#// so i think he'd work best as a loner but i wanted to add a little more lmao

[c4rdsharp]

@gamelost liked for a self - indulgent Warriors Cats AU !

meechi. OKAY SO. usual disclaimer : i'll try my best to fit the AU to your muse, but it may not be wholly accurate. I mainly go for what I think is interesting over complete accuracy. I might as also suggest warriors name & whatnot, but that should be taken as a grain of salt. Overall, that's not really my main focus. What I prioritize is alignments, roles, etc., so that is what I'll really be talking about in these posts. Now that's out of the way, i can give my two cents about Warriors Cats Matt! in general, I think there is no way to not have Matt as a loner in this AU. While he's far from violent, I do know he's a bit more of a chaotic good & tends to lean neutral in most affairs. However, I do think he was Clanborn. Specifically, I think he was born in WindClan ( I'm not sure why. Between all the clans, I think he has the most WindClan vibes to me ), and he was trained until he received his warrior name. That being said, a warrior life didn't suit him and he left without warning. He ends up somewhere right outside ShadowClan territory, primarily so no one in WindClan can go after him or be able to recognize him immediately ( he is probably wary about going through ShadowClan territory while still smelling of WindClan, so he's not living there, but around the general vicinity ). I don't think he ever really gets close and/or is willing to join ShadowClan, but I do think there's potential for him to gain some really close compatriots by proxy ( Luck is one, but I also think potentially Mello might be ShadowClan vibes too ). So, he doesn't necessarily lack connections either ; he's mainly just vibing & not having to worry about clan responsibilities. Most days, Matt is probably trying to avoid WindClan. As for a warrior name . . . I do think Matt drops it once he left and adopted his own name to reflect his independence, as well as to not have other cats learn of his origins. That being said, I think he would've had [Red, Cedar, Fox, Yellow, Sun] as prefixes. Redbreeze, Cedarwing, Foxfur, Yelloweyes, Suneyes, Sunstare are options in my mind.

[zlebooks]

ch. 18 — insufferable pda minus the p

stepping outside the clinic, you feel the september wind brushing against your cheeks. you get the urge to sneeze from the coldness of the air but it never comes; leaving you feeling as if a book has left you in a bad case of a cliffhanger. you scrunch your nose, in hopes of drawing out the sneeze yourself.

“you just spent a day in an animal center and now you’re acting like a cat?” childe, walking beside you teases and when you turn your head towards him, you try to resist the urge to play with the man’s hair. in your defense, he looks more like a cat than you are— with his orange hair and mischievous personality.

“will it kill you to be less annoying?” you fake the anger in your voice and childe seems to notice as he takes this as some sort of encouragement.

“what do you mean? this is me being less annoying already.”

an over exaggerated huff leaves your mouth and you start taking longer strides in attempt to pull ahead but with childe being sculpted by gods themselves, effortlessly catches up in no time.

the next thing he does surprises you— out of nowhere and without any warning, he wraps his much larger hand around yours, tugging at your hands to draw you closer than him.

“what’s the big idea?” you tug back, “no one’s around, we’re basically alone right now. you don’t actually have to hold my hand, you know.” you say as you take a quick scan of your surroundings, only seeing the flickering street lights above you, and the occasional stray cat that crosses the street.

“just to make sure.” the boy replies as if it’s the most logical explanation. “you can always let go of my hand if you want to though.” he says and you don’t even bother. because even if you do try to, he’ll never let go of yours and you’d just end up like a toddler following an adult.

“have you always been brazen?” you ask out of blue, taking the initiative to get to know the man before you as you two walk home. you’re already his (fake) girlfriend, why not make a friend out of him?

this comment, of course, doesn’t offend him at all. just like the kiss that you gave him in that cafe, childe takes it with a stride.

“brazen?”

“yeah, like… very straightforward, no filter, no shame at all?” you try to explain, “how you seem to not care for anything at all?”

childe momentarily stills, “i’ll have you know that i do care—“

“i didn’t mean it like that,”

“and i haven’t always been like this.”

you keep silent, worrying that you might have offended him. but with childe’s nature, he doesn’t show the tiny hurt that blooms inside his chest. he shouldn’t mind what you think of him anyway, you two weren’t even close like that. so, he opts to clear his throat.

“i was a shy kid too, you know.”

you look up to him, not responding or anything, earnest to listen to what he has to say, still feeling guilty over what happened moments ago.

“i only talked to my siblings at family gatherings. i hated being cooed over by distant relatives,” he pauses. “was a loner in kindergarten too, can you believe it?”

his laughter draws a snort from you, and you can't help but respond with a skeptical, "really?"

childe meets your gaze with a serious look, "yeah, but then came sixth grade. my brother, teucer, was in fourth grade then. one day, my mom had to rush to the school; the guidance counselor wanted her. teucer was being suspended for hitting another kid." he pauses, wetting his lips before continuing, "teucer explained to me that he had only hit back because the other kid had thrown the first punch—and that was after he'd endured prolonged teasing. i did my best to get the adults to listen, to believe his side of the story, but it was no use. i was dismissed as the quiet, weird boy who always sat in the back of the class and kept to himself."

with a tight jaw and a hard swallow, childe adds, "that day, we found out the boy teucer hit was the principal’s son."

he exhales deeply, the weight of the memory evident, "after that incident, i worked on being more outgoing, more approachable, more likable. i thought that if i could just make more friends, then perhaps people would be more inclined to believe me, to believe us. after all, there's strength in numbers, isn't there?"

the two of you stop walking altogether and you face him. guilt was etched all over his face, his mouth was downturned, his eyebrows were all furrowed.

“it couldn’t have been your fault, okay? the kid was the principal’s son after all,”

childe adamantly shakes his head, “but i could have helped teucer, if only i was more believable and more trustworthy.”

“look, teucer’s lucky to have you as a brother. you tried standing up for him, but you were really just in an unfair situation,” childe finally meets your eyes, guilt and other emotions swirling behind them.

“you were just a child, and so was teucer. the adults, especially those in positions of authority, were the ones to blame. they should have handled the situation more carefully,” you try your best to comfort him, sending a squeeze to his hand you were holding.

“anyone would be lucky to have you as a family, childe.”

he gives you a wry smile, “is this your way of proposing to me? i just turned 18, you know that right?”

completely taken aback, you raise your available hand to smack him across the chest to which he dramatically exclaims pain at.

“you know what i mean,” you remark, rolling your eyes playfully.

childe teases you, “we’re not even actually dating yet you already want me to be your husband? i should be locked up from women.” he says with his eyes crinkling.

he smiles softly as he gazes at the both of your hands. as you resume the walk home, you feel your grip on his hand grow tighter.

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[agentofmischief]

So, I played the high school pack all day yesterday (and we'll into the evening. It's a lot of fun, but I built a high school before I even played because every sim youtuber said the same thing about the size of the school. And while my school is bigger, the necessary stuff is kept to 1/3 of the lot. So, I haven't had any issues of my Sims taking too long to get places.

I'll post pictures, because I was using this to start a basic legacy. But this post is mostly for a few bugs I came across. I'm playing on Normal lifespan, because I know of the autoaging bugs on both long and short.

1. Incest bug:

So, this one was doubly weird when it popped up, because it was my main sim's sister, who was in a full bars relationship at the time with a guy, developed a want to ask her sister out on a date. I obviously ignored it, but that leads into my next thing.

2. Ignoring wants randomly gets you Sims incredibly angry:

So, I ignored the incest option, and the sim got pissed because of "unrealized dreams." They've all been getting incredibly pissed because I'm obviously ignoring bad wants that will hurt my sims. Like, my Sim's brother, who I'm putting through university, got engaged to Angela Pleasant and had her move in. Then, after being in a flirty mood with him, she decided she wanted to flirt with their mother. Again, I ignored it because Angela being a good sim wouldn't cheat. It added to her anger moodlet.

That needs to be nerfed quite a bit. I don't want my Sims dying of a heart attack because I've decided not to let them cheat.

3. CAS LGBTQ add-on

Now, I don't know if this is a bug, but it does cause some problems. Once you're in live mode, the LGBTQ stuff locks. So, if you realize, "Oh, I forgot to set preferences," too late. Or if your sim marries someone, and you want to toggle your new sim's preferences, you can't.

I originally didn't think this would be an issue, until Angela started to want to flirt with my mother, or my sister wanted to ask me on a date.

With how the new wants/fears mechanic is operating, that CAS toggle needs to be open throughout the Sims life. People change their minds about their sexuality in reality, at any time. Not just when they're teenagers.

4. Social Bunny don't give a F*** about age, apparently.

So, I didn't mind this, because it works plot wise in my game. But I know a lot of ppl if they did see this would get upset.

A Young Adult tagged my teenage sim in a flirty post.

Now, it works for my gameplay because he was supposed to be a teen, and the guy I made specifically for my sim to marry. She was supposed to meet him in high school, go to prom, and decide to run off and start a legacy together. That was the original plan, but neighborhood stories aged him up 7 days early, and he never showed up at school. Sister met his cousin at the first prom, fell madly in love, and took my sim with her when she met all the family. It took a while to befriend him because he's a loner, and also...

5. Everyone gains celebrity status willy nilly.

Sometimes it affects gameplay interactions. Sometimes it doesn't. With him it did.

So, by the time I got around the celebrity interactions to normal interactions, I was surprised to not see flirt, because he was supposed to be a teen. But he'd aged up between visits. So, I settled for best friend, and as soon as they aged up, her sister would marry his cousin, and at the wedding my main sim and the guy she's supposed to end up with would decide to run away together (as friends at first) to start a rags to riches legacy.

So, of course I smiled when I saw the guy make a post about finding my sim incredibly attractive. But he is a YA and she's a teenager (19/20 to her 17). A bit questionable. Since it was a public post, it didn't affect their relationship bars at all. DMs also don't affect the bar, and flirty DMs don't happen between ages. But still.

6. You can't just sneak out.

I've fixed the windows to let my sim sneak out, for her aspiration. But you can only sneak out if you have an invite to a college party. Seems counter intuitive. In the Sims 2, you could sneak out in your car whenever. But not the case for 4.

That's it for bugs I had yesterday. Going to play again today. I think have my sim drop out.

[aurorafluffbutt]

Normally, Karamatsu was good at keeping his cool in situations that made him really nervous or scared. He would stay calm and collected, ready to take whatever it was on with everything he had and seize his moment to prove to himself that he was indeed the cool, brave, and overall flawless man he wanted to be.

This was not one of those times.

Karamatsu’s heart raced in his chest and his stomach was twisted in knots as he walked down the hallway towards his new therapist’s office. Although his body language stated the exact opposite, he was incredibly nervous. His relaxed posture and his puffed out chest hid that very well.

Why was he so scared? Everything that Chibita told him about therapy sounded like a dream come true. A place where you could talk to a trained professional about how you're feeling without fear of judgement along with them giving advice on how to improve your state of mind? That sure sounded like a great idea to Karamatsu. So why was he anxious? He had no reason to be.

Well...he did have one reason.

Karamatsu couldn't begin to describe the feeling that he had when he was given the name of his psychiatrist. It was like that sinking feeling that you get in your stomach when you realize something horrible, but worse. Not only was a family member going to be seeing him at his most vulnerable, but it was the family member that hated him the most. He was dreading their first session from the moment he found this out to when he was nearing Ichimatsu’s office door.

Before he knew it, Karamatsu was standing in front of the only thing separating him from more humiliation and self hatred, once again caused by one of his many brothers. He raised his fist up to knock on the door, but stopped.

Is this really something I should go through? No, maybe not. He thought. Maybe I should just go home and crawl back into bed. But I can’t just leave without an explanation! What am I going to do?

While Kara pondered whether or not he should knock, Ichimatsu made the decision for him by opening up the door as if he knew his brother was standing on the other side. He didn't seem at all phased by his brother being his client. He just looked at his clipboard and said a simple “Welcome. Come in.”

Karamatsu nodded and confidently made his way into the office, trying to put on his typical “cool guy” exterior. His brother’s workspace was extremely messy, with papers haphazardly stacked on his desk and books in a bookshelf that looked like they were just thrown in with little thought put into where they should go. Ichimatsu didn't seem to mind the mess though, and he looked like he knew where everything was. He sat down at his desk and silently stared at Karamatsu. He stared back, unsure of what to do.

Finally, Ichimatsu gestured to the couch across from his desk. “Have a seat.”

Karamatsu nodded again and sat down in the soft cushions, letting the awkward silence hang in the air and waiting for Ichimatsu to make the first move.

Ichimatsu looked over his notes again and shifted his gaze back to Kara. “So what brings you here?”

With that, the older man froze. He didn't want Ichi to know that him and his brothers were the cause of his lack of self esteem and self worth. He doubted that they'd even feel guilty if they knew. Plus, none of them knew him outside of his persona. He tried so hard to make that persona who he was, and admitting that he hated himself would just undo everything he's built up. He had to think of something to say quick!

Karamatsu put on his usual confident smirk and closed his eyes. “Heh...you see brother, a friend of mine suggested that I come here, and although I don't see why, I didn't want to disappoint them when they thought they were doing a good deed!”

“Karamatsu, you don't need to act like that while you're here. You can be honest with me. I won't judge you for anything that you say and I won't tell any of our brothers about what we talk about. Everything that happens in this room stays in this room. You don't even have to see me as your brother. Right now, I'm your therapist.”

Karamatsu, genuinely dumbfounded, blinked a couple of times at Ichimatsu. That was the first time in a long time that Ichimatsu showed any semblance of kindness to him, and although he wasn't about to complain, it just felt weird.

Ichimatsu spoke again. “I know that this is a bit awkward, but you can trust me with anything. I have a lot of clients who are going through the same thing that you are, you don't need to feel like you're alone on this. I'm a professional, I know how to help if you tell me what's bothering you.”

Karamatsu so badly wanted to trust his brother and tell him how he truly felt, but along with keeping up his image, his concern was about how Ichimatsu would feel if he knew the truth. If he knew that him and the others were the main cause of his lack of self worth, he'd..well, he'd…

Actually, Karamatsu didn't know how his brother would react if he knew. He hasn't seen him since the brothers went their separate ways to start their own lives and careers. What happened to Ichimatsu that made his attitude towards him do a complete turnaround? Was he just trying to be professional? If they ran into each other somewhere in public, would he go back to abusing him?

Ichimatsu spoke once again and interrupted Karamatsu’s train of thought. If he was scared of being vulnerable around him, then he was going to fight fire with fire.

“If it makes you feel any better, I also had to get therapy before I went to college. I was so scared of moving out and getting a job, mostly because of the stress of having to be around so many people at once. After living with Todomatsu for a little bit while he was trying to get his acting career off the ground, I decided that I wanted to do something productive, but I didn't know what. Plus, I doubted myself too much to do so. After I struggled with this conundrum for a while, I finally told Mom and Dad about this and about how I felt, and they did what was probably the best thing they've ever done for me: they got me a therapist.

Sure, it took me a while for me to open up with her since I didn't think that I needed it at first, but once I did, I noticed that I felt a lot better after our sessions. I was happier, more comfortable. She taught me so many things about my self worth and she helped me through so many issues that I struggled with for a long time. Even after I decided to go to college and major in psychology, she was there with me through every step of the way. I probably would've dropped out from stress had it not been for her. I'm really happy with my life now, and I wouldn't be here had it not been for Mom and Dad’s decision to sign me up for counseling. It's nothing to be ashamed of.”

The more Ichimatsu revealed about what he's been up to, the more Karamatsu’s expression softened. When they were still NEETs, Ichimatsu wouldn't be caught dead being this open about his feelings, and here he was, talking about his past struggles to the brother he used to hate the most without a hint of hesitation. He really has changed. Without noticing, Karamatsu's eyes began to water and his throat tightened. After watching Ichimatsu grow up into a cynical, cold loner and seeing that he's become someone like this, Karamatsu knew for sure that he could confide in him.

Noticing Kara’s tears, Ichimatsu leaned over his desk and handed him a box of tissues. “Here.”

After Karamatsu took the tissues and blinked away his tears, he slowly started to spill everything that he's felt over the years of living with his brothers. The loneliness, rejection, self hatred, desperation, trust issues, and to top it all off, the need to hide all of that out of fear of nobody caring. While it did hurt Ichimatsu to know that him and the rest of Karamatsu’s brothers were the main cause of these awful feelings, also knowing that his older brother trusted him enough to tell him all of this even after their less than great past made him feel really good. It brought him a sense of hope that Karamatsu’s relationships and sense of importance would improve greatly with some work and a bit of medication if needed. It was one of the many reasons that he loved being a therapist.

Karamatsu wrapped up his story and smiled at Ichimatsu. It was nothing like the confident grin that he usually wore. It was more soft and relieved, happy that he could finally talk about whatever he needed to in a secure safe space. It was almost cathartic.

With a glance at the cat themed clock on the wall, Ichimatsu turned back to his brother. “It's almost time to wrap up our session. Is there anything else you'd like to add before you leave?”

“Yes. I'd like to say that I could never be more proud of you, by brother. You've made so much progress in your career and mental image, so much so that you'd tell your story to someone that you hated. You've grown so much, fulfilled your dreams, and you've settled into a comfortable, happy life. I may still be trying to find my calling, but seeing you every week will help me in the long run so much, I know it. Thank you in advance for helping me, and thank you for finally being here for me.”

All Ichimatsu did in response was smile at his brother with his usual lidded gaze. “Thanks Karamatsu. It means a lot to hear that. I'll be seeing you again next week.”

The older brother made his way out of the doorway of the office after a goodbye, refreshed and smiling.

There were many more layers to Ichimatsu than he thought, and now that he knew that, he'd be less nervous about sharing the truth in their next session. Sure, he'd still be a bit reluctant since he wasn't used to actually addressing his issues, but at least he would know that he could be honest with him right off the bat next time.

It may not have seemed like it at first, but Ichimatsu couldn't have been better for his therapist.