#//morning ya'll

[skxrbrand]

Sleep provides no respite. The pounding in his head has worsened and his hands shake. The Reaper catches the Sun's glare and it like taking a blade to the eyes. He winces, yelps, and cringes back into the shadows of his chamber.

[flowerakatsuka]

LET'S HEAR IT FOR OUR NEETS!!

[allastoredeer]

Malicious compliance king Alastor reminds me of a post I saw a million and one years ago where the OP (fingers crossed they see this and chime in) described a headcanon they had about alive Alastor bringing in his fiddle to play live on air, being told 'don't do that again,' by his boss, then immediately turning around the next day and bringing his trumpet. Love this stinky bastard man so much.

YESSSSS!!!!

Malicious compliance king Alastor in both life and death.

I love Alastor going against the status quo, especially when thinking about his time on Earth. He's got "fuck the police!" energy.

[wildflowercryptid]

the results of that " does this character know about sex? " poll for professor elm are a million times funnier when you know he has a wife and child. that and he's specializes in researching pokémon breeding. not only has he canonically fucked, he's also THE GUY to go to if you need to know the nitty-gritty details about how exactly to get a pokémon egg. so, technically, i guess the poll is kinda right about him having read about sex.

[citylighten]

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[amazable01]

A little quick write inspired by @dailysandersidesaudoodles mafia mociet drawings. Soz if it's not great, I wrote this at midnight <3

TWs: Mafia-typical gun violence; coercion; morally gray sides; mentions of sickness, poverty, intoxication; description of injuries (bruising and being tied up); implied animal death (hunting); toxic relationship dynamics

“Can you do it?”

Four words. Four deceptively simple words.

Patton held it in shaking hands, eyes trained on the barrel in front of him. He’d never fired a gun before; never even thought about it. His pop had tried to teach him when he was little, but he’d never had the stomach to hurt the animals he was told to hunt. The ripple of power, the loud bang, the whimpering pain the creature released as red sprayed across the ground before him. Patton had vowed then and there never to hunt again, never to shoot a living thing.

And yet, here he was.

The man they had chosen for this was someone Patton knew all too well. A stock broker. A conman. A monster and abuser. And, of course, Patton’s boss. He’d been bound to a chair, tied down tightly to the wood. The bright ropes cut into his bruised skin to leave colorful dots and lines, not unlike a pretty package on Christmas. Even the green gag had been wrapped in the front in a sadistic mockery of a bow, all ready to be splattered and frayed with the shot Patton had been gifted.

The hand on him shifted, now placing its palm flat against his lower abdomen. Patton couldn’t tell if it was meant to be comforting, encouraging, or mocking. He… really didn’t think he wanted to know, come to think of it. Seeing that crooning face all over again wouldn’t help his rapid, unspooling indecision any more than it had the first time.

This group was Patton’s last resort. Almost destitute, Patton had crawled pityingly to their doorstep with his ill son in hand. Logan was of a sickly nature; brilliant of mind yet feeble of body. It had taken only one boy at school to walk in feeling under the weather, and Logan was unable to move on his own. Patton had tried to cure him, tried to pay for the treatments, and no one bothered to give any real help. He’d lost every penny on the boy he so desperately loved, and he was rewarded with being kicked to the curb by both his landlord and boss.

Janus was the lucky one to answer his endless pleas for sanctuary. The man brought them in, nursed Logan back to health with no cost. Not only that, he housed them and gave Patton a job close by in order to get back on his feet. He wanted Patton around because it was apparently rare to see such a bright mind and a beautiful face together at the same time. Patton had fallen for the flattery and adoration on the spot.

As time had passed, Patton became more desperate for Janus’ affections. The man acted like Patton was the most interesting little doll he’d found at a charity shop: only worth bothering with because there was a spark of potential and the soft slump of obedience in Patton’s gaze. And as for Patton, Janus was the very air he breathed: smokey and husky and tainted with feelings best left in the quiet hours after intoxication. At this point, Patton was under his spell completely, willing to do everything Janus had asked of him and promising he always would be.

And here they were now. Janus wanted to see precisely how far Patton would go if asked. Patton had promised once more he would do anything.

The gun trembles. He runs a finger over the hammer.

“Is he not worthy enough to die? Is my word not enough for you?”

An immaculate finger ghosts over Patton’s earlobe, barely there but enough to make him shudder in equal terror and agony. A tear wells up behind his lenses.

‘No one would know’, Janus had promised. It was to be their little secret, a truth unspoken to all and carried to the dusty grave Patton would be lowered in. It was to be his hell, his horror, his beauty and acceptance. In doing this, Patton would belong to them, to him. There would be no point in leaving after he made this choice; Janus would have more than enough evidence to get Logan off him before throwing Patton away somewhere so he wouldn’t talk.

Not that Patton would ever talk. He was in too deep for that, now.

“Maybe you need direction? Perhaps you have forgotten what I need of you…”

A hand cups Patton’s shaking one, and steadies it as Janus gently shifts Patton’s hand into proper aim. Patton watches as a thumb reaches around ever-so-gently, and cocks the hammer into place to prime the gun.

The man in the chair squirms and screams. Janus chuckles gently under his breath.

Patton closes his eyes, and shifts his finger onto the trigger.

“Fire.”

There was no other option, in the end. There was no world where Patton would not choose to obey.

[xdantesinfernox]

MY MUTUALS ARE AWAKE GOOD MORNING MOOTS ☀️🤍✨

[marinerainbow]

Ehem. Just dropping in to let Poppy know that before Poppy- Kingston never even thought if women apart from Rena. Not even in a 'I'd hit' kind of way, even during those 'non monogymous stages' Rena put them through. Even Ryan thinks that about some women he sees. King just wasn't interested.

This is for various reasons, some kinda sad, but the point I want Poppy to take in is the fact she was SO CUTE and so wonderful she catapulted King out of his slump and he w i l l tell her that XD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Kingston... You mean to tell me that he really only wanted one gal?? He was the kind of guy who believed in soulmates or first loves?? Ok maybe not that extreme (unless?? 👀). But he was the kind of guy where literally nobody else mattered other than his S/O!? Wicked, you're killing me here!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

And... And Rena still cheated on him (before they worked out being open)?? She still left him behind!? Rena, I love you, but why!? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

What other reasons are there that Kingston only focuses on his one gal? You said some are sad; are all those sad reasons because of Rena? Mr. And Mrs. Kangaroo don't seem like they struggled with their marriage... (wicked I swear if they had their own rough patches that shaped how Kingston views love, you owe me a new heart 😭😂).

And!!! For Poppy!! Ohhhh my god. She's got no idea how to handle this. This sounds like a plot to a romance film; how could little old, anxious, stays-at-home her have broken a man like KING out of his slump???

I'm just imagining King decides to bring this up randomly while they're cuddling on the couch, watching a nice movie, or reading together. Poppy laughs softly, very flattered but not really letting this information sink in, "Oh, King. You're too sweet to me." until Kingston tilts her head up so she can see the earnest love in his eyes, "No, darlin'. I'm serious. 'Yer the only other woman I've wanted. Ain't no one like 'ya."

And then Poppy stops, looks almost like a deer in headlights as she fully realizes the way he's holding her, how he's looking at her. And it hits her so hard that she's got someone who loves and treasures her THIS much. She has to look away and cover her face with her sweater or in his shoulder, feeling overwhelmed with this but so happy and loved, even if she has no idea how someone like her got a guy like King. And Kingston can't help but laugh and fall even harder for his adorable little lady, "King!" // "Haha, what, doll? I'm just tellin' the truth!" // *flustered, happy girlfriend noises* "I love you too!"

She loves him so much. He makes her feel like the luckiest gal in the world. She wants Kingston to know how happy he makes her and how this new information affects her heart ❤️

[matchalovertrait]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore 💛💖

thank you! and thank you too to @oofiesims and @cakepoppresent for also sending me this :)

I'll talk a bit about Guillermo, lol. For those who don't know, he, his parents, and his sisters were all my main family in a previous save before the Alegrías. I simply brought them over cuz I love them that much. Lots of things from that save are canon over in this save too.

#1 Guillermo is the baby of the family and he's quite spoiled by his parents (and oldest sister, Palmira. Esperanza and him squabble a lot).

#2 I highkey forgot that bro is supposed to have freckles...

#3 He's been to a few different countries already.

#4 He's a huge yapper. Doesn't know when to shut the hell up.

#5 He doesn't like to cook, but he's the first person to want seconds at every gathering (imagine going to gatherings with 3-4 bakers/chefs your entire life! I'd take advantage too.)

[savage-rhi]

@nemo-of-house-hamartia Hope this answers your questions 😂

[skxrbrand]

He's somehow found himself in a drinking competition with a gaggle of half-drunk rowdy men. Bets have been placed; prior enemies collapsed on either side of the chipped old table that the bar is cloistered around.

Skarbrand's daemonic essence means mortal alcohol does little for him, if anything at all.

[ya-zz]

“Do you remember when we sat up at night... counting stars?”

[Photo credits to @colemorrison and @bedoballoons]

[shrineofprophecy]

I pity those who get to witness Sparkle when she wakes up in the morning

[liliewrites]

HALLO EVERYONE- *gets down on my knees in a dogeza*

kylie here, i've just fully recovered! i'm here to tell you all that i apologize for being inactive for a few days, but ALSO here to tell you that i'm going to make it up to you all:DD i'll be spoiling all of you with fics HAHAHAHAHAHAHA so buckle up 'cause you'll be in for a ride for the whole day:DD i'll be feeding you breakfast, lunch, and dinner>:D (in utc+08 timezone, lmao)

also, jean fanfic will be moved next week:)) there will also be a surprise long fic next week on tuesday to make up for the delay, so i hope you all look forward to that!

and with that, i end my announcement with tagging my editor @crimsondawn28 whom will update you on my wellbeing if i ever get sick and disappear again. thank you for waiting patiently lilies! i missed all of you:DD

[sleepinginmygrave]

hkkjhhhh i really hate my dad

[mayohigan-orange]

Let's see, what poor 5:30 AM decisions did I make today...?

Grabbed Saints Row 4 for my Switch for about £3

Grabbed Saints Row 2 on Steam and modded it with the 'Gentleman of the Row' mod

Also grabbed Mass Effect Legendary Edition on Steam

Downloaded and installed OBS