#<- just trying to cover my bases with the tw tags here

[paci-transformers]

Content warnings are in the beginning of the video -- please read them carefully before watching the rest!

Sorry some of the stuff in the animation is janky, it's like 3 in the morning when I'm posting this ^^;

Anyways. Have some Rodimus angst that's been unfinished for several months now, and was only completed just now.

[applesaucecandle]

Being in pain and worried you might die shows you an awful lot about what life is about, huh. My tummy hurts a bit too much and now I’m out here thinking about how candlelight is beautiful and music is indescribable and life is just inherently good. I get to experience all this. I want to live to see it. Fuck I wanna live to see it.

[plasticfangtastic]

Dairy Girl-- Part 2

A Homelander x F! Reader fanfic

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to post this and hope the lenght is enough of an apology, yeah this is gonna be liek 4 parts i got too engrossed btw. hope yall like it here's the previous chapter:

Synopsis: In order to provide a constant supply of fresh breastmilk for Vought’s number one hero, Vought has had to get quite nifty in order to prevent this secret desire out the press and the public– you have unfortunately discovered the truth.

Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, abusive dynamic, Homelander being Homelander, dub-con, dark, mild smut, breastfeeding kink, kidnapping, child-death mention tw, cheating tw, set in s4 but canon nothing, slow burn.

word count: 3.4K

Part 2– Calf

As he’d mentioned before the house was an escape proof cage– every window had its hinges super glued or welded shut, glass panels thick enough to prevent shattering but thin enough to allow sound in. That night as he’d left you for the first time you kept your composure, perturbed more by the earlier events that nothing had time to sink in, you venture across the 3 bedroom home, each room old taken straight out from a vintage furniture catalog, the master bedroom smelled just like your grandmother’s, the bathroom walls covered in tacky pink tiles that you told yourself will never get used to.

By the time you explored the whole building you understood the following: The size felt deceiving, without a way to see the outside this building could’ve been 35 floors high and you wouldn’t know, the east-wing of the building at the opposite direction where you’d emerged was cut off from you by a thick metal door, an eye-scan request made its unpickable lock, looking at how it cut on the hardwood floors you’d guess this is where in the kitchen and perhaps the garage and entry hall could be found, this overall felt like an architectural nightmare, the only other oddity of this was the piles and piles of bottled water– Vought branded water… you much rather drink Dasani than this crap… It was by far the worst one in the supermarket.

There were indeed no phones or even ethernet ports on the wall, the TV was bolted in its place and so was the VHS player (and all the furniture too), there were at least 350 titles on the walls (something you bothered to count on day 5), an extremely old vinyl player your only other company... whoever had supposedly lived here was a big fan of Cab Calloway, ABBA and Bruce Springsteen, here you and Bruce could become intimate friends it seems after all you had all his vinyls, alongside an expansive jazz assortment, nothing in this selection went past 1989.

You also learned a very useful fact on day 3 you stared at one of the 18 cameras that you’d found.

“I really want some Mcnuggets! Like just a 12-pack and a large Sprite! Maybe an Oreo Mcflurry too!” You yelled into the camera waving your arms as if the circular lense would reply somehow.

Barely few minutes later the air was filled with the roaring sounds of a bike burning tires seemed the forbidden end faced some road which made you giddy, about 50 minutes later a small door at the door itself opened smoothly where the first strange hand you’ve seen in the last 3 days popped-out leaving a bag with a familiar logo… it wasn’t maccas tho, it was Vought-a-burger which was okay but that wasn’t the point, you picked your meal and your oversize ice-cream and drink and begun connecting lines– Your prison was in Pennsylvania, based on the area code on the phone number on that old pizza box, located close enough from both a pizza chain and on a 15 to 20 minutes drive from a Vought-a-Burger, the library held no maps for you to try to find your location but give or take about an hour or two by foot from any civilization… Yet as you drank the mostly melted caramel churro sundae you smiled thinking of how to steal a bike.

That Night you picked two tapes from the wall not caring one bit about what you were going to see, you stared at the camera.

“Hey can one of you check like an underrated 80s movie list from IMDb ‘cuz I seen a few of these already… at least bring me something new!” 

As always no response was ever given, you dragged your feet towards that ornate bedroom of yours, pink walls, flowery quits, a matching chaise lounge, a hardwood coffee table bolted to the ground and your private TV and VHS player, it took you an hour to remember how to use these thing that second day here. You put on a movie, curling in your bed in the dark, smelling the sweet flowery smell of fabric softener, this didn’t smell like home, pillows too soft, mattress too soft everything here was made to bring you comfort but it was making you feel like a squatter.

The cold light of the screen enveloped every surface and you slowly faded away as ‘Lady in White’ began to wrap up, eyes glued to the screen so firmly you screamed when the faint red light peeked from the corner, clutching the quilt across your body as the red faded away and all you saw was a vaguely illuminated shape.

Blurry colors with no clean shapes, standing facelessly enough blue to let you see it was humanoid, Homelander creeped closer, his body blocking the light and like a shadow he devours everything, he turned around to pause the player, draping his gloves on the dumb box as he turned around once more, your heart caught in your throat, each breath quick and sharp as he took another step closer, hushing softly and he’s there swallowing you whole he kneeled into the bed the mattress squeaked and chimed sinking under his weight pulling you in, only the faint outline of gold eagles and soft blonde locks told you with absolute certainty that he was here… that 3 days ago you indeed met The Homelander, far from the pretty blue-eyed hunk from the movies more ghoul.

You swallowed as his head rested on the pillow next to your hips, his nose burying in the cushioned pillowcase.

“I was busy with work” He mumbles softly, staring at you with the same playfulness of a guilty pet owner who’d ran out of their cat's churu treats– "I promise to visit, I got you something… left it downstairs for you.” 

He stared at your white knuckled hands and without uttering a word you understood his demands, fingers moved by psychic force alone, you welcomed him into your lap as you came undone, burying your digits into his hair, soft like cotton, so smooth you dreamt of cat’s bellies as you scratched him, he took the remote from under you lifting you with so much ease your brain struggled to compute it at first, the movie played and all he wanted was petting.

“Security told me you’ve been good… nothing crazy… am glad, "he said with a tired tone.

“What good would that do me…?” You replied with your eyes focused on the screen.

If you wanted to survive I had to get on his good side, no? you though

“I like it when you people understand your place” He chuckles softly.

‘You people’? You could easily discern the meaning behind his words by tone alone, your finger stopped suddenly, his eyes flaring up immediately.

“I think this would be more productive if you told me exactly what’s going on… I won’t try to run or scream… am just confused and scared…” you spoke bluntly as his gaze met yours in the dark.

“This is my private speakeasy and you’re the bartender… tap too… is hard being on top… and I want some relief… and a sanctum–

“To express your socially unacceptable inclinations/interests? Fair enough I can imagine the press would eat you alive if they found out you liked breastmilk.”

“You’re cute and smart too.” He pushed himself into your stomach, your body sinking to the shape he wanted, holding you tight– I’ll be a good owner and let you asks me absolutely anything you want”

“Why me?”

“Dunno.” His lips tightened into a flat line– the doctors picked you, I asked for a good provider… but all the women downstairs and you did have one thing in common” He sounded awkward as he spoke listening to your increasing heartbeat– you kept producing… I asked to have easy access to my treat but somebody downstairs came out with all of this” his hand lazily gestures around– bit extra I know.”

How simple, he didn’t even care about this to begin with, glaring at him gave you no answers or comfort.

“My family…?”

“They think you killed yourself, I've been told… your ex-hubby been on twitter acting holier than the virgin mary, absolutely devastated for likes” You bit your lips, face scrunching up ready to shout and cry– everybody suspects he murdered you even the cops”

“I'm going to kill him!!” Your tears flowed regardless – god fucking dammit!”

Your whole body rejected the news, twisting your stomach and filling you with needles

“How would you do it?”

“Bash his head in with a hammer…?? I don’t know but fuck him! I wasted 5 years of my life with that bastard!” You cried.

Homelander buried his face into your stomach, hiding the smile on his face. as you cursed outloud for a little bit, he paid no attention to your words.

“Sorry…” You cleaned your tears trying to stop this embarrassing display, the mere thought of him acting like he cared made you sick when he wouldn’t even come to his own son’s funeral– are you gonna hurt me?” you cleaned your nose against the pillow.

He moved so quickly before you knew it he’s face to face and even in this dark room only lit by rolling credits he appeared serene as a painting… It makes your blood run cold.

“Why would I hurt my comforter?”

That night he only slept for a couple hours, never moving from your stomach, holding you regardless, he snored softly, mumbling half-spoken words, lips twitching and brows furrowing, you petted him gently watching his hardened frown melt.

Some days he’d come once, others he’d come five times and then there were the days were you didn’t see him at all, leaving you awkwardly aware about how odd these exchanges felt… for it never felt truly sexual, your fears of molestation and ‘real’ assault dissuaded as you accepted that all this man was doing was come here to whine and bitch about work and suck on your titty– like right now, Homelander has been shouting, talkign so much shit about his coworkers you started to wonder if it was made up for nobody could certainly be that allegedly incompetent, about how stressful it was to do 20 plus media interviews all day, about hoq\w his latest film “Justice Serve” was a fucking nightmare already despite being only half-way thru pre-production.

“Do you even know what it's like to deal with idiots who think they’re better than you because they have an award!?” He put your nipple back in his mouth with a frown– who does Villeneuve think he is” He mumbled into your skin.

Yet he didn’t only bring petty grievances and thirsty lips– he showered you with gifts, perfumes you couldn’t pronounce filled with soft fragrances: sweet but not sugary, warm tones without too much spice. Brought you beauty products to pamper you… to watch you play with from the many cameras in the house, and dressed you like a doll in clothes you honestly wouldn't have bought in the first place, too flowery and tradwifey.

You did so with a fake smile, you’d be pretty for him if you must, keep your tongue in-check and swallow the ever increasing knot in your throat for he at least wasn’t loud towards you, he didn’t yell, he didn’t make scenes… you were just living like his newest pet.

His miniature cow standing in the living room instead of the evergreen pastures outside, VHS tapes and steel food trays made your fence.

You keep busy cleaning this house making stories of who had lived there, Bruce the only one who spoke to you.

Analysing the house inch by inch, there had to have been a spot they’ve missed you kept thinking, you figured that somehow they monitored your sleep cycle, only entering to remove dirty clothes and trash in the death of night, they knew if you were obviously awake, on day 14 you stayed up till around 5 am and not a peep was heard accross the house but as you woke past noon all your trash had been cleaned up, on day 16 you stayed awake all day felt sick passed out and same thing, you would find a way out, you would force them to take you out, all the furniture was glued in its post but if you had to cause a fire you fucking would… as you stared at your clean bedsheets you figure you could force them to come in and drag you outside but as you postulated the possibility of a faux-suicide attempt Homelander’s face flashed accross closed eyes– dare dissapointing him and lose all the goodwill you’d been building, trust, even presents more extravagant than anything your ex ever did.

Had he not kidnapped you, hold you against your will in an underground bunker, used you as a milk fountain and terrified the fuck out of you with his invisible steps in the middle of the night you would had found him charming… endearing even… at least he was still handsome… frightening but handsome.

Day 18-19-20 were the worse so far, days went by and your isolation only grew he had not come by, your meals delivered so quietly you missed them and found them cold, birds either too loud or gone but Homelander never came, every hour the anxiety only grew as you found your throat aching to speak with somebody other than a non-present 80s musician.

You made a stack of the movies you’ve seen yelling to the camera demanding more to watch, abandoning the cause to focus on the obscene collection of Danielle Steel books in the library… at least 30 books, at least it was a distraction as you woke up for the third day in a row without hearing from Homelander. 

You talked to yourself, prettier views didn’t make up for human interaction, you had isolated yourselves before… you didn’t eat, shower, answer calls, simply left yourself to rot in your bed, sinking deeper and deeper into your mattress, the calm heartbeat of the machine keeping you alive until the phone battery died, now here you were curling in the couch feeling that endless void inside you screaming back at you, nothing to distract you from it any longer.

How ironic that those days locked in the basement had been the firsts since the funeral that you’d hadn’t thought about it.

Now every sleep came with dreams of distant cries, empty halls that cooed back, and a sense of urgency as time slipped from underneath you, nothing here smelled like him, yet in your sleep you held your pillow as you once held him, swearing it smelled like him, in the silence the singing birds sound like babies, but there’s nothing but creaking floorboards, old pipes and foreign ghosts in this place.

In this endless silence your mind told you this was limbo, jazz solos disguised the pandemonium of a silent afterlife, but as your heart anguished once again you buried yourself in paltry distractions, reading out loud as to keep your vocal chords warm and delude yourself that there was some company in here, mostly to hide the nonexistent crying.

It took you by surprise when half way thru ‘The Ghost’ you heard the buzzing of the steel door, your ears perked up stretching your neck before falling into the floor, shaky knees picked you up once more with a brave kick, quick steeping into the living room– Homelander stood staring at the messy pile talking to the camera to have this sorted and for the first time since you’d been here you sawn another human, who answered his call almost immediately, a man in kevlar rushed in his gun bouncing on his back alongside a young man dragging an ikea bag.

“Homelander!” Your voice was hoarse but he still turned to smile at you.

“We got you some new movies Ms. L/N” The young man spoke dropping the bag with a heavy thud.

“Watch it!” Homelander growled and you saw a slight stain dribble down his pants– just go wait in the library kitten while these ones sort this out for you.” 

Your feet moved anyways, too excited by the presence of new faces, had he not cleared his throat you would’ve said anything just to make sure this wasn’t a dream, you looked away and that big steel door was wide open, an armed guard by the exit tho… it was an office, painted white with cool fluorescent lights. 

Run, the voices scream.

Run.

For fucks sake run!!\

but...

You stay still.

It’s a test. Run and die, run and he’d snap your spine in thirds before you understand what happened your brain would be separated from your cranium no doubt, you swallow and take a step back, slow heavy agonizing steps lead you to the library.

Homelander’s gaze softens as he watches you sit by the unlit fireplace, he follows you soon after leaving the staff to work behind, you lift your head with a stiff neck, your tongue swollen inside your mouth, he smiles gently dropping to your level, carrying a small box.

The pretty bow doesn’t catch your attention in the least.

Not that dashing smile and ever so blue eyes either.

He tickles your nose without touching.

Chamomile and oat, a pale scent, subtle and clean…

As he scoot closer to you urging you to take the meaningless box held by nude hands, he pets your chin, leaving you to catch nutty tones… his hands smell of almond oil and cream.

He’s talking as he guides your hand into opening the present but you aren’t hearing a single word spoken… all you care about is his aroma…it invides you carving an aching hollow chest, making you dizzy and the world is squeezing your whole body with a thousands of pounds of violent force but you’re still held in one piece, wrapping your neck with the necklace he’d got you, touching every exposed inch leaving traces of sweet almond on you, resting his chin on your stiff shoulder so close whispering sweet nothings to you… hair smells so creamy… milky coconut, it makes you ill– You could name every brand he wore if asked.

“You like it?” He asks into your neck.

‘Like’ what? You guessed he meant the necklace.

“Where have you been?” You asked, wanting to think of anything but that bitter scent.

He pushes you down into the carpet, your hair drapes everywhere so he moves it to give himself no chance to pull it, you can’t even argue but your surprise and discomfort still paints your face, before you can say anything he drops his head on your stomach, nuzzling your dress and pulling your hand towards his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it” his muffle words sound angry, he whined into your stomach a quiet order demanding affection.

Obeying orders before he could whined even more for now you wanted silence again.

Staying like this for as long as he needed, leaving you to speculate what brought him such distress that caused him to abandon you as a result, a part of you stared in awe as you realized you how long this man could stay still without making a sound for.

How long did you lay there in a shared repose that your eyes shut? you wondered as the orange glow of afternoon sun warmed your cheeks, his hand cleaned a falling tear off your face as you woke up with a headache.

“Had a nightmare?”

Your hand unconsciously pulled him close to you, burying his face under your chin he’d awkwardly smiled as he adjusted to your demands, talking to you but it was white noise, your kept him still bridging an arm across his neck locking him in position, your other hand buried in blond, closing your eyes as you got high on shampoo.

In your mind much like your dream you hold him so close, he was plump and giddy, his hair more than a thin tuff, you laughed with him, as you dried his back, you swore to never love the scent of coconut, you held back your pain as you held him with all your might.

“I don’t want to talk about it…”

[russellsppttemplates]

Let me love on you a little more (Charles Leclerc)

Sometimes, it felt like what you were doing was a drop in the immense ocean, but Charles always made you feel a little better when you had the chance to go home

Note: english is not my first language. I based this on the news and stories I heard from people on the front line! This is in no way romanticising or summing up what happened, much less downplaying it! I hold huge huge respect and gratitude for healthcare workers!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: Covid-19 pandemic and themes associated with reader being a front line worker as a doctor (mentions hospitals, tests, death)

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3

"You can follow the purple line to the testing site we have here", you told the elderly woman.

"Is it going to hurt too much? My neighbour had to get tested to weeks ago when she visited her family and she said it's uncomfortable", she mused.

"It's a little itchy, I have to admit it, but it shouldn't hurt you, just a little bit uncomfortable, Mrs. Loire", you attempted to soothe her, your usual hand on the patients' arm now a strongly inadvisable way to comfort them.

"Thank you, Dr. Y/L/N", he said, her eyes letting you know that behind her mask there was a big smile on appreciation and gratitude.

Taking temperatures and checking flu like symptoms was not how you thought your medical career would pan out once you chose your speciality, but the new normal was this and you were working your best to do what you got into medicine to do in the first place, improve and save lives.

"How many people have you sent to the testing site?", your colleague Marina asked you when she noticed that for now, there were no walk-ins or ambulances with new patients.

"Just this morning, twenty-five", you sighed, "the closest I got to a potential non-Covid case was the kid that broke his arm, but Ortho swooped him right from me".

"Are you truly so disappointed about not being on an Orthopedics case?", she chuckled, "you hated everytime you had to be on that floor", she argued.

"I'd do anything that isn't watching people die because we don't have enough equipment or because we don't know enough about this disease to stop it", you let your frustrations out.

"We're going to win this, Y/N", Marina squeezed your shoulder, "you're usually the hopeful one on the service, but I can hope for the two of us today", she replied earnestly, "I'm going to have lunch now, do you want to go with me and sit on opposite tables so I can at least look at your face without a mask from a distance?".

"Let's go, I'm starving and I'm going up to the ward this afternoon", you raised your eyebrows, tidying up the station for whoever would cover the afternoon shift there.

As you walked to the area you had lunch in, you were happy to find the sun shinning outside on the green park area where you or the patients' family would take them to get fresh air when they were still admitted and recovering. It wasn't a thing now for obvious reasons, so you and Marina ended up in there keeping a safe distance while enjoying the feeling on the sun on your bare skin.

"Do you sometimes feel like you're losing all sense of time in there?", Marina nudged to the big building, "my mother's birthday was yesterday and I thought it was still a month away - she called me to say she had left a piece of cake for me by my door".

"Yesterday, Charles called me and told me he has going to wash my favourite hoodie of his and then wear it around the house so that by the time I came home it was nice and smelling the way I liked it. Then I reasoned with him that it wasn't this weekend because how could it be? Then I realised he was right", you took a spoonful from the tupperware.

"Are you spending the weekend at home?", Marina asked, smiling at how you seemed to finally be taking care of yourself.

You had been one of the doctors who didn't mind staying for longer in the hospital, reasoning that you didn't have kids and fortunately your family members didn't need assistance so you could cover more shifts and work as much to keep everything running smoothly. It caught up with you as it did with all your colleagues so you set specific times in your calendar where you would go home and, barring any catastrophic situation at the hospital, no one would call you for the days you spent home so you could fully relax with Charles.

"Yes, five days at home and then I'm back", you sighed, "and you? How is your little one doing?", you asked.

"My wife texted me an hour into my shift to say that Milo had a Skype call with his class and their teacher and he said his mama was in the hospital being a hero", she gave you a big smile and looked up to control the tears, "it's hard being away from them, but these little moments help", she added.

"Charles does streams with his friends, and apparently he's always mentioning me and the people on the chat have been very supportive - whenever he calls me he tells me that some fans recognise my voice and my name from the virtual appointments and that they've been here and treated by me, too", you blushed, "He's always hyping me up and I can't wait to be with him".

Stopping by the coffee machine, you both got another expresso shot before parting ways since Marina wasn't on the Covid ward for that shift.

"We've just intubated three more patients", the doctor finished her rounding up to you and the rest of the team that would take over for them, "beds five and six aren't looking good and we've alerted their family members already", he nudged.

Everyone knew what it meant when it came to calling the families, so you nodded, "hopefully they'll get here on time, have them page me downstairs when they arrive, please", you asked one of the interns before you excused yourself to put your personal protective equipment on.

"Is that you, Y/N?", one of the younger kids you had treated said as you got out of the room.

"Yes, it's me! You have a good eye, Arlo!", you smiled before noticing nurse Francesca pulling his wheelchair, "are you going home, sweet boy?", you gasped.

Arlo had been the first child you treated in the ward, only having seen adults up until that moment and it changed a switch in you. A small child struggling so much seemed to shake something inside you, and every time you called his parents with updates, you wished that you'd never have to make the dreaded call.

"I am, my lungs are all good and I'm not warm anymore!", he smiled, "I finally get to go home, my parents are downstairs waiting for me. Did you give Charles my thank you hug for the cap?", he asked.

When you noticed the little boy talking about the last Monaco GP and how he hoped one day he would be able to meet his favourite driver, Charles Leclerc, you couldn't find it in you to keep your relationship undisclosed. So, when you went home the last time, you asked Charles to sign one cap for you and told him to be ready for a FaceTime with the little boy. Arlo was the happiest you had seen him since he had been admitted, lighting up when he saw your boyfriend on the screen and giving him a few smiles despite his tired and sick state.

"I haven't been home yet, but I will give him the biggest hug at the end of the week!", you smiled, "I'm so happy for you, Arlo!", you gushed, making the gesture to blow him as kiss as he waved goodbye.

There were good stories, and even though they in no way erased the sad ones, they helped you carry on with the fight.

Laying on the on-call room after your shift, you took off your mask since no one else was allowed inside it other than you, doing your usual routine and setting your phone in the window sill.

"Hey, amour", Charles said on the phone, "how was your day?", he asked as he watched you towell dry your hair.

"Hey, mon coeur", you offered him a small smile, "I'm so tired I can't guarantee I won't fall asleep in a minute".

"It's okay, I won't mind. Did you get tested?", Charles asked as he seemed to be tucking himself to bed as well.

"Yes, another swab up my nose", you flashed him two thumbs up, "I'll have the results in the morning and hopefully I can get out of here for a few days and spend them with you and not quarantine in a hotel room", you crossed your fingers, "I don't have any symptoms, but still, you never know with this bastard".

"We'll spend it together, amour", he comforted, "I already have a lazy couple of days planned out for us", he smiled as you too tucked yourself on the oncall room bed.

"That sounds amazing", you closed your eyes briefly, "I can't wait to be with you", you yawned.

Charles knew better than to start anything important, just happy to see you were resting, safe and sound, making small talk to lull you to sleep before he ended the call.

After attending the virtual meeting so you could update the next team on how the service was running before you left, the results from test came back negative, which meant you could finally drive home.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside as you heard commotion coming from the living room, "stay away while I put all of this in the cabinet", you warned Charles.

He was quick to go to the bedroom, getting his hoodie and a pair of shorts for you, "as much as I'd love to hold you all day looking like that", your boyfriend nodded to your figure in just underwear, "I think you'll be more cosy in these", he approached you as you finally let him touch you, his arms going around your waist and pulling your bodies closer, "I've missed you so much, Y/N", he whispered.

"I missed you so much, too", you pulled your face away from his chest before kissing his lips in a proper greeting.

Charles guided you to the living room after you got dressed in his clothes, stopping by the kitchen door to check if you had a proper breakfast to which you said yes, so he took you to the sofa, snuggling you two under the blanket as he put one of your favourite shows on the TV.

"I love you, Charles", you would say every now and again, completing the affectionate moments with a kiss or a squeeze.

During the afternoon, you and Charles ended up napping on the sofa, Charles waking up with you still fast asleep on his chest, making him kiss your forehead a couple of times and pull the blanket to cover you up.

"How long was I out for?", you rubbed your eyes two hours later, looking up to see your boyfriend's smile.

"A couple of hours, it looked like a really good nap", he kissed your nose.

"Yes, it was", you squeezed his body, "I'm really craving some carbonara for dinner, do you think we have what the recipe needs?", you questioned.

"We do - I did the food shop earlier this week and I got all of the supplies", he smiled, brushing your hairs away from your eyes and behind your ears, "do you want to get started on it?".

"Yes - I need to pee first, but I'll meet you in the kitchen", you winked, pecking his lips multiple times before getting up.

As he watched you walk to the bathroom, thoughts came flooding in.

This is what he wanted with you. Cosy intimacy that went beyond what happened in the bedroom. The domesticity that went beyond just spending time together and that shines through in the little moments of intertwined routines, special requests and little talks in the middle of the night about random existential questions.

Stepping into the kitchen, Charles gathered the ingredients, pots and pans before you stepped inside too, hugging his waist and nuzzling your face on his back, "you're so comfy, Charlie", you cooed before he turned around so he could face you, cupping your cheeks and rubbing them.

"And you're so gorgeous, mon coeur", he complimented, making you melt inside as you focused on the pads of his thumbs against your skin.

Slicing the guanciale, you removed the rind and cut the rest into small pieces while Charles grated the pecorino cheese and added the egg yolks to the same bowl, the pasta already cooking with the timer on the side.

Scrambling everything into the pot one last time before adding the pasta water a little bit at a time until it was spot on as you liked, making you serve it up in the plates and head back to the sofa.

"Haven't you had enough of the sofa?", you giggled as Charles let you sit before he placed the tray on your lap, doing the same with his own, "I know I haven't had the energy for much else, but maybe tomorrow we can go hike if you'd like", you suggested.

"I want to spend time with you, wherever you are - you're in the sofa, I'm in the sofa, you're in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen, if you're in the bathroom, I'm in the bathroom", he stated like it was clear as water.

"Maybe not when I'm in the toilet, though, okay?", you squinted as he laughed at your antics.

Charles tidied up after the both of you, sending you to the ensuite bathroom for a bath he'd join you in as soon as he was done.

"You didn't get in?", Charles slumped his shoulders slightly as he saw you sprawled out on the bed.

"I was partially in a food coma, but also - I didn't want to get in alone and the water was a little too hot so I had to let it cool for a bit", you smiled, letting him pull you up and into the bathroom.

Stepping inside the bathroom, Charles grabbed your hips, "let me love on you a little bit more, mon coeur", he said as he pulled you to him, grabbing the hem of the hoodie you were wearing and taking it off of your torso, kissing the skin on your shoulders.

As he stopped his ministrations on your skin, you took the opportunity to take his t-shirt off while you shimmied your shorts and underwear, caressing his muscles before he also took the rest of his clothes off.

"Feels good", Charles dipped his fingers in the tub, getting in himself so he could help you sit between his legs and lay your back on his chest.

Your boyfriend brought his hands together and formed a shell shape with them, collecting water in them and wetting your shoulder blades, then letting it cascade down your neckline, boobs and tummy before he let his hands wander around to feel your body, hoping it would show you his love and appreciation for you.

After you got out, Charles rubbed your products on your face, giggling when you made little faces before you put on pyjamas, tucking into bed and cuddling his chest.

"You know I've missed you so much, but our bed feels heavenly right now", you chuckled, kissing his naked chest, "I love you, Charles", you mumbled before sleep took over you.

"I love you, beautiful girl, sleep tight", he whispered against your hair, kissing the top of your head before he rubbed your back.

Charles was woken up from your body moving a lot and the clammy feeling of your hand on his chest, looking for your face and noticing the crease on your forehead, "hey, amour", he gently shook you awake, "wake up for me, please, it's okay, you're okay", he urged as you opened your eyes wide as you took in where you were.

"I'm home, I'm home", you mumbled, taking deep breaths like Charles encouraged you to once you sat up, doing them with you a couple of times until you calmed down.

"You are, mon coeur, you are", Charles kissed your forehead when you rested your back against the headboard.

After standing there in silence while Charles played with your fingers on your lap, you were able to speak about it, "I hit five this week", you mumbled, "five people who have died on my watch since this thing started, five family members I've had to call to tell them their loved one didn't make it.

"And it's a small number when you compare it to other countries - so many colleagues are already on their one hundredth, but Monaco is so small", you reasoned, "I haven't had a number this high since I started at the hospital - in my regular service, I never lost five people".

"It's not your fault, amour - a virus is out there and you're working so hard to contain it", Charles pulled you to his chest, rubbing your arm up and down and kissing the side of your head, "the work you're doing with the testing site, making sure to slow the spread and ensuring everyone is as healthy as they can be - you're part of that, Y/N, and even though it doesn't seem like it, you're still winning, you're still beating the universe".

"I couldn't do it without you", you mused and Charles' scoff alerted you, "it's true, Charles! I would never be able to stay at the hospital for so long if you weren't supportive, if you weren't helping my parents and making sure they're doing okay when I can't do it! The way you support me and are there for me - the way your holding me like you always do", you snuggled further into him, "this helps me keep going - you do", you kissed his jaw, seeing his blushed cheeks in the dimly lit bedroom.

"We're a good team then", he accepted the compliment, kissing your temple again, "do you think you can go back to sleep or maybe we could have a chat, watch some TV, have a lazy makeout session", he wiggled his eyebrows.

"That last idea sounds great, I've missed that", you rolled over properly, taking his lips in yours as his hands roamed along your tummy.

[sehodreams]

Sohee is so fucking cute omg he's the type who'd pull the baddest bitch and no one know how he did that. He'd be here looking all cute and his girl would look intimidating and dressed like she could kill you. I just think the dynamic would be so cute and I can imagine them making out and his hair is all fluffy from her hands and his lips are all shiny while his face is covered in red or dark lipstick. And everyone would expect her to be the dom in the relationship but they don't know how pouty and submissive she is in his hands and how much he's the one with the upper hand.

I just think that this cute little bean deserves the baddest bitch in town.

OMG I LOVE THATTTT

TW and tags: oral sex, Sohee is a simp.

I think it'd be such a pretty couple, I know people would expect him to be with a cute girl that always wore flowy dresses (almost a church girl look) but come on, this man needs, and likes, a little spice.

I'm sure he'd be the one who started to make his interest obvious, those eyes following your every move while you did your own thing with your sexy/intimidating outfit and your sharp eyeliner with dark eyeshadow, complimenting your hair and how you styled it that day, he would let lots of praises and wouldn't be afraid to show how much he thinks of you, trying to talk to you as much as he could every time he saw you, begging for your number at one point and sending you texts every morning telling you to have the best day.

Everyone that saw you together would be wondering how the hell did the two of you started, thinking it was probably you who made him accept you (as if you were the one approaching him), but he's the one who had to practically grovel until you said yes to a date with him (not that you didn't like him from the start, just that you had your doubts).

Every time he introduced you to his friends they would look at Sohee surprised, not believing the bad bitch that little thing pulled, admiring how in front of everyone he always had a hand on your waist and gave you his whole attention, and let's not talk about how when you have to say goodbye Sohee would walk you to your car and would come back with unfocused eyes and your red lipstick all over his mouth and cheeks, making everyone laugh at how funny and unique the image is.

If just they knew that behind doors Sohee wasn't the one who always ended with his mind a mess. Sohee would drop to his knees in public to clean the dust off your high heels if he had to, but in the coziness of his room you're the one who is almost always on their knees, gladly sucking his cock and leaving a trail of lipstick stains all over his abdomen and thighs, apart from the base of his cock when you deep throated him.

"you love my cock that much uh?" He'd say with a smirk when you moved your head up and down his shaft. You'd pull out and, looking up to him, you'd smile with drunk glossy eyes and rests of red color smudged to your chin, widening your grin when he grabbed his length and slapped your cheek with it, "such a pretty sight" he'd say before he grabbed your neck and made you open your mouth to receive his cum over your tongue.

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 29 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Listen when I say these characters have a mind of their own, I mean it. I was just chilling writing the start of the last episode and then all of a sudden boom, we kissing and shit. Like ah excuse me, this wasn't in my plan, what are we doing? But hey they deserved a we treat and I mean so do we. So this chapter is definitely rated, if you aren't over 18, back! Back, I say! 🤺

TW: sexy time lmao, long chapter

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @imusicaddict, anyone else please let me know.

We entered Bavaria in early May, and we had been tasked in capturing Berchtesgaden. It was a town high in the Alps, and was the symbolic home of the Nazi party. Apparently all of the important men of the party had houses there. Even though the man was dead, Hitler had ordered the SS to make it their last stand to keep the enemy out of their “sacred” town. 

I sighed, staring at the mass of boulders that blocked our way up the mountain, the hot sun beating down on my back. We had been stuck here for hours, waiting for someone with more artillery than we did, so we could blast our way through. 

I hummed a tune twirling a curl around my finger, trying to remember all of the words to the song I had stuck in my head. I couldn’t for the life of me remember the lyrics, only the melody played on and on in my mind.     

Lieb leaned against the wheel next to me smoking. “How long does it take for engineers to arrive?” I asked while shielding the sun from my eyes as I looked over to Lieb. 

“Who knows?” He said while taking a deep drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke in my face. 

“Lieb!” I whined pushing him away as he chuckled. 

“Stop humming, you’re driving me insane.” He retorted, shoving me back. “You just keep repeating the same part over and over again. You’re just as bad as Web and his stupid quotes from his literature.” I gawked offended by his comment, no way I was as annoying as Web.  

“Ugh, rude!” I got up from my position, dusting the dirt off the back of my pants. Lieb grinned at me, knowing he had wound me up. 

“Stop smirking!” I nudged his leg with my boot. “Take it back!” I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him my best pissed off face. 

“You’re not as annoying as Web.” Joe held his hands up in surrender. I laughed, smiling down at Lieb, who grinned back at me. 

“What about me?” Web startled me as he snuck up from behind. My eyes grew wide, plastering a smile on my face. 

“Web you need to stop sneaking up on me, seriously.” I burst out laughing, fortunately he hadn’t heard what we were talking about. 

I loved Web, he was so sweet, but his endless love for literature got very tiring. Somehow the conversation with him always ended in his love of books and all things written. Half the time I had no clue what he was talking about, I would nod and smile adding in, “Oh that’s so interesting.” But I wasn’t listening by that point anymore. 

“We were just talking about how long it would take the engineers to arrive.” I skipped over the most recent conversation we had, I didn’t want to hurt the poor man's feelings.  

“I think they are going to try something right now. Everyone is getting tired of waiting.” Web pointed to the pile of rocks that blocked the road. 

I peaked my head over the truck to catch a glimpse of two soldiers standing in the middle of the road with one of the bazooka's we had with us. I covered my ears just in time to muffle the explosion that blasted into the debris.

“I don’t think that will work.” I huffed, it had hardly made a dent in the huge pile. 

“No, but that does look fun.” Web grinned admiring the massive explosion. 

“Yeah!” Lieb launched to his feet. “Web, we should go help.” Web and Joe excitedly nodded at each other racing off to the front of the road.

“Ok, bye.” I said to the pair's back as they enthusiastically scurried away.  

I slumped down again, the same song still stuck in my head. 

“Aw, Em.” A large hand reached down and ruffled my hair. I looked up to find Bull standing over me. 

“They ditched me, for explosives. Can you believe that?” I asked in astonishment. 

A wry grin formed on Bull’s lips, he tilted his head to the side with a hearty chuckle. “I can’t say I am, little lady.” He said in his thick country accent. 

“No you’re right. I’m not shocked.” I laughed, shaking my head. 

I looked over to find Web and Lieb stacking grenades on the landslide of rocks. They sprinted back to where the two other soldiers stood still with the bazooka. Their grin’s were child-like as they ran back. 

Bull and I watched them, laughing at how excited they all seemed to be. Was it really that much fun blowing things up? 

They didn’t wait long, firing the rocket right into the pile of explosives the pair had set. The ground shook, as the booming echoed around the mountains. But still the pile of rocks seemed to remain the same, at least they were having fun. It was nice to see genuine smiles on their faces. 

“Easy!” Speirs yelled from the front of the trucks. “Let’s move out!” Spiers grinned widely with a skip in his step as he made his way back through the parked vehicles. 

“Are we not waiting for the engineers anymore?” I leaned over to Bull. 

“Guess not.” Bull smiled. “We better get moving, come on.” He took me by the crook of my arm, leading the way behind Speirs who was getting together all of Easy so that we could leave. 

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“It’s so quiet.” I whispered to Don as we walked. He nodded in agreement before turning back to the task at hand. 

Easy Company tiptoed silently down the empty streets, the group had found an alternative route up the mountain. We had been told to be on guard, and to expect the unexpected. 

So the soldiers walked through the streets with their weapons drawn, readying themselves for whatever was waiting for us.   

The town was eerily still, white flags hung from the windows of the houses we passed. The town appeared empty, there was no one present. The deserted village sent shivers up my back. Something that should be so busy and bustling with life now sat forlorn and abandoned.

Still I couldn’t deny that the place was beautiful even in its abandonment. The houses looked cosy and quaint as the tall mountains loomed over the small village. 

My eyes darted from one place to another, taking in all the sights that laid before me. A large red banner caught my attention. 

“Jesus.” I muttered to myself, eyes practically bulging out of my head as I took in the large swastika that covered the building in front of us. 

It was strange to see a symbol that meant peace and well-being have such a sinister feeling now attached to it. 

“Well, they really weren’t hiding it were they.” Grant said from beside me as we both gawked at banner’s. 

“Nope.” I agreed with the man. 

We made our way inside the big building that had ‘​​Berchtesgadener hof’ proudly displayed over the entrance. 

“Was it a hotel?” I leaned over to whisper to Don as we walked inside what appeared to be the foyer. 

“I think so.” Don confirmed. 

Like the town the hotel was just as quiet, no guests seemed to be staying or staff either.

I shied away from the brass sculpture of Hitler, that was prominently displayed in the middle of one of the rooms we walked through as we continued to search the building.  

A clanging made me jump from my skin, we rounded the corner to find a lone clerk being held at gunpoint by Lew. His eyes darted from Nixon to the rather large book that sat on the desk. 

“Looks like a guest book.” I said loudly, glancing over to Lew who nodded his head. 

“Everyone who was anyone signed into this hotel. And now we have all the dates and names of anyone who ever supported Hitler in his plans.” Lew said as he flicked through the book. 

“Guess there are staff after all.” I mused, watching the clerk scamper away.

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Don and I walked around together forgetting the mission at hand, being too caught up in the lavish hotel. 

“Should we sneak into one of the rooms? See if the bath works?” Don asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows at me. 

“Donald!” I giggled at the man giving him a whack. “No, well. No, we couldn’t. Well.” I debated the very enticing idea. 

“Oh come on! Speirs is probably out there now stealing all the silverware.” Don grinned at me, his fingers finding the nook of my arm to bring me along in his mischief. 

“Fine! We will look, quickly.” I added but not putting up much of a fight as Don dragged me down one of the halls.      

We pried open one of the doors, standing in the entrance way admiring the room. In the middle of the room sat a giant four poster bed. The duvet looked elegant, satin and lace coverings, with large fluffy pillows adorning the head. Across the room a tall window opened up, looking over the alps that surrounded the town. 

Don and I moved further into the room, finding our way into the bathroom, which seemed to be even bigger than the master suite. A white clawfoot bathtub stood proudly in the middle of the space. 

The far side of the room was taken up by a vanity that covered the width of the wall, with large basins that you could bathe in, if you so wished. 

“Fucking hell.” I uttered, completely in awe of it all. 

“Yup!” Don nodded as we looked over all of the interior. Even the ceilings were beautiful, fluffy white clouds and the bluest sky had been painted onto the roof of the bathroom. Gold accents of branches and leaves vined out into the sky. Everywhere my eyes could see the room was filled with exquisite details. 

“It’s stunning.” I couldn’t pick my jaw off the floor. 

“Eh, it’s alright. I’ve seen better.” Don shrugged, not seeming impressed with the glamour. 

“What?! When?” I asked in disbelief. 

“I have, truly.” I shook my head scoffing at him. 

“When?” I eyed him suspiciously. 

“Well.” Don started slowly making his way over to me. His stride was confident, freezing me in place. I sucked in a breath as he drew near, suddenly it wasn’t funny anymore. The look in his eyes sent the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. 

“There’s you.” Don had moved closer to me, my back pressed into the cold marble basin. My breath hitched in my throat as he leaned even further into me. 

We weren’t even touching yet, but the way Don took up the space had me stunned into silence. 

“You’ve gone all quiet on me.” He teased, deliberately placing his hands either side of my body, caging me into him.   

Goosebumps rose on my skin, I felt my cheeks flush. How had he turned this around so quickly?

“Emily?” My full name dripped off his tongue, as he smirked at me tilting his head ever so slightly. He knew what he was doing to me. 

I swallowed, trying to find my voice again. 

“What are you doing?” I asked softly, scared if I raised my voice too much it would disturb whatever was happening. 

“Nothing.” Don breathed, leaning further forward. “Is there something you want me to do?” His whispers tickled my neck. I hid away the sensitive skin, turning to meet his gaze. 

My heart pounded in my ears as our eyes locked. His stare was full of want, I almost melted into a puddle right then. 

“Stop teasing me.” I pleaded. The tension was overwhelming but exhilarating at the same time. It felt as if I was a raw nerve, the slightest of touch would set me on fire. 

“Oh my love, I’m not teasing.” Don smiled, but it wasn’t his normal smile. There was another intention behind it. I gasped as his hand cupped my cheek gently tracing over my jawline, it was only a slight brush but I found myself leaning into his palm. He didn’t give me the satisfaction, stealing away the brief contact. 

I glared at the man. Don was clearly teasing me. 

“Don.” I protested, trying to find his hand to bring back up to my face. But instead he found me first, holding my wrist still. 

I tried again with my free hand but it was no use Don had me pinned. 

I groaned in frustration. 

“You’re teasing me.” I whined, huffing. 

My annoyance didn’t seem to deter Don from his antics. He moved forward his mouth inches away from my ear. 

“You have to ask nicely.” Don’s lips brushed over the sensitive skin of my jaw. I suppressed a moan by trapping my lip between my teeth. 

“Please. Donald Malarkey, you have me. Now do something about it.” I challenged him. 

A smile formed on his lips but I only saw it for a split second before his lips crashed into mine. I sighed into the kiss as his hands cupped my face pulling me closer to him. My hands roamed around his body, tracing anything I could get my hands on. I didn’t realise how much tension had built from our last kiss, but I needed him so badly it hurt. 

Don swiftly lifted me up, sitting me on the edge of the basin as we continued to kiss. I opened my mouth as our tongues swirled together. It was an addiction, I couldn’t get enough. I needed him closer. I grabbed at the fabric that impeded me from Don. 

I tugged off his jacket, too busy kissing him to see where I threw it. Don’s hand’s did the same pulling the material from my arms tossing the item to the side. I gasped as he pulled me forward, sliding me to the very edge of the bench. Don pressed himself to me, even with pants on I could feel everything. 

“Off, I need this off!” I said breathlessly, pulling at his collar. I helped him tug off the t-shirt, admiring his body lovingly. I raked my fingers down his chest, sliding my hand below his belt. Don shuddered seemingly immobilised as I palmed his front. 

Don snatched my wrist, a wry grin forming on his features, “We have plenty of time for that later.” 

A pout formed on my lips. He moved forward kissing me gently. Unlike before he savoured the kiss. Don’s lips moved over my face, gently placing kisses at the corners of my lips, by the creases of my eyes, my temples and cheeks. His touch was so soft but everytime he moved to a different spot I could still feel the last caress. 

I captured his face in my hands, my thumbs tracing over his features. With each movement I kissed him gently. 

I sighed in pleasure as Don’s hands found the small of my back pulling me even closer. 

“Take it off.” I begged, needing the fabric that separated us to be removed. Don’s finger’s found the hem of my shirt, slowly dragging it up my body. I arched into him, enjoying the feeling of his fingertips brushing on my skin. 

Don threw my top to the side, I didn’t have the patience to be admired just yet, still sporting a bra. I brought his hands around my back to the clasp. 

He made quick work of the fastening. I felt it loosen from my back as he pulled the straps over my shoulders and down my arms.  

I sat half naked watching Don take me in. He blew out a breath, shaking his head slightly. 

“Fucking hell. And you’re all mine.” Don said to himself, I giggled at him. 

“Donald, stop gawking and kiss me.” I said my tone was playful. But I didn’t need to tell him twice. He moved forward pressing us together, his fingers dragged down my exposed back sending shivers up my spine. 

Don’s head dipped down to my neck slowly trailing his lips down my skin. I leaned back enjoying the feeling of his tongue swirling down my body. I gasped when his mouth latched onto the soft flesh of my chest. 

Don’s lips nipped and sucked, finding his way down to my erect nipple. His other hand massaging my other breast as he assaulted my nipple with his mouth. I leaned my head back, mouth open in pleasure, moans and gasps fell from my lips in hasty succession. 

He moved to my other breast giving it the same treatment as the previous. I panted and bucked against him, the feeling of his kisses and hands sending me spiralling. 

“Fuck! Holy fuck.” I groaned watching him enjoy me. The wetness between my legs somehow grew more. I pulled his face back up to mine, needing his lips on my own again. 

My hands snaked down to his pants, trying my best to undo his belt while not being able to see. It was harder than I thought, after a while of fumbling around I finally pulled away to glance down at what I was doing. 

“Desperate?” Donald asked, smirking. I didn’t even deny it, breathlessly nodding my head while still trying to yank the belt from his pants. 

“I have waited far too long for a belt to put a stop to it.” I groaned, still failing at the simple job. 

“You’ve waited, oh my love, you don’t know the half of it.” Donald’s hands found mine, taking over the task. I watched him easily pull the belt free and remove it from his trousers. Don undid the button, loosening them around his hips. I greedily licked my lips moving my hands to his waistband tugging them down. I bit my lip, a shy smile formed on my mouth. 

I couldn’t wait any longer, my own hands unbuttoning my pants and trying my best to shimmy them down while still being perched on the counter. 

“So impatient!” Don tutted, his arms lifting me so I could successfully pull down my clothing. 

I kicked off the green cargo pants, leaving us both in just our underwear. I giggled, somehow the innocent looking in the rooms had gotten out of hand. 

Don kissed me again, his fingers lazily dragging around my body and into my hair. I did the same, tangling my fingers in his and pulling gently. A low moan left his lips as he moved his mouth over mine. The electricity between us was almost palpable, with every touch and sound I could feel the lustful energy flowing through my body. 

I yelped in surprise as Don lifted me so easily from the basin. I didn’t look where he was taking us too busy assaulting his face and neck with kisses. 

We landed gently on the decadent bed, but Don and I were too enraptured in each other to truly appreciate the comfort of the soft mattress and the silk sheets against our skin. 

Don ran his fingers down my side, teasingly stopping around the hem of my underwear. He pulled it back, snapping the waistband against my skin. In the same movement Don dipped his head down, trailing soft kisses down my skin and stopping near my collarbone to nip at the sensitive skin.  

His hand slipped down between my thighs, caressing around my hips. I rocked back, eyes closed in pleasure. I couldn’t stifle the loud moans that fell from my lips. 

I could feel his smirk as he placed more feverish kisses around my navel, his hands roaming around my thighs never quite landing where I needed them too. Don was making me beg for it. 

Don’s touch continued down towards my hips, his lips finding the right spots to make me squirm and bite my lip in desperation. 

“Don.” I pleaded through my pants.  

“Yes my love?” He said with a smirk, as his kisses wandered down, his touch still tantalising and teasing. I could feel Don’s breath against my core, as he continued to run his fingers along my inner thighs.

“Stop teasing me!” I whined. 

Don chuckled at my pleading, looking up at me with a devilish smile. I watched as he bit my inner thigh gently in response. 

“Beg for it.” He said in a low husky voice that was filled with desire. 

“Please Donald, make me feel alive!” I begged, feeling so vulnerable in his arms. 

“I love you.” Don said before he pulled my underwear from my body, taking his time admiring me placing sweet kisses to the soft skin between my legs. I groaned as his mouth found my core, his hot tongue swirling over my bud of nerves. 

I cried out in pleasure as he feasted on me, I gripped onto his hair hanging on for dear life as he shook me to my core. I trembled in ecstasy as Don’s tongue dipped inside of me.   

Don seemed to enjoy seeing me come undone, moaning against my core. His fingers slipped inside of me pulling in and out with force. 

I threw my head back screaming into my free hand that covered my mouth. I arched and bucked against his every move. Don’s free hand pinned me to the bed to stop me from escaping the overwhelming feeling that rippled throughout my body. 

He sucked and nipped at my sensitive core as he worked his fingers in and out of my entrance. 

Bright colours swarmed my vision as I shook, I had reached my climax. I held onto Don, the only thing that seemed to be grounding me to reality. It felt as if I had left my body, floating above the scene that was playing before me. Don did not stop his movements, riding out the orgasm as long as he could. 

My breath left me as I writhed under his touch, I didn’t think that it could last long, but I was still overcome by my euphoric satisfaction.    

Finally he let me come down, pulling away from my core. I caught my breath, eyes still closed trying to come back to the real world, rather than the cloud I was floating on. 

“I think you were trying to kill me.” I panted as Don moved back up to kiss me gently on my lips. 

“What’s more alive than being nearly half dead?” Don chuckled as he lay against me, his fingers tangling into my hair and pulling me towards him. He rested his forehead against mine, our breaths mixing together as we enjoyed the quiet moment. 

I closed my eyes enjoying the simple sounds, his soft breaths fanning on my face, and the quiet heartbeat that pulsed against my own chest. I kissed him again, I kissed him like I would never see him again. 

My hands travelled down his torso, it was my turn to show him how much I loved him. I palmed his hard cock through his underwear. Don groaned into my mouth, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. 

I trailed my kisses down his neck, chest and stomach. Don sighed in pleasure, lying his head back against the bed. Every touch under his hands and the feeling of his skin on mine, I felt the love and desire he had for me, I wanted him to feel the same as I kissed him. I wanted to make him want me more than ever.  

I let my tongue drag down his hips, swirling over the sensitive skin. I needed to drive him insane with desire, like he had me only moments before. 

Tugging down his briefs his hard cock sprung free. I tossed the item of clothing to the side. I bit my lip taking in his size, how he had hidden that from me I had no idea. I wrapped my hand around the base stroking my thumb gently up the shaft. Don shuddered under my grip, groaning huskily. 

Don propped himself up on his elbows and I started slowly moving my hand up and down his length. I licked my lips desperately wanting to taste him. 

“Jesus christ Emily, you’re going to be the death of me.” Don muttered a mix of shock and pleasure on his face. 

I grinned. I continued to stare at him as I moved forward, my tongue darting out to swirl around his tip. His cock twitched in my hand, Don looked as if he was going to pass out. 

“Now who’s teasing?” He leaned forward brushing a curl out of my face. I wrapped my lips around him sucking. Donald inhaled sharply tensing under my touch. I moved further down, bringing more of him into my mouth. Don’s breaths grew uneven as I continued. 

I bobbed my head up and down, taking as much of him as I could into my throat. My hand still gripped the base of his cock moving as I sucked and licked. 

“Oh god!” Donald moaned watching me with lust filled eyes. 

I pulled back sucking in air as I continued to massage his cock with my hand. Don gripped onto the bed sheets panting heavily. His fingers weaved into my hair, gripping just as tightly as he was the fabric under him. I continued my assault, my pace becoming faster. 

“Don’t stop my love.” He begged, he was almost to his limit. I did as he asked, continuing my rhythm. 

“I’m going to cum!” Don whined pulling back from me, but I held his hips steady, looking up at him through my lashes. I wanted to taste him like he tasted me. I didn’t stop, bobbing my head and sucking. I felt his body jolt under me, hot liquid filled my mouth as I watched Don’s eyes roll back in his head.      

“Em.” Don breathed, sitting up from his position and moving down to where I knelt between his legs. His hands cupped my face peppering my skin with light kisses. Don pulled me up to him, as we laid back down against the bed, limbs tangled and bodies entwined. A moment of pure serenity as we embraced each other, basking in the warmth of one another. 

“I love you.” I whispered as we gazed into each other’s eyes. 

“I love you.” Don lips brushed against my skin. 

“Guys we’re leaving!” The door burst open as Babe and George sauntered into the room. Both Don and I screamed in surprise, scrambling to hide ourselves. Don dove over me, covering my body with his. His ass out in the wind for all to see. George and Babe’s eyes bulged seeing their friends bare butt pointing right in their direction. 

“Get out!!” Don screeched, as I hid beneath him trying to contain my fit of giggles.

“Oh my god!” George gasped covering his mouth as Babe stared wide eyed at us. 

“Guys get the fuck out, right now!!” Don demanded the men leave. But it still didn’t work, the pair didn’t budge. 

“What is going on here?” George asked through bouts of laughter he shared with Babe. 

Don grabbed the nearest pillow chucking at the heads of the two men who were crying with laughter. 

“OUT!” Don yelled, but he was trying not to laugh as well. I wrapped my arms around his waist keeping him close to me. Don was the only thing keeping my naked body out of sight of the pair of idiots who howled with laughter in the still wide open door. 

“Fine, we will go. But it’s going to cost you.” George waggled his finger at us as he hauled the still hysterical Babe out of the room. The door clicked shut, as it did so both Don and I sighed in relief. 

“You didn’t lock the door!” I playfully smacked his chest as he grinned down at me. 

“Neither did you!” But we couldn’t stop our own giggles from escaping our lips.

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Chapter 30

[prestonmonterey]

intro

!! plz dont send me chain asks !!

(pronouns page is linked on there but also here if you dont wanna look for it:)

ok so uhh basically the gist of it

hi

im preston

uhh for names call me preston or pres or squid or orion or jaxon or actually just whatever you want i dont mind (more on my prounouns page) (if we're friends/moots feel free to gimme a nickname if ya want)

pronouns are it/he/they (the order of preference changes from time to time also neos are alright just anything other than she/her)

fandoms im most active in: varian and the seven kingdoms/tangled the series, camp here and there (will wood too!!), adamandi, the art of pleasing princes, starkid, spies are forever and percy jackson (mostly the musical bc im in a production of it :)

you can always interact with me! apparently im intimidating but i swear im really nice (i think) and id be really happy if you sent an ask at any time :3 i promise i wont get annoyed even if you think youre being annoying i just really like interacting with cool people :3

you can tag me in anything and everything! i promise ill look at it :3 and i try my best to do tag games and stuff (lmk if you dont want me to tag ya) but if i dont uhh, just assume i was like, really tired that day, or ive been tagged by another moot in that game before and im too lazy to dig it up :P sry

uhh im a minor too so like nsfw/18+ blogs dni

i try my best to use tone tags but if i forget and you need them please let me know!! (i also find tone tags helpful for myself) :3

theres more info on my card about like other stuff too

tag key:

#marble musings = original posts

#marble monologues = long posts/reblogs usually about chnt or just like existentialism idk

#marble draws = art/fanart/crafts/cosplay type thing

#marble games = i make games on google forms! hoping to learn to code or get an actual game engine to make full games past like choose your own adventures

#marble music = song covers :3 (yes i have all the filtered instrumentals i used for adamandi, lmk if you want them i can send em over discord or something)

#marble asks = answering stuff in my ask box

i think thats all of them :3 might add more eventually, and sometimes i forget to tag properly so sorry about that :(

i have some sideblogs if you wanna check em out (not super active on them but ill still try to respond if you shoot me an ask)

hatchetfield rp sideblogs: @thelilcloverpatch @fading-angelic-starlight @marble-man @honey-sparrow @ivy-wreathed-arches

and @hatchetfield-bone-thief

theyre all dead and uhh tw for spookies and violence and blood and sh and ritualistic sacrifice

i have a couple other blogs but those are secret :D

[thymeclangen]

May StarClan Smile Upon You

We are a friendly group, simply living upon the humble whims of our glorious ancestors. Settle down, and allow us to explain.

Alternative site for just reading in-order moons:

https://thymeclangen.thecomicseries.com/comics/1#content-start

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS

These are not guarantees for the story, but things that may pop up. Not all warnings I may end up using will be here, but these are some general ones:

#tw blood #tw gore #tw heavy gore #tw abuse #tw ritual #tw sacrifice #tw death #tw murder #tw drowning #tw child death #tw war #tw illness #tw death in childbirth #tw violence #tw cheating #tw injury

There will also most likely be swearing scattered throughout the blog. If I missed anything, please let me know! Most importantly, stay safe.

Tags:

#thymoons - For moon updates

#thymews - For in-character ask responses

#thymessages - For out-of-character ask responses

#thymore - For reblogging other clangen blogs

#thymaunder - For other posts related to ThymeClan such as lore or references

#thymumble - For random posts not covered by any of the other tags

Inspirations:

@aphidclan-clangen

@loudclan-clangen

@sporeclan

@fallenclan

@gray-thistleclan

@littlebloomclan

@moons-of-dewclan

@mourningsbane

@in-memoriam-tgwk

@the-inky-waters

@rise-of-thornclan

@circus-clangen

@juniper-clan

GO CHECK THEM OUT!! PLEASE!! ALL OF THEIR WORK IS SO LOVELY!!!

Notes:

I will probably only be posting single pages as I finish them to keep up my motivation, with moons being split up into multiple sections which will be multiple pages. Generally, It should go like this: Moon 1 part 1.1, Moon 1 part 1.2, Moon 1 part 2.1, you get the jist. 1._ would be the pages of plot line 1 for the moon and so on. All in the hopes of keeping up motivation while also being able to really dig into the story and characters.

You are more than welcome to ask questions to any character!

This blog and the designs for the cats are all based on the game Clangen! Go check out the game!

About The Artist:

Hello! You can call me Quail or Dawn! I go by They/Them/She and a whole shebang of neos. I have adhd and anxiety, so I will be trying my hardest to not freak out or lose motivation <3. My main blog is @quail-dawn, although I don't really do anything there but reblog shit. Anyhoo I should probably end this ramble before I lose the whole omniscient ominous vibe thingy I'm going for haha. Hope you enjoy!

[littlemissuicidex]

☆Intro☆

Hiya; to cover the basics I'm Nemo (she/they). and this is a 21+ blog! I've been roleplaying for practically 20 years (I'm 30yrs old). So I'm not new to the game...just rusty lol. I also can be found over on my multimuse @koriningyou! My personal blog is @nem0philistx for anyone curious. I also have a fanfic recs blog @nemo-likesto-read both blogs are 18+ so please respect that.

☆Rules☆

• as stated above - please be 21+ to interact with me. I may not write smut, however the fade or time skip/ implied is fine. Also with the nature of the series my character (rachel gardner) is very gory and violent. because of this, I am aging Ray up to AT LEAST 18.

• please be advised, I may post triggering things. I'll try to tag accordingly (tw: trigger / tw: trigger mention ) but i am forgetful. So understand the mentioned topics are the most common triggers that will be present. Ray is suicidal and depending where in the series - very religious - who has a history of being neglect and abused by her parents. She lacks empathy and has killed animals/pets. I do not condone her actions. Home girl is tapped. So understand that muse ≠ mun. To know more about her, go here.

• no godmodding and the other basic etiquette, thanks.

• I'm semi selective, preferring mutuals to non, but open to all interactions regardless. I'm open to crossovers, aus, ocs etc. I just may need a crash course if it's a Fandom I'm not familiar with. For a list of my AUs go here.

• I'm not picky when it comes to how a thread is written. Icons and one liners to formatting and multi para is all perfectly fine for me. I'm honestly such a chill person, however your preferences are, I can accommodate.

• I am open to exploring different kinds of ships (romantic/platonic/toxic/rival etc), but please don't force it! let the chemistry happen. Don't be afraid to message me to ask about it, too if you think it could be something to explore. And again I will not write smut, will be a fade/time skip kind of deal.

• I ask for the usual DNI criteria:: no transphobes, homophobes, etc. And don't interact if you like to start drama- thanks!

• like this if you read please 😊

• divider credits on this blog: @cafekitsune

• icon bases are from @rpiconblogxkitten & myself || all edited by me.

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! I couldn't add these interactions in without writing an absurd amount to fit it in properly, but I still really wanted to add them, so here, have these little scenes instead. The first one takes place just after Birdie tells everyone when her birthday is and her and Joe have a little side conversation. The second is a little moment between her and George at the birthday game night he throws for her.

let me know what you think x

As always, based on the hbo show/actors portrayal, no disrespect intended.

TW: nothing

Tags: @malarkgirlypop , @panzershrike-pretz

Made of Glass

Chapter twenty and a half

Bernadette, Toye and Guarnere were some of the only people left in the mess hall. The woman had finished her food a while ago but was waiting for her friends to catch up. Bill was the last one, he got rid of his tray and came back to the table. Birdie saw him approaching and stood but was quickly stopped, “Sit down, missy.” Toye spoke up. He had a few questions for the young lady. 

“Yeah, you got some explaining to do.” Bill added, sitting back down across from her. 

“Am I in trouble?” She looked at the faces of her friends that were currently studying her. It made her feel like a child who had been pulled into the principal's office. 

“What the hell happened between you and Liebgott?” Toye spat out. He was a tad upset she hadn’t told him, after all, weren’t they best friends?

“Oh.. uh… nothing?” Birdie tried to play it off but she knew she couldn't avoid this forever. The issue was trying to explain something she herself didn't quite understand.

“Forgive me for not believing that.” Joe rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“No really… It was-” Birdie began, but she was cut off.

“What was? What happened?” Bill inquired, he was getting sick of the pretending game, he just wanted straight answers.

“He apologized. That’s all.” 

“Bullshit.” Both men hissed out in tandem. 

“Excuse me?” Birdie was taken aback, why were they so angry? She was allowed to make friends with whomever she wanted. Did they know something she didn't? Had Liebgott spoken to them about her? Suddenly she was flustered and bashful, looking down to avoid the men staring at her. 

“If all he did was apologise, why are you blushing?” 

“I’m not!” Her hand flew up to her cheeks to check their warmth, eyes wide and mouth parted.

“Yes, you are.” Guarnere responded, “Do you like him or something?” His eyebrows were raised, he genuinely didn’t know the answer. Toye on the other hand scoffed, of course she did, he thought that much was obvious.

“What?! No,I-... t-that's crazy!” Birdie was great at bluffing in games, not so much real life. Games had rules that were easy to understand. Life was more complicated. 

“Oh my god, you do!” Bill whisper-yelled accusingly.

“Jesus, Birdie.” Toye already knew this information but he was still mildly disappointed, “Seriously? Of all they guys… Him? Really?” His tone was so judgmental and Birdie was starting to get offended. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Her voice went up an octave. 

“You could do so much better.” Bill and Joe spoke at the same time, giving her the same answer.

—-------------------

“Here. It ain’t much cause you totally sprung this on me.” George handed over a bit of folded over card, “But happy birthday, Little Bird.” The front had a doodle of a pigeon type bird wearing a birthday hat and the inside was covered in scribbles from nearly every man in Easy, all wishing her a happy day among other sentimental comments. She read a few but tears formed in her eyes pretty quickly and made them blurry so she was forced to stop.

“Next year we’ll take you drinking.” Luz joked, playfully pushing at her shoulder before noticing the trail of watery tears rolling down her cheeks. 

“Hey, please don't cry on your birthday.” The radioman stepped closer to Bernadette, taking her in his arms and pulling her close. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, soothing the birthday girl. 

“I’m sorry…. I just- I miss my folks a-and��I….” Birdie sobbed, trying her hardest to breathe at a normal tempo, “Luz you're like family to me. I love you.” 

“Well now you're gonna make me cry, you sap.” He chuckled at the emotional girl curled up in his arms, “I love you too.”

A/N: I just couldn’t stop picturing George taking the card and pen round to every guy in Easy and forcing them to write something for Birdie!

Also the next real chapter might take longer than usual, love y'all x

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter twenty one

[tartigglez]

"goodnight, dear"

zhongli x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: i forgot to get one then celeste reminded me and i was like "aaaaaaaaaa"

summary: you're exhausted. luckily, only comfort awaits you as you come home.

tags: zhongli is very soft and its adorable yet odd, reader is tired to the point of almost collapsing (uh oh), lot of physical touch/petnames

tw/cw: mentions of fainting, light mention of insomnia but its not really specified idk (lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: i have written too much and the fic hasn't even started yet. anyslays just had a bath just drank tea feeling soft time for writing. also this is lightly based on the lyrics of "goodnight, dear" by youngk bc yes

opening the front door of your home with a click was always a satisfying feeling, but especially today. the sheer amount of work and deadlines on your back at the moment would be enough to send anyone spiralling, so can you really be blamed for the aching in your bones, your dizzy head, or your eyes' constant will to close? there is nothing more on your mind than slipping under the covers of your bed and shutting your eyes until the weariness fades away...

entering the hallway, and shutting the front door behind you, you are immediately greeted by the scent of bamboo shoot soup wafting at you from the kitchen, an immediate giveaway of your lovers presence.

after a moment, you hear a lid being placed on a pot, and footsteps approaching you.

"my love? are you well?"

the soft baritone of zhongli's voice was exactly what you needed to hear right now. he placed a hand upon your cheek, and a gentle kiss on your forehead, before helping you remove your jacket, slowly sliding it off your shoulders. after hanging it on the rack he turned you to face him, and you could not evade the worried look on his face.

"did something happen? are you sick? you must rest now."

"'m fine, li', just-" you paused, trying to think of a word, trying to ignore the fact that the room was spinning, and trying to ignore the fact that your legs feel weak beneath you. "tired, is all".

in announcing this, you felt your legs begin to give out, luckily your beloved archon was there to catch you, wrapping one arm around your waist, picking you up effortlessly and carrying you to your shared room.

he placed you down gently on the bed, which was unbelievably comfortable, especially now, in your state of weakness. the sheets were made by the most skilled textile workers in all of liyue, the nation your lover prided himself on.

"darling, who worked you to this point? is there someone who must be taught a lesson? perhaps a few flying rocks would do the trick?"

you let out a weak laugh at his words

"no, it is mostly my problem for taking such a workload on, please don't worry about me."

"you're lucky i love you, or else i would not hesitate. i am still held under the impression that many problems can be solved by flying rocks"

you smile lightly, and whilst trying to form an adequate response to your lovers attempt at comedy, your train of thought is interrupted by a brief removal of the hair from your eyes, and a gentle kiss pressed to your lips.

"wait here my dear"

placing another gentle peck upon your lips, your beloved leaves the room, presumably in order to ensure his soup hasn't bubbled over the entire kitchen by this point.

he returns, much to your surprise, in his half dragon form. his hair has been removed from its usual ponytail, and now flows down his bare back. the horns on the top of his head glow with gold in the dim light of the sunset coming through the bedroom window, and his tail presents itself in its own glory, gracefully moving behind the ex-archon.

"i figured you may feel more comfortable if i am in this state. may i lay beside you?"

it was hardly the first time you had seen zhongli look like this, but it never ceased to amaze you. for someone who did not care about others perception of him whatsoever, he truly always managed to look ethereal.

you nodded your head to indicate for him to lay down next to you which he did immediately. although he disguised it as wanting you to "feel more comfortable", the true reason that he presented himself in this form was because he felt he would be able to take better care of you like this, to further protect you from any threats of the outside world.

he manoeuvred himself next to you, so that he was facing you as you lay on your side. he pulled you closer to him before rolling onto his back and pulling you onto his chest, so that your head was buried in his neck, breathing in his scent of slightly burnt caramel and vanilla. his strong arms wrapped themselves around your form, as did his tail.

"my dear"

"mm"

"you must promise to never let yourself get to this state again."

"mhm"

"now." he brought his pinky finger to yours and wrapped it around it, which was something he had seen the mortals of liyue do whilst making a promise.

you couldn't help but laugh at his blissful unawareness, and tightened your pinky around his.

"promise"

"good."

you can hear his heart beating, and his light breathing threatens to lull you into a slumber incomparable to any other.

"li'?"

"yes my dear? is everything alright? do you need anything?"

"can i touch your hair?"

this struck the archon as quite the puzzling request. why on earth would you want to touch his hair?

"if you so wish, my lily, just be gentle"

you let out a content smile, moving your hand to make contact with his brown locks, and pressing a light kiss on the side of his neck as a sign of your gratitude.

despite how lovely this was, it felt oddly silent to you.

"li'?"

"hm?"

"will you talk me to sleep? i missed you"

"of course dear. shall i tell you the story of the time streetward rambler brought that absurd gift to cloud retainer? perhaps i have already told that one, hm. what about the time i had xiao run an errand to mondstadt and- ah."

already, you had drifted off into a slumber, courtesy of the age old words of your beloved.

he wrapped his tail around you ever so slightly tighter than before, pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and sighed in content at the sight of his exhausted partner getting some sleep at last.

"goodnight, dear"

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

betrayal, bound, break, fear, nightmare, pain, and wound for the not-so-nice asks, please!!! (choose whoever has the most interesting answers for each that you haven't already talked about yet, please!! <3)

~Morri (@memento-morri-writes)

All of these are too good, I want to answer all of them with all of my ocs they would all have great answers... but the post would never end so we'll just do the ones I haven't done yet with Asher and Damain cuz I have brainrot of those boys lately.

not-so-nice oc asks~

betrayal answered here, and break answered here (for Asher and Damian of course)

TW for torture, injuries, mentions of murder and death, and a whole lotta ANGST

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

Asher: A few times, it comes with the territory of being a superhero. None of it was ever too bad though, most of those goons were stupid, and his teammates rescued him pretty quickly, or he escaped himself using his powers to temporarily blind his captors. Got a few scrapes and bruises but that's about it for injuries, no scars. It doesn't even affect him and some of those are funny stories now.

Damian: *evil laughter* He certainly has :D. I posted a few snippets/excerpts of this, check the wip/oc tags for that fun stuff. Long story short, yes, he has. After becoming the masked vigilante/anti-hero riding around killing criminals called Blood Debt, Damian was hired by the Snow Queen. After the heroes discovered his identity by accident after injuring him, Damian started working as a double agent for them, and trying to figure out what the Snow Queen was really up to and what she was hiding (because she trusted him as a hired assassin at this point). BUT THEN. His cover got blown :DDD, and one of the villains, Boss Lady, tortured him on a live stream to the heroes. I won't go into details but there was broken bones, waterboarding, and some blood. After that a very worried and freaking out Asher and the heroes scoured the villain hideouts in the city. Chase worked some computer/coding magic, and found the one Damian was in with some footage that he did not let Asher see. Bryson went with them with his medical bag, they had to treat some injuries on site (some of which were painful to teat :D) and then Asher carried him out of there and the laid him down in the med bay back at their base. Damian did get some scars out of it, mainly a big one on his forehead where a huge gash was. Mental scars too of course, he was pretty shaken up by the experience and didn't leave the hero base for a bit. He was also very worried about Asher and what the villains might do to him now that they'd rescued him.

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

Asher: I mean... he's very worried about his friends and boyfriend getting hurt (especially after Damain's captured by the villains experience). When confronted with it, he stops pulling his punches in fights and is openly shaking and crying. Asher isn't one to hide his emotions, he's very open with them. He's always worried about his friends and is constantly checking in on them and that they're taking care of themselves.

Damian: Getting hurt or killed himself? No big deal, doesn't bother him. His boyfriend Asher getting hurt much less killed? TERRIFYING. He literally became a masked, criminal killing vigilante just to protect his boyfriend and exact revenge on the ones that hurt Asher. He does not handle it well and will start killing while trying to hide his emotions.

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

Asher: Not usually, it's very rare for him to get nightmares. After seeing that live stream and while Damian was captured, he couldn't sleep and the others had to threaten not to tell him anything or let him come on the rescue mission if he didn't at least try to sleep. For those couple of nights he did have nightmares about the rescue being too late or Damian being killed in front of him by the villains. He didn't deal with it very well and was pretty shaken up and more aggressive with the villains' goons during the rescue.

Damian: He doesn't usually dream at all when he sleeps (even then he only vaguely remembers and it's usually super weird ones). The closest he's had to nightmares was while he was captured he was dehydrated and sleep deprived so he started having hallucinations of Asher coming to save him only for it to turn out to be not real or of the villains hurting Asher instead of him. No one knows about them and no one ever will.

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

Asher: for physical pain, the worst he's gotten was getting shot in the leg. It was pretty bad and he had to drag himself to Damian's house to get patched up because Bryson was out from pushing himself to hard and passing out (before Damian became the vigilante). He was smiling and joking through it as best he could though. Emotional... well the whole Damian being captured by the villains thing :D. He has ok pain tolerance, but is the only person on the team that can smile and joke through it.

Damian: All of his injuries from being captured by the villains. He had lots of broken bones and was beaten up pretty badly. Becoming the vigilante gave him a pretty high pain tolerance, especially because he didn't have any powers and usually had to patch himself up so Asher and the hero team wouldn't find out. He's gotten shot or stabbed before by being Blood Debt and handled it just fine- but imprisonment by the villains and getting beat up was the worst shape he's ever been in, and it definitely broke his threshold for pain tolerance.

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

Asher: He asks for and accepts help easily from others- he prides himself on being Bryson's easiest patient XD. He's very open with his emotions and wounds, and is the person on the team to report injuries first. The worst wound was the one time he got shot in the leg and Bryson was passed out, he had to get Damian to patch him up for that one. When he does get emotional wounds, he recovers pretty quickly because he's a very positive and optimistic person.

Damian: Doesn't handle being wounded well, he will do everything he can to hide it and treat it on his own. He's almost as bad a patient for Bryson as Chase is (Chase is self descructive, hides wounds, and also goes through a six pack of energy drinks every night). He pushes himself through the pain which often leads to prolonging the healing process or making the wound worse again. Worst wounds were... well... see the above :). When he does get emotional wounds he hides it, but it doesn't last long because Asher's gotten too good at reading him and when he's hiding an injury.

Thank you @memento-morri-writes !

[smokeandfairytales]

Information

So, as the description says, this is where I'll be posting random musings about the world of Descendants without the Disney glamour (a bit will sometimes slip in, but for the most part this is intended to be a bit grittier).

I'll mostly be focusing on the Isle of the Lost, especially the original four VKs.

Some general things to keep in mind:

I will be hinting at/outright bringing up themes of child abuse and other potential triggers. I'll do my best to apply the appropriate trigger warnings, but I'm not 100% fluent in the Tumblr tag system. If I miss one or if there's a more well-recognised tag (e.g. "tw abuse" instead of just "abuse") let me know and I'll edit the post as necessary.

All of the posts on this blog are pure speculation/random musings, nothing I post here will be 100% canon-accurate.

I haven't read the books or watched the animated series, all of this is based on the three movies.

On that note, if you recognise a character that showed up in the books or animated series that DID NOT make an appearance in the movies, then their characterisation might be a bit off (I will do my best to keep them as in-character as possible, but some things might slip).

There's also a chance I'll be making my own VK or AK characters for the sake of worldbuilding. If you see an OC with parents who have been shown to have kids in some variation of Descendants media then just know I'm not trying to replace canon characters. I probably just haven't realised that a character already exists.

It's pretty rare that I write for OCs anyway, but I might if I think it'll help cover aspects that the movies didn't really delve into.

I might take requests, so feel free to drop asks but do keep in mind:

I do not intend to bash any of the pre-existing VKs or AKs. Some of these musings will be trying to look into the thought-process behind some actions, so some characters might come off looking worse as a result. But that is NOT done with the intention of bashing, so if you think you've found a fellow hater of [insert character name here] you're probably wrong.

I might occasionally do AU pieces, but that's not the main purpose of this blog so don't expect them too often.

As I said, most of the posts will be focusing on the Isle of the Lost and/or the original four VKs. I will consider requests about other characters, but I'm more likely to think about concepts revolving around those four.

I might write a few ship pieces, but that's not the main focus of the blog so don't expect them too often.

Side note to the above, I WILL NOT be writing x reader at all.

I might add a few things to this post in the future, but I think that just about covers it.

[organic-origins]

welcome - intro post

im nat. this is where i'll post about my art and ocs. i've been on tumblr for years now, but the new side blog is a result of the great meta ai dumpster fire.

i focus mainly on black and white art, however i will also post colored things. i have a wide variety of interests, but i'm bad at color theory, so i just embrace the black and white :p

my art, ocs, and stories will usually revolve around sci-fi and low horror. there will be some classic fantasy and dnd-esk stuff thrown in there, too. i'm a huge fan of the uncanny valley, specifically with embracing and loving and enjoying it. uncanny but kind :]

i'm currently studying english and biological anthropology in university right now. i enjoy learning about analytical thinking and how our minds evolved! i am also trying to dabble more in philosophy, although i am a little intimidated to get into the more modern things.

i love dnd and dnd things! i also enjoy hiking, caving, camping, bone hunting, antiquing, and talking to my buddies. i collect typewriters, labradorite, and old books.

i play bg3 and skyrim a ton ;]

my dms and asks are ALWAYS open. PLEASE tell me about your ocs :] i love hearing about them. just open a dm with me and start info dumping i will eat it up.

content warnings

i utilize small, repetitive shapes often and enjoy messy, cluttered layouts/compositions that are meant to confuse or disorient someone. Many of my illustrations will include bones and organs in a medical or educational context, and themes of depersonalization, disassociation, and unreality may pop up. These will all be tagged to my best ability. A list of the tags I use are below. I will use general tw/cw tags, as well as ones specific to my blog, just so that those who want to cover all their bases may do so.

not all of my work will include these things, i also will post a ton of stupid little oc doodles.

tags

#nat rambles - general writing posts about oc, lore, and world building

#nat art - general art posts. may not be oc related

#nat chat - posts that i rb and add onto

#nat answers - asks that i answer

#nat rb - posts that i reblog with no added content

#nat ocs - general oc posts. art and writing.

#nat ocs: org - art and writing posts specific to my cast for Organics

#nat ocs: hyk - art and writing posts specific to my cast for Hykanall and Her Company of Hands

#nat ocs: nspah - art and writing posts specific to my cast for No Such Place as Hell

#nat ocs: other - art and writing posts for casts not mentioned above

#nat tw: trypophobia - work that may upset those with trypophobia

#nat tw: body horror- work that may be considered body horror

#nat tw: eye strain - work that may cause eye strain

#nat tw: emotional strain - work that is centered around derealization, depersonalization, unreality, or has similar themes

#nat tw: general - encompasses all work that may need a tw

DNI/BYF

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Toxic to Healthy Relationships Legacy Challenge

Created by Sheenique B

I be loving all these legacy challenges, and I played a lot and I have always wanted to create my own based on toxic upbringings and working to break generational traumas in the SIMS WOOHOO! This is going to be a crazy crazy storyline for you and your sims so get ready for the ride, because there is going to be A LOT of ups and downs in this one.

 I love drama but not in my life its very exhausting LOL, but the sims let get it!

This is inspired by my own life I grew up in a pretty toxic environment, but I also had friends who went through similar, and I manage to make it our alive so let’s see if your sims can. Through the trials and tribulations of the sim’s life will your sims continue to be toxic or break the pattern? I am going to conclude some mods in this challenge but to be honest it’s up to you if you want to include them.

Tw: This challenge will cover topics of drug & alcohol abuse, Teen pregnancy, cheating, neglected childhood, mental health issues, adoption, runaway.

You can play with just base game, or you can play with packs.

RULES

You must complete each goal for each generation to move on to the next, now here is the twist I will put two paths for you to choose from. Will you continue the path of trauma or will you continue the path to a healthy new beginning.

Cheats are absolutely allowed omg why not because they’re the best! Use freerealestate to start off and the starting funds is going to be $3000 Simoleons.

Lifespan can be normal or long.

You take sims into cas.fulleditmode add some cool traits in here. I’m having the sim start off with adhd which the main household before Gen 1. I am also using plumlace baby drama mod to have the baby mama trait. Also, chingyu traits and chingyu traits rewards.

If you play this challenge tag me on twitter with a link to your YouTube and #toxictohealthy

Gen 1: Mom’s a Drunk and Dad’s an Addict, GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!

Traits: Baby Mama, Hot Headed, Romantic (get extra trait slot)

Aspiration: Super Parent

Start off as a teen, make their parents, and start off in any world you would like. The mom should have the traits, (adhd or any trait you like this is just mine I chose), hot headed, and clubber trait. (aspiration party animal) The father should have the traits, party animal, lazy, and foodie. (aspiration psychonaunt from basemental mods and you do not have to complete the parents’ aspirations).

Your mom was a teen mom and went from home to home through adoption growing up, she met your dad in high school, and he was always dark in nature. Before you know it, she pregnant with you and decides to runaway to a shelter until she gets housing and lets your dad live with her. Your dad becomes addicted to drugs and sits at home and does coke all day or weed, he drinks and eats out the fridge all the time so there is barely food in the fridge. You mom has always been partying going out with friends and coming home drunk, and sometimes you must help her to bed. Your parents are always arguing and sometimes it gets physical and bad (you can use extreme violence mod or not up to you). Your parents receive social assistance to pay the bills in the house, one day your dad takes too much coke and has an overdose, your mom is depressed and stays out for days so one day you take the opportunity to leave once you graduate.

Healthy path: you try your hardest to become an A+ student in high school so you can go to uni and get a degree, you have a boyfriend and get pregnant young but he not there because he a serial cheater, so you must rely on child support and/or a part time job. You end up moving on campus so that you can get out of your parent’s hell hole and raise you kid there, you make supportive friends who help you on the way who allow you to send your kid every other weekend, so you get a break (little ms sam spend the weekend mod). You graduate uni and start working in your desired career, and you don’t care because you just want the be the best parent to yourself and your kid. You meet a coworker, and you guys fall in love and get married and have one more kid, he the best man, father, and stepfather to your kids.

Get A’s in high school till you graduate, you can graduate early or wait.

Have a Boyfriend

Get pregnant.

Become a single mother since boyfriend is not around.

Get a part time job or rely on child support.

Take a specialized degree in any field you want.

Make friends in uni or one best friend from high school so that your kid can go there alternate weekends.

Graduate Uni and get a job.

Buy your first house.

Meet the love of your life & get married.

Have one more kid.

Toxic Path: You party hard during your high school years and get in with the wrong crowd, you start getting into drugs and sleeping around. Your parents don’t really care so there’s no need to sneak around, you fail terribly in school, you don’t plan on going to uni anyway, so you just get a part time job and live your life freely just paycheck to paycheck. You go to a party one Friday night and get so drunk and high that you wake up in the middle of a park, you stumble all the way home, and you make yourself something to eat. Next thing you know your throwing up in the bathroom and you take a test and find out your pregnant. You decide to keep it and you have no idea who your child’s father is, and you don’t plan on stressing to find out. You continue to work your dead-end part-time job just to provide for you and your kid, you’re a good mom till your kid reaches young adult hood and you kick them out. You’re in your 30’s and you want to live your life; you meet a decent guy who also has a part time job, and you guys get married and don’t have anymore kids or do you so you can get baby bonus (money from the government each time you have a child).

Gen 2: Mom was a party animal and raised me to survive on my own but not entirely, she kicks me on my 20th birthday.

Traits: Ambitious, romantic, loyal, Self Assured

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

 Luckily, I had a part time job, so I was able to save and get an apartment on my own but I’m still struggling to make ends meet. You decide to go on birth control so you don’t get pregnant, and you decide to get a job so you can make more money and be more stable than your mom. You try a dating app, to see if you can find someone who is worth being with and you end up meeting two guys. You love them both, but you find out that one of them is not ready to settle down, you end up getting pregnant for the guy that doesn’t want to settle down. The other guy still wants you and he doesn’t care if your pregnant for someone else, he just always wanted his own family whatever that looks likes. Do you be with him or chase after the guy that doesn’t want you? You raise your kid, and you make sure you support them financially even when they get older, so they really will be good on their own. You save for them so that they have their choice to go to uni or just be stable. You always be there for them, but it takes you awhile to learn that you end up having another kid for your boyfriend because he such a great father and then he asks you to marry him. Will you marry him?

Healthy path: Make sure you have a part time job so that when your mom kicks you out, you’re not on the street (freerealestate cheat). Get your first cheap apartment while still working your part time job, you decide to go on birth control because you want to be responsible and have a kid when you’re ready. Life doesn’t turn out as planned sometimes, you get a regular job because your tired of struggling but you just work a lot. You reach to a good level where your making good money and now you start dating. You meet two cuties, and you get pregnant for one but the one you get pregnant for doesn’t want you, the other one does, and he wants you, but do you want him?  You chose the one who loves you and you guys live a very comfortable life. He helps you raise your kid and then you have another kid for him, you both put money away for your kids, so they have a future. You reach the top level of your career and your fulfilled.

-Get a part time job

-Get a cheap apartment

-Start birth control

-Get a regular job that pays good

- Start dating and fall in love with two guys

- Get pregnant for one of them but he a player

-Date the other option you have

-get married

­- buy your first house with your hubby.

-Have one more kid

-Save money for your kids

-Reach the top of your career and live comfortably with your partner

Toxic Path:  Make sure you have a part time job so that when your mom kicks you out, you’re not on the street (freerealestate cheat). Get your first cheap apartment while still working your part time job, you decide to go on birth control because you want to be responsible and have a kid when you’re ready. Life doesn’t turn out as planned sometimes, you get a regular job because your tired of struggling but you just work a lot. You reach to a good level where your making good money and now you start dating. You meet two cuties, and you get pregnant for one but the one you get pregnant for doesn’t want you, the other one does, and he wants you, but do you want him?  You chose the one who doesn’t love you and you guys move into together because you wouldn’t stop chasing him. He is never home and sometimes you find other panties that are not yours, so he forever cheating. He works but doesn’t help with the kids or the bills, you get pregnant for him again. He cheats AGAIN and get’s another girl pregnant leaves you, gets married to the other girl, kicks you out of your own house so now you move far away with your two kids by yourself, your traumatized so you choose not to marry again and die alone.

-Get a part time job

-Get a cheap apartment

-Start birth control

-Get a regular job

Start dating and fall in love with two guys.

-Get pregnant for the toxic one

-Chase the toxic one until he moves in with you

-Get pregnant again

-Don’t get married (because he doesn’t want to marry you)

-You pay all the bills

- he cheats and gets another girl pregnant

-He gets married to the other woman and kicks you out

- you leave with your kids to another sim world

-Choose not to marry again and die alone

Gen 3: My Mom is alone and I probably going to die alone, so where does that leave me?

Traits: Sugar baby trait (plumlace), High maintenance, materialistic

Aspiration: Mansion Baron

I’m just going to get a sugar daddy so I’m technically not along. I don’t have to struggle with money and I’m not alone, but I also have my space. I’ll adopt when I’m in my young adult year because I have a sugar daddy and he will provide for me and my adopted child, you think I care. Guys are not going to play me I’m going to play them; I’m going to show my kid how to get that shmoneyyyy and not worried d about getting her heart broken because love doe does not exist it’s shitty anyway. Loving myself and putting yourself first is what matters the most. I don’t want to get married, and I don’t want to be with anyone but myself, I just don’t want to get hurt or my kid so I’m going to show them the way. Until one of my high school friends hits me up and admits he like me for the whole high school years we been together, and now he is telling me he wants to be with me. He rich though, but I could be rich on my own or can I have a sugar daddy and whatever me and this high school guy end up being.

Healthy Path: I’m going use my body for the time being to survive, and I’m going to get a sugar daddy when I finish high school.  I’m going to move out and live rich and I’m going to have just 1 kid when I turn into my 20’s, I am going to give them the best life ever. I’m going to show them how to get money and not struggle in this world. An old friend hits me up and says he wants me I’m going to try but I’m not making any promises, oh shucks I ended up falling in love and now were getting married and have two more kids. GOODBYE SUGAR DADDY!

-Finish high school and move out when you’re a teen.

-Get a sugar daddy

-live a nice house or apartment off the money you get from being a sugar baby

-Keep in touch with friends from high school

-Adopt a kid when you’re a young adult

-Raise them and spoil with the nicest things

-Show them how to get money as a teen the way you get money

-get in touch with a high school old friend

-date him or not

-stay committed with high school long time friend

-Get Married

-Have two more kids

- ditch sugar daddy

Toxic Path: Yeah fuck this shit called love I’m going to stay getting my money and I don’t care about anyone else I’m just going to keep it short and sweet. Raise my kid, have my house, and she going to have everything I just don’t care what she does I just want to be good and have a nice house and have money.

-stay with sugar daddy

-have a big house or an apartment

-don’t date anyone

-have one kid and raise her to be like you

-when she turns a teen, she can decide what she wants to do, and you will just give her the money

-You don’t care what she does with her life it’s up to her

-stay alone, happy, and rich

Gen 4: Um I get what I want and do whatever I want, so I’m going to write a book on my crazy generational family. Thank God I came out rich and beautiful and the most successful. My mom will give me money anyway and I give no fucks, so I just focus on me, and she focuses on her. I wonder who my parents are but then again, I don’t care. My mom tells me she has some old man providing her money so even if she didn’t give me that I will get my own.

Traits: Snob, Creative, perfectionist

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Healthy Path: Write a book and named each one after the generations before you are including yours. Finish high school and you can choose to advance for career in uni or work up to the top level. You don’t really care about having kids, so you wait till you’re an adult to create a science baby with anyone.

Finish high school.

Get a job.

Live with your mom until you sell your first book.

Move out and work in the author career.

Become an adult and have a science baby.

Get married when you’re an elder

Toxic Path:

-finish high school

- moms pays uni to accept you lets see if you will get in

-sleep with your mom’s sugar daddy and get pregnant as a young adult

-leave and don’t ever let your mom find out that her grandchild is her sugar daddy kid

-work in the author career

- name at least one book about you sleeping with your mom’s sugar daddy anonymous

-your mom finds out and now you both despise each other

-your mom cuts you off from financial support

-raise your kid until she becomes a teen

-get into a relationship

-stay in a relationship till elder

-get married as an elder

Gen 5: My mom’s a hoe so I’m going to ruin people’s relationships too!

Traits: flirty, nosy, noncommittal

Aspirations: Villain Valentine

Healthy path: I’m a hoe till I fall in love with the one that wants to wife me, and the worst part is I get pregnant with twins soooo I got to stay with him. He early in his career but who cares he takes care of me and the kids. I make enough money to support us on my own until he reaches up there and he a hard worker. But I won’t be having more kids because twins are a lot. Turns out on our anniversary we have a freaky deaky night and I’m pregnant with another set of twins I now hop on birth control, but we got this.

-play with people’s hearts and relationships

- get pregnant for one of your victims with twins

-move in together and support till your partner reaches level 10 in the career

- have more kids unexpectedly (twins)

- start birth control

-live a loyal life to your victim hubby LOL

Toxic Path: I just love woohooing and I don’t care who gets hurt as long as it’s not me LOL but then I get pregnant and I’m just like whyyyy. I keep woohooing until I gave birth and I keep woohooing and I end up pregnant again. I don’t remember my mom having twins in the blood line but suddenly, I have 6 sets of twins and I am not with any of their fathers.

-Play with people’s relationships

-have 6 sets of twins with different suitors

- struggle to raise 6 kids on your own because no one wants to be with you

-until you meet tom peeping and he weirdly obsessed with you, but you don’t care

-marry tom peeping LOL

Gen 6: Do I settle or do I end this stupid toxicity and marry my boss. I just want to be the smartest in the room.

Traits: paranoid, ambitious, proper

Aspirations: computer whiz

Healthy Path: I just want to be stable so I’m going to make sure I’m good before I do anything stupid like have a baby. I’m not leaving my home till I can get a job and then I’m going to marry my boss he older and he stable. Were going to have a kid and I can forget about this weird toxic life my mom has. I’m weird to scared of the dating world and there is so much stds out there like I’m tryna be smart here.

-don’t move out till young adult

-join the tech career

-get close with your boss

- sleep with your boss till you reach the top of your career

-marry your boss

-get pregnant

-only Have one child

-be close with one of your siblings

Toxic path:  I just want to woohoo my way to my top I won’t get caught and he got my back. Then his partner finds out and then I find out am pregnant, and I get fired and now I’m like what I’m going to do. I move worlds and change my identity; get another job and I don’t talk to my family because I’m so embarrassed I thought I was smart am not. I hate looking at my kid sometimes like why she is here. I don’t plan on telling her because I just want to hate her not them hating me. I’m too drunk to care anyway.

-move out as a teen

-join tech career

-get close with your boss

-sleep with your boss even if they’re in a connection

-Get pregnant

-get fired because your boss partner found out and is going to black mail him if he doesn’t leave you

- start a new career and move

-raise your kid

- become estranged from your family because your embarrassed

-change your name, your looks, everything

-adopt a new aspiration of your choice

-and adapt to that lifestyle and stay drinking away your mistakes and past

Gen 7: I’m addicted to drinking and my mom just doesn’t really talk to me, and she can’t even look at me sometimes. It’s like she hates me or something or doesn’t want me but just does the bare minimum to raise me. One-night I’m now in high school, she get’s drunk and tells me that she slept with her boss and had me and got fired. Wait so I do have a father? I want to find him or should I what if he can’t talk to me.

Traits: Clubber, Cringe, Nosy

Aspirations: Beach Life

Healthy Path: I will find my father, but I got to get my mom drunk first I’m going to do this as a teen. I’m going to move out as a young adult to the warm world of beaches after I find out who my father is. I deserve to be happy not be in a situation where I’m not wanted. My mom abandoned her family so I’m going to abandon her because that’s her karma.

-find out who your father is by getting your mom drunk and talking to her while watching a movie

-contact your father and meet somewhere and see if he wants relationship with you

-move to the beach world and start a new life

-keep in contact with your dad

- have a boyfriend

- adopt a teen

-see if you see yourself getting committed after having a kid in your life

-bond with your kid over the beach life

-get married to your boyfriend

-work part time because you don’t really care to work you just got inheritance from your father anyway

Toxic Path: I’m just going to drink just like my mom because what she just old me broke my heart I’m just going to become dark, and my style embodies that. My parents both didn’t want me, and I honestly want to pop up at my dad’s house so I can ruin everything over there in his life. Whether that means killing that bitch of a girl he has.

-become addicted to alcohol

-find your father

-kill his wife/ girlfriend

-kill your mom

-leave your moms house and change your name and start a new life

-never give up drinking

-adopt a teen for someone to talk too

-die of alcohol poisoning once your kid becomes a young adult

Gen 8: I just want to be dark, a good person, and alone I just want to have friends and if a kid comes cool maybe I’ll adopt because I was adopted. I honestly want to be goth but a good person not wicked. One day I find out after my mom dies that she killed her mom and her dad’s girl, that’s crazy and I’m so lucky I wasn’t next. I just want to be away from everyone where no one knows I even lived with her. I’m thinking Moon wood Mill 😉.

Traits: Generous, outgoing, good

Aspirations: Leader of the Pack

Healthy Path: I make friends where I live and some people don’t look like humans, but they have a human heart, and I think that’s beautiful. I struggle with my past sometimes, but my friends know my story and their always there for me, especially when I adopted my first kid, I was so happy, and I think I want more honestly. But I just want my friends and my family idk about having a partner because it’s not important to me.

-move to moonwood hill after your mother’s death

-change everything about you

-get a basic job

-make friends and make them become your family have a club to do things together

-adopt a child or two

-have the strongest friend circle and little family

-celebrate every holiday or the ones you want with your friends and kids

-let a friend move in with you when they lose their house

-grow old together

Toxic Path: I only want to make friends so I can know their secrets and use it against them. I adopt a kid or two I treat them better than I ever was but I’m not a role model, just look at my foster parent that’s fucked. So, I’m going to show them what I want and hopefully I get my friends to do what I want by blackmailing them.

-fuck all your friends over

-get your friends to do whatever they want for you

-live in moonwood mill

-adopt two kids raise them as best you can

-live a carefree life manipulating people around you

-you meet a guy who a criminal and loves you so u can be his partner in crime

-you join the criminal career

-and make money illegally but then you get caught and spend a year in jail

- by the time you get out your kids are grown

-they move in with a friend because they never liked your boyfriend

-Karmas a bitch isn’t it

- you die with your criminal boyfriend in a fire

Gen 9: I live with my sibling, and we just work and support each other, and we just try a best because we can only rely on each other. Our mother was crazy and a wicked friend luckily, we move in with one of the friend’s who she betrayed, and they took us in and now were good. I’m going to uni and my sibling just wants to work and help our new parent, which is fine, but I want more out of life.

-complete uni

-be close with your sibling

-live at home till your graduate

-move with your sibling and start a life together

-work and have kids and raise them together even have both of your boyfriends move in, you guys just want a close family.

-you all grow old together and you kids never leave the nest

Toxic Path: My sibling slept with my man while we were living together, she got pregnant for him and ran off wtf. Now I’m stuck with her man and both of our kids, her man eventually gets far in the career to support him, and his kid and they move far out of this town. I’m alone with my kid and I don’t want to get revenge in the way she did. So, word on the block she struggling financially with My EX, so im going to make sure I join the same job as him and become his boss and get him fired so that they end up on their streets. Best know im not leaving this town till I do. My kid is going to have to wait even though she misses her cousin and were planning to move where they move so they can be close again. She goes there every other weekend whenever they can take her. We have become great friends me and her cousin’s father but nothing more. That’s respect.

-get cheated on by your man

- become enemies with your sibling

-join the same career as your ex and become his boss and fire him

-get rich and move closer to your brother-in-law become a close-knit family again

-your sibling dies, and you don’t go to the funeral

-you get sick, and you give all your money to your kid

-You move her with her cousin because you know your dying and that’s okay because you got justice for you and your fam

-You die asleep

Gen 10: I miss my mom she my hero and I love my uncle and cousin so much. But there’s nothing like being with your mom. I pass by the house sometimes to mourn her I make it a tradition. I just want to end my life knowing I am a great mother like her, she left me all her money am basically rich. I just want to do good in this world but first I just want to be a stay-at-home parent to three of my own kids. I try to be as happy as I can but honestly it just sucks sometimes, I feel like ending my life too.

Traits: gloomy, generous, romantic

Aspirations: Big Happy Family

Healthy Relationship: I make it a tradition every season to mourn my mom and pass by her house to celebrate who she was. It is my motivation to be a great parent to my kids because I always have her spirit with me which keeps me going. I do cry myself to sleep sometimes and I do feel gloomy because she died alone, and she didn’t want me to see it. But maybe that’s her own demons she had to deal with. I will raise my kids as much as I can and tell them about their grandmother in hopes they see me as their hero.

-make it a holiday that you go see your mom old house (you can keep her tombstone on the lot and just to mourn or you don’t have too.)

- You have three kids with your partner, but you end up separating when their teenagers

-your happy with the divorce so you just co parent

-you adopt three more kids because it feels a bit lonely sometimes

-you make sure all the money you have is spilt between all of them and that their always safe and secure.

-Retire from your job

- Have one kid live with you and you help them raise your grandkids until your time has passed

Toxic Path: Wow this is going to be short! After you have three kids with your partner you just can’t get over the fact your mom died. So, you end up committing suicide on your daughter’s 16th birthday. Your spirit is sad you left your family but is happy you’re with your mom now.

-make it a tradition to see you rmom and mourn

-have three kids but be so in your own world

- make a lot of money in your career

[sheeniqueb1996]

Toxic to Healthy relationship Legacy Challenge

Created by Sheenique B

I be loving all these legacy challenges, and I played a lot and I have always wanted to create my own based on toxic upbringings and working to break generational traumas in the SIMS WOOHOO! This is going to be a crazy crazy storyline for you and your sims so get ready for the ride, because there is going to be A LOT of ups and downs in this one.

 I love drama but not in my life its very exhausting LOL, but the sims let get it!

This is inspired by my own life I grew up in a pretty toxic environment, but I also had friends who went through similar, and I manage to make it our alive so let’s see if your sims can. Through the trials and tribulations of the sim’s life will your sims continue to be toxic or break the pattern? I am going to conclude some mods in this challenge but to be honest it’s up to you if you want to include them.

Tw: This challenge will cover topics of drug & alcohol abuse, Teen pregnancy, cheating, neglected childhood, mental health issues, adoption, runaway.

You can play with just base game, or you can play with packs.

RULES

You must complete each goal for each generation to move on to the next, now here is the twist I will put two paths for you to choose from. Will you continue the path of trauma or will you continue the path to a healthy new beginning.

Cheats are absolutely allowed omg why not because they’re the best! Use freerealestate to start off and the starting funds is going to be $3000 Simoleons.

Lifespan can be normal or long.

You take sims into cas.fulleditmode add some cool traits in here. I’m having the sim start off with adhd which the main household before Gen 1. I am also using plumlace baby drama mod to have the baby mama trait. Also, chingyu traits and chingyu traits rewards.

If you play this challenge tag me on twitter with a link to your YouTube and #toxictohealthy

Gen 1: Mom’s a Drunk and Dad’s an Addict, GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!

Traits: Baby Mama, Hot Headed, Romantic (get extra trait slot)

Aspiration: Super Parent

Start off as a teen, make their parents, and start off in any world you would like. The mom should have the traits, (adhd or any trait you like this is just mine I chose), hot headed, and clubber trait. (aspiration party animal) The father should have the traits, party animal, lazy, and foodie. (aspiration psychonaunt from basemental mods and you do not have to complete the parents’ aspirations).

Your mom was a teen mom and went from home to home through adoption growing up, she met your dad in high school, and he was always dark in nature. Before you know it, she pregnant with you and decides to runaway to a shelter until she gets housing and lets your dad live with her. Your dad becomes addicted to drugs and sits at home and does coke all day or weed, he drinks and eats out the fridge all the time so there is barely food in the fridge. You mom has always been partying going out with friends and coming home drunk, and sometimes you must help her to bed. Your parents are always arguing and sometimes it gets physical and bad (you can use extreme violence mod or not up to you). Your parents receive social assistance to pay the bills in the house, one day your dad takes too much coke and has an overdose, your mom is depressed and stays out for days so one day you take the opportunity to leave once you graduate.

Healthy path: you try your hardest to become an A+ student in high school so you can go to uni and get a degree, you have a boyfriend and get pregnant young but he not there because he a serial cheater, so you must rely on child support and/or a part time job. You end up moving on campus so that you can get out of your parent’s hell hole and raise you kid there, you make supportive friends who help you on the way who allow you to send your kid every other weekend, so you get a break (little ms sam spend the weekend mod). You graduate uni and start working in your desired career, and you don’t care because you just want the be the best parent to yourself and your kid. You meet a coworker, and you guys fall in love and get married and have one more kid, he the best man, father, and stepfather to your kids.

Get A’s in high school till you graduate, you can graduate early or wait.

Have a Boyfriend

Get pregnant.

Become a single mother since boyfriend is not around.

Get a part time job or rely on child support.

Take a specialized degree in any field you want.

Make friends in uni or one best friend from high school so that your kid can go there alternate weekends.

Graduate Uni and get a job.

Buy your first house.

Meet the love of your life & get married.

Have one more kid.

Toxic Path: You party hard during your high school years and get in with the wrong crowd, you start getting into drugs and sleeping around. Your parents don’t really care so there’s no need to sneak around, you fail terribly in school, you don’t plan on going to uni anyway, so you just get a part time job and live your life freely just paycheck to paycheck. You go to a party one Friday night and get so drunk and high that you wake up in the middle of a park, you stumble all the way home, and you make yourself something to eat. Next thing you know your throwing up in the bathroom and you take a test and find out your pregnant. You decide to keep it and you have no idea who your child’s father is, and you don’t plan on stressing to find out. You continue to work your dead-end part-time job just to provide for you and your kid, you’re a good mom till your kid reaches young adult hood and you kick them out. You’re in your 30’s and you want to live your life; you meet a decent guy who also has a part time job, and you guys get married and don’t have anymore kids or do you so you can get baby bonus (money from the government each time you have a child).

Gen 2: Mom was a party animal and raised me to survive on my own but not entirely, she kicks me on my 20th birthday.

Traits: Ambitious, romantic, loyal, Self Assured

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

 Luckily, I had a part time job, so I was able to save and get an apartment on my own but I’m still struggling to make ends meet. You decide to go on birth control so you don’t get pregnant, and you decide to get a job so you can make more money and be more stable than your mom. You try a dating app, to see if you can find someone who is worth being with and you end up meeting two guys. You love them both, but you find out that one of them is not ready to settle down, you end up getting pregnant for the guy that doesn’t want to settle down. The other guy still wants you and he doesn’t care if your pregnant for someone else, he just always wanted his own family whatever that looks likes. Do you be with him or chase after the guy that doesn’t want you? You raise your kid, and you make sure you support them financially even when they get older, so they really will be good on their own. You save for them so that they have their choice to go to uni or just be stable. You always be there for them, but it takes you awhile to learn that you end up having another kid for your boyfriend because he such a great father and then he asks you to marry him. Will you marry him?

Healthy path: Make sure you have a part time job so that when your mom kicks you out, you’re not on the street (freerealestate cheat). Get your first cheap apartment while still working your part time job, you decide to go on birth control because you want to be responsible and have a kid when you’re ready. Life doesn’t turn out as planned sometimes, you get a regular job because your tired of struggling but you just work a lot. You reach to a good level where your making good money and now you start dating. You meet two cuties, and you get pregnant for one but the one you get pregnant for doesn’t want you, the other one does, and he wants you, but do you want him?  You chose the one who loves you and you guys live a very comfortable life. He helps you raise your kid and then you have another kid for him, you both put money away for your kids, so they have a future. You reach the top level of your career and your fulfilled.

-Get a part time job

-Get a cheap apartment

-Start birth control

-Get a regular job that pays good

- Start dating and fall in love with two guys

- Get pregnant for one of them but he a player

-Date the other option you have

-get married

­- buy your first house with your hubby.

-Have one more kid

-Save money for your kids

-Reach the top of your career and live comfortably with your partner

Toxic Path:  Make sure you have a part time job so that when your mom kicks you out, you’re not on the street (freerealestate cheat). Get your first cheap apartment while still working your part time job, you decide to go on birth control because you want to be responsible and have a kid when you’re ready. Life doesn’t turn out as planned sometimes, you get a regular job because your tired of struggling but you just work a lot. You reach to a good level where your making good money and now you start dating. You meet two cuties, and you get pregnant for one but the one you get pregnant for doesn’t want you, the other one does, and he wants you, but do you want him?  You chose the one who doesn’t love you and you guys move into together because you wouldn’t stop chasing him. He is never home and sometimes you find other panties that are not yours, so he forever cheating. He works but doesn’t help with the kids or the bills, you get pregnant for him again. He cheats AGAIN and get’s another girl pregnant leaves you, gets married to the other girl, kicks you out of your own house so now you move far away with your two kids by yourself, your traumatized so you choose not to marry again and die alone.

-Get a part time job

-Get a cheap apartment

-Start birth control

-Get a regular job

Start dating and fall in love with two guys.

-Get pregnant for the toxic one

-Chase the toxic one until he moves in with you

-Get pregnant again

-Don’t get married (because he doesn’t want to marry you)

-You pay all the bills

- he cheats and gets another girl pregnant

-He gets married to the other woman and kicks you out

- you leave with your kids to another sim world

-Choose not to marry again and die alone

Gen 3: My Mom is alone and I probably going to die alone, so where does that leave me?

Traits: Sugar baby trait (plumlace), High maintenance, materialistic

Aspiration: Mansion Baron

I’m just going to get a sugar daddy so I’m technically not along. I don’t have to struggle with money and I’m not alone, but I also have my space. I’ll adopt when I’m in my young adult year because I have a sugar daddy and he will provide for me and my adopted child, you think I care. Guys are not going to play me I’m going to play them; I’m going to show my kid how to get that shmoneyyyy and not worried d about getting her heart broken because love doe does not exist it’s shitty anyway. Loving myself and putting yourself first is what matters the most. I don’t want to get married, and I don’t want to be with anyone but myself, I just don’t want to get hurt or my kid so I’m going to show them the way. Until one of my high school friends hits me up and admits he like me for the whole high school years we been together, and now he is telling me he wants to be with me. He rich though, but I could be rich on my own or can I have a sugar daddy and whatever me and this high school guy end up being.

Healthy Path: I’m going use my body for the time being to survive, and I’m going to get a sugar daddy when I finish high school.  I’m going to move out and live rich and I’m going to have just 1 kid when I turn into my 20’s, I am going to give them the best life ever. I’m going to show them how to get money and not struggle in this world. An old friend hits me up and says he wants me I’m going to try but I’m not making any promises, oh shucks I ended up falling in love and now were getting married and have two more kids. GOODBYE SUGAR DADDY!

-Finish high school and move out when you’re a teen.

-Get a sugar daddy

-live a nice house or apartment off the money you get from being a sugar baby

-Keep in touch with friends from high school

-Adopt a kid when you’re a young adult

-Raise them and spoil with the nicest things

-Show them how to get money as a teen the way you get money

-get in touch with a high school old friend

-date him or not

-stay committed with high school long time friend

-Get Married

-Have two more kids

- ditch sugar daddy

Toxic Path: Yeah fuck this shit called love I’m going to stay getting my money and I don’t care about anyone else I’m just going to keep it short and sweet. Raise my kid, have my house, and she going to have everything I just don’t care what she does I just want to be good and have a nice house and have money.

-stay with sugar daddy

-have a big house or an apartment

-don’t date anyone

-have one kid and raise her to be like you

-when she turns a teen, she can decide what she wants to do, and you will just give her the money

-You don’t care what she does with her life it’s up to her

-stay alone, happy, and rich

Gen 4: Um I get what I want and do whatever I want, so I’m going to write a book on my crazy generational family. Thank God I came out rich and beautiful and the most successful. My mom will give me money anyway and I give no fucks, so I just focus on me, and she focuses on her. I wonder who my parents are but then again, I don’t care. My mom tells me she has some old man providing her money so even if she didn’t give me that I will get my own.

Traits: Snob, Creative, perfectionist

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Healthy Path: Write a book and named each one after the generations before you are including yours. Finish high school and you can choose to advance for career in uni or work up to the top level. You don’t really care about having kids, so you wait till you’re an adult to create a science baby with anyone.

Finish high school.

Get a job.

Live with your mom until you sell your first book.

Move out and work in the author career.

Become an adult and have a science baby.

Get married when you’re an elder

Toxic Path:

-finish high school

- moms pays uni to accept you lets see if you will get in

-sleep with your mom’s sugar daddy and get pregnant as a young adult

-leave and don’t ever let your mom find out that her grandchild is her sugar daddy kid

-work in the author career

- name at least one book about you sleeping with your mom’s sugar daddy anonymous

-your mom finds out and now you both despise each other

-your mom cuts you off from financial support

-raise your kid until she becomes a teen

-get into a relationship

-stay in a relationship till elder

-get married as an elder

Gen 5: My mom’s a hoe so I’m going to ruin people’s relationships too!

Traits: flirty, nosy, noncommittal

Aspirations: Villain Valentine

Healthy path: I’m a hoe till I fall in love with the one that wants to wife me, and the worst part is I get pregnant with twins soooo I got to stay with him. He early in his career but who cares he takes care of me and the kids. I make enough money to support us on my own until he reaches up there and he a hard worker. But I won’t be having more kids because twins are a lot. Turns out on our anniversary we have a freaky deaky night and I’m pregnant with another set of twins I now hop on birth control, but we got this.

-play with people’s hearts and relationships

- get pregnant for one of your victims with twins

-move in together and support till your partner reaches level 10 in the career

- have more kids unexpectedly (twins)

- start birth control

-live a loyal life to your victim hubby LOL

Toxic Path: I just love woohooing and I don’t care who gets hurt as long as it’s not me LOL but then I get pregnant and I’m just like whyyyy. I keep woohooing until I gave birth and I keep woohooing and I end up pregnant again. I don’t remember my mom having twins in the blood line but suddenly, I have 6 sets of twins and I am not with any of their fathers.

-Play with people’s relationships

-have 6 sets of twins with different suitors

- struggle to raise 6 kids on your own because no one wants to be with you

-until you meet tom peeping and he weirdly obsessed with you, but you don’t care

-marry tom peeping LOL

Gen 6: Do I settle or do I end this stupid toxicity and marry my boss. I just want to be the smartest in the room.

Traits: paranoid, ambitious, proper

Aspirations: computer whiz

Healthy Path: I just want to be stable so I’m going to make sure I’m good before I do anything stupid like have a baby. I’m not leaving my home till I can get a job and then I’m going to marry my boss he older and he stable. Were going to have a kid and I can forget about this weird toxic life my mom has. I’m weird to scared of the dating world and there is so much stds out there like I’m tryna be smart here.

-don’t move out till young adult

-join the tech career

-get close with your boss

- sleep with your boss till you reach the top of your career

-marry your boss

-get pregnant

-only Have one child

-be close with one of your siblings

Toxic path:  I just want to woohoo my way to my top I won’t get caught and he got my back. Then his partner finds out and then I find out am pregnant, and I get fired and now I’m like what I’m going to do. I move worlds and change my identity; get another job and I don’t talk to my family because I’m so embarrassed I thought I was smart am not. I hate looking at my kid sometimes like why she is here. I don’t plan on telling her because I just want to hate her not them hating me. I’m too drunk to care anyway.

-move out as a teen

-join tech career

-get close with your boss

-sleep with your boss even if they’re in a connection

-Get pregnant

-get fired because your boss partner found out and is going to black mail him if he doesn’t leave you

- start a new career and move

-raise your kid

- become estranged from your family because your embarrassed

-change your name, your looks, everything

-adopt a new aspiration of your choice

-and adapt to that lifestyle and stay drinking away your mistakes and past

Gen 7: I’m addicted to drinking and my mom just doesn’t really talk to me, and she can’t even look at me sometimes. It’s like she hates me or something or doesn’t want me but just does the bare minimum to raise me. One-night I’m now in high school, she get’s drunk and tells me that she slept with her boss and had me and got fired. Wait so I do have a father? I want to find him or should I what if he can’t talk to me.

Traits: Clubber, Cringe, Nosy

Aspirations: Beach Life

Healthy Path: I will find my father, but I got to get my mom drunk first I’m going to do this as a teen. I’m going to move out as a young adult to the warm world of beaches after I find out who my father is. I deserve to be happy not be in a situation where I’m not wanted. My mom abandoned her family so I’m going to abandon her because that’s her karma.

-find out who your father is by getting your mom drunk and talking to her while watching a movie

-contact your father and meet somewhere and see if he wants relationship with you

-move to the beach world and start a new life

-keep in contact with your dad

- have a boyfriend

- adopt a teen

-see if you see yourself getting committed after having a kid in your life

-bond with your kid over the beach life

-get married to your boyfriend

-work part time because you don’t really care to work you just got inheritance from your father anyway

Toxic Path: I’m just going to drink just like my mom because what she just old me broke my heart I’m just going to become dark, and my style embodies that. My parents both didn’t want me, and I honestly want to pop up at my dad’s house so I can ruin everything over there in his life. Whether that means killing that bitch of a girl he has.

-become addicted to alcohol

-find your father

-kill his wife/ girlfriend

-kill your mom

-leave your moms house and change your name and start a new life

-never give up drinking

-adopt a teen for someone to talk too

-die of alcohol poisoning once your kid becomes a young adult

Gen 8: I just want to be dark, a good person, and alone I just want to have friends and if a kid comes cool maybe I’ll adopt because I was adopted. I honestly want to be goth but a good person not wicked. One day I find out after my mom dies that she killed her mom and her dad’s girl, that’s crazy and I’m so lucky I wasn’t next. I just want to be away from everyone where no one knows I even lived with her. I’m thinking Moon wood Mill 😉.

Traits: Generous, outgoing, good

Aspirations: Leader of the Pack

Healthy Path: I make friends where I live and some people don’t look like humans, but they have a human heart, and I think that’s beautiful. I struggle with my past sometimes, but my friends know my story and their always there for me, especially when I adopted my first kid, I was so happy, and I think I want more honestly. But I just want my friends and my family idk about having a partner because it’s not important to me.

-move to moonwood hill after your mother’s death

-change everything about you

-get a basic job

-make friends and make them become your family have a club to do things together

-adopt a child or two

-have the strongest friend circle and little family

-celebrate every holiday or the ones you want with your friends and kids

-let a friend move in with you when they lose their house

-grow old together

Toxic Path: I only want to make friends so I can know their secrets and use it against them. I adopt a kid or two I treat them better than I ever was but I’m not a role model, just look at my foster parent that’s fucked. So, I’m going to show them what I want and hopefully I get my friends to do what I want by blackmailing them.

-fuck all your friends over

-get your friends to do whatever they want for you

-live in moonwood mill

-adopt two kids raise them as best you can

-live a carefree life manipulating people around you

-you meet a guy who a criminal and loves you so u can be his partner in crime

-you join the criminal career

-and make money illegally but then you get caught and spend a year in jail

- by the time you get out your kids are grown

-they move in with a friend because they never liked your boyfriend

-Karmas a bitch isn’t it

- you die with your criminal boyfriend in a fire

Gen 9: I live with my sibling, and we just work and support each other, and we just try a best because we can only rely on each other. Our mother was crazy and a wicked friend luckily, we move in with one of the friend’s who she betrayed, and they took us in and now were good. I’m going to uni and my sibling just wants to work and help our new parent, which is fine, but I want more out of life.

-complete uni

-be close with your sibling

-live at home till your graduate

-move with your sibling and start a life together

-work and have kids and raise them together even have both of your boyfriends move in, you guys just want a close family.

-you all grow old together and you kids never leave the nest

Toxic Path: My sibling slept with my man while we were living together, she got pregnant for him and ran off wtf. Now I’m stuck with her man and both of our kids, her man eventually gets far in the career to support him, and his kid and they move far out of this town. I’m alone with my kid and I don’t want to get revenge in the way she did. So, word on the block she struggling financially with My EX, so im going to make sure I join the same job as him and become his boss and get him fired so that they end up on their streets. Best know im not leaving this town till I do. My kid is going to have to wait even though she misses her cousin and were planning to move where they move so they can be close again. She goes there every other weekend whenever they can take her. We have become great friends me and her cousin’s father but nothing more. That’s respect.

-get cheated on by your man

- become enemies with your sibling

-join the same career as your ex and become his boss and fire him

-get rich and move closer to your brother-in-law become a close-knit family again

-your sibling dies, and you don’t go to the funeral

-you get sick, and you give all your money to your kid

-You move her with her cousin because you know your dying and that’s okay because you got justice for you and your fam

-You die asleep

Gen 10: I miss my mom she my hero and I love my uncle and cousin so much. But there’s nothing like being with your mom. I pass by the house sometimes to mourn her I make it a tradition. I just want to end my life knowing I am a great mother like her, she left me all her money am basically rich. I just want to do good in this world but first I just want to be a stay-at-home parent to three of my own kids. I try to be as happy as I can but honestly it just sucks sometimes, I feel like ending my life too.

Traits: gloomy, generous, romantic

Aspirations: Big Happy Family

Healthy Relationship: I make it a tradition every season to mourn my mom and pass by her house to celebrate who she was. It is my motivation to be a great parent to my kids because I always have her spirit with me which keeps me going. I do cry myself to sleep sometimes and I do feel gloomy because she died alone, and she didn’t want me to see it. But maybe that’s her own demons she had to deal with. I will raise my kids as much as I can and tell them about their grandmother in hopes they see me as their hero.

-make it a holiday that you go see your mom old house (you can keep her tombstone on the lot and just to mourn or you don’t have too.)

- You have three kids with your partner, but you end up separating when their teenagers

-your happy with the divorce so you just co parent

-you adopt three more kids because it feels a bit lonely sometimes

-you make sure all the money you have is spilt between all of them and that their always safe and secure.

-Retire from your job

- Have one kid live with you and you help them raise your grandkids until your time has passed

Toxic Path: Wow this is going to be short! After you have three kids with your partner you just can’t get over the fact your mom died. So, you end up committing suicide on your daughter’s 16th birthday. Your spirit is sad you left your family but is happy you’re with your mom now.

-make it a tradition to see you rmom and mourn

-have three kids but be so in your own world

- make a lot of money in your career

-on one of your kid’s 16th birthdays you commit suicide!

Enjoy this challenge! I know it’s a lot whew I’m tired of typing and I’m ready to try my own challenge now. Love ya!

-Sheenique B