#<- no idea if i should use these or not but whatever

[moonstruckme]

Hello ! I hope you are okay, I have 2 Idea for the new girl/who's that girl au, so i'm sharing it with you ! First idea : she locked herself out of the flat (closed the door and left the key inside, so she is just here waiting for one of the guys to come home and hoppen the door. Second idea : she found a dog (a border collie , yeah it is clearly inspired from something that happened to me x))and she bring the dog home while she try to contact the owner. Or you can put the two idea together and she is locked outside her appartment with a stranger's dog. Thank you for reading my request , have a good day ^^

Thanks for your request angel! I did start to use both of these, but then I had an idea and the second one ended up somewhat altered haha, hope you still like it <3

cw: modern au

roommate!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You’re slurping up the last of your iced latte when the door to your flat opens. 

“Oh.” Remus stops short at the sight of you sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hall. “Hello.” 

“Hi,” you say cheerily, careful not to jostle the pocket of your hoodie too much as you stand. You pat Remus’ shoulder as you go past him. “Thanks.” 

He had clearly been on his way out, but at your entrance he circles back inside the flat. “Have you been out there long?” 

“No.” You dump your empty cup in the trash. Your pastry’s gone cold, but you think it might still be good microwaved. “Just forgot my key, figured one of you had to go in or out eventually.” 

Remus tracks your movements with his eyes, taking another few steps in from the open doorway. “Why didn’t you knock?” 

“Didn’t want to wake anyone.” 

Your flatmate makes a sound you’re becoming familiar with from him, a sigh mixed with a laugh. Bafflement meets amusement meets exasperation. “You don’t need to worry about that. Please don’t, actually. James is out on his run, but I’ve been up for an hour. And whatever he tells you, Sirius doesn’t actually need to sleep until the afternoon.” 

You grin at him as you set your pastry in the microwave. The way the boys tease each other is immensely endearing to you, but you don’t feel familiar enough yet to partake yourself. And you certainly know better than to mess with Sirius’ sleep. 

When the loud beeps from pressing the microwave buttons makes you wince, Remus gives you a wry look. 

You shrug in response. The movement causes the slumbering creature in your hoodie pocket to stir. You cup your hand over it instinctively. 

“What do you have there?” asks Remus. 

“Uh��” You imagine you look very sheepish right about now. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to make us keep it.” 

His eyes narrow. Your pocket wiggles. “Why? What is it?” 

You reach inside the pocket of your hoodie the way a criminal suspect might reach for their weapon at gunpoint; slow, careful, showing you have nothing to hide. What you pull out is gray and striped and so small it nearly fits in the palm of your hand. 

“I found him outside,” you say. “Isn’t he cute? I couldn’t just leave him.” 

You didn’t imagine your flatmates would be thrilled about adding a fifth occupant to your living situation. You figured you’d probably have the best luck with James, but you’ve got your spiel all ready—how you’ll keep him in your room, only temporarily, just until you can find his owner. They have to live in the building, right? He was only just outside. But Remus does something you didn’t anticipate; he melts. 

“Oh,” he breathes, voice softening to a near whisper as he bends to see the tabby kitten currently cupped in your hands. “You found him by himself?” 

“I didn’t see any other cats around,” you say. You stroke your thumb down the kitten’s side. It leans into the touch sleepily. “And he was crying. You should have heard it, it’d break your heart.” 

“I’m sure. Hi, darling,” Remus murmurs, that lilt of his suddenly more prominent than ever as he scratches the kitten’s tiny head. “Hello. Were you making a fuss to get softhearted girls to bring you inside, hm?” 

You find your face warming for reasons you can’t discern. “It was a very convincing ploy.” 

“Mm, I can see that.” Remus pets behind your new friend’s ears, stooped so low he’s nearly at eye level with the tabby. His expression is all soft fondness, eyes warm and the hint of a smile ticking up his mouth. You catch yourself admiring the freckles that smatter across his cheekbones. “Are you sure there weren’t any others like him around?” 

“Not that I saw. Why?” 

“Well, there’s—” 

The microwave goes off. You react like it’s a bomb detonating, the beeping shattering your bubble of quiet and causing you to stiffen your back abruptly. Remus straightens back up, too, chuckling. He sets a pacifying hand on your head, and you relax some. This is his way of conveying affection, you’ve learned; James is incredibly liberal with it, Sirius slips it in through teasing and jibes, and Remus lays his palm atop your head like you’re a cat in need of calming. It makes you feel a bit like you’re glowing when he does it. No wonder you felt so drawn to your homeless little friend. 

You smile at him, sheepish, but you both turn when you hear the loud groan from down the hall. Sirius’ door opens. 

“Could we please stop setting off alarms and whatever the fuck before the bloody sun has come up?” he fumes, trudging down the hall. 

You look out the window, perplexed. The sun is well and high. 

But Sirius has stopped in his tracks. His eyes are fused to the kitten in your hands. “What is that doing here?” 

“I found him outside,” you say, holding him up for Sirius to see. “He’s sweet, don’t worry.” 

Your flatmate takes a step back like the creature might leap at him. “Remus—” 

“I know,” Remus sighs. “I was about to tell her.” 

You frown, bringing the kitten close to your chest. “Tell me what?” 

“That thing is fucking wild.” Sirius glares. 

“No, he isn’t,” you defend him. “He’s super friendly. He loves being pet.” 

“Nope.” Sirius shakes his head. “He comes from a twat mum, who had a bunch of twat spawn, and now they’re infiltrating our flat. It’s a fucking plot, is what it is.” He jabs a finger towards your chest, and the kitten hisses. Sirius reels back. “See?” 

“He does seem like a housecat, but there’s a colony of strays in the alley next to us,” Remus explains more gently. “One of the girls had babies before they could catch her to spay, and they all look a lot like this one.” 

“But…” You look down at the kitten nearly falling asleep again on your chest. “...he’s being so cuddly.” 

“It is strange,” Remus agrees. “Maybe he just really likes you.” 

“Um, hello.” James spreads his arms as he walks inside, sweaty and in his absurdly short running shorts. They make you stifle a laugh every time. “We’re just leaving the door open now? Is this some new attempt at being neighborly?” He, too, pauses once he sees what you have in your hands. “Oh, you’ve found one of Mrs. Norris’ kittens.” 

Sirius shudders, seemingly just at the mention of the name. “She’s brought it inside.” 

“I can see that.” James’ head cocks interestedly as he comes over. “Why?” 

“I didn’t know he had a family,” you explain dejectedly. 

“It’s good that he does, though,” says Remus, touching your elbow kindly, “isn’t it?” 

You sigh. “Yeah.” 

“And now that we know,” Sirius says emphatically, “banish it from whence it came.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. “Weren’t you sleeping?” 

“I was.”

“I can see why you didn’t recognize him as a stray.” James is rubbing underneath the tabby’s chin while it preens. “He hardly seems feral at all.” 

You hum. Taking the kitten from your chest, you hold him out towards Sirius experimentally. He hisses; Sirius scowls back. 

“Seems like it’s just you,” you deduce. 

“It is not.” Sirius crosses his arms. “That thing is evil.” 

James takes the kitten from you. It goes willingly into his arms. “Definitely just you, mate.” 

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere Dr. Lee scenario <3

“My love for you is seeping into my bones like cancer. I’m obsessed with your every waking breath. My chest heaves at the idea of you ever leaving me behind to rot like the corpse of an abandoned animal. But you would never. You’re perfect. You’re the balm that soothes my burns and the morphine for when my body breaks. I hope to one day heal your wounds as deeply as you’ve done mine. I’ll start with slitting open your enemies like I used to do frogs in biology.” What? Your head is fuzzy from reading the first paragraph, but you can’t stop yourself. If you never finish reading then it will haunt you, or even hurt you, if this was to be taken seriously. 

“I want you. I’ve wanted you for myself for years. I let you have your social circle because that’s just the little butterfly you are. I know you know how obsessed I can be with you. If not, then, now you know. I’ve been in love with you for years, and every single time you bat those pretty eyes at other men, I want to kill them. I’m not going to make this hurt. This isn’t truly a punishment. I just couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I’m going to make you feel good, over and over and over until you see that I love you, little butterfly.”

You read the letter over and over again. You feel the shaking taking over as the deranged letter trembles in your hands, and your breath feels stuck in your throat. Whatthe fuck was this? Some sick love confession? And from who?! What did it even mean by punishment? You can’t bring yourself to hold onto the paper anymore, tossing it aside as you grasp at your hair. What do you do? Cops are hardly ever helpful with shit like this. Making a report should help, at least a little but- There’s a creaking sound behind you. Your thoughts pause, and your hairs stand on end. It’s an eerie silence as you hold your breath and feel the foreboding feeling behind you. Do you acknowledge it? Do you turn your head and see what made the noise? Or do you simply run away, get in the car and go? What if it’s just nothing? You shake. Deep breaths only do so much, but they’re better than completely flying off the edge. 

It’s fine. You’re just extra paranoid. This is a fucked up prank at the very least, and a crime waiting to happen at worst. You just need to get your bearings, get something to calm down, and take care of it as soon as possible. 

Turning your head reveals nothing. The same old floor, same kitchen and living room. No menacing boogeyman, no scary burglar, just your home. (Is it truly yours if rent is always there? Well, whatever, you need a way to get comfort. Delusions such as owning a home help!) 

Double checking the house isn’t a bad idea. So, you go, checking the cupboards, the cabinets, the pantry, and of course anything that looked like a grown person could be hiding. There’s still that foreboding feeling, but once you finish checking under your bed, and your closet, there’s nothing left to check.  There’s the ruffling of your blanket as you collapse. Deep breath in, slow exhale, again and again, until you feel your nerves settling.

Maybe this will be over by the time you get up in the morning to make a report. Maybe it’s a fucked up prank. You can’t really bring yourself to think past anything other than that. You tiredly drag your hands down your face, sighing out as your thoughts try to become less jumbled.

Your eyes close, and your mind finally starts to go blank. Everythings going to be ok. You’ll be ok.

Then there’s the pinprick burning in your arm, and a gloved hand over your mouth.

“So sorry, dove. I know, I know. Shh shh shh. You did good! you did so so good. Hide and seek with you is adorable! But...You know, just because I wasn’t in one hiding spot the first time, it doesn’t mean I didn’t move! Ah, but I suppose it doesn’t matter.”

There’s a flicker of light as your eyes struggle to stay open, heavy and weighted as your nails try to dig into the arm holding onto you. It’s no use. Your fight is leaving you fast and so is your consciousness, and while your heart is hammering, it’s slowing down considerably as a few tears leave your drooping eyes.

“Wanted a picture to remember this by. Just relax, my butterfly. Just relax. I’ve given you many shots haven’t I? Never did like when my nurses went to do it. Think those count as flirting? I sure do-”

There’s a pouty, disappointed hum as the intruder watches you fade into unconsciousness. “Damn. Worked quicker than I had hoped. Oh well, I need to get you home quick anyway. If I leave too late, people may notice, and it’s not an easy trail to clean.”

(-Mommabean)

[simspaghetti]

SIMS 3: THE GLOBETROTTER CHALLENGE

Original Sims 4 Challenge here by moonfi - this is just an adaptation for TS3!

I love the idea of the original globetrotter challenge by @moonfi but the original rules are for TS4 and are specifically themed around those worlds, so I decided to make my own version adapted for the TS3 worlds / gameplay, ofc all credit goes to moonfi for the original idea :)

Credit also goes to @florydaax for the store world legacy & @horusmenhosetix for the HIX Completionist Challenge - I took some inspo from both of those to come up with the goals for each location

This is my first attempt at creating a challenge for public release so if anyone has any feedback / suggestions pls lmk

Feel free to tag me or use #TS3Globetrotter if you try this out I'd love to see how your gameplay goes - no obligation to do that though! I'm just curious lol :)

Your sim is an adventurer visiting many places around the globe… Begin your explorations in the challenge below…

[Google Docs Version HERE - I reccomend reading the challenge on there & making a personal copy for gameplay!]

There are two ways to play this challenge, the original way is intended to be played with one sim. If you're going this route it’s best to turn the aging off or set it to long - However, there is also an option to play this challenge generationally if you wish (just treat each ‘round’ as a new generation or span 2 rounds across each generation etc. It’s up to you how you want to work that out!)

The challenge is NOT about accumulating money, but enjoying the gameplay. Each round has its own main LTW and a few other goals to fulfil, but it rarely has a specific career your sim must follow - that’s because the focus should be on exploring the world around them rather than spending a lot of time in rabbitholes

This challenge uses a combination of store worlds & EP worlds, but I’ve also included few alternative custom worlds for each round you can use instead if you’d prefer - if you want to take creative liberty and choose your own world you’d rather use for a round that’s totally fine! Just make sure it fits in with the correct vibe & theme for that round / generation

You can play these rounds in whatever order you want to, but I’ve presented them in a similar order to the original challenge w. each backstory following on from the last - you can ignore or alter the backstories as you wish to suit your gamplay ofc!

THE RULES:

MOD RECCOMENDATIONS: This challenge can be played without mods, but it is definitely enhanced by their inclusion, so here are some suggestions… NRAAS Traveller will allow your sim to travel to any world you have installed, and retain relationships w. sims from previous trips once they move worlds NRAAS Tempest will allow you to take control over the world climate, which is recommended for full immersion - I also suggest checking out Pudding Parade’s Tempest project to find some premade settings for several types of different climates you can just place in your save! UPDATE: Pudding Parade has also made some preset suggestions for this challenge here! You might also want to check out my mod / CC reccomendation list for off-grid living :)

Create a sim (any age, but recommended to start with a YA), and once you move them to the first location give them a tent and set the funds to 0–50 simoleons (0 for a more challenging start)  Cheats bar: testingcheatsenabled TRUE // familyfunds [insert household name] 0

Main LTWs must be completed during their round, the other goals must be completed at least halfway before moving to a new location You have a choice of several LTWs to complete for each round - take your pick of one of these, it’s not expected for you to do more than one  If you’re only playing with one sim for the duration of the challenge, you can either buy a LTR to change your sims lifetime wish for each round, or go and change it manually in CAS through cheats

Your sim cannot travel to places outside the world you’re currently playing in (unless specified by that round)

They can apply for a job once they have: a tent (or a bed), a campfire (or a stove), a fridge, a toilet, a shower, a sink, a counter, a chair. they must quit their job when you move to the next location. your sim can make money by selling things they found and created from their family / personal inventory.

You can purchase (or ‘rent’ for the purposes of storytelling) a house in a world once you have the funds to do so - just know you’ll have to leave it behind when you move, so don’t get too invested!

When moving to a new location your sim can take one piece of furniture and their tent. you should sell the rest. all the collectibles or souvenirs your sim found and put in their inventory travel with them as well - just no big bits of furniture like sofas, beds etc.

In order to move worlds, your sim needs to have 20,000 simoleons in the bank - you can cheat this money if you need to, but you must reset your family funds back to normal once they’re in the next world. 

If your sim forms relationships or has kids in a previous world, they can either abandon / leave them behind completely or bring them along to the next world - it’s totally up to you!

As an additional challenge, aim to master the Photography skill & take scenic photos of every town your sim visits

NEW RULE: Your sim can swap out one of their traits each round to be better suited for the gameplay - I've included some trait suggestions, but it's up to you what you decide to go with

ROUND 1: THE ARCTIC ⛰️🌠

WORLD REC: Aurora Skies / Saaqartoq

Recently packing up all their belongings and hopping on a plane from their hometown of Sunset Valley, your sim wishes to explore the world. Their first stop is to experience the most unique wonderful natural anomalies to be found in the cold arctic ocean. Where better to start their adventures than in The Arctic at the very top of the world?

Seasonal Recommendation: Set the town to a cold temperature climate using NRAAS Tempest OR disable Summer

Trait Rec: Eccentric / Computer Whiz / Handy / Loves the Cold / Genius

LTW: ‘The Tinkerer’ / ‘Become a Creature-Robot Cross-Breeder’ / ‘Scientific Specialist’ / ‘Master Forager’ (CUSTOM)

Other Goals:

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Logic: ‘Celestial Explorer’ Collecting: ‘Metal Collector’ & ‘Gem Collector’ Science: ‘Experienced Experimentalist’ & ‘Free Range Scientist’

Create the ‘Forbidden Fruit’ and turn your sim into a plantsim (you can cure them afterwards) OR grow a plantsim baby

Master the ‘Logic’, ‘Science’ & ‘Handiness’ Skills

Reach level 3 of the ‘Fishing’ skill

Get the ‘My Best Friend’ Lifetime Reward

Swim in the hot springs / cold ocean for at least 1 hour

Go ice skating (on a rink OR on a natural body of water)

Take a romantic ride with another sim in a hot air balloon

Woohoo in the ‘science lab’ lot OR in a hot air balloon

Gain the ‘polar bear club’ moodlet from swimming in natural water during winter

‘Watch the stars’ or stargaze through a telescope for at least 2 hours during an aurora event (or between 12-4AM if you’re not playing in a world w. Auroras enabled)

ROUND 2: SLICE OF PARADISE 🛟🏝️

WORLD REC: Isla Paradiso / Sunlit Tides / Mariner's Reach / Isla Escudo

Having spent a good chunk of time immersing themselves in the scientific community, your sim feels like they’ve achieved enough to deserve a nice holiday. They set out to a warm island town to relax. They just want to chill, run away from the cold and sink their toes into the ocean. They’ve dipped their toes into fishing before, and would now like to fully immerse themselves in the deep blue sea and see what kind of things they can find.

Note: If your world doesn’t have dive lots or seashell spawners, I highly recommend placing some down so you can complete all the challenges for this round!

Seasonal Recommendation: Set the town to a hot temperature climate using NRAAS Tempest OR disable all seasons other than Summer

Trait Rec: Loves the Heat / Loves to Swim / Sailor / Angler

LTW: ‘Presenting the Perfect Private Aquarium’ / ‘Deep Sea Diver’ / ‘Pond Whisperer’ (CUSTOM)

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Fishing: ‘Ametur Ichthyologist’ & ‘Commercial Fisherman’ Scuba Diving: ‘Pearl Diver’ & ‘Savvy Snorkeler’ 

Master the ‘Fishing’ & ‘Scuba Diving’ Skills

Meet & become friends (or lovers) with a mermaid

Get a sunburn & a suntan (the tan can be real or from a machine)

Get the ‘Immune to Heat’ Lifetime Reward

Dive in all your world’s dive lots

Buy a boat

Fight a shark

Collect all seashells

Sunbathe in one long session on the beach for 4 hours

Go scuba diving & swim in the ocean for at least 3 hours

Woohoo in an underwater cave

Obtain the 'Mr. Marnier' Gnome

ROUND 3: DEEP IN THE WOODS 🌲🦉

WORLD REC: Hidden Springs / Moonlight Falls / Great Bear / Ainali / Eriu Fe

Your sim has grown tired of the endless heat on the islands and wants to move somewhere cooler again. The smell of pine trees and a more rustic way of life has been calling their name for some time now. They wish to admire nature, sing with the birds, get their hands into the rich soil to grow some interesting plants and go hiking in the woods.

Seasonal Recommendation: Leave all seasons on default OR just disable snow

Trait Rec: Gatherer / Green Thumb / Loves the Outdoors / Night Owl / Vegetarian / Animal Lover

LTW: ‘The Perfect Garden’ / ‘The Zoologist’ / ‘Greener Gardens’ / ‘First Class Farmer’ / ‘Master Forager’ (CUSTOM)

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Gardening: ‘Master Planter’ & ‘Botanical Boss’  Collecting: ‘Butterfly Collector’, ‘Firefly Collector’ & ‘Beetle Collector’ 

Get the ‘Super Green Thumb’ & ‘Collection Helper’ Lifetime Rewards (if you don’t have collection helper already)

Master the ‘Gardening’ Skill

Complete the ‘Omni Plant’ opportunity Chain (info here)

Own at least 2 minor pets (lizards, snakes, rodents or birds - or a combo of these)

Drink from the ‘fountain of youth’ & ‘wish for youth’ (you may need to place it down in edit town)

Plant every plant from the Grocery Store

Obtain all plants / seeds

Pick all the wildflower types

Observe all wild animals that come onto your home lot

Befriend a deer

Go hiking all day (walk to some community park lots, preferably up a mountain) and sleep out under the stars in a sleeping bag on a community lot at least 2x

Cook potatoes, garlic, onion, tomatoes, fish and roast marshmallows over a campfire at least once

Woohoo in a tent

Consume all the herb types (in whatever way you want) and feel their moodlet effects

ROUND 4: THE DAZZLING DESERT 🍸🌞

WORLD REC: Lucky Palms / Strangetown (V1) / Strangetown (V2) / Wild Wild West

Living in the woods was a great way for your sim to recharge their batteries and take it slow for a while, but now they’re ready for a bit more excitement! They find themselves among the vibrant desert sands, hoping to let loose, party a little bit, and also venture a little bit further out to do some archaeological exploration in a new landscape

Seasonal Recommendation: Set the town to a hot / desert temperature climate using NRAAS Tempest OR disable all seasons other than Summer

Trait Rec: Loves The Heat / Lucky / Party Animal / Daredevil / Adventurous

LTW: ‘Private Museum’ / ‘Master Romancer’ / ‘Lifestyle of the Rich & Famous’ / ‘Vocal Legend’

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Charisma: ‘Celebrity’ Mixology: ‘Cool Creator’ 

Master the ‘Mixology’, ‘Gambling’ & ‘Charisma’ Skills

Go to the casino at least 10x

Make 3 wishes at the wishing well

Host 5 parties

Set off 10 fireworks

Visit & drink at bars on at least 10 different occasions 

Obtain a ‘Dusty old lamp’ and make a wish of your choosing

Get the ‘Learned Relic Hunter’ Lifetime Reward

Visit Al Simhara and get a maximum visa level for Egypt

Dig at 10 dig spots in Al Simhara

Find at least 30 relics

Analyse every relic your sim finds

Woohoo in a sarcophagus OR a hot tub

ROUND 5: STONE-BAKED SUMMER 🍕🍾

WORLD REC: Monte Vista / Veronese Island / Lago Simiore / Isla Escudo

All that partying has left your sim wanting to take it a bit more slowly and go back into nature. They’re feeling drawn to beautiful rolling hills, olive trees and cobblestoned streets. All this tasty produce the land is known for has made them want to try their hand at cooking and nectar making, after all, if they really want to experience the culture they need to learn to eat and drink like a local too! They’re also beginning to get inspired by the gorgeous scenery and want to try their hand at some art.

Seasonal Recommendation: Set the town to a warm / Mediterranean temperature climate using NRAAS Tempest OR disable Winter

Trait Rec: Artistic / Natural Cook / Savvy Sculptor / Virtuoso

LTW: ‘Culinary Librarian’ / ‘Celebrated 5-Star Chef’ / ‘Bottomless Nectar Cellar’ / ‘Master of The Arts’

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Cooking: ‘Star Chef’, ‘World-Class Chef’ & ‘Menu Maven’ Painting: ‘Brushmaster’ Sculpting: ‘Chiselmaster’ & ‘Master Sculptor’ 

Master the Cooking, Nectar Making & Painting OR Sculpting Skills

Get the ‘Born to Cook’ Lifetime Reward

Obtain every type of grape from all the worlds

Collect and learn all the recipes

Travel to Champs Les Sims, learn the Nectar-Making Skill and purchase at least 1 Nectar Maker for your lot

Make every type of meal on the wood-fire oven

Purchase a wood-fire oven for your home lot

Create at least 1 perfect-quality nectar

Visit the ‘Art Gallery’ & ‘Museum’ lots in town

Sell §5000 worth of paintings &/ sculptures

Get up to level 5 in an instrument of your choice

‘Play for tips’ for at least 3 hours on a community lot

ROUND 6: SPOOKS IN THE SHADOWS 🕸️🪦

WORLD REC: Midnight Hollow / Moonlight Falls (if not used already in round 3) / Bridgeport / Halloween Hideaway / Haunted Valley II

All that cooking, nectar making and painting was very relaxing, but your sim is ready for one more final, exciting adventure now before settling down for good. They’ve been hearing rumours about strange supernatural happenings in a distant corner of the world, and they’re keen to check out what’s going on for themselves. They find themselves in a dark place where mysticism and strange happenings seem to lurk around every corner…

Seasonal Recommendation: Leave as is or use NRAAS Tempest to create a more rainy / foggy & slightly colder climate

Trait Rec: Neurotic / Perceptive / Coward / Brooding / Supernatural Fan / Supernatural Skeptic / Night Owl

LTW: ‘Paranormal Profiteer’ / ‘Alchemy Artisan’ / ‘Leader of the Pack’ / ‘Mystic Healer’ / ‘Turn The Town’ / ‘Zombie Master’

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Alchemy: ‘Master Alchemist’ Collecting: ‘Mushroom Collector’

Master the ‘Alchemy’ Skill

Become a supernatural being of your choosing (fairy, werewolf, witch or vampire)

Get the ‘Alpha Wolf’ OR ‘Magic Hands’ OR ‘Immortal’ OR ‘King / Queen of the Fae’ Lifetime Reward depending on your supernatural type

Visit the ‘Graveyard’ lot and hang out / sleep there for at least 1x from 8pm-8am

Get into a fight with a supernatural being during a full moon

Donate plasma to a vampire

Turn 3 sims into supernatural beings (either your supernatural type by biting them or another type by using elixirs)

Woohoo in a fairy house OR magical wardrobe 

Create a playable ghost OR resurrect a ghost using Ambrosia

Have a child with said ghost or previously-a-ghost sim

ROUND 7: SETTLING IN THE COUNTRYSIDE 🌾🐮

WORLD REC: Appaloosa Plains / Dragon Valley / Riverview / Constant Springs / Winchester Farming Community / Country Love

After delving into just about every corner of simnation, your sim is beginning to feel like it’s time to hang up their walking boots and settle down in the good life with their family. But their work isn’t done just yet, they have grand aspirations of owning their very own farm, surrounded by a brood of animals and maybe even a few more kids. If they’re gonna plant roots somewhere, they’re gonna do it to the fullest extent!

Seasonal Recommendation: Leave as is

Trait Rec: Nurturing / Hopeless Romantic / Animal Lover / Cat Person / Dog Person / Equestrian / Family-Oriented / Loves the Outdoors

LTW: ‘The Animal Rescuer’ / ‘The Fairy Tale Finder’ / ‘The Ark Builder’ / ‘The Jockey’ /  ‘Surrounded by Family’ / ‘Country Caretaker’ (CUSTOM)

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Riding: ‘Equestrian Champion’ (HORSE) Racing: ‘Endurance Equine’

Master the ‘Horse Riding’ Skill

Own a horse who masters the ‘Jumping’ & ‘Racing’ Skills

Get the ‘Raised by Wolves’ Lifetime Reward

Own a cat OR dog who masters the ‘Hunting’ Skill

Own at least 4 animals total (at least 1 of each type)

Woohoo in a haystack 

Get married

Have at least 3 children total

Teach children all their toddler skills

Do homework with children at least 1x per child

Be ‘best friends’ with all of your children

(OPTIONAL) ROUND 8: TO THE MOON 🌜🛸

WORLD REC: Lunar Lakes / Moon Base Delta / Cronor / Mermaidia

Your sim thought their adventures were over now that they’ve explored everything this planet has to offer… That was until they were given the opportunity to be one of the first colonisers of a brand-new civilisation on a planet in outer-space. They’ll have to do their fair share of mucking-in, helping the community create new inventions or assisting in the town’s military force to defend from space-invader attacks, but it’s a brand new frontier, and your sim definitely aims to be at the front of it!

Seasonal Recommendation: Use NRAAS Tempest to create a climate where it is usually always the same weather but with more fog & hail OR disable all seasons other than Spring & disable rain (treat hail like meteor showers)

Trait Rec: Eccentric / Handy / Athletic / Brave / Bot Fan / Perfectionist / Workaholic

LTW: ‘Monster Maker’ / ‘Leader of the Free World’ / ‘Perfect Mind, Perfect Body’ / ‘Become an Astronaut’ Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Collecting: ‘Amateur Rock Finder’ & ‘Awesomest Rock Collector in the Universe’ Handiness: ‘Electrician’, ‘Plumber’ & ‘Tinkerer’  Inventing: ‘Scrap Collector’

Master the ‘Inventing’ & ‘Athletic’ Skills

Invent at least 1 simbot

Get the ‘Teleportation Pad’ & ‘Climation Control Unit’ Lifetime Rewards

Get abducted by an alien

Befriend an alien

Have an alien baby OR move in with an alien (you can send the baby back to its homeworld once its born if you want) 

Woohoo in a bot workshop, time machine OR jetpack

That's the challenge done! Have fun :D

[ohnoitstbskyen]

You are still doing it. You are still doing the thing. You are uncritically accepting the framing and understanding of Jesus developed by Christians in Christian texts for Christian audiences, and what i am trying to ask people to do is to just for one picosecond adopt a hostile reading of those texts, or literally any frame of understanding of them other than credulity!

"Wow, I'm reading this book about Dienetics and L. Ron Hubbard sure is a swell guy! He was a revolutionary against the galactic tyrant Xenu! Sure, his followers have done some bad things in his name, but Ron was a radical progressive!"

For just a moment, please understand Christian theology and Christian texts and Christian narratives as what they are: propaganda literature, written by and for members of a cult to reinforce and justify their own moral and political belief systems.

Literally not one single word of the Bible is written in Jesus' own hand, all of it is writing ABOUT the man, after his death, by other people with an agenda for how they wanted his martyrdom to be meaningful politically and spiritually. It is a text with hundreds of authors, all competing for authority.

If there was a historical Jesus, he did not heal the sick, did not turn water to wine, did not feed 5000 people or walk on water, and was not resurrected after being dead in a cave for three days. And because we know that all of those stories about him are, generously speaking, fucking fairy tales, we should also be able to accept that the rest of the stories about him are not credible historical reportage either, and understand that "Jesus" is a literary creation who bears at best passing resemblance to whatever real man may have inspired him.

Please be willing to read the Bible with the same frame of skepticism that you would use for any other piece of beatific cult literature. The Bible makes Jesus look like a swell guy because it is religious propaganda designed to glorify a martyr and rhetorically justify structuring power around his (purported) dogmas.

Once we adopt a skeptical or hostile reading of the Bible, and once we understand Jesus as a literary creation, maybe then we can treat him like one and have him play a villain in a TV show.

Maybe then he can be used to narratively embody a critique or satire or mockery of his pop cultural persona or his movement in history or the religious dogma that is ascribed to him, just the same as we do with so many other historical and religious and folkloric figures. And maybe we can do it without credulous cultural Christians jumping in to be like "um actually this is factually incorrect, Jesus was historically an uwu cinnamon roll smol bean, it says so in my favourite fanfic!"

The eschatology espoused by Christ in the Bible is and remains fucked up, by the way, I will not yield on this. Human life on Earth is not a gauntlet of noble suffering whose misery is justified and paid for by a reward in the afterlife. Being oppressed and abused does not make you spiritually more pure it just fucks you up and usually makes you a worse person. And the meek shall not inherit the fucking Earth, the Earth will be strip mined and left a scorched wasteland by capital holders unless the meek stop sitting prayerfully in their holy misery and start [redacted] some fucking executives' houses.

"Render unto Caesar" how about render unto the oppressor a mouthful of their own broken teeth actually, Jesus, how about that? Maybe it kinda sucked how you made a virtue out of material inaction against oppression, maybe "turn the other cheek" is dogshit advice for making a better world on Earth. Maybe the idea that the suffering of the poor shall be repaid in the kingdom of heaven has turned out to be a really effective way of justifying keeping the poor fucking miserable.

Rich men can't enter the kingdom of heaven? Oh wow, I guess I'll enjoy my epic moral victory over Jeff Bezos as the AI data centers cook the atmosphere and drink the lakes dry. Truly, the most noble thing an oppressed person can do is die about it!

I'm not even a fucking atheist, i don't think religion is inherently either good or bad and I don't think Christianity is evil or poisonous. I am just so desperately bored with the special little moral exception carve out that is constantly given especially to Jesus specifically, sheltering him from ever being portrayed as anything other than a really swell guy who is sooooooooo tragically misunderstood, and who can never be held responsible for any bad things done in his name, but always be credited with the good things. I am sick of people considering it somehow taboo to mock or be rude about a fucking cult leader.

"If they introduce either of them, I hope they are straight up villains. I am tired of Jesus Was A Nice Guy Actually interpretations of that particular prophet, it lets Christianity off the hook far too easy."

That is certainly a challenge because, just as Tv Tropes explains in their page for "Jesus Was Way Cool" (a.k.a: this trope), he is God in human form who routinely mingled with and was willing to forgive those who were considered outcasts even to the church primarily through the pen and not the sword

9 times out of 10, you will look like a asshole because you're demeaning what might essentially be the most universal "Greatest Of All Time" to ever exist

See this is the shit I'm talking about. It's this shit right here. I am so tired of this exact thing.

"Jesus was so nice" he was a cult leader who claimed to have the divine power to define and forgive human sin, and you live in a culture which is pathologically obsessed with worshipping him, even while the religion he founded has slaughtered and persecuted untold millions of people over the course of two thousand years in his name.

I'm not particularly atheistic as a person, but I feel vomit well up in my throat when people uncritically and without a hint of irony take it as Literal Gospel that Jesus Was Nice Actually, and that it would somehow be unfair to him to use him in fiction to embody literally any of the bad things that his religion has done.

I dunno man, maybe the apocalypse cult leader's eschatological teachings are partly to blame for how the followers of his religion obsess over sin and purity in the eyes of God? Maybe his claim to be an instrument of universal divine justice on Earth is partly to blame when his followers abuse and murder non-Christians as enemies of that divine justice?? Maybe some of the things Jesus said and did have a causative impact on how the followers of his teachings behave??

But no, I'm just talking crazy talk here. Everyone knows that the things Jesus said and did can never be to blame for any bad thing that Christians do, but they can always be credited for all the good things that Christians do.

Only the good things, because Jesus Was Nice. He was the universal Greatest Of All Time. It says so on tv tropes dot org

[sgiandubh]

Landcon Paris 7: the logistics

I said it before, I will say it again: it's not exactly for the cast that I reluctantly (at first) embraced the idea to give in and go to the Landcon, this year. I first and foremost went for the people I was very curious to meet and hug. And I also went there because I do believe that your fandom's experience is not complete until you watch its dynamics - but about this, in a separate, concluding post.

There seems to be a consensus about Landcon's logistics being the stuff nightmares are probably made of, and I can absolutely confirm this. I have written yesterday about the little legal arrangements that to me prove the organizers' first and foremost objective is the maximization of profits, sometimes at the expense of common sense or empathy itself. Because let's be clear, for once: Landcon's honchos are not exactly born yesterday. This is the seventh edition of this event, which by the way is the only official, licensed OL fan convention. By now, they should have a pretty clear idea about their audience/clientele, which is, as far as I could see, mainly composed by mature women, many of which had just arrived in Courbevoie after sometimes exhausting mid- to long courier flights or grueling train rides or drives. That means they left home the day before or pretty early in the morning and were sometimes unable to check-in to their hotels or accommodations before the allotted time window for registering, taking their bracelets and buying whatever extras were still available for sale (almost all of them).

The venue is definitely not the problem here, except perhaps for the unapologetic Brutalist eyesore that is everything but glamorous. Seen from the curb, it could be anything: a hospital, a faculty, one of those non-descript local government office buildings, an insurance company's headquarters. But once inside, I found the Centre Evénementiel to be just one of those multi-purpose spaces that I do know so well from my other, real life: a pretty intuitive to navigate, rather clean and safe affair. The Courbevoie Municipality could easily organize there a minor European summit, for example.

However, I find it absolutely unacceptable to have a Reduced Mobility Zone that was just a half-dozen of very basic pliable chairs, scattered haphazardly in a side area of the main hall, that was not properly designated, nor signaled as such. You had to be a regular and know there was also a special designated line for Reduced Mobility/Difficulty Standing attendees, people who are easily overwhelmed by the colossal hullaballoo of screaming, shouting, shushing ladies. The flow seemed endless and very much decided to get those bracelets at Mach 4 speed, which made everything look more like an Oriental bazaar, than an effective, well-oiled machine worth the rather steep ticket fees. Same goes for all the rest of the already tired people: rest or simply comfortably waiting for your sweating, swearing and grumpy party was not in order, you got the pump up the jam and move it, move it. Ugh. Such an eyeroll and so easy to address, with a bit of extra care.

I also found it very questionable to limit the staff's special needs assistance offer to the extras' moments only, cutting the Reduced Mobility attendees from their +1 friends. And the situation in the main auditorium wasn't any better, so to speak. The lady who sat on my right was visually impaired and used one of those telescopic walking sticks that you just cannot see while running around like a headless chicken to get your pics. I kept on being terrorized either by the idea of stumbling on it - imagine a pachyderm plunging in slow motion like a felled sequoia tree, IN THE DARK - or falling on her. The struggle was real, while at the very same time the panel was droning on and business as usual.

Except for the tchotchkes for sale area which was seriously clogging the space dedicated to the extras' lines, there was nothing else on offer. Not a single bottle of Evian, not a slice of one euro greasy pizza Margherita (wee joke: there are no one euro pizza slices in our old and mercantile land). To be completely honest, they did have three food trucks outside (reheated, microwaved fried chicken/squishy hot dogs with violently colored sauces and the infamous Pizza Tony - all for the price of a kidney transplant) and huge garbage bins to accommodate the ditched leftovers. But no sitting lunch area or even those sorry standing tables you sometimes see in hotels, in front of their meeting areas. Classy: I was just trying to piteously cope with a stubborn chicken strip while standing near a full ashtray, just as C was gracefully sashaying through the main entrance (and being almost one hour late!), at less than six feet from me. Embarrassing does not even start to cover it. A diva slides by and you look like a carnivorous beast, trying to feed yourself, while smoking and gossiping at the same time. One of those moments you're probably sorry to be alive on such a nice day, after all.

Enough said. I will spare you the cheap vaudeville of the lost and found bracelets at Registration Desk, the higgledy-piggledy offset alphabetic lists that made us stay in line twice and my flat-footed ordeal, while waiting in a seemingly infinite line of women who could not decide on what the fuck they wanted for their extra photos and autographs. And I will spare you this because at the exact moment my tolerance level crushed and I was about to uncharacteristically leave, swearing like a drunken sailor in at least four different languages, I met @irunfraser standing in line. And there was finally sunshine and birds were singing suddenly, everything was fine in the world, because @irunfraser and I hugged like death row inmates before their last meal, even if we talked perhaps only four or five times in DMs. What we told each other then was strictly in Spanish and I will provide neither a transcript, nor a translation, for once: it's between me and her only. But such is also the magic of this very strange Nowhere Land - it does bring people together and makes a true friend out of a non-descript handle. And such is, I believe, the strength of our underdog community, where people are overall smiling and warm and damn caring. And while I am at it, a final and special shoutout to @pamalissou, who knows everyone and everything five minutes before it becomes public. And without whom I would have never ever had my terrible, terrible C pic I am, nevertheless, very proud of.

Next - my photoshoot experiences, as they happened, spare the C one, which I covered separately. Sorry for the length: concision has never been my forte and never forget I am a babbling, sentimental imbecile.

[fuyuu-chan]

How does the solo leveling men reacts to (name) being scared of bugs but not in dungeons?

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader & Liu Zhigang x Reader (Separate)

Fuyuu-chan: just a short hcs 🥰 (def not me who wrote this bcs a big cockroach appeared before me)

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Sung Jinwoo:

• he would tease you a hundred percent

• at first he was confused like wha?? You're one of the strongest hunter out there, the most bravest person he knew, the one who protected him from everything when he was still an e rank and yet you're scared of bugs? Like those tiny creatures than those big monsters in dungeons??

• he don't judge you he's just amused by the idea especially when he first saw you ran up to him terrified and when he asked why you just shakingly point at the cockroach

• well he doesn't blame you, that particularly day and what you saw was bit bigger than those usual cockroach

Liu Zhigang:

• same as Jinwoo, he would tease you too but of course he would humor you for a bit before actually killing whatever bug or insect that terrified you

• he is your knight in shining armor anyway and he would use this chance to save you (just bcs he knew he wouldn't be able to when it comes to dungeons not when you're stubborn and strong that he felt like you two are on the same level, if not stronger)

• and when he did kill it he would put you down (since you literally clinged to him like your life depended on it) and boast about how you should often rely on him to protect you, not only from this small creatures but when you two are assigned on dungeons tgt

• you would playfully roll your eyes at him but I guess you would let him handle the danger (bugs) for you when those terrifying creatures decided to appear when you're literally minding your own business

• liu still can't believe that your weakness was that or that small thing scares you, nevertheless even tho he always brought it up he doesn't embarass you in front of people or talk about it in public.

• this was smth he wanted to keep to himself, smth he would only know just bcs you trusted him on this info and bcs you finally let him handle smth without being stubborn about it

• and he does do what you say you want to happen to the bug only after he get to tease you or make you (playfully?) smack him, just to get a reaction out of you HAHAHA

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Please do not copy, translate, repost to any other social media, Thank you.

[cheemscakecat]

Knowing Medic, thats nothing.

I assume the whole RED team has been modified with various animals that the doctor thought were useful or couldn’t resist using. Mostly without them knowing why, but they’re used to rolling with it.

(Long, rambling headcanons ahead)

Sniper’s probably got camel eyelashes to keep grit out, that semi-translucent extra eyelid animals have, and something to compensate for his enlarged and overworked kidneys.

That and he’s been put under for multiple failed attempts to give him night vision, or a biological equivalent of the scope on his rifle, or glands meant to undo some of the sun damage on his skin.

Scout’s probably been grafted with leg muscle from cheetahs and had his lungs replaced for more endurance. He might have even had his blood vessels replaced with various creatures’ or had his brain tampered with to make him take in information faster.

I’m torn between the doc just healing Scout’s radiation poisoning when it’s about to get nasty, or taking on the challenge of making a human radiation-proof. Maybe some of both, he’d get ideas and experiment material either way.

Soldier already had an iron stomach, Medic probably just studied it to see if he could replicate it using animal organs on the others. That, and trying unsuccessfully to analyze that chaotic idiot brain.

In the same vein, studying Demoman’s alcohol-only diet and ability to brew liquor with his organs. Failed attempts to fix his cursed eye and successful changes to the good one to make up for his depth perception.

The doctor repeatedly trying to get Spy under the knife long enough to make him breathe and walk silently, and hold his breath for minutes on end without compromising brain activity. Spy of course avoids it as much as humanly possible, or demands to know details before agreeing.

I don’t know how much access Medic would have to experimenting on Engineer and Pyro, especially if Pyro is an alien or creature. In that case he’s probably just being studied.

Engineer would be the best at redirecting the doctor to experiment on something other than him. He also prefers to modify himself with machines, and I think the doctor would respect that.

Heavy probably has grizzly bear and gorilla muscle somewhere, and larger organs that wouldn’t fit in the others.

I bet the respawn machine reconstructs everyone as normal humans unless you update their biological scans. Which would allow Medic to make the baboon heart surgeries permanent instead of redoing them all the time. And also give him a “clean” slate in case one of the other experiments is a flop.

I think in Medic’s mind, these are the “helpful” surgeries he’d reserve for friends. But his experiments on Classic team were motivated by revenge and spite, designed to sabotage their health and cause pain and allow him to escape if he had to.

Among other teams (some RED but mainly the BLUs), people whisper their horrific theories on this mad, mad doctor. He’s the one causing zombie outbreaks and he’s doing it on purpose. He’s a cannibal, he’s turning his own team into abominations so he can eat pieces of them.

The (Emesis) BLU Medic fully expects something to go wrong with RED team’s respawn. It’s happened without warning to teams that were perfectly healthy. The Madman Medic’s team is so recklessly experimented on that it makes him sick to think about it. Somehow it hasn’t happened yet, but it surely will.

He has his own theory, and it’s one that repulses him. RED Team should be violently resisting these mutilations. Nobody in their right mind should trust the cackling RED doctor, much less 8 people.

He did something to their minds. Had to have. Cut around in their brains and removed the healthy instinct to kick and scream and fight back against his “experiments”. So they’d docilely let him do whatever he wants.

That’s why they’ve never risen up, or abandoned their posts or complained to Miss Administrator to get away from him.

One can only imagine the horror he felt when BLU Spy respawned, saying he’d been in RED Medic’s fridge as a decapitated head. BLU would do anything to keep his teammates out of the Madman’s clutches. He’d rather fail to keep them alive than let RED Medic touch them.

As far as he can tell, Spy wasn’t put under during those days in RED’s fridge. He’s done everything he could think of to double check.

rereading the tf2 comics and i think this panel legit might just imply sniper is part dove now

[bnhaobservation]

BNHA IS NOT A WORK OF SOCIETAL CRITICISM AND ITS MESSAGE IS NOT REALLY ‘OUT OF JAPAN’ FRIENDLY

When I got into BNHA, the general impression was that it was a manga doing societal criticism. When this seemed to clash with the ending people assumed BNHA lost his themes/messages. However, after long research to me it seems BNHA has more or less kept up coherent messages/themes, but, WAY TO OFTEN, they do clash with the idea other countries have of how things should be handled.

Examples (in an extremely short, overly simple and vaguely ironic way):

BULLYING

General expectation: bullying is bad/evil and should be blamed and punished, not enabled as it’s extremely damaging for the victim who will/might need support to overcome it so society should stand tall against bullying.

BNHA: bullying is due to a character flaw/weakness the bully must overcome and it’s an overall private business between him and his victim who has to overcome their trauma by (getting a Quirk) and standing up to the bully, showing they’re as good as them and don’t deserve bullying.

SCHOOL

General expectation: School is the place where we teach and help you to overcome your problems

BNHA: School is the place where we point out your problems, overcoming them is your additional problem. (All Might didn’t tell Midoriya his Quirk would break his bones when used but let him ‘figure out’ how to deal with it, U.A. keeps on setting up challenges the students have to overcome without telling them how, be it Aizawa telling Midoriya to figure out how to use his Quirk without hurting himself, All Might having the students play Heroes and Villains without telling them how FIRST or asking Midoriya to shine at the sport festival without working out a strategy and so on…)

ARRANGED MARRIAGE

General expectation: bad, people should marry for love or, at least, affinity, not because a family wants money and the other wants a baby machine with specific characteristics. That marriage shouldn’t have taken place.

BNHA: not great but since she agreed to it there's not a real problem… *shrug* and since the marriage exists, it will continue. Why should she want divorce anyway? Enji is better now.

EXPECTATIONS ON CHILDREN

General expectation: very bad, a child should be born out of love and let free to pursue his own interests, not forced into a career path to satisfy his parents’ ambitions.

BNHA: absolutely fair and society will pressure/expect you to fulfill your parents’ ambitions, follow in their footsteps, but good parents normally don’t force their child if he has other wishes for himself.

DEALING WITH GRIEF, ABUSE, NEGLECT, WHATEVER

General expectation: a victim needs support because they’re in a bad mental space and this can lead them to also do wrong things for themselves or the others. They should seek support and people around them (society) should offer it to them.

BNHA: suffer in silence without bothering anyone and man it up so as to be a Hero. If you lash out you’re a Villain and you need to be punished. Society doesn’t own you a damn thing.

PARENTS PRIORITIZE WORK OVER CHILDREN

General expectation: they shouldn’t their obligations to their children comes first.

BNHA: totally fair but this shouldn’t lead to neglect children. They should be strong enough to also take care of them so as to insure they’ll become productive and well adjusted members of society. Neglecting works though is a BIG NO, works comes first.

ANGER

General expectation: it’s fair to be angry if you get hurt or mistreated and act in response to it even though you shouldn’t break law.

BNHA: you can only get angry on the behalf of OTHERS and, in this case, you can stand up to the person who did the hurting. Otherwise you’ve to work a way to handle it.

ABUSIVE TRAINING

General expectation: abusive training is still abuse and therefore bad and needs to be stopped and the abuser to be punished.

BNHA: abusive training is not recommended but it’ll surely make you stronger. Yes, it might give you psychological problems but overcoming them is your problem. Besides, come on, you want to be a Hero, don't you? How do you think you can become one if you can't put up with it? Just say you agree to it and we won't call it abuse anymore.

PRISON, ESPECIALLY WHEN VIOLATION OF HUMAN RIGHT IS INVOLVED

General expectation: a bad place which needs reform otherwise it can’t help prisoners to become better people.

BNHA: do we want to talk of the heroic jailers that inspire their sons not to get angry (by telling them people in jail is animals)? People of course gets reformed otherwise they’re just bad people and no one will care about their human rights being violated except for the political party tied to Villains. Also, good people, given the possibility to get out of prison (by means of escaping or by legal means) would still choose to stay in prison.

SAVING

General expectation: saving means saving someone’s life and soul.

BNHA: just the soul is enough. Killing can save the person killed after all. If you’re so against killing, there’s jail and legal sentencing to death.

MURDERING ESCAPING PEOPLE

General expectation: it’s wrong and who did it needs to be punished.

BNHA: it’s right so no punishment but not nice.

CHILD NEGLECT

General expectation: you neglected your child so he has problems and he’s taking them out on society. You’re a horrible person and you need to be punished/jailed and your poor child needs help.

BNHA: you didn’t teach your child not to make troubles for us? You’re as much of a horrible person as your child. We hate you and we’ll jail/kill your child.

ABUSIVE HUSBAND/PARENT

General expectation: divorce, taking away kids and jail are recommended.

BNHA: put up with it until he changes his mind, then stay with him. Forgiving him is expected.

ARRASMENT OF GIRLS

General expectation: kick him out of the Hero school

BNHA: how fun, how hilarious, how getting girls can totally be a heroic motive!

RACISM

General expectation: it’s wrong and something should be done against it, it should be openly despised especially by whose who have public relevance. People have a right to speak up against it if they’re victims of it.

BNHA: there’s racism? We didn’t know, and you shouldn’t let us know or make us uncomfortable so wear a mask and don’t get angry about being a victim of it because if you do you’ll make us upset and we’ll handle you worse. Pretend nothing is wrong, put up with it and it’ll go away. Eventually.

SOCIETY IS DEEPLY FLAWED

General expectation: society needs reform.

BNHA: society is fine, IT DOESN’T HAVE TO CHANGE or feel bad, however if you show us you try your hardest at killing the bad guy we’ll be inspired to act nice too. Maybe also make a counseling so as to help who society would mistreat to better fit in society.

ORGANIZATION IN POWER COMMIT EXTRAJUDICIAL MURDERS TO COVER UP CRIMES

General expectation: this is very bad, it requires arrests and internal investigation, possibly closing the organization

BNHA: it’s fine, we’ll just change the president.

HAVING CHILDREN WITH YOUR WIFE WHEN SHE DISAGREES TO IT

General expectation: it’s spousal rape! It’s a crime! It needs to be punished.

BNHA: it’s fine even though it might affect negatively your wife and your other children.

RANKING PRESSURE PEOPLE IN NOT ACCEPTING TO COME SECOND OR IN GIVING UP TO TRY TO COME FIRST

General expectation: ranking is bad, not everyone can be the best but if they tried their harder this doesn’t make them less.

BNHA: let’s keep the ranking and expand it to other jobs!

WE USE THE WORD HERO NO MORE FOR A PERSON WHO IS ADMIRED FOR THEIR COURAGE, OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS, OR NOBLE QUALITIES BUT FOR WHO HE’S ADMIRED FOR THEIR AMAZING PAY, STRENGTH AND SOCIAL POPULARITY

General expectation: either let’s just change the job’s name to ‘special cops’/’Quirk cops’ or demand people who use it will go back on having noble values.

BNHA: let’s do nothing as deep down who become a Hero for status and money or chasing strength and girls is deep down deeply heroic and will rise to show it, eventually.

I could go on and on but, I think, you get the idea.

The problem it’s not that many of those are horrible messages… it’s that many of those are based on beliefs/laws Japanese people have/had and so the story doesn’t even bother to counter them.

BNHA isn’t a work of social criticism. It doesn’t aim to have its characters to actively CHANGE society, not in the way they just tackle society’s problems and try to change things. Bad things in society exist the same way as earthquakes. The story isn’t trying to find a way to stop earthquakes, it’s telling people they’ve to accept they exist and how they’ve to behave when they strike.

It’s a work that sees that society is the way it is and this causes people problems and fundamentally tells them they should man up and deal with them without getting angry but overcoming them and be better people. If society is inspired or not… well, that’s just up to it.

In fact in the story there’s extremely little done by the characters to drastically improve things on a general level, actually there’s just Quirk counseling (which works not on society but on the kids who might grow up mistreated by society for their Quirk and lash out at it), a general attempt at inspiring kids at being focused on other works which aren’t the Hero ones, a Hero (Shouji) getting a ‘peace prize’ for deciding to peacefully solve conflicts involving Quirk discrimination and a spreading of niceness because seeing Midoriya ‘do his best’ at murdering Tomura somehow inspired (some) people to do their best at being good (= nice) citizens… and, if I’ve to be honest, things like Quirk counseling and Shouji’s efforts, while likely ALWAYS planned, were overall poorly set up.

We can see that while Quirk counseling and Quirk discrimination were mentioned through the story, Uraraka was never involved in Quirk counseling before chap 430 and Shouji never let us know what he had in mind before chap 371. There’s not a real effort in involving the readers in those topics, they just lie in the background.

BNHA takes society problems as obstacles Heroes has to endure and overcome, not as things they’ve to solve or at least improve so as to create a new society. If you come from an abusive family, if you’re bullied, if you’re discriminate, you just endure and then go on with life trying to be a better person. Because things are hard Midoriya extends a helping hand but that’s it. He didn’t mean to produce a spread in niceness that’s not really niceness but more civil responsibility, he just happened to inspire people. Midoriya becomes the greatest Hero because he did his best to defeat a Villain, not bullying, racism or whatever of the above and the fact that he DID HIS BEST, inspired others to DO HIS BEST at being citizens of their own country. That’s it. That’s all there is.

Yes, the kids will be better people than their predecessors which will help things but that’s different from trying to go and change society actively, society just changes because it’s ‘inspired’ (and, apparently, because kids are taught how to deal with their problematic Quirks without going on a rampage).

And, that’s probably not a message that sits well with people from many different countries because we have a different take on many societal problems BNHA raises… as in we would jail many people who were committing such things, not accept sometimes people do those things for... reasons. To us they're just criminals, Villains same as the ones the kids fight... but in Japan they didn't break any law.

Credits when it’s due, BNHA is also in a way an outdated work. Laws in Japan are changing so they too aren’t accepting some things anymore but BNHA does little effort to keep up with time… if anything in some cases it changes things for worse.

I guess it should have been up to the editors to help Horikoshi stay in line with the changing times so that problems would be tackled differently compared to how they could be tackled 10 years ago… though, credits when it’s due, I saw works dated 1990/93 which tackled some of BNHA societal problems in a way that was more critical and modern than what BNHA does… but that’s because discussing societal problems was their main goal. In BNHA they’re just the setting, not the topic so, I guess, no one saw the point of tackling them which is a pity.

I think the story could have been a lot more cooler if it has tackled the issues it mentioned instead than using them just to set up the characters… but, of course, that’s just me.

[derocatem]

Y Si Fuera Ellos || Anaxa

summary: one last night, together, have let your life to change in more ways than you could ever expect.

content warnings | smut + angst + fluff (minors dni), chubby reader, genderfluid reader (reader have both vagina and penis in this (could be read as afab with a (magical) strap or intersex), switch top reader, reader is a scholar alongside Anaxa, Anaxa and reader are in established relationship already and their relationship developed is showed in bits and pieces, intersex Anaxa (praise dear Cerces for it), switch bottom Anaxa, mentions of 3.0 to 3.2 information and POSSIBLE spoilers for ahead versions (?), reader and anaxa spends quality time together (bathing, studying together, ect.), breast play, body worship, fingering, receiving + giving handjobs, piv sex, missionary sex, passionate + emotional sex, rough sex, overstimulation, supernatural male pregnancy and non explicit birth mentioned but not described, body horror in a way(?), death, original child oc, family and domestic life + possible more (?)…

a/n - #1 “magical” strap is a strap that is worn by afab individuals and mimics dick, can produce cum and you could feel it like it’s connected to your body (pls i don’t want to elaborate more you get it 💔)

#2 - i tried to give all important details but not to spoil anything too much, please say if i should tag something 🙏

#3 - it’s very bad, i haven’t written in a long while i just wanted to write something for my man coming out today

“Was it all worth it?”

“Every single second of it? Was it?”

You ponder on that question again in your own mind when you remember…everything, this usually happens not too regularly yet not quite irregular either, once in a while if you have to actually think about it when you’re free that these days don't really happen often but it’s okay.

As harsh sun of the eternal land landed upon you early this morning through the open window, much to your energy barely made you to flip around in the bed like a lazy teenager as your hand pulled onto the thin curtains and pulled them lightly as you now definitely used all of your energy to flip back around onto your stomach and close your eyes just for a moment longer as you thought to yourself”

“Was it worth it?”

.

“If you think that you are not worth it, why would you be here in the first place? You must be either really dumb or really stubborn to not give up?”

Anaxagoras spoke, his tone factual and full as he looked at you, his gaze unwavering as he clearly mentally judged you for whatever reason that you clearly can’t even remember how long passed since then. Your first meeting. A year older yet so far away from you in studies that it made you believe that you won’t ever finish. Much to your horror back then, you were forced to work on many experiments and projects in the Grove together due similarly to your courses that you shared together. Now it brings you a small smile as you now noticed some things that you didn't back then.

It was kind of adorable how he started looking out for you, you could actually give a decent argument to his question and express your support to his…blasphemous comments and started arguing with others scholars about gods that you held so dear to your heart when you were a child yet…sky is fake, isn’t it? you know that now really well.

Even when you started actually getting more confident and understanding of all knowledge around you as your studies progressed, you got comfortable in getting uncomfortable and getting out of your comfort zone of comfort that you actually started…being able to actually explore your own ideas and experiences.

By the end of the academic days, you and Anaxa just like…silently understood that you understood each other’s minds much better than others could ever. Even that memory of when you were doing the research, the fleeting touches and comforting night spent looking at each other’s faces longer than supposed to when you should study were clear to both, last your of your academic studies, first kiss finally came as they finally sit too close to each other’s, your head on his shoulder before looking at him with those eyes and fuck, why are trying to tug on strings of his heart.

Even when you guys had your first time together after you both graduated and got accepted back into the groove as the staff members. It makes you chuckle now that you know that you were both virgins AND having unprotected intercorse? Were you trying to procreate so quickly or?

Jokes aside, youth madness as people would say it, isn’t it?

“Was it worth it?”

.

Your smile faltered just a bit as you remembered the time that Anaxa got the information that he’s supposed to be next crysos heir for titan of reason, the future is making fun of you isn’t it?

Though it might be a selfish thing, you couldn’t help to feel like…you haven’t deserved such a thing? You were young and in love, sometimes even crying to yourself when you knew that he accepted it. In back of your selfish part of yourself, you wanted him to yourself.

He is yours, isn’t he? Your partner, someone who lays in the bed next to you late at night, stargaze together as you hopelessly daydream about your future together and someone that actually likes to bottom instead of top? you found yourself a perfect person to co-exist till the end.

Your smile falters a bit more when he starts…changing. Physically changing at least, that void that started forming on his chest and other parts of his body like cracks in the ground, chipping away from him as endless greenish void continued showing, growing as you could only partially rest your head on his chest deep in night as you curled around him like a needy child, craving a reminder that he’s still next to you.

Amused dry chuckle left your lips as you thought about the star-shaped hole in his chest…you loved to tease him about it in more ways than one.

When your fingers danced around his chest as you rode him almost silly. When his hair was sprayed on the pillow around his head, almost like a halo as his reddish blue eyes could barely hold eye contact with you before rolling back to back of his head from the pleasure of your walls squeezing around his girth. His eyes always turned a bit more to red, his natural eye color when he was with you. You always bring out his human side so selfishly, so greedily making him crave you like a forbidden fruit from the finest lands that galaxy could ever offer. Making him love yet hate mornings that you wake up next to him, beautiful like a dream as your head rests on his chest, your voice still heavy with sleep as you speak, your eyes glossy as you look up at him and hold him closer to your heart.

“Was it worth it?”

.

Your expression now neutral your eyes slightly opened, glancing at the nothing in particular as you remembered that…time. Last time actually. Last time you got to hold body of your beloved in your hands selfishly.

You knew very well what Anaxa planned. You weren’t a dummy, maybe not an crysos heir but your endless nights full of reading and learning history made you understand clues and read through the actions that made you understand what your partner was meaning to do.

Even Cerces—…or rather Calypso were now residing inside your partner’s body like she found it, a corpse that is now used for keeping her alive gave you a little privacy for your own sake. She might be the titan of reason but she also loved, now dead titan of love, her beloved one.

*

Resting against Anaxa’s body you bathe together, your fingers gently brushing through his hair you washed his hair from behind him. Tips of your fingers rubbing through hair and massaging his scalp before rinsing it off. luke warm water softly splashing against the walls of the bathtub as you moved when washing each other’s bodies, innocently appreciating the beauty of the human body together as you guided his head to rest between your breasts when you finished, deciding to spend some more time together here. Your lips pressed against his scalp as your fingers slowly moved from his hands to forearms, then his upper arms and shoulders as you gently squeezed and worshiped skin underneath your fingertips.

After it your hands slowly circled around to his front as you lowered your head and started pressing light, butterfly kisses on back oh his neck as your fingers went over the length of his neck, feeling up his adam's apple before brushing his collar bones softly before going over his chest and stopping against now slightly prominent ribs, one hand rubbed over his ribs as other went up and cupped one of his breasts, gently rubbing it as a soft noise slipped through his mouth but he decided to stay silent and let you continue your little ministration. You hummed against his neck, you pressed lingering kisses on his neck as that hand that lingered went towards the crack in his chest before two of your fingers slowly slipped into the void.

Moan slipped his lips as his head lulled back on your shoulder, letting you press more open mouth kisses against his skin as your fingers slowly slipped in and out of his chest, making him practically whimper as your hand found its way over his stomach towards between his legs, your hand softly grabbing his cock as you give a few experimental squeezes around the shaft and head before pumping it up and down, letting him feel a bit of the pleasure of act of pleasure that usually happens between you.

You decided to tease him, after just a bit you slowly pulled away your hands from his body as you pulled out the plug of the drain as you turned his head towards you and gave you a dirty look while looking like a wet cat. You giggled before kissing him apologetically before helping each other out of the bath and you two didn’t even bother to put on the clothes as you entered your shared room together.

“Sun” was slowly setting down on the city as you two stared at it wordlessly before you took a step closer to him, taking his hands into yours as you pulled his body against yours together as you rested your forehead against his for a long moment.

Your breast pressed against his, soft tummy resting against his stomach and his cock slightly twitching as it brushed against your thigh. His own hands slowly followed almost the exact same route that you did, slightly rough tips of fingers caressing your skin like it’s a sacred thing, gently rolling mounds of your breast between his fingers and brushing though rolls of your back gently, rubbing your thighs and squeezing around your hips and waist as you own body got excited from his touch.

After a shared kiss, you took the lead as you guided him towards the bed before making you face him as you got a hold of his butt, squeezing it before lowering your beloved into the sheets. Your lips quickly found his as you two made out.

You pulled back as you started at the beautiful man underneath you, your hands gently spread his legs as shifted between them, your fingers rubbing over the length of his things as you spoke as you lowered yourself down, kissing down his stomach and slowly pulling down as your lips pressed a few lingering kisses over the length of his already erected cock before gently probing against the hole underneath his cock before slowly inserting your fingers in, drawing a moan from him as you lifted yourself back, fingering him slowly before picking up the peace.

“I-wish for you to stay here with me, very much so, y’know?”

You spoke, your voice neutral and light but a hint of genuine emotion in your voice as you worked him open. There was always an elephant in the room, even when you don’t address it. Always looming over both, especially the last 14 days since he betrayed Crisos Heirs and seemingly joined the Council of Elders, you know it wasn’t the complete truth yet you know the real reasons why he did it, you could only put hope and faith in his experiments. He will die in the end either way.

“It’s a selfish thing, I'm aware, but it’s still a wish.”

You chuckled, keeping your emotions in check barely as your fingers didn’t waver from it’s peace as you flexed them inside Anaxa before pulling them away and practically shamelessly licking them clean before him as a light blush appeared on his chest and cheeks.

You moved slightly, getting into a more comfortable position as your hand grasped your shaft, giving it a few pumps before centering it on his entrance as another held onto Anaxa’s waist to keep him in place, his legs instinctively moving around your waist as you pushed inside.

Giving his waist a squeeze you slowly pushed your hips forward as he mewled at the size, his hand clasping around your arm on his waist as the other hand kept his legs open as you gave a couple of trusts, as you couldn’t help but to moan as he was practically sucking you. Your voice stuttered as you spoke again, gaze fixated on him as your feelings grew harder to hide as you picked up your speed, your frustration over everything around you finally getting to you as Anaxa moaned and gasped as his legs quivered from each slaps of skin against each other as you blabbered about.

“Fuck- i just wish to keep you next to me. Keep you here—..”

You spoke as every thrust of your hips makes his head fall back into the pillow as breathless moans escape his lips if your lips weren’t on his, mouthing every single reaction from him and engraving them into your memory.

Even when you already finish so deep inside of his body, your hips don’t stop. Going far and beyond as you greedily pump him full of your seed as his cunt greedily squeeze and relish in the warmth substance that was now so deep inside of him. Your hand on his member, helping him ride out his high as his stomach gets coated with his own cum as an almost filthy ring of combined releases slips away from his gaping core as it slides down his skin into the sheets when you pull out.

Finally you let yourself cry, almost pathetic sounds emerge from depths of your poor, human heart as you weakly flop next to his breathless body as you sob, not wanting to wake up tomorrow to your partner, love of your life not existing as he get sentenced to the execution by Aglaea because of mingling with Kephalie’s body to find the answer to his life long question.

“I don’t want to-…i don’t want to not have you next to me Anaxagoras. I want to hold you to my side for the rest of my life. I could only love someone like you and that’s it. And no one like that exists.”

You spoke your heart out, most words barely understandable as you sobbed into his chest as you curled around him. His hands now gently rubbed against your back, letting you cry out your fears and troubles to him. After a while, when your tears dried out and your head rested on his chest again, you whispered softly as your head felt too heavy for your eyes to stay open to for much longer. Your words broke the pained silence as a tear slipped over your cheek towards his chest before it slipped into the endless greenish void inside his chest.

“Please…just don’t leave me alone.” I love you.

It was almost silly, Anaxa thought to himself as he watched you slowly slip into the dreamland as his hand gently cupped your face, his thumb passing over your cheek as he brushed away draid tears from your skin as he kissed your forehead as he whispered against your skin softly.

“Don’t leave you alone?…What a surprise tomorrow will have to you, my dear.” I love you too.

*

Even when you wake up the next day, your body as usually turning around automatically to greet the love of your life just for your breath to catch as you see empty…not empty sheets?

A soft sound greeted you as your heart skipped a beat as you were greeted by…a baby? Newborn baby curled into the soft blanket as it fluttered her eyelashes open and looked at you before cooing softly, greeting you like you were the guest in your own bed as she smiled at you, immediately recognizing who you are.

Your voice got lost on you as you almost abruptly sat up, not even caring to cover your naked body with sheets as you cradled the little baby to your chest as the little head rested on your chest as you felt your heart beating in your ears. You finally dated to look down at the baby within your chest more deeply and…stare at her. She had just a light bit of the hair on top of her head as her eyes showed a mix of your own eyes color mixed with Anaxa’s natural eye color. Soft futures mix of both. A sound akin to sob left your lips as you couldn’t help but to smile at the little being in your arms.

You brought a little baby to your heart after checking if she needed anything quickly before laying down and just…feeling the moment. You glanced finally outside towards the Downcloud whose entrance was still visible from the window of your room of the house where you and Anaxa used to live together when you finally became officially together when you and him weren’t working in the Grove of Epiphany. You took a deep breath as you knew what would happen next.

*

He was…indeed very much dead. You got a full story from other people after the entire “show” went down with tricking council of elders and Caenis and entire all of other crysos heirs and citizens and how he practically ripped out the coreflame from his heart for his to get the crysos heir journey could continue. He was called a great performer for a reason.

You would probably sink down some rabbit holes after that and never show your figure again in public but you know that you couldn’t. You know that Anaxagoraa would want and you do have now a couple months old baby, Aurora. Only so little and young but you can see her father within her as she was going ahead her age, already standing up and walking at 9 months with little help from you, not even a month later she called out for you with her words being your name and funny version of Anaxagoras names as you showed her picture of you and him from the years back as you introduced her to him, not wanting her to not know her other parent. You know that Anaxa would like that.

He literally used the state of his body, power and knowledge to actually make his daughter from within him AND birth her from the gaping hole in his chest in the middle of the night of his last day being alive…so it’s only fair, i guess?

.

You would like to to remember more of your dear partner but a little grabby hands doesn’t give you a chance to think about him too much as she demands your attention, or politely said requests your mind to be on here as she curl into your chest as she slept next to you as she giggled into your skin as you smiled at her. you two had a lazy and comfortable cuddle session with a droma plushie she carried with herself like a lucky charm.

You finally pulled yourself and her out of the bed, her body resting onto your hip as you carried herself towards the window as you two grazed upon the holy city. She rested her head on your shoulder as you kissed her head and glanced over the Castrum Kremons one last time as you smiled to yourself as you let yourself relax and get comfortable as you knew what was coming to happen in just seconds.

.

“Was it worth it?”

And you finally had the answer to that question on your last breath as the world around you crumbled as Trailblazer cracked the truth of this world and you hugged your daughter closer to you and her plushie before finally answering.

“…I think it was worth it every single minute.”

“May we…all reunite in the new world before the gates of truth together.”

[more-mara]

Choscar lesbians 🙂‍↕️

“You’ve had months to say something, yet you’ve chosen to do it now? Today of all days!” Oscar seethed, the strap of her dress falling down with the flamboyancy of her hand gestures. Charles wished the sudden exposed bit of skin draped by the silk of her dress wasn’t as attractive as it was.

“I didn’t- how could I?” Charles shouted back, her own dress feeling suffocating all of a sudden- suddenly cursing herself for choosing such a tight number.

“How could- Charles, what? You do realise there is nothing I can do about this?” Oscar continued, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her gown. Oscar looked ethereal- in Charles’ opinion, only dampened by the fact that Oscar’s rage was directed at her.

“I know! Don’t you think this hasn’t been fucking killing me? Watching you- watching you off with him,” Charles shouted and that had Oscar turning around in disbelief, a scoff dropping from her pretty red lips as her hands found their way onto the sweet dips of her waist.

“He proposed months ago, Charles. Back when you said this couldn’t happen,” Oscar hissed, pointing between the two of them. Charles couldn’t help but think, that despite the absolute rage seeping from every ounce of Oscar’s body, she looked gorgeous. Like a muse- a face men would go to war over, a body that could never be captured in paintings, even by the most talented and skilled of artists.

She didn’t realise she was staring, not until Oscar was right up in her face. Only then did Charles see the tears in Oscar’s eyes.

“He is nothing- he’ll never be good enough for you,” Charles said and Oscar seemed to flinch at the words- her bottom lip wobbling.

“I love him,”

“You love the idea of him,”

Charles felt it the moment the air changed- the moment where Oscar sagged back against the balcony, defeated. But Charles kept going.

“You love that he’s a man, you love that he is everything your family wanted for you in a husband, you love that he is Nobel and kind and basically the perfect guy. But you know what you don’t love? Him. You don’t love him, because he’s not me,”

“Charles-“ Oscar’s voice cracked immediately, nothing able to get past the barrier of hurt in her chest.

Fuck, she was even beautiful when she cried.

“I- I should never have let you say yes,” Charles said, stepping closer as Oscar just continued to cry- her makeup long smudged but somehow she still looked as perfect as ever.

“So why did you?” Oscar asked, and there was anger there now- her eyes blazing despite the tears clouding them.

“I was scared,”

“And I wasn’t? I have a husband now, I cannot- we cannot keep doing this,”

Charles couldn’t help but scan the expanse of Oscar’s body, decorated to high hell in white and glitter. Her gorgeous ballgown of a dress that hugged her in just the right places. The prettiest bride in the country.

The prettiest woman in the world.

That man would never make her happy.

“Charles, fucking listen to me!” Oscar snapped, pushing herself away from the balcony until she was in Charles’ space again, her hands desperate as they clinged to Charles’ exposed shoulders.

“Please-“ whatever Oscar wanted to say was long forgotten as Charles grabbed Oscar by her jewel adorned waist and kissed her the way she knew Oscar liked it. The way she knew no man could ever replicate.

Oscar’s little gasp was music to Charles’ ears as she deepened the kiss, pushing Oscar back until she was flush against the balcony once more.

Oscars hands gripped a little tighter on Charles before she pulled away from the kiss- panting and flushed and all round beautiful.

“We can leave- run away. Just us,” She panted, eyes frantic as he looked around to make sure no one had been in the gardens to see them.

“Oscar-“

“We can. Please- it’ll be just us,” She whispered, fingers reaching to comb through the dark curls that hung over Charles’ breasts.

“I never took you for a runaway bride,”

“You never took me at all,” Oscar said, a smirk on her face before she leaned into Charles’ ear, breathing against her chilled skin before speaking again.

“But maybe we could change that,”

Charles’ eyes widened as she tightened her grip on Oscar, her own face flushing brightly despite the cool breeze of the night air.

“You mean-“

“If we leave tonight, I’ll let you make love to me,”

[changingplumbob]

Day Nineteen - Connor Group 1/2

Waken up everyone! Time for another day in the villa. And not just any day, the final day as a group before we have the whole cast challenge, final dates, and the first commencement ceremony (elimination sounds harsh when I love them). As normal coins were flipped for if teeth were brushed and wheels were spun for which type of shower contestants would have.

Room orders were randomised as some are closer to the dining room than others, but after showers breakfast was served! After being instructed to eat full autonomy took control of our group members and Deanna. Room doors were locked (you know what sims are like with computers) and Deanna complimented each sim in the order they sat down to eat to prompt conversation.

We must address the elephant in the room, Isla is incredibly tense! Why? She had a weird dream. A really weird dream. A dream so bizarre she can't even put in into words. But you best believe everyone is getting an earful about it. In tandem with her friend Isabella also seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, angry and scowly except for when she is being complimented.

Nyami and Berenice don't really understand why everyone is so sour today, and they try lighten the mood with some jokes. Kaye is the only one who laughs though, Deanna just looks horrified as Isla shouts forbidden words. Doesn't anyone understand? It was a REALLY weird dream! Dee just takes notes, perhaps trying to keep her own hot headedness in check.

Rather than leaving the villa the contestants head to the top floor where chairs have been set out in an odd configuration. Today Deanna and Devin are joined by their little sister Artemisia (Emisia to family, Emi to friends).

Devin: Since this show was brought to life around the idea of family having a say in challenges, we let Emisia choose one

Emi: *evil grin* Today you will be taking part in... a staring contest. First to blink loses. You will go in pairs, I will join the three winners for a semi final and then the last two standing will battle it out. Up for grabs, not that you should want it, is a solo date with Deanna. I say up for grabs because if I win overall no date for any of you! To bad? So sad. What are we waiting for?

Deanna: *sighs*

First match: Isla vs Dee

Isla: A... staring contest? A little strange if you ask me but... maybe Deanna is measuring our silliness?

Dee: ...are you kidding? Well, I'm here to win, bring it on

Winner: Dee

Second match: Berenice vs Kaye

Berenice: *excited* Ooooh

Kaye: Seems a bit . . . OK it's weird but I'll do whatever it takes to win that date

Winner: Berenice

Third match: Isabella vs Nyami

Isabella: Oh my, I might need to get prettied up...

Nyami: I have four siblings and had plenty of stareoffs with those goofballs... I am prepared

Winner: Nyami

In the semi-finals it's Dee vs Berenice and Nyami vs Artemisia. Emisia does her best to look threatening but Nyami doesn't flinch. Victories for Berenice and Nyami.

Final battle, Nyami vs Berenice. Friend against friend. Cringe against cringe. Blonde against black. Just after the battle starts, tragedy, a sneeze! The winner is… Berenice

Isla: Me and my brothers did a lot of staring contests, but I guess it has been a while since we're all grown up now... I've gotten rusty!

Isabella: I never thought I would win that anyway... But there's still more chances this round

Kaye: Are you two seeing double from the eye strain?

Isla: Don't you mean four of us

Kaye: *laughs* She's got jokes

Isabella: This did not help my mood

Dee: Can I try again? I think I could do better. Not to be a sore loser!

Artemisia: Didn't you rage quit the last challenge?

Dee: How is that your business?

Artemisia: The whole world will be my business one day

Dee: Right... so definitely no do-overs?

Nyami: Sure I didn't win but I think I did pretty good! Sneezes are random. I'm glad Bernie got a chance, the next challenge will be mine hopefully

Berenice: And that is the importance of eye drops during allergy season! I was actually wanting Nyami or Dee to take the next one but then, that is… also the importance of anti-histamines during allergy season, I guess

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Berenice is rather good at staring. In fact, she's often told that she blinks far too little for a ‘normal’ person. While she wasn’t expecting to win this date, it seems that she’s gradually warming to the idea of getting away from the villa and being around less people.

@corrienteallita, @eljeebee, @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants, @hashimasims, @jonquilyst, @riverofjazzsims

[arielleslipgloss]

How To Plan A Super Girly Sleepover!!

“I love dressing up. It’s the best part of being a girl, I think.” - Emma Roberts

Schools almost over for a lot of us and that means it’s time to start planning girly summer sleepovers!! In this guide I’ll be going over movies to watch, games/activities, and sweet treats. Oh, and I must say I’m quite the expert at planning slumber parties. After all, I’ve been having sleepovers with my best friend since I was seven years old. I still remember making imovies and singing Mariah Carey with her. So take it from me, as someone who’s been having sleepovers since she was very little.

1. The Basics!! Before we start brainstorming all the fun stuff we have to think about the basics. The date, time, who you want to invite, and even invitations if you like. Start by making a group chat with everyone you want to invite to your sleepover. Then, figure out if anyone has any plans the day you want to have your soirée. If you’re having more than one person come over, it’s probably best to ask. Once that’s all situated (the date, time, + who is coming) you can start making invitations if you like. You could mail your invitations or just text them their invitation. Whatever works best for you!!

2. What Movies To Watch!! Now when I’m making a theme, I personally like to base it off whatever movies we’re watching. So what movies you watch play a major role in planning your sleepover. Try choosing movies that match the same vibe as each other. Some examples could be, Sleepover (2004), 13 going on 30 (2004), Crossroads (2002), The Hot Chick (2002), Mean Girls (2004), Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure(2011), The Princess Diaries (2001), 27 Dresses (2008), Monte Carlo (2011), Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961), 10 Things I Hate About You (1999), The Parent Trap (1998), Clueless (1995), Wild Child (2008), The Bling Ring (2013), She’s The Man (2006), White Chicks (2004), Legally Blonde (2001), etc. I seriously could write a whole blog with movies to watch at a girly sleepover. Actually maybe I should 🤭

3. Activities!! I know the feeling of you and your bestie(s) having no clue right to do. Which leads you to resorting to your phone. Then time passes by, and you still have no idea what to do. Well no worries, I have a list of things you can do!! Starting off the list with baking, karaoke, blind karaoke, dress up (boas, fairy wings, sunglasses, etc) do at home glam bots, watch some movies ofc, play scary online games, roleplay as celebrities (ex: the Kardashians), truth or dare (this one could be a bit boring for some), play guess who, give each other facials (steam your faces, put face masks on, then use your hands or a gua sha), have a pillow fight, have a photoshoot, have a “talent show” with singing, dancing, or even comedy, spill who your “hear me outs” are, play board games, do each others hair or makeup, have a baking/cooking contest, and more!!

4. Sweet Treats To Make!! If you’re like me and my friends sweet treats at sleepovers are a must. That being said I ofc have a list of sweet treats to make!! Such as a s’more’s dip, ice cream cookie sandwiches, ice cream sundaes, root beer floats, rice krispie treats, puppy chow, candy salad, smash cake, make your own Crumbl cookies, cake pops, dirt pudding, cookie fries, marshmallow popcorn, pizookies, brownies, chocolate covered strawberries, cheesecake strawberries, churros, and chocolate fudge!!

Now you should be ready to have the sleepover of the summer!!

“I'm surrounded by great friends and family. I don't know what I would do without them.” - Emma Roberts

Remember to enjoy life and to stay pretty 💗

Xoxo, Arielleslipgloss 💋🎀

[nostradamus0]

look!!! today i finished binding a collection of my two favorite fics by @peridotglimmer, we'll drive away (where no one can find us) and open the floodgates up!!! i've reread both of these fics so many times and you should all go read them right now!! they are some of my favorite meddison fics and i started working on this typeset the moment the final chapter of "we'll drive away..." was posted and have gleefully been working on this bind ever since :D

i had a lot of fun working on the typeset for this bind! i did a fancy manual table of contents since the fics have chapter summaries and i thought it would be fun and it was!! also very pleased that the chapters were titled because it gave me an excuse to make extra interesting chapter title pages :D

it took me FOREVER to choose the bookcloth for this one and design the cover. i went through a ton of different ideas and none of them really sparked anything. i ended up picking the endpapers before i decided on the cover design (a terrible idea, honestly) and then when i realized there were scraps leftover, i thought "what if i make a strip of the cover the same as the endpapers?" and spiraled from there.

also don't tell anyone but i snuck into the language room in the english department in the dead of night (8pm, but whatever) to print on cardstock for the title without turning the lights on because i was scared i'd get in trouble for putting my cardstock in the college's printer lmao

also look i learned a new headband with a prominent bead and it's a little crooked but i'm super happy with it!! :)

anyway, it turned out so nice!!! these are lovely fics and if you haven't read them, you should!! if you have, go reread them!! i had a magical time making this <3

[johns-walker]

fifteen minutes

shepard leopold/f!reader (death of a unicorn)

cws; smut, basically p without plot, unsafe sex, hot tub sex, creampie, no real movie spoilers / 3.5k wc

big shout out to the one singular other person who felt compelled to write about him... lets get more people in this club. anyway i guess i write on this blog now or whatever.

It wasn’t every day that you were able to find a job where your boss would offer to bring you on an illusive weekend vacation so you could better learn the ins and outs of how the business worked - but, considering that you doubled as an assistant just as much as you did a trainee, you shouldn’t have been overly surprised when Elliot asked you to attend the meeting that he was having with Odell and his family at their home. 

What had surprised you, and seemingly everyone else in the car, was when Elliot had been so distracted that he didn’t notice the giant animal that was right in front of him. Granted, you didn’t notice it either. You were too busy trying to research everything that you hadn’t had time to look into when he sprung this trip on you. It wasn’t really his fault that Odell hadn’t gotten back to him about bringing two plus-one’s until the last minute, especially since it didn’t seem to be Odell’s decision at all, but rather Belinda who told Elliot that he could bring you along. 

Even still, you were blindsided and nose-deep in your reading when a large crash sent you lurching forward, gripping onto the edges of the seats in front of you and bracing for any sort of impact. The only impact seemed to be whatever the car had collided with, and upon inspection, it fully seemed that the car had collided with a unicorn. Now, did you want to say that the horned creature that your boss bludgeoned to death was probably a unicorn? Of course not! You wanted to pack it up in the back of the car, and uncomfortably sit in the trunk of the car with the luggage as you anxiously awaited the arrival at the mansion. 

With all of that considered, you were more than ready to try to put it behind you as you stepped out of the trunk. Stretching your body, you allowed yourself to augment to not being smushed in with all of your suitcases anymore. 

“Maybe we should put a blanket over it, or something. I brought a blanket.” You commented, acknowledging the anxious way that Elliot was peering into the window. “I mean, it’ll look like your car is super messy and damaged, but it’ll look better than a dead… creature in the back seat.” 

“Yeah, yeah-”

“Just go inside, I’ll take care of it.” 

“I can help you.” Ridley offered, though there seemed to be something off about her tone. You knew that she had witnessed something when she touched the unicorn’s horn, but whether that was something in her head or something real, you were unsure. Maybe she was just tormented from the idea that something was killed because of a car she was in. 

“It’s okay, I’ll take me a few seconds. They’re probably already annoyed at us.” 

After a moment, Elliot brought Ridley inside with him as you turned to the still-open trunk, grabbing the zipper on your luggage and taking out a blanket. Looping around to open the door to the backseat of the car - furthest away from the windows of the house - you couldn’t help but notice but looked to be twitching coming from the creature. Trying to brush it aside, you hoped that it was just some sort of post-mortem behavior. It wouldn’t be typical for twitching to occur so long after something had died, but this was a unicorn you were talking about, the science behind it obviously hadn’t been studied since - up to this point in time - it only seemed to be treated as a reality in ancient mythology. 

Quickly brushing your worries aside, you covered the creature with your blanket and reached into the front seat of the car to press a button, ensuring that the doors would lock once you closed the backseat. 

After a moment, you walked back around the car to shut the trunk before allowing yourself a moment to compose yourself and go inside. 

The moment you walked into the doors, you were greeted by the few pairs of eyes on you. At first, this made you a bit nervous. You hated the idea that was running through your head that these people could see right through you, that they knew what you had just covered up despite not seeing it with their own two eyes. 

Elliot saying your name got you out of that moment of insecurity, snapping back to reality as you looked at the people in the room. “This is my legal assistant, she’s just here to learn more about how this sort of thing works.” 

“Pleasure to finally meet you.” Belinda was the one to reach out to shake your hand, your demeanor switching back into one that you were more used to as you forced a smile onto your lips and took her hand into your own. 

“The pleasure is all mine, thank you for inviting me into your lovely home.” 

She nodded in response, seemingly pleased with at least one of the two people that Elliot had brought with him. But it wasn’t really her that caught your eye, it was her son - bathrobe-clad, sipping on a Bloody Mary, and somehow looking like the most attractive person who you were certain that you had ever met in anything related to your work. 

Noticeably, he seemed to straighten himself out a bit when he took note of there being a woman seemingly around his age in the same room as him. His movements down the steps were almost graceful, but not quite there. They didn’t need to be, though. You were more than happy to take the time to shake his hand as well, though you didn’t speak for a moment. 

“Shepard, Odell is my father.” 

“Nice to meet you, Shepard.” 

“You can call me Shep, if you want to.” 

You let a small smile cover your lips as you uttered his nickname, though your moment with him was quickly cut off by the sound of Belinda leading you all into the other room. Walking with her, you didn’t mind sticking behind a bit so you could stay closer to Shepard, and he seemed just as drawn to you as you were to him. Granted, he looked a bit like someone who you should write off as trouble. He was the son of the people who you indirectly worked for - indirectly or not, his family technically paid you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care too much as you let him make silly comments about them in your ear, trying to suppress the laughs that wanted to come from your lips in response. It wasn’t until Elliot called you forward to review the documents that he was looking over that you finally snapped out of it and did what you were truly there to do - which wasn’t flirt. 

Though, you couldn’t help but notice the small glances from Belinda. She had invited you to her home, not her husband. She knew that you were close in age to her son, though you didn’t know his exact age, and she also knew that someone who spent her entire amount of free time working on legal documents probably didn’t have the time for much of a romantic life. All that being said, you were almost sure that she invited you there for the actual purpose of flirting, though you weren’t sure why yet. Maybe she just thought her son had been a bachelor for too long, or maybe it was something to do with his personality or habits. You couldn’t be too sure. 

What you could be sure about was that it didn’t seem to stop throughout the day, even with the weird developments that occurred. 

It wasn’t until later that evening, when his continuing questions about joining him in the hot tub got you to do what was being asked of you and change into the bathing suit that you had packed. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but be glad that you brought a cute swimsuit. You half-considered packing swim trunks and a t-shirt because this was a work event, but you eventually decided that you would probably not be expected to be dressed professionally if you were to get into a pool or hot tub. 

Finally joining him at the hot tub, you would be remiss if you failed to notice the way that his eyes scanned over your body. You didn’t mind, though. You didn’t stop yourself from glancing at his chest, your eyes navigating around his body just as his did to yours. 

“Took you long enough.” He finally said, breaking the quiet of the moment. There was no real malice in his words, no expectation for you to have changed any sooner than you did. 

Setting the robe you brought out down beside his, you smiled widely as you stepped into the hot tub. “I overpacked, my swimsuit was kinda buried.” 

Shepard hummed in response, seemingly calmed by the warm water that he was sitting in. You wondered what it must’ve been like to be like he was, to have access to something like this every single day and not have to worry about paying the bills on an apartment that you could be kicked out of at the drop of a hat. But those thoughts left your head after a moment, sinking into the warmth of the water and letting a sigh leave your lips. 

“You’re sitting so far.” His voice almost came out like he was pouting, and as you opened your eyes to look at him, you noted that he was. Though, he was still failing to look at your eyes, his gaze flickering between your face and your chest that was just barely peaking out above the hot tub water. 

“I didn’t think it would be very considerate to sit right next to you.” You commented, though you had no gripes with moving so you were next to him. You were next to him at dinner, too. In fact, you were pretty sure he had yet to leave your side if it wasn’t for either of you changing, using the bathroom, or Elliot wanting to speak to you about something privately. For the most part, you had remained together, so you weren’t too perturbed or even surprised by sitting so close to him, his arm still splayed out on the rim of the hot tub and now directly behind your back. 

“I think it would be inconsiderate not to.” 

Turning your head so you could look at him, you took note of the proximity. You knew that he was sitting close to you now, hip to hip even, but you didn’t take into account just how close he was until you were both looking at each other. Your breath caught in your throat for a moment, your eyes trying to remain on his. But if he was going to let his eyes bounce between your lips and your tits and barely look into your eyes, why should you be worried about trying to maintain a polite amount of eye contact.

“You know, I’m pretty sure my mom invited you here because she knew I’d like you.” He stated, his words echoing the thoughts that you had been having for hours. But you were too distracted to agree, as you felt him press a hand on the back of your neck. He was respectful with his touches, his hand light enough that you could easily pull away if you so desired. “She worries too much, because I used to go hard on the drugs.” 

Ah. That would make more sense. You almost wanted to ask if he was still doing them, if that was why he had such odd behavior at times. But you didn’t want to pry, you didn’t want to take the time to ruin the moment. You knew what was coming, and you knew from the aching between your thighs that you wanted it to happen. Interrupting it so you could ask someone you just met about something so personal just seemed like it would turn the whole interaction sour. 

“I hope she was right, at least. About you liking me.” 

“Oh, I do. Why else would I have asked you to sit so close?” His voice almost seemed genuinely confused, rather than teasing. It made you laugh, but he quickly concealed that laugh as he pressed his lips against yours. 

Despite the sudden action, you responded quickly to his affections and kissed him back. Your hand moved to rest on his arm that was behind you as you turned slightly so you were facing him, your knee pressing into his thigh in a way that wasn’t uncomfortable for him, but did make it clear to you both how close you were sitting and your change in position. Shepard didn’t waste too much time before letting his tongue brush against your lower lip, his hand that wasn’t behind you and pressed against your neck moving to squeeze your hip. 

“You ever get fucked in a hot tub?” His voice was matter-of-fact but slightly breathy as he pulled back, urging you to move so you were sitting on his lap - something that you happily complied with. 

“Can’t say that I have.” You responded, though your voice was more strained than you would’ve imagined. “But- but, you know, anyone could come out here.” 

That didn’t stop him from pressing his lips against your neck, a sigh leaving your throat. It didn’t help matters that you could feel how hard he was getting underneath you, his hands sliding down to rest on your ass. You wanted to remind him that this was a bad place to do this, that you could very easily go inside. But you really didn’t want to stop him, you wanted to do whatever he wanted to do because you knew that you wanted it to. 

The moment he pulled away from you ever-so-slightly so he could look at you, waiting for your permission to do what he was about to do as he brought a hand up to the fabric of your bikini top, his fingers teasing the edges of it as though he was about to pull it just slightly away from your chest, you knew that you would let him do anything to you.

“We just need to be quick, I think Elliot said he was about to take a shower anyway.” You finally said, a smile covering his face as he pulled the fabric of your top away from your chest, his lips moving so he could wrap them around your nipple. You let out a quiet moan, taking your lip between your teeth in an attempt to silence yourself. Though, it was difficult to find any sort of silence as you felt his hips slightly grind against yours, his hardened cock pressed right where you needed him to be pressed throughout the layers of your swimsuits. 

Bringing your hands away from the water, you let them explore the expanse of his torso as he pulled the other side of your bikini top away from your other breast, giving his attention to that nipple as well. You let your hands navigate lower, undoing the draw-string on his swimming trunks. You knew that you were going to have to be quick, just as he did. You could take your time with each other later, but if you wanted to do this, you were going to have to do it as fast as possible. Besides that, you were certain if you didn’t have him inside of you soon you were probably going to have some sort of emotional breakdown. 

The feeling of one of his hands sliding down your body got your attention as you locked eyes with him, the same desire that you were sure was in your eyes reflecting in his as he reached in between your thighs. You parted them slightly, better straddling his legs as he pushed your bottoms to the side. The water surrounding you made it easy for him to run his fingers through your folds, but you were sure you were wet enough already for it have been just fine without the help.

You did your best to keep quiet as his fingers ran circles around your clit, before sliding lower so you could push two of them inside of you. 

“So fucking tight, are you sure you’re going to be able to take it?” His voice was strained as you let your hand dip beneath his swimming trunks, pulling his cock out of them and taking him into your hand. The moan that left his throat as you pumped him for the first time was downright sinful, and you were sure that you needed to hear more of that. 

“I can take it, Shep. Please, just fuck me.” 

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He reassured, before removing his fingers from your cunt, you whined at the intrusion, though his hand wrapped around yours quickly after so he could help you guide his cock to your aching cunt. Shepard pushed himself inside of you, but let you sink your hips down until you were situated in his lap again. He gave you a moment to adjust to the size of him, but shortly after you pressed your lips against his as you started to move your hips. 

Shepard allowed the slow pace for a few moments, just holding onto your hips rather than guiding you as you found your rhythm in fucking him. He liked watching you in control, liked kissing you while you took what you needed from him - while your slow, drawn-out moans filled mouth and vibrated against his lips. 

But he was impatient, and he understood just as you did that you needed to be quick if you were going to do this. He found that it took little effort to begin thrusting into you, guiding your hips down against his in a quicker pace. He let one hand leave your hips, his finger pressing against your clit again. You broke the kiss as you let your forehead rest against his, your moans mingling together and ever-so-quiet as to lot alert the people inside of the house as to what you were doing. 

“When we go inside-” He started, though his voice came out as more of a growl that was cut off by a moan. “I’m going to bend you over my desk, and fuck you until you can’t remember why you came here.” 

You were almost ashamed to admit that the only think that came out of your lips was a whimpered ‘please’, but you knew that if you tried to say anything else you would make more noise than you intended on making, or could make given the circumstances. 

The feeling that someone might make an appearance outside intensified within you as he got you closer and closer to the edge, your face pressing into his neck to muffle the noises that wanted to fill the air. He let you press against him, his movements becoming a bit disoriented especially as you bit down onto his neck. But he let you finish before him, the feeling of your walls tightening around him making him just as thoroughly satisfied as he came. If you were in a more oriented stated of mine, you would have disliked how much you enjoyed the feeling of his cum filling you, but instead you just let your lips press against his neck, sucking a mark onto his skin as you rode out your orgasms. 

Finally, after a few moments, you caught your breath and pulled him into a sloppy kiss, whimpering into it as you felt him pull himself out of you and tuck himself back into his trunks. You did the same after a moment, adjusting your bathing suit so it looked like it did before he moved it. 

It only took a minute or so for you to decide to move, letting yourself sit beside him and pulling your lips away from his. You were glad that you did, too, because it was only shortly after that Elliot would come out from the house and all three of you would decide that it would be a much better idea to go inside. 

Shepard would make good on his promise after you got inside, multiple times throughout the night, in fact. Even if neither of you could shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen in the coming days, you were still excited by the prospect of something so new. Maybe, if circumstances were different, you’d have to consider the possibility of actually forgetting why you came here.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Milk Hair Scare Thilk Pair Share

For: @roundaboutnow @staira and Fuyu_FoxWriter

Of course one day Danny looking nearly identical in both forms was going to cause problems, especially when his dad goes and turns very much human-to-his-dad’s-knowledge Danny’s hair white. At least Danny manages to technically keep his secret? Even if Phantom’s ‘a Fenton’ now.

“Danny-boy! Catch!”.

Danny jerks at the table, dropping his cereal spoon and attempting to catch the weird metal pole thing his dad just threw at him. It bounces off of his fingers a couple of times and winds up in the cereal… because of course it does. Danny grabbing it out with two fingers and holding it up, watching milk dripping off of it before eyeing his dad, who’s hiding around the corner slightly. Danny glaring a little, for dad to be ‘hiding’ like that, “dad, stop using me to test for things reactions to ecto-contamination”.

Dad just eyes the pole thing before popping out from behind the wall laughing and grinning, “nonsense! It’s the easiest way and you know I only do it with stuff that’s supposed to be harmless!”.

“Still!”, Danny sighing and grumbling, “and now my cereal is wrecked”.

Dad scratching his head, “oh yeah, I probably wouldn’t drink that now. I don’t think the Powder Purity Puffer is water proof”.

“The what?”, Danny quirking an eyebrow, “um, what is it supposed to do?”. Purify ghosts out of existence? Purify ecto-contamination? Turn ghost ecto-blasts into powder? And what about this thing ‘puffs’?

“Oh nothing much! It’s a powdered version of the Fenton de-glow spray”.

“Then why isn’t it called de-glow powder?”.

Dad smirking, “the ghosts would expect that”. Danny thinks the ghosts don’t pay any attention to the names of his parents creations, all he was doing was confusing the people who live here… and anyone attempting to buy anything from them online. The online store was an utter nightmare. His dad nodding to himself, “and it should do more than that, getting rid of the less human-looking aspects of the ghost! That way we could totally figure out who the ghost used to be!”, tilting his head, “Vladdie brought up a good idea that eventually someone in this town was probably going to die and become a ghost. You know, because there’s so much latent ecto in the air!”.

Oh so Vlad was to blame for wrecking his cereal? Great. “So what? It’ll give them normal skin tones? Make fire hair not on fire? Jazz would say that would probably be traumatizing, or whatever, for the ghost”.

Dad waving him off, “oh pfft, you can’t traumatize a ghost, that’s just silly!”.

Danny just glares a little more before letting his dad take the pole thing, and getting up to dump out his cereal. Of course the sink literally pops out of the counter, sending his cereal bowl flying and onto his head, Danny glaring at the spring that’s attached to the bottom of the sink while the sink just bounces around midair, “why is the sink on a spring?”.

Dad laughing as he walks over, “ah sorry ‘bout that! The garbage disposal was having issues with breaking apart that pie that got contaminated, so figured I’d sup it up! The spring is for added tension”, grabbing the still slightly bouncing sink and forcing it back down and into the counter, “worked like a charm but looks like I’m gonna have to reinforce the counter!”.

“Yeah…”. Guess Danny’s not using the sink or garbage disposal for a while. Ugh. Grabbing the bowl off of his head and glaring at the few pieces of marshmallow still in it. You know… he’s hair doesn’t feel wet actually. Cautiously thumbing his fingers on some of his hair and eyeing his fingers, the milk got powderized! Blinking, “the milk turned to powder!”. Great, his dad made another thing that affects food. If it was safe to eat this could actually be really good for rations though.

Dad laughing, “neat! Let me sample that! Don’t wash it off!”.

Danny sighing as his dad runs off, putting his hands on his hips, “at least see if it’s still safe to eat! Could make better Fenton Rations! Ghost invasion survival supplies!”. Dad always needed a ghost related reason to motivate him properly.

Dad shouting up from the lab, “GOOD IDEA! DANNY! THEN THE SPOOKS WILL UNDERESTIMATE HOW LONG WE CAN LAST FOR! HA!”.

Danny just shakes his head as his mom pops in, ��Danny have you- Phantom! What are you doing in here you spectral menace! Get out of my son’s clothes!”; and mom has a gun drawn at him, firing immediately.

Danny ducking and scrambling under the table, the shot feeling like it slightly singed his hair, “mom what the heck! I’m not a ghost!”.

She bends down, gun still pointed at him, him scowling and gesturing with his hands exaggeratedly, “do I look like I’m glowing and floating! And I get enough of the Phantom accusations from Wes!”.

She blinks at him, “oh that is true-”, then narrowing her eyes, “you could have stole our de-glow spray! Do not take me for a fool”.

“Oh my zone! Stop!”. This is totally because of the milk powder in his hair isn’t it? Ugh. He knows dad will be a little bummed but he’d rather not get shot! So he shakes his head like a wet dog, making a small cloud of white powder, “it’s powder! My hair is not white!”.

“A likely excuse!”.

“No it’s not!”.

“DANNY I’VE GOT THE SAMPLE KIT- hey where’d you go? IS THERE A GHOST UNDER THE TABLE!”.

“Dad make her stop!”.

Danny glaring at his dad as the man gets onto the ground to stare under at him. The man looks surprised then confused, “you’re hair’s white!”.

“The powder’s white! It was milk!”.

Dad blinking, “oh yeah good point”, and thankfully puts a hands on mom’s gun, laughing awkwardly, “that’s definitely Danny, Mads. Same clothing that he was just wearing and everything. The sink did dump a thing of powderized milk on his head”, beaming a little, “the Powder Purity Puffer can powderize milk apparently!”, titling his head, “can’t wait to see what else it can do that to”.

Mom looking to dad while gesturing a hand at Danny, “if that was just powder, Jack, it would still be black just with a layer of white, like really terrible dandruff”.

Dad blinking, “huh”, and eyes Danny curiously.

Oh shit, it wasn’t just the white powder. Great. He makes a point to grab at his hair, move it in front of his eyes some, and look confused by it, “huh?”.

His dad scratching his head before looking around at the shook off powder mess, “well that’s definitely the same milk powder, too bad it’s got floor and under table gunk on it now”.

“Mom was trying to shoot me!”.

Dad laughing awkwardly, “yeah I guess that’s fair”, and holds up the sample kit.

Danny glaring and sighing, just sitting cross legged in the floor, still under the table, putting an elbow on a knee and his chin in his hand, “yeah yeah, sample away”.

Dad beaming, looking at mom quickly, “see? That’s definitely our Danno, no way any spook would let a Fenton take samples willingly”, then crawls half under the table with Danny, having to lay on his stomach, and just starts taking hair and powder samples.

Mom frowning a little before retracting her gun, “sorry sweetie, but minus the glow, your hair does look just like Phantom’s”.

Danny rolling his eyes, “it’s fine”. It’s not like he wasn’t used to them shooting at him, she missed that’s what mattered. But come on, he’s wearing his clothing, the powder stuff is obviously something, he’s not glowing, and his eyes are -hopefully- blue! It should be obvious that he’s not Phantom… even if he actually is Phantom.

His dad wiggling himself back and out from under the table is honestly too silly not to laugh at, the beaming, “thanks son! Now I’m gonna go check this stuff out. I wonder if it’ll still have the same molecular structure as milk! Did any of your contamination get in! Did it make your hair white because it’s white!?! So many questions!”, and he bolts off down to the lab.

Mom smiling fondly and shaking her head before making come here motions at Danny, “alright you, get out from under there and I’ll see what I can do about your hair”.

Danny pretty desperately wants it to simply wash out, but with his luck? HA. Not gonna happen. Either way he does crawl out, stretching his back out as he stands back up right; then giving his head another good shake, you know, just in case.

His mom shaking her head at him a little, “you’re making a mess”.

He just kinda shrugs at her before grabbing a mixing bowl to fill up with water and try to wash all this stuff out. Dunking his head in and jumping a little when mom starts helping; he’s honestly a little surprised she didn’t go down to the lab but well, his parents could be decent parents sometimes. Him stilling when she hums, “well it’s not coming out or fading”. Oh fuck him entirely.

“HA! WOW!”. His dad throws the lab door open, resulting in Danny jerking his head back and out of the water; sending water splashing everywhere and making his mom yelp a little. Dad laughing, “oh sorry about the scare!”.

Danny glaring at him a little with dripping soaking wet and definitely still white hair based on the few pieces in front of his eyes. Danny blinking, “let me guess, my hair molecules, or whatever, have been messed with?”.

Dad scratching his head, “haha, yeah. Looks like the compounds interact a little too well with Kretin specifically?”, glancing around awkwardly, “nothing short of complete follicle regeneration therapy will reverse it, I think”,

“Oh gee thanks dad”.

“Jack”.

Dad puts his hands up, “hey in my defence, it was only supposed to change ghost’s colours, the colour of layers of ectoplasm”.

Danny crossing his arms, “you literally threw it at me to see if it would react to me”.

“And it didn’t! It reacted to the milk, all that calcium and vitamin d interfered with it”, dad snapping his fingers, “oh and definitely not edible”.

Danny shaking his head a little before running a hand through his hair, fingering it a bit, “so is it gonna grow out or?”; he is not shaving his head, partly because his hair literally has not grown at all since the whole dying thing. He refuses to spend the rest of his days bald, that or his hair will instantly regrow which he absolutely could not explain. But also because he seriously doubts he’s look good rocking a Mr. Lancer cut/shave. His dad just starts looking around like he’s trying to pretend Danny never even asked. Danny sighing, “alright. Cool. Guess Wes is just going to follow me around screaming and pointing at my hair for, like, a week”.

His mom starts drying his hair off with a towel, “as if you haven’t been actively encouraging that boy”, her frowning and humming a little, “though I would have definitely preferred any other colour. This is… far too similar to Phantom”.

Dad scratching his head, “yeah I thought the colour was because of the milk but nope!”, scratching his head, “the Powder Purity Puff is supposed to make ghosts look like their human self, so maybe it does the opposite with a human?”.

Danny would like to leave this conversation now! Instead he’s stuck here nervously wringing out a half damp towel, while his parents basically play hopscotch onto and off of his secret identity.

“That’s practically saying Danny would actually look just like Phantom, Jack. Ghosts just don’t look that similar”.

“A doppelgänger thing maybe?”.

“Ghost siblings often don’t even share skin colour, nonetheless hair colour”.

“Maybe Phantom did copy Danny boy?”.

“We’ve disproven that around eight times. Its form is much to consistent to be mere copying. It could be pure chance but that seems so odd”.

“Maybe Phantom used to have black hair?”.

“We can’t know that for sure, and I’m positive ghosts aren’t simply coloured the opposite of when they were alive. Otherwise Phantom would have died in a black and white jumpsuit”.

“Ghosts can have good fashion sense can’t they? Danny-boys suit is black and white too to go with his skin after all!”.

Oh Ancients, abort! Abort! Abort! He never ever brought up his ‘missing’ suit for a reason! Especially because both of them just… stop and start staring at him.

His dad tilting his head after a while, “come to think of it, hasn’t yours been missing for a while?”.

Fuck! Shit! Danny blinks owlishly, “uhhh, yes?”. Oh how is he supposed to deal with this! Obviously he has to get them off of his jumpsuit, there is no world in which he can actually explain that. The conversation of his hair… well he’s apparently stuck with it so no point trying to avoid ‘Danny Fenton has white hair now’ conversation.

Mom narrows her eyes a little at him, glancing up and down him and Danny is positive she’s trying to imagine him wearing his jumpsuit. He is so seriously hoping she forgot exactly how the thing looked! Then his dad smacks one fist into his other hand, “maybe Phantom stole it!”.

Mom looking at him like he’s lost it a little, “why would It do that, Jack? They’re lined with anti-ecto materials and ghosts tend to be pretty attached to their natural outer ectoplasmic layers. One covering theirs up with a hunters anti-ecto jumpsuit would be boarder-line suicidal and wildly abnormal, even if Phantom is a bizarre one”.

Oh Danny absolutely was very attached to his jumpsuit, even the idea of wearing a shirt over it rubs him the wrong way a little… unless it was for a good joke or was somehow helpful.

Dad grinning, “maybe Phantom just thinks they’re super cool, they are after all”.

“I really doubt that, hon”, her then going back to eyeing Danny, who is majorly struggling to not look extremely nervous and thus extremely suspicious. “You know, I could never tell with how dark your hair is- was, that you had that little messy swirl on the back of your head, or that your short sides looked that kinked and frizzy”.

Dad frowning slightly, “oh yeah, I see it… that’s also just like Phantom”.

Danny wants to cry a little, “wh-what? Really? Pfft, that’s crazy. Super bizarre coincidence”, and gives a little broken half laugh. He is so screwed here.

They stare at him and he stares owlishly back. What can he even say here? The Phantom stole his face thing was firmly disproven. His folks wouldn’t believe for a second that Phantom just happened to come into existence right next to him and that’s why they look a like; he tried that. Trying to spin something were Danny being near the portal when it was made left an impression on the ecto and just magically poofed Phantom into existence, wouldn’t work for shit; they still didn’t believe in the idea of Ancients and Zone native species, even though they’ve meet many of them. Could claim he was originally a twin and the twin just died before his mom ever got those ultra sound thingies? But knowing his mom she might have ultrasounded herself as soon as she knew, or maybe a dying fetus would leave lingering ecto for a little while, ecto his parents would have picked up on. Him getting caught lying would just make this actively worse. Cloning? He has actually been cloned but who the heck would have cloned fully human fourteen year old him? Like nowadays they’d buy someone cloning him due to his contamination… or just Vlad being creepy, in his mom’s case. But back then? Absolutely not.

Wait, back when he fucked up the time line ‘cause of Vlad’s dumbass -seriously, if the man had just legitimately asked for help, Danny would have helped. He doesn’t hate Vlad enough to want him dead dead via wildly unpleasant via ecto-acne. If Vlad fully dies Danny wants it to be purely because of the guys own personal fuck up- his parents pretty damn quickly believed he was their alternate timeline son. So… arguably, this timelines them could believe the same? And unless they somehow tracked down ClockWork, and believed they really were effectively the god of time, and asked them if this was true instead of shooting at them, and ClockWork actually answered them honestly, they would never be able to prove this shit wrong. Which, obviously all of that was never going to happen.

His mom puts her hands on her hips, “Danny is there something you need to tell us?”.

His dad nodding a little, “did you, like, make Phantom or something? Cool! But bad. Don’t secretly make ghosts”.

She glances at his dad, “I’m fairly certain that wouldn’t be possible, especially at fourteen”.

Ugh. Ah. Fuck. Nervously blurting out, “he’s from an alternate timeline where everyone in Amity died because of all the ghosts problems and the ghost armies thing and getting laid siege to and really didn’t like that and the zone can fuck with time and shit and now he’s here and totally definitely doesn’t want Amity blown up again because of ghosts and maybe sure yeah he totally took the jumpsuit cause of reminding of family and shit being a sentimental dumbass for like mass death trauma or something I don’t know and I might have tied him up one time and questioned the answers out of him because yeah the similarities are really goddamn weird oh my god he breaks into the house all the time to just kinda be here and like no one has ever claimed he’s smart C minus student at best which you know kinda tracks with me so like yeah”; and then wheezes.

He… he could have done better than that, but he panicked okay! And shit! He’s pretty sure he went way past what the human lung capacity can tolerate. Should he pretend to pass out?!? Shit no they might use that as an excuse to run tests on him or something, or they’ll come up with more of their own ideas that would be oh so much worse. So instead he just… wheezes a little bit more.

His dad blinks, “wow son, you got your old man’s lungs I guess”, then shakes his head out almost violently, “so… alternate timeline you? Where everyone died? What?”; and he blinks harshly again, looking dumbfounded. Which hey! Danny’s fine with that! If just confusing and shocking them gets them off of thinking this Danny specifically is Phantom then yay! His dad going wide eyed, “you tortured information out of a ghost! That’s awesome!”, the furrowing his brows, “but- wait. Not awesome? What?”. Oh no is Danny gonna give his dad an aneurism or something? Why was ‘hey Phantom is technically your other time line son’ so much easier to tell them in a different time line! Ugh!

Mom’s hand twitches a little before she brings them both up to her chest and leans forwards at him a little, “Phantom told you all that and you… believed it?”, humming and frowning, “I’ll admit, making up a lie like that would seem to be beyond a ghosts mental capacities. And alternate timelines are not only feasible but likely, as is them being connected to the Ghost Zone. So it’s not outlandish. But still”.

Danny blinks once, “uhhhh, his thumb print works on the portal lock?”. Either he is digging himself out of a hole or aggressively deeper into one, there is no in between.

His dad looks absolutely blown away while his mom stammers a little, “i-it does? And you didn’t mention this why?”.

The Zone does he say to that? “Uh, er, I’m, uh, I wasn’t super cool with mentioning that maybe leading to me coming home to a sorta me on a dissection table because I’m sure that would probably give me some very weird nightmares that I would very much like to avoid and y'all would definitely totally for sure feel super bad about breaking your own kind other world kid down molecule by molecule and Jazz would call that traumatic for everybody”; this time he forces himself to shut up, because he absolutely does not want to just go and dump his ‘dissection paranoia’ in his folks right here and now; maybe not ever actually holy shit.

His mom actually softens at that, “oh sweetie, we haven’t been interested in doing that to Phantom for a while now”.

His dad giving a truly pained and awkward laugh that’s closer to a wheeze, “the town does, uh, need the, er spook”, blinking, “but you’re for sure right”.

Mom frowning and nodding a little, looking to dad, “if Phantom really is our boy- other us’s boy, then yes. I doubt I could recovering from doing… that”. Dad just nodding immediately and vigorously.

Danny actually kinda wants to vomit out of sheer relief… and anxiety, mostly anxiety. Them just being concerned instead of angry actually just makes him feel guilty on top of nauseous. He is absolutely not backtracking shit all now though. Absolutely not. He is in too deep to this bullshit to yank on the bulls reigns and change course. He’s locked in on this dumbass idea now. Never back down never give up. Oh wait nope, yeah, yeah no, yeah… he’s almost definitely going to vomit here. Oh Ancients. If he fucking keels over and vomits he’s gonna worry them so nope, naw, swallow and bear it self, swallow and bear it.

Mom sighing at his dad before looking back to Danny, “so… Phantom came here, from another timeline, to… protect this Amity Park from getting destroyed by ghosts?”, humming and tapping her chin, staring at the floor, “perhaps the circumstances of Phantom’s death resulted in an Obsession focused around ensuring the survival of Amity Park?”.

Danny tries not to flinch at his Obsession getting wildly mislabeled, but eh, that was kinda? close? to protection? He’s absolutely not outing his Obsession properly, even thinking about that is making the nausea actively worse.

His dad humming to but looking up at the ceiling instead, “that’s be a pretty wide range Obsession, oh whatever”, snapping his head back down to Danny, “so, you believe the spook huh?”.

His dad doesn’t look mad, so he feels perfectly okay-ish saying, “uh, yeah? Yes”.

His dad nods really firmly at him actually before smacking a fist in palm again, “well if my boy believes it then so do I! And! There’s sorta kinda proof! And it explains so much”, gesturing a little ridiculously, “why the ghost is even in Amity so much! Being a sorta hunter because of course a Fenton fights ghosts! The weird familiarity with our tech! And that weird one time the spook called me dad!”. Ah fuck, he thought his dad had never actually noticed any of his little early days slip ups. Ugh.

Mom looking to his dad judgingly, “Phantom called you dad? And you didn’t question that? Jack!”. To be fair, Danny had also called mom ‘mom’ as Phantom, she just apparently didn’t notice. Huh. Weird. Usually it wasn’t his dad noticing something she completely misses.

Dad shrugs, “what? I just thought it was because I’m so dad shaped, you know?!”.

Mom sighing, “okay well”, looking back to Danny, “so Phantom, is you?”.

“From a different timeline and totally definitely not this one nope Definitely not that would be impossible ha ha his timeline was like totally really screwed think like everybody everybody died and stuff”.

The look she gives him absolutely makes his stomach do aggressive flip flops, but she sighs, “yes I could see if Amity went, all of the actually competent ghost hunters went first, there wouldn’t have been much else the rest of the world could have done against the likes of Vortex or that Pariah ghost”.

Danny wheeze, “ha ha yeah”. It was true though, everyone would have been so screwed.

His dad goes bugged eyed, “he’s an orphaned Fenton! I will not stand for that!”, and just… bolts out the goddamn door.

Is… is he going to try and find Phantom? To what? ADOPT THE GUY! Oh Ancients, yeah no. EuGH. Danny wheezes a little and then, “blegh”, vomit spilling out of his mouth, down his neck and shirt, and onto the floor a little. Maybe this was a bad plan.

His mom jumping a bit and grabbing the semi-dried towel out of his hands to basically clean him off for him. “The powder must have gotten into your system some”, her swallowing, “and I suppose this has become a slightly stressful conversation”, sighing, “I wi- would have liked if you hadn’t lied to us though”.

“Heh”. Danny swallowing harshly after a while, tonguing the gross texture off of his teeth a little, “so, uh, what’s dad doing?”.

“Probably force adopting you. Other you”, she tilts her head, “this is going to get confusing”, blinking, “it’s already confusing”.

Danny glaring and grumbling a little, “welcome to my life then I guess”, muttering quieter, “another me running round playing fisticuffs with stuff straight outta goddamn nightmares”; he’s got to sell this okay? It’s not his fault lots of ghosts look vaguely to highly like nightmare fuel.

… wait, his dad’s probably not even going to come home ‘till he ‘finds Phantom’, that or when he comes home he’ll be super bummed and Danny will feel bad. Whelp, at least he’s decent at duplication now? Right? Ugh, he wants to bash his face off of the table… or throw up again.

Danny sending off a currently invisible duplicate, while his mom rubs her forehead after having disposed of the towel, “how does that ghost have not a single spooky bone in Its- his body if he’s related to hunters? Expert ones at that? And he wasn’t even that good at ghost hunting at first either, how did that happen”; she.. she actually looks genuinely slightly offended.

Danny starts coughing immediately, “um, what? What does that mean?”.

She gives him a bit of a judgemental look, “sweetie, Phantom couldn’t scare a kitten. He faceplants into walls. You’re more capable than him, with him coming from a time full of ghost invasions he should have some skill”.

Well, uh, she is right, but she doesn’t have to be mean about it! “I, uh, I think, it was more running and basic survival than fighting?”.

She throws her hands up a little, “still!”, then furrowing her brows, “though wait, what happened to all the other Amity park citizens turned ghosts? Surely it wasn’t just you? Yes perhaps your contamination makes you more likely to become a ghost, but still”.

Danny absolutely one hundred percent has an excuse for this actually! “There were others but that whole ‘don’t remember their lives clearly’ thing? Phantom remembers just fine. No one else”. He thinks ClockWork did mention that Sam and Tuck become ghosts in Dan’s timeline, but followed normal ghost rules and effectively only had hazy memories of their living time.

His mom frowns a little, muttering, “because of the contamination”, before smiling slightly and eyeing Danny, “well, I think I like that answer actually”. Danny can only cough awkwardly.

Meanwhile… duplicate Danny, in Phantom form of course, finds his dad. Blinking at the man invisibly from around a building. How… how should he even do this? He can’t just approaching him! That would be suspicious. And there’s no ghosts currently for him to run off and fight, with his dad following right behind to confront him dramatically. Maybe he could coax Val into chasing Phantom’s hide around some? Er that would probably result in his dad outing Phantom as being Danny… a different Danny anyways. Val would see through that bullshit so fast, since she actually knew halfa’s existed.

He.. could just pretend? to follow his dad around? Hiding out of sight at the last second but not quite fast enough to avoid being seen? Yeah yeah, let’s go with that. So Danny commences operation ‘Suck at Sneak’, just actively being terrible at being a ghost.

Him sticking his very visible head over roof tops, around light poles, out of dumpsters, a mail box one time; while his dad just sort of… runs around Amity Park? Danny makes a point to look confused and worried, you know, make his dad think he’s concerned about his weird ass behaviour.

Of course his dad notices him all of once, gets over excited, and nearly rams into someone’s car. Danny made sure to pop out no where near any cars the next time, the last thing anyone needed was more money being added to the Fenton Tab.

Danny hiding around a billboard when his dad shouts, “you loved us and the town so much you ripped yourself into another time stream to protect us!”. Oh man he so doesn’t need his dad just shouting that crap around town! Wes was bad enough already and he didn’t need anyone taking that kid seriously.

So Danny pokes his head back out, over the billboard and gives a very awkward, “what do you mean, citizen?!”.

His dad beams like he just won the lottery or something, this… this was not how he imagined this going. Jogging over and huffing a little, “so my boy totally spilled the beans! You’re”, titling his head and laughing a little, “well him! But not him! But also him! But defiantly not him!”; and then scrunches his face up.

Danny making a point to chuckle, “um, don’t hurt yourself?”, shaking his head, “I have no idea what you could possibly mean, citizen”.

“Oh don’t be like that”, and then his dads got a gun out, great. Well, it’s not actually a gun, just the Jack o’ nine tails; Danny… Danny just lets it catch him honestly. He’s giving up.

Danny laying on the ground caught up in the thing, “really? I thought we were past this sort of thing?”.

His dad actually looks happier as he bounds over, “you didn’t even try to avoid it! Because you knew what it was and that it was totally non-harmful!”, tilting his head, “well sorta”, then grinning at Danny again, “you’re coming back to Fenton Works, back home, mister”.

“Uh. What? Why?”, Danny glaring, “is there gonna be an invasion”. Remember self, Phantom shouldn’t know why Jack Fenton wants Phantom to ‘come over’.

“Ha ha! Nope! I simply won’t stand for my kiddo being kinda homeless! Other world-y stuff or not”; and just starts dragging Danny off with him.

Back with original Danny and his mom, the two looking to the door when his dad bars he’s back in, hoisting ‘Phantom’ up like he’s a kitten. Phantom blinking, “I have so many questions”.

Mom puts her hands on her hips, “did you really just let a ghost hunter drag you to their home? ‘Cause, no offence Jack dear, I know Jack didn’t really explain”.

“Eh no worries Mads! But I totally did!”, dad looking to Phantom, “right Phantom-boy”, then frowning, “that doesn’t work nearly as well as Danny-boy, drats”.

Both Phantom and Danny cringe, he fully agrees. Phantom floating slightly away from dad, eyeing mom, “uh, yes?”, then glaring at Danny, “what’d you go telling them for? I told you not to do that, man!”.

“I panicked!”.

“Why?!?”.

Danny glaring at… well at himself really, “why do you think? Or are you blind now?”, and just gestures exaggeratedly at his fucking stupid ass white hair.

“Oh shit did you die?”.

“No!”.

Mom putting her hands on her hips, “language”. Phantom glancing around awkwardly like he was trying to pretend he did nothing wrong. She shakes her head, “an invention just messed with his hair colour, made it like yours and a few too many things click, mister”.

Danny holding up a hand like he’s in class, “like I said, I panicked”.

Phantom pouting, “well you coulda picked something else to say”.

Danny making a point to sound unimpressed, “dude”.

Dad pouting a little right back at Phantom, “but then we wouldn’t know. I have a new, or another however it works, son to embarrass now!”.

Phantom screwing up his face, “Dear Ancients no!”, turning on mom desperately, “please stop him!”.

She quirks an eye at him, “I’ll think about it”, softening a little, “only if you explain why you didn’t just tell us yourself. We’re your parents, surely you’d know we’d accept you, other timeline situation or not”.

Dad holding up a finger, “technically we’re not legally his parents”, and just open mouth grins at them all.

Danny blinking, “oh Vlad will cry”, if his folks actually put in adoption papers, or whatever, for Phantom, ol’ Vladdie will give himself a migraine for sure. Phantom’s grinning matching quickly, “oh my zone, yes”.

Mom shaking her head, “well I have no doubts now”; making both boys blush; or one boy really? Man maintaining a second body like this was legit kinda confusing. Mom looking to his dad, “but yes I suppose we can simply officially adopt Phantom, Vlad is nearly as familiar with ghosts as us, so it’s unlikely he’ll find the idea of alternate timelines bizarre”.

Dad cheering immediately, throwing his hands up, “YES!”. Both Danny’s facepalming and groaning.

Like yes, he doesn’t feel nauseous anymore, or even nervous really, this pretty much couldn’t have gone better. But still! This was just embarrassing!

Phantom smiles a little, before looking awkwardly at mom, “as for the, well, why? I’m a ghost, that’s really all there is to it. You guys hunt ghosts and gives peaches about how evil and dangerous they are and how they can’t possibly ever be trusted and I had no reason. To think you’d actually believe me. It just wasn’t worth the risk, um, sorry?”, and tilts his head a little at her.

Her frowning sadly, “I’m… I’m sorry we made you feel that way. Your previous us or this current us. But I understand, especially because you’re still a kid, were still a kid”. And… and his mom ruffles both him’s hair. Danny just eyeing her with annoyance while Phantom acts nervous and eyeballs her hand. Dad bounding off to do paper work that didn’t involve prototyping for a change. Her humming, “the… glow changes the colour quite a bit up close like this and your hair does move differently”, dropping her hands and giving Danny an apologetic look, “guess accusing you of being Phantom was a little absurd then”.

Phantom looking to Danny and quirking an eyebrow, “really?”. Danny just shrugging back at himself.

Mom giving Phantom a look, “to be fair, technically, you are him, sort of”, her brows furrowing a little, “an impression at least, it’s close enough”.

Phantom wincing a little, because Danny absolutely wants to get across that he so does not like the ‘less than humans’ way his parents saw ghosts. Phantom looking away and glancing around the inside of the house like he was inspecting it, “so, uh? What’s happening with this”, twirling his hand just kind of generally around, “whatever thing, Jack dragged me here for?”.

“THAT’S DAD KIDDO!”.

Phantom wincing again, “not in public!”, then grumbling, “and I’ve kinda gotten used to the first names”.

Mom shaking her head, “well you shouldn’t have. It’s mom and dad. In public too”, and nods curtly to herself, “the town can just believe that we’ve changed our turn on you and decided to take you under our wings as a little hunter, ghosts or no”.

Danny blinks harshly, “Wes is going to loose it so bad”.

Mom scoffing, “oh he can deal with it, it’s a miracle that boy hasn’t given himself a stroke”.

Both Danny and Phantom chuckle and speak in unison, gotta sell the ‘same person but not literally’ thing, “too true”.

His mom blinking before shaking her head, “yeah okay, I guess that’s bound to happen”. Both him’s shrug, hey at least there was no reason to not just… act entirely like himself around his folks as Phantom now though. She eyes Phantom some more, “so tell me, where have you been staying? How have you been replenishing your ecto? You better be doing it enough since I know someone-”, glaring at Danny then looking back to Phantom, “-forgets to eat a lot”.

Danny grumbling to himself incoherently while Phantom fidgets, “oh you know, here and there? Around?”. There was nothing like basically telling your parent that hey! I’m homeless! And also maybe sometimes hiding in your attic/rafters… or ops centre in this case. She doesn’t exactly look impressed. Phantom rubbing his neck, “and Amity has a really solid supply of free floating ecto so”.

She sighs, “now yes, but before? You’ve been here nearly since the portal first opened”. Phantom just shrugs at that. Making her sigh again.

Dad jogging back over, papers in hand, “I’m gonna go give these to V-man!”.

“Jack no, they have to be filed properly, give them here”.

The man pouts a little but does as he’s told, looking at Phantom and Danny, “wow we really should have guessed other time kid a while ago, ha!”. No, not really. Since that was bullshit. Dad tilting his head at Phantom, “did you know where our portal was going to open so that’s how you showed up so fast? Did it open to the same spot in your timeline!”; he looks a little jazzed by the entire idea.

Phantom just nods rapidly, pretty sure there was no other way he could possibly explain it.

Dad grinning a little more, “oh man I can’t wait to hear more about your timeline, what kind of cool stuff we came up with!”. Mom shaking her head at him then looking at the Danny’s, “it might actually be good if you know what, well, what your us’s did to combat the stronger ghosts, ghost invasions, what did and clearly didn’t work”, and smiles a little sadly at Phantom specifically.

Phantom speaking monotoned, because why the heck would he liked to talk about how ‘things went wrong’ or be even reminded of that? “Amity didn’t last long enough to see singular really strong ghosts. Skulker, Desiree, Spectra, Aragon, those vulture guys; are a lot more dangerous that you guys give them credit for”, frowning, “and the FrightKnight, Pariah, they weren't survival-able”, rubbing his neck and muttering, “still surprised I survived that”.

Really, Skulker was pretty much only ‘non-dangerous’ because he focused all his time in Amity on Danny, the guy spent his entire life and death hunting, trapping, and killing/ending things. Desiree nearly destroyed Amity as it was and only stayed away cause she didn’t like Danny. Spectra also hated Danny now, and he doesn’t want to know where every teenager being severely depressed would have ended up. Aragon would actively still be a major threat if it wasn’t for Dora. And Vlad’s vultures goal from the start had been to literally kill his dad, they only stopped because Vlad discovered Danny’s halfa status. The FrightKnighr Danny mostly beat by dumb luck, nowadays it was strength too but eh. And Pariah… Danny really shouldn’t have remotely vaguely won that shit. He wouldn’t be surprised if ClockWork had twisted things around for him or something.

Mom frowns, “you didn’t expect to win?”.

Phantom fiddling with his fingers while Danny shakes his head at his mom, “it was a very very stupid suicide mission”. He had told his friends he’d be fine, but uh, yeah no he wasn’t stupid. Nowadays he’s got the kind of power to kick just about anything’s ass at least, a round two against Pariah would still be awful and only vaguely survivable.

Both of his parents, unsurprisingly, yelling, “Phantom!”, chastisingly. Mom shaking her head, frowning at him, “was that situation really that bad”, sighing, “I know we didn’t really have much of a plan at the time but surely-”.

“Pariah is borderline the strongest ghost in existence a thirty on the ecto scale with a death toll well into the trillions Amity was a mild annoyance and just a stepping stone to him there’s nothing you could’ve made or done nothing anyone really could have even the ghosts are terrified of that guy for a reason the ghosts literally in mass locked him in a coma just to save their own existences and they’re way more durable and strong than living folks”. He… honestly sometimes still had nightmares about what that man could have done.

Danny covering Phantom’s mouth to ‘stop’ him rambling, really sell how bad things could’ve been or gotten and were. Danny eyeing his parents awkwardly, “people who don’t need to breath can ramble for hours”, and has Phantom glare at Danny, before floating back away from the hand and sticking out his tongue at Danny. Lightening the mood? Check. Hopefully.

They both stare, mom licking her lips a little, “how did you survive”. Dad scratching his head very stiffly, “glad you did tho”; mom nodding immediately.

Phantom blinking owlishly, “uh, mix of other ghosts helping, like Skulker and such, luck, the whole stealing your strength enhancing suit since that didn’t exist in my time, and maybe the concept of time playing favourites?”.

Both of them blink and say, “the concept of time?”.

Danny chuckling a little, “this guy who controls the fabric of time keeps an eye on Phantom and has a soft spot for him”.

Phantom rubbing his neck, “to be fair, I am totally in the wrong time stream sooooo”. Dan was literally ClockWork’s ‘responsibility’ because of the same thing after all, so technically if this bullshit was actually true then ClockWork would be keeping an eye on another timeline Danny.

Dad tapping his chin, “well I suppose there would be a ghost with a thing for time, since the zone can connect to different times”, shaking his head, “must be a powerful fella”.

Phantom grumbling, “yeah you try fighting someone who can make you stop moving or undo your movements”. Danny isn’t remotely surprised Phantom gets whacked one, honestly the only reason ClockWork didn’t whack the real Danny was probably because it would mess something up. That something probably being this entire lie thing. Phantom spinning around in the air and rubbing his head, “hey ow! You jerk!”.

Phantom continuing to grumble at thin air while his folks eye Danny expectantly, at least they’ve seemed to just assume Danny knows Phantom well without questioning that, “like I said, keeps an eye on him”. His dad lifting up a gun and giving him a little ‘please?’ smile. “Dad no. No fighting concepts”.

Dad gesturing at Phantom, whining a little, “but he fights so called ‘concepts’?!”.

Phantom spinning back around and blinking, “but I’m already dead”. Dad just waving him off like that doesn’t even matter. “Please don’t, Ja- uh dad?”.

Annnnnnd yup! That totally works to distract the man. Dad beaming, “dad is right, Phanny!”, frowning, “that doesn’t work either”. Everyone had cringed. “P-boy?”.

That gets everyone shouting, “NO!”.

“Phant-o?”.

Danny shrugging, “that’s… better”. Phantom scratching his hair, “sounds like Fanta with an o, but I guess?”.

“Phant-o it is then!”.

Both Danny’s just groan.

Mom shaking her head before moving to grab Phantom’s wrist, “anyways, let’s get you a room set up”, eyeing said wrist, “and maybe you can explain how you inverted this Danny’s jumpsuit and made it safe for you to wear”.

Phantom blinking nervously, “what oh you don’t need to-”.

Mom glaring a little and basically tugging the ghost through the air to the stairs, “don’t even think about refusing, our kids live under our roof, and we expect you to at least be here for supper every day, and I will expect an explanation if you’re not”.

Danny laughing at the groaning Phantom while following them up, dad bounding after, Danny smirking, “just accept it, man. You know as well as I do, literally, there’s no point”. But how the heck is he going to maintain this! He’s going to have to spend so much time ‘supporting’ a duplicate. If this was years ago he’d be so screwed.

Phantom grumbling incoherently for a bit but does help get the spare rooms door unjammed, “boo”, sighing a little, “and, uh, mom, I just… pushed my energy into the suit and it worked, same as I did with the thermos and other random Fenton Tech”.

Dad vibrates a little, “you have Fenton Tech specific powers! So cool!”. Oh man there is no world where that’s not an embarrassing idea, he’s pretty sure that’s not the case either. Danny groaning and Phantom blushing furiously.

Phantom coughing, pointing at Danny, “is he stuck like that?”.

Danny flips Phantom off when his folks aren’t looking. Dad laughing awkwardly while starting to shove stuff around, “ah yeah, whoops?”.

Danny sighing, “it’s fine I guess, school’s going to be hell but whatever”. Dad just shrugging apologetically at him. Sure Danny could just dye his hair but who knows how that’ll interact with all the ecto in his hair, not to mention the maintenance.

Phantom shrugging, “well no one there will be accusing you of being me at least, since no one wants to look like Wes”. Both Danny’s snickering at that.

Mom shaking her head a little, “I’m sure no one will think anything of it after a while, now come and help move things, all Phantom should be doing is telling all of us where he’d like everything”.

Phantom muttering quietly, “this is so weird”, before shaking his head. Sort of following after the real Danny as he ‘helps’… helps set up a second goddamn room for himself basically. For a himself that his parents do think is this himself. Ugh.

This… this was going to bite him in the ass one day.

End.

Prompts: Invention gone wrong, changes him on a physical level The Fentons manage to adopt Phantom- without revealing his identity, how does Danny deal with this? Danny's hair somehow (by ghostly or humanly means) becomes permanently white and he struggles, but ultimately succeeds, in keeping his secret identity as Phantom.

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nanami and his video game gf 𓂃۶ৎ⠀(unedited:,( also idek where this idea came from just kept writing my bad)

“Once again, I don’t entertain myself with that sort of… calibre of content anyway. It is for children.” Kento is saying to Yuji as they stroll through the garden, the pink haired boy nodding in blind agreement, arms behind his head as he grins. The lake is wide and stretches out beyond the training camp with the other sorcerers, night sky simply a canopy for the two discussing their day. Kento seemed to grow closer to Yuji as the year went on by, a sort of mentor-student-father-son dynamic going on. At least, that’s what Gojo described it as.

“Yeah, I totally get that Nanamin, but you gotta try it before you bash it!” Yuji is punching the air in boyish excitement. Nanami holds the urge to sigh deeply and roll his shoulders but he simply nods a bit stiffly. He didn’t understand the new lingo thrown about when Gojo and the others would appear by his side, peering over his book in quiet interest hidden by a raised brow.

“It’s not only the best game of the season this year, but it’s won tons of awards and—“

“Video games can be addictive if played too much,” Kento chimes in smoothly, stepping suavely over the large rock in the paved pathway. The cicadas buzz quietly, and he noted how nice it looked that evening, small ripples of the lake water gently crashing against the pebbled rocks by the foot of the bridge nearby. Yuji shrugs unbashedly.

“I dunno, Nanamin, your girlfriend seems to like the game a lot.”

Oh.

Right. His girlfriend.

Kento loses the slight chip in his walk, blinking behind his goggles as he processes Yuji’s words, attempting to keep his walk smooth. Yuji is grinning. Kento notes to keep change the break time schedule, since that smile is eerily similar to Gojo’s.

“I.. know.” Nanami replied a little quieter, the small hint of pink on his ears not going unnoticed. Yuji grins a little wider and hums, feigning pure innocence.

“Yeah, man. She scores high every time on the leaderboard too. Beat mine and Toge’s. And Toge plays a looooot more than us all combined.” He sings, catching small glances to the tall blond whose mouth twitches a little.

“Does she now?”

“Yeah, she told me it’s her favourite game.”

“Right.” Nanami says shortly. A lot of questions weighed on his mind.

Maybe the game wasn’t too bad. You seemed to be okay with work and video games.

“You should come watch us all play sometime. Y’know when you’re not doin’ boring work stuff.” Yuji offers. Nanami is trying his hardest not to soften visibly at the memory flashing in his mind, his lovely girlfriend’s head against his chest as you both laid out on the couch, lamp dimly lit, illuminating the room, and you’re smiling up at him.

Playing video games.

“Well, she should cut down her hours. It could interfere with your missions.” Nanami opts for a response. Yuji shakes his head with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Will do, Nanamin.”

And it keeps happening.

Nanami will sit down on the leather chair by all the other Sorcerers, unamused by whatever Todo and Gojo are laughing at on their phones, opening his book, tucking the bookmark in his pocket. Yuji bursts in with Toge and they connect their switch or, whatever it’s called, to the TV. He’s about to get up and leave when the hype music plays loudly from the screen, but Yuji opens his mouth.

“Ohh, look! Nanamin’s girlfriend is online right now! I’m gonna invite her!”

“No.” Kento said a bit too quickly. Damn it, why are you playing video games when you told him you had an entrance exam to study for? His slightly narrowed eyes flit to the game on screen but Yuji is grinning and spamming the invite button. Gojo gasps.

“Oh, girlfriend you say? Oh, this is perfect! Add me! I have my switch too. Do look after my phone, Todo.”

“For christ sake.” Kento mumbles, reaching for his phone to text you. The white haired man, theatrical as ever, sighs blissfully as he connects his switch and leans back, smiling behind the blindfold, legs outstretched.

“Oh yeah. Watch and learn, Itadori. TheStrongest3ver is here. You do have me added don’t you?” Gojo asks smoothly. Toge nods.

“Yeah I do. Hey, Nanamin, can you tell her to join? She carries us every game.”

“No.”

“But why? Please? There’s a season finale badge I wanna win and she—“

“She has to revise for an exam. Why do you have my girlfriend added on your game anyway?” The blond man bristles. Gojo grins.

“Oh this is too good. Itadori, send me her tag!”

And just like that you’re on the game. You’re playing, and as a character that looks like a business man in a suit with a briefcase as a weapon. Your digital character is jumping up and down. Kento, for the first time, watches from the corner of his eye.

“Oh, she has aim bot. A hundred percent.” Gojo says under his breath. The game has gotten a bit more intense now, and even though Nanami has no clue what’s going on, by the looks of it you are playing pretty well. Gojo has leaned forward now, arms on his knees as he concentrates.

“Yes! Yes, get his ass! Nanamin, your girlfriend is a sweat!” Yuji exclaims.

Whatever.. that meant.

Honestly, he didn’t know how to feel. He tried to keep his love life private. Tried very hard. It just happened to be the one time he forgot he had Gojo on his messaging app, he changed his DP to a photo of you both…

And within the next week they had managed to find your profile on social media as well as the cafe you worked at.

“Yeah, how does failure taste?” Yuji cackles when Gojo is muttering under his breath, fingers moving quickly against the controls, slender hands gripping the controller a bit too harshly. Nanami can’t help but revel a bit in this.

Yuji groans and leans back. “Yeah, I’m done. She’s still going. What the hell?”

“Cheat. She’s cheating. Check the wifi, Yuji.” Gojo mutters, probably furrowing his brows behind the blindfold. Nanami is watching the screen as your supposed username glows on the screen with a trophy beside it. Gojo inhales sharply and covers it up with a huff of a laugh, putting the controller aside. A bit too harshly.

“So weird isn’t it? The controllers are so dodgy today. We should get them fixed — Todo, don’t click on that app—“

Yuji and Toge debate on how you managed to win single-handedly with a shit weapon. Nanami flickers his gaze to the username and to their faces. Huh.

He then smiles a bit when you then reply to his messages, phone vibrating on cue.

Y/N 🩷 : hey baby!! sorry i was just working through this question for my exam :) i’m free to talk now if you’d like ?