#I USED to have a switch I could mod but literally the day before I tried doing anything with it it bricked itself

[yoshistory]

Kind of wish I still had a switch I could mod so I could make littleforestfellow into a villager

[sae1549]

Head canons of the companions: Sfw/// Nsfw

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Very random head cannons for the companions + Halsin

Shadow Heart:

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•If she were to get her nails done she would get stiletto nails that are black chrome.

•I feel like she would argue with you about who gets to cuddle with your shared animal.

•She used to be an emo kid.

•I could see later if she does not become shars Dark judiciary she would change her style to something with cottagecore undertones.

•She loves to give you flowers.

•She also gets over her fear of swimming and now it is an activity she looks forward to doing with you.

•Always cold.

•Would love to have kids.

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•She is a switch, but prefers to do the work.

•But if you are the top best, believe she expects the princess treatment.

• Her favorite body part would have to be the stomach and thighs.

•She would be willing to have an extra partner in the bedroom, but she is mostly referring to Halsin.

•She is skilled with her hands.

•She loves to listen to all the sounds that you make.

•Very good with aftercare, either getting a towel to clean any fluids or getting water and a soft blanket. So that the two of you can cuddle and relax.

Astarion:

—Sfw—

•He loves his hair being played with.

•He also loves laying on your lap when you are reading.

•He hums when he is reading or “looking into the mirror”

•He often asks you to describe his face because he cannot see it. And if you can draw he will bashfully ask if you can draw him, mostly to see how you view the way he looks.

•Once you get into a relationship he becomes a softie only to you.

•He wants to try and knit or crochet but has no idea how to.

•He likes to hold your hand, or be at least touching you all the time in one way or another.

•He loves soft blankets and will wrap himself up in one before sitting in front of the campfire.

•Does not want kids.

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•He loves the predator/prey kink. Especially if you're willing to have your blood as the reward.

•7.5 inches. (19.05 cm) All ima say

•He loves to lightly drag his fangs down your neck before he bites you.

•Thigh guy. He can appreciate all body types, but something about plush thighs makes him want to sink his teeth into them.

•He always likes seeing your face, but not opposed to other positions. He just favors seeing you.

•He is a very caring partner, always watching and adjusting what he is doing so that you are enjoying it too.

•Man is absolutely amazing with his hands.

•Overstimulation plays a big part in your sex life, he would make sure you came 3 times to every one time.

•He likes to whisper into your ear how much he loves you while deep inside you.

Karlach:

—Sfw—

•Cuddling is a key point for relaxing

•Most of the food she likes is spicy.

•She is also very into Mead, and hard liquor.

•She always looks intimidating but literally the minute she starts talking she is the sweetest. This throws off everyone when they meet her.

•Very protective of everyone in camp. But I also want to see when fights happen.

•I believe that she has lifted Astarion by the middle of his shirt when he gets a little blood thirsty.

•She can dance like it's no one's business.

•She is the biggest flirt!!!!!!

•If you are a girl she calls you “hot mama” in passing or “hottie” as a male.

•Will forget what she is talking about in the middle of a sentence.

•Works out at 5 am every day, often going with Wyll and scratch.

•Loves kids.

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•Top

•Big mommy Karlach

•She loves sweet soft sex.

•Totally an ass girl. She will spank you any chance she gets. Sexually or non-sexually.

•Her tail is sensitive and loves when you touch it.

•Same with her horns but at the base of her horns.

•She would want to cuddle with her partner after finishing.

•She would also be great with after care, checking to make sure you are okay and that she didn’t burn you. If she had she would go into full freak out mode. Getting you anything and everything she can to make sure that it heals well.

Lae’zel:

—Sfw—

•She would be elated if you brought her a sword as a gift.

•often sighing when she was not involved enough in conversation.

•She has back pain, often asking for someone to walk or crack her back.

•Stretches often.

•Likes to work out as well, but does it around 4 to avoid everyone else but will find somewhere nice to have breakfast.

•Does not like flowers.

•Will give you a massage if you are in pain, telling you that you have been working well.

•Very Jealous.

•Her best friend is the owl bear. And you of course.

•Bae’zel

•Wants kids

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•Possessive

•Very forward with what she wants.

•Rough sex all the way.

•Likes Ass. But will never outright say that.

•Likes it when you call her name.

•Likes being kissed.

•If you have a tail she likes it if you wrap your tail around her in some way.

•Low key freaky, but nothing too extreme.

•She likes to cover your mouth if you are being too loud, as she does not want anyone to hear how well you are getting off.

•She is not very good with aftercare. She will give you water though.

Gale:

—Sfw—

•ROMANTIC

•Wants to go on a picnic with you so bad.

•He prefers eating Gloves over shoes for his magical artifacts.

•When he is lost in thought, if you are also a wizard you can see bits of weave around him. Mostly circulating his head and hands.

•He loves reading and finding new books. Will even go out of his way to talk to withers to see if he knows of any more interesting books. Sometimes withers will give them to him to read. When he gets them back there are many dog eared pages. With different nice notes for Withers.

•He writes all over his books. He even gives you one that was enchanted to tell a different story that he loved of you each time the book is opened.

•He wears glasses when he gets older.

•DILF.

•Wants kids but is scared of having any thinking he wouldn't be any good at it.

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•8 inches.

•Magical, loves to incorporate magic into your sex life.

•Mage hand?

•Boob man. Does not matter the size as long as he can suck on them.

•He is amazing with his hands and his mouth. Those spells are not easy to pronounce.

•Loves to slowly undress you to build up to the moment.

•Moderately horny.

•Making love to you makes him feel like you are becoming one.

•Whispers praises to you.

•Also loves to be praised.

•Never afraid to initiate the act with you, going as far as to pulling you away from the camp to enjoy eachothers company.

•Lovesssss to hear you moan, it makes him sure that he is doing everything correctly and well.

•Breeding kink. Goodnight

Wyll:

—Sfw—

Such a sweetie.

•Loves to dance, and will ask you if he may have this dance even if there is no music.

•He would go crazy for a Bard at his side.

•Man can sing. And dance what more could you ever need.

•He is charitable. Helping anyone that he can, almost pushy about it sometimes. But he is purely doing it out of kindness.

•Karlach is his bestie. They love to shit talk Mizora.

•She would love to adopt Scratch if he could. But believes he would be better off with Gale or Shadow Heart.

•Loves drinking wine. Often getting wine drunk and giving you so many kisses you could suffocate.

•When you are sleeping together he likes sleeping on the outside incase anyone comes in he can protect you and worst case scenario you can escape.

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•8.5 inches

•He would be a boob man.

•Caring, and gentle.

•Loves getting heads, but is not opposed to giving it either.

•When getting head he would get too excited and fuck the back of your throat.

•Loud, will get very embarrassed if anyone happens to hear him.

•If you were on top and used his horns as leverage he would go wild.

•His favorite position would be missionary, so he could be closer to you and hold you in his arms.

•Needs to feel needed, often will ask for intimacy. But does not always mean bone and be done. He likes to take his time and enjoy each part.

Halsin:

—Sfw—

•Literally the sweetest man.

•Want to be the rock to everyone, and loves if anyone comes to him asking for advice.

•He would become everyone's therapist, but to talk with him he will also teach each person how to whittle a figure while talking. This leads to an excess of carving statues, surprisingly Lae’zels is the best. Making an owl bear that she let Halsin keep.

•Is basically the doctor, everyone going to him when they need healing.

•Often will find an area where he can be one with nature in the morning.

•Loves to cook, always making sure to feed everyone else before himself.

•He is a lightweight drinker. And will baby a drink for hours before finishing it.

•Likes going swimming in his bear form.

•Often going into his bear form when he is sleeping.

•Take baths in nature.

•he will hand pick flowers to give to you so that you have something beautiful from mother nature.

•Chews on pencils.

•Tests your food after Orin shows up at camp, he would rather him getting hurt than you.

•Wants kids, he would be such a good father!!!!!!!!!!

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•HUGE DICK im talking 9.5-10 inches.

•He is big and he knows it. Making sure to prep you well before doing anything.

•He will split half and half when he does it in bear form or in his normal form as long as you are okay with it.

•He is a thigh man.

•He loves stretch marks, kissing them, running his finger tips over them. He just loves them so much.

•Amazing with his hands.

•Speaks in a way that's like honey dripping from his lips. (Very sweet)

•Animalistic when doing the deed.

•Freaky, and i mean like freakyyy.

•Does not care if anyone within a 10 mile radius can hear the two of you.

•Doggy style is his go to.

•He is not opposed to an extra partner in the bedroom, hell he enjoys to the fullest as well. Everyone involved is being satisfied does not matter how long it takes.

•Aftercare is top tier!!!!!!!! He is going to sit with you for a few minutes while he heals any of the wounds that may have been afflicted while everything was happening.

•He cleans you up, and sits you in his lap while he strokes your hair. Swallowing you up in his arms and chest.

•He will want to go over what happened later on after you have recovered. To see what he can improve, what you liked and what you didn’t like. Every detail is saved in the back of his mind for another time.

•Horny ass man.

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This was so fun to write. I’m not the best with writing about smut but I did my best.

[pitch-black-angel-of-death]

I took a moment to listen to the mechanical click of your breathing, slow and shallow as the heart monitor zigged and zagged irregularly.

We both knew the dangers and even if it was harder for you to form your sentences these days, its what we both want. The hum of the Brain Modding Interface became louder as it mapped out the regions of your brain one by one. Iodine dripped from my hands as I waited for the brain map to complete and I looked over the stainless steel tray filled with tools and the chip, still in its sterilised packing sleeve.

It had been two years since the last time I dove so literally into your mind and rewired it, plugging in the Physical Integration Grouper, which was a revolutionary device at the time, allowing brain modders to add more chips than ever before. Prior to that you only had one chip as it was determined your brain wasn't robust enough for more directly. I hadn't fitted that one though, you'd had it done in Tekkers, the district known for back alley doctors, and you suffered from the jitters for two months afterwards, a common side effect of chips wired to the wrong area of the brain. Before you had gone out and got it done, even I didn't know you were that dedicated.

I should have seen the signs though, I would bring you back enormous orders of greasy noodles and curries which you tip down your mouth one after the other, not even savouring the taste anymore and rather than listening to the groans of your stomach, you'd ask me if you had had enough. You would be crying out in pain from how stretched your belly was but still wanting to pack more in. I loved to see you grow so I would keep bringing back more and pushing you but even I couldn't watch you cry like that, great heaving sobs as your stomach threatened to bring all the food back up. But after you got the jitters, I made you promise to ask me to mod your brain in the future. I needed you to grow just as badly as you did, and I knew the jitters would make that hard, as the condition was known to burn up calories, bringing much thinner modders into the danger zone. Luckily with my five years of enabling beforehand, you were a healthy 455 lbs, but still you lost a worrying 37 lbs in those two months. The chip had been working though, switching off the compulsion to vomit and reducing the chances of doing so almost to a nil.

The Brain Modding Interface's hum slowed again and the unit made a pleasant musical tone as the map of your brain was complete. It showed in a dulled-out green areas of your brain that had atrophied, and none were too surprising. Since I had plugged in the Physical Integration Grouper you had gained 250 lbs in just two years, a feat that few can accomplish without sacrificing something. You were just a couple of pounds away from 670 lbs now but you had been at a plateau for two weeks at this point and it had been driving you insane. You had been whining all day for more food than you could eat and I'd been adding extra weight gain powder to no avail. It was time to mod again, it was obvious.

Still, it was stark seeing proof that areas of your mind were going offline. Speech was obvious to anyone who tried to talk to you, your favourite words were 'hungry', 'more' and 'obese' and you would use little else as you shambled around the apartment. Movement was another, you only walked between the front door to collect orders, the bedroom and the bathroom these days so that was to be expected. Pain response was one that was only obvious to me. It was impressive, the power of a small chip, but it had been doing its job. Along with moving the nausea chip to the Physical Integration Grouper, I'd plugged in a chip that reduced the production of fullness hormones and a chip known in modding circles as an optimiser, which reduces the amount of calories needed for bodily operations and I realised quite early on it had turned off your pain receptors. You would override the feelings as long as you could before the modding so it made sense the chip would do away with pain altogether.

But now it was time for this new age of gaining to be ushered in. I lifted up your synthetic hair, and used a tool from the tray that releases the access port door to the Physical Integration Grouper. I smiled, seeing the blue lights flickering next to your three current chips, all online. It's well known that adding more chips after the fact can cause older ones to malfunction, but so far, so good. Beneath the unit your brain pulsed and I reflexively went to caress it, just as I had your pudgy face through the jitters. I quickly took my hand back, I knew that as little interference with your biological brain as necessary was key so I took a deep breath, something you definitely couldn't manage, and turned to the tray and opened up the vacuum sealed chip sleeve. With the micro tweezers I brought the chip over to the Physical Integration Grouper and plugged it into an empty slot, only two more slots left in this Grouper and though I knew you will beg for a bigger unit in the coming years, I knew it would break you. Your brain was never all that robust, I mean, people with healthy minds don't act like this, do they? You would rather eat than breathe, rather die than go longer than 30 minutes without food. Was it my years of manipulation or were you born this way? It didn't matter, you weren't going to change now.

I flicked the minuscule switch on the edge of the chip and the Physical Integration Grouper drove the integration spines deeper into your brain. Your breathing spluttered and your heart rate bounced up to 160 bpm and I held your soft shoulders as your giant body shuddered. My orange iodine stained hands fell down to your chest, grasping at the flab and rolls under your moobs. Your heart was pounding and I looked up at the monitor and it was now going at 270. I squeezed your body tightly as black and silver forks of data ran through your brain, my hands desperate to know the intoxicating feeling of that lard forever. I willed your body to take the chip and looked back down at the Physical Integration Grouper. An orange light pinged on next to the chip. I let out a sigh of relief and watched your heart rate slow to a safer, if unsteady, pace. The oxygen mask had slipped a little so I gently recentred it and tighten the strap, the elastic digging into your bulging cheeks.

This job was meant to be done by groups of surgeons, but no licensed doctor would agree to what you wanted, no, needed. So it was up to me to do this by myself. I looked over to the Brain Modding Interface and began typing on its keyboard, blood, iodine and your sweat coating the keys as I entered the commands for the correct regions of the brain. This one had cross over with the optimiser chip which the Brain Modding Interface helpfully flagged with a large red warning as I input the region codes. I had told you this was possible before I even ordered the chip but you had whined through mouthfuls of pizza, managing to say eventually that you didn't care. In fact, I think it turned you on because you ate a lot faster that evening, despite the lard on your arms making it hard for you to feed yourself these days. You were the cleanest you had been in months today, I had scrubbed you clean of the splatters of sauce, splashes of grease and crumbs of carbs this morning, but still you stank already of the sweat between your folds.

I stood back from the Brain Modding Interface and held down your shoulders as again the Physical Integration Grouper drove its integration spines into your brain even deeper. Your cellulite-dimpled thighs rippled as your body shuddered with each black and silver fork of data splintering through your brain and your round sausage fingers tensed and relaxed. Again your heart rate climbed and I held my breath, as well as your side rolls, feeling how slick with sweat they were. The blue light next to the optimiser flickered orange for a couple of beats of your heart before glowing blue again and then a blue light came on next to your new chip. I grinned. There's no way you wouldn't gain now this mod was live.

I closed the access port and patted down your synthetic hair and began cleaning up while watching your vitals go to what was healthy for you and waiting for you to rouse from the anesthetic.

You had complained that there wasn't enough hours in the day to eat, so with the help of this little chip, I had just reduced your need to sleep from ten hours to digest all that greasy junk you gulped down all day, to only two hours. My heart rate quickened, I didn't need a monitor to know that, eager to begin watching you glut yourself for 22 hours a day, for as long as your body would allow. However, I already had plans to improve those odds.

Your eyes flicker open and you're back in your reinforced bed, drool down your chins from all your dreaming of food and flab, the only things you care about. The sun is dipping behind the Corporation's Wellness Tower, and basking the room in an orange glow, though the irony is lost on you.

"Hungry, really hungry," you croak.

"Of course darling," I say, already by your side with a weight gain powder infused cake, mounted with cream. "Now open your mouth and your recovery can really begin."

And just like the robots owned by the wealthy, you do as I command, wide mouth, waiting. But unlike those robots, your eyes roll back as fattening cream is spooned down your throat, inhuman grunts come from your frantically chewing lips and your lard ridden thighs twitch, horny for what is to come...

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for talking about how happy I am that I switched medications and discussing side effects I had?

CW for mention of eating disorders and vomiting

Sorry if that question is phrased weirdly.

I (F24) am in a fandom Discord server with about 50 or so people in it. I'm friends with a few of the people in the server, but the rest are just sort of acquaintances that I sometimes talk to.

We have the usual non-fandom areas for talking, sharing pictures, a vent channel, etc. There's also a sort-of vent channel that's more for discussing life stuff and getting advice.

We were talking about medications for depression/anxiety and I basically said "Yeah I used to be on SSRI's but stopped because of a few specific side effects, and then when I finally switched to a non-SSRI and realized that it was MASSIVELY fucking with my appetite to the point of causing severe binge eating issues."

The person (who was asking if we had experience with any meds) asked what I meant, so I told them how obsessed with food I was, how I would wait until my parents went to bed (I live with them because fuck this economy) and then go around the house looking for candy, I could eat an entire bag of chips in one night, and one night ate so much candy to the point I got sick and vomited.

I told them that once I started Vyvance for my ADHD the issue improved quite a bit (turns out it's used to treat binge eating disorders), but now that I'm not on a SSRI my appetite and relationship with food is actually normal.

I'm not constantly thinking about food 24/7, I would actually feel full after eating a meal, and I'm no longer having extreme cravings for sugar and salty stuff. I don't have an obsession with taking all the candy in the house and eating it in one sitting, I can just... Leave it there and have some the next day.

I also mentioned that because of that, I've lost 50lbs and I no longer get out of breath just from going up the stairs, and my chronic ankle pain is SO much better to the point I barely notice it (I fucked it up when I was younger). I also no longer have high cholesterol, and when I go outside in the summer I don't feel like I'm going to die.

All of this was put under a cut, with a CW for eating disorders. The person I was talking to basically said "Holy shit thank you so much for letting me know"

I sort of forgot about it afterwards, but a few days later I went onto Discord and saw that the server was gone. I thought Discord was glitching out, but eventually messaged a friend (F20s) who's also in the server and asked her what was going on and if something happened to the server.

She said no, and was confused as to why I wasn't in it anymore. I didn't leave it on accident, it was just... Not there. She sent me an invite link, but it said the link was expired.

She messaged one of the mods (NB28) and asked them if anyone else was having problems joining the server/it disappearing, and they told her that I was permanently banned from the server.

She asked them why, and they said that I was banned for fatphobia and promoting an eating disorder.

She asked them how I was promoting an eating disorder (since I literally talked about recovering from one), and they said that it was because I was discussing weight loss as something positive, which I guess to them automatically = anorexia???

My friend, without me asking to, told me that she tore the mod a new one and called them a dumbfuck for thinking me no longer having binge eating issues and feeling healthier after losing weight is even close to promoting an eating disorder.

Context: My friend literally has anorexia, so she's familiar with how eating disorders work.

The mod then told her she and I are both fatphobic pieces of shit, and banned HER too. The mod in question has posted multiple selfies before, and they're not even fat. I'm like twice the size they are, even after losing weight.

AWTA or is the mod just on some kind of weird savior-complex powertrip?

What are these acronyms?

[amethystamanda]

Historical Gigs: Midwife/Suggestions for others

These are sets of odd jobs that your sims can take on the side to make some money or help out in the community. I haven't seen any specifically historically-based ones, so I decided to make some.

Currently, there's one set, with plans for more. There's also a form linked below to give suggestions.

These are rabbitholes only.

MIDWIFE GIGS:

Why I chose this one to start: I've heard stories all my life about my own great-grandmother, Aunt Rachel, who would be called out of bed at literally any time of the day, any day of the year, to get in a tiny boat to head out to help a woman give birth. She would be gone for days, leaving her own family behind so that another one would hopefully have not only a new member, but also keep the mother/wife/daughter that they already had.

A general historical career option for women, throughout most of history, going back literally thousands of years. I tried my best to be fairly non-specific in my language so that it should cover most eras. There's reference to 'the Lady' and 'the young maid,' both of which should be fairly generic, I think.

There are 5 different gigs at present, with different recommended skill levels. I chose parenting skill, as that deals with children, and I would assume most midwives would historically have been mothers, grandmothers, etc. They will also gain a tiny bit of parenting skill at the gig.

Male sims can't see these gigs, since it's historically specifically a woman's profession. Teen sims can see some, but not all, since I would think experience would be expected for helping the Lady than for lower level gigs.

The customers vary by gig--a man looking for help for his wife (he may not be married, but he should be a male sim), a woman, or a child/teen. If you don't have enough sims in your save, some may be generated. No babies will be born as a result of these gigs.

The length and pay vary. Not all gigs will show at once--some prefer higher levels of experience/a higher reputation. They're available on the phone or computer (assuming your computer shows Odd Jobs, I can't guarantee it will work on all cc computers), and presumably anywhere else Odd Jobs show, if you have a mod to make them show up elsewhere.

They're available whenever Odd Jobs are available, I haven't altered that, even though a midwife would be called out at all hours of the day and night. They refresh daily. There is a delay before your sim leaves--they should leave at the start of the next hour. That gives them time to gather their supplies, put on clothes that are easy to clean or that they don't mind not getting clean, tell their eldest daughter to mind the children, etc.

At present, the longest is, I think, 12 hours. In reality, a midwife may have been gone for days or weeks, until the mother could manage on her own/arrangements were made. That was what they did. But it's not really realistic for most people's aging to have a sim gone in a rabbithole for a week. I'm also not sure what would happen if you switched households--I think they'd be gone until after you switched back, and then they'd just continue where you left off, which would be okay for a few hours, but not so much if it's going to be days. They also would often go without pay other than the room and board that was provided, or be paid in food/other goods, but that's also not something that would reflect well in game.

Some of the endings of the gigs aren't pretty. A failure for a midwife is a failure for more than the midwife, and I did not pretend otherwise. Feel free to skip this one if you can't/don't want to face that. Some of the endings are happy, and you should see more of these if you pick gigs that match your sim's skill level. There are two happy and two sad endings for each gig.

DOWNLOAD:

You NEED Island Living. That's where odd jobs come from.

The customer filter file (amethystlilac_HistoricalOddJobs_CustomerFiltersREQUIRED.package) is required. It will be used across multiple types of gigs to determine who the customers are. You WILL get errors and the job picker won't open if you don't have that file.

Choose whichever of the other files you want in your game. Currently that's only Midwife.

Download: http://simfileshare.net/folder/224340/

SUGGESTIONS:

I am open to suggestions for gigs. Otherwise I'll end up only making gig I want to send my current sims on, which is limited by what they're doing at the moment and my imagination.

Submit suggestions here: https://forms.gle/D9WwFALr91H4P5XW8

No google account is required. It's open to everyone.

I'm going to be honest: paying patrons would have a higher chance of having their suggestions happen. As I currently don't have any paying patrons, I won't be making a post for that at this point. If that's something that interests you, you can sign up here: https://www.patreon.com/amethystlilac

Recommended Other Mods to Complement These:

By @midnitetech, Odd_Jobs_HideMaxis. Hides the game's odd jobs so that custom odd jobs are much more likely to appear. Only use this is you don't want to also use EA's odd jobs. Available here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/mini-mods-69172769

By Ilkavelle, Odd Jobs Unlocked For Children. Not currently useful for anything I have, but likely in the future. And the One Time Jobs for Children and Teens that it works with is another possible source of income for some historical saves. Available here: https://ilkavelle.wixsite.com/simsquest/post/one-time-jobs-for-children-and-teens

UPDATES:

Nov 10, 2024: The customer filters file has been updated to blacklist special sims from Life and Death and from Lovestruck. The midwife gigs file has been updated for behind the scenes reasons that have nothing to do with mod function. You don't need to redownload that one.

[smolthealmighty]

Spinaraki Week 4 Day 6: Save

A Crack in the Wall

When Kurogiri is woken from his slumber and makes a surprise appearance on the battlefield, everyone rightfully begins to panic. But he isn't the one to change the outcome of this fight, the person he drags along with him is... and he isn't even conscious!

There were many plans that had to be changed, backups to backups that were implemented, but Kurogiri’s portal appearing in the Sky Coffin and dropping a braindead Spinner onto the ground before going haywire around the area was not a “planned for” scenario.

“Yes!” gloated All For One as he watched the heroes expressions turn from determination to horror, many panicking as they got caught and relocated around the death trap by the erratic portals.

“It’s just as I’ve told you pathetic heroes, the deck is stacked in my favor!” He turned and used his ward’s power to throw yet another amorphous mass of fingers and hands at his opponents, Spinner’s unresponsive body now in his sights, “It’s always been stacked in my favor!”

And that was all the villain could say before his body suddenly burst apart.

The visual could only be likened to that of a butterfly ripping its cocoon apart, desperate to break free. And from the ruptured cocoon of All For One rose Tomura Shigaraki, liberated of his master’s possession and using his first unrestricted action to dash towards Spinner.

Still in shock from the rapid changes in fight’s pace, it took Deku a moment to spring back into action and he quickly used blackwhip as an attempt to restrain Tomura. Unfortunately, Deku seemed to have underestimated Tomura’s determination to reach his destination as he didn’t stop running and Deku was swiftly yanked off his feet and dragged along the ground, only given respite when Tomura dropped to the ground himself to pull his ally into his arms.

“Spinner what the fuck happened to you?! Say something!”

Deku unburied his face from the dirt just in time to see Tomura place his hands on his ally and… stay still and wait for something to happen?

“What are you trying to do?” Deku demanded incredulously.

“Apparently your job,” the villain snarked back as he scanned the battlefield, pausing long enough in Eraserhead’s direction for Deku to realize that his teacher had regained control and was preventing Tomura from using his quirk. Tomura snarled in frustration before whipping his head towards his former caretaker and screaming, “Kurogiri help! Block Eraserhead’s view, get him out of here! I can’t cast healing on Spinner while he’s using his quirk!”

“Healing? What healing?” Deku asked, genuinely baffled at the concept of the most destructive villain he knew having new healing abilities, “Since when could you heal?”

“Since I decided to take the overload of quirk mods out of my player 2 and switch it out with my master’s regeneration quirk until he’s freaking stable!” Tomura shrieked, his red eyes flashing with an intensity that made Deku realize this really wasn’t some weird All For One clone anymore, this was the real Tomura Shigaraki, the one he wanted to save but still had legitimate apprehensions for.

“My team doesn’t have healers, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get some kind of use out of my master’s garbage ‘quirk and vestige’ package deal. I don’t care how badly you wanna drag me backwards into the fray, you’ll either help me save my friend quickly so we can continue our fight or you’ll sit down and patiently wait for your turn to die!”

“Okay fine,” Deku agreed, “Mr. Aizawa, let Shigaraki do his thing!”

“WHAT?!” cried the dual voices of his enemy and ally.

“You want help with saving an ally, fine! But try anything else and I’ll enact every vengeful thought I’ve had about you since I saw my best friend’s body lying on the ground!”

“… Fair enough,” Tomura growled, deciding to keep a retort about how said “best friend” was literally undergoing surgery anyway to himself. He waited, and within a few moments that felt like hours, he heard the telltale sound of a warpgate whisking Eraserhead off somewhere else in tandem with the rush of his master’s quirk working to clean up the mess that was made of his closest friend.

The visual below him could only be likened to that of a reptile shedding their skin, ridding itself of dead weight and ready to start anew. And from the pile of hardened scales that had fallen off awoke Spinner, his blank eyes returning to their original rosy color as he blinked back into awareness… and then overflowing with tears as he began to sob uncontrollably.

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” Spinner blubbered.

“Hey don’t do that, you’re fine,” Tomura soothed, carefully wiping Spinner’s tears with his usually deadly hands, “What’re you even apologizing for?”

“I tried to follow All For One’s guidance, fill in the role he gave me so I could make your dream a reality. But I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t lead the team I was given. All I could do was throw myself at Kurogiri and beg him to keep you safe before it all went to black. Even with all the extra mods, I still couldn’t follow through on my end. Should’ve known that potato head was lying when he said ‘everyone can be somebody’s hero’, because I sure can’t!”

While Deku recoiled in shock at the subject of heroes being brought up now of all times, Tomura merely sighed, then leaned back just enough to take off the red cloth wrapped around his neck before closing the distance once more to bundle Spinner within it. Noticing someone shift from behind, Deku chanced a glance and saw Mirio looking shaky yet restrained. He hoped he’d be able to ask what shook him up later.

“Well, you’re right about All For One being full of shit. Still, haven’t I told you before? You don’t need to have every skill maxed out, and you don’t need to apply half a dozen strength mods. You don’t need to do anything grandiose or push yourself into a role that you can’t handle. Your loyalty and friendship are enough. It’s helped me through every fight we’ve been in, and didn’t you just admit that you powered through a quirk overload to free Kurogiri for my sake by sheer willpower? You’ve already saved me, you’re already my hero.”

Spinner let a few more tears drip down his face as he listened to the praise, then he let his body relax fully into Tomura’s embrace, using his snout to nuzzle his friend’s face with Tomura gladly returning the gesture.

In the background, Deku watched as Kurogiri settled down with the help of his old friends, pro heroes began to band together to treat each other’s wounds, and his fellow students milled around providing aid where needed. As the silence stretched on and the full weight of what everyone had witnessed was processed, that the villains who were labeled as most monstrous were capable of extraordinary compassion and tenderness, all who had considered themselves heroes turned inward to reflect, unsure of where they could or should go from here.

For Deku however, he saw what he needed to see, the missing piece that took his wavering resolve and solidified it. With his nerves steeled, he crawled over to the pair, and with a hand reached out towards them, opened his mouth to speak.

[b1llyl3nz]

hiii! can i have cutesy dave x reader headcanons? thanx so much!! have a great day and stay safe :D

i switch favourite characters like every 2 days, dave is currently my fav. live laugh love dave >:)

(this is a draft from aggeesss ago that i forgot to finish, sorry)

♥ it would take dave a while to get used to physical affection

♥ when he does he gives you a lot of back hugs and forehead kisses <3

♥ he still blushes a little though

♥ if you can't reach something on a high shelf he'd tease you about it before helping you

♥ tries to act all cool at first but ends up being a massive dork and he's being all sweet and romantic

♥ he's only like that with you though, he has to keep his "cool guy" act up

♥ just generally teases you a lot to see you get all flustered (he thinks it's adorable)

♥ you could talk about literally anything you're interested in and he's just sit there and listen

♥ even if he doesn't understand what you're talking about

♥ loves spending time with you, doesn't matter what you're doing

♥ he would draw stupid shit on you when you're sleeping

♥ looooves annoying you

♥ like, he'll say your name 10 times to get your attention, just say "hi" and then run away

♥ likes to just chill and play games with you or listen to music

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live laugh love dave <3 - mod luna/ jane

[sysmedsaresexist]

So

Here's the deal.

I have officially resigned from SN.

Here's my message.

@Moderator I am giving SN my resignation.

You've got until the weekend to figure out a public reply before I go ham.

This isn't about me, it's about my frustration over defending all of you.

I actually haven't been directly named yet. I could literally walk away unscathed, but my heart hurts so much and I am filled with so many emotions that I feel like I'm going to burst. I am internally imploding.

Keeping quiet has made me physically ill, I have lost twenty pounds, I have ongoing shingles from stress (the stress being unable to deal with strong emotions with no outlet), I am feeling ashamed of myself, who I am, how I handle things. I am full of guilt and self hatred over my feelings. Why can't I just be like you guys? Why can't I just let it wash over me and move on and ignore it?

I question everything I post and say now.

I am once again a child being told that everything I feel is wrong, that I'm wrong.

I'm not blaming any of you for that, but my mental health is falling apart.

Part of my healing was embracing my anger and not being ashamed of my feelings, and venting them honestly and openly.

I'm fifty feet back in my journey, and back to hiding and killing my thoughts and emotions.

I haven't switched since April because I'm so scared to let anyone else out that I can't control.

I'm not like you guys, I can't let this continue.

I love you all, so much.

Everything works out in the end, even if it's not how you expected.

Good luck, see you all on the other side.

Bois

I can't wait to make these people look like the fools they are

I can't wait to point out everything about all of this drama

I can't wait to show Sophie how fucking off the mark she is about all these accusations

I can't wait to drop screenshots of the two members that are complaining (yes, because there's only two, out of OVER 300 members) acting like absolute CHILDREN

I can't wait to state the real stances of mods on some of these topics so we can clear the air

To the members:

I am so happy to have met all of you, the community YOU all created is amazing, and I'm grateful and so honoured to have been a part of it. I have never met a group of kinder, more understanding people in my life, and I hope each and every one of you achieves your goals ❤️

I know a lot of you are going to ask why, wondering what I'm doing, but what are we supposed to do? What do they want from us? What's going to make it stop? None of you deserve this, and someone needs to point that out.

Let's cover the big ones

Was SN involved in the banning of Sophie? No. The server only opened that same day.

Was SN involved in the second banning of Sophie? No. That was only two days later, we still weren't fully open.

The few members in the server show complete confusion over her banning, and rules were added that first day that those involved in harassment or false reporting would be banned.

Was SN involved in the banning of eeveecraft? This one is actually hilarious because you'll see that no one knew who the hell eeveecraft was. It's genuinely hilarious the number of, "who?" Like, wow, you're really not that important.

The Sophie bot: it was a handful of uwus and a joke about balloon popping, THAT'S IT, I am LITERALLY looking at the members being upset over one of Sophie's posts at the time, members venting hurt and fear and upset, extreme frustration, struggling with feelings of powerlessness, and someone made a joke, and I'm looking at apologies and rule updates FROM BEFORE SOPHIE EVEN KNEW ABOUT IT

One user made a post and mistakenly or accidently implied it was still happening, but they weren't even in the server at the time it happened. It was not months of rping and harassment. I am still pissed about that post.

It was one person, one night, get over yourself

While watching the SN mods live rent free in Sophie's head was funny, it's just annoying now. Sorry one of the members did something dumb. Can we have apologies for all the baseless accusations you've slung our way, and the ACTUAL months of harassment?

SN harbouring a pedo?! Mods were very open and honest with members during the event. Multiple announcements were made as we investigated. We spoke with members about their comfort. In the end, the accusations were unfounded, confirmed to be false by the alleged victims themselves. We did our due diligence and we supported our members. There are zero safety concerns.

Their real name?! It wasn't their deadname, HOW THE FUCK WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW, WHAT WERE YOU SERIOUSLY THINKING WHEN YOU LEGALLY CHANGED YOUR NAME TO THAT, WHY

Also, see a therapist, your obsession with that person is TERRIFYING and you genuinely need to talk to someone

My past relationships: thank you for dragging that into this, low move, it's not like I had just gotten the situation to calm down and I was finally able to relax, but you're known to react before hearing both sides. Trust me, the damage was mutual, and I can't talk about it because I'm being blackmailed. That person has my name and address. To them, go ahead, post it, let the community decide if it was one-sided and if I blew off my apology.

[glowyjellyfish]

Narniapocalypse: Round One, Spring, DeBateau (part two)

I just ran through about a day so I could test whether various mods were functioning. Turns out Sell from Inventory wasn't working (I suspect the problem is that I also had the Born Salesperson version in), so I made the DeBateau household a farm stand. The Institution sign STILL wasn't working, and I discovered after I quit out that I NEVER ACTUALLY INSTALLED the extra files for it, I literally just downloaded them. Finally, it became increasingly clear that Mod Ur Dig wasn't working, and I was POSITIVE I had installed it... but I never did, apparently. This is what happens when you have multiple different game setups and try to install the shiny new mods in multiple game folders at once. I seem to have installed it in a couple of old-timey gameplay folders but forgot to put it in my medieval game. Okay. That has now been corrected, and I did what I could for all the other issues.

Meanwhile, I had Justin travel to The Woods to see if he could sell the map he dug up to anybody, and when he couldn't, I let him meet some other SimCity refugee teens an go fishing for a bit. He's not attracted to Miranda Capp, but likes Jules O'Mackey!

This day was the inevitable slide into misery for everybody, as the toddlers got increasingly fussy with lower and lower hygiene, and the moment Tara used the toilet bucket and gave herself a spongebath and then went to try digging a little in the rain... she got struck by lightning. Eventually, I caved and bought a cheap washtub for the lot, just so the toddlers could be bathed. Of course, the kids who were still doing fine on hygiene immediately beelined for it. I may keep it in somebody's inventory until it is needed.

I think I'm going to allow all households to keep the $500 I gave them as emergency funds to start with, rather than setting them to $0 as would be story-appropriate, because I'm just not skilled enough and/or didn't plan in advance well enough to cope with $0 starting funds. I AM going to have the elf king demand his 40% tribute out of their entire remaining funds at the end of each round, and switch to 40% income for future rounds. If Sell from Inventory works, I may shut the farm stand back down and only allow that.

I also did a little more age correcting--the mod works, but I wanted to adjust the teens' ages since 1 Day = 1 Year has teens from age 13-22 (technically 23), and I didn't want any of the teens to be starting over age 18. The mod wanted Justin to be 20, but I made him start at age 14. He's 16 now on day/year 2. Currently, Tara is 15, Sofia is 11, Sally is 9, and Marcus and Etsu are both 4. The toddlers will be aging up in 2 more days, and so will Sofia. It does go fast with this mod, doesn't it? Luckily, I made a backup of the hood before I really got started, so if the whole thing goes way too fast, maybe I'll start over with Gestation-Base Aging installed instead!

I'm going to make another attempt at playing tomorrow, and hopefully it'll all work smoothly and I can just play.

[kichimiangra]

Going into the new year batching and complaining about something I like (because I play digimon world next order on my switch during holidays when I get stressed or tired and just want to pass time)

-Koromon's forward facing eyes upset me. This tiny predator will eat me in my sleep I know it...

-Tyranomon needs bigger eyes on his model. Make him kawaii.

-I should not be allowed to recruit Grapleomon as early as chapter 2. I should not be allowed to just go to him and lock out all other evolution options except the one I want that early in the game. That should be a "Just before the final boss" kind of service.

-Himari I love the outfit but where the fuck were you going dressed like that¿?¿?

-(Too used to Guilmon's elmo voice from the dub to get used to Yukimura's deep intelligent sounding voice)

-okay so we doing a "pushed your digimon too far dark evolution" plot with Kouta and Yukimura and though I appreciate trying to be unique by not using Megidramon you just used Skullgreymon again. Clearly the only evil dinosaur you could ever use.

-Himari, it's nice to know your backstory of having no mom and two 2nd grade twin sisters that you are basically substitute mom for and that's why your worried and wanna go home, and imagining them hungry makes you sad but like you never said you didn't have a dad. I'm sure he's at least leaving saltiness crackers out for the ankle biters while worrying about your disappearance?

-(So used to the pronunciation "Machine'DRUH'mon" that I get angry everytime Jijimon called it "Machine'DRAY'mon")

-there is a pc port of this game and like zero modding scene. Like most of the mods are just changing the title song "Accentier" and switching it with "Brave Heart". I was hoping for like model swapping digimon using models ripped from Cyber Slueth and adding them over other models or like custom outfit mods for your player character but at best it's like a color pallet swap and I know mods are hard but still... disappointment.

-speaking of the player costumes why are they dressed like that? Mostly the girl. Ur hood isn't attached to you clothes. Your wearing a onsie with wierd panties that look like a skirt but they're so tight they're crawling up your ass. WHERE WERE YOU GOING DRESSED LIKE THIS?? Is this like Adventure 02 where the digital world gives you new clothes, which would explain Himarri but if so why is Kouta dressed like he's going to chess club?

-in some of the artwork for the girl player she's shown with Palmon and Biyomon as her partners and though superfluous it would have been a nice touch if that carried over into the game instead of both players starting with Omnimon's parts.

-I like the carnevoir vs herbevoir storyline in Oguino Wastelands but it's kinda wierd that you learn Rosemon was being sweet talked into leveling the wastelands by Myotismon because he's a real-estate guy and then the two upon recruitment are stationed right next to eachother and there's no dialogue to follow that up. Infact you recruited a LOT of digimon from both factions and there could have been a 'Two Spiderman pointing at eachother' event right in the city.

-I hate how the upgraded Floatia looks. I miss DW1's restaurant that was literally walking into a toaster oven. Now I'm just walking into a restaurant.

-Stardew valley style daily "Request board" would not be out of place or unwelcome in Floatia.

-I hate the name "Floatia."

-devs, putting big batteries and circuit board patterns everwhere doesn't make it feel digital worldy :(

-people complaining when their two digimon get out of sync are strait up fools as being a day or two out of sync is OPTIMAL statgrinding! Let the Mega carry the fresh baby through hard fights and get them stats! You'll have a rookie with Mega stats in no (ingame) time!

-Spoiler: Luche's Identity as the leftover data of the possessed kid's digimon partner is cool and I like it but Luche seems to care more about the player being their ONNI-SAAAAN than reuniting with their tamer and that feels like wasted drama for such a good set up.

-I don't want to send a townie digimon on an adventure to bring back items I WANT TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE AND BRING BACK ITEMS! What I mean is, more minigames plz.

[rainmustfallts4]

Simblr Ask Game by Amelie

Original Post Here

Yes I know it's an ask game but these are fun to answer lmao

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🌸 What's your earliest memory of playing the sims?

My earliest memory is playing Sims 3 and visiting the future. I know that’s not actually my earliest experience, but my memory is very bad and this is the earliest I can remember. I definitely remember going outside the city and collecting parts(?) to unlock some spaceship or underground bunker. I forget.

💫 How did you discover the sims franchise?

I honestly have no idea lol Maybe just seeing it in the store and it seemed fun?

🍇 What was your first sims game?

Again, poor memory here lol I think I may have started with the Sims 3 base game?

🍦 How long have you been playing the sims?

Many many years lol Pretty sure I’ve been playing since the Sims 3 came out at the very least. So… about 15 years?

🧋 What is your favorite sims series? (sims 3, 2 etc.)

Sims 4 c: I actually hated this game when it first came out because it was so different from 3. I remember saying I would never get into 4 and would never stop playing 3 yet here I am.

🤍 Do you have a favorite sim created by you?

I’m honestly terrible at creating sims so I don’t have many that I’m proud of or really like. I have to say, though, I adore Bryon Rainhawk <3

🧸 Favorite townie? (any sims game)

Kiyoshi, Caleb, Vlad, Night Wraith and Morgyn Ember are my favorites c: At least that I can think of right now~

🍨 Do you have a sim self? If yes, do you play with them?

Tiger Rain, the sim you see in my Super Sim challenge, is sort of like me. But again, I’m terrible at making sims and every time I asked if she looked like me, people always said no. Eventually, I gave up and just made her a mix of me and what I wish I looked like. And yes! As stated, she’s the main star of my Super Sim challenge and I often use her in other challenges/scenarios.

🫐 How often do you play the sims?

I try to play every day. However, I’ve got commitment issues! I’ll be obsessed with one thing for months, then that obsession will switch to something else. So, right now, I’m obsessed with the sims and that's all I’m doing. Eventually, I will move on to something else for a few months, then something else and eventually I’ll make it back to the sims lol

🌱 Do/Can you relate to any of your sims?

I’m pretty boring, honestly. Though I do tend to make them similar to me in some ways, they live far more interesting and better lives than I do, even through all the torture haha

🐬 Favorite sims challenge?

I’ve only finished one challenge as of the date I’m writing this. I’ve attempted many over the years, some a few times. I can’t really think of any that stand out above the rest. Maybe the Asylum challenge?

👜 What in-game career would you choose if you were a sim?

Writer and Paranormal Investigator!

🌷 Which traits would you have if you were a sim?

Creative, geek, loves outdoors, loner, socially awkward.

🍮 Favorite thing to do in the sims? (Could literally be anything!)

In the game itself? Hmm, that’s a tough one. I’m quite fond of collecting things and trying out small, forgotten features that I’ve never done before! There’s so much to do in this game with all the packs, most of it overlooked.

❄️ Favorite in-game season if you own The Sims 4 Seasons?

Fall/Autumn, 100%. There is nothing better than red and orange leaves floating on a chilly breeze. And don’t even get me started on Halloween!

❣️ Do you talk about the sims with any of your friends/family members in real life?

No :( Sadly I only have a few people to talk to about it. They’re online and I'm not technically friends with most of them so we don’t talk often. Mostly, I just scream my thoughts about the sims into the void or at my vice-cultleader Meg lol

✉️ How big is your mods folder?

Very small. I don’t mind mods, but I’m the type to prefer games as they were intended. I only use the MCCC mod, some eyes CC, a uniform CC and colorful berry skins CC. I have been thinking about adding a taco stand and a tennis court, though.

☘️ Do you have any other social media where you post sims related content?

I started posting my content on WordPress. I’m not really sure where else to post my stuff. I’ve asked around, but people usually just say tumblr.

📱 What made you want to start a simblr?

WordPress has a limit on images. Because I play so much and take so many screenshots, I have quickly arrived at nearly 60% media storage. I’ll have to pay to increase it, which I may do I don’t know yet, so I migrated to Tumblr. I have no plans of leaving but I would like to find another place where I can post my sims content (without having to pay extra.)

[infinitethree]

Thank you, Lee! Apparently I'm just shit at explaining but I thought I was gonna have to quote someone else's explanation and just switch around names. Anyway excited to see you prove piglins have intelligence. Are you gonna do the same for endermen?

Also, rip my explanation of you-know-who, Lucid and Day. Looks like it got censored.

Lee squints at the air and makes a helpless shrugging gesture.

Then he remembers that, right, he’s obligated to answer now. That’s part of the deal of being a member of the Council; the perks come at a cost.

“That’s…complicated. For reasons you should already know,” he says, slowly, eyes flicking over to his Dad and Lucid.

The three of them are heading out to the bastion that Atlas regularly visits. Even as they crest the hill and see, he can’t help but note that despite some care being taken to clean up the area and make it safer…not a ton was done to make it nicer.

Along with them is Daz. After a semi-disastrous first meeting with the piglins, he had decided that he wasn’t ready to throw Lee into the deep end just yet…especially not when there were some notable stakes involved.

Not having to prove everything that Daz teaches him will do a hell of a lot to ease the process of learning from him. By now, Lee is confident that anything his teacher conveys to him isn’t just random shit he’s guessing at. Anything that he learns will have been tested to the best of Daz’s ability.

Convincing his dad and Lucid to let Daz come was surprisingly easy. Though it’s technically a bet, this is something that would ultimately involve them all as mods and/or admins. On top of that, Lee pointed out that Daz is very good at helping people.

It’s literally been his job for three years, after all. He’s likable and friendly enough that he could probably become, like, king of the bastion if he really put his mind to it.

There had been some light debate, but Lucid had said that it would be a good way to see how Daz handles an unfamiliar situation. Shocking events are the norm, after all.

It took pretty much every ounce of Lee’s shaky and fairly new acting skills to not burst into hysterical laughter at the idea that Daz was the one who wasn’t familiar with piglins.

Now that he knows the truth, it’s kind of insane how much everyone underestimates and dismisses Daz as the persona he wears in public. It would be insulting if that wasn’t the entire point.

Lee is the one leading the charge, though he hesitates as the piglins spot him. They don’t sem hostile– they’re all wearing obvious gold, though Daz’s is the least blatant. 

The piglin seems to perk up on realizing that it’s Daz, and puts their crossbow away to come over. They offer that greeting, and Daz does it back…though not as smoothly as before.

He says, brightly, “Piglins are really nice, actually. I think they really like my hair, and all the gold I wear! I swear I’ve heard a few make the same sound they make when they see gold. I think they kinda use it as a nickname…? At least the ones I’ve seen a few times before. I dunno, maybe I’m just memorable!”

The way he’s interacting with all of them seems to confuse literally everyone but Lee. He and Daz are pretty much the only ones who have anywhere near the full picture.

As they had planned, Lee fishes out a note and hands it over along with a handful of gold ingots. “I did some research and I think I found at least a partial dictionary. I’m asking for a bottle of water, some spectral arrows, some nether bricks, and a soul speed two book. Being able to read has to count as being intelligent, right?”

It’s not even a lie, but there’s another part to it– a request for them to understand that Daz has to play dumb, and an apology for not greeting them or speaking properly.

The piglin snorts, looking at the gold, and then at them. They seem to consider the offer, and then shake their head.

Lee frowns. He thought that he paid enough for that, though? But the piglin tries to hand the note and gold back.

Instead of taking it, Lee chews his lip. In the hopes that maybe this bastion is better at Common than the other one, he says, “We’re all mods, and that guy there–” he gestures at Lucid, “--is the admin. Uhhh…” he searches for the words, and hesitantly says them in what he hopes isn’t accidentally an insult.

The piglin straightens up, looking at them all more critically. They seem surprised, but not angry, so Lee continues, “We didn’t know you were intelligent. I’m only asking that you help me so that I can prove to them that you are. That proof will help– we can put protections in place, so that people don’t try to attack or steal from you. I don’t– I know know your language yet, I’m sorry, so I don’t know why my deal isn’t good enough.”

Frustration wells up as the piglin doesn’t give an overt response. They seem to think it over, and then grunt. They hold up the gold, and the note, and then do a motion that Lee doesn’t quite understand– the gold is lifted higher than the note is.

As he’s struggling to decipher it, Daz suddenly claps his hands. “Oh! Maybe you didn’t pay enough?” “But that’s four ingots, that’s how many items I asked for.” “Uhh…maybe by making a request, you’re asking for more. Usually it’s just, like– you get what you get. But if you’re asking for something, that must make it worth more, right?”

The piglin perks up and nods repeatedly.

Oh! That– makes a lot of sense, actually. He’s so fucking glad that he bought extra gold, just in case. He asks, “What are the new prices, then?”

The note is held up so that they can point to each item, and then a number of ingots are also lifted to show the prices. Arrows are bricks are still one, water is two, the book is five.

But he is asking a lot of them, as is Daz. He inclines his head and fishes the ingots out, along with an extra one. “As an apology for not understanding at first. Or, uh, a gift, if that makes it feel better?”

There’s a sound that seems like laughter, and the ingots are taken. The items are placed in his hands, one by one.

He beams and tells them, “Thank you! I feel like I got a very good deal. Separate from this, would it be okay if I come back after learning some more to try and better understand what would be best for your people? I don’t want to assume, or talk over you, but I also don’t want you to feel like we’re taking advantage of you. I want piglins to feel welcome in the server as well, not lesser just because you’re different than us. If that’s okay, I mean.”

There’s a wide smile and another nod, and then the piglin pats his head a few times. Then they turn to Daz, and ruffle his hair with what seems like more fondness. They point to Daz a few times, until Daz claps again. “Oh– do you want me to be there? Okay! I’m good at figuring stuff like this out. I really hope we can make sure piglins are given the respect you deserve.”

Daz waves cheerfully, then gasps and does a motion that Lee recognizes as a goodbye…just executed less angrily than the last one he saw. “Right, this is how you guys say goodbye, right? Thank you so much! It was really nice to see you, say hello if you see me again!”

It’s only after they’ve started leaving that Lucid sighs and says, “I’ve– definitely lost. That’s…how the fuck did nobody notice until now?”

Lee shrugs a little. “I mean…we didn’t expect it, so we didn’t look for it. We don’t look at ravagers or dogs to secretly have a rich society and intelligence, right? It doesn’t look like anything we would tolerate, so we dismiss it. And that assumption gets baked in and repeated, until it’s just taken as fact.”

He hears his dad and Lucid both stop. He and Daz turn around, and his teacher tilts his head to the side. “Lee is right, though. Just like how lots of people are weirded out by me because I don’t act like a typical Tommy, it seems crazy that we’d just– up and randomly realize that oh hey, those mobs we thought of as being kinda like animals that can do a neat trick are actually, like, super civilized but in a way we’re not used to recognizing as such. You kinda just see what you wanna see until given a good reason to believe otherwise.”

His Dad nods slowly. “I mean…yeah, but still. Atlas being able to get consistent trades should have been a tipoff to someone…” “Poor Attie is probably gonna kick himself over this,” Lee sighs, “Like, he thought they were about on the same level as villagers, so…”

“Wait,” Lucid says, horror suddenly dawning, “If this was under our noses– are there other mobs that are the same way? Or, uh, actually intelligent I mean.”

There is no way in hell that he can explain endfolk yet, especially because he can’t even approach them while supervised.

He fucked up the easy ones while trying to greet them. Daz doesn’t need to give him any warning, because he’s not dumb enough to out that secret while he knows even less than he did about piglins.

“Maybe? I’m not getting clear vibes,” Lee grimaces. “But we can probably rule out super hostile ones? I don’t think skeletons or zombies are gonna be able to do this, if there even are any others.”

Daz hums. “I feel like…if there are any, Lee is right. If you’re smart, you don’t try and attack the guys with swords and armor and stuff as just like, your normal way of doing things. I would probably look at passive, neutral, and even friendly mobs.”

The teacher who’s pretending to be dumber than he is starts to head back towards the portal, and laughs, “I’m really, really hopeful that axoltols have like, tiny villages underwater we’ve just overlooked! Imagine something that cute that be a really good companion…I’d have to set up a whole program of, like, partnering people with the little cuties!”

They trail after him and Day teases, “We’d have probably noticed that one by now. A bunch of people keep axolotls as pets, from what I hear.” “Don’t crush my dreams,” Daz huffs, acting almost like he’s pouting. “I will do my own research, thank you.”

Lucid silently shakes his head, probably dismissing the earlier show of insight as either a fluke or Daz just being naturally good at figuring this sort of thing out.

That’s the crazy part– how he can show intelligence to that extent and yet still play it off like it was all an accident.

If it wouldn’t raise more questions than Lee could answer, he’d give a round of applause.

Daz tilts his head to the side at the question, giving nothing away. “Claims…oh! That thing that Lee was telling me about, right? Where we give gifts that show we love someone…”

Day says, “You heard that too?” “Yeah! I guess ‘cause it also kinda involves me? Still weird to think I’m an admin…”

It’s not entirely a lie. A part of Daz still seethes about having been fucked up so badly because he was unlucky enough to be scooped up by the so-called-father.

Apparently Phil had found him on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, clearly abandoned and starving.

It would have been better for everyone if he had been left there to die. He already had blood on his hands then– whatever happened to his parents or guardians, they left him there alone.

The only two options is that they died because he loved them, or they realized he was cursed and discarded him like the wretched thing he always was.

Dying would have solved so many problems, but it seems like the universe just won’t let you die. I think it likes your suffering, Innit sneers. Or maybe there’s a god who’s enjoying your cycles. Every time the curse hits it gets more deadly.

There’s a long, almost pregnant pause, and then a near-croon of, I wonder how many you’ll kill this time?

A cold sweat goes down his spine. He can’t say he hasn’t been kept up by that thought– the knowledge that his love causes suffering, and loving him causes death. He’s woken up from countless nightmares of being surrounded by a sea of corpses, all of them staring at him in silent accusation.

But he can’t focus on that. He should keep his attention on the fact that, though this wasn’t addressed to him, it’s subtly calling him out.

Ribbons, bracelets, goggles, bandanas. All things tied back to his original reality…and mostly his once-mentor.

They would all be horrified if they knew that he had broken both halves of a claim between two admins. That he killed Dream, someone he loved like a brother, and destroyed the fragile tatters of his sanity even more.

Lucid’s brow furrows. “Tattoos, huh? I mean…at least that’s something that can’t be taken off. That should probably be used more than it is, right?”

A bitter laugh suddenly escapes from Day. Daz notes that a dark expression has twisted onto his face. “Taken off, no. Covered up…” “But it’s still there, under your clothes, right?” Daz tilts his head to the side in the other direction, like he’s not catching the implication.

“And under the coverup tattoo…technically. But not in any practical sense,” the immortal tells him. There’s a look in his eyes that makes something click in Daz’s head.

Ah! So that’s a huge part of why Day refuses to deal with the people who were once his friends. One of them must have had a tattoo covered up, and to an admin– especially one as ruined has Day had been– that was as good as telling him that they were enemies.

Doesn’t their entire group have one, though? So that doesn’t narrow the options much; realistically, it could have been any of them.

Still, he makes an appropriately stricken expression. “Oh Prime– Day, I’m so sorry, I had no idea!” He wraps his arms around the immortal in a hug, squeezing him tightly.

Day’s wings flare in surprise. “I– huh?” “Claims being rejected really hurts. It feels like your heart is being ripped out, every time…” he trails off, though he knows that it’ll raise more questions. “But you found new people who really love and treasure you. We’re kinda the same like that!”

“Who rejected you,” Lee demands, and Daz can imagine his eyes thin and wings poofed out in anger.

He ends the hug– Day still seeming shocked by it– and gives a sheepish smile. “It’s my fault. I wasn’t good enough…I should have been better for them. Only a bad kid would get rejected by their family, so…I must have been bad.” His brow furrows, and he repeats, “That’s the only thing that makes sense.”

As he wanted it to, what seems like understanding washes over both Day and Lucid. “That’s why you’re so– you got rejected as a kid, fuck, no wonder you’re so fixated on being good and useful!”

“I’m better about it,” Daz protests, frowning and pulling his limbs in close. He fidgets with his hoodie and doesn’t meet their eyes. “I– I know people get mad when I say that useful people are good, and so I have to be useful or I’m bad. I still kinda think it’s true, or at least it is for me, but Raine baps my head if he hears it. Or uses a newspaper, or something like that.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Lee staring at him in mute horror. He can guess why the pieces don’t add up, and he stammers like it’s to all of them, “But, uhm–! I think we did really good today, right? We’re gonna help the piglins, so–”

Lee sees Daz stutter on the word, “S– so, we should, uh, probably split off, right?”

He’s reminded of the threat from the Scribe, that someone else was just as smart as him and just as able to be entertaining.

The implications of that bother him. He’s still deeply disturbed by what Daz had said– and not dumb enough to dismiss it entirely.

It’s a weird detail to make up if it’s not true. And he’d already mentioned that he’d been rejected before.

But his own family? Fuck, no wonder he’s so…like this.

It makes him feel a hum of protectiveness that he’s not really used to. Daz isn’t helpless, but Lee doesn’t know how else he could possibly feel.

This is someone who has done impossible things for him, the most incredible of which have been kept secret from all but a precious few people.

Lee always felt fond of him, but that fondness has shifted to a full-blown urge to claim and protect Daz.

If anyone in Sanctuary needs that, it’s this person. This calculating, manipulative person, who has been cut down so many times that he refuses to exist in public without donning a mask to make himself seem harmless.

He knows, even without the vibes, that Daz wouldn’t be able to accept it right now. Maybe once Lee has had more time learning “alongside” him, though…

Flicking his wings out, he finally answers, “Of course. But you’re wrong that I care about everyone the same. I love some people more than others…something you should know. Admins pick favorites, and you’ve spent several questions making sure we know that more than we already did.”

Chin kicking up, he scoffs, “I feel like you’re going for some sort of angle here and I don’t like it. If you have something to say, say it.” His eyes narrow, and he adds, “Or can you not, because you’re being censored? Are you trying to say something you shouldn’t? Are you sure that there won’t be consequences for doing so?”

He sees Daz staring at him, the other admin clearly trying to understand why he’s responding so aggressively.

It takes so, so, so much willpower not to grab his shoulders and scream that it’s because Daz is being threatened, and Lee has been raised by a family and around people that would demand blood for such an insult to their loved ones.

No matter what Daz wants to allow for him to do, Lee has already decided that he’s one of his people.

As soon as he can justify it, he’s putting a damn claim on him to ease the gnarled mess of trauma that lurks deep in his teacher’s heart.

[fraeuleintaka]

I preordered the AAIC Checkmate Set!

This is the 4th post in the Ace Attorney Investigations Collection Countdown: 77 days left until release!

I did it! I preordered the AAIC Special Edition! It was surprisingly difficult because all the online stores my friends and I could find either didn't list it at all or already marked it as out of stock. It's not even released yet! Probably the number of promised copies for each store is so limited that they can't make more than a few available at once so it switches between being available for preorder and being out of stock as soon as that amount of preorders come in.

I set up an email notification on Meccha Japan to notify me when it's available and got lucky that it became such just shortly before I got up today 😄 So that's literally the first thing I did after waking up, I preodered it immediately! And good thing too because when I checked later today it was already unavailable again. You really have to hunt for this, it feels like!

I'm not sure if this will arrive on release day as it has to be delivered all the way from Japan but I'm okay with that. I still want the genuine physical release version from the West (even though you can play the Japanese game in all available languages). Since Investigations 2 finally gets properly released in the West I have to celebrate that! The EU only gets the physical version for PS4 so I'm going to import the Switch version from the US. (Once it's listed where I can order from...) Hopefully that will arrive in time!

But if not, I can still start playing on release day because I've also preordered the digital version for Steam! Does that mean I will have the same game in 3 different versions? Yes. Do I want it exactly like that? Yes! I'd love a mod for the Investigations Collection where you can still play Investigations 2 with the fan translation. I know we're finally getting the official one but I've played and adored this game with this translation for 10 years and it will always have a special place in my heart. It was on PC the very first time I played Investigations 2 and I will never forget it. Very likely the most emotional experience I ever had while playing a game. Ending the long journey towards an official Western release of Investigations 2 with playing it on PC as well would just feel right.

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Rantaro, Shuichi and Kaito with a s/o that can see ghosts? They’re just completely chill about it. So what would their reaction be if their s/o saw somebody important to the boys and they just don’t know it’s a ghost until they mention they can’t see them

Example:S/O sees one of Rantaro’s sisters

EDIT: just realized I misread Kaito as Kokichi for some reason ;~; I’m really sorry, I’ll be posting an extra imagine with this prompt for Kaito soon to make up for it. Sorry again! I am dumb

Ooh, this is actually a really cool idea! Thank you for the request anon, I wasn’t really sure how to incorporate the last part of the request since it would only really make sense with Rantaro, so I just did it for him and did regular headcanons for everyone else. Hope that’s ok!

-Mod Rantaro

Rantaro, Shuichi and Kokichi with an S/O who can see ghosts!

Rantaro

CW: Angst

- “Rantaro… do you have a sister?”

- He completely freezes at those words.

- …How did you know about them?

- His alarms immediately go off, and you can’t blame him for being a bit shaken up about it. It was a wild speculation, but if you were right, it must be a touchy subject. You’d been seeing a girl that looked eerily like Rantaro hanging around him ever since you’d met, and you couldn’t keep it to yourself for much longer. Your curiosity just got the better of you.

- He just responds with a simple “Why do you ask?” trying his best to hide his distress. It’s easy for you to see through his facade, though.

- You explain your ability to him, as well as the girl you’d been seeing near him for the past few weeks, and he wouldn’t have believed you if you hadn’t perfectly described what one of his sisters looked like. He immediately knew which one you were talking about, and his features darkened, eyes staring blankly at nothing in particular.

- …

- “So, she’s dead.” You know he’s trying his best to keep up his cool persona, but you can hear the subtle crack in his voice when he says it “Haha, guess I should’ve known. It was wishful thinking to assume she was just alive and well somewhere else.”

- He manages to get out a small chuckle before the impact of the sentence really seems to hit him. The pain in his eyes in that moment was something you wished you didn’t have to ever see.

- You begin to wonder if telling him was the right idea, but at that point, there really wasn’t anything you could do.

- You two just stand in silence for a while, as you watch the ghost girl cling to his side, looking just as upset as he does.

- “I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have told you.” You say, breaking the thick silence if only for a moment. He says nothing.

- “I don’t know how she died, but… if it means anything, she’s been staying at your side this whole time. Almost like she’s watching over you.” You pause for another moment before continuing.

- “She must really love you.”

- Words seem to escape him at that. It was something he already knew, but it was… reassuring to hear. He gave you a small smile in return.

- “Thank you.”

- He closes his eyes and tilts his head towards the sky, closing his eyes taking a deep breath.

- It was closure for at least one of them. Maybe not the closure he wanted, and there were still 11 more he needed to find, but he at least knew what happened to one.

- That didn’t make it hurt any less.

Shuichi

- This boy is absolutely intrigued by your abilities. Like, completely enthralled.

- He’d never been a believer of the supernatural (after all, as a detective, he’d been taught to only look at the facts and not “make believe”), but hearing you mention it as a one off conversation topic completely threw him for a loop.

- Were you joking? Would you even joke about something like that? He had no idea what to even think, and with your serious expression still staring blankly at him, his confusion only grew.

- With a lot of explaining and a few tests to show him your ability first hand, the initial confusion fades, almost immediately replaced with intrigue.

- What were the limits of your ability? How had you gotten it? Could you communicate with them directly? The detective part of his brain was switched on, and he just wanted to know more.

- The fact that you’d kept it hidden for so long wasn’t a surprise to him, it definitely wasn’t a normal thing for someone to be able to do, but that just directly contradicted how nonchalantly you’d brought it up to him. He had no idea how you can be so casual about something so amazing!

- He tries not to be annoying when it comes to studying you since he doesn’t want to be overbearing. He just can’t help himself. Needless to say, he just now thinks you’re even more amazing than before (which is incredible since he already thought you were incredible before, though it would be hard for him to admit it without turning into a blushing and stuttering mess)

Kokichi

- Literally just thinks you’re trying to prank him at first

- “Haha, nice one Y/N! What, next are you going to tell me you can talk to them too?”

- …

- Cue awkward silence

- When he finds out you’re actually telling the truth, he’s immediately curious, but unlike Shuichi, does not hold back in his pestering. Believe me when I say he will be as annoying as possible the next few days after he finds out.

- Constant questions about everything to do with your ability, and not even standard questions. He’ll constantly be asking weird stuff like whether or not the ghosts have clothes or if they’ll try and bite your toes when you sleep or something completely random like that. This little shit becomes absolutely insufferable

- You consider getting one of the ghosts nearby to try and spook him as revenge, but you realize he’d probably just think it was more funny than scary, so you just had to take matters into your own hands. An affectionate flick to the forehead would be enough to shut him up for at least a little while

- Completely ignoring him is the second (and last) tactic you use to get him off your back, which seems to be the most effective. After just a day he’s practically begging you for even the smallest bit of attention, of course being as dramatic and childish as possible to up the guilt factor on your part. In the end, promising he’ll stop pestering you is an easy trade for your attention, though of course the topic still comes up every once in a while.

- He really can be a handful sometimes.

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Hey there, so I am new here, but I finally read all 8 books in like 3 or 4 weeks and it was so hard to not spoiler myself too much, but now i can finally enjoy this amazing blog. I absolutly love your fanart mod. And of course I have a question for you Artemis and Holly and I hope it wasn't asked yet. After you two switched eyes, what were your thoughts when you first looked in a mirror? And did people comment on the switch?

Mod: Congratulations on finishing the series! Now you can get all the crazy inside jokes ;) And thank you for your esteem.

Holly: As for the eye thing, I never minded it. It was just another weird thing to add to the pile, and weirder have happened since. I haven’t told many people where the eye came from. Eye colorization is actually pretty popular in Haven, so I say I had it changed on a dare. No one’s called my bluff yet, though Internal Affairs got really huffy over it, saying it wasn’t a “good look” for the department. Yet the Retrieval squad can get “D’Arvit” tattooed on their forearms and no one cares--

I do miss Artemis having my eye, though. Literally seeing me in him, him in me helped us feel like partners, like he was literally seeing my side of things. Now it feels-- lopsided.

Artemis: I was honored to have Holly’s eye. It signified I’d been part of something good, that I tried to save the world and succeeded. We are a team. The charm dulled a little: I wore a colored contact in public, as heterochromia can make one too auspicious. I didn’t wear it at home, though, because contacts give me headaches. Father didn’t comment, I assume he assumed he didn’t want to know. Mother, as always, was another story. She ignored it at first, just happy to have me back after three years. Her hovering catalyzed my decision to-- “tamper” with her memories. After my disappearance was explained away, though, I think she still suspected. Every time she saw the hazel eye she was reminded I was keeping secrets from her, and she despised that. After the time travel escapade, I told her everything, and she thought the eye change was quaint, and lucky considering the alternative.

After being reborn, not having Holly’s eye can feel like a regression. I don’t want to be who I was before I met Holly. Before, I could look in the mirror and see our connection, see the physical manifestation of my change: now I only see myself.

Artemis: I would put into practice all the magic experiments I’ve been formulating in my head the last ten years.

Holly: Go to an untouched beach in the tropics and Sunbathe. All. Day.

@cutelittleelfgirl

Mod: Seasonal depression is getting to them, so the best friends are spending some time under those sun lamps.

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Does troy really have a split jaw or is that fanon?

It's total fanon!

The design of the split lines across his cheekbones and chin coupled with the cheek clips and v shaped hinge outline next to his ears lead to a lot of people coming to that same outcome, that there is something up with his mouth from a prosthetic/mod standpoint.

So much of his design is never mentioned once or referenced in any way (hightech spinal rig with tattoos under it, neuro connector, mech arm that's much older and doesn't seem related to the spine and neuroport, implants on bicep, face mod etc) that like Tyreen's scars and possible lower body Siren markings, fandom took over when it came to coming up with logical explanations for 'em.

This actually touches ground with some Ao3 comments I wanted to share as they are all Leech Lord compliant, so I'll list them here alongside links to the fics they were related to (note warnings!)

You leave no avenue for characterization unexplored. Troy's facial prostheses finally receiving backstory is amazing

- Maw (Gore/Bodyhorror)

I LOVE the idea of it being not just decorative shit on his face, but my MO for any content I make is always based around asking why, over and over, and trying to make sense of what material I'm using in the first place. The modded mouth is a popular piece of fanon but you know... why? Why would he do that shit to himself. WHY would he want to be grotesque, why would he be chasing the reaction people would have to it when canonically he seems to really not be interested in fan attention the same way Tyreen is, what's the difference to him between being adored as his persona or being lusted after as a monster, etc. I just love deep-diving into the logic behind character and world building? It's what adds meat to the bone for me.

Big 'ol character and worldbuilding / lore responses list under the cut -

He could afford better robots but these ones UNDERSTAND Ty, don't you get it?

- Good night in (tooth rotting fluff)

Hey just because it's mangled and broken, and can't perform its intended function to a degree expected of it by everyone around it... and it's got rusty sharp bits it accidentally hurts you with sometimes... and it's cranky but it doesn't mean it... and sometimes it errors out in a way that's mildly disturbing in a way you can't place.. uh.. doesn't mean you should just GIVE UP ON IT you know? He can fix them :) They will be fine :) No one should just throw away something that's trying so hard just because it's damaged... haha... :')

It's so hard seeing how much they tear each other down when they're the only thing they have left. And what a poor self-image Tyreen has beyond all that glitter and bluster...

- Wolf in sheep's clothing

The twins function well enough as a unit till tensions rise, and I was trying to seed in The Leech's influence on them in earlier work like this too - towards anyone else Ty would become MORE aggressively confident, more assured in her complete and utter dominance of the situation, her flawlessness, but against Troy who see's her for what she is, it turns inwards and eats at her instead of lashing outwards. He switches from relatively submissive around her to almost surgical levels of dissection, he knows exactly how to go for the jugular with words, and doesn't hold back. She's The Leech's mouth but he's its eyes and it's only when they lose control emotionally enough for it to claw to the surface of their psyches that you get an idea of how much it really affects them individually. GB had an absolute goldmine on their hands here of cosmic/body horror and the concept of toxic family when all you have is each other, there's so much to work with, and I figure it's a factor in why some people still really enjoy messing around with Calypso content.

I like how you allow Troy to be a disabled character, how his congenital defects and prosthetics colour his outlook and appear in ways big and small in all these vignettes. It's easy, I think, to see him as largely untroubled by his health apart from when he needs a charge from Tyreen in the game, but you allow him to struggle with his weakness.

- Chronic (Drug use)

I'm really glad to hear that's coming through in the writing because it's something I noticed a lot too. Very often when Troy, or other characters canonically disabled / chronically unwell are written it's "told" and not "shown". Chronic pain, illness, it's not something that is just a little tickbox in a life or some descriptive terms added to a character synopsis, it's something you live and deal with. There are bad days. There are times it is a negative that has to be worked around or faced in ways that aren't pleasant. It doesn't make you lesser or weak to have times where illness does leave you unable to function to a level you want to, it's not a failure for you to be unable to perform tasks when a disability or flair up means it's not viable. I feel personally that by showing scenes like this where his health and body issues do have a very visceral and impossible to ignore the effect on his ability to function, and going through his mental processes of dealing with and managing them, it brings the character across as stronger than if he never seemed to be shown dealing with symptoms or weaknesses. People are more than their disabilities and conditions, those aren't just kinda taglines to add onto a character's description and then never address. I feel like doing that in a way undermines what people deal with who manage chronic illness, pain, and who have disabilities that affect their daily lives negatively. Appreciating the effort it takes to manage them is important.

What I really like about these is that you can really understand as a reader how their dynamic must have evolved. How even before Leda's death Tyreen would have felt demonized while Troy got the attention because of his condition, because he was less willful.

- Starlight, Moonbright

Ah man, absolutely - and that shit stayed with them. It wasn't his fault and he never wanted it, but of course their parents would have had their extremely ill child at the forefront of their thoughts, especially during weeks when he was.. bad. Tyreen by nature even without The Leech's influence is a little attention seeker, she'd be the life of any party and she BLOSSOMS if she's got the spotlight, but as a little kid who's got literally no one but her parents and her brother, and who all three of which can't give her nearly as much time as she deserved? That's rough. That's really unfair. That coupled with The Leech's warping effect on their egos as they grew up and the bitterness and resentment they harbored in different ways created a reverse dynamic. She'd never be out of the Galaxy's attention again, and he'd have no choice but to take his rightful place in her shadow.

I love how you illustrate both how much more, and yet how much less Troy is now. How the blameless child, full of potential, is inextricably linked to the brutal, larger-than-life avatar he fashions.

- DeLeon ( Graphic Violence / Gore / Hallucinations)

He's molded the monster he is now out of the bones of the man he should have been - there's no going back really. There's nothing left to go back to. He broke Troy DeLeon apart to build the persona that acts like an iron lung now, suffocating him breath by breath while forcing him to still take them. That life is over, he killed it before it had a chance, but the idea of it is still there in his subconscious. Somewhere in the absolute trainwreck of Troy's brain is the tiny, flickering belief that maaaaaybe one day this will all be over and he can shuck off the bracer and spines, peel off all the shit he's covered his skin with, and just go back to not being Calypso. DeLeon here isn't some aspect of his mental state or his sins haunting him - it's The Leech, spitting venom at a host it loathes in something that's not sound or comprehensible language. His subconscious has just translated it into something it can understand - his greatest regret.

On if Borderlands Humans originated on Earth -

There's a really tenuous link between BL verse and rEarth, but it's there and can't be ignored. The cultures, accents, terminologies, so many are Earth specific despite these people being spread across galaxies, so hell yes - Earth as an emergence point makes total sense. The next question then, is why is it never mentioned - and you can cover for that with a lot of things like say, tt was so long ago that it's not relevant to anything that would ever be discussed, or it could be a mass evacuation from a catastrophe there is little record of now. I like to go with something along those lines, that the first human Siren host emergence on earth just absolutely decimated the planet. Like, we were doing fine till this random woman somewhere in the ass-end of nowhere develops weird markings overnight, then goes apocalyptic. The first Leech maybe, not understanding her powers and having them rip across continents in a spread of crackling electric death that only left husked shells of plants and animals in its wake, or the first Firehawk who went nuclear and burned the sky, or the first Voidgrasp who lost control and began to collapse the planet's core - some extreme shit that had humans fleeing en masse with barely any preparation and HUGE swathes of history and knowledge left behind. That would cover so many social things surviving into the BL verse, cultures, accents, cooking, that shit comes with us regardless of what we were able to throw into escape ships. Like so much data would be stored on any tech and data arrays within the vessels people would use to leave a dying planet even in an insane rush, but that shit waters down over time - if you're farming barely edible plants on some planet that smells like farts, are you really gonna be that stressed about teaching your kids history from a lost planet when your current concerns are not being eaten by something with 19 legs and 4 buttholes? Don't think so.

On if the other Siren entities are as influential to their hosts as The Leech -

I touch on it a wee bit throughout LL, but the others are FAR more passive and meld more to their host's whims. The Firehawk Siren wouldn't.. like.. care? If the host was burning down a planet or fighting off an evil corporation? They are removed from any nonsense happening on this side, they might not even really be able to tell, it's like asking an amoeba or a collection of sentient atomic particles what its opinion is on Brexit. That's not really its priority. The Leech is so aggressive in its control of the twins and desperation to drive them towards an outcome it desires only cause it's split, broken, removed from the song, and completely lost. We're talking a caged, half-mad animal removed from its natural environment and left totally isolated from its own kind for millennia. It's in pain, it's confused, it wants to find its way back to the song and the others and where it belongs, but it's stopped by a barrier it can't comprehend ( the twins and being ripped between them), so in its impotent rage it feeds back that hatred onto them. It's not really sentient in the way we would describe functional intelligence, but it wants, and craves, and FEELS. And it feels very, very angry.

Big thanks to @undergoingcalibrations for talking through so much of this with me!

Asks are Open!