#I wanted a new phone wallpaper so I had to make it myself

[artsywarden]

Mr. Darcy? No, Mr. Dekarios 💫

[mosaickiwi]

Hi hi, if your requests are still open, could you do [REDACTED] becoming self aware and finding out that the player is super obsessed with him? From his pov cuz I wanna see the internal dialogue. Been meaning to write this myself, but alas, writer’s block 😞

obsessed angel is best angel hehehe >:3c

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Super Obsessed Angel~

The library was often slow in the morning, so you always put some extra time into helping whoever came in. You were getting a few books off the higher shelves for an elderly visitor. As you climbed down the ladder, a stack of novels held to your chest, you were completely unaware of the other visitor who’d been sneaking through the aisles since they arrived. [REDACTED]’s gaze was glued to you, lost in thought as he watched you go about your day.

Something about you had changed since he did away with the Ren persona, as if a certain switch had been flipped on in your brain. It was easy to connect the dots for them—you'd been so obvious about it. Or maybe years of watching you just made every little change easy to spot: you were utterly obsessed with them.

The first clue was a genuine shock for once. He'd dropped you off at your apartment after a date as he always did. You were well past nervous and shy the whole time, but it was to be expected since he wasn't “Ren” anymore. Under the dark mess of hair, black outfit, piercings and tattoos, he was a nervous wreck, too. Far more than normal to pick up the hints of what came next.

As soon as your door closed the dark-haired man pulled out their phone to admire you through the cameras placed in your home. He thought you'd surely wind down on your couch before bed like usual. Maybe even chat up a friend while catching up on your favorite anime.

Instead they were greeted with the sight of you still standing in the entry and typing away on your own phone. He quickly switched to watch your screen, eyes widening at the rapid barrage of texts you were sending to Moth. All gushing with joy about your date.

Of course he committed them all to memory immediately—and his eyes had widened at some of the more interesting things you'd typed before hastily erasing it for a slightly less unhinged message. But one in particular stood out.

“I don't think I can be normal about them.”

That was months ago, and each new thing you did only reminded him of it. He noticed everything and he loved it.

Your bright smiles as you leaned into their touch, their side, their embrace at any chance you got—they had his heart soaring. If only they had let you convince them to do away with “Ren” sooner. 

You even accepted the ring once thrown away all those years ago. Still on the necklace he’d worn to keep it close to his heart, but now a favored offering he would catch you playing with throughout the day while distracted by something or another.

It was everything he ever dreamed of. Of course, the quirks you picked up when you thought they weren’t looking were just as fascinating.

The way you always hastily tucked your phone away when he came back into a room was precious. As if they hadn't seen the photo of them you used as a wallpaper, least of all the dozens of other pictures you thought were safely hidden in the depths of your phone gallery. He had a picture to match each of yours in the thousands that filled his own devices.

Innocent calls in the middle of the night where you’d say you couldn't sleep just to hear their voice. He thought about teasing you and saying you could just record it, but then you wouldn't have an excuse—a blatant lie, he knew—to call. They always wanted to hear you just as much anyways, if not more. And even if you did figure out how to record it, he'd make sure the audio file somehow mysteriously disappeared.

He was almost certain of your obsession once you started taking clothes. Hoodies and jackets were obvious, especially since he intentionally left them out for you. That was more than enough to have him practically ecstatic. 

Until one morning after you spent the night he realized a few things were missing from his wash pile. A cursory glance through their security system’s recordings confirmed it. The items in question had been purposefully stolen from the middle of the basket so as not to arouse immediate suspicion, and squirreled away in your bag without their notice. He’d only left your side for a moment that day to pick up the takeout order at the door. You were starting to get careful. It made him all the more desperate in seeing what else you’d do.

The sound of a scanner beeping in the silence of the library brought him back to the present as you finished up with the elderly visitor. You politely bid them farewell before sitting back in your chair with a huff.

They couldn’t help but notice the hopeful glance you threw towards a spot on your desk that was obscured from their vision. No doubt the place where you always kept your phone during work. Your hand reached out of habit for the golden ring—his ring—dangling from your neck.

Were you thinking of him? It was only fair that he indulged you. He was thinking of you just the same. One text hurriedly tapped out on his cracked screen, and he was intoxicated by the love struck way your face lit up at the buzz of your phone mere seconds later.

Eventually he knew he'd have to come clean about spying on you. But he had a feeling you wouldn't complain too much. The obsession was finally mutual, after all.

[hoodshem]

I had a dream that love rules the world

I had a dream that a dream rules the world

I wanted to make myself a new wallpaper and here are the results! All of the credits, version with other proportions and a heartwrenching backstory will be under the cut! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

P.S. russian speaking phannies i see you and i feel you 👁️👁️

Firstly, credits!

Inspiration: @geoxgianomore and their fabulous Dan collage which i reblogged a couple of posts earlier

Both pics with writing: alexey_feism on ig (the song is Reddish-yellow days by Kino btw)

The pic of the boys: @redbonemarrow, thanks for uploading the card scans! 🫶

And yeah im aware that the quality kinda sucks but that's what you get for making collages on your phone with some questionable tools lol

The backstory is kinda sad, 'cause a couple weeks ago i was hospitalised and found out that i have diabetes, which was not really fun and very mentally challenging, so i decided to watch those queer british guys from youtube that tiktok recommended me for the last couple of months, thinking "what could possibly go wrong?" and, well, it didn't go particularly wrong, but that was...a journey, cause i binge watched their vids for two whole weeks and their content was the only thing that could get me out of bed and somewhat functioning, so thanks for that guys lol

Now i feel significantly better and can even make art again, so that's a huge progress, and i hope that in the future i will be even more okay and will make something else with them hehe

And here are the larger version and a bonus screenshot of my lockscreen with a quote that i wrote during my trigun phase almost 2 years ago and it stayed till this day

[k-krissten]

Interstellar | part II

Minsung x fem!

Synopsis: Nova is the star of K-pop, and also the best friend of Jisung and Minho, she is the girl of the moment, and her falling in love with them will change everything, although it will be for the better... Or not?

You were never patient, it always bothers you to wait, maybe as an artist you were you never had to wait for anything. Or maybe it was that the idea of not knowing what would happen filled your body with anxiety. That’s why you seemed like a Spring right now, while you were waiting for the arrival of your staff, your mind was collapsed from different things, one of them, the night before when you saw Minho and Jisung in the bathroom.

“You will make a hole in the floor if you keep bouncing your leg like this” Minho spoke to you as she entered your dressing room with her boyfriend.

“What makes you so nervous, Noona?” Han’s soft voice seemed almost angelic to you.

“The staff doesn’t arrive, I have no idea where Jay is, and Skyler has a hangover. Today everything must go well and it seems that the world is against me. I swear I’ll throw myself out a window if something else goes wrong” You spoke terribly frustrated.

“Hey, everything is going to be fine, I promise.” Minho answered by sitting next to you, taking you by the waist and sticking your body to his.

“The staff will be here at any time, Jay will appear soon and it will not be the first time that Skyler shows up half drunk” Jisung who was now partially on you and his boyfriend, murmured as he put his head in the hollow of your neck and hugged you. “Everything will go well as always, and if something goes wrong, I doubt it, we will be here for you.”

“We will always be here.” I complete the older boy. “Always for you, Nova, never forget it.”

You always liked being between the bodies of the two boys, but just at this moment, that the perfume that you yourself gave to Jisung for his birthday, was impregnated in Minho almost as if the fragrance sweated and the youngest had new marks on his neck, obviously made during the night before, and that made you want the armchair to swallow you. The simple idea that while you were uncomfortable at the party waiting for them, Lee Know was making those marks, it made you stir your stomach.

You got up from the couch calmly, pretending that you didn’t really feel like crying or vomiting and turned on your cell phone. The photo of the three that you have as a wallpaper saddens you. You appear in the middle, but neither of us’s eyes are on you. Even through the screen you could see how much in love they are with each other, from the way they looked at each other it seemed that you weren’t even there, almost as if you didn’t exist. And you felt like a satellite between two celestial bodies.

“Nova, hey, are you listening to me?” Camille, your stylist, you don’t know when he arrived and took you out of your distressing nebula.

“Mhm of course, of course Camille listens to you.”

“What did I say?” The girl questioned.

“Are you very happy to see me?”

“Yes, of course” I speak as I finished arranging your outfit and its beauty tools. This was the last presentation that Interstellar would make until the next comeback, so it had to be absolutely impressive and everyone seemed more tense and nervous than usual. “I said to be late because I had to look for the locker room and now we have an hour and a half to do your hair, makeup and get dressed, we are against the clock, so you two have to go.”

Being on stage was always your favorite thing, the lights, the buzzing from the speakers, the people excited about your music and the three of you, was undoubtedly the reason why all the effort was worth it. But throughout the show you couldn’t help but be sad, you hoped that your fans wouldn’t realize it although it was unlikely. But the overwhelming feelings about Minsung were slowly collapsing your heart and mind.

“Now will you tell us why you’re so weird, Nova?” Minho surprised you when you entered your dressing room. I was sitting on your couch with a serious face, accompanied by Jisung who looked at you with a grimace. You were too tired, physically and mentally, but how could you ignore them when you knew that all you wanted was to be comforted.

God, how do you explain to them that what makes you strange is that you are in love with them.

It took me a while to update because I wrote and deleted all the time, but here is part two of my favorite guys and I think the third part that I will publish tomorrow is almost ready. Remember that English is not my first language, if you see an error do not hesitate to tell me. This is my first job and I’m a little nervous. If you like me please reblog or let me know in the comments.

—Kristen.

[villainsview]

Chapter 13

Not Fine At All

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Mercedes was too hyped up with adrenaline to sleep, so I had to silence her with some tape over her mouth so I could catch a wink of sleep myself. Although she could easily reach, she didn’t dare take it off. I could hear her sob quietly into her pillow, so I knew she wasn’t up to anything.

Erick was still in his corner, picking at the wallpaper, probably not getting a lot of sleep either. But that wasn’t my problem for now. At least it seemed like I could still trust him to behave, even after Jonas spooked him.

When I woke up from my light sleep as my phone started ringing, both of them hadn’t moved an inch from where I left them. I rubbed my eyes while reaching for my phone, checking the time. Ten AM. I overslept it seemed. I checked the caller ID and saw it was Tito, so I quickly picked up.

“Hey, it’s me,” I said.

“Fetcher! Good news!” Tito said.

“Ransom paid?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Tito said, “but Mr Grant called me this morning in tears, begging for forgiveness, so that’s a start.”

“Yeah, about that,” I said, “you tell me no bruises and then send Jonas to chop off her damn finger?”

“He convinced me it would be a good idea,” Tito said.

I rolled my eyes. Of course he did.

“So when can I drop her off?” I asked.

“I’m meeting her father in about an hour, and we’ll probably have to settle for a payment plan because he did spend some of the money already,” Tito said, “in the meantime, why don’t you get her ready, and once we’ve made a deal I’ll text you the address where you can drop her off, agreed?”

“Yeah, got it,” I said, “also…thanks for the info. You mind if I use the motel for a day or two longer?”

“Not at all,” Tito said, “just be prepared to clear out in case I need it for someone else, alright?”

“You’ll know how to reach me,” I said, before hanging up and getting up.

My back was a bit stiff, but I would live. I headed into the bathroom to freshen up a bit, before giving both teens a chance, starting with the girl.

“Keep that bandage dry, you have ten minutes,” I said, helping her get up and nudging her into the bathroom.

While she was in there, I cut Erick free and let him have his pick from the food I had left.

“For behaving so well,” I said, while he hesitantly picked up a small bag of mixed nuts.

“Um…y-you want some, sir?” he asked quietly, “it’s the only one…”

“Just leave the almonds for me, you can have the rest,” I said, handing him another bottle of water as well, before knocking on the bathroom door to warn the girl.

“Five minutes left! — Do you need to use the bathroom too, kid?”

“Y-yeah…if that’s okay, sir?”

“Of course, I don’t plan on cleaning up after you,” I said.

“You’d make me clean up after myself…”

“What was that?”

“N-nothing, sir!”

I shook my head, giving him a nudge before turning back to the girl as she hesitantly stepped out of the bathroom. I sat her down, taking the tape off of her mouth and let her have some water.

“In about an hour we’re going to take a lil trip,” I said, “are you going to behave?”

She nodded, biting her lip a bit to keep it from trembling.

“P-please…I just want to go home…”

“You’ll get home,” I said, “if you behave.”

She nodded again, and sipped her water quietly. I gestured at Erick that he could use the bathroom now, to which he put his food down and headed inside.

While he was in there, I grabbed one of my bags and pulled out a couple coils of rope and some tape. I probably wasn’t gonna get anything back, so I just planned to use disposables while hanging on to my handcuffs…which were still covered in blood.

Mercedes struggled as I took her water away, pleading for me to stop in exchange for her behaviour, but I wasn’t in the mood for it, so I gagged her with the tape first, pinning her against the mattress after uncuffing her so I could wrench her arms into a boxtie.

While I was trying to think of what to do with her legs, Erick emerged from the bathroom, keeping his eyes aimed at the floor as he didn’t want to look at the girl.

“Get over here,” I said.

“But—”

“It wasn’t a question!” I snapped.

He quickly stepped over, keeping his head turned away, but that didn’t matter. I handed him the bloodied handcuffs.

“Clean these,” I said, “and make sure to dry them so they don’t rust.”

He paled a bit at the sight of the blood, before sheepishly turning around and heading back into the bathroom to do as he was told. Or at least, I assumed he did as he closed the door behind him and I was trying to not get kicked in the face as I tied the girl’s legs together.

Just when I finally finished, Erick also stepped out of the bathroom and handed me the handcuffs, clean and dry.

“Good job,” I said, “now, when I receive a message from my client, I’ll have to take this girl away to reunite her with her family. You’ll have to stay here on your own until I get back. Understood?”

“Y-yes, sir…I-I’ll be good…”

“That’s what I like to hear,” I said, “finish your food.”

I ignored the girl’s muffled pleading as I took the leftover almonds from Erick before opening a granola bar to fill myself  up a bit. I hoped wherever I had to drop the girl off had coffee, or perhaps I could get some on the way back somewhere. I could figure that out later.

“You all done?” I asked after Erick finished his water.

“Y-yes, sir…”

“Good. Come here.”

I grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the bathroom while pulling the freshly cleaned handcuffs from my pocket. I could feel him stiffen a bit in fear, but he didn’t protest as I pulled him to the sink, cuffing one wrist, looping the cuffs around the piping before cuffing his other wrist.

“I won’t be long,” I said, “and when I get back it’ll probably be your turn to go home.”

“P-probably?”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” I said, “it could take another week too. I don’t know what the future brings. Just be quiet and stay put until I get back.”

“Okay…s-sir…”

I nodded satisfied, leaving him in there while stepping back outside. I should buy a new lighter too. I was dying for another smoke by now.

Fortunately I didn’t have to wait much longer. Only fifteen minutes after Tito was supposed to meet with the girl’s father, he texted me an address with the instruction to park on the third floor near the broken pipe.

I assumed he meant some sort of parking garage. How else was I supposed to get a van to a third floor? Either way, I lifted Mercedes from the bed, ignoring her scared, muffled shrieking as I carried her outside and towards my van.

After securing her in place with the hook in the floor, I went back to make sure the room was locked. Pocketing the key so anyone would know it was occupied.

It was about a half hour drive to the address Tito had given me. It was an underground parking structure, which I carefully entered, rolling down to the third floor. The broken pipe he mentioned was easy to find, as it was leaking water and no one wanted to park near it, except for the one car that was already there, but I assumed they were waiting for me.

I could usually recognise Tito’s henchmen simply from their surprising manners. They looked like thugs, but gave you the respectful replies you would expect from an educated white man. And sure enough, as I parked next to the car, two of these thugs got out.

“Good day, sir. Are you Chase Fetcher?” one of them asked after I rolled down my window.

“The one and only,” I said, “Tito sent you?”

“Yes, sir,” the second thug replied, “Mr Rana tasked us with dropping the girl off at hospital.”

“Well, she’s all yours,” I said, getting out and opening the side door.

I stepped aside as the two of them pulled the girl from my van and put her in the backseat of their car. One of them got in next to her, beginning to untie her it seemed, while the other handed me a wad of cash.

“For your troubles, sir.”

“Huh, didn’t even agree on a payment,” I said, but of course I wasn’t going to decline, pocketing the cash, “so you got it from here?”

“Yes, sir. We’ve done this plenty times before.”

“Alright, have a good one. And watch out, she kicks,” I said, closing the side door of my van and getting back behind the wheel.

The thug inclined his head at me as I drove off, before they all soon disappeared from sight. Easy money. Now I could definitely afford a coffee and a new lighter.

I returned to the motel with a fresh stash of nicotine and caffeine in my bloodstream, lighting another cigarette before unlocking the door to the room. As I pushed the door open, I was met by an unexpected sight.

Rather than being in the bathroom where I left him, Erick was now seated on the floor, his back leaning against one of the beds, his legs, wrists, hands and the lower half of his face wrapped in tape. He looked up at me with the usual teary eyes, but something wasn’t right about them…well, besides the fact that I didn’t do this.

He tried to tell me something, his words muted by the tape of course. But I knew what he was trying to tell me. I knew as soon as I heard the click to my right. He tried to warn me, but I already had a gun aimed at my head.

I glanced aside, sighing as I recognised the invader, so I knew it was safe to take a drag from my cigarette without them thinking I was up to something.

“Miss Thorne…”

“It’s nothing personal,” the woman said, lowering her shades with her free hand, “drop your gun and finish your cigarette, dear. We’re going for a little ride.”

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[darlingillustrations]

I'm Gay

When I was eight years old, I wrote my first poem. I remember the moment the words came to me. I was lying in bed at night, the lines rattling through my brain, startling sleep away. I turned on my pencil-shaped bedside lamp, grabbed my pink diary and huddled up underneath the little roses on my wallpaper to scribble the words down before they were lost to me forever. I re-read them over and over, letting them seep into my mind as I drifted off to sleep, so full of mystery and fascination at this new craft that had opened up to me.

The next day, I showed the poem to my mother. It was a love poem, and the only thing she said was, “Why is this written to a woman?”

I didn’t know.

In high school, I also didn’t know why I enjoyed turning around in psychology class to chat with the girl with the cool beaded purse who sat behind me. I didn’t get it why I was so tongue tied around the girl in college with the mousy brown hair and soft floral skirts. After graduation, I still didn’t understand why the scrawny girl with facial piercing who I worked with at the coffeeshop held such a deep place in my heart that I’d give anything to make her smile.

The day I nervously confessed to my parents that I no longer wanted to be in the Church of Christ, the religion they’d raised me in, and that I’d been going to an Episcopal church, they laughed in relief.

“We were worried you were going to tell us you were a lesbian,” they said, wiping tears of joy from their eyes.

It never occurred to me that I could be a lesbian because I was attracted to guys. I didn’t realize that bisexuality was a thing. It wasn’t until 2016 that I started to face the truth about myself. After the attack on the Pulse nightclub, I felt deeply and inexplicably unsafe, and after months of soul searching, I came to realize it was because the people who had been attacked, the LGBT men and women, I was part of their community. They were me. I was LGBT.

As part of my journey, I was asked to exhibit my art at the Pierce County AIDS Foundation. I wanted to share something that was representative of the LGBT community, and that’s how my Affectionate Animal series was born. I chose vintage photos as my source images because I loved the nostalgic feeling they evoked. I wanted to offer the feeling that being gay was a normal thing.

The funny thing is: when I painted these first nine couples, I didn’t yet realize my own truth.

Coming out to myself was about self acceptance. When I told Matt, he asked me what this meant for our marriage. I said it meant nothing: instead of choosing him over half the world population, it meant I chose him over all of the world population. But when Matt left me (for other reasons), some of my close friends whom I’d trusted with my secret blamed me for him leaving. “He’s been through a lot,” they said.

I was scared to tell anyone. For a long time I only told people who were gay, and I spent a lot of time online, on tumblr, living an invisible life, coming to terms with what my sexuality meant.

That’s where I met my first girlfriend. She flew cross country to visit me and I flew cross country to visit her. We fell in love with each other and each other’s kids, and I was going to fly out with the girls to spend Christmas with her, until she broke up with me suddenly and then blocked my phone number before ever explaining why everything was ending.

They say your first heartbreak after a divorce is the worst. When you get divorced, there’s too much other stuff in the way that inhibits the grieving process, so when your first heartbreak after divorce hits you, all that pent up grief rears its ugly head and devastates you. In short, that’s what happened to me. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I kept throwing up for weeks. I lashed out at people, then became disgusted with myself for acting like such a monster and fell into a pit of despair. My body felt like knives were stabbing me, raking my arms from the inside out. My chest felt cavernous. I felt beyond gutted. I felt like I was in tatters.

God bless my therapist, because she texted with me through the worst of it, assuring me that this is what grief felt like. I’d tell her I was scared of the depression. She said I was strong enough to weather a little depression. I took comfort in that. Deep down I knew she was right.

I started cleaning my house. It wasn’t much, but a little every day gave me a sense of normalcy. I signed up for the Motivated Moms checklist so that I wouldn’t have to think about what I was supposed to do. I could just do it.

On Friday, my checklist said to spend time on a craft or hobby. I spent more time scratching my head trying to figure out what I was interested in than I did playing my guitar once I finally remembered I liked to sing. On Sunday I was paralyzed by the suggestion to pamper myself. How does someone pamper themselves? I googled it and read dozens of suggestions before I felt inspired by the suggestion to give myself flowers.

I’d always thought that, when I was with my girlfriend for Valentine’s Day, we’d do some sappy romantic thing, and I’d post sappy pictures & let people draw whatever conclusions they wanted to about our relationship. Now that I’m single again, I guess I’m coming out of the closet anyways. I’m not doing it for another person. I’m doing it for myself. Because, at the end of the day, lovers come and go, but there is one person who will love me for my entire life, and that person is me. And it doesn’t take a parent or a husband or a girlfriend to validate my loveliness. I am loved. I am darling. And I am complete, just as I am.

I don’t know why God made me this way, but this is the way I am. I don’t fall in love with people because of what’s in their pants, but because of what’s in their heart. So, in closing, I’d like to share with you the poem I wrote when I was eight years old, long before I knew what the depths of my heartache might bring:

Beauty Your eyes sparkle in the moonlight, Your legs tremble fast, Your voice can sing the wonders, And your ears can hear me laugh, Your nose smells the flowers that I bring to you in prize, Your legs can run freely, And your hands can hold my thighs. But you’re the one in my mind, The wonders that I dream, For you are so beautiful, The wonders of my dreams.

I like to think that, maybe, the woman I’d written it for was, in fact, myself.

[ This essay first appeared on my blog on February 14, 2019, and it is how I came out publicly to my friends, family and the world. I want to repost it here to tumblr in the hopes that it might resonate with you. ]

[vyxated]

finally answering asks I've been keeping for a while ~.~

📝 sims2 & chalk'd ui, phone icons & wallpapers, cas bg recolor, font replacement, and some more (reshade & rig helper asks will be answered at another time ;; )

tysm anon!! I had to wrestle a bit with the file to make the taxi image work, and at the end it came out looking super neat! Especially if you have the sims 2's music playing (found a super cool music override that does that). It's such a cool idea, and I've been researching on how to do it 😆 ngl, making cc objects is something I wanna do someday, tho from the looks of it it's gonna take me a while to understand the process lol. If/when I make any breakthrough, I'll be sure to post about it :p (It'd be neat if it costs money too to use the taxi.)

jdfklsjf tysm @hellofears & @oshinsimblr !! I've been doing some final adjustments so hopefully I can release it within this week c:

thanks anon ^7^ you can replace them as long as you have access to the files (pancake1 made a pie menu & wants sound replacement and buurz replaced the in-game music with ones from other sims games). I looked around and found these resources you might want to check out: TS4 Sound Tool, UI sound kit & UI audio instance list

hehe tysm anon! My UI mods won't remove the shop icon so you'll need to grab other mods that do that. I decided not to do it myself to avoid having a new mod conflict ^^

Hii @simplyamazingsims, I've tested both mirroredup & triple mirror and both v3 files are working w/ the latest update. The reflection setting must be set to low or higher for the reflection to show up. You can also try clearing your caches and try removing the resource.cfg file (file will regenerate, and doing this fixes the issue for some). Oh and ofc having other cas backgrounds can cause mine to not show up so make sure there's only one in your mods folder ^^

@claravizeu it's a map override that I'll probably work on whenever I'm in the mood 😆

Hi anon! For the phone icons, I used xosdr's phone icons psd to create mine. For the wallpaper, I haven't found someone who've gathered & shared the files for it, so I'll see if I can do that myself :)

Heyy anon, it's a CAS bg that I made for the previews so it's not available to download. I haven't got the chance to prepare the files yet, but I'll try to find the time to do so ^^

Hey anon, unfortunately the notification wall is associated w/ the texture file that handles most of the UI panels, so you won't be able to remove a specific file to achieve it. I've received a request just like yours so what I can do is share it a separate file later on ^^

Hii as well, it's compatible yes ^^ you can use both mods as they don't have any files in common that conflicts with each other.

heyy @icyaliyah, sorry it took a while to respond! While I don't have plans to recolor them, you can download these pink recolors by estellics & dumbabie ^^ and thank you very much!

Hii as well, it's been a while so I don't know if you're still having the issue or if it's already been fixed. Afaik my mod shouldn't cause any loading issues on its own, as well as if you have the conflicting mod & files present and if you remove the conflicting files. So far, I've not received any reports of this exact issue, so I can't be of help. Sorry if that doesn't answer your question 😅

ahhhh @veone thank you as well for using it ever since it came out!! 🙈

Heyy anon, basically you'd want to only remove the files that conflicts w/ the mods that you do use, and not the other way around. For example, if you use TOOL, you'd want to delete the files in the Additional Files > TOOL folder (either both text and texture files or just the text file alone, depending on which one you prefer). If you don't use TOOL, keep the files be. So, if you only have the UI Cheats mod and none of the listed conflicting mods, then you don't need to remove any files ^^

heyy @swithdream, well very belated happy new year to you as well despite it being april already lol there's an update to the cas organizers that I haven't done yet, and when the time comes that I update those, I'll try to include the psds for all the templates I did ^^

Hii @kneptoone, it's a font replacement using TS3's Helvetica Rounded font that I made & haven't shared yet, yeah ^^ I can try putting it up for download since there isn't one out yet.

Heyy anon, I've been focusing on other things so I haven't yet found the time to work on my older uploads >< I'm definitely interested in doing those, but not sure when that'll be.

Hello anon, tysm! I'll do it at some point but not sure when :x I haven't properly played around w/ CAS since last year :X

[pbandjesse]

It was a mostly productive day. I did almost everything I was hoping to do. I accomplished almost all the things. It was a pretty nice day overall.

I slept fine. I had stress dreams and I woke up a bunch but I didn't feel to bad when I woke up. I wouldn't get out of bed for a while. But I wasn't really in a rush to do anything so it was fine.

When I did get up I took a quick shower and got dressed. I used dry shampoo because I want to wash my hair tomorrow morning before the event I'm working. I felt pretty cute though and was in a pretty good mood.

James left me breakfast. And I ate that at the kitchen island while I wrote up a little list of things I wanted to pick up today.

My plan was to go to Joann's, then home deport, then the thrift store. I would probably get lunch while I was out.

And I stuck pretty well to the list. I would leave the house after putting Ruby the Roomba upstairs. I was annoyed with myself when I was a few minutes away from home and realized I forgot the wallpaper sample I was trying to color match. But I decided it would be fine and it was I was just annoyed with myself.

I got to Joann's first. I wanted to get yarn to continue on my puff quilt. I thought I got the correct maroon but it ended up being more purple when I got home. Annoying but whatever. I did get grey and some multi grey that will be nice for my next project. I was also there for thread but for some reason there was only one single spool of the quilting thread I like, and barely any black thread at all??? I would get 3 black and 3 white. It was bizarre though.

When I was waiting in line a woman came back in to explain to the manager that she bought something for $6.25. Paid with a $10. But got $6.25 back in change. Oops! It was very honest of her to come back and get it fixed though.

I paid for my stuff and headed out of there. And went over to Home Depot. Which was less productive and that was a little frustrating but is fine. I was able to color match pretty well based off of a picture on my phone. But their Internet was down so they couldn't mix paint?? The whole system was down. Ah well. I'll try the other Home Depot closer to us later this week I guess.

I did get caulk for our bathtub and got a really good deal on batteries. So it wasn't the worst stop.

I went to savers next. I would find a different type of pregnancy pillow that I'm excited to try. And I got the exact same UGG brand moccasins I have been wearing so it was exciting to have a backup pair. Basically brand new and only $7. I would also pick up a couple dresses I can wear for events at the museum. I wanted stuff with sleeves. It was a good haul and I felt good about my choices.

I had a nice time walking around the store but it was weirdly busy. I didn't linger. Instead I left there and went to get lunch at Burger King, which is in the same parking lot.

I got my veggie burger and watched TikToks and half people watched. Seems a lot of truck drivers stop at this Burger King.

I decided to make one more stop at the sort of terrible goodwill. It continued to be terrible but I did get a caulk gun thing. I already have one but it is nice to have a backup. Since I was already going to be recaulking this week so it was on my mind.

I went home after that. I was sort of tired but mostly I just wanted to be in our house.

When I got back here I brought almost everything inside. Tried on my dresses. And started working on some more grey squares for my puff quilt. I got one down before I took a break to go and move the car (to be right in front of our house) so I could organize the car and finish bringing things inside.

It was chilly out today. It is actually feeling like fall. Which is very nice. And it inspired me to go through my closet and put some warmer weather options away and make space to hang some sweaters and sweatshirts up.

I spent an hour or so working on that but I felt to overwhelmed to fold the clothes I wanted to put away so it's just a pile again which makes me upset but it will get done eventually.

I would work on cleaning the fish tank. Nothing is in there except for snails, or at least that's what I thought. I have been thinking about getting a beta again. I don't think my heart can take losing more frogs so I am going to take a break on them after the last couple deaths.

But when I was taking out the decor my loach, kittykitty, wormed out and was going all over the place s d I was so excited! I am so happy to know he's still in there even if I don't see him much, for literally months.

I spent a good amount of time cleaning that though. I rearranged the decor and took a few things out that had a ton of snail eggs. I put those in the dishwasher to try and eradicate those. I will probably vacuum the rocks a few more times but for now it's settling and looking good.

I would also dig Crabcake up. I worry about him so much. I woke up him a wrapped him in a dishtowel and tried to get him to sleep in his metal cup so I could at least see him. But that would only last a few hours. Soon he was going back to his hole and burying himself again. Celia says I need to just let him do it and trust that he is alright. It is just so hard!! I just worry about him so much.

James would get home while I was painting on the ceiling again. They had stopped at the grocery store and go more spring rolls. And would make me two of those for dinner. They would also bring one of the ladder up for me so I could paint outlines on my ceiling flower. It is nice to see the whole thing keep growing. It building up and layering nicely.

James was baking the bread they made yesterday. And would spend a while in there. I would head upstairs and they brought me the spring rolls and they were great.

I would hang out in our room for a long time. James would periodically come and see me. And while their second loof was baking they came and held me and helped push on my lower back that was hurting so much. Thankfully my back hasn't been to bad but sometimes it is just so sharply painful. It sucks and it doesn't seem like there is anything I can do to help it.

While I was hanging out today we found out that My Chemical Romance is going on tour. And me and Jess are going to try and go to the Philly show. I am really anxious about trying to get tickets, and just the Ticketmaster system with dynamic pricing. We have a budget though and I am really hoping we can get them. Even if I am very stressed thinking about it. They go on sale Friday morning, so I have an alarm set so I'll be ready.

Eventually I would take a quick shower. And me and James are hanging out in bed. I am not feeling amazing right now but I am trying to just be comfortable and hopefully I can sleep easy.

Im working an event tomorrow. So I am planning on a quiet morning. I hope it's a fun event though and that everyone is nice. I hope you all have a great night. Be safe. I love you all. Goodnight

[murasaki-selfships]

my twin sister just announced that she’s gotten another f/o so obviously like clock work i have to announce something too!

i think i have rewatched it three times already in less than a month but i got jujutsu kaisen on the brain aka my beloved satoru gojo <3 i also spent waaaay too long yesterday to make a new wallpaper of satoru for my phone lol

i’ve never had multiple f/o’s before but i want try because i don’t want to have to force myself to stay away from satoru because of massive guilt

i don’t know who my main focus is gonna be but i’m sure i’ll figure something out!

also i want/will be more active on here so i’ll have to come up with a tag for me and satoru! (soon i hope)

wait i lied i literally came up with a tag in a few minutes lol it’s: #little infinity ✿

[fexiana]

update on EuphoriaSims

I haven’t posted in almost a week but that doesn’t mean I’m not creating 😁🧡 I see 23 votes so far and 48 hours remaining on my last post/poll. Thank you to those who participated in voting. May I reiterate that I am asking for a reason, so stay tuned 😉.

Since my last video, I realized the script I have in store for my next episode requires the New Year house and Lexi’s house. I finished the New Year house two days ago focusing mainly on the infamous bathroom that Nate and Cassie were in, the hallway Lexi asks Maddy if she’s seen Cassie in plus the hallway where Maddy pounds on that infamous bathroom door, the living room where Fez and Lexi catch up since the last time they saw each other, and the bar/kitchen where Fez beats Nate up. Although I don’t plan on including this scene in this episode, I also wanted to add that I furnished the washroom where Rue encounters Elliot “fixing the washing machine” 😆.

As of right now, I am completing Lexi’s house which is taking some time as I have to find reference videos and am constantly having to manipulate walls and rooms when I think I have the layout figured out 🫠. I’m a perfectionist and focus on the little details but today I told myself “self, it’s okay if you can’t find the exact cc you’re looking for. Just finish it already!” And even though I told myself that 🥴 I’m not going to rush to finish, but I’ll definitely stop being anal about the cc. I’ve always had the room Cassie and Lexi share completed 2 years ago (as well as Fezco’s house and Fezco’s business) but what I’ve been working on is the downstairs part of the Howard house that I didn’t touch until after the New Year house just recently.

Downstairs I have completed the paint and brick wallpaper in their right placements, as close as I could find: carpet and wood flooring, the foyer and rug placement, short stairway placements, and hallway furnishings. I don’t have the room Cassie confronts Lexi and Suze in before Lexi visits Fez done yet but I have a shell of the room and the wood panel wallpaper ready, same for the room Lexi, Kat and Maddy were in when Rue told on Cassie about messing with Nate, but I have the wallpaper and carpet done. What I am working on right now is the kitchen. I’m upset that I can’t find the wine wall art cc for sims 4 that is similar to the one Lexi was sitting in front of in the kitchen when she was talking to Fez on the phone about him wanting to be a farmer 🥹. There isn’t a single wine wall art cc for sims 4 as a matter of fact, forget I even said similar. It’s really bothering me but I’ll try to find something close to it. The dining room that Cal confronts Lexi and Cassie in about who beat up Nate is nearly done too but I’m still looking up reference videos to make sure it all sides of the dining room are covered or as close to it.

Other than the two rooms downstairs that I at least have a shell of while I work on the kitchen, I also have the wash room and patio with the hot tub to complete. So that’s four rooms I have to finish in total after the kitchen which I plan to have all done by the end of this week. Since I am done with the New Year house as far as the important rooms for particular scenes, you can expect some screenshots very soon 🙂. I will also take screenshots of Lexi’s house once I am done and share with you 🧡.

Stay tuned and please feel free to ask me any questions or leave any comments as well as send private messages. I am open to new ideas and respect and appreciate anyone’s advice or input on EuphoriaSims. Keep me motivated💌❣️

-Bless bless, one Love 🌩️

[xo3ll1e]

Princess of Hawkins, ST x gyaru!Reader

honestly idek what im doing, its unfinsihed but i spent too much time on it to toss it away, give me compliments or something so i can continue. this is just one FAT big insert like literally this girl is revolving sround me, she’ll go by y/n and will be written with no specific skin color, but she will have blonde hair and will be really short (im sorry my precious tall girls, ilysm but i cant) as well as there will be usage of tagalog (filipino language) but oh well, theres going to be translations at the bottom, im not gonna make this character a mary sue but i will make her a lover girl and most characters if not all will love her platonic and or romantic so it wont be just billy that wants her. some ideas are just random bc i wanna write her to be just like me, i age regress, and stuff so that will be incorporated or wtv

It was 2 am when we got to the new house. My dad unlocked it and me, my step mom and step sister head inside. We looked around a bit and it wasn't the best, but it wasn’t the worst. Although the neighborhood doesn’t seem as homely as my old one, I’ll get used to it at some point. Not like I have a choice anyways. My dad walks into the house and sets down most of our carry-on bags and suitcases. He sighs contently and looks at our house proudly,

“Looks nice! Right Nak?” He says with a proud smile 

I grab my backpack that I brought in, looking for my slippers, I find them and take off my shoes to put on my inside slippers. I get back up and smile. I look around the empty voids of rooms and space “Yeah, It is. So much space too! Definitely an upgrade from our apartment!” I say with a smile, running around what will be our living room. I look around some more, looking at the kitchen and the bathroom. My dad leaves to bring in more of our belongings as I grab my things and head upstairs. Unsure of what room will be mine, I set my things down in the hallway and look around. There were 3 rooms. A master, a normal and, what the previous owner had said, an office. I go back out to the hallway and grab my things, putting them down in the room that was adjacent to the bathroom. I look around the room once more, envisioning where my bed and other furnishings will go. 

I squeal excitedly as I look out the window to the uhaul truck pulling into my street. I hurriedly went downstairs almost tripping and falling but catching myself at the last moment. I kick off my inside slippers and slip back on my outside shoes, bouncing excitedly anticipating the truck, I run around my dad in circles. He tells me to calm down as the truck pulls up and the guy hops out. He waves to me and my dad, as another man comes out, who also waves. My dad greets them and they start talking while they open the truck. I look at the truck with stars in my eyes and squeal as it fully opens. I see the boxes that were labeled with my name and shake my dad to get them for me. He pushes me off and tells me to wait with an eye roll. I pout and wait IMpatiently if I do say so myself, as they bring out boxes one by one or two by two I see that mine are now being brought out. I jump up and grab one that was light enough for me to carry, I bring it upstairs to my now claimed room and set it down in the corner where all my boxes will go for now. 

I go back down to grab the rest but leave the heavier ones for the workers and dad. I wait for them to bring the boxes inside and as they do they start asking where each of them go. My dad tells them where and while this continues I wait upstairs in my room. I lay down on the floor and whip out my phone, opening instagram and posting my new room on my story. 

(the room size is a bit bigger and the wallpaper is different, floral type) I smile and sigh contently as I hear my dad yell out my name. (ik instagram doesn’t have the black bar thingy for stories but shh I wish it did) 

“Y/N come down and take a picture!” I huff and sit up, feeling a little dizzy afterwards, I get up, now feeling even more dizzy, I stumble out of my room and down the stairs. I see my step mom and step sister huddling in the living room arranging the boxes. My dad calls me over and tells me to take a picture of him and them. I agree and take his camera, they pose and I give him back his camera. After a quick look he puts his camera down and says “I’ll get the guys to bring your furniture up okay?” I nod and go up, I hear my dad and them talk as they start going up the stairs. My dad yells out my name asking me where I was.

“I’m in here!” I yell out. The moving guys come in and bring my bed and I tell them where to set it down, adjacent to the window, so if I wanna get up and look out the window I can. I clap happily and it hits 7 am as dad tells me to get out the house and take my sister over to Hawkins high and middle school. I sigh and agree as I head downstairs to retrieve her, I grab my keys, our documents, my bag and head out. I pull out the map dad handed me and look for Hawkins High and Middle School to find directions and start heading our way there. 

this is what ur wearing btw bc i said so with a backpack that matches the fit

After 20 long minutes me and my sister finally got to the parking lot and we headed inside of the school. I look around the school confused and we start aimlessly walking around. It hits 8 when the students start coming in one by one, and that’s when I panic. First of all I’m not dressed crazy, but I’m dressed not typically normal, but whatevs! In my pink princess dress and crown I rule. I see this guy with the beautiful hair I’ve seen on a man, it was swooped in all the right angles and it was angelic. I wanna walk up to him, maybe talk him up a bit, but looking at the people around him doing that would make me a joke. 

So I keep my distance and as they pass by me they give me a nasty side look, I stare back with a glare and until they pass, I keep staring. I sighed until some other girl walked in. She had brown curly hair and doe eyes that I could get lost in. She looked sweet, like a chocolate milkshake. She stops at her locker and, pushing away my social anxiety, I walk up to her. 

“Excuse me?” I say wearily, tapping on her shoulder, she turns to look at me with a kind smile

“Hi!” She says with a smile, I smile back and reply 

“Hi, sorry, I’m new here and I’m looking to get enrolled. I have no idea where to go.” I say sheepishly

“No worries! I’ll show you to the office!” She says, closes her locker and takes me to the office. I call out to my sister and she trails behind us. We get to the office and I start talking to them, getting enrolled blah blah blah. She leaves because class is starting and as I’m left alone there with my sister I feel a bit awkward. I start pestering her to ease the tension in the office and as she is swatting me away the lady at the desk calls me over. 

“Alright Y/N and Candace, here are your schedules and the middle school is over that way” She says pointing to the right. I nod and thank her, dragging my sister along with me to leave the high school to get to the middle school. I put our documents in my bag, making sure they are safely tucked away in order to not get ruined. Once we get outside I start heading to the middle school and as we reach the front, she stops me. 

“Do NOT go in with me Ate!” She says angrily, I roll my eyes with her and ask her why. She huffs and says that “I’ll embarrass her” So I sigh and pass her her schedule. She takes it and leaves but not without giving me a hug and an

“I love you” I smile and pat her head, I hug her back and say

“I love you too smelly, at the end of the day I’ll wait for you so we can walk back okay?” I look down at her and she nods, she runs inside and waves at me while I wave back. I wonder how she’s gonna fend for herself in there. Just a couple of months ago we were in the same school and I was showing her where to go. I feel bad ripping her from her friend group just because I graduated, but I have a feeling she’ll like it here. 

I make my way back to the high school as I look at my schedule and psigh. I don’t know how I’m gonna survive since my old school was all I knew, but oh well. New beginnings I guess. I head inside and look for first period, math, the subject I was best in. Took me 10 minutes to look for the room and as I walked in, the lesson had already begun. I stood there, sweat dripping down my face as the teacher snapped his neck to look at me. 

“So, you must be the new student, everyone greet Y/N!” He says with a smile, I look to the class and suddenly I regret wearing this outfit. I see some people giggling, whispering to each other, as if I wasn’t there. He tells me to sit in the middle, right next to some guy who I saw that had the perfect hair. I sit down and he eyes me. The lesson resumes and as I’m spacing out, I feel something hit me and I look and see him. His eyes point down and I see a tiny paper ball, I grab it and open it to read. 

“Welcome to Hawkins sweetheart” it read, I looked at him putting on my doe eyes, the name sweetheart makes me swoon, but I know I shouldn’t be so open. I write back “Hi :3” and pass it back to him. The teacher looks at us so we stop passing notes. Class ends and as I get up and grab my things he grabs my arm. I look up at him with a pouty look and he lets go. 

“Sorry Y/N, I just wanted to say that you looked cute” he says with a light blush, I thank him and smile 

“Obviously you know my name, so what’s yours?” I ask

“Steve, Steve Harrington” He says smiling, I look at the clock on the wall and notice that second period is starting

[islandiis]

get to know the mun.

what's your phone wallpaper: my lockscreen is a photo my best friend and I took on a small rowboat in Sweden last summer. My background is a cute photo of my parents from behind, made even more special to me by the fact that my dad is wearing our team's football jersey which has our family's name and our football motto on it :)

last song you listened to: Little Dark Age, MGMT

currently reading: PiKHAL by Alexander Shulgin. I read TiKHAL (the second book) first bc I'm more interested in the subject of the second book!

last movie: Ummmm Ég Man Þig?? or Hlemmur?? OR The Cowboy Bebop movie LMFAOOO I can't remember the last movie I watched tbh I don't do that very often

last show: How To Change Your Mind

what are you wearing right now: the leggings I wear under my fishing trousers (I was fishing lmao), a crop top and a university hoodie

piercings/tattoos?: I have my earlobes pierced and seven tattoos!! They are: - a vegvísir and the date I was told I was cancer free (09.02.17, I got the tattoo the day after lol, it was my very first!) - coordinates - a quote from an anime (which is and always has been a very cringe anime but idgaf it brought me joy at the time and I don't fuck with regrets so. Yeah I have a Voltron tattoo that says 'go, be great'). no regrets - "þetta reddast", an Icelandic phrase which means 'things will work out' which sounds great and happy but is also used in like a fake-positivity, dismissive way. I'm not the best with my own emotions sometimes and I felt like it was funny and fitting bc I expect positivity of myself Always (I'm in therapy now lmao) and that ain't realistic - "ævintýri", the Icelandic word for 'adventure' bc that's what my life is all about &lt;3 - a sun, because in the past few years several people have told me I'm "bright like the sun", "the human embodiment of sunshine", etc. and that's the nicest compliment I've ever gotten. I want to keep that with me always :') - a plane, a (semi) matching tattoo I got with a girl in a hostel I met for one (1) day. I held the door for her and we started talking. It was her first time in Ireland so I bought her a Guinness and taught her the word 'sláinte' - we decided we'd get tattoos to commemorate our meeting and carry a wee bit of one another with us :) she got sláinte tattooed but if I got that I'd get beat up bc I'm from the North so she got sláinte and I got a plane (which she had suggested). Everytime I look at that tattoo I think about her and how grateful I am we met, even just for a day.

glasses/contacts?: I wear glasses most of the time but I have contacts I can wear when I feel like!!

last thing you ate: onion rings lmao

favorite colors: YELLOW YELLOW YELLOW!!! I'm slowly making my life as full of yellow as possible bc it brings me joy :)

current obsession: I'm always obsessed with mushrooms and poisons tbh. mycology and toxicology are my shit. Recently I've also been focusing on one biiig passion of mine - getting more involved in activism and advocating for [redacted bc I know the topic can be triggering/sensitive for some people so I want to be mindful]

do you have a crush right now?: that Hozier song that is like "I fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new" is me bc I love people. I just love people. I'm not in love with people, I just love them - friends, strangers, whatever. But yes I have a crush right now lol I'm just sort of going with the flow and not really acknowledging it bc I'm so free spirited that idk where I want to be right now exactly, so I'm just gonna see how it all goes!!

favorite fictional character: OH DAMN. fuck. I mean, Fannar, my OCs Afthas and Hrafna. My best friend's characters (her Finland for example, UGH I'M OBSESSED). Other than that...?? Lio Fotia is my babygirl (and my cosplay victim &lt;;3)

tagged by: @fangmother

tagging: @frestoniia @offreedom @ anyone else who wants to do it!!!

[strawberrymothteeth]

Would you believe me when I say that it took some minutes maybe hours before I started to follow you?

Hi hello and salutations my name is Artemis and I've been an fan in the a dark of yours for some days.. Like uh an month? I discovered you bc of your comic "keeping it warn" and it sorta looped to me just scrolling and scrolling through your blog, and just falling head over hill of your little au with the boys being cryptids I love the way you portray both of them.

Sun being calm and super fun always wanting to help, while moon being an cranky old bird, but I gotta say what gave me the most pleasure of stalking that part of your blog is your beautiful storytelling and your art.

How many times have I not just thought "hey new phone wallpaper" and stopped myself bc I think it would be rude and awkward if I just did that...

And now I am here coming out of my little shadow self to show you how much love I have for your art, and the way you make Y/N yours is the only that I read and say "hey I would do that"

Oh oh I am not here just to gush I wanted to show something too although is just an figment

"Cold red eyes stared at you from the dark, the stars where to illuminate everything but somehow... He wasn't affect by it.. "

weoihfoewif this was so nice to read. nice to meet you artemis. I am glad you like my stuff enough to follow me and my cryptid designs. and i am completely fine with you using my art for phone wallpaper! it is fine as phone and computer it is just when people repost or try to profit on my art do i have a problem. ( i had multiple people in the past try to sell prints of my stuff and i was not involved with.) woiehfewi and i am glad feral y/n is your cup of tea. i worry my y/n would not be relatable enough. ;; and OOOOOO i like that figment!

[xkittypunkerx]

SCREAM TRILOGY PART ONE - A BEAUTIFUL LIE

Chapter 5 - What Are They Gonna Do

-April Mendez-

The remainder of the car ride stayed relatively silent, thankfully. Jax went back to his side of the van, and I stayed to myself, not like I had much of a choice otherwise. I tried gathering any signs of where we were going by looking out the window, but all I found for the most part was starless skies and trees.

After driving down a very bumpy road, until Phil hit the brakes hard, jerking me forward. Through the windshield I could see that we were officially in the middle of nowhere off of a sad excuse of a dirt road. A small one-story shack rested atop the small hill, complete with crooked shudders, missing shingles, and decrepit wood.

I can't believe something as unstable as that was still standing, let alone supporting all five of these lunatics.

"Home sweet home," Seth said with a ridiculous smile as he quickly undid the chains and pulled me out of the van.

As soon as we got inside, I felt tears fill my eyes as my nose caught wind of the horrid smell. I couldn't precisely describe the stench, but if I had to make an attempt, I'd say it was rotting flesh, stale blood, and molding food.

It was like death itself was present in the living room. Phil watched me intently before explaining, "You'll get used to it soon enough." I just gagged even more.

To distract myself from the smell, I looked around the room to see if I could form any sort of escape route. The room was connected to the kitchen via a small opening in the off-white wall. There were two large windows to my left, one of which had a bullet hole penetrating the glass. Some portions of wallpaper remained on the walls. It was brown, peeling, and entirely unattractive.

The carpet looked like a rainbow with all kinds of colorful stains from God knows what. Lastly, there was a couch and table in the middle of the room, a square TV from the 90s, an old Play Station, a recliner, and some knives scattered across the carpet; all of the knives were permanently dyed red from blood.

After surveying the room, I began to wonder what exactly they planned to do with me. Were they going to kill me? Rape me? Hurt me? Make me beg for my life? I guess I should have seen this coming. I mean I always knew there was something wrong with them...ever since I had told Phil I was moving, things just weren't the same.

Phil was never the same.

-Flashback, 2 ½ Years Ago-

"Phil...there's something I have to tell you," I mumbled into the phone receiver.

My parents had just told me that in a couple months we'd be moving to Jersey. It was for my dad's job, but even so I couldn't really bring myself to accept it. I'd spent my entire life in this house...and quite honestly, I didn't want to leave.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"You know how my dad lost his job? He got a new one."

"That's great, Ape! Why do you sound sad about it?"

"Phil, the job is in Atlantic City. We're going to be moving in a few months...and I wanted you to be the first to know. I haven't been able to tell anyone else just yet."

There was a long amount of silence on the other end before he was finally able to respond. He must be just as shaken up as I am, which I completely understand. We were just now starting to really get into our relationship. "What... What am I supposed to do without you here, Ape?"

I sighed heavily, unsure how to answer. "We'll make it work, Phil."

"Ok, I hope so. Anyway, you should get back to work on your paper. Call me when you're done."

I clicked "save" at the top of the document, admiring my work briefly before exiting. Words couldn't describe how relieved I felt to have finally finished my exam paper for English class. Excitedly, I reached for my cell phone and dialed Phil's number.

After getting nothing but an answering machine, I tossed the phone back on my bed and sighed. Maybe his phone was on silent. I guess I'll just have to go over to his house and surprise him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I drove over to his place and knocked on the door, but there was no response. I knew that he kept a spare key on his back porch, so I went there and got inside.

"Hello?" I called.

Once again, there was no answer. I was about to just turn around and leave, until I heard a thump on the floor above my head. I wonder what that could be? I slowly walked up the stairs, despite the chills of fear that were terrorizing my spine. Something wasn't right here...yet I found myself continuing forward to Phil's room.

"Phil, is that you?" I asked cautiously.

I heard more strange thumping noises, followed by laughter. I opened his bedroom door slowly and gasped at the sight. There was red liquid splattered all across his hardwood floor. Was that blood? I followed the liquid trail to its source.

Nadia, James's girlfriend and one of my best friends, was sprawled across the floor with a huge gash running along her body. The blood was spilling out of Nadia's body. In addition to the stretching gash, there were multiple stab wounds in her chest and random scratches all over her body. Blood pooled into the cracks of the wood, and doused their clothing.

"Nadia?!" I screamed in horror.

Phil turned around and smiled, "Oh hey there Ape, come to join the party? You're next in line, you know."

Next in line for what? Death? I could feel my lungs constrict tightly, trapping me in a choking episode. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak.

"Did you kill Nadia? james, that's... that's your girlfriend! She was my friend! She never did anything to you! What were you guys thinking? You're all gonna go to jail!"

Jax stepped forward with a menacing look in his eyes. "We're not going anywhere, and neither are you."

He quickly grabbed my arm, but because his fingers were coated in wet blood, he lost his grip quickly, giving me just enough time to get the fuck out of there. I immediately ran back down the stairs, slowing down halfway upon noticing that I wasn't being followed. Could it be that I just imagined I saw all that? It would make more sense than believing that my boyfriend was a crazed murderer, that's for sure!

Before I could leave his house completely, I slipped at the stairs, losing consciousness after banging my head into the banister. When I woke up, I was in my bed with nothing more than a small band-aid on my forehead and a little bruise on my leg.

All of that had to be a nightmare. There is no other explanation. None of them could really be capable of murder could they? And it's not like Nadia was the kind of girl to get herself in that kind of trouble.

Regardless of whatever the reality of it all may be, I could never could get rid of the sinking feeling in my stomach. The next day, my parents told me that we'd be moving sooner than expecting, and for the first time since I initially heard the news, I couldn't be more than thrilled.

The following day I ended my relationship with Phil and refused to speak to any of the guys before moving. The chances may have been small, but truth be told, I was scared that that dream could have been real. My life could have been truly endangered. I didn't tell him any of that though. The move was enough of an excuse.

Given the recent chain of events, I think it's pretty safe to say that they really did kill Nadia that day. They intended to kill me next, but I moved away before they could get me. And now that I walked right into the lion's den, they were ready to finish the job by killing me. I felt the strained expression of fear reform on my face as I made the effort to back up as far as I possibly could to be a fair distance from them.

Phil knew all too well what I was up to. He quickly came over behind me and pulled me closer to the group. "Don't think you're going anywhere soon, April. We've got loads of fun planned for you."

I wanted so badly to free myself from his grip, but before I could begin struggling, a loud gunshot echoed throughout the house.

"What the hell is going on down there, Keenan?" Jax yelled.

The guys all sprung up to their feet and ran into the nearby hallway. James was lying on the floor, clutching his shoulder. Blood was leaking onto the carpet. A burning, circular hole appeared in the wooden door to the right. Someone shot him from behind that door.

-Celeste Bonin-

Escaping here is gonna be much easier than I originally anticipated. The floorboards above my head were endlessly creaking, and I knew that more of them had since arrived. Time to go kill. I gripped the gun tightly between my fingers as I walked toward the staircase.

I stood on the first step at the bottom and noticed that they were wooden stairs and would probably creak with each of my steps, greatly reducing the element of surprise. Nevertheless, I crept up the stairs as slowly and silently as possible, maintaining a minimum amount of creaking.

Once I reached the top, I could see a strip of light beneath the door. I waited and watched until a shadow of someone would walk by.

As I was waiting, I heard a female voice in the mix of male voices. It didn't take me long to realize that I was hearing AJ's voice. I can't believe Parking Lot Creep was serious about knowing her, but it was honestly irrelevant.

Now I'd have to save both of us, which only made the adventure even greater. A small smile formed across my lips as adrenaline rushed through my veins. Oh, how I love a good adventure.

After about ten minutes, someone finally came near the door. I jumped up to my feet and wasted no time kicking the door open slightly and firing through the wood at whoever was stupid enough to cross paths with me. After the body fell to the floor, I peaked through the bullet hole to find that it was the parking lot creep! How perfect.

I grinned evilly as I watched him writhe on the ground, groaning in pain for the second time this evening. I saw four other men run into the hallway, staring down at his body in disbelief. The Biker looking man in the center of the group turned to look at the door and saw me through the hole.

"Seth, take care of his wound. It looks like I've got a pest to exterminate," he growled.

I laughed, "Uh, pest? Please, I'm more of a pestilence!" I held the gun in position, shedding the extra bullet shell, and aiming it toward Mr. Biker.

"Ready to die?" I asked with a cocky smile.

The guy next to him with long black raven hair smirked and pulled a knife out of his back pocket. "Wow, she's pretty aggressive. This will be fun."

Mr. Biker stepped forward, his chest making contact with the barrel of the gun. I glared at him for having the nerve to show me any disrespect. "Get out of my way so that me and my friend can ditch this shitty place!" I demanded, not once feeling my aim falter.

"Oh, I don't think that will be happening anytime soon."

This guy seemed way to confident for someone who was about to get shot.

[mc-cos-charm]

This one will be a short thing so don't expect much.

GENSHIN AU: SAGAU (a cult in later chap?)

"THE ONE WHO WOKE UP IN A DREAM"

Pronunciation of you: You, them/their, neutral.

Characters; 'you' for now , Klee , Amber . ???

Warning : self-harm , blood (please if you are not comfortable do not read) gore

3rd p.o.v

It isn't really that much of a big deal when it comes to doing your work and finishing it quickly. It just naturally happened that your phone was near you and is begging for you to play and entertain yourself rather than do lousy work.

Your p.o.v

I picked up my phone that is near me , the wallpaper showed my favorite things. Apps I downloaded out of sheer boredom , swiping before seeing the GENSHIN app. It's like a daily thing to do , open GENSHIN . Log in . Do the dailies . Burn every raisin. Rage on artifacts that are not even half decent . Admire the characters I love, and or co-op with other players who will sometimes kick me out after they are done... Wait the last one is actually sad..

Just that , before pulling on the latest banner, though I got qiqi while pulling on the event banner.

I yawn for a moment before looking at my work that is clearly not even half done.

'I'll do that later , just a few more seconds..'

3rd p.o.v

That is what you thought after falling asleep and seeing yourself in a rather....

peaceful place?

The warm sun , the smooth grass , the air that isn't polluted , well that is certainly new after being immune to industrial air but anyway , this is rather...

PANICKING SITUATION— I mean , you didn't do your work who knows when that'll be due...

Looking left and then right. Only the wind knows where you are.

Your p.o.v

'should there be a character that will say imposter like any other SAGAU right?'

I thought to myself before wandering off. The sky is cloudless and the sounds that surround me are only birds , nature and the nearby body of water.

"what does every imposter slash creator always do here again?" I mumbled out, grasping any fanfics and stories I had read over Tumblr, AO3 , quotav and Wattpad..

"right... What am I even wearing?",

it's not really an armor or anything that could save me if ever a character suddenly came and attacked me. It's just simple clothes.

I sat on a nearby tree , a huge one at that with the tree comes the anemo statue.

'Monsdadt'

"it would really help if I could have clue on what I'm supposed to do..but right now , I'm just very confused"

I said before looking up . I could see how the leaves sway in a gentle manner , it creates some small gaps letting small lights in..

it's pretty, if you think about it .

it looks like the gaps create stars that you could only watch in daylight.

"ah wait , in things like this blood is important!"

before pricking my finger with a sharp dried stick I found on the ground, the blood was red and then it turned white? And then shimmer lightly before it became gold.

"yeah.. ill be hunted , bad." ,

it isn't much but , it's not like I have any energy to run, I mean.. I'm too tired..

If they want to kilL me then just do it so that there won't be any problem or if they want I'll gladly do it myself.

That was what I was thinking before seeing a shadow loom and stare at me

"hello? Are you lost?" A blond haired little girl said.

"I guess..." I answered reluctantly.

It's not that I'm lost , it's just that I'm quite tired for some reason. It's the feeling that the world itself is eating every ounce of my energy and forces me to sleep and be tired.

"well you're in luck! Because the best knight is right in front of you! My name is klee , nice to meet you" Klee said gleefully , looking at me with curiosity.

"I'm glad to fina– I'm glad to meet you klee , my name is '—————' ..." I said as I smiled at klee . The feeling of being sucked in an unknown reason is still making itself known to me. Does that even make sense? To me.. no , definitely not. What kind of monologue is that even?

"uhm... Sorry? May I know your name again?" Klee said , she somehow didn't recognize what you looked like but you are not a local from what you're wearing right now.

"oh , it's alright.. no need to apologize. My name is '————±±' , is it hard to pronounce?" I asked Klee who is looking more confused at me

"are you saying your name? Because all klee hears are just long tiiiinggg , like that and nothing more..." Klee said as she begins to look even more confused and troubled .

Will this be a problem in the future? Maybe ? But who knows?

"ah... I don't know.." I answered truthfully, even I don't know what's going on .

"KLEE!!" A lady came in red , with a bow in her hand.

"come here! Right now Klee , quick!" The lady said before grabbing klee's arm gently yet firmly.

"excuse me.. but may I know—" , before realizing what's going on there was a painful throb in my head causing me to silence myself.

BLOOD ...

Pitter , patter , blood dripping into the ground.

There was someone else who aimed the arrow in my direction and cruelly shot me in the head.

It hurts ... IT HURTS ... MAKE IT STOP.

a low glow around me , surrounding me like a warm blanket before disappearing In front of everyone.

Much to the ladies horror. Who would have thought that someone would aim and shoot at a stranger In front of them no less.

It was fast.

Everything happened too quickly and amber could only thank barbatos that she put her hand on klee's eyes before everything happened.

Alright .

That's a wrap up everyone , go to sleep now. It's 11:37 pm.

Though let me know if you guys want to continue this..

And could I have a favor with you , reader.

What will be your fake name or an alias ? You guys need a certain nickname to continue on this.

Let me know in the comments (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

, thank you for reading .

[theolliesaurus]

i'm so sorry,, op.

february this year will mark 10 years since i lost my dad - he passed away in his sleep from an aneurysm in his heart. yet i still remember when we got the phone call - it was the morning and my mum came to wake me up. the news didn't Hit until a later date. i didn't know how to cry when i first found it all out; that he'd passed 3 days prior to the call and was found face down in his bed,, that my sister was preparing to tell him the news of her then pregnancy.

i remember i got out of bed because my mum wanted me to follow her into my sister's room. my sister was sobbing buckets on the bed. and that was when my mum broke the news. i didn't outwardly react or start crying. i don't remember feeling much of anything. but my sister wanted me to come forwards when my mum left the room,, and she just pulled me in close and hugged me. but i still didn't cry.

the one thing i did was turn on my laptop and start watching a video to escape the news instead. but i still didn't yet cry.

but instead the funeral in march was where i broke.

what hurts the most is i never got to see him one last time,, nor did i ever get to say goodbye. and i still feel so guilty about not being able to communicate with him anymore because of the trauma of what he went through in past years,, with his sudden fall that lead to a triple heart bypass surgery,, to which he then would have to remain in a care home for the rest of his years as it excelled his huntington's to the point he couldn't live or care for himself anymore.

and because i no longer have him in my life,, i fear what will happen when i inevitably will lose my remaining parent or how i'll cope - my mum is my carer as i can't live independently due to disability,, there's things i can't do to take care of myself and skills i'm not able to learn.

which then sparks fears of what's going to happen to my sisters and to me,, because i'm planned to be transferred over to one if anything should happen to our mum,, and then transferred over to another if anything then happens to the sister who's first in line to care for me,, and so forth and so forth.....

but;

two or three of my favourite childhood memories that i look back on often include how my dad would take me shopping with him in the car into the next town,, and the shopping center had a little cafe next to it - the cafe had one of those coin-operated kiddie rides outside of it also (it was Scoop from "Bob the Builder"). so when we had finished shopping,, my dad then took me into the cafe and he bought me a cake to eat,, and then would let me play on that kiddie ride.

or there was a moment where we drove to the next town in the car,, and he stopped at one point to buy us a pastry each,, and we just sat in the car together eating our pastries.

or just the simplicity of being taken to the library to rent out a dvd on the weekends when he came to pick me up from my house. then we'd walk on down to his flat afterwards where i'd stay for a couple hours before bringing me back home. i'd play games on his computers,, or i'd take pictures with his photography camera out the back window.

or how when we'd make cakes down his flat,, he'd let me lick the mixture in the bowl and off the spoon. and how he'd let me help out with putting the roast chicken in the oven for dinner.

i still have a piece of his flat. a bit of his wallpaper that was ripped. and yet it's tucked away in a cupboard below my computer.

i have his photography camera that he left me. and yet i just can't bring myself to use it.

i had his computer from his care home that he wanted me to have - because i would always do drawings on it when i visited. it was the one physical thing i had left of him that felt alive. and yet i broke down when it suddenly didn't work anymore. now it sits tucked away in our storage cupboard downstairs; because i still can't part with it.

i still have some money that he inherited to me that i still haven't yet touched or done anything with.

it all still hurts.

and what hurts more is my mum offered for me to see his body in the coffin on the day of the funeral,, but i declined and said no.....

No one prepares you for how crippling grief is, last year my mom died of cancer. I watched her decline so rapidly that my brain couldn't understand who I was looking at by the time she passed. I couldn't understand who I was by the time she passed because I had to become a vessel who makes appointments, dresses, nurses, cooks and an entity who does not sleep. I did it all alone. The reality is that cancer eats away at everything, it lives on even after the patient dies. It ate away at every part of me, I couldn't get out of bed, I had sleep paralysis, I couldn't stop seeing her... like that. They asked me if she's my grandmother when they carried her out of the house. She was in her early 50s. Do you understand? In 3 months, she began to look like she was 80. Everyone wanted me to move on after a month, no one called anymore, not even a text. I thought I was alone when she was alive, but this was a new type of isolation. One that I barely survived. (thank you to my mutuals and tumblr for being an outlet)

It's been a year and 6 months, today I realized she's not the first thing I think of in the morning, or the last thing I think of before I fall asleep. I couldn't even call to do paperwork before, now I'm forgetting why it was even that difficult.

The sun's out, I think i'm going to get ice cream without feeling guilty that it's not something she can do anymore.