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charmandabear · 1 year ago

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Summary

I got mad when the game wouldn't let me hug him after the Cazador fight. So I fixed it. Plus a bit more steaminess in the graveyard scene. (Also, yes, I'm insufferable about this title.)

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Tav Rating: M Word Count: 4.5k Tags/Warnings: post-Cazador fight, Act 3 spoilers, blood kink, biting, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, soft dom Astarion, enthusiastic consent

It's been a good 10 years since I've written fanfiction and probably about 20 since I've published any online. This boy got me down BAD. I made an AO3 account for this fucker. (Which you can find here.)

“I can do this, but I need your help.”

You’ve never heard him plead like this. He’s usually so cool and confident. He doesn’t need anyone if he can help it. But this is different. Standing over Cazador, dagger in hand, fear and desperation in his eyes.

“I’ll be free - truly, completely free. Isn’t that what you want?”

He knows how to make your heart melt and break all at the same time. Gods, yes, of course that’s what you want, more than anything in the world. For him to be free to live the life that he never got to have, the life that Cazador stole away from him. He was so young when he got turned. And if he doesn’t take this chance, then as soon as you manage to get these damned tadpoles out of your head he’ll be relegated to the shadows once again. You can’t do that to him.

But this isn’t it. This won’t give him the freedom he so desperately craves, no, deserves. It’s just another form of chains. You take a shaky breath and prepare yourself for his disapproving glare.

“I know you think this will set you free, but it won’t. This power will trap you, just like it trapped Cazador.”

Astarion’s face goes slack, the recognition of the cycle of abuse suddenly clear. His eyes on you soften as he murmurs, “You– you’re right. I can be better than him.” He turns a steely gaze back to Cazador.

“But I’m not above enjoying this.”

With a ferocity that you haven’t yet seen in Astarion, he yanks Cazador’s head back and starts viciously stabbing into his neck. Two hundred years of pent up fury and revenge release in a matter of moments. At a certain point, he’s not even stabbing the man, but rather the idea of Cazador and everything he represents.

Eventually he slows and drops Cazador’s limp body to the ground. The dagger falls with a clatter, and Astarion takes a step back. His eyes finally come back into focus and he realizes that it’s over. Really, truly, over. He’s finally free.

His face is awash with an overwhelm of emotions that you can’t identify. He’s panting, first from the physical exertion and then the sobs that wrack his body. He lets out a howling cry filled with pain and suffering and relief and anguish and he falls to his knees, shoulders shaking. Up until this point, you and the rest of your party have been frozen to the spot as you watched Astarion claim his revenge. But something in you breaks free and you rush to his side. Where you need to be. Where you belong.

You grab him tight in your arms and curl into his neck, your own tears mixing with the blood and grime on his bare shoulder. You think with an almost sardonic humor how often your positions have been reversed. Whereas when he leaned into your neck it was often with hunger, or lust, or even just a flirty playfulness, now all you could bring is a shared pain and comfort. You plant a tender kiss just below his ear and he looks at you with tearful eyes, an unidentifiable question present. You wrap your hand around the base of his neck, fingers raking through bloodstained silver curls. Pressing your foreheads together, you sync up your breaths with his, trying to slow them back to an even rhythm. Gods, you love this man so much.

You finally dare to break the silence, whispering, “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” He lets out a weary chuckle and nods. You take one more look into those wet crimson eyes, bloodshot and tired, and smear some of Cazador’s blood left on his cheek in an attempt to wipe away his tears. He takes your hand and kisses your fingertips gently. You suddenly become aware that the other six spawn have been released from their soul-draining chains and are approaching, just as tired and sweaty as the rest of you. The two of you slowly get up to your feet, each helping the other in the process.

“Is… is it over? Is he…?” The woman you vaguely recall meeting in the flophouse in Wyrm’s Crossing, Dalyria, cautiously peers at Cazador’s body. Astarion lets out one final sigh, his breathing finally returning to normal.

“Yes. He’s gone.” He sounds like he can hardly believe it himself. As though saying the words aloud might somehow break a spell and make them untrue.

“What does that mean for us?” Petras, you think, comes up behind Dal. You do remember meeting him, feeling like he was like a knockoff version of Astarion. Trying all the same moves with half of the charm. You feel bad, now, about that judgemental assessment. He looks like such a lost little boy.

“It means you have a choice,” he says with exasperation. Sibling bonds, even when forged in fire, never die. “You can hide here, living in the shadows, like parasites.” His voice is filled with venom. “Or you can be more than what he made us to be. You can choose differently, of course. But the consequences are on your head.”

“What does it mean for them?” Dal asks, and Astarion falters slightly.

“Ah. Now that is a question…” You can tell he had been trying not to think about the seven thousand vampire spawn locked up in the dungeons. He was trying to get Sebastian out of his mind since their conversation. You don’t blame him, honestly. Astarion may have been forced to do Cazador’s bidding, but that doesn’t make the fallout from that any less reprehensible. Worse even that he was good at it.

Astarion had taken a step away from you to talk to his siblings, and you can see him beginning to spiral. You close the distance again and lay a hand on his shoulder. You can feel him start under your touch.

“Let’s release them,” you offer quietly. “They deserve the same chance you got.” You have no idea who Astarion would be right now if he hadn’t gotten kidnapped by the Illithid. If he hadn’t been on this journey, seen everything he had seen. Met you. Honestly, you don’t know who you’d even be if you hadn’t met him either. The thought alone makes you run cold.

“You’re right,” he breathes barely above a whisper. “The poor wretches in the cells are innocent. They shouldn’t have to suffer just because I-” his voice catches in his throat and you see him shake off a dark thought, “lured them here.” He reaches down to pick up Cazador’s staff - Woe, you think it’s called - with a hand still stained reddish black with the vampire’s blood. He looks at it for a moment, considering it carefully, and everything this staff had ever meant. Then he slams it on the ground, red waves of energy emanating from it, using its power to unlock every single one of the cells in the dungeon.

“They’ll need someone to lead them. Take the tunnels into the Underdark. Find somewhere… well, not safe, but less perilous.” Petras eyes light up with fear.

“What? No, we can’t-” he begins desperately, but Astarion cuts him off with a hand.

“Just try to keep them out of trouble.” The exasperated tone is back. How often had he needed to manage Petras’ emotions as much as his own? You vaguely wonder if Petras looked to Astarion as a role model. The other six spawn walk off slowly, exhausted but clearly relieved to be starting anew.

You turn to Astarion, who has just finished redonning his armor that Cazador had stripped him of. His gaze is glassy; you’ve seen this look before, sometimes even when you’re in bed together. He might as well be a million miles away. You gently touch his arm to bring him back to you. He jumps slightly, then a wan smile touches his lips, but not his eyes.

“That’s it. He’s gone. After all these years – these centuries – it’s really over.” He shuffles his feet, antsy and tired at the same time. You hesitate a moment, unsure of the best way to respond, but you finally settle on, “I’m proud of you. You did the right thing.” His smile isn’t free of bitterness.

“I’m glad you think so, because I’m not so sure.” His eyes flick up back to you, but that glassy look has returned. “I just feel numb. What I’ve lost, what I’ve gained – it’s all so much. And gods, all those spawn, free in the Underdark. I need some time, I think. Just to let it all sink in.” You reach out to touch his face comfortingly. Your heart sinks as he gently pushes your hand away, but it settles when he doesn’t let go of it.

“Let’s just go. This place reeks of death and I want to feel alive again.” He gives your fingers a small squeeze and then walks off ahead of your party, making his way down the long corridor into Cazador’s dungeon. Well, not Cazador’s anymore. You briefly wonder what’s going to happen to this place.

At the end of the hallway, you see the Gur standing there, too late to be even remotely useful. You struggle to keep a scowl off your face. You hate how they treated Astarion in your last encounter. You could be sympathetic of their pain, of course; they’ve lost so much to Astarion’s actions. But the fact that they offered no sympathy for him back, the fact that they could barely acknowledge that he was a victim himself? Absolutely despicable.

Ulma stands at the head of the group, and her scowl matches yours. “You killed one vampire, but released seven thousand of his spawn? Have you lost all sense?”

“They were innocents. To kill them would have been an even greater crime.” Astarion couldn’t possibly sound more tired. You don’t blame him, these are the last people he wants to defend himself against right now.

“Some of those innocents are your fucking kids,” you grumble under your breath, hopefully not enough for Ulma to hear, but just enough for Astarion’s benefit. It’s clear that she couldn’t when she retorts, “And our children? What of their fate?”

“Cazador turned everyone we brought him into spawn. I can only assume your children are somewhere in those wretched cells. You’ll find them in the Underdark, although you may not like what you find.” The grief is plain in Ulma’s face, as well as the rest of the Gur. You feel a little more sympathy for them, but still no warmth.

“This is…” Ulma searches for the right word to capture the enormity of the situation, “difficult news.” She probably could’ve done better. “We will need to decide what this means.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Thank you for what you have done – slaying Cazador was a great justice. As for the rest… well, time will tell.” Astarion nods curtly, and you’re relieved to be able to push past them and leave.

You and your party finally trudge back to Elfsong Tavern to rest. The rest of your companions are eager to gossip about the day’s events, everyone having something to say. You shield Astarion from their nosiness and distract them while he bathes in the tub in the corner, washing away more than just the physical dirt.

Later that evening as everyone else is beginning to tuck into bed, Astarion comes to you, finally ready to talk again. You can smell his signature fragrance, an earthy citrus with an undertone of spice, and it’s positively intoxicating. You’ve grown to really love that smell, and even the slightest whiff makes your head spin. For the first time maybe ever since you met, his eyes look… soft. Almost warm, even.

“I should probably start getting used to the shadows, again,” he muses with a light smile. “Who knows how long I have left in the sun?” Your heart drops. This had been your greatest fear, that he would feel resentful of the fact that you convinced him not to go through with the ritual, thereby committing him to an indefinite lifetime in the darkness. You know how much he’s grown to love the feeling of the sun on his skin. Not to mention how it makes his skin look, soft and kissable.

“Don’t say that,” you plead with him. “We could still find a way to control the tadpole.” He shakes his head, his freshly washed curls bouncing slightly.

“Maybe, but even if I could control it, it’s a dangerous game. I’d spend every day waiting for something to go wrong. For the tadpole to find a new trick, reassert itself, make me a slave again.” His eyes grow lighter, discovering the truth of what he’s saying as he says it. “Maybe never seeing the sun again is just the price of freedom.” You reach out and give his arm a reassuring squeeze, relishing the feel of his cool, toned arm beneath the warm linen. Even after all this time, being this close to him makes you a little lightheaded. You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and neck, almost as though it’s aching to be drunk.

“I’ll be with you either way,” you breathe softly. You can’t help but glance at his lips. “I hope you know that.”

“I think I do.” He sounds genuine, a bit of a rarity for him. Lest anyone believes Astarion to have a sincere bone in his body, he adds, “Assuming we survive, of course. Because a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.” You playfully shove his shoulder for teasing you. He laughs and gently pulls you in by your lower back and you feel the heat rising again. Your breath catches as his eyes rake over your body and face. He lingers on your lips for a moment before darting back up to your eyes.

“There’s… something I’d like to show you, if that’s alright? Something out in the city.” He cocks his head and looks at you with an almost impossible combination of bashfulness and lust. Being this close to him and breathing in his heady scent makes you dizzy. You manage to recover just enough to quip, “If you want to sneak off for a cuddle, you can just ask.” He lets you go and you feel a significant drop in your internal temperature.

“I’ll try to restrain myself if you do,” he says with a cheeky smile. He takes you gently by the hand and leads you out the Elfsong Tavern.

The graveyard is quiet, almost serene. Astarion walks forward towards a tombstone covered in ivy and, with something bordering on reverence, brushes the vines away to reveal the text engraved in the crumbling stone.

Astarion Ancunin 1229 DR - 1268 DR

He wipes the dirt off his hands and steps back next to you to get a better view of the stone. You stand together in silence for a moment, as if in prayer.

“Nearly two hundred years and I never came back. Not since the night I woke up down there.” His gaze is overtaken by that glassy look, the one you recognize to be him reliving his trauma. “I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt. Then when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood, Cazador was waiting. From that day on I was his.” He sneers at the memory. Then he pauses, considering, “Until today.”

He comes back to himself with a shake of his head, and his eyes return to this plane. He adds, as much to himself as to you, “Now I need to figure out who I am. What I want.”

“And what do you want?” Your mouth is dry as you ask the question. You can hope for the answer, but you wouldn’t dare presume. He might need to figure that out on his own, and if that’s the case, you will respect that.

He turns to face you, his red eyes full of more warmth than you’ve ever seen. Your heart leaps into your throat as he smiles and says, “You… I want you.

“You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient. You cared.” As he’s speaking your heart starts beating loudly, blood pumping through your arteries at an almost vulgar rate. You know he can tell, and he chuckles softly. Cupping his hand below your ear and gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, he adds teasingly, “You trusted me when that was an objectively stupid thing to do.” He pulls you even closer and rests his forehead against yours. You could never get tired of this. As much as you love those moments filled with heat and lust, there’s something so tender about these intimate gestures that aren’t about sex.

“I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don’t want to lose that.” You grasp at the back of his shirt, looking for purchase as you fall so much more deeply for him. Your voice is barely above a whisper as you breathe, “You won’t. Whatever comes next, I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.”

You two stand there for what feels like both an eternity and a fraction of a second before he pulls away and looks at the grave again.

“Well. I should probably fix this.” He pulls a dagger from his belt with practiced fingers and kneels beside the stone, carving something into it. You kneel beside him and see that it now reads

Astarion Ancunin 1229 DR - 1268 DR 1492 DR -

His new life. For the first time in two hundred years, he can call it his own. You find yourself at a loss of what to do, or what to add, so you self-consciously pick up a nearby wildflower and gently place it at the base of his gravestone. He glances at you sideways and smirks, “Cute.” You both sit back on your heels to admire his work. He heaves a great sigh, letting go of centuries of tension and fear.

“I’ve been dead in the ground for long enough. It’s time to start living again.” He turns to you and takes your hands. “With everything life has to offer.” His voice has taken on that gravelly tone that sends a shiver up your spine. You don’t want to pressure him, of course, but your desire for his touch is getting harder to ignore. These gentle grazes, lovely though they’ve been, have set your skin aflame.

“Meaning…?”

His eyes glint mischievously and that familiar flirty lilt comes back to his voice. “If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded.” Your body leans toward him instinctively, breath heavy in your chest. The words are out of your mouth before your brain catches up, “Sounds good to me.” He gets close to your face and you can feel his breath on your lips before he pulls away suddenly. He’s teasing you, and you know that he’s relishing in the satisfaction of it.

“You know,” he says with a feigned innocence, as though he doesn’t know the effect he has on you, “I didn’t care for you when we first met.” The sudden shift in tone knocks you back to reality, and you can’t help but laugh. He impishly glances up at you through his lashes.

“But I do now. Being with you is about more than lust or manipulating you into a tactical alliance.” He takes your hand, cheekiness gone, and looks you squarely in the eye with a rare earnestness. “I love you. I love this. And I want it all.” You will never tire of hearing those words. He reaches behind your ear and tenderly pulls you closer to him, finally giving your lips the reprieve they’ve been so desperate for. It’s a soft kiss, gentle, yet it still makes you burn up inside.

He pulls away far too soon, and you gaze back at him with starry eyes. His features is soft and smiley, but in an instant he raises on his knees so he’s towering over you and he takes on that stern expression that makes your temperature rise. He shoves you back onto your elbows before bending down to crawl up your torso hungrily. He kisses you again, this time with more intensity. He pins you down with the weight of his chest and then traps you further by nudging your leg up with his knee, eliciting a small gasp of surprise from you. You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. And you most certainly don’t want to.

His body presses against yours and you curl your leg around him, pulling him tighter. An almost imperceptible grunt escapes his lips and you smile through your kiss. You can feel his smile in return and you lace your fingers into his silvery hair. He deepens the kiss, rolling his hips harder against you and your mouth opens involuntarily. He takes advantage of this momentary lapse and makes his way toward your neck, marking the trail with kisses. You seize up and your fingers tighten in his hair, encouraging him silently. But he needs more than that, and you know exactly how he’ll respond.

“Use your words,” he hums between kisses. You squirm beneath him, trying to sound even remotely dignified.

“You can,” you manage to gasp out as you try to suppress the moans that his lips are tearing from your throat. He flicks his tongue right over his usual puncture wounds and then gently trails it up the shell of your ear. You shiver with the intensity of it all.

“I can… what? I can’t know unless you tell me.” How the fuck does his voice stay this even? You can bearly even think straight, let alone string full sentences together. And yet he remains calm, nigh indifferent to the effect he’s having on you. But as cool as he is on the surface, you know how much he wants it. You both love the teasing, each night a challenge to see who can outlast the other.

“You can bite me,” you breathe and he nips at your ear ever so lightly, causing you to choke out the last few words, “if you want.”

“If I want? But what do you want?” He emphasizes the pronouns in a singsongy tone, and even hearing “I” and “you” in the same sentence does it for you. He’s still grinding against you all while assaulting your neck with filthy kisses. You try to remember what words are.

“I want you,” you gasp, trying to keep your words legible, “to bite me.” You suck in sharply through your teeth as he hitches your leg up a little higher. He grabs both of your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head.

“Are you sure?” his tone is still infuriatingly innocent. He knows how much you want this, and you know what he wants in return. You’re not quite ready to give it to him yet. But gods how you wish he would break first tonight. Odds aren’t looking great as his free hand slips behind your lower back causing you to arch it off the ground slightly.

“Yes,” you groan in agony as his lips continues their heinous walk up and down your neck and collarbone. “Please, Astarion. I want you to.” He nips you again at the same time that he presses his thigh right at the apex between your legs. He tightens his grip on your wrists and whispers sharply in your ear.

“Beg for it.”

That’s it. You’ve lost. You cry out in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. The words come tumbling out of you, unbidden and unburdened.

“Please, Astarion, bite me. Please please please. Bite me. I want to feel your fangs pierce my skin. I want to know the feeling of my blood inside you. Gods, please, I can’t take it any longer and if you don’t bite me soon I think I might-”

Thank the realms that he cuts you off in that moment, acquiescing to your begging, because you have no idea how you planned to finish that sentence. The sharp moment of pleasure as he sinks in, followed by the loveliness of feeling your blood flow into his mouth. It makes you feel slightly lightheaded, and the high it gives you is better than any you might hope to achieve on Elendren pipeweed. The gentle feeling of his tongue lapping at your neck contrasts beautifully with the sharp tension of him sucking the blood out of you. You can feel him starting to get lost in your neck, his grip on your wrists loosening. You use this moment of vulnerability in Astarion to get him back by arching your back even more to move your hips against his. You hear the sudden intake of breath through his nose and you smile to yourself smugly. He knows what you did and isn’t about to take it lying down, metaphorically speaking.

Once he’s had his fill he draws away from your neck, lips stained red with your blood. He sits up again, one knee between your legs as he looks down on you. He tsks quietly as he shakes his head, drawling, “So naughty. What am I to do with you?” You prop yourself up on your elbows and return his gaze wickedly, your blood tickling your neck as it drips down toward your shoulder. He swipes at the drop with a long pale finger and lasciviously sucks your blood off his fingertip. Your smug grin is back, knowing how weak he is for you.

His face drops into that stern expression again, but this time a devilish smile plays on his lips. He puts his hand on your chest gently, then takes a hard turn as he grabs you by the throat. Not enough to be painful, nor enough to constrict your breathing, but just enough for him to have control. He studies your face for a moment, admiring its beauty, before he yanks you upward commanding you to look him in the eye. He leans in for a forceful kiss as he keeps his hand tight beneath your jaw. You start to lose yourself in the kiss, melting into him, and he takes the opportunity to sharply push you away, his pointer lingering on your chin to show that he’s still in control of where you look. He lets you go and leans back confidently, enjoying how you’ve become extremely pliable in his hands.

He stands to loom over you for a second more, then reaches for your hand to pull you up. You’re completely under his power and couldn’t be more than happy to give him whatever he wants. You take his hand and he pulls it behind his back, pressing your chest into his.

“You’d better be good for me,” he murmurs against your lips, once again denying the kiss you ache for. “We wouldn’t want to punish any bad behavior, now would we?” He caresses your face momentarily and then turns with your hand still in his and pulls you toward… somewhere. Honestly, you couldn’t care where. You love him, and you love this, and you’ll go wherever he leads.

#astarion fanfiction #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x gn reader #astarion x gn!tav #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #astarion angst #astarion fluff

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fanbynature · 9 months ago

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A post from Dani Howe, who recently left smosh after working in the marketing team

"From Pet to Threat" - This just happened to me AGAIN and after 10+ years in this biz, I’m sick of having to get over it in silence for fear of being blacklisted, or labeled as “difficult to work with” because I chose to be open about my working experience. I won’t go into details, as this isn’t meant to be that kind of post, but I want to share this research because the “Pet to Threat" phenomena keeps happening to me and so many of my peers, particularly over the last few years here in LA. It’s truly an abusive cycle that repeats for far too many people in the workplace, but especially and aggressively for Black women in the entertainment/media industry. So many of us work extremely hard from a place of love, peace and genuine passion for our crafts. We choose to put our prowess out there, hoping that it’ll be reciprocated with that same authenticity by our leadership/mentors/peers, only to be undermined and vehemently devalued in favor of this insistence for power and control at every turn. I’ll never understand the need to prioritize pettiness & ego over doing the right thing for another team member or putting the best, most collaborative work out there for your company. What’s the point of hiring an expert or someone with big potential, just to diminish them? I'm tired of entering spaces I was promised were full of golden potential and stability, only to have to abruptly leave that space a short while later, lest endure unsafe + toxic working dynamics if I choose to brave it. The feelings of shame, guilt and confusion that come after are all too familiar, and yet they never get any easier to deal with. Constantly being in an anxious place of trying to figure out what went wrong and changing my approach, while the world you left couldn’t even be bothered to think twice about you, feels like a losing game. Why even play anymore? I'm only left jobless with no prospects, broke, and burdened with heavy feelings of sadness that I feel really dumb for having. Because it’s just a job, right? And the house always wins.

Some of you might question why even share all of this. Well, I fully believe transparency is one of the best ways to educate and inspire those around you. By sharing this article and a bit about my experience, I hope others feel encouraged to choose themselves and stop letting lazy business practices suppress their potential. I have no idea what’s next for me - this post has probably tanked any chance of me continuing a career in entertainment marketing. But what I do know is that I’m not accepting being overlooked anymore. Not having my true potential nurtured or recognized because the mentors I believed in would rather act out of insecurity than help me thrive is total BS. I deserve better than that, and so do you. I hope today is the day you know your worth."

Im interested in who are they going to blame now. It was once Defy - but now that it's in the hands of the original creators and owners - the same mistakes seem to be popping up. Hmmm

Also if fans start villanizing her the way they did with Boze and Saige - 👊👊👊 i will find you and i will punch u in the fucking face

#also the fact that it's mainly women of colour that are leaving that place #recently #smosh #smoshblr #youtube #behind the scenes

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monocledostrich-ccfinds · 6 months ago

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☆ Tales of Reverie Legacy Challenge ☆

Welcome to a new legacy challenge!

This is the official page for the Tales of Reverie Legacy Challenge made by me: monocledostrich.

Do you ever get tired of playing the same things over and over again in the Sims? Do you ever find yourself in a cycle and never end up completing a legacy challenge at all? Because I often find myself in those situations. So I decided to make my own legacy challenge and add a ton of drama and chaos and use elements of the game I never use. This legacy challenge will hold equal parts chaos and wholesomeness. Each generation is different. And I really wanted to use gameplay that I never have before, so I’m excited to play through. So if that seems like it's up your alley, this is the legacy for you.

PSA

At the end of the day, this is just a challenge. If you don't like something change it in your own gameplay. If you want to skip a generation, feel free. It's entirely up to you how your story plays out.

I like to play my game really realistically and include real life issues. If you don't want to add those into your own gameplay that is more than okay.

I will be updating this page as well as the google doc which will have a list of each generation's goals as I write more gen’s and play this challenge for myself. Make sure to save the google doc via File > Make A Copy to stay up to date!

Tag your posts with #TalesofReverieLC so I can see them! Use the same tag on the gallery so I can see your simmies!

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RULES

No money cheats allowed (unless specifically mentioned in each gen) because we love a struggle.

You must complete the stated goals for each gen to fully complete it.

You must play on Normal lifespan. I have mine altered in MC Command Center to allow for more realistic gameplay. I recommend using 7 or 14 day seasons in game.

Upon succession you may cheat the age of your heir back to day 0 if you feel like you need to in order to better complete their generation. I, however, love a struggle.

You may use ONE potion of youth per generation, but only if you really feel like you need to in order to complete the challenge. But if you have updated your lifespan days you shouldn't need to use it.

You can purchase any trait rewards from the rewards store at your leisure. Excluding the money tree.

If you wish to use modded traits rather than in game traits that is perfectly acceptable. Just ensure they are very similar to the required in game traits for each gen.

This challenge uses pretty much all of the packs, however I have omitted several things that I personally do not like playing with (such as the N.A.P system from Eco Lifestyle and Batuu).

Mods are most definitely encouraged. I use a variety to improve gameplay. In fact, a lot of this challenge includes mods. You in no way have to use them and can take out specific goals that require them if you do not want to use mods. However, I highly recommend them.

Most importantly, have fun with this challenge. Change any rules you don’t like. Skip generations, make up your own. Go wild. This is just a guideline for gameplay. A challenge you will hopefully enjoy. At the end of the day the goal is to have fun gameplay.

SUCCESSION RULES

HEIR SELECTION

Heirs can be any of the offspring of your previous gen. It is purely based on your preference alone. UNLESS it is specifically stated in the gen goals. (In some cases it specifically states which child must be the heir).

SUCCESSION

Succession occurs once all of your previous gen’s goals have been completed, or once they become an Elder.

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CHECKLIST

You can find the checklist for the challenge goals here. Make sure to make a copy to stay up to date with the challenge.

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GEN 1

Your whole life you have dreamt of living amidst the lush greenery of Henford on Bagley and having a garden blooming with flowers. With nothing tying you to your hometown, you move onto an empty plot of land. Only, you never realized how expensive your dream was. All you have are the clothes on your back, a dingy tent, and $0 to your name. But all dreams start somewhere, right? You spend your days foraging, gardening, and flower arranging until you can afford to build your own cottage that you cover with plants and cozy decor. You begin to cultivate your land, grow lush gardens filled with flowers, herbs, and vegetables, and slowly build the orchard of your dreams. You fill your farm with all sorts of animals, from cows, to chickens. But something is missing from your life. You’ve always idealized love, but it’s hard to meet anyone when your farm keeps you so busy. So, you turn to your friends for advice.

You go on several blind dates set up by your friends, but no one seems to have the same ideals as you. Until your best friend sets you up with the most alluring man you have ever seen. There’s just something about him, with his rugged looks and serious yet warm personality that lures you in. The only downfall is, he’s only in town for a few days. But you decide to make the most of the short time you’ll spend together and have a fleeting summer fling. He leaves and you never think you’ll see him again. It isn’t until a few days later that you find out you’re pregnant. With no way to contact him, you decide to raise your child alone. Four years pass, and your past threatens to unravel the reverie you have found yourself in when your summer fling returns. You’ve made a life for yourself. Your garden is flourishing, all your dreams are coming true, and you have a child you adore above all else. You have everything you’ve always wanted. Except love.

Do you tell your summer fling about his child and start a life with him, or do you find love elsewhere? Only YOU can decide your fate.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Loves Outdoors

Generous

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Country Caretaker

SKILLS

Gardening

Flower Arranging

Nectar Making

CAREER

None

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 2

Growing up, you find it increasingly difficult to make and keep friends. Your only true friends are your parents, siblings, and the animals you grew up with. Your whole life you have admired your parents' fierce love for one another. All you want in life is to find someone who loves you like that, but it’s hard when you are so clumsy and quiet. During high school you fall for one of your classmates. They are your first love. Your first kiss. You even sneak out the night before prom and share your first woohoo with them. You are excited about what the future holds and imagine a life with them, but your dreams are squashed when you catch them cheating on you during prom.

Heartbroken, you blame yourself for your partner’s infidelity. You finish school and move to the city with your sibling. You bury yourself in baked goods and dream of opening your own bakery. You push love to the back of your mind. You swear off dating and relationships altogether, and vow to remain celibate until marriage, not wanting to ever go through the pain and hardship of your last relationship again. But upon your bakery’s opening day, you happen to meet the most attractive, down to earth person you have ever met. You instantly feel a connection, but you distance yourself, afraid of getting hurt again. As time passes, this person continues to buy your baked goods and you soon become best friends.

Time is quickly running out for you to have a family, and that thought is ever present in your mind. But one day, as you’re planning to go on your first date in years, your best friend comes to you and professes their feelings for you. You decide to hazard a risk and go out with them. It is the best decision of your life. You achieve all your dreams. You have a bustling bakery, a loving spouse, and beautiful children you raise in the kitchen. Your home is filled with light and love. It is chaotic and messy, but you embrace it as a family. You grow old and wrinkly with your spouse, glad that you took a chance on love all those years ago.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Foodie

Clumsy

Choose another

ASPIRATION

Soulmate

SKILLS

Baking

Knitting

Cross Stitch

CAREER

Baker. Either:

Open your own bakery.

Install a baker career mod.

Sell baked goods off a selling table and hold bake sales.

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 3

Anger has always played a large role in your life. As a child you find it hard to express your emotions despite having such a loving, supportive family. Your parents encourage you to find an outlet for your anger. You have always been a creative person, and try many different hobbies, until you find your true passion in cooking. As a teen, you quickly realize you don’t just want to cook, you want to be the best chef in town. You start a Simstagram, where you post photos of your delicious creations, and quickly gain a following. When you finish school, you run off to become a famous chef. It isn’t until you suffer through long hours and painful bosses that you realize you have no desire to be managed. So, you quit your job and open your own restaurant. You quickly gain the fame you desired all these years.

There’s only one problem. There is a petulant food critic that constantly feels the need to write bad reviews about your restaurant. Nothing enrages you more, and you finally have enough and confront them. You let your anger get the best of you. As do they. But through your anger, you realize there is something much deeper at work here. You end up having a one night stand. You hate how badly you want them, and flee the scene. But it happens again, and again, until finally one of you snaps and reveals you want more than just passionate fun. Your whole life you never expected to fall for someone like them. You never thought it was possible to love someone as much as you love them. You move in together and start talking about the future, and kids. You find out you’re expecting, but just as your partner is about to propose, a freak accident takes them from you.

You have never felt such pain, and quickly spiral into depression. You lose all the fame you worked so hard to achieve and cannot even imagine going on. It isn’t until you look into your child’s eyes—the same eyes as your partner—that you realise they would have wanted their child to achieve all their dreams. You pull yourself from your depression, determined to be a good role model for your child. You strive for your ambition and raise your child to believe any dream is possible. You never reclaim your fame, but you work tirelessly in your restaurant and raise your child within its walls. You vow to never love again after what happened to your partner, and you never do. Your love for your child—the child you and your partner created together—is more than enough. At least, that’s what you tell yourself every night.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Creative

Hot Headed

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Appliance Whiz

Master Chef

SKILLS

Cooking

Gourmet Cooking

Photography

CAREER

Culinary — Chef

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 4

Your whole life you have striven for one thing — your ambition. You saw the way your parent dominated in their career, and how hyper focused they were on achieving their goals, and you want the same for yourself. You’ve always wanted to be a world famous journalist, so upon graduating high school you set off for university and don't look back. You’ve never wanted a family, never wanted anything to distract you from your career aspirations. After hearing the tale of your parents' love and how hard it was for your parent to move on after what happened, you never want to love anyone that much, because you don’t ever want to be hurt like that. So, you vow to live with detachment, to never form meaningful relationships with the romantic partners in your life. Especially once you graduate and get the job of your dreams. You hyper focus on work, love every aspect of it, and even go to work on your off hours. If anyone is a workaholic it’s you. Nothing will hold you back.

But after the condom breaks during one wild woohoo session with one of your many situationships you find out you’re pregnant. You think your life is over. You never wanted a child, especially this early in your career. You have a rough pregnancy, which forces you to take a step back from work and be passed over for promotions. Once your child is born, you can barely stand to look at them. You hire a full-time nanny to raise them so you can focus on your career. You know you’ll never have a good relationship with your child. Every time you see them you’re reminded of everything they cost you.

It isn’t until you enter Adulthood that you realize doing nothing but work isn’t what life is about. You find yourself burning out. You have a midlife crisis and have the sudden desire to not only be the best at your job, but to have the best family. You realize your fears of attachment and love were only holding you back from the happiness you deserve. You meet someone, marry and decide to start your family. You’re determined to be a good mother to your children, feeling guilty for how you treated your firstborn. But it’s too late to fix it now, especially when you can barely look them in the eye. It’s due to that that you decide to make up for it with your new family, to have the career and the family of your dreams in one neatly bundled package.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Ambitious

Perfectionist

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Neighbourhood Confidante

SKILLS

Writing

Charisma

CAREER

Writer — Journalist

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 5

During your childhood you were a major loner and grew up to believe you didn’t deserve love. You never have lasting relationships because you constantly sabotage them any time anyone gets too close. You spend your days as a child drawing and painting, and making up stories with your imaginary friends. Your closest friendship was with your oversized pal Blarffy. Your relationship with your mother is strained and always will be. You know she will never be able to look at you without seeing a disappointment. You don’t get along with your half siblings. Mainly because you’ve always been jealous of the love and attention they received compared to you. And despite your step-parent trying to be kind to you, you always knew they would never accept you as their own.

As a teen, you get the amazing opportunity to travel to Tomarang with a few classmates and you jump at the chance. Your mother barely even knows you’re there, and has no issue sending you off to a foreign country. While in Tomarang you absolutely fall in love with the culture and know you want to come back one day. When you return home it’s as if you were never gone. As soon as you receive your college acceptance letter, you move out, determined to never return again. At a university party, you meet a fellow student who you have great compatibility with. You start to develop feelings. They treasure you and make you believe you’re worth the world. You fall hard, and when they propose after graduation you say yes instantly. You move into a big beautiful house in the perfect neighbourhood. You talk about your future plans, about children, and what your lives will look like after you're married. But as wedding preparations take over, you feel yourself starting to grow distant. Your fears rise up and take control. Especially after deciding to tell your family about your engagement and their complete dismissal of you and your feelings. You end up having a one night stand with your fiancé’s best man the night before the wedding. When it comes time to walk down the aisle, your emotions get the best of you and you realize you can’t do this, that your fiancé deserves better. You leave your fiancé at the altar and run away to Tomarang. It isn’t until you’re settled that you find out you’re pregnant, and you don’t know who the father is — your ex-fiancé or his best friend.

You decide to raise your child on your own. But when your child is heading off to high school you bring them along when you return to the town you planned to settle down in all those years ago. You’re only in town for a couple of days, for an art showcase at a new gallery. You never expected in all your wildest dreams that you would stumble across your ex-fiancé at the same event. Do you reconnect, or will old wounds hinder your chance for redemption?

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Loner

Socially Awkward

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Fount of Tomarani Knowledge

SKILLS

Painting

Photography

CAREER

Freelancer — Digital Artist

Painter — Patron of the Arts

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 6

Your childhood was far from ordinary. Raised to seek adventure, you quickly discover your love of foreign cultures and desire to learn more. As a child you are very inquisitive and constantly find yourself mesmerized by ancient civilisations. Every time your parent travels for work you go off and explore, thrilled by every new adventure that awaits you. It’s no wonder that after you visit Selvadorada you dream of returning.

When you leave home for university you throw yourself into your studies, but in your spare time you research everything there is to know about Selvadorada. You don’t get involved in any clubs or groups, preferring your solitude. After graduation, you take a week-long vacation to Selvadorada, and are determined to uncover its secrets. You work hard as a professor, while pursuing your true passion. Archaeology. You’re barely ever home, and are always on the move. You seek adventure at every turn. You write scholarly papers about your archeological finds and become quite well known in your field. But during your next visit to Selvadorada you find yourself in a tricky situation. A local happens upon you and rescues you from certain doom. Your relationship with this person starts off rocky, but as you find yourself in more and more tricky situations you slowly start to develop feelings for this person. You’ve never given much thought to love or romance after seeing how content your parent was raising you alone, but you can’t deny the feelings blossoming within you. You never think in your wildest dreams that the feeling is mutual. Until one day, they kiss you out of nowhere.

You start to achieve everything you ever dreamed of. You have a gorgeous spouse, a big, beautiful house decorated with strange artifacts, and a brood of bright children. But your career is weighing you down. So, you quit your job to pursue your passion full time. You focus on your family and realize your own education was far from normal. You never had any friends growing up since you traveled so much, and you don’t want that same upbringing for your children. You still take them with you on vacations, but you also ensure they are happy with their schooling and make friends. You raise them to focus on their passions, and no matter what it is you will support them.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Self Assured

Adventurous

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Archaeology Scholar

SKILLS

Archaeology

Selvadoradian Culture

Research & Debate

CAREER

Education — Professor

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 7

From a young age, you often feel lonely. Having no friends and travelling with your family so much limited your ability to form deep connections. Your only true friends were the strays you convinced your parents to adopt. You find forming relationships with people difficult, whereas with animals you find relationships come with ease. As soon as you find out meat comes from the animals you love so dearly, you become vegetarian, and dream of becoming a vet so you can help all the animals in need.

As a teen, your parents try to get you to come out of your shell. You join afterschool activities but feel even more isolated than before. It isn’t until you move out of home, adopt several pets, and start working as a vet that you meet the love of your life. You fall madly in love, and eventually move in together. Everything feels easy with them. It isn’t until you fall pregnant that your partner informs you they never want children, and in fact, hate them. You argue about your unborn child, your different life goals, and they try to convince you to terminate. Eventually, you separate angrily.

Alone in the world, pregnant and afraid, you throw yourself into baby preparations. You move to a bigger house along the water, you decorate the child’s nursery, and attend every appointment and class you can. You never think you will find love again after the travesty of last time, so when you bump into an insanely attractive doctor at the hospital when you have your first trimester appointment you think nothing of it. But this doctor keeps showing up everywhere. You see them around the hospital, and even around town. You find the situation ironic and agree to meet them for coffee. Eventually, you become close, and they even accompany you to your birth as you don’t want to be alone. After your child is born, they reveal they have feelings for you. You start dating, cautious of love this soon after your last relationship, but everything soon aligns. Your partner treats your first child as if they are their own, and soon adopts them to make it official. You marry and have more kids, and quickly achieve the life you always envisioned — a big, beautiful house filled with cosy, coastal decor, a brood of wonderful children, and numerous pets you pamper with love.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Animal Enthusiast

Vegetarian

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Friend of the Animals

SKILLS

Veterinarian

Pet Training

CAREER

Veterinarian

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 8

You always felt special, especially as a child. You grew up loved and cherished, and that is well reflected in your childhood accomplishments. But when you find out your biological father abandoned you before you were even born, you endeavour to find out why. When you find him, you’re hopeful that he will give you an explanation as to why he didn’t want you, but you get the complete opposite. After realising how unwanted you were by your biological father it turns you bitter. You know your parents love you, but you can’t stop the true feelings of your biological father from hindering your emotions. You become obsessed with academics after this, needing a distraction from the bitterness and jealousy swelling within. You can’t help but feel that you’re an outcast among your siblings, being the only one not biologically related to your father. You feel as if you aren’t a real member of your family, and quickly find your jealousy of your siblings consuming you.

You work hard, get into a distinguished degree, and become determined to have the career of your dreams. Using your parents as inspiration, you strive to become a doctor just like the man who raised you. You swear off all romantic and sexual encounters, not wanting to bring a child into this world unless you have a partner fully devoted to them. You never get into a relationship, and it isn’t until you make it big as a renowned doctor that you feel butterflies for the most unexpected person. It is against the rules to fraternise with this person, but you can’t help it when you feel such chemical attraction for them. You share your first kiss at work with them, and find yourself in steamy situations during work hours often. You tell yourself to stop, but you can’t deny the feelings blooming within you. Before anything goes any further, you sit them down and discover they, too, want everything you do. A big family, a house in the suburbs, children who excel at everything thrown at them.

You have a huge traditional wedding, and start your family. Your need to prove your high IQ forces a pressure on your children. You have strict rules and all children must follow them. You seek excellence from your children, determined to have a successful lineage. All of this determination may have stemmed from the complete rejection your biological father had for you, and you let this completely rule how you raise your own family. You will only accept excellence, and anything below that is not acceptable in your house. You’re certain this is the best, and only, way to raise your family.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Jealous

Proper

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Successful Lineage

SKILLS

Logic

Parenting

CAREER

Doctor

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 9

All you have wanted your entire life is to make your parents proud. You are a classic overachiever, and feel compelled to do everything possible to ensure you live up to the high standards of your family. You keep your grades well above average, participate in extracurricular activities, and never let your personal feelings affect your life. You only go on dates with people your parents approve of, but something feels off. No one you date interests you in the least. You begin to wonder if something is wrong with you. Especially when you head off to university and still feel no attraction to the opposite sex. You only realise you are gay when you share a kiss with someone of the same sex during a college party.

You deny your feelings because you know your parents would never approve. So, once you finish university and enter a career in business, knowing that is what your parents would want for you, you let them set you up on another date. Only, this time you really try to feel all the things you should. You marry this person. They become your best friend. You wonder whether this is what marriage is about. Friendship. You’re content with your life. You have a child, a beautiful home, a high powered career, but something is missing from your life.

It isn’t until you attend a work function and meet the most stunning person and share a heated moment with them that you long for change. You feel guilty because your spouse is the gentlest, kindest person, and know they don’t deserve this. So, you come out to them. You come to the realisation that you can’t live your life to please others anymore. You want to embrace your true self and find your true passion. You may be afraid of what your family will think, but you have spent too long hiding in the shadows. Will all your dreams come true, or will your life come crumbling down around you?

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Overachiever

Neat

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Academic

SKILLS

Charisma

Fabrication

Entrepreneur

CAREER

Business — Investor

Freelance Crafter

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 10

You grew up with the perfect childhood, but when a bombshell rocks your family everything around you threatens to crumble. Finding out your parent is gay is harder for you to accept than you expected; especially because it leads to questions about your existence. You can’t help but wonder why you were even born at all if your parents didn’t love each other. You crave attention from your parent, and when you don’t receive it, you act out. You fall in with a bad crowd, start breaking the rules, getting drunk, and finding any high you can to feel something. Your discrepancies get you expelled from high school. You refuse to return, and run away to the city to pursue your true passion — acting. Only, your dream seems a little far-fetched. You can’t even get a gig, so you sing on the streets for money. When you finally do start to make a name for yourself as an actor, you become known as the wildcard, constantly hosting and attending parties and sleeping your way to the top.

On New Year's Eve, you attend a raging party at a co-workers mansion, get drunk, and sleep with three different men. But your life comes crashing down when you find out you’re pregnant. You immediately find out the paternity and tell the father, only he completely dismisses you. Afraid to do this alone, you seek out one of the other men you slept with and tell him the baby is his. Out of obligation, you marry. You give up your career to raise your family. You have more kids and watch your husband succeed, fighting the bitter jealousy boiling within you. Any romance you once had fizzles. Eventually you find out he’s cheating on you, so you divorce, take half his fortune with you, and move back to the city. To make up for the absence of their father, you spoil your children. You decorate your lavish penthouse with luxurious purchases, buy your children all the gadgets and toys they want, and return to your career, quickly making your way to the top. You tell yourself everything happens for a reason, and become content with your new life, even if all you want is someone to share it with.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Party Animal

Dance Machine

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Master Actor

SKILLS

Dancing

Singing

Acting

CAREER

Actor

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 11

All you’ve ever wanted is a normal life. You grew up witnessing the destruction of your parents' relationship. After the big blowout that ended their marriage, your mother tries her hardest to shower you and your siblings with all the toys and gadgets you never wanted. You know she only wants to make up for the absence of your father, but a life in the spotlight was never what you wanted. You use sports and fitness as a buffer to get away from the drama constantly surrounding your family. You pour all your energy into staying active. You fall in with the popular crowd, but you can’t help but wonder, deep down, whether your friends are only interested in you because of your family’s fame. As soon as you graduate, you leave your life in the spotlight and move as far away as possible. You vow to yourself that you will have a normal family. But what is normal?

You join the military and shack up in StrangerVille, but after a while you start to notice some really odd things. It isn’t until you run head first (literally) into a wacky scientist who raves about the end of the world that you realise something is very wrong. Despite this scientist being the polar opposite of you, you find their erratic behaviour endearing. You band together, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. Along the way, feelings blossom within you, but it isn’t until after you save StrangerVille that you act on these feelings and settle down. You always envisioned a normal life for your children, but you’ve come to realise that normal is overrated.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Active

Gloomy

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

StrangerVille Mystery

SKILLS

Fitness

Charisma

CAREER

Military — Officer

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 12

You’ve always been a believer in the unknown. Inspired by your wacky scientist parent, you dream of becoming an astronaut so you can see everything the universe has to offer. You’ve never been one to form lasting relationships, always too shy or awkward to make real friends. You spend your childhood gazing up at the stars and longing for space. There was a time when you believed you could find solace with someone, but after realising it was all a game you start to question whether being alone is preferable. As soon as you graduate, you head off to college, where you focus solely on your studies, despite your twin trying to get you out of your shell.

After university, you join the rangers and travel into space, living all your dreams. But you had no idea your job would lead you towards danger. You spend years tracking an interstellar smuggler, always narrowly missing catching them. When you finally do, heat consumes you both. All these years spent fighting has fuelled your hatred for them into something much different. You have a heated tryst, and when you wake the next day, they’re gone. You go about your life as normal, but when you find out you’re pregnant your whole world comes to a screeching halt. With no way to track your smuggler down now that you’ve been reassigned, you raise your child with the help of your twin. But you constantly find yourself gazing to the stars, wondering where your smuggler is and whether you’ll ever get the chance to see them again.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Genius

Geek

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Nerd Brain

SKILLS

Rocket Science

Handiness

Logic

CAREER

Astronaut — Space Ranger

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 13

Your whole life you have dreamed of becoming a world renowned ballerina. You’ve always been ambitious, and a little impulsive, and despite having a strict regime you still like to have fun. You have two best friends who are also ballerinas and find the love of your life, or so you think... Your partner has always been a little jealous of your success, and dreams of becoming a renowned sports star. You fight more often than not, but you think this is what love is. You never had any role models to show you differently. But when your partner makes it to the big leagues they dump you and take all your money with them when they go. Spiralling with depression, you wallow to cope, but as a result of you shirking your responsibilities you get fired from the ballet. Your friends ditch you, and you feel completely alone. You can’t turn to your parent because you don’t want to disappoint them, so you find a job in modelling to make ends meet.

You make a name for yourself and refuse to settle down with anyone. All this fame for all the wrong reasons has you spiralling again. This isn’t what you wanted, and you find yourself fearing that you will never achieve any of your dreams. You befriend some other models who are nothing like your ex friends, and one night after you move to Tartosa for a gig they drag you to a club opening. This is the last place you want to be, and you sneak out before the paparazzi catches you. Only, as you are having a moment of solitude outside you happen to meet the most attractive person you have ever seen. Turns out they are even more famous than you, and had the same idea, to evade the cameras. You get to talking and sparks fly instantly. You begin to wonder if everything happens for a reason, because this mystery person happens to be a professional sports star, and is on the team that rivals your ex’s team. Will drama consume your life once more, or will you avoid it at all costs?

Either way, you settle down, and your wonderful partner encourages you to pursue your dreams. So, you quit your modelling career, attend university, and get into marketing, quickly working your way to the top and becoming CEO of your own company. You achieve everything you always wanted. You have a beautiful family, become a successful entrepreneur, and have a spouse who adores you. Your life may not look like you envisioned it years ago, but you wouldn’t change a thing.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Ambitious

Impulsive (Self-Assured)

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Renaissance Sim

SKILLS

Dancing

Charisma

Entrepreneur

CAREER (MODDED)

Ballet Dancer

Model — Commercial Branch

Marketing

CAREER (IN GAME ALTERNATIVE)

Simfluencer — Fitness Influencer

Social Media — Internet Personality

Tech Guru — Start Up Entrepreneur

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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I’m an 19 year old jock, brown hair, brown eyes. Could you send a copy of the Dukes of Hazzard Seasons? I really like Bo Duke from the show. Something about his himbo redneck charm just makes me fall for him.

Your Be Kind Rewind tape and die have arrived! You roll the die because the web site said you should, but when you roll a 1, nothing happens. You shrug and pop the Dukes of Hazzard tape into your VCR, hitting rewind so you can make sure to catch every moment from the beginning.

As the tape begins to rewind, you think about how you always kinda thought it made more sense for Bo to be gay, or at least bi. He certainly always seemed to prefer the company of Luke to any of the women in his life. You figured he needed a wild, rough-and-tumble redneck guy who could show up in his life and shake him out of his heteronormative upbringing, show him how different it can be to have a little fun with another willing guy.

Unfortunately, that someone can’t be you. Bo’s not real, first of all. But more importantly, you’re too much of a clean-cut jock for that. You think back to your latest game, and how great the uniforms made the asses of the other players look. Especially that one guy - what was his name? you can’t remember - when he was going to make a… basket? Field goal? What sport do you play again? You shake your head as your memories go fuzzy like an old television that needs adjusting.

You decide to reboot your memory by tracking back to the most recent thing you remember and working your way back to the present from there. You cycle through the fuzzy colors and blurry shapes until you hit on something. Siphoning gas from the sheriff’s tank so you could go on a joy ride. Now that memory is very clear, thankfully. What did you do after that?

As you ponder, you feel a tickling on the back of your neck as your hair grows, slithering down in a greasy tangle. The tickling hits your shoulders, and then your mid-back. You shake your head and your mullet flutters against your back. God, you love that feeling. It was hard-earned, too, it took you years to grow all that shit out.

The next memory falls into place. Going mudding with some of your cousins the day after your joy ride. What a good time! You shake your head again and the tickling transfers to the front of your face as a greasy brown beard drapes from your sideburns down across to your chin, a mustache sprouting as the cherry on top of the unkempt, disheveled sundae.

You stroke your beard as you smile and remember going cow-tipping the next day. You picked the biggest cow, of course, to prove how strong you are… While you think about your prowess, your athletic muscles actually shrink down a bit, leaving you with skinny arms and a slim torso where your ribs are in plain sight.

Getting hot, you remove your shirt and stuff it in your back pocket. Your memories are finally traced back to the game you were trying to remember… That game of darts you were playing at the local bar the other night. God, Buck’s arms looked so daggum delicious in that sleeveless denim shirt. You scratch your chest and light brown hair swirls in a spiral pattern from around your nipples, eventually spreading across your entire torso.

And that last memory brings you back to the present… what was it you were doing right now? You were getting ready to watch something, right? It was a… A… You wanted to watch the sunset from Makeout Point, yeah that’s what it was. But you didn’t want to go alone, which is why you parked your truck here by the local bar. You look around to see a serene roadside bar, the trees gently swaying in the humid breeze. You wipe sweat from your forehead, glad you already took your shirt off so you aren’t feeling too overheated. It’s been a loooooong, hot summer.

Suddenly the squeal of tires distracts you from your reverie. A slick car pulls up and out climbs the most handsome blond guy you’ve ever seen in your life.

You chuckle to yourself. This guy is a hunk of all-American beef, but you can see a little sugar in ‘im. You know he’d be willing to experiment if a stud like you showed him the ropes. He wouldn’t be able to resist your sexual magnetism. You spit on the ground, then whistle, catching his attention. He looks over at you and you wink. “What’s your name, pardner?” you ask.

#redneck #Be Kind Rewind #Roll the Die #mullet

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tommykinard6 · 8 months ago

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I love your headcanons!

Why do you think Tommy has a difficult relationship with sex and how does that show?

Also do you have any more ideas about the emergency contact one? Like the first time they get a call from the hospital...

Yessss thank you so much for asking about those headcanons! I’ve been wanting to talk about these.

I actually just got another ask about the emergency contact and I’m going to go super in depth for that, so stay tuned!

But why do I think Tommy has a difficult relationship with sex? I’m so, so glad you asked. This is one of my biggest headcanons.

However! Please read with caution. TW: for a form of self h*rm involving sex, self hatred, and internalized homophobia.

Tommy was extremely closeted for most of his life. When he was at the 118, he couldn’t even accept himself. But at some point, he stopped being able to ignore it. For me, this might be when he realized he liked Sal (see my other post).

Now for some people, exploring your sexuality includes a *ahem* wild phase. To me, Tommy had two parts of this phase. The first one was…not great.

Tommy was a self loathing closeted man. He hated himself for being gay. He wanted to be “normal”. So when he stopped being able to ignore it, he thought he could “get it out of his system”. So he went to bars outside of LA (he wasn’t risking bumping into anyone he knew) and hooked up with any man who showed interest. He wasn’t picky. He was just more focused on getting out of this “phase”.

So he hooked up with a lot of men. And he didn’t care about himself at all. In fact, he out right hated himself every time. So it devolved. If something didn’t feel good, Tommy leaned into it because he saw it as punishment. He used sex to punish himself and to hurt himself.

I’m not quite sure about how he pulled himself out of it, but we’ll go with this. My idea is that he had a sexual partner who caught onto what was going on, that Tommy secretly hated something happening but refused to stop on his own. The partner shut down the event and when he called out, gently, Tommy on what was happening, Tommy broke down. The partner held him and listened to his garbled story and talked him through it. Instead of the hookup, they spent that night just talking, with the partner trying to get Tommy to see what was happening and get him out of the slump.

And it didn’t fix it. Tommy continued this pattern for a couple more hookups, but he started to get discontented and uncomfortable. Around this time maybe, the 118 got Bobby Nash and the dynamic started changing. Sal was gone and working with Hen, an openly queer firefighter, started to shift how he looked at himself.

So Tommy stopped the hookups and started working on himself. He couldn’t quite face himself still, but he worked on liking himself outside of his sexuality. He started laying down boundaries when he hooked up. And then he left the 118 and started therapy. He was ready to start over. He was tired of the pain and the self hate and the cycle he’d been stuck in for so long. He wanted what he’d seen others have. He saw Hen with her wife and he wanted a bond like that and he knew it could never be with a woman.

Skip forward all this time and he’s learned to be gentle with himself. He finally loves himself. He has embraced his sexuality. Maybe he’s still friendly with that past partner or maybe they never spoke again, idk. He’s had some relationships but nothing’s really stuck. Then he meets Evan Buckley.

He meets Evan Buckley and he feels the sun for the first time. And Evan is still figuring himself out and Tommy not only really likes him, but also wants to make sure Evan doesn’t make the same mistakes he did.

Does that answer the question? Let me sum it up.

Tommy used sex to punish himself and those were his first real experiences with guys. So even now, in healthier relationships and with better mindsets, he doesn’t do the hookup game anymore and is very shy of having sex too soon. He doesn’t have sex without knowing and trusting the person.

Y’all I have no idea if this made sense, but this is literally the premise of a story in my brain.

#911 abc #9-1-1 #911 show #tommy kinard #911 season 7 #lou ferrigno jr #bucktommy #evan buckley #911 spoilers #tk6 answers #tk6 muses #911 meta #tw: mental health #tw: self loathing #tw: self destruction #read the tws

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heyyesimtrash-whatofit · 3 months ago

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Alright J I hate to ask but,

I just love the fact Marty is getting NO sleep with those Docs around

Sorry that I want to see more, but really there SO GOOD!!

(p.s maybe Marty could be ‘resting’ and something that the Doc’s did woke him up, something funny maybe, idk)

DO NOT APOLOGIZE!!!! HAVE YOU SEEN MY TAGS?? I LIVE FOR THE ENTHUSIASM!!

Also what a lovely idea! Oh Marty~!

Good luck fighting him on this one, Marty. He’s a dad now. He’s used to putting stubborn kids to bed. Not pictured (because I’m lazy and didn’t wanna pose that many ppl-) is 1931 Doc and 1955 Doc standing around a shattered beaker, multiple piles of flaming…something (paper, gel, idk), and a still lit Bunsen burner. You can kinda guess what happened from there-

Transcriptions and more silly under the cut :)

*honk shooo Marty Sleeping Position.jpg*

CRASH!

Marty: What blew up? Who’s on fire?

Doc (present 1986): Everything is fine, Marty, now go lay back down- 😅

Marty: But you’re literally-

Doc: I know.

Marty: And-

Doc: Back to bed.

This will be the vicious cycle that will repeat at least twice more before Marty gets a decent amount of sleep (which is thanks to Einstein finding the chaos and laying with the poor kid like the amazing dog he is) And yes, 1986 present Doc is the best at getting the stubborn teen to sleep because of his acquired dad skills, but that doesn’t mean the other Emmetts aren’t just as capable. 1955 Doc has had to get Marty to sleep multiple times during his week there, 2015 Doc is no different, and 1931 Emmett literally let Marty sleep in during the game because he seemed really tired so what makes you think he won’t find a way to help his friend sleep?? Marty is going to rest whether he likes it or not. This is not a question, but a fact.

I’ve been playing with other characters in my mind as well, because it won’t just be Marty forever. I think Jennifer gets dragged in when they remember Marty’s parents, and she’s called in to come grab him. Speaking of George and Lorraine, either they don’t find out at all or, if they’ve figured out time travel, they do and it’s chaotic. (If you wanna see how I think them finding out would go, there’s a link to my fic on @squoosh-the-floof-writes It’s called The Truth About Time Travel do read it) Then ofc there’s Clara and the boys. Clara stumbles in first, which is nothing short of entertaining as she somehow manages to effortlessly contain the chaos (“I know how your brain works, Emmett. This is just that times four”) The boys don’t bump into all of them at first, but rather I think they meet 1931 Doc first which is just all sorts of funny. Anyway more to come from this

KEEP ASKING QUESTIONS AND GIVING YOUR THOUGHTS I LIVE FOR IT

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e-dubbc11 · 1 year ago

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Never Again Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Well let’s see…swearing, stalking, violent, smut (18+ please or I’m telling on you) , fingering, oral (M&F receiving), protected sex, mentions of past domestic abuse

Word Count: 4.3k-ish

Summary: Continued from part one. Read it HERE Your ex has tracked you down, you hear Brock’s voice in your head when he comes at you and you use your training against him.

A/N: I didn’t expect this to turn into a little series but as my lovely Lily @munsonownsmyass told me just a little while ago, you gotta strike when the inspiration does, which is fitting because this stemmed from her ask in the first place, so thank you my love ♥️

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

When you heard his voice again, it brought you back to the first time he put his hands on you. The accusatory tone as he asked you where you had been all night, he was insecure and always thought you were cheating on him when, in fact, he was the one that would cheat on you every chance he had.

Danny exuded classic narcissistic behavior. He would be critical of people, look down on them, and believed he was superior to others. You seemed to have a gift for finding and falling for the biggest assholes on the planet because they were all the same.

They were handsome, charming, and sweet at first but even though they all looked different on the outside, their insides were all the same…ugly.

Seizing your upper arms, his fingers pressed firmly against your skin and the more you struggled, the more intense the pain was.

“I asked you, where have you been?!” He had asked with a raised voice.

“I told you, I went to the movies with a couple of friends. Let go of me!” You told him.

That exchange should have been enough for you to pick up and leave but it wasn’t. After the arguments, he would apologize or bring home flowers. You felt like you were living in one of those shitty Lifetime movies, just repeating the cycle over and over again.

Until you didn’t want to anymore.

Because he had money, he had the means to hire private investigators to track you down. It was never about the cat, it was always about the fact that you left and embarrassed him which he couldn’t have. But this strange cat and mouse game he was playing with you was slowly killing you.

As you walked the busy streets of Washington, D.C., it was hard to not look over your shoulder, wondering if someone was following you or if he was waiting for you around the corner. And it took some time but he found you again, just when you were starting to feel somewhat comfortable in a new place.

His words and the tone of his voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to you.

“Miss me?” He had said.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared because you were but suddenly you became hyper aware of your surroundings, looking at anything that could possibly get in your way, trip you up, or be thrown at you. Remembering the lessons that Brock taught you about always being on alert.

There was a packed bag next to the door in case you had to make another escape. It really was like a game for him, just something for him and his trust fund to do. “Where will she go next?!! Well let’s go find out!” But you were tired of running, you liked it here, you had a good job and you finally had…a friend.

Sure, Brock was cranky, angry, and a bit of a smartass but at least he never hit you…well, unless you were sparring or he was teaching you something new.

His teachings were playing in fast forward and on repeat in your mind. There weren’t any weapons Danny could use, not even a steak knife and he didn’t know your apartment like you did.

“I don’t know why you keep running, y/n. You know I always find you.” He said while sitting on your couch across the room.

“It’s easy when you have unlimited resources and an endless supply of money, Danny!” You replied, staying close to the door.

“Where’s Peanut?” He asked. “I couldn’t find him anywhere.”

Your voice cracked. “He’s somewhere you’ll never find him.”

The cat carrier was by the door also and it took some time but you were able to train Peanut to come when called which has enabled you to escape with some of your belongings and the cat each time.

Up until this point, he was just toying with you. He wanted you to escape so he could find you again but you sensed that this time was different, that he didn’t want to let you go, and he wasn’t letting you out of your apartment unless you were with him…or something else.

“Well come in here, baby. Lemme get a better look at you. Been workin’ out, I see. You’re lookin’ good. What have you been doin’?” He asked.

“Spinning.” You replied, curtly.

He shook his head, slowly and tapped his tongue against his teeth. “Tsk, tsk…sweetheart. What did I tell you before about lyin’ to me?” He asked. “The P.I. I hired told me you’ve been taking boxing lessons from an angry lookin’ goon every day.”

“Yeah, just boxing lessons.” You thought to yourself. He didn’t know the half of it because Brock always made sure you were alone in the boxing ring area until your lessons were up. No one else was allowed in so that included Danny’s private investigator.

Placing his hands on his knees, he pushed himself off of the couch to a standing position and your heart lurched into your throat. The look he had in his eyes was ice cold as he started to walk over to you which caused your reflexes to jump.

Brock’s voice echoing in your head. “Hands up, always be ready y/n. He WILL try and catch you off guard but you’re not gonna let that happen, are ya?!”

His lessons were still so clear in your mind, telling you that he’ll tire if he keeps swinging and missing so just keep dodging those punches. That was how you tired Brock out, he kept swinging and you kept moving.

The door to the cat carrier was open. “Psspsspss, here kitty kitty.” You said softly. The cabinet door underneath the kitchen sink opened and Peanut shot out, went right to the cat carrier and you closed the door, he had treats in there. He would be fine. You were more than sure that Danny didn’t want the cat this time.

“Well isn’t that a clever hiding spot.” Danny said.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “He never liked you anyway.” You said, smugly.

It sounded like a little bit of Brock’s attitude had worn off on you.

“Don’t let him get behind you.”

Your hands were up and ready in case he tried anything but you wanted to show him what would happen if he tried to hurt you so you struck him on his left cheek, then on his right. Backing away from the door, you inched closer to the kitchen.

“You’re not gonna hurt me anymore, Danny. Leave, now!” You yelled.

“Loose knees, elbows tucked in, show me that combo I taught you. 1-2-hook-2, that’s it.” There was Brock’s voice again.

His nose was bleeding now and he had a surprised look on his face like he couldn’t believe what you just did to him which just made him even angrier.

With his arms outstretched, he lunged for you but you quickly moved out of the way, so he missed and hit his head on the cabinet.

Dizzy and trying to catch his balance, Danny staggered toward you and in a moment of clarity, managed to grab you by the throat and pin you against the wall, an all too familiar position but you knew how to free yourself.

Extending your arm straight up and turning to the right, your elbow came down on his wrist, allowing you to elbow him hard in the face and move past him.

He attempted to chase after you but you managed to open the freezer door and he slammed head first into it, knocking him flat on his back.

He was out cold, not moving but you didn’t want to stick around long enough for him to wake up. Grabbing your keys, bags and Peanut, you left the apartment and called the only person you could.

**********

He answered on the first ring.

“You miss me already, doll?” He asked.

You quickly looked over your shoulder, no one was there. Breathing heavily, you replied. “N-not exactly.”

“Ouch!” He exclaimed.

“H-he was waiting for me at my place after y-you brought me h-home.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

You had no idea where you were walking or where you were. You turned down a couple of side streets to make sure he couldn’t follow you when he woke up, you knew you didn’t kill him.

“Where are you?!! Tell me now!” He shouted into the phone.

With your head on a swivel, you looked around to see if you could identify anything familiar but you couldn’t. “I-I don’t know! I’ll share my location. You can find me that way, right?”

“Do it now! I’ll be right there.”

You told Brock what happened after he picked you up.

“Are you hurt?” He asked with just a hint of concern in his voice.

You violently shook your head. “No…I’m fine. Well as fine as I could be, I guess.”

He brought you back to his place and got you settled on the couch before telling you he was leaving again.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

He attached a knife to his belt. “I’m going to check to see if he’s still there. I’ll be fine. Do not move from that seat and do NOT let that cat out!”

“But Brock, he’s been in there for—“ You started to say.

“Do not let that thing out until I get back.” He growled.

You tossed your hands in the air. “Ok, ok cranky pants. Jeez Louise.”

You could tell he felt a little bad for raising his voice given your previous relationship so he stopped and sat down next to you.

Gently brushing the stray hair away from your eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m happy you’re not hurt, I’m just angry that asshole found you again.”

“I knew he would, it was just a matter of time.” You said, gingerly brushing his stubble with your thumb. “Thank you for picking me up…and for teaching me how to protect myself. I’m not sure I would have made it out of there this time if it hadn’t been for your lessons. I can’t help but see the look in his eyes when he…” The hitch in your voice caused you to trail off, you wanted to speak but your words were caught in your throat and tears welled up in your eyes.

He pinched your chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilted it up toward his face so he was looking into your eyes and he softly pressed his lips to yours.

But just as fast as he kissed you, he pulled away to leave so he could check to see if Danny was still at your apartment.

“You know how to use one of these?” He asked handing over a 9 mm.

Releasing the clip to check it and slamming it back into place, you replied, “It’s been awhile but I remember.”

You weren’t sure you’ve ever seen Brock speechless before, his jaw was on the floor. “I have never been more turned on.”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“I’ll be back, remember…stay put and don’t let the cat out, I mean it.”

“Yeah, yeah I heard you the first time, Rumlow.” You replied.

He closed and locked the door.

You looked at Peanut through the door of the cat carrier and said, “Sorry, buddy. Brock said you have to stay in there until he gets back.”

Waiting for Brock to come back felt like hours but it really hadn’t been all that long before you heard keys in the door. He walked in carrying cat food, litter and a litter box.

Your heart swelled and the image of Brock standing in line at the store, holding all of that stuff made you giggle a little.

“You bought all of that stuff for Peanut?” You asked.

He pressed his lips together in a straight line before replying, “Well I sure as shit didn’t buy it for me! You can let him out now, if you want.”

Brock told you about what he found when he went back to your apartment but Danny wasn’t there. He found a note that said “see you again soon, baby.” And he found blood.

“You really got him good, huh?” He asked.

The compliment made you smile. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

He brought back more of your clothes and a small jewelry box with the only jewelry you had left from as many times as you picked up and left, it contained a ring that your mother had given you. It was just a little hard to believe that this sour, angry, brute had a soft spot for you…and your cat.

“You want some tea, doll?” He asked.

“Brock Rumlow, you actually have tea here? I didn’t think you even knew what tea was!” You said with a sly smile.

“And that doesn’t leave this room, you got that?!” He said pointing a finger at you.

“Yes sir!!”

Even though you were cracking jokes, you felt very uneasy and worried that Danny was going to find you again because he always does. But you felt terrible that you brought all of this to Brock’s home and got him involved.

Your shoulders dropped and you started to fidget. Looking down at your busy fingers, you said, “I’m sorry, Brock.”

“What? Why?” He asked.

You wiped a tear that had streaked down your face. “For involving you in my problem, I shouldn’t have done that but I also feel like I’m alive because of you.”

“You’re alive because of you, y/n. I just gave you the tools to fight back with.” He said.

He gazed at you with his eyes that were the color of whiskey, the tone of his voice was raspy and sexy, and the lines around his eyes silently told you he had been through a lot in his life. That was probably why he acted the way he did.

Brock closed the gap between your bodies until you were sharing the same air and he kissed you but it was gentle and sweet, not very “Brock” like which is really what you wanted but you’d settle for this.

His rough calloused hands brushed the hair off of your shoulder and tucked it behind your ear, grazing the side of your neck, and sending a shudder up and down your back.

“You’re gonna stay here until we figure something out, alright? And I ain’t takin’ no for an answer.” His breath warmed your eyelids as he spoke.

“Ok.” You replied.

“Well I’m sure you probably wanna take a shower, towels are in the closet, and I ain’t much of a cook but you want a sandwich or somethin’ to go with your tea?” He asked, getting up from the couch and walking into the kitchen.

“Sure, Brock. That sounds great.” You said.

Walking into the bathroom, you closed the door and inhaled sharply. What happened to the Brock that kissed you so hungrily earlier, tasting you like he couldn’t get enough? Something’s changed and you wanted to know why.

**********

For two weeks, the two of you lived together basically as roommates, still working out together, and you still went to work every day.

The only thing that was different was you didn’t go anywhere without him. He brought you to work every day, some days it was on the motorcycle that left some of your co-workers drooling.

“Hey, you got a little something on your chin.” You had said with a sly grin, offering them a tissue.

“He is a smoke show, how do you keep your hands to yourself?!!” One of them had asked.

With raised eyebrows and a smile, you waved them out of your cubicle. “Goodbye, Candace.”

Brock picked you up at the end of the day too. He told you it wasn’t safe for you to drive your car around so he had it put somewhere that only he knew where it was.

At night, you’d have dinner together, watch tv or a movie, and he’d kiss you goodnight. A quick gentle kiss on the lips was all you got at the end of the day and he’d go to his room and you slept on the couch.

All of this was starting to take a toll on you, some of the excess pent up energy you could get out in the boxing ring, but the rest of it…you held on to. You needed to get it out in another way.

You remembered his words from a couple weeks ago. “The next time my head is between your legs, sweetheart, it will be because you want me there, trust me.”

And you did want him there.

You wanted his lips pressed hard against yours, his strong arms pinning you against the bed while marking up your body in the places only he could see, which probably turned him on.

That’s the Brock you wanted.

The thought of him attacking your body like a wild animal and growling against your mouth made you so wet. Most nights you had to clench your thighs together sitting next to him on the couch because of how desperately you wanted him.

And finally, one night, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were barely through the door before turning to ask him, “What happened, Brock?”

His mouth narrowed to a fine line and with a confused look on his face asked, “What do ya mean? Happened with what, doll?”

Frustrated, you dropped your work bag onto the floor while the blood in your veins burned like wildfire.

“What do I mean?! I mean, you were ready to fuck me in the middle of the boxing ring two weeks ago and you haven’t touched me since!” You shouted.

Brock tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and ripped open the door to the fridge to get a beer, never taking his eyes off of you. Forcefully twisting the cap to the beer off, he threw it into the sink and took a sip.

“You think I haven’t wanted to?! Huh?!” He said with a raised voice.

“Well you have a funny way of showing it!” You said.

“You were attacked, y/n! Contrary to VERY popular belief, I’m not a fuckin’ monster! I didn’t want to take advantage of you…not that the thought didn’t cross my mind because it did.” He said sharply.

He moved across the room to stand in front of you. His eyes were wide and unfocused. The angry shape to his mouth seemed to change the entire look of his face and his gaze slipped from your eyes to your mouth.

Brock was still dressed in his work clothes, black from head to toe, and he had no idea what that look did to you. The outline of his ab muscles strained against the black t-shirt, everything about him turned you on.

“I’m not a broken little girl, Rumlow! I’m stronger now than I thought I could ever be!” You yelled but then your tone changed. “Because of you.” You said in a softer tone.

He didn’t say anything, he just captured your lips and walked you backwards until you were up against the wall, his strong arms caging you in as his mouth slanted over yours. His tongue begged for access to your mouth, swiping at your lower lip as his scruff brushed against your soft cheeks.

You gripped his head firmly as if to keep him from escaping. This is the Brock that you had wanted, the real one. You didn’t want someone to walk on eggshells when they were around you, or treat you with kid gloves because they thought they were going to break you.

You felt stronger than ever and no one was going to break you.

He suddenly seized the top of your blouse and ripped it apart, the buttons flying off in every direction, and discarding it onto the floor.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it sweetheart.” He said in a low gravelly voice, his hard body pressed firmly against you and pushing you into the wall.

“Yes, yes Brock.” You whispered against his mouth.

Reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, you hurriedly pulled it over his head revealing his toned body underneath. Every single muscle was tight like piano wire and it was hard to tear your eyes away from the specimen in front of you.

Dropping to your knees, you unbuttoned his pants and inched them down as well as his boxer briefs. When his cock sprang free, you quickly took him into your mouth, while he praised you for it.

“I knew that pretty mouth of yours was good for somethin’ other than yelling at me, fuck that feels good.” He moaned.

Tickling the tops of his thighs, you hollowed out your cheeks as you took it all. His hips bucked as he let out a guttural moan and growled for you to get up. “Go to my bedroom…NOW!” He ordered.

Pushing you down onto the bed, he made quick work of the rest of your clothes, and ripped your panties clean off before climbing on top of you and painting kisses all over your body.

“You’re not the only one that’s good with their mouth.” He whispered.

The corners of your mouth turned up slightly as you challenged him. “Oh yeah? Then prove it to me, baby.”

He parted your folds with one finger, then a second. You were soaked. “This all for me, princess?”

You nodded.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He husked into your ear and biting down on your neck.

“Yes, it’s all for you.” You said.

He kissed your stomach, nipping at the skin just above your core, down your inner thighs and marking you as he went further down then feeling his tongue slip inside you as you arched your back off of the bed.

Brock hummed against your clit as sharp shudders of pleasure traveled through your body. The gradual intensity of your orgasm building while he tongue fucked you until your vision went white.

His name fell from your lips over and over again, and your moans became louder as you hit your peak, soaking the sheet underneath you. With a wicked grin on his face, he climbed up your body like a tree so he could look at you again.

“You are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted.” He said, firmly pressing his hips in between your legs.

You felt warmth spread across your cheeks, you’ve never received a compliment like that before. It was almost a little embarrassing so you couldn’t help but cover your eyes with your hand but it made you smile.

He barely let you catch your breath before forcefully pinning your arms to the bed, kissing you hard until your lips were swollen and raw, and reaching into the nightstand for a condom.

He slipped into you with ease, going deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt and moved slow and rhythmic to stretch you out.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I met you. Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” You said, the air ripped from your throat, tearing away your voice.

“You’re doin’ real good, princess. Takin’ my whole cock like a good girl.” He barked.

Brock’s pace quickened, his movements became more urgent, and caused your walls to clench down around him.

Pulling back hard on his hair, he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again until you couldn’t see straight. His thighs and stomach went rigid, you knew he was close.

You screamed his name, gripped his ass tightly and pulled him deeper inside as he chased his own release and collapsed on top of you.

As you both tried to catch your breath, he insistently gripped your chin to turn toward his face to kiss you again. The man was absolutely feral for you.

“You can grab my ass during sex like that anytime, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re amazing.” He said, panting.

“Well you should see what I can do on top.” You said with a wink.

He smiled back. “Well we can try that later…among other things. Let’s go take a shower, doll.”

**********

After showering, you cuddled against Brock’s chest talking to each other for a while. He broke a quiet moment by saying, “I know I ain’t exactly cuddly and soft. I couldn’t bring myself to do, well, this after he came after you.”

Your expression softened as you propped yourself up on one arm, looking at him as he spoke.

“I’m grouchy, angry, I raise my voice to you and rough around the edges. I didn’t want you to think that…that I’m like him.” He said. “I would NEVER put my hands on you, well unless you want me to.” One corner of his mouth turned up into a half smile.

You sat up and straddled him, resting your hands on his broad shoulders.

“I know you’d never put your hands on me, Brock. Just because of how angry you got when you found out Danny had hit me and how determined you were to make sure I could fight him off and cause him pain. I guess that’s how I know you’d never hurt me.” You said, leaning forward to kiss him.

He rested his hands on your hips and looked up at you with his honey colored eyes. “Just don’t go around tellin’ people, alright?!”

“Ok, Ok, I won’t.” You paused. “Well, look at that…I’m on top.” You said with a sly smile.

Through the sheet, you could feel his hardening length against your leg.

He looked at you with a coy smile of his own and replied. “Yes you are, doll. Show me what you can do, baby.”

**********

You were in the middle of a dream when you felt a hand clamp down over your mouth and Brock whispering in your ear.

“It’s just me, doll. It’s just me. I need you to be quiet, do exactly as I say and keep calm for me, can you do that?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Someone’s here.”

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whentherewerebicycles · 22 days ago

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some excellent things from the day:

finished the new sally rooney and loved it. I literally couldn’t sleep last night because I was just lying awake thinking about it. I feel like I’d read a few books I only felt so-so about in a row and was starting to have that I’LL NEVER READ ANYTHING THAT TRULY WOWS ME AGAIN feeling so it was great to read something I just wholeheartedly loved. I’m at 76 for the year! I have to accept that I’m not going to make my secret goal of 100 but I will definitely hit my original goal of 80 and I think I could make it to 85 if I wanted to. but I’ve decided not to worry too much about it as I don’t like intentionally passing up longer books just to hit a randomly chosen number. I’m still really pleased I read so much this year! I physically could not hold a book or my kindle from March until early June because my CTS pain was so bad and I was also pretty busy caring for a newborn all summer. so I feel great about how much I’ve read! and I also feel like I immersed myself in some really wonderful novels this year which is great.

the baby is teething (I can feel one or maybe two of them through his gums!!) and he was feeling pretty desolate about it this afternoon. but we have discovered a new game he loves called EARTHQUAKE where I’ll be holding him on the bed and then I say omg owen do you feel that… omg owen is it—could it be—EARTHQUAKE!!!! and then you jostle him all around in your arms while yelling AAAAA! AAAAA!!!!!! BIG SHAKE!!!!! this makes him laugh so hard that even teething pain can be forgotten. also as soon as I start saying “omg owen” with my eyes really big he knows it’s coming and he gets this look of totally delighted anticipation because AAAAAAA THE BIG SHAKE!!!!!!!! my daily life is full of so many small moments of joyful zany silliness l and I just feel kind of overcome sometimes by how much life rocks.

speaking of delightful baby things: he has a couple special Car Toys that he only gets to play with in his carseat (this wasn’t an intentional policy lol I just got tired of taking them in and out of the house). one of them is his beloved Giraffe Friend. today when I put him in his car seat he started waving his arms and saying OOOO!! OOOOO!!! OOOOOOO!!! when he saw Giraffe Friend. then he spent the entire car ride chomping on his friend’s face. devastatingly cute.

I finished with my last two kids from the summer/fall!!!! I still have to do closeout letters for both of them (and then I have the three new students I’m working with on transfer applications) but PHEW another college admissions cycle on the books. I always forget how much freaking work it is and how exhausting october feels… when I was still doing in-person coaching in Texas I would finish my last session at 9pm and then lock the door of our office and lie facedown on the rug for 15 min every night before I could muster up the energy to drive home. but it’s also pretty rewarding to get to work so closely with kids, especially since my job doesn’t currently involve teaching.

it was gorgeous out today—upper 40s but sunny and crisp and clear with so much snow on the mountains. we took a longer walk than usual and then ran a bunch of errands just to be outside for a bit. I know people are like “oh the PNW summers make the PNW winters worth it�� but honestly this is my favorite kind of weather! I’ll take the gloom in exchange for a clear crisp fall/early winter day like this one.

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jokingmisfit · 1 year ago

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‘First’ Sights Part 1

~Based on season 2 episode 11 Eobard meets the reader for the first time. This is loosely based and does have quite a twist on things.~

Eobard x Reader

Warnings- Mentions of mourning lost love, mentions of betrayal, Reader doesn’t really like Barry, mentions of the reader wanting to die

Part 2 Coming tomorrow!

Sometimes it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Other times it felt like there was too much to feel, to feel at all.

After losing her husband because of his own betrayal, to watching him get wiped from existence itself, to Barry Allen's insults and berating, to a new Harrison Wells, and back to the prior issues.

She hated. It’s all she could feel anymore. After all, why keep feeling when you could just stop. If only she could stop the hate.

She hated Eobard Thawne. She hated that he was gone.

She hated Barry Allen. She hated the Flash.

She hated Team Flash. She hated Harrison Wells #2.

She hated living. She hated herself. She hated life.

Despite this, she kept fighting. She kept pushing. She stayed with the team and helped in every way she could.

She helped Barry learn to walk again.

She helped Cisco develop new technology.

She helped Harry get his daughter back.

She helped save life after life, still she felt nothing but hate. Every time someone got hurt or cried in her arms, she’d do anything to help; she’d pretend to feel whatever they needed because if she continued like normal maybe, just maybe, she’d be “normal” again.

She played the game well. She played it well enough that none of them noticed the frigid look in her eyes. Ever since him her heart was vacant. She felt hollow and if anyone were to notice the way she was when there were no eyes on her they’d know what she was.

Everyday she grew harder. More and more roughness around her edges. She was a shard of glass. She wondered what would shatter what was left of her broken soul.

That’s what she was wondering when she got the call.

I watched it ring. I always do. I don’t really care who’s in trouble this time, it’s just another thing to do. Another thing to distract me till something else comes to do the same.

It’s a tiring cycle. There was always a way to end this cycle, but I’m too stubborn to give life that kind of satisfaction.

Answering the call, I put it on speaker.

“What is it this time Cisco?”

I hear him sigh shakily, “Um we need you to get here, like now. I don’t have time to explain it, just get here please.”

Before I even answer he’s hung up the phone. I wonder what’s so important he had to call me. They never really do that.

I get in my car and make it to the Lab in 20 minutes. When I walk in I’m met with immediate chaos.

“Where have you been?” Harrison asks, “ Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

I kept walking in as we spoke. “No not really... Cisco called ‘n said I needed to get here then hung up.”

He paused. Stopping me he held me in that spot.

“It’s Thawne, he’s not the same one you remember but one from before he ever came back here.” A beat, “He got pulled in through one of the portals.”

I could feel his eyes ripping through my own. I could feel his hands gently laying on my wrists. I could feel my hands shake in the grip.

My dead husband’s not so dead. I didn’t know what feelings were creeping up on me, but I pushed them down.

I tear my hands away from him with a deep breath. “Why should I care? Hm? You pull me in here just to tell me this-”

Before I can finish he cuts me off. “We called you here because we need you to convince him to help us send him back.”

“That’s stupid,” I say tiredly. “He doesn’t know me. You’ll have a better chance with the Flash asking him.”

“We’re still trying to convince Allen he needs to send Thawne back. And as much as I’m sure it bothers you, he spent years with you enough that he married you.”

“Enough that he lied and faked being someone else? Enough that he threatened to kill me?”

“Honestly, do you think he would have. I can’t imagine spending all that time with someone, being so intimate and not feeling anything.” Harrison says, searching my eyes.

“That’s cause you’re not a sociopath Harrison… Eobard is.” I whisper.

After so much time having all this emotion to hit me so suddenly was making my normal roughness waver. I could see Harrison struggle; he’s never seen me show much emotion, yet here I am slipping up in front of him.

I sigh as he remains silent. “There’s no winning in this… Let’s just get it done with.”

Pursing his lips he nods and walks off.

After a few minutes I get my stuff put up and we head down to the pipeline.

“Why are we keeping him down here? I get doing it before because he didn’t have all his speed back then, but this time… Why doesn’t he just phase through the glass like Barry had Oliver do that one time?” I say skeptically.

Harrison seems to debate what I say for a moment. “I don’t know.”

Not the answer I was expecting from him but I’m not going to argue. I really don’t care all that much. I told Eobard the day he left I never wanted to see him again. I remember he screamed at me; it was a maudlin plea. Point being, if he escapes then I won’t have to see him. He’ll never even know I was here.

Luck never really was on my side however. Walking into the pipeline the first thing my eyes catch is that yellow suit. I assume the only reason he’s standing so purposefully right now is because he heard Harrison and I make our descent to him.

I wanted to look anywhere else but those blue eyes held something far deeper than I had anticipated. He looked like he wanted to eat me whole. He also, however, looked relieved like a man who was finally able to breathe again.

In my attempt to gain some control over the situation I had decided to bring my tablet. After every big bad we catch I do a psychological evaluation to see where they should get placed. That’s why here and now I decided I would play the same role I always had, even if I'm trying to get different results.

He said nothing as Harrison and I stepped closer to the glass cell. After checking the cell's status I nodded for Harrison to leave the room.

I finally spoke. “My name is Y/n. I’m here to do a standard psychological evaluation, the more you comply the quicker I can leave you alone. Please don’t lie,” I say looking into his eyes, “I can tell when you are. If everything is clear we can begin.”

Eobard looked shocked, his blonde eyebrows raising slightly with a hint of a smile.

“Given you’ve said nothing I’m assuming we can begin.” I blink blankly at him. “What’s your full legal name?”

I look up at him. “You already know it, and if you don’t then why would I tell you?” He replies smoothly.

Sighing I roll my eyes. “This isn’t for me, it's to make sure you know it.”

“Please, this idiotic. I expected more from you.” He complains.

Anger fills me as my thin patience unravels. “If you want to get home Eobard I insist you comply. Alright?” I ask sharply.

“Who said I wanted to go back just yet.” Eobard says inquisitively.

“Why wouldn’t you want to go back, you spent quite a bit of time trying to before, now you don't?” I ask back.

He leans on the wall of his cell, settling his arms into place in front of his chest.

“There’s something I need to collect before I can go back. I get it, I leave. Simple as that.”

“What is it that you want from this time period, Thawne?” I question sighing.

“As much as I’d love to tell you, it’s much too soon for that little one.” He smiles, almost, warmly.

The pet-name made me stiff. I remember when he called me that, he only did after we got married, only did it in private. He always said it’s the first pet-name he ever thought of for me, It made me feel sick.

“First, don't call me that.” As hard as I tried my voice still wavered as I spoke. “Second, you aren't getting anything you want while in that cell, so if you really want whatever it is you’re gonna have to go home without it.” I spoke frigidly.

“This little cell isn’t going to stop me, pet, and you know that.” He moves off the wall, smiling.

“Listen, I don’t really care what you want… I just want you to go away.” I look down. “Clearly you’re coherent enough and aware of your surroundings and actions. That's all I needed to chart, so I’ll go ahead and leave you alone.” I say smiling bitterly.

Before he could say more I turned to walk out. I could hear him call for me to come back, could hear him scream my name, but I couldn’t turn around. The tears burned my eyes. I haven’t cried since the night I had officially lost him. I haven’t cried, but here I was running down the halls trying not to completely shatter on the ground.

I made my way up to the roof when I finally took a breath. Shaking I sent a text to Harrison simply stating, ‘he wont leave till he gets something he wont tell me what it is,’ hitting send I decide to send one more message, ‘be careful.’

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