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[t4tstarvingdog]

HELLLOOOO!!!!! how are u doing :3

HELLO HELLO. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. today was sooo insane, i slept in until 1pm something (kept waking up and being like hmmmm but what about a little nap for a silly guy? and falling back asleep) and i dreamt about destiel AND buddie??????? and also about going to the movies with my siblings <3 and then i woke up and was soooo out of it, and then i went to the laundromat with my sibling and got boba tea. went back home, and then went to youth group and napped in the car on the way there <3

[damienns]

My GIF Making process: Screen capturing using MPV player, Organizing files, 3 Sharpening settings, Basic Coloring PSD + Actions set

This is a very long post so heads up.

I’ll try to be as thorough and true as much as possible to the way I make my gifs (I already use Photoshop Actions which I’ve long since set up but now for this tutorial I’m reviewing them to show you the exact steps I’ve learned to create my gifs 😃) and present them to you in a semi-coherent way. Also, please bear with me since English is my second language.

First things first. Below are the things and tools we need to do this:

Downloaded 4K or 1080p quality videos (let’s all assume we know where to get these—especially for high definition movies and tv series—so this post doesn’t get removed, okay? 😛)

Adobe Photoshop CC or the CS versions can work as well, but full disclosure I haven’t created gifs using the CS versions since 2020. I’m currently using Adobe Photoshop 2024.

mpv player. Use mpv player to get those frames/screenshots or any other video player that has a screen grabber feature. I’ve used adapter for the longest time but I’ve switched to mpv because the press to screenshot feature while the video is playing has been a game changer not to mention ultimate time saver for me. For adapter you need to play it in another video player (like VLC player), to get the start and end timestamps of the scene you want to gif which takes me ages before I can even open Photoshop.

Anyway! Please stop reading this post for a moment and head over to this amazing tutorial by kylos. She perfectly tells you how to install and use mpv player, both for Mac and Windows users.

One thing I have to share though, I had a tough time when I updated my MacOS to Sonoma since MPV is suddenly either duplicating frames or when I delete the duplicates the player seems to be skipping frames :/ I searched and found a solution here, though it didn’t work for me lol. My workaround for this in the meantime is decreasing the speed down to 0.70 then start screenshotting—it’s not the same pre Sonoma update but it works so I’ll have to accept it rather than have jumpy looking gifs.

Now, after this part of kylos’ tutorial:

you can continue reading the following sections of my gif tutorial below.

I want to share this little tip (sorry, this will only cater to Mac users) that I hope will be helpful for organizing the screenshots that MPV saved to the folder you have selected. Because believe me you don’t want to go through 1k+ of screenshots to select just 42-50 frames for your gif.

The Control + Command + N shortcut

This shortcut allows you to create a new folder from files you have pre-selected. As you can see below I have already created a couple of folders, and inside each folder I have selected screenshots that I want to include in one single gif. It's up to you how you want to divide yours, assuming you intend to create and post a Tumblr gifset rather than just one gif.

Another tip is making use of tags. Most of, if not all the time, I make supercorp gifs so I tag blue for Kara and red (or green) for Lena—just being ridiculously on brand and all that.

Before we finally open Photoshop, there's one more thing I want to say—I know, please bear with me for the third? fourth? time 😅

It's helpful to organize everything into their respective folders so you know the total number of items/frames you have. This way, you can add or delete excess or unnecessary shots before uploading them in Photoshop.

For example below there are 80 screenshots of Kara inside this folder and for a 1:1 (540 x 540 px) Tumblr gif, Photoshop can just work around with 42-50 max number of frames with color adjustments applied before it exceeds the 10 MB file size limit of Tumblr.

Sometimes I skip this step because it can be exhausting (haha) and include everything so I can decide visually which frames to keep later on. You'll understand what I mean later on. But it's important to keep the Tumblr 10 MB file size limit in mind. Fewer frames, or just the right amount of frames, is better.

So, with the screenshot organization out of the way, let's finally head over to Photoshop.

Giffing in Photoshop, yay!

Let’s begin by navigating to File > Scripts > Load Files into Stack…

The Load Layers window will appear. Click the Browse button next.

Find your chosen screenshots folder, press Command + A to select all files from that folder then click Open. Then click OK.

After importing and stacking your files, Photoshop should display the following view:

By the way, I'll be providing the clip I've used in this tutorial so if want to use them to follow along be my guest :)

If you haven't already opened your Timeline panel, navigate to Windows > Timeline.

Now, let's focus on the Timeline panel for the next couple of steps.

Click Create Video Timeline, then you’ll have this:

Now click the menu icon on the top right corner then go to Convert Frames > Make Frames from Clips

Still working on the Timeline panel, click the bottom left icon this time—the icon with the three tiny boxes—to Convert to Frame Animation

Select Make Frames From Layers from the top right corner menu button.

So now you have this:

Go and click the top right menu icon again to Select All Frames

Then click the small dropdown icon to set another value for Frame Delay. Select Other…

The best for me and for most is 0.05 but you can always play around and see what you think works for you.

Click the top right menu icon again to Reverse Frames.

I think Photoshop has long since fixed this issue but usually the first animation frame is empty so I just delete it but now going through all these steps there seems to be none of that but anyways, the delete icon is the last one among the line of feature buttons at the bottom part of the Timeline panel.

Yay, now we can have our first proper GIF preview of a thirsty Lena 😜

Press spacebar to watch your gif play for the very first time! After an hour and half of selecting and cutting off screenshots! 😛 Play it some more. No really, I’m serious. I do this so even as early (lol) as this part in the gif making process, I can see which frames I can/should delete to be within the 10 MB file size limit. You can also do it at the end of course 🙂

Now, let’s go to the next important steps of this tutorial post which I’ve numbered below.

Crop and resize to meet Tumblr's required dimensions. The width value should be either 540px, 268px, or 177px.

Convert the gif to a Smart Object for sharpening.

Apply lighting and basic color adjustments before the heavy coloring. I will be sharing the base adjustments layers I use for my gifs 😃.

1. Crop and Resize

Click on the Crop tool (shortcut: the C key)

I like my GIFs big so I always set this to 1:1 ratio if the scene allows it. Press the Enter key after selecting the area of the frame that you want to keep.

Side note: If you find that after cropping, you want to adjust the image to the left or another direction, simply unselect the Delete Cropped Pixels option. This way, you will still have the whole frame area available to crop again as needed and as you prefer.

Now we need to resize our gif and the shortcut for that is Command + Opt + I. Type in 540 as the width measurement, then the height will automatically change to follow the ratio you’ve set while cropping.

540 x 540 px for 1:1

540 x 405 px for 4:3

540 x 304 px for 16:9

For the Resample value I prefer Bilinear—but you can always select the other options to see what you like best.

Click OK. Then Command + 0 and Command + - to properly view the those 540 pixels.

Now we get to the exciting part :) the sharpen settings!

2. Sharpen

First we need to have all these layers “compressed” intro a single smart object from which we can apply filters to.

Select this little button on the the bottom left corner of the Timeline panel.

Select > All Layers

Then go to Filter > Convert for Smart Filters

Just click OK when a pop-up shows up.

Now you should have this view on the Layers panel:

Now I have 3 sharpen settings to share but I’ll have download links to the Action packs at the end of this long ass tutorial so if you want to skip ahead, feel free to do so.

Sharpen v1

Go to Filter > Sharpen > Smart Sharpen…

Below are my settings. I don’t adjust anything under Shadows/Highlights.

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.4

Click OK then do another Smart Sharpen but this time with the below adjustments.

Amount: 12

Radius: 10.0

As you can see Lena’s beautiful eyes are “popping out” now with these filters applied. Click OK.

Now we need to Convert to Frame Animation. Follow the steps below.

Click on the menu icon at the top right corner of the Timeline panel, then click Convert Frames > Flatten Frames into Clips

Then Convert Frames > Convert to Frame Animation

One more click to Make Frames From Layers

Delete the first frame then Select All then Set Frame Delay to 0.05

and there you have it! Play your GIF and make sure it’s just around 42-50 frames. This is the time to select and delete.

To preview and save your GIF go to File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy)…

Below are my Export settings. Make sure to have the file size around 9.2 MB to 9.4 MB max and not exactly 10 MB.

This time I got away with 55 frames but this is because I haven’t applied lighting and color adjustments yet and not to mention the smart sharpen settings aren't to heavy so let’s take that into consideration.

Sharpen v1 preview:

Sharpen v2

Go back to this part of the tutorial and apply the v2 settings.

Smart Sharpen 1:

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.3

Smart Sharpen 2:

Amount: 20

Radius: 0.5

We’re adding a new type of Filter which is Reduce Noise (Filter > Noise > Reduce Noise...) with the below settings.

Then one last Smart Sharpen:

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.3

Your Layers panel should look like this:

Then do the Convert to Frames Animation section again and see below preview.

Sharpen v2 preview:

Sharpen v3:

Smart Sharpen 1:

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.4

Smart Sharpen 2:

Amount: 12

Radius: 10.0

Reduce Noise:

Strength: 5

Preserve Details: 50%

Reduce Color Noise: 0%

Sharpen Details: 50%

Sharpen v3 preview:

And here they are next to each other with coloring applied:

v1

v2

v3

Congratulations, you've made it to the end of the post 😂

As promised, here is the download link to all the files I used in this tutorial which include:

supercorp 2.05 Crossfire clip

3 PSD files with sharpen settings and basic coloring PSD

Actions set

As always, if you're feeling generous here's my Ko-fi link :) Thank you guys and I hope this tutorial will help you and make you love gif making.

P.S. In the next post I'll be sharing more references I found helpful especially with coloring. I just have to search and gather them all.

-Jill

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 2: Roleplay - Ghostface!Steve Harrington

Summary: It had been your idea to dress up for Halloween as characters from Scream but what happens when you forget it’s Steve under the mask.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, consensual non-consent (CNC), roleplay, fear play, mask kink, being chased, discussion of safe words, groping, fingering, edging, hair pulling, rough sex, hand over mouth, creampie

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“I think I'm getting old”, came the frustrated grumble from your tired, fussy boyfriend Steve Harrington. His words weren’t boisterous as he muttered them under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck and staring down at the costume laid out for him on the bed.

Not reacting to him immediately, you continue applying the eyeshadow to your eyelid, smiling as you peeked at him in the mirror, his hands resting on his hips. Biting your lip to refrain from grinning or laughing, you innocently asked, “Why’s that Stevie?”

“Because I don’t want to go to this stupid party! I just wanna stay in and watch movies”. Steve began running his fingers through his recently washed hair, the ends curling gently over the tips of his shoulders but fluffy in texture as he had yet to style it with spray and gel.

You placed your brush on the dressing table and gave him your full attention in the mirror's reflection. “It's not a stupid party; it’s a Halloween party! There’s a difference”, you say enthusiastically to try and perk up his spirits. Steve continued to look down at the bed, only raising an eyebrow in a half-ass attempt at showing his excitement, so you turned on your stool, facing directly towards him. Sighing forcefully, you stood and approached with long, sweeping steps. “Come on! It’s only this one party, and then we can stay in for the rest of the year!” Trying to use all your manipulative tactics to sweeten him up. Fluttering your eyelashes up at him, your arms circled his waist, lifting his strong arms to settle over your shoulders.

Steve finally managed to tear his gaze away from the costume and towards you, but only so he could dramatically pout out his full bottom lip, his long, thick eyelashes curling up and nearly stroking his eyebrows as you melted into his warm coffee-coloured eyes. He was so handsome, and he didn’t even have to try.

Your nimble fingers slid beneath his shirt to feel the soft skin of his hips as you continued to try and elevate his excitement, “It’ll be fine, Steve, I promise”. Lifting onto your tiptoes, you captured his pouted lips with a brief, sweet kiss.

“It’s just not the same as they used to be. Are you sure you don’t want me to drive us there so it’ll save us some time to get back home again?” Steve asked as his hands smoothed over your bare shoulders, pulling you flush against his body and his warmth seeping into your skin.

You pulled away a step to give him a deadpan look, “It’s only a block away. I’m sure you’ll survive, and anyway, if you hate it, we can leave at any point”.

“Promise?”

“I promise, but we are still going. I’ve spent way too much money on the costumes to let them go to waste”, you explain whilst pulling out of his hold and sitting back in front of the mirror to continue finishing your makeup.

Steve’s attention returned to his costume, picking up the black cloak and white mask and holding it out in front of him. “Ok, I can take a quick guess as to who I’m dressing up as, but who are you supposed to be?”

You were still in your underwear, but to show him who you meant, you quickly flicked on the shoulder-length blonde wig and turned to him. “I’m Casey Becker, you know, Drew Barrymore, the girl that got killed at the start of Scream. I’m her after your Ghostface character kills me”, you explain whilst pointing to the wool cream jumper covered in splotches of deep red fake blood to match the stains on your neck and chest.

“Right”, Steve mutters before chewing on his lip, fingers once more returning to stroke through his hair before he reluctantly moves to the bathroom to continue getting ready, costume in hand.

You smiled triumphantly to yourself and continued getting ready, dressed in the simple jeans and once-cream jumper now decorated with fake stab wounds.

Waiting impatiently for Steve, with your arms crossed and foot tapping on the floor, you gently knocked on the bathroom door, asking, “You ready in there, Ghostface?”

As if he was waiting for you, the door swung open almost immediately, making you jump back on instinct, but the sight before you caused a deep warmth to flush through your body. The white scream mask was resting on the top of his head, pushing his hair out of his eyes so you could still see his face, but seeing Steve in the black cloak was doing something erotic to your body; you knew this outfit would be the right decision. 

Steve's mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but he noticed how you shifted your weight from one foot to another, watching your eyes unfocus as they travelled up the length of his lean body, and he knew that you were becoming aroused. Confidence pumped through his veins as his spine straightened so he could pump his chest out slightly before casually leaning against the door frame, his ankle crossed over the other.

“Let me guess, you’re into this? You little freak”, he trailed off as he visually inspected your costume. Even though it wasn’t revealing anyway, his pupils expanded as he bit his lip hungrily.

Blinking quickly and shaking your head, you tried to snap your attention back to him and not all of the nasty thoughts of him wearing this costume whilst pleasuring you. Glancing away from him, you tried to remain casual and calm, “I don’t know what you mean, Harrington. Come on, let’s go, we’re already late”.

The two of you walked in the moonlight, the streetlights blinking from being faulty, but that didn’t stop the two of you from swinging your clasped hands between your bodies. Steve still had his mask pushed up onto his head so that he could watch his step and still look towards you and his vision not be distorted.

“So what is it that you like? Is it the violence? The costume? The evilness? The murder”, he extended the last word as he dipped his face and knocked his forehead against your cheek as you pushed him away laughing.

You didn’t answer him, but he was sure to have noticed how warm your face was and the unsubtle looks you were giving him from the corner of your eye. To be frank, you were near enough drooling over him in the slash killer costume. You weren’t sure what it was; maybe you were falling into the fantasy, knowing the character was a psycho killer but had your beautiful boyfriend's face, knowing he wouldn’t hurt you but still looked scary and murderous.

Steve continued talking, not phased by your silence, “Maybe I should wear this costume when we get home, especially as it’s getting you so hot and bothered. I haven’t seen you like this since I was in my scoops ahoy sailors outfit”. His sizeable, warm hand squeezed yours to show he was teasing as his shoulder bumped into yours.

“Will you stop it? We’re nearly there, and then you can go and annoy someone else”, you say matter-of-factly.

Steve scoffs, “Why would I want to do that when I seem to be doing such a good job of annoying you?”. Without missing a beat, he released your hand, but only so he could wrap his arms around your waist to spin you around on the spot, causing you to scream out and kick your legs to try and make him put you down.

“Steve, stop!” you laughed despite the harshness of your tone. Thankfully, when he finally placed you back onto your two feet, he kissed your lips, then returned to holding your hand and tugging you along for the rest of the journey towards the party.

Once the two of you had arrived, he kept his mask down, which was where you became even more confused and momentarily forgot that it was Steve and not a random guy. Especially as he kept quietly stalking up next to you, and after a few times of you jumping in freight, he found his new favourite game for the night; the drinking and the dancing were not his priority with his plans for the night.

Steve even managed to sneak into the bathroom as he overheard you saying to Robin that you were about to go and use it. He hid behind the shower curtain, waiting for you to use the toilet before sliding behind your warm body as you washed your hands, his hands caging around you, forcing your hips into the countertop.

You screamed in fright as his mask hovered close to the shell of your ear. “What’s your favourite scary movie?” he asked, trying to use a low voice to copy the movie.

For a second, you forgot it was Steve, the thumping from your heart showing your anxiety until it all returned to you. Glaring at him in the mirror whilst clutching your chest, you chastised him, “Steve! You scared the fucking shit out of me, stop doing that!”

Steve only laughed at your reaction, loosening his hold around you enough that you could turn in his arms and push up his mask to see his hair wet from sweat sticking to his forehead and a broad smile across his handsome face.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you; it’s only me! Anyway, I don’t know why you keep freaking out; you’re the one who wanted me to wear this outfit”.

You were about to continue telling him off when he cut you off with a simple press of his lips against yours, lingering for a second and capturing your breath before pulling away, his lids heavy as he stared at the area where you were both just connected. He always knew how to win you around again, and you instantly found yourself forgiving him for the jump scare.

Gently you shoved his chest before gripping a handful of the black cloak, mumbling, “Asshole, I thought we were supposed to be a team”.

Steve’s gloved fingers tipped your chin so you’re forced to look up at him as he gave you a condescending head tilt. “Aww, you don’t have to be scared of me, Princess. I won’t hurt you. Unless that’s what you want, hmm?” his voice lowered as he pushed his body further against yours, his chest brushing against yours as his face dropped closer. He was so close that you could smell the beer on his breath, and you were entirely ready to fall into whatever he had planned, which, with the look he was giving you, was something naughty.

However, all of your hopes and dreams for having a quick fuck were destroyed as Steve dramatically bellowed, “Maybe I’ll gut you like a fish! Blah”, he began to act out, stabbing your stomach with the retractable plastic knife that was a part of the costume.

A heavy sigh left your mouth as you rolled your eyes, pushing past him as he pretended blood was spurting out of your middle, mimicking actions and being his usual goofy self. Usually, you’d be laughing with him. Still, damn, you were distracted and highly hopeful for the other things you had planned, slightly disappointed that he hadn’t gone through with them, especially as you were only seconds away from sinking to your knees and submitting to him.

The party continued for a few more hours, and Steve was more than ready to leave; having stopped drinking at midnight, he was getting to the end of his social battery. You were, too, so the two of you, thankfully, exited the silent streets hand in hand. You looked significantly different from when you’d arrived; the wig was missing as others had been trying it on, and now, it had disappeared, and the make-up and fake blood had mostly sweated off from your brief stints of dancing.

On the other hand, Steve still looked effortlessly beautiful, with his outfit still looking the same, but you were sure he must have been sweating under the thick, dark material.

Halfway home, your steps were abruptly halted as Steve stopped, patting over his clothes, looking for something, and cursing loudly when he couldn’t find it. “Shit, fuck! I left the keys at the party!”

“What! Steve, I’m not walking back there. Why did you even take them out of your pocket?!” you rub your tired eyes, frustrated and adamant that you wouldn’t walk the small distance back to the party.

Steve gave you an apologetic smile, and his lips pressed together firmly. “I’m sorry, babe, I’ll only be a minute; just wait here.” He turned and began jogging back to the party, around the corner and out of your sight.

Standing in the quiet Halloween night, the chill from the autumnal breeze ran more profound than just your skin as you became instantly unnerved by being on your own as the streetlamp at the end of the street continued to flick on and off. Rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and keep yourself warm, you quietly whispered to yourself for Steve to hurry up, wanting nothing more than to be in bed with his arms wrapped around you.

“Come on, Stevie”, you pleaded under your breath, the warmth of it fogging in the air in front of your face. Dancing on the spot slightly, you moved your numbing fingers down your sides to slide them into your back pockets to steal some heat, but then they were interrupted by the cool metal of your door keys. “Shit!” you fumed, not remembering that you’d had the keys on you the entire time, and Steve didn’t forget them and had made a wasted trip.

Staring in the direction he’d left again, you internally cursed yourself, knowing that Steve would return pissed off and irritable with you. Deciding that it would probably save some time if you also returned to the party to find Steve, you took a single step back down the street, but a branch crack splintered through the air. Your head twisted toward the noise, but all you could see were twisting, endless shadows that even the occasional flash of the street light couldn’t illuminate.

Taking a deep breath to try and steady the nerves that were tremouring through your body, enough so that you clasped your fingers together to see if that would cease the movements. Maybe you were paranoid, but you could have sworn someone was watching. You wouldn’t even say it was paranoia anymore as you were sure someone was watching because the hairs along your arms and the back of your neck stood on end.

MybMaybe was just some drunken kids from the party or someone in one of the homes that lined the streets looking out of the window to see who was standing on the sidewalk. However, you couldn’t spot any curtains opening or see any drunken person stumbling with their steps.

You weren’t sure what to do; usually, when you felt uncomfortable or frightened, you would be with Steve, and he’d do anything to pull you out of the situation. You could run back to your home, but then you’d be there all by yourself, and then what would happen when Steve left the party to find that you weren’t waiting for him anymore? Maybe you could go back towards the party and meet Steve, but that also meant you’d be walking past the area where the loud noise had come from.

“Is anyone there?!” you shouted in the general direction of the noise, hoping it would draw people's attention or frighten off whoever was there.

“Don’t you watch scary movies? You’re never supposed to shout who’s there”. Out of the shadows creeped Ghostface, his mask down and the plastic knife in his gloved hand at his side.

Thankfully, for once, due to your body being on high alert, you instantly remembered that this was Steve and not a stranger and recognised his voice, which had been challenging to do at the party.

Clutching your chest, you sucked in a greedy breath, “Steve! You fucking scared me. Why the hell would you do that?” Steve didn’t respond. He just casually strolled forward, almost swaggering with his steps, masked head tilted slightly. Trying to calm your pounding heart, you nervously pulled the keys out of your back pocket to show him, I’ve got the keys. I’m sorry, I didn’t even know I had them in my jeans pockets”. You rambled on, the nerves continuing to take over your body as he didn’t say anything, just taking step after step towards you.

The keys in your hand rattled from your shakes, and finally, instinct took over as you took a giant step backwards, away from Steve. Your thoughts were all over the place. This was Steve; you could tell by the height and build, and it had been his voice that had spoken/ However, the way he was walking towards you like he was searching for his prey, his next victim, the thrill of it all gave you the wrong reaction, despite your fear, you were getting turned on by it.

Warmth bloomed in the apples of your cheeks that spread through your chest and deep into your abdomen, nipples pebbling beneath your jumper and rubbing against the inside of your bra. With each step that Steve took forward, you’d take one backwards, a game of cat and mouse ensuring. 

A moment of silence passed, the two of you just staring at one another, until he lifted his fake knife and your eyes were drawn to this as he drawled, “Aren’t you going to run, Princess?”

It was an automatic response, the flight or fight intuition kicking in as you immediately ran. You ran like there was an actual killer after you, adrenaline and fear pulsing through your veins that helped keep your instincts on high alert as you ran toward your home. Even though your home wasn’t far away, it still felt like an eternity of running, the muscles straining and chest burning from sucking cold air desperately as you finally collided with your front door.

You’d been unable to hear Steve close behind you, but you didn’t waste any time, fingers trembling as you pressed the key into the lock and turned, rushing inside, slamming the door closed, and flicking the lock.

You waited, listening and waiting for him to bang on the door, but only silence greeted you from outside and the thumping of your terrified heart and heavy breaths in your ear. Steve didn’t turn up; even as you looked through the door's peephole, he still wasn’t there, so you took a few steps away, frowning in confusion.

Then it dawned on you. The back door. The back door, where Steve knew where the keys were hidden in the plant pot.

Spinning quickly, your sneakers squeaked on the hardwood floor as you’d intended to run to the back door to check it was still closed, but a prominent dark figure blocked your route. Once again, you knew it was Steve, even from how he was breathing heavily, the outline of his broader form and the faint smell of his aftershave that you could smell now that he was closer.

You weren’t entirely sure how far he wanted to go with this playing around, but you were not going to ruin the moment and willing to see just what Steve had in mind.

Taking a shaky step backwards away from the figure, you lifted your hands, palms up in defeat. “My boyfriend will be home soon, and he’s big; he’ll kick your ass”, your voice wobbled, which was half put on by you but also a little bit truthful with the anticipation.

Ghostface chuckled lowly, his head tilting, and the dominance and lure of the sight had your insides clenching with need. 

“Oh, your boyfriend won’t be helping you tonight. No one will”, Steve stated confidently and didn’t give you any warning before he bolted forward. The rush caused you to jump and scream, turning and running in the opposite direction, but it was a useless attempt as his arms wrapped around your waist, pushing forward until you were flush against the wall, his chest hard against your back. You struggled and whimpered in his hold, trying to sound as desperate as possible, but Steve held firm but not enough to hurt.

The mark was next to your ear as he growled, “Now, where do you think you’re going, huh? I thought we could have some fun. What do you say?” You struggled against but mostly so you could grind your ass against his hips, showing him you wanted to keep playing.

However, your lack of words had your boyfriend freezing, the tone of his voice softening as he whispered, “Colour?”

Huffing out a laugh at his concern and momentary slip of the roleplay, you whispered against the wall, “Very fucking green”. You found it endearing that he still ensured you were okay and wanted to continue.

That seemed to be the last of the friendly acts, however, as Steve pushed harder against your body until your cheek was firm against the cool wallpapered wall, the plastic of his mask against the back of your neck. His gloved hands shifted lower over the front of your body, over the mounds of your breasts, your jumper-covered navel and past your hips until he was cupping your jean-covered cunt with a deep moan that rumbled against your back.

It was an automatic response to mewl and rolled your hips into the hold, feeling the pressure from your underwear digging into your clit but needing more. Your noises turned back into whimpers as his fingers quickly snapped over the button of your jeans, and his hand disappeared beneath the material until he was cupping you again, but this time directly to your skin. You pulled your hips away this time, but primarily because of the uncomfortable material; his gloves were cheap synthetic material and were rough against your sensitive, throbbing clit as his palm pressed against it.

Steve chuckled, the tips of his index and middle finger close to your entrance, and for a moment, you were worried he was going to finger you with the rough material; you weren’t sure it would feel nice, but this wasn’t what he was laughing at. “You’re such a desperate little thing aren’t you? I can feel how wet you are through the gloves”.

Your entire body warmed in embarrassment. You should have guessed that he would have felt how turned on you are, especially with how you could feel the slick gathered in your underwear, but you hadn’t considered him feeling it through the gloves.

Ghostface, always the one to tease and humiliate, then did something that had your gasps turning into surprise and shock. The pressure of his glove hand disappeared from between your legs, and from your position, you could see it disappear beneath his mask, where a sucking noise could then be heard as he devoured the juices from the fabric gloves.

“S-St-“ his name was on the tip of your tongue, mostly on instinct to submit to him by moaning his name, but you were also cut off by a deep, gravely groan as the man trapping you against the wall showed you just how much he loved your taste. His hips rolled against your lower back first, thrusting his clothed but painfully hard cock into you, then his hand reappeared from beneath the mask, but this time without the glove as he’d pulled it off with his teeth and dropped onto the floor.

“Why is it you always taste so much better when you’re scared?” he continues to taunt, and you knew it wasn’t a normal reaction, but your pussy clenched so hard that Ghostface had to wait a moment before he was able to push his fingers back into your underwear and his middle and ring finger penetrated your eagerly awaiting hole.

You rose onto your tip toes whilst attempting to back into him to rub yourself against him, but he held you firmly against the wall. His fingers did not waste any time either as they gathered the slick to coat the entire length of his two digits and pumped in and out with a slight curl as he pulled out.

Once more, it was on instinct that your hips were rocking to match his movements, pleasuring pounding into your core as your eyes closed, whimpers slipping from your parted lips that you wouldn’t be able to hold back even if you tried to What’s more the position was adding to the thrill, your hands sprayed and pressed against the cool wall, your cheek aching from the pressure of being pushed forward and the warm body surrounding your entire back with the plastic part of his masks against the back of your head as he rested his temple against you, watching and listening to every little noise that he caused you to make. 

Ghostface doesn’t stop pleasuring you, his fingers continuing to pump into you as his palm occasionally pressed firmly against your clit, adding more stimulation. You were a sopping wet mess that could feel that familiar tightening between your legs. Where his fingers curled, and strokes began to harden as your orgasm tingled on the very edge; just one or two more movements and you’d be right there.

But Ghostface knew you were getting to that point, could hear and see how close you were, and he wasn’t having that, not yet anyway, so he swiftly pulled his hand out of your underwear.

“Uh uh, I don’t think so. Did you really think I’d let you cum? Definitely not; where would be the fun in that?” he laughs to emphasise his mocking, making you feel degraded and mind-muddled from needing him to continue pleasuring you but also wanting to push him away so he could stop being so mean.

With your minimal room, you tried to force your elbow into his stomach, but he could already sense your move and began sharply tugging on your hair with his still-wet fingers. His other arm circled your middle, helping with his grip and plan to move you away from the wall. Due to his taller size, he could easily manipulate you to walk in the direction of the kitchen; both of you can only walk without hitting any furniture due to muscle memory and the thin slither of light streaking through the blinds from the blinking street light.

Breath rushed out of you as Ghostface pushed you over your wooden table, your hands and face again pressed against the surface. You were dazed from the fingering, so you didn’t immediately react when he roughly pulled down your jeans and underwear until they were discarded somewhere in the darkness. In actuality, you sighed in relief from having the air breeze over your aching cunt and only responded with your own needs as your hips wiggled enticingly towards the man behind you.

This was rewarded with a sharp smack to your left arse cheek, halting any fuzzy happiness you’d been wrapped in. A leg shifted between your legs, shifting them further apart as the sound of clothes shuffling was heard from behind you as Ghostface began to lift his cloak and bunch it around his hips.

You weren’t able to see him correctly over your shoulder, but your pussy clenched with anticipation, especially as you were only able to see the mask. It still scared you, but knowing it was Steve only made you back up into him until his cock was suddenly being thrust between your arse cheeks.

“Careful now, Princess, don’t want to be stabbed with something now, do we?” Ghostface chuckled right before he slipped his cock, inch after inch, into your pulsing hole. He wasn’t slow; he moved with intent, wanting it to be overwhelming, which is just what you wanted, and automatically, you raised onto your tip toes even whilst leaning over the table.

“Fuck!” you shouted, eyes shutting as all thoughts focused on the fullness you felt between your legs and the desperate need for more.

“Nope, none of that, don’t want the neighbours hearing or your boyfriend, got to keep nice and quiet whilst I fuck whats mines”, Ghostface grunted sharply as the hand that was still gloved now wrapped around your mouth, so you were forced to breathe heavily out of your nose.

On instinct, you gripped his wrist but didn’t pull away and just tried to concentrate on controlling your breaths as his hips began to move in short, quick rotations. In and out, sloppy fast thrusts that had deep warmth radiating from your cunt and down your thighs.

Sweat was gathering over your body from behind, stimulated and so close to Ghostface, who was also like a human radiator with all his clothes layers. You could feel that he had been wearing jeans as they brushed with each thrust against your sensitive thighs, and it only again reminded you that this was Steve as your hips shifted back to meet his.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the pressure increasing again like it had just before you moved away from the hallway wall. You wanted to cum, no, you needed to cum, wanting to soak Ghostface’s jeans with your juices, wanting to be good for the fake murderer and show that you could cum on his cock.

“You wanna cum? I can feel you getting tighter”, Ghostface asked next to your ear, his voice rough and gravely from where he was out of breath.

He momentarily released his cover of your mouth to allow you to speak, “Yes, please!”.

Ghostface wanted to laugh at your polite response, already knowing you were slipping into a submissive headspace from the way you were backing up to meet his thrusts and holding onto his wrist like it was your lifeline. But he wanted to keep the roleplaying going for a little longer, even though he was desperate to hear your sweet orgasmic mewls.

His hand again covered your lips as he tutted, “No, I don’t think so. I’m going to cum first, and then you can cum, but not until I do.”

You cried against his palm, feeling like your breath was stuck in your throat as you tried to control your euphoria, but it was difficult to do that and breathe through your nose.

Dizziness swayed through your mind as you slumped against the table, releasing your hold of his wrist as you needed to try and control yourself. Ghostface noticed the change and would have kissed the back of your head if he didn’t have his mask on, so he finally allowed you some comfort by releasing his hold on your mouth, letting you suck in deep breaths that filled your lungs.

This allowed him to hold onto your hips, holding you still and fucking deeper, his bulbous tip brushing against your cervix and thighs bruising into the edge of the table. Faster and harder, he moved, chasing his orgasm until finally his balls tightened to his body, and his shaft hardened with each spurt of hot seed that began to coat your inner walls.

You could feel it and hear Ghostfaces’ orgasm, and you finally relaxed the mental torture of holding back your orgasm and came with him. Your walls clenched in quick flutters that helped to milk the last drops of Ghostface’s cum before he collapsed over your back, mask resting on your shoulder and hands on either side of your head.

The two of you were breathing heavily, too lost in the moment even to talk before he moved first. Starting with a gasp, Steve pulled off his face, and you could see over your shoulder that his hair was drenched, sticking to his forehead and face gleaming in the small streaks of light.

“Fuck, it was warm in there; they need to make them with a small fan inside or something, holy shit!” Steve sits up slightly but still leaning his hands on either side of your head, and he catches your eye and grins, showing all of his teeth and eyes crinkling in the corners. “As much as I’ve loved this, I’ve missed kissing you” he dipped his face and kissed your cheek, leaving a few drips of his sweat on your skin, but you didn’t care, not when he was looking at you in a way that was making your heart race.

“So that mask, we’re keeping it, right?” you finally speak, voice hoarse as you try to smile over your shoulder at him, feeling his cock softening within you.

“Oh, for sure, you kinky little minx”, he agrees, kissing your cheek again.

[cuffmeinblack]

Guilty pleasure

Garreth Weasley x f!reader

Tags: explicit | anal sex | pegging | cunnilingus

3k words

Summary: Garreth would never admit his obsession with anal play to anyone; especially not receiving. Behind closed doors, he has no qualms about indulging in his guilty pleasure.

A/n: For Weasley Wednesday's prompt: Kink! Garreth is an arse man through and through and you can't change my mind.

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Garreth was a man obsessed. It was bordering on worship the way he dropped to the floor behind you, kneading your behind as if it were the most beautiful sight to behold. He told you as much over and over again. Not that you were complaining—to have a boyfriend so enamoured with your body that he would literally kneel for you was quite the ego boost. Not only did he admire your curves, he certainly knew how to pleasure you in all the right ways whilst he was back there.

Imagine your surprise when he’d positively squirmed away from your touch when you’d tried to return the favour—you’d told him in no uncertain terms that he was a hypocrite, and he'd relented, allowing you to experiment with all the ways he’d touched you. Any sort of indignation he’d shown soon melted away once you’d convinced him just how good it felt, and the thrill of being able to dominate Garreth was addictive. He was surprisingly prone to begging to get exactly what he craved, and you had no intention of giving it to him easily.

A few weeks after you’d started your experimentation, Garreth was practically giddy with excitement about what you'd planned that evening. He called it his guilty pleasure and had sworn you to secrecy, insisting that gaining any pleasure from penetration made him some sort of sexual deviant. A smile formed on your mouth as you thought about what you'd be doing later, paying absolutely no attention to the History of Magic class you were currently occupying. 

Garreth sat next to you, apparently having the same problem as he tapped his wand on the table and stared lazily off into the distance, only emerging from his stupor with a sharp inhale when you placed a hand on his thigh. The bulge in his trousers was hard to miss as your fingers glided over the fabric, and you smirked at him knowingly as he blushed furiously under your gaze.

This would be fun. Garreth enjoyed teasing you and getting you wound up; now it was your turn to play.

"Looking forward to later, are we?" you whispered next to his ear.

The usually chatty Gryffindor appeared to be speechless, likely because of your continued pawing at his stiffening length. Thank Merlin you were nestled safely at the back of the classroom, away from prying eyes—most of the class were asleep, anyway. Garreth just nodded, his green eyes drifting lazily over your face and landing on your lips with a subconscious flick of his tongue over his.

“What do you want me to do later?” you asked.

“I…I can’t say that here,” he hissed.

“I suppose you won’t be getting anything from me, then,” you replied under your breath, removing your hand from his lap and trying to hide the smirk pulling at your lips.

Garreth let out a tiny whine as his eyebrows peaked in a plea, shiftily looking around the classroom. Binns was still droning on, and your classmates were still otherwise occupied, so he leaned in closely to your ear before he replied.

“I want you to, you know…play with my arse,” he said barely audibly, cringing at the admission.

You stifled a giggle, sliding your hand back onto his thigh and turned your head, your lips grazing his cheek as you went to whisper in his ear. You let your warm breath slide down his neck, watching the visible shivers it elicited as you squeezed his erection through the cloth.

“I’ll do more than that, Gar. I’m going to fuck you so hard you can barely walk.”

If you could have captured his face in that moment, you would have framed the image and kept it by your bedside. Never had you seen him so wide-eyed and desperate—not all the times you teasingly played with his cock with your tongue before you took him in your mouth, nor when you sat in his lap and refused to move, until he ended up flipping you over and taking you hard for your disobedience. 

No, you were in control this time; he was at your mercy whether or not you’d give him what he wanted.

"Are you going to be a good boy for me and do as I tell you later?" you asked, slowly squeezing his head with your thumb and forefinger.

"Fucking hell…"

"That wasn't an answer."

"Yes…yes, I'll be good…"

You smiled sweetly and bit your lip and he squirmed under your touch, only pulling your hand away at the abrupt end to the lesson. Garreth looked stunned next to you, face now flushing crimson and breathing stilted. Without a word, you threw your book into your bag and gave him a kiss on the cheek, winking as you walked out of the classroom and leaving him to deal with his problem alone.

-

You went about your day, attending your final lesson and Quidditch practice straight afterwards—you didn’t see Garreth until dinner, where he sat down next to you looking ever so slightly miffed. He looked terribly cute when he pouted, the way his eyebrows knitted together and his freckled nose wrinkled. With a kiss and a promise to make it up to him after your meal, he was appeased and dug into his food, finishing at record pace even for him. You took your time by comparison, making sure to have second helpings and making a show of slowly licking your dessert spoon as he watched you with increasing agitation.

Finally, when you were full, Garreth almost fell backwards at the speed in which he shot up off the bench before taking your hand to drag you out of the hall. Apparently he didn’t much care about the curious glances shot your way, likely incorrectly guessing what you were about to get up to. You were expecting him to head up to the Room of Requirement, but instead he pulled you towards Gryffindor tower.

“We’re doing this in your dormitory?”

“I want to be in my own bed,” he mumbled, coming to a stop at the portrait hole and speaking the password.

The common room was empty, with everyone still at dinner—Garreth bounded up the stairs two at a time as you ran to keep up with him, his enthusiasm catching as a wide grin spread across your face. His dormitory was cosy, and the bed so plush and quite big…encased in the heavy red fabric with the addition of a silencing charm, you could be ensured complete privacy.

Garreth wasted no time in shedding his clothes, pulling you by the waist to meet you lips in a feverish kiss as his fingers tangled in your hair. You hummed happily, slipping your tongue into his mouth in gentle exploration as you tore off your tie, your shirt and everything else whilst you stumbled onto the bed. You peeled off the final layers of Garreth’s uniform as he lay back on the sheets, watching intently whilst you worked. Merlin, he was gorgeous. You ran a hand down the thick, red hair that trailed down his chest and below his navel, brushing his stiffening cock on the way down, down, down…

“Lie back, legs up.”

Your voice had shifted, to one of easy compliance to inarguable authority. Garreth noticed the change in tone, his eyes widening slightly as he did as you’d asked—or told—him, leaning back with his head on his hands whilst he peered down at you. He was more shy about exposing himself, until you gave his ankles a nudge and he spread his legs, pushing his ankles back as far as they’d go.

“Going straight in, are you?” he asked with a nervous chuckle.

You gave him a smirk as you rummaged in the clothes pile for your wand, muttering the charm to coat your fingers in a warm lubricating liquid. His mossy eyes never left you as you slid your fingers between his cheeks, gently circling his entrance.

“Relax.”

Garreth hummed and let his head fall back, closing his eyes to enjoy the gentle caress. Sliding a finger inside, you focused on relaxing him with kisses and slow, gentle movements of your hand. The way he writhed, completely vulnerable, with just the teasing pressure of a finger pointed to a desperation you’d never seen before. The musky scent of his arousal filled your nostrils as you licked up his thigh, gently sucking the skin just the way he liked to mark you. You bit back the urge to bite him, those deliciously muscular thighs so tempting, but ultimately decided to focus on the gentle preparation—there was plenty of time, after all.

As you pushed another finger inside him, Garreth started to get handsy. His hand reached down and his fingers found your hair, so you glared up at him from between his legs.

“Hands to yourself,” you ordered, stilling your hand.

Garreth frowned down at you, his grip on your hair slackening but not relinquishing. He wasn't used to taking orders in the bedroom, and clearly needed a little reminder about who was in charge.

“Do you want me to carry on?” you asked, curling your fingers to give that sweet spot a teasing stroke.

His head fell back, breaking your eye contact. Oh yes, he liked that.

“Yes!” he gasped. “I’m sorry…please, don’t stop.”

That softly sighed please ignited a fire in your chest, spreading straight through your torso to your core; twisting and pulling with urgent need to make Garreth beg you for more. He already looked so vulnerable spread out before you, losing any inhibitions he’d held as soon as you’d started your fondling—this might be a guilty pleasure, but it was one he clearly had no issue indulging in.

Garreth's melodic moans filled the canopy bed as you teased and circled the soft pad inside him, slowly pumping your fingers and stretching him gradually. He was almost ready; slick and relaxed, but you weren't about to give him anything without asking. 

His cock lay neglected on his abdomen, hard and thick and deliciously tempting. Keeping your rhythm, your other hand grasped his stiff length, your tongue running along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft until you reached his head, licking clean his salty precum with a soft moan intended for his pleasure.

"Fucking hell, I need you…"

With a smirk, you withdrew your mouth and your fingers with a wet squelch as Garreth groaned with displeasure, already missing your touch. 

“On your front, darling."

Garreth whined at the term of endearment usually reserved for yourself, his glazed eyes watching you as he rolled onto his stomach and shoved a pillow under his hips ready. Kneading the flesh of his freckled arse, you delivered a hard smack before pulling your strap from the bedside table.

“Shit…," Garreth muttered, an octave higher than it should have been.

You pulled on the black leather contraption that strapped around your waist, kneeling over him as you buckled yourself in, working slowly and deliberately as you held his gaze. His eyes were focused on the lengthy glass protrusion prodding eagerly at his entrance that received a final lubrication charm before you started to push.

You'd prepared Garreth well, your artificial cock sliding into his slick hole with ease as you held his hips still. You eased in slowly, watching his reaction, which appeared to be one of pure bliss; his eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open. You started a steady pace, pulling out almost the entire way before plunging back in, massaging that sweet spot that had him making the sweetest noises.

"Can you take it harder?" you leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Yes…harder…"

"Such a little slut," you chided.

He whined as you bestowed another hard smack to his arse before slamming into him harder.

"What are you?"

"A…slut," Garreth whimpered.

The sounds he made were utterly obscene; all muttered expletives, desperate pleas and gasping moans as you pounded him just as he did you.

"Y-yes…that's it…"

He’d lost the battle to keep his head up, collapsing onto the bed with his cheek pressed onto the mattress as you shunted him forward with every thrust into him. His eyes were unfocused, lips parted and pink; you even swore you saw a little drool pooling on the sheet below him. He was absolutely delirious with pleasure, every inch of skin flushed as your bodies burned in tandem.

The leather of the strap rubbed against your clit with every roll of your hips, giving you enough pleasure to take the edge off of your intense arousal, but nowhere near enough to satisfy you. Still, being on this end of Garreth was well worth the agonising throb between your legs. You scratched down his flushed back, leaving white rake marks that welted as he shuddered under your touch. The shake of his body wasn't just from the pain you inflicted—Garreth was already getting close to his release.

Gripping his hair, you yanked back hard to a gasping moan as you leaned forward to get his attention. 

“Do you want me to let you come?” you purred.

Garreth appeared to have lost all ability to speak coherently as he let out a strangled ‘yeah’, whining with every thrust that sent shivers up your spine and intensified the throbbing ache of your neglected heat.

"Up on your knees."

He obeyed slowly, shakily, pushing back onto the cock with a groan as you shuffled to get comfortable before resuming your previous fierce pace. You fucked him hard and fast, nearly breathless as he sobbed into the bed sheets. You reached around to hold his weeping cock at the tip, gently without pressure as you focused on the rhythm of your hips, slowing ever so slightly…

"Ask nicely, darling."

"Please…please, don't stop…let me come."

Your walls fluttered around nothing with uncontained lust as he begged for his release. Your breath hitched and a tiny moan clawed its way out of your throat; the swell of love amongst the heady desire.

"Come on Gar, come for me..."

The cry of utter relief that spilled from his mouth was followed by a shudder—he came hard, gripping the sheets with white knuckles as he gasped for breath. His moans filled the canopied bed and you sighed with satisfaction as you felt his cum dribbling onto your fingers. 

“Good boy,” you sighed, muttering more praises as you slowed your thrusts.

The trickle of cum into your hand ceased with the last of the pulsing waves of ecstasy and Garreth lay limp with his face down on the bed. You admired the obscenity of it all for a few moments until you pulled out of him, running your thumb over his gaping hole as he squirmed away and fell onto his stomach.

You let out a small chuckle and cast a quick cleaning charm on your hands, falling back onto the bed with a sigh. Shifting your hips against the strap, you searched for the friction you desperately needed as you regained your breath—the bed was stifling, with stale air and the scent of sweat and sex permeating the plush fabrics.

You’d barely regained your composure before a blur of copper swept across your vision; having been near comatose a few seconds earlier, he moved with surprising speed to straddle your thighs. His face was still beetroot red, glistening with sweat and beautiful, but instead of the fucked-out expression you’d witnessed as you’d railed him, a huge mischievous grin spread across his face.

“You didn’t think you’d get to tease me like that and get away with it, did you? It’s my turn now,” he said, already working to unfasten the buckles around your waist.

“I…I didn’t say you could…”

“Lie back and relax, darling.”

Garreth plunged two fingers into your sopping wet entrance with a devilish grin, his green eyes glittering at your shock. You had neither the strength or the inclination to stop what was about to unfold as he pumped his hand to the sounds of your breathless gasps. He was rough and quick, and it was just what you needed. 

His head had dipped out of view, using his knees to pry your legs further apart so he could settle on the bed between them. He got to work marking up your thighs, returning the favour tenfold as the mottled red marks bloomed instantaneously on your arousal-coated skin. Still his fingers worked their magic, the blood rushing away from your head so fast your head pounded painfully.

Garreth’s warm mouth left your skin and a moment later his tongue was teasing your entrance, lapping up your juices as he moaned in delight. You returned the sounds, muttering his name over and over again as he travelled up to your swollen nub—the first swipe of his tongue was pure ecstasy, and the gentle suck he followed up with had you squirming and clamping your thighs around his head.

He didn’t mind in the slightest, burying his face against you so firmly you could scarcely believe he could breathe. You tugged his luscious copper hair, glad he wasn’t telling you off as you’d done to him; he was too focused on his mission, to have you falling apart and screaming his name at the earliest opportunity. It wouldn't be long until he succeeded—the ferocity in which he feasted on your cunt was impressive to say the least.

You locked onto his eyes as you approached your climax, giving him a pleading look to keep going as his tongue swirled and flicked and fingers curled inside you. You were so close, so close…until you were there, and you fell off the precipice into blissful oblivion.

“Garreth!”

It was a feral scream, your legs clamping tighter around his head as you came, whimpering as Garreth’s tongue continued to lap at your overly sensitive clit. The waves of pleasure kept coming, reducing your body to a writhing mess. As your orgasm ebbed away, you yanked his hair hard to remove his mouth with a pop, a satisfied smirk crossing his swollen, glistening lips.

“Fucking hell, Gar…”

“Simply returning the favour,” he chuckled, wiping your juices from his chin with the back of his forearm.

He flopped down next to you, pulling you into a kiss; the taste of yourself wasn’t distracting in the slightest, and you melted into his embrace. You thought the experiment had been a great success, and the permanent smile on Garreth’s face indicated he felt the same as he pawed greedily at your behind. He truly was a man obsessed.

[anamoon63]

RL and Sims update post + a thank you note

(Warning: long post ahead, read at your own risk).

I wrote this post to thank you guys for all the likes and comments you keep leaving on my posts, even though, as you may have noticed, I can't be here as often as I used to. Real life has taken over almost completely, as I think it should. There are too many things going on, with me, my family, my country, even my sims and other games, lol.

I'm not going to bore you with daily life problems, much less with sad and depressive stuff, or with previews of a story I don't know when/if I'll ever finish, the only thing I can tell you is that I'm still busy with a lot of work, (fortunately) and family stuff; plus, I (finally) started going to therapy (yes, at my age). So right now, I'm juggling even more things than I already was.

And so I wanted to thank you for sticking with me, for continuing to read the chaotic stories of my wacky characters without judging them; thank you as well for each and every message you have sent to my inbox, be it questions, or flowers and love; and to all of you who continue to tag me both on sims stuff and cute games, knowing that I most likely won't be able to answer you, really, thank you for continuing to think of me. Your messages soothe my heart in difficult moments, and I wish to answer them all, I just don't know when I will be able to do that, hopefully someday.

Now, my sims story. For those of you who might remotely still be interested, I'm currently revising the next few episodes of Time Traveler which I wrote earlier this year. To be honest, I don't know when they will be ready, I just know the story goes on and as soon as I have reviewed these episodes, I'll start taking the pictures. When will they be published? Frankly, I don't know. It could be early 2025, but no promises, as I don't have much free time on my hands now. I manage to write in the evenings, but in-game photo shoots are quite time consuming and have to be done in peace and privacy, of which I don't have much at the moment. So, if I do decide to publish these episodes, it will likely be early next year, and at a rather slow pace.

About my gameplay, in Sims 4 we will continue with the Wilsons until the end of the season (coming soon), and then we will take a small break. As for The Sims 3, we just finished Patrick's story in Bridgeport, so now we'll go back with The Cho Brothers. First, we'll take a brief trip to Lucky Palms with Terence and Cynthia Cho; then we'll spend a rather long time in Hidden Springs and Starlight Shores, to see what has happened with Tyron, the eldest of the Cho brothers. And last but not least, we'll go back to Uni with Dale and Kelly, who I hope will FINALLY graduate this year, hahaha.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I am not gone (yet), that if one day I decide to retire I will make a special post about it, I won't leave without saying goodbye, but that day seems far away at least for the moment. 

Now, regarding Inzoi…

I admit Inzoi has captured my interest. As usual, I'm late to the comment party, but I still want to put my two cents about this amazing game. Seeing the trailers and all those beautiful Inzois created by other simmers got me so excited, and at the same time, terribly frustrated to see that the demo didn't contain any gameplay. I need to actually play the game to give an opinion on it! So far it looks beautiful, though I must say that the character creator disappointed me because the sliders are Sims 4 style, which I've always found a bit complicated, I'll forever prefer the Sims 3 sliders, but hey, I had a lot of fun creating my own Inzois.

Hopefully the graphics and gameplay are as good as seen in the previews and its developers won't “break” it into multiple or turn the into a malfunctioning cash cow like EA did with The Sims 4, and to a certain extent, also with the Sims 3 in its time. I hope with Inzoi they'll go for a complete game, no matter if it's expensive, if I consider it is worth it, I'll give them my money as soon as it comes out.

That being said, it is important for me to clarify that I will not abandon The Sims 3 (or even Sims 4 though I don't play it much) for Inzoi. Ever. Neither do I plan to recreate my sims OCs/games in it, because my sims are exactly that, sims. If I ever get to play Inzoi it will be with entirely new characters, although I confess, I did try to reproduce two of my most beloved sims (a boy from the future and a college girl who is a model *wink*) and they turned out pretty well, but nowhere near as adorable as they look in The Sims 3. Plus, the environments in which those two OCs currently move could not be reproduced in Inzoi, at least as far as I know.

Okay, enough of Inzoi. In short: I'm not gone, I'm still here, I'm still reading all your stories, only at a much slower pace, two or 3 simblrs per day at the most. I'm going to read them all, just bear with me, and forgive me again if I don't always comment. Sometimes I don't even have the time or the energy for that. Believe me, 2024 has been an intense year in every possible way, sometimes I really need a break, but I try to be around and will always find a way to keep in touch, even if at times it seems like I'm nowhere to be found, I'll get back to you at some point.

That's all, thanks for reading this far! Have a nice and beautiful start of the week. 💗

P.S. I wrote this post three days ago, wish I had published it earlier, that way I probably wouldn't have gotten a notification that some Simblrs Community 'removed my membership'. When I clicked in said Simblrs Community icon, it said the community was 'private'. I don't know if that's some kind of automatic Tumblr thing, if there's a committee that decides about this, or if it was just a glitch in the matrix; whatever it was, I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be here to keep said membership. I didn't even know Simblr was a private membership. For what it's worth, it wasn't neglect or lack of interest for my part, just lack of time. I hope one day to be able to qualify again and be worthy of this membership. At any rate, I thank you for thinking of me and admitting me in your community in the first place.

[sometimesraven]

how Empire of Death failed to mimic the scale of Infinity War, and what I would do differently

I'm just ranting here bc I had the thoughts and realised they were gonna go on too long for the tags of a reblog.

So I've already mentioned that the sand of death should have been the cliffhanger. The Sutekh reveal was cool and metal af, but imagine if it had gone on juuust a little longer and the credit theme rolls in just as Kate turns to dust. Imagine how much harder that would hit!

We would sit with that final image for a whole week, letting the shock and excitement build, even if we know they'd never kill both Kate and Rose and this would all be reset, the shock of the scene would still be impactful because we have time for it to truly sink in and hit us fully.

But I think the real reason Infinity War's ending hit harder than this is because we had real stakes. Thanos had been an imposing presence through the whole movie, killing or overpowering beloved and powerful characters we'd grown to see as untouchable.

Those stakes started at the literal beginning of the episode. Loki, a beloved character, is killed. The Hulk, who had literally JUST gone toe to toe with a god, is thrown aside like a toy.

The stakes remained through the story, when Gamorrah is killed, then continue all the way to the end when Vision is sacrificed only for that sacrifice to mean nothing.

Then the snap happens, some of the most beloved characters die in a slow, carefully crafted series of scenes with phenomenal acting.

And then the movie ends. We're left to sit with that for however long it takes for the finale, and even if we know most of the characters will be back it hurts because that emotion and tension and buildup comes to that horrible conclusion and leaves us to sit with it.

I'm not saying Sutekh should have killed anyone to raise the stakes. I'm saying that there was absolutely zero build-up to him within TLoRS itself, and therefore we as viewers don't truly know the stakes. The "He Who Waits" stuff was good to show us "hey, all these other gods are peanuts compared to this one", but that's about all we got.

And it's frustrating because not only has Doctor Who done this kind of high-stakes villain reveal and cliffhanger before in a much more effective way, but also IT WAS RUSSEL WHO DID IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME.

I firmly believe the finale should have been in three parts, not two.

I don't know if this is strictly Russel's fault or if Disney's restrictions were partly to blame, but let's look at how the Series 3 (2007) finale did what the Season 1 (2024) finale tried and failed to do.

Part One

Utopia plays out much like The Legend of Ruby Sunday does: they're exploring something self-contained but eventually related to the plot (end of the universe vs ruby's mother), they meet an enigmatic stranger who will later turn out to be the villain/part of the villain (Yana vs Triad), and the episode ends with the cliffhanger of them realising there's actually a Big Bad from the past that nobody was expecting (The Master vs Sutekh).

I think in the case of a 3 part episode I would have TLoRS end with Sutekh being revealed in a way that doesn't have him at his full power yet. I'm not sure exactly how I'd execute that but it would have the same impact w. Harbinger and Susan, only without Sutekh's full manifestation at the end; maybe he appears on the screens or in that smoky form around the TARDIS. Hell, maybe he would fully manifest but just be unable to dust the universe yet. I'd maybe even have him kill Kate and Unit there but not the world, to establish how powerful this guy is. I'd maybe have Ruby be with Mel instead of the Doctor, so that she's away from this initial death wave.

Part Two

The Sound of Drums then spends time establishing who the Master is for new viewers, and the kind of relationship he has with the Doctor. The stakes slowly build, any potential help is removed, and the Doctor's final plan is foiled, leaving him captured and powerless as the Master initiates the apocalypse.

Perhaps if instead of being with Susan, the Doctor tries to take back control of the TARDIS and ends up trapped with Sutekh controlling her?

Maybe they figure out how since Wild Blue Yonder, the TARDIS has specifically been taking them to places that would empower Sutekh with more death and chaos, rather than just where the Doctor needs to be -- the Maestro, Finetime, even Boom... all that death and chaos empowering Sutekh to finally take his god-form due to the invocation of superstition making his myth reality.

Maybe at this point it would show that the deaths in Unit were just the beginning -- that through those deaths Sutekh was able to reach back to the entire family line of each member he killed: Donna + family, even Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart had been killed before his time. This would establish in the Doctor some guilt that actually makes sense -- he didn't have to turn to Unit for help with Susan and Ruby's mother, but he did, and he didn't notice something was wrong with the TARDIS even though he'd been aware of her odd behaviour of late. He unwittingly brought Sutekh to UNIT and caused their deaths, sending that final ripple of chaos and death that allows Sutekh to take his final form. And now that he's gained enough power, he can coerce the TARDIS in giving her memory to him; of everywhere she's ever landed, past present and future.

The Doctor is forced to watch from the posessed TARDIS as first the Earth, then the Universe, is slowly destroyed, believing everything to be dead, including Ruby and Mel.

Part Three

In Last of the Time Lords, we focus on the Doctor's companions gathering hope and saving the world while the Doctor is helpless.

Unbeknownst to the Doctor, Ruby and Mel have made it back to UNIT. Maybe one of them remember how vivid the TARDIS seemed in the memory room and, in a last-ditch attempt to escape, try to enter it -- discovering the Memory TARDIS within.

This is why I have Ruby and Mel still reach the Memory TARDIS. Much like the companions do on their own in the Tales of the TARDIS clips I've seen, they realise this is a TARDIS made of memories and wonder if they can use that somehow. Ruby realises, as it begins to snow and the screens inside the ship turn on, that her strange memory power is keeping the TARDIS functional, and it shows them through the screens how to fly it.

Mel suggests this all seems to connect back to Ruby somehow, and the memory TARDIS responds positively. They start to go back through Ruby's memories in summary, trying to figure out what they're missing, and realise as her memories flick through on the screen -- one of them is unfamiliar. The Roger Ap Gwilliam realisation happens as normal, they go to find the medical record of Ruby's mum, Mel is fighting posession and decides to take HERSELF out of the room to "keep watch", knowing she won't be able to fight off Sutekh for long. Just as Ruby is about to find the name, she glances back at a noise behind her -- only to see Mel approaching her.

She just barely manages to grab the still-processing screen and escape, but now she's all alone and the screen has nothing to connect to. She never got her mother's name, but the records are still on there waiting to be processed. She realises Sutekh needs the records that are here, and that if Mel reaches her and gets the memory screen from her, she might get her mother's name and give it to him. She realises her only choice is to destroy the only records of her mother she has and accept she may never find her birth mother.

We have a tender moment of her with her face buried in her knees, crying amid the dust, she's all alone and she doesn't understand anything and she was so close but everything is ruined, it's like she's cursed -- she remembers her friends questioning her bad luck, wonders if maybe it was her all along and never the goblins. She wonders if the Doctor is alive, mourns that she can't turn to him, curses him for never finding out who her mum was sooner so they could avoid all of this, begs him to come back so he can tell her what to do because she has no idea who she is without someone to guide her.

Then remembers Carla. Maybe a flashback to something Carla said to her when she was younger; some motivational line about how she's not alone, she never has been; she's got a family even if it's not the one she expected. It doesn't matter where she comes from. It doesn't matter who her birth parents are. She has a real family to save, and that includes The Doctor. She pushes to her feet, still holding the screen, and returns to the memory TARDIS alone.

Meanwhile, the Doctor is being taunted by Sutekh. His only home; his safe place has been turned into a trap of torment and even as he tries desperately to gain some kind of control over her, Sutekh recites the losses and deaths the Doctor has caused. While he shows on the TARDIS screens all the places the sands of death have touched so far, he brings up Gallifrey, and the Flux, how Sutekh prides himself on being a god of Death but honestly he could never dream up something as destructive as the Doctor.

Just as the Doctor is about to give up, he sees Ruby, defiantly approaching Sutekh in the remains of UNIT's headquarters. His eyes gleam as he looks up to the bright red glow of his posessed ship's console, relief painted all over his face.

"I'm nothing like you," he says, even as he watches Ruby intensely; as worried as he is excited, "You exist to bring death and destruction and decay to this universe, but that's not me. Death and loss have followed me a long, long way but if there's one thing I have that you don't, it's hope."

Outside, Ruby is shouting and brandishing the memory screen. "Oi! You great big god of nothing! Is this what you want?"

She smashes it. Tough, she says. Sutekh roars and tears stream down her face. She's visibly terrified, but she stands tall.

"I was so confused," she tells him, "I kept thinking: why me? What's this got to do with me? But I think-.. I-I think I know why you're so interested in my mum. I think I know why I'm still alive."

She delivers a speech about what she's seen and learned from the Doctor: what survives of us is love. She realises that Sutekh is so interested in her mum because the one thing she feels deep in her gut is that her birth mother loves her, and the one thing he can't understand is love surviving despite grief. Ruby loves her mother despite never knowing her, Ruby loves her adopted family, Ruby loves the Doctor, and love is survival and love is life.

It starts to snow as she remembers everything she possibly can; every little gesture from people she loved and lost, every story she made up about her mum, every time Carla has been there for her, every time her friends have ditched parties to come stay with her overnight because she's staying in a hotel somewhere and she's scared to be alone. Sutekh roars and is clearly weakening but it's not quite enough, and the Doctor finally manages to break free of the TARDIS as Sutekh's hold on her weakens. He reaches for Ruby, cradles her in his arms as she runs to him, kisses her on the head and tells her how brave she is and how proud he is, then pulls her to the TARDIS console.

The ship immediately takes off, trying to shake off Sutekh while Sutekh tries to shake Ruby and the Doctor out of her. They're careening through the vortex, TARDIS doors stuck wide open, and the Doctor quickly slips a Mavity glove onto Ruby's hand, yanks off a panel of the TARDIS, and presses her hand to the psychic membrane underneath. He tells her to hold on for dear life and remember everything. The TARDIS amplifies her memories, feeds that love and life straight into Sutekh, and the Doctor gives one last speech about how humanity survives over and over despite their mortality, how human love is life, how Ruby is life. As Sutekh begins to break apart, we see people start to return from the dust.

As the story comes to a close, the Doctor apologises to Ruby. He suggests that maybe they could go forward and find that DNA result again, but Ruby declines. She says it's not fair to use something that was taken from her mum against her will as a tool to find her. She accepts that she might never find out who her birth mum is, but that's okay -- because she's realised her real family have been with her all along. The abandonment will never leave her, but after losing the whole world the only thing she wants right now is to see Carla again.

They part ways with Ruby cautioning the Doctor that maybe he should go find Susan some day. She must be feeling pretty abandoned too. And the episode ends basically the same way, only with Ruby making peace not knowing who her mum is -- meaning the mystery is left open for now in a more satisfying way.

I dunno. This got away from me a lil. I just think there's so many places this story could have been taken and it missed the mark in so many ways.

[dreamaze]

The Dreaming / Find You / Destroyer / All In (MV ver.) / Nobody Else / Wildfire / Rain (MIC in the SCENE live) / Mercy (No Limit Tour in Seoul) / Thriller / 춤사위 (Crescendo) / Lost in the Dream / AND / You Can't Hold My Heart (PLAY! solo live) / Thriller / BEASTMODE / Fantasia / LOVE / Rodeo / LONE RANGER

⟡ To be honest, I am not sure what I can say about Kihyun's artistry that isn't abundantly clear from his studio and live performances. If I say that I believe he is one of the most competent vocalists in the genre, it may sound like an understatement — although it is not something I say lightly, and I mean it with my whole heart. His level of musicality is built on a strong foundation of fundamental skills and would not be possible without it. Minhyuk once described him as a stone that does not shake in the wind, and to me this also embodies his steadiness and reliability in the recording booth and on the stage no matter how challenging the primary and secondary (e.g., ad lib) lines are asked of him and no matter how deep they are into a rigorous concert set. Kihyun excels at singing high and singing loud (genuinely), but he also has a wide and well-supported range, and I appreciate the opportunities to enjoy his lower/mid end and lighter moments just as much as his robust belting. I understand why Hyungwon loves composing for his voice (who wouldn't?). Kihyun has been a strong singer since the beginning of his career and makes many of his parts seem effortless, yet most of all I respect his commitment to growth despite how much effort it takes to improve when you are already among the best of the best. He was honest with himself about when he felt his abilities plateauing, and he sought a way forward by resuming vocal lessons. We are fortunate as fans that he is also open enough to share that with us. I didn't think I could love and respect him more, but for that personal strength and dedication to his craft, I did. I do.

Postscript, to listeners. This was a challenging set of excerpts to compile (and even more to order) because Kihyun has many, many parts throughout the MX discography that showcase his abilities. As with my other compilations, it strives to capture a breadth of his output while also being very much biased toward my own favorites (Crescendo/Lost in the Dream/AND occur successively because they carry the most gut-punching, emotional weight to me). But I expect to revisit these in the future and would love to hear about your favorite moments in the tags. ♡

Postscript, to Kihyun. I miss you. Kpop is not the same without you. At the same time, I am so proud and happy for you that you are continuing to make music, as it is such a core part of your being and (if it is not presumptuous to say) brings you fulfillment and joy. I am absolutely tickled that you play the trombone. I hope you are having the best possible time playing in the band (and that your low brass section is delightfully weird, as tends to be the case — with lots of love to low brass players, from a percussionist who overheard all your shenanigans), and I can't wait to see how this musical experience contributes to your transformation and growth as an artist.

Other compilations: Minhyuk | Jooheon

[chaseprice]

hi!! hope i’m not a bother. i just came across u and i wanted to ask something,,,

basically, i joined the life is strange fandom in 2018 so i never got to experience the pre-bts era, meaning i didn’t get to experience what rachel was like to the fandom back then or see the different interpretations of her.

i did some digging and i found some fan content of her from 2015-2016 & i’m absolutely infatuated with all aspects of the fanon version of her, especially her personality & how she looked. i totally wanna embody her. also the love is strange vn was so interesting to play, i love how she was written. i’d love to know more!

i stumbled across ur blog while i was doing my digging and i saw an old long post of urs saying how bts didn’t live up to the fandoms expectations, as almost everyone perceived her differently.

sorry for all the yapping LOL but what i basically wanna ask is,,, how *exactly* did the fandom perceive rachel back then (2015-2016). what were some popular headcanons for her? things you guys even considered to be canon? what were some of your own *personal* headcanons? (can be silly, realistic,,, just anything you thought resonated with her)

do you have any favorite arts from that time period that you thought really captured her? what were your hopes for the prequel/rachels character before it was released? what did you want to see in terms of story? was rachel’s style, appearance, & personality extremely different than what you expected? what did you expect?

i assume that rachels treatment in the fandom was different then than what it is now. whether it’s better or worse, i’m not sure. i was hoping u could answer that too😞. recently i’ve just been seeing constant hatred or lack of care for her character so i’m starting to think that if bts was written differently and based on the fandom’s interpretations instead, the hate now wouldn’t be this bad.

from my digging it seems like you guys had alot of fun sculpting rachel’s character on your own, and the interpretations were probably more realistic than what decknine put together.

anyway i’m sorry for the yapping essay on this random saturday, most old lis accounts are dead & i didn’t know who else to ask☹️. just trying to relive what you guys experienced the best i can. hope i’m not bombarding you with this. thank you so much if u respond !!

hiii u def did not bother me, i am not in a position to answer all of these questions, but although it makes me feel ancient, it's cute to see so much passion for rachel and pre-BTS fandom opinion, so i'll try answer some and for the rest (art, hcs, etc.) im just gonna have to direct you to my archive* (will continue under the readmore)

*(tumblr archive is so broken on mobile so you gotta go on pc for this, but also there's so many gifs from that time so it will Definitely slow down your browser). i was insane and 17 years old so like, just excuse all of the cringe content i guess. you can click tag and filter it by either #lis #rachel amber #amberprice or whatever to try and find stuff like art. and i got into lis sept 2015 so that's like, as far back as it will go, but i was fully lisbrained from 2016 through 2018)

to be honest, in alignment with pre-bts thought lmao, rachel is whoever you want her to be. there was less of 'this is a correct objective fact about her personality/history' and more 'yeah, this is an idea the fandom really likes and has become fanon, most likely because it is a nuanced and entertaining and realistic interpretation of what we have seen of her character in lis1' which means people whose opinions conflicted with that might've be contested/laughed at/unpopular, but they weren't wrong per se. there were plenty of people i'd criticise (and ridicule) back then for implying that this teenage girl was evil, and being a teenager myself back then, i'd call them morally reprehensible and cancellable and whatever, but tbh, as an adult now, i can just see that it was simply a boring interpretation of her character informed by misogyny

i'd disagree with the notion that fandom treatment of rachel's character was better before bts, back then there were plenty of people seemingly excited to characterise her as emotionally manipulative, a cheater, deserved what she got, etc. as well, bc tbh, the story did leave room for that interpretation, but it left room for so much more as well. i feel like bts just really locked in on a certain story they wanted to tell plot-wise, and didn't choose to explore a lot of the questions fans had about rachel as a person. it's hard to turn the ambiguity of a friendship turned situationship over a period of 4 years into a playable experience for an audience - so they didn't. regardless, it got people thinking about rachel more, putting a spotlight on her, hence increased attention both positive and negative. i feel like there's just a fundamental difference between what lis1 fans enjoyed about the potential for her character and how she related with chloe and the world around her, and what deck9 wanted to portray in bts (yes they hit the astrological headcanons, the charmingness, her rebellion, the emotional conflicts... but it personally felt hollow, contrived sometimes, i suppose). but there were a lot of people who loved bts (i enjoyed a lot of parts of it!). just, in my opinion, some of those were quite different people from who loved lis1, and with that wave it brought a lot of emotional immaturity to the fandom (like... ship wars, really? that was an insane change to fandom dynamics for me lmao, but maybe i was just spoiled by surrounding myself with people whose takes i respected)

anyway i highly recommend also that if you're hungry for that kind of content, read fanfiction on AO3 by the old fans - by Mogatrat (TON of rachel centric ones there), explosionshark and tippytypewriter, chicknparm (though Cusp is written post-bts, it's informed by pre-bts characterisations), vicepoint (me hehe), def many more good ones out there those r jus my friends so they come to mind first, e.g. i liked homecoming by kriegersan back in the day, but you could def find some more by sorting the lis ao3 page by kudos and reading the older ones that are highly rated featuring rachel. and lastly, my gf wrote a beautifully worded blog post called "The Assassination of Rachel Amber by the Cowards Dontnod and Deck Nine" which gets into some of this from a media crit perspective (not about fandom) in a very eloquent way thru comparison w twin peaks and i highly recommend that

rachel hcs that def started way before bts: skater rachel, stoner rachel, punk music listener rachel (but also like, fleetwood mac cranberries cocteau twins grungy hippy stuff rachel too), rachel's parents being distant and still living in california, curvy thick rachel, things that i've accepted as canon but were def created by diff people: bri explosionshark hc'd that rachel paid for chloe's sleeve, mogatrat (i think) hc'd that rachel initially went to get her nips pierced with chloe (that's a longtime fan hc now idk who started that one) but chickened out at the last minute, i think she also hc'd that chloe made the earring for rachel which is cute too

[2baddiesfanfics]

Literary Lovers

Pairing: Nami x Nico Robin

Tags: Libraries, Library Sex, Books, Couch Sex, Couch Cuddles, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering

Summary:

As Nami works on a map in the library, Robin tries to capture her attention with something much more riveting. It’s a good thing the Straw Hats don’t have a librarian, because the girls are about to get loud…

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Nami sat quietly in the library on the Sunny, hard at work on her latest map. The Straw Hats had already been on so many daunting adventures, she was constantly having to add other indicators to help them better navigate through the Grand Line.

Across from her, Robin sat on the couch reading one of her many books that looked as though it had to have been hundreds of years old. Nami had always wondered how she could possibly find something that ancient to be interesting. Nevertheless, having now made their relationship official, they continued to enjoy pursuing their own hobbies and responsibilities in tranquil companionship.

When she felt especially playful, Robin sometimes enjoyed surprising her by producing an extra hand to catch her attention with various fleeting touches. Looking up, Nami would stare into those piercing blue eyes of hers. Often, she’d fantasize about how she’d much rather map her lover’s body than focus on the one she was currently sketching. How she longed to mark her with kisses, nip at the scars she had painfully endured, run her hands up and down her lithe legs…

Not now, Nami! Focus on finishing the damn map and then you can play.

She looked away from Robin and back to what she was working on as she felt heat rise to her cheeks.

Robin ever so quietly placed her book down and made her way toward Nami. Walking behind her, she leaned over her shoulder and purposefully pressed her chest into Nami’s back. Kissing the crown of her head, she watched as she worked diligently.

“What does this mean?” Robin asked pointing at a scattering of red marks.

“They mark distances from land.” Nami then shifted her focus to the blue marks. “And these mark the currents.”

As Nami explained the various icons, Robin lightly dragged her fingers down her wrist and rested her hand on top of Nami’s, intertwining their fingers together. Trying to ignore her advances and focus on what she was saying, Nami felt the rise and fall of Robin’s ample chest resting against her back.

“So, these here are showing the areas where it’s hot and very little air carries through, which was what lead us to have that water gun fight in white t-shirts?” she could feel Robin’s lips murmur against her ear.

“Y…yes and we…we move very little in those areas. So, it’s best to get undress…I mean, mark them for the next time we come through here,” Nami stammered.

“What’s there to be so nervous about, darling? I’m just asking you a question. It should be simple for you…”

“I..it is sssimple to make ssure we don’t end up in a funnel or water sprout based ooooff these charts for the future, soooo we mark them,” she said as a moan caught in her throat.

“Mmmm, see? That’s my girl. I knew you could do it,” Robin hummed as she lightly sank her teeth into Nami’s earlobe.

Tilting her head back onto the taller woman’s chest, she looked up at her. Robin smiled and leaned over to kiss her. The top of their tongues slid against each other for only a moment before Robin let go and made her way back to her seat, picking up her book to continue where she left off.

Nami stood where she was, blinking in disbelief. She was flustered at the sudden disinterest Robin showed and wasn’t about to let her get away with it. Apparently, there was still plenty they hadn’t tried, an upside-down kiss being new and exciting. Clearly preoccupied, Robin’s eyes darted from one side of the paper to the next. Nami rested her head on the table thinking of ways to get back at her.

How can she do all those things, kiss me like that, and then just go back and act like nothing happened!? She has to be feeling this too…

Robin glanced up and smirked, waiting to see what Nami’s next move would be. Nami looked up toward where she was sitting and Robin quickly looked back at the page she had just read through twice.

Nami rose to her feet and walked over to Robin. Placing her hand on the book she was pretending to read, she pushed it into her lap. Placing her other hand on top of the couch, she leaned forward.

“Are you a good book? Because you’re gonna have me screaming right as I finish.” Nami bit one side of her lower lip waiting for her lover’s response.

“Mmm…that’s cute. Let’s see how loud I can make you scream my name this time,” Robin purred before leaning up and passionately kissing Nami.

Tongues clashed as Nami tossed the book aside (probably a little too hard for a tome so old) and threw her arms around her neck to pull her closer. Robin created a hand to lock the library door, ensuring nobody would walk in on them. They continued to ravenously devour each other until they were both desperate for air and had to pull apart, a string of saliva dripping between them.

Robin slid her hands underneath Nami’s shirt to knead her breasts.

“No bra today, hmm? Makes things so much easier,” Robin teased as she kissed her lightly. She helped Nami shimmy out of her clothing and then stripped out of her own. Sitting back down on the couch, she had Nami straddle her.

Stabilizing herself by grasping onto the back of the couch with one hand, she let the other wander over Robin’s chest. Goosebumps appeared on her skin as she let out a seductive gasp. Nami leaned down to kiss her chest just above Robin’s heart, which she could feel beating furiously. Slowly licking her way down to the breast she now held in her hand, her lips found Robin’s nipple. A puff of warm breath caused it to stiffen, inviting her to suck. Robin threw a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan.

“I thought you were going to make me scream, not the other way around,” Nami taunted as she looked into those beautiful eyes of hers.

Breathing heavily, Robin winked in response. “Oh, just keep thinking that, dear. You’re just getting me warmed up.”

Moving her hand from her breast, Nami’s fingers glided to Robin’s sex. She prodded a finger at her entrance, listening for her reaction before plunging into her. As she frictionlessly moved in and out, she leaned forward to nip at her neck, leaving red marks on her pale skin. Robin threw her head back, allowing Nami better access to brand her. Adding a second finger, Nami thrust faster.

Robin’s chest rose and fell more rapidly, groans escaping her. Her nails raked down Nami’s back, red welts appearing in her ecstasy. She kissed up Robin’s neck to her jawline, then captured her lips with her tongue. Moaning into Nami’s mouth as she found her release, Robin clenched around her fingers, soaking them up to her knuckles. Stilling as Nami peppered her cheeks with kisses, she sighed as she pulled out of her. Nami placed her fingers that were coated with Robin’s slick into Robin’s mouth.

“Suck for me.”

Robin grabbed her wrist and, never breaking eye contact, slowly licked and sucked her fingers clean.

“Ughhhhnn,” Nami groaned as she watched. Suddenly, she felt Robin tighten her grip on her wrists. In one swift motion, she swept her underneath her. Robin now towered over her as they continued to consume each other.

“You’ve…had your fun…but now…it’s my turn…” Robin panted between ferocious kisses. She stopped and looked deep into Nami’s eyes. “Trust me?”

“…always.”

Robin kissed her forehead. “Good. Lean over the arm of the couch. Face down, ass up.”

Taking commands from Robin made her shiver. She had always had a bit of an intimidating presence about her that made Nami slightly nervous but also thrilled her.

She obeyed, feeling deliciously exposed in front of Robin’s hungry gaze. Nami looked back over her shoulder with a fresh blush covering her face. “Like this?” She asked coyly.

Robin almost tackled her. There was something incredibly erotic about seeing Nami on her hands and knees before her that made her want to ruin her.

“Such a tease. Look at you. You were so bold earlier and now here you are. How should I take you, Nami? Your ass looks especially enticing up in the air like that,” she said as she lifted a hand and smacked it. Nami let out a yelp that turned into a moan.

“There are so many possibilities. Should I take my time and bring you to the edge again and again until you can’t take it anymore?” Her slender fingers now traced the red mark her hand had left. “Or would you prefer it quick and dirty?”

“Robin…please…I just need you…whatever you want…”

“I didn’t ask what I wanted. The only thing I want to do is give you a body-shaking orgasm. It’s up to you to tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel you inside me. Fingers, tongue…anything,” Nami panted.

“My, you’re naughty. I can tell you’re already dripping wet at the thought of me taking you from behind,” she said as she knelt in position. “You’ll be nice and loud for me, right?”

“Yessssss…make me scream, Robin…”

“Be careful what you wish for, dear…” she said as she swiped her tongue across her slit. Nami let out a wail at the feeling of wet warmth enveloping her pussy. Robin grabbed her thighs and pulled herself further into her depths. Sprouting an extra pair of hands, she fondled Nami’s breasts. The extra stimulation made her even more aroused and Robin savored the taste.

Her tongue danced from front to back, rocking against Nami’s sensitive bud.

“Fuck…Robin…faster…” Nami whined as she pressed against her mouth.

“Oh, so quick and dirty it is. Why didn’t you say so earlier, love?” She said as she picked up the pace. Nami squirmed against her, determined to use Robin’s face to make her come.

“So…close…baby…”

Robin pinched Nami’s nipples hard as she increased the pressure of her tongue on her clit, sending her spiraling.

“FUCK! Robinnnnn!” Nami shouted as she crumpled against the couch, unable to hold her body in position any longer.

Giving Nami a moment to catch her breath, Robin helped her up off the couch - a single dark spot betraying what had just occurred. “We’re not done yet, dear,” Robin hummed as she picked her up.

Backing her up against the bookshelf, Robin produced extra arms. Her real hands caressed Nami’s back, as two others grabbed her ass. As she kissed and bit Nami’s swollen lips, she widened her stance both to prop Nami up as well as prepare herself for what was to come.

Producing two more hands, she slid two fingers of each into both of their entrances. Nami cried out into Robin’s mouth as Robin moved in and out of them slowly. When Nami was used to the feeling, she started bouncing herself against Robin in time with the movement of her fingers.

Nami broke their kiss to throw her head back against the shelves. Robin’s name on her lips was the only other sound that could be heard in the room. She increased her pace as she spread Nami’s cheeks open wider and ran a finger of another cloned hand in circles on Nami’s anus. The erratic movements of the two caused books to fall off the shelves around them.

“Robin…I can’t…much longer…so…sensitive,” Nami groaned.

“So close…come with me…my love,” Robin moaned in reply.

A few more thrusts and the two shattered, shaking and holding onto one another for support. Robin slowly made her way back to the couch on unstable legs, careful not to drop her. Depositing her on the cushiony surface, the two lay together in comfortable silence.

Now a complete mess, Nami took a look around the room and began to laugh.

“Wow, we really shook things up in here, didn’t we?”

Robin chuckled. “It seems we did. I just couldn’t hold myself back after that clever literary pickup line. You sure know the way to a girl’s heart,” she said as she placed a kiss on her temple. Nami was glad she had saved that line for the ideal moment.

Robin grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over the two of them. Snuggled closely, they drifted off to sleep to the perfumed scent of old books and the sounds of the sea.

[rabbitsrams]

I see a lot of girl!dad and boy!dad schlatt HCs out and I absolutely love them to bits and pieces!

But what about queer-kid!dad schlatt HCs? Like I see some brief of mentions of the kids being gay and schlatt being supportive of that but not really much else.

Like what if his son is into girly things like barbie, makeup, dresses, and is a little bit more sensitive than your average manly man. He’d ofc be sad that his son isn’t interested in baseball or most/any of his machine stuff, but ultimately he just wants his son to be happy and if that means being somewhat of a girl!dad to his son then so be it!

And he’d do the same thing with his tomboy daughter, but he’d be pretty excited if his daughter’s into baseball and/or his machine stuff.

And if his comes out as queer, I feel he will be incredibly supportive… like to that point of it being embarrassing.

His kid brings home his same-sex or gender nonconforming partner? Be sure that he WILL bring out the gun and do vague threats towards the ‘lucky’ kid. Especially if they’re a guy or a masc leaning kid.

Heartbreak? He will be there for every one, wiping away every tear that pours down his baby’s face. Even if his son’s traditionally masc, he’d still do it because he’s doesn’t want his son to bottle up his feelings like he did when he was younger.

If his kids is somewhere in the aroace kingdom? He’d be supportive of that too, I’d feel that if his kid’s on the more extreme end of the aroace spectrum… he’d be more relieved then anything because that’s one less thing that he’d have to worry about.

Kid’s now somewhere under the trans umbrella? You bet you’re bottom butts that he’s gonna get ANYTHING that his precious angel needs! Wardrobe changes? They’re stocking up on all of the kid’s preferred clothing like it’s the fucking apocalypse! Pronouns changes? Will contently correct oneself until he gets it right! Puberty blockers? Gotcha covered! Hrts? Already on it’s way! Top surgeries? Bottom surgeries? Any other gender-affirming surgeries? It’s scheduled as soon as they turned the legal to do so and as soon as the kid shows interest in surgeries! Not interested in any surgeries or hormones? Still will love his baby no matter what they do.

And if there’s bigotry or bigots out there? He will fight everyone of bigots tooth and nail if it means his kid will be happy (even if it means getting the gun out).

And god forbid his kid, HIS FLESH AND BLOOD!!! Is ever HATE-CRIMED!!! He will rain the fury of a thousand suns upon those idiots who decide to hate-crime HIS BABY!!! If he knew the identities of those unfortunate people… let’s just say he wouldn’t be so civil with those ‘people’…. and they’d probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

ya…

Anyways! I said my piece here, so feel free to add anything but I think I’ve went over the most important things. -🍓🫐anon

hey there! wow, this is amazing. so nuanced and i so agree! he'd love his kid no matter what. i loved reading this it was super sweet and captures schlatt's essence so very well. well done nonie <3

i'm not queer (i'm a cishet ally) so i'm not really sure if it's my place to continue on this or speak on queer kids' experiences, but i def want to boost queer voices regarding this topic (or anything related to it too ofc). if any LGBTQ+ writers want to continue this, hit my line! tag me in anything or send me an ask and i can read & boost it <3

but i do wanna add a bit to the girly things son and tomboyish daughter part bc that was my brother and i's experience: we kinda had a mix of everything lmao, i was a bit of a tomboy and he was more sensitive and not rly a "manly man" (gender roles who)

his daughter being super into old video games from his childhood and loving the consoles. schlatt being OVERJOYED and playing with her. she gets better at the game than he does lmfao (i'm just imagining mario kart wii idk why)

if she's more crafty with fixing up cars/machines/etc he'd love to help her out. buys her parts she needs and when she's done he's showing it off to everyone

and like i said before, schlatt 100% would go to all of his daughter's games if she was on a sports team ofc

and if his son wanted to get dolls or other girly toys he'd get it for him in an instant and even play with him!!! (my brother would always play dolls w/ me hehe)

also you teaching him how to do makeup (if u know how ofc) if he wants to learn <33

you and your son doing makeup on schlatt and him looking AMAZING. he's SO proud that his son made him look so good :D

lowkey though gender roles don't exist in this household, as long as the kid is happy then schlatt's happy <3

[gotdamlost]

rp partners wanted

sup i'm bee. just another blog looking for long-term, rp partners who write with bts & like to chat ooc as well. i write on discord only & comfortably with those who are 21+. i am an enthusiastic roleplayer so i'd appreciate only reaching out if you feel like you can match that energy and if you'll actually communicate with me (not ghost). i become unmotivated going the whole nine yards with edits, playlists, pinterest boards, headcanons, etc. and then not receiving the same energy or effort back. i'm over doing all the work to get a plot going. i'd also appreciate if there's some understanding on with patience & response times. i am not a person who's chronically online, so my responses are not instantaneous. roleplaying is a hobby i am trying to maintain with a full schedule. i extend the consideration to all who may partner up with me.

you can read more about me & a detailed version of my preferences here. for a quick, simplified version, click below.

After reading feel free to like this post, drop into my IMs, or ask box to reach out for my discord tag if interested. If you've read this far, thanks for your time fr. hope to hear from ya soon!

currently: OPEN FOR PARTNERS last updated: 11/2/2024

preferences

first and foremost, know IT'S OKAY TO SAY NO. its okay to say you do or don't like something. it's okay to say you are not feeling a plot or the vibes and discontinue interaction. people feel like just because we start plotting you're locked in. not at all. if i'm not a fit for you at any point just say so. i PROMISE you it's not gonna kill me or make me mad. in fact its better for everyone. people agree to be nice, because we exchanged discords and got so far. just be honest. it saves so much time. i enjoy: multi muse universes, world building (playing multiple muses), gangs/mafia, slice of life / romance (in moderation), friendships, sci-fi, fantasy, angst, found family, plots / AUs of media i’m familiar with. i'm selective with: school / university plots, fictional celebrity AUs, supernatural — i'm willing to listen to ideas if i won't write: supernatural ( vampire / angel+demon / zombies etc.), plots based on real world events ( COVID, etc. ), smut focused plots.

literate to adv. literate (para, multi-para, novellas possible) but i’m so low maintenance. my rule of thumb is matching my partner. you can find a writing sample of mine here.

at the point of plotting, if i don't hear back from you after a week, i'm dropping and moving on. if we get to creating a server and i don't hear from you after two weeks, i will leave the server. no hard feelings held, i just really want to write and it's frustrating to be ghosted even by well-meaning people. but you are always welcome to reach out and let me know if you'd like to continue or just mingle/chat!

i love collaborating with my writing partners. i don't like one sided plotting or hearing "that's fine!" "sure thats okay!" etc. i appreciate and want to hear your contributions to the plot as well.

I only write member x member. I don't mind writing as the members themselves or using them as faceclaims for OCs.

I feel like I can capture most of the boys in writing, except Taehyung. My aces are hyung line, but i'll play anyone. You can find the ships that I enjoy and am currently interested in exploring for plots here.

NSFW and dark plots i'm chill with, but don't interact expecting only smut. If it's part of the overall plot, sure, but I have comfort levels.

[thisapplepielife]

All Across the Universe

Rating: E | Chapter Word Count: 9,748 | CW: Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence | Tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, Time Travel Fix-It, Blundering Through History, Platonic Stobin, Revolving Door of Characters, Mixed Media

Steve Harrington knows this world isn't permanent. They never are. He blinks into existence, brand new and disoriented. He might not know where he is, or when, but he knows he's searching for something, for someone, as he's called on and on, all across the universe. He always finds him. Eddie.

Snippet below, the full chapter can be read on AO3.

Chapter 6: Run For Your Life

"Agent, are you listening?" 

Steve snaps his head up at the sound of Hopper's voice. Is he talking to him? He guesses so, because Hopper is looking right at him, expectantly. 

"Yeah, sorry," Steve answers. Trying to get reoriented to wherever he's fucked off to this time. 

Looking at Hopper’s clothes, it's back in time. How far, Steve's not really sure. They seem to be in a meeting room of some sort. A heavy wooden table, and several chairs. It's pretty nondescript, but Steve tries to figure it out while still looking like he's paying attention to what Hopper's saying.

"As you know, the public has shown great interest in this accidental Top Ten Most Wanted list. So, I'd appreciate it if we could capture at least one of these fugitives, and fast, to prove this method of looping in the public is beneficial. Turn Hoover’s accident into an actual FBI program that works in our favor." 

Steve looks at the paper on the table in front of him, and does a double-take. 

It's Eddie. Of course it is, but he looks so different without his long hair. He looks haunted. Scared, terrified. Like he was the worst kind of cornered. Steve runs his finger over Eddie's face. 

Hopper slides him another piece of paper, a ledger, with columns of typed words. Murder? Not again. Jesus. Eddie wouldn't murder anyone. 

Continue reading on AO3.

Thanks to everyone that has given this new fic a try! I've had so much fun playing in all these different universes, and knowing that there are a few of you that have chosen to come along for the ride, makes me very happy. ❤️

[starbuck09256]

Hot date?

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023

Mulder POV

Set in season 2 during Sleepless

Scully doesn’t shake Kryceks hand. I feel a little smug about it. Scully and I went through a lot last year. While we didn’t always have the easiest of partnerships, the large amount of respect and admiration for her has only grown in recent months. As much as I tried to step away after The X-files were closed it didn’t work. She is still here by my side helping me when she can. I know she misses the fieldwork, she loves the challenge of the unexplained almost as much as I do. I lean back after she explains how a man can think they were being burned alive yet not have a single burn on his body. Her expertise and knowledge continue to amaze me as I smile as Kryceks asks his follow-up questions. I pick up a recent article she has lying on the side of the desk. It’s one that I sent her yesterday. I grin at the notes and highlights she has already jotted down. The one at the bottom, stating “There is not nearly enough room on this page or any of the others to describe how wrong and incredibly fabricated this is”. Given all that she has done for me in recent weeks, I know I need to take her to dinner. Then I hear Krycek saying something to her about dinner as well. Confused I lift my head up in curiosity. 

“I am wondering if you would have dinner with me, sometime this week Agent Scully,” she looks up at him in confusion. “I’m sorry, you mean to discuss the case?” I can see the shadow of her face and know that Krycek has made her uneasy. While I would like nothing more than to go up and wrap my arm around her and explain clearly that she is not on the market. She is on the market. I know she isn’t seeing anyone socially. There are days I wonder if I could get a refund on my Oxford education because, until this exact moment, I didn’t realize I should be dating Scully. Krycek chuckles and shakes his head reaching his hand out towards. Scully's eyes flicker to me quickly but I know she can handle this on her own, and my own interest in her makes it imperative to hear her answer. “I would want to know if you would like to go on a date with me?” Krycek asks, he pulls his hand away since Scully put some distance between them. “I don’t think so, Agent Krycek? Was it?” Ooh well played Scully, well played. Not only did you brush off his question you also illustrated quite clearly his unimportance. I can’t help but grin just slightly. Krycek seems a bit confused at being denied. “Why? Are you seeing someone? It's just dinner,” Scully takes a step towards him. My former partner will not be pushed around by anyone, ever. I can’t say that I’m not a tiny bit thrilled to have her unleash on him. Krycek is an annoying little yes man who makes me want to question any personnel who thought he was Agent material. “Actually, Agent Krycek, I’m interested in someone else, though I’m sure you would be an adequate dinner companion.” Scully's eyes now land directly on mine right at the moment she said she was interested in someone else. I have to resist the urge to point at myself. A man can dream, that this spitfire woman, whose brilliance and tenacity have certainly captured my heart, would be interested. “Well, alright Agent Scully,” Krycek leaves it alone.

 Part of me is surprised he seems like the kind of creep who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Krycek reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone dialing as he gestures that he will be right outside when I’m done. 

I walk over to Scully. She looks up at me with a small smile. I bite my lip. “I didn’t know, he wanted to ask you out,” I say because really I didn’t. While of course, I have thought about Scully in not-so-professional ways. It wasn’t until minutes ago that I realized I could ask her out. I could spend my evenings with her in that cozy apartment of hers, arguing about cryptoids and the validity of space crafts that have crashed into the sea. She shrugs. “Well, he certainly isn’t the person I was hoping to ask me out when you two walked through the door.” My brave woman. She has played her hand, and I am grinning wildly at her. “I might have come to the conclusion just a few minutes ago that now that we aren’t partners in a professional sense, we could in fact be partners in a more personal manner.” I step close to her, invading her small space, which doesn’t make sense to me as she takes up so much of my mind some days it’s hard to think of her as tiny or small. She looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, “You just now thought of that? I thought you went to Oxford?” she teases and I am already moving my hand up and down her arm. “Tonight dinner?” I ask. Please say yes Scully. Because it’s Friday and I want the entire weekend to make up for the fact that you and I could have been enjoying each other for months in non-platonic ways. “Pick me up at 7?” She says, her soft smile is the one she gives me when she figures out the small clues I leave for her to uncover. I reach up tucking an errant strand of her hair behind her ear. “Absolutely,” I say. She nods softly. 

Her voice takes on a soft undertone “I’ll email this over to you when I’m done. We can talk about that article you sent yesterday.” She is all of a sudden a little shy and I adore it. “Oh, I don’t know Scully I have other things I think we need to talk about tonight. Like if I should bring my go-bag and what your favorite breakfast foods that I can make you are?” She shakes her head laughing and hits me with the file folder. “Get out of here Mulder, I need to leave soon to get ready for my hot date.” I chuckle heading to the door. “You mean I need to leave and get ready for my hot date,” I say to her.  We grin at one another and as I turn to grab the handle for the door. Her shy voice is back. “Maybe pack for an extended weekend, since we have Monday off, after all.” The shit-eating grin I have when I walk out of the morgue drives Krycek a bit nuts as he sulks back to the bullpen. 

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

The Betrayer | Chapter Seven: Reunify

He was not your captain anymore. He was a traitor. He was a killer. And he was here for you.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Angst, Violence, Blood, Major Character Death (Temporary)

Notes: Hey all! Finally getting chapter 7 out! This one was kinda tricky to write but I really love how it turned out! Hope you like it too! Wesker is such a dick but man... *swoon*. I also wanted to mention I added/edited a little in previous chapters to fix continuity errors lol. Nothing that changes the story, but just a little extra. For those who don't wanna reread to find out, I added mentions in chapter 5 and 6 that Lucky had a bruise on her neck from Ghost Face choking her, because I forgot to add that lol. You might wanna read that part of chapter 6 though cos we get more protective Chris out of it ;) I also realized I missed some details in chapter 6 concerning the R.P.D. map, so I added those, as well as shuffled around the path Lucky and Chris take to get to the S.T.A.R.S. office. I'm not sure when I'll be able to post chapter 8 (haven't written yet cos 7 had me in a tizzy lol) because I have a lot of family/Christmas related stuff going on. Just gonna have to play that by ear. Anyway, let me know what you liked about the chapter or any other thoughts or theories you have! I always love to see what y'all have to say! Happy holidays!

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Day 2; R.P.D.

Your vision returned as you faced the figure before you, your jaw dropping when you saw their face. 

“Captain…” you whispered softly, more to yourself than to him. 

He’s here. He’s really here…

Your first urge was to run to him, to wrap your arms around his neck and never let go. 

You stepped forward, reaching out your hand, but as you took in his tall form covered in all black, with blood that was not his own speckled across his face and a combat knife in his grasp, reality crashed down upon you.

He was not your captain anymore. He was a traitor. He was a killer. And he was here for you.

For a split second, you swear you saw his mouth open in shock as he looked at you. 

Before you could question it, Wesker’s expression shifted to a dark smirk. “And here I thought I’d never see you again. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, considering your friends and I just had quite the reunion.” 

Your friends… They were somewhere in this building, just dangling helplessly on meat hooks, fighting off the Entity’s encroaching talons and hoping you could reach them before it swallowed them whole. You needed to get out of here. Now. 

You glanced around you, making note of any possible exit as he stalked closer. You stepped away from him, back hitting the wall of his office. Your breath hitched as he leaned down, grabbing your face in his bloody, gloved hand. 

You wondered idly whose blood it was. A little bit of all of them, probably. You fought the urge to gag as the coppery scent of it invaded your nostrils. 

“You look exactly as I remember you,” he said, his deep voice quiet as he surveyed your face, taking in the cut across your cheek and your bruised neck. “Though perhaps a little worse for wear.” 

Why was he doing this? Shouldn’t he be slashing you with that knife and hauling you over to a hook right now? He downed your friends in such quick succession, you can’t imagine he spent much time catching up.

“You should be dead, you know. I watched the life leave your eyes myself, and yet...” You gulped as his face came even closer, and you could see your reflection in those dark shades.

He looked older. But even with that and the glasses covering his eyes, he was as beautiful as ever. His features were still sharp, his skin still pale and smooth, as if he was carved from marble. 

But Michelangelo himself could never craft the man before you. Could never capture the pure intimidation and power that he radiated.

You felt the tip of his nose brush along your ear, your whole body tensing up in response. “Ten years, it’s been, since last I laid eyes on you. The Entity must be trying to get on my good side, sending you here.” 

Many emotions were tearing through you–joy at seeing him again, sadness knowing what he has become, fear that he would hurt you–but an overwhelming surge of rage bubbled up in your throat at his words. 

How dare he. After everything he had done, he had the audacity to believe you would just stand there and let him toy with you. The arrogance. The entitlement.

“You betrayed us.”

He pulled back at that, tilting his head slightly, amused. “Whatever do you mean?” 

That only fed the flames. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” you seethed, poking his chest with your finger. “Chris told me everything! How could you? How could you lead our team to their deaths? They were your friends!”

Wesker snarled at that, sounding more beast than man, raising his blade and swinging it down upon you. You yelped, unable to move with his other hand still firmly planted on your jaw, closing your eyes as you waited for the inevitable rending of your flesh. 

Instead of the sharp metal tearing through the meat of your eye, as you thought it would, you heard the scraping of it as Wesker embedded his knife into the wall beside your head, caging you in completely. 

Your eyes flew open, faced yet again with your own reflection in Wesker’s sunglasses, the smirk he had sported dropping into a vicious scowl. 

You felt the skin of your left ear stinging, something warm oozing down to your lobe, where it dripped onto the shoulder of your new jacket, staining it.

He had always made you anxious, always set your nerves ablaze since the moment you met him, but you had never been afraid of him. Until now. 

“They were not my friends,” he spat. “They were nothing. Just lambs for slaughter.” 

Tears burned in your eyes, unsure if it was the anger, the fear, or the hurt you now felt that caused them.

“What about me, then?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

“What about you?”

“If they were nothing to you, then what was I? Just a toy or–or some pet to play with until you got bored? Until you broke it?” 

“Does it matter?” he asked, finally releasing your face from his harsh grasp, his tone snide. “Toy or pet, you still belong to me.”

If you were angry before, you were positively livid now. Fear be damned. 

Before you could even register what you were doing, you pulled back your hand and slapped him as hard as you could with an open palm, flinging his glasses off his face.

With his gaze still turned to the side from the force of the blow, you could see his lips peeling back over his teeth. The large grin, especially from this angle, made him look like a wolf baring its fangs, ready to lunge.

“You’re going to regret that.”

Faster than you had time to react, black pulsing tendrils burst out from under his left sleeve, slithering around your throat and lifting you fully off the ground. As you clawed desperately at them, fighting to pull in the oxygen that was being squeezed out of you, he slammed you with incredible force back into the wall, knocking what little air you had completely from your lungs. 

You heard a crack as your skull made contact with the glass of the office window, a sharp pain rippling from the back of your head.

He’s going to kill me.

Your face was turning a violent shade of blue and your eyes were bulging from their sockets as you continued to fight against his hold, weakening with every passing second.

Wesker pulled you forward and you wondered if he was going to test if he could hook you before you died of asphyxiation, until he flung you once more into the window. 

The glass shattered completely as you flew through it and into his office, your spine hitting the edge of his desk as you landed on the floor. 

You gasped and heaved, frantically trying to catch your breath. Your back was surely bruised and your throat, which had already been tender, was now excruciating to the touch. 

The skin of your face and hands were stinging, cut by the glass as you were thrown through it. Shards of it were stuck in your hair and clothes, the rest of the window scattered on the ground around you, cutting into the knees of your pants and your palms as you rolled over, scrambling to get up. 

Your vision swam, everything splitting into two as you gripped the desk, fighting the dizziness that overtook you. As you stood on shaking legs, you nearly retched, bile climbing up your throat with a sudden onset of nausea. 

I’m concussed, you realized. 

You placed your hand on the back of your head, agony pulsing from where your fingertips grazed your wound. As you pulled it back, you saw it was coated in blood.

You wiped it on your jeans, standing up straight and shaking the glass from your person. You saw movement in the corner of your eye, even despite the haze, and you turned to find Wesker looming in the doorway.

He stepped towards you and you stumbled back, nearing the window by the desk where the glass had been completely removed, perfect for an escape. 

You were frozen in shock, though, when you traveled your gaze to his face, now left uncovered without his shades. 

What greeted you–instead of those blue eyes you had once known so well–were orbs of fiery red, the pupils mere slits, like a cat’s. 

Or a snake’s.

“What happened to you?!” you gasped in terror.

He was no longer a man. He was a monster.

He leaned down, leveling you with that burning gaze, a crazed smile stretching across his visage. “I became… a god.”

Before you could make a run for it or Wesker could lunge for you, there was a sudden loud rumbling noise in the distance, the whole station almost vibrating from the force of it. A large shockwave rolled through the room, nearly knocking you down, your balance already off-kilter from the concussion.

Rebecca… 

Wesker turned away from you and towards the disruption, clearly amused. “Looks like the Entity’s claimed its first prize.”

“Well, it’s not getting me.” 

With that, you made a mad dash for the empty window, vaulting over it on wobbling legs. He strode after you, clearly in no hurry, and despite the distance being put between you, his nonchalance was unnerving.

“Oh, it is truly precious that you think you can get away from me, pet,” he chastised as he followed behind, his wicked laughter echoing through the room as you sprinted out of it. 

You made it to the end of the hallway, passing from the women’s locker room to the men’s through what was left of the crumbling wall that once separated them. You stopped for a moment, thinking of your next move.

There was a hole in the ground you could jump down, though with your ankle still aching and your concussion making focusing on much of anything difficult, you worried you would hurt yourself. There was the exit back into the hall you could take, but that felt too obvious. 

That’s when you saw them.

The red lockers along the wall. 

You had to play this smart, though, thinking of Carlos’s warning yet again.

You grabbed a piece of debris lying on the floor and lobbed it as far as you could down the hallway, hoping the sound would distract Wesker as you slipped into the red locker in the corner. You pressed your back against it and spread your legs in a wide stance so that you could remain as still as possible. 

He entered the room mere seconds after you hid. You couldn’t see him behind the door, but his footsteps were enough of an indication.

As you had hoped, he strode towards the doorway, after the diversion.

You almost sighed in relief, about to exit your hiding spot and book it in the opposite direction, when you heard a loud whoosh in front of the locker.

You held your breath, fear in your veins, the sound of your own heartbeat thumping wildly in your ears.

Suddenly, the doors were pried open with such force, you thought they’d be ripped off their hinges.

You cried out as Wesker peered down at you with apparent derision. “You’ve always been such a clever thing. Unfortunately, not clever enough.”

He grabbed you again with those slimy appendages, easily throwing you over his shoulder despite your resistance.

He was going to hook you. 

You could let him–let it just happen and accept your fate. What’s a single death when you’d likely be killed hundreds, if not thousands of times more while trapped in this hell? 

But you were afraid. So purely afraid of dying that you were desperate to avoid it at all costs. 

And so, with only a moment to act, you kicked off of the locker with all of your strength. 

Wesker was sturdy, but the momentum was enough to send him staggering back a few steps, turning slightly to avoid tripping over the bench behind him. 

It was just enough.

You pulled yourself forward with the movement and grabbed a hold of the row of blue lockers within reach, yanking them down. 

You knew it was a gamble, but they were heavy enough that he released his hold on your waist to stop them from toppling onto him. 

You took that brief moment to launch yourself backward, flying over the bench and to the ground, the landing jarring your already rattled brain.

You scrambled back through the gore that slicked the linoleum–unsure of who it might’ve belonged to–as he shot those inky tentacles toward you.

Before he could reach you, you rolled your body over and into the hole nearby. 

You yelped as a piece of rebar sticking out from the concrete dug through your jacket and into the skin of your shoulder, the sharp metal tearing down your arm as you fell to the first floor onto your side, knocking the wind out of you. 

You whimpered as you felt the burning pain of the new wound, your entire side wet with blood. 

You heard the lockers being bashed back into the wall upstairs and Wesker’s voice called out to you, laced with rage, “My patience is beginning to wear thin.”

You rushed to your feet, knowing you only had seconds to make a run for it before he joined you in the first-floor hallway. 

You dodged down the corridor, hearing the thud of boots as he landed where you had been lying only moments before. 

You weaved in and out of rooms as you sprinted, finally losing the sound of his footsteps as you reached the confiscated items room.

You slowed to a walk to catch your breath and take a look at your now injured shoulder, still gushing, but not so much you would pass out. If anything, your concussion was most concerning to you, nausea and dizziness crashing over you like waves. You fought against the urge to vomit. 

As you began your journey to the east side of the station, hoping to make it to Jill and Chris in time before the Entity snatched them up, you noticed the floor was absolutely drenched in blood. You had seen plenty of it in this building–were now covered in it–but in this hallway, there was just… so much. 

As you moved forward, staring at the stains on the floor to avoid slipping in the viscous red liquid, you felt something hit the side of your head with a gentle thump.

Your eyes trailed up and you flinched away from what you saw in alarm.

It was a body suspended from the ceiling, wearing an R.P.D. uniform.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, retching on the floor. 

You managed to calm down, wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your jacket, and forced yourself to look back up at them, praying to whatever god existed that it was someone you didn’t know. Thankfully, you couldn’t make out their face or their badge number. 

Your relief was short-lived, however, when something banged against the window beside you and growled. 

You screamed involuntarily at the noise, horrified to find a woman on the other side of the glass, trying to break through. At first glance, she looked human. But as you took in her appearance, her mouth was stained in blood and her skin was deathly pale and necrotic. 

So this is what the infected looked like. This is what killed you in that mansion. 

The thought made you shiver. 

You heard those heavy bootsteps nearing once again, realizing that your scream alerted Wesker to your position. You admonished yourself for losing your cool and started running for the east wing as fast as you could, your ankle and head screeching in protest. 

You saw Chris as you entered the lobby. He was upstairs next to the lion statue, hanging from the hook beside it, but not yet fighting off the Entity’s hold. That was good, you still had time to get Jill first before coming back for him.

You locked eyes with him, and you pointed to the east wing, trying not to call out to him and gain Wesker’s attention. He simply nodded, understanding your plan of action. You hated the idea of leaving him there to suffer, but Jill was your current priority. 

You headed back for the first floor of the east wing, searching for Jill as you booked it through the office once more. You ended up at the side door again and noticed the meat hook you had passed by earlier in the trial was broken, the rusted metal lying on the ground, coated in a fresh layer of blood. 

Poor Rebecca…

You went up the fire escape and into the second-floor hallway, hearing that rumbling noise yet again as you rounded the corner. 

You were too late.

Jill’s body was already being pulled up and into a void that tore open the ceiling, the Entity’s talons wrapped tightly around her. 

“Jill!” you yelled, guilt burrowing itself into your chest for not making it in time. 

You had to cover your face as another shockwave rippled out, blowing dirt and debris up into the air around you. 

The void closed in on itself and you were left alone in the hall, the only indication Jill had ever been there was the meat hook dropping with a loud clang to the floor. 

You felt tears burn in your eyes and you leaned against the wall to steady yourself. 

God, this can’t be happening… please… 

You weren’t given much of a respite, though, as the sound of Wesker moving down the corridor forced you to piece yourself back together again and push forward.

At least I can still save Chris, you told yourself, shoving down the hopelessness that threatened to overtake you.

You found yourself in Chief Irons’s office, a place you had only been to once when you were first hired, a secret entryway into the lobby sitting in front of you.

Just up ahead was Chris, now battling with the Entity as it tried to tear through him with its massive claws. 

You took a step forward, about to bridge the gap between you to pull him from the hook, when you heard the click of a tongue right behind you. 

The hair on the back of your neck rose up as you turned, Wesker standing mere feet from you in the doorway.

How did he catch up so fast?!

“I have to admit, I always admired your fighting spirit. But you are grating on my last nerve, my dear.” 

He took one long stride forward and you spun back around, bursting towards the lobby at full speed. 

You passed by a pallet pressed up against Chief Irons’s desk and knew what you had to do, hopeful it would buy you enough time to grab Chris and find a place to hide. 

You slowed for just a moment, long enough for Wesker to catch up to you, and then pulled it down on top of him.  

He reeled back, pressing his gloved hand to his temple where the wood had made contact with his head, a snarl ripping past his lips, “I’ll see you dead!”

Fighting against your trembling hands, you finally reached Chris.

“I’m getting you out of here!” you told him, wrapping your arms tightly around his legs and pushing up with what little energy you had left.

So close, come on! you bellowed out in your head, gritting your teeth as you felt Chris’s body slide up the meat hook planted into his shoulder. He groaned in pain as he held off the Entity with one hand and tried pulling himself up and off the hook with the other. 

You shrieked as leather-clad fingers dug into your scalp–into your open wound–and yanked you off of Chris by your hair.

“Lucky!” Chris shouted, reaching towards you without thinking. 

Right in front of your blurring eyes, the Entity sliced its long, sharp talon through Chris’s abdomen. 

One last grunt escaped him as your horrified gazes met, a spurt of blood flying out of his mouth and spraying you across the face.

“Chris!” you cried, fighting against Wesker’s hold. 

It didn’t matter. He was already dead.

The Entity curled its blood-soaked claws around his body and, like Jill, began to pull him up into a void that appeared in the ceiling. 

Wesker turned to you as you continued to watch your best friend’s corpse get carried off into the floating abyss, unable to come to terms with what you just witnessed. That blast of air you now know to be associated with the Entity’s sacrifice washed over you, stinging your eyes, but you couldn’t pull them away from the scene.

“How disappointing,” Wesker tutted, pressing his other hand to your face, forcing you to look at him. “To think, you were so close.” 

His words cut right through the shock, every emotion you were feeling at that moment overshadowed by the unadulterated wrath you felt frothing like over-boiled water inside of you.

Wesker’s fingers were pressed to either side of your cheeks, clamped down hard enough to bruise, the healing scab across your face cracking and oozing new blood. 

His hand hovered right in front of your open mouth, and so you did the only thing you could think of.

You bit down. 

Hard. 

He let out a hiss, pulling his hand from your face. The leather was too thick for your teeth to tear through it and into his flesh, but you knew the bite was forceful enough to still hurt. 

You only stared up at him in defiance, reaching your hands to the one tangled in your hair, scratching wildly at his arm.

“Enough!” he roared, something feral flashing in those animal eyes.

He yanked you back with enough strength to nearly rip your hair from your scalp and tossed you bodily down the stairs. 

You covered your face as you bounced painfully on every step, landing with a thud on your back, your head cracking–yet again–on the hard linoleum. 

You let out a scream in agony, the world fading into only shapes. You were shocked your brain wasn’t oozing out of your skull by now.

You could still make out the silhouette of Wesker as he slowly made his way down the stairs, holding that glinting blade up to the light as he spoke, “You know, darling, it didn’t have to go this way. What a waste of such a sweet reunion.”

He was only halfway down the steps when you heard a creaking noise behind you, and what sounded like the rushing of wind. 

Is that..?

You turned over, groaning from the motion, as you tried to follow the sound. A cold breeze hit your face and your eyes focused just enough to see your salvation.

The hatch! 

It was down the ramp in front of you, just next to the entrance to the east wing. 

Despite every aching part of your body objecting to your movements, you pulled yourself to your hands and knees and crawled as fast as you could.

You slid down the ramp, your hands outreached and ready to dive into the opening on the floor. 

Yes! I’m getting out of here!

But, suddenly, there was a current of air whipping across your right side, something barreling past you and to the hatch so fast, you couldn’t make sense of it.

To your horror, as you were mere inches from your escape, the door to the hatch was slammed shut right in front of your eyes. If you had been any closer, your fingers would have been crushed under the rusted metal. 

You were met with two large black boots standing before you, your eyes pooling as you came to terms with the fact you weren’t getting out alive.

Wesker tsked as he walked up to your side, kicking it harshly to force you onto your back. 

“What a fun little game that was, my pet. But I’m afraid playtime is over.”

You tried to fight him off as he straddled your hips with ease, those vile, pulsating tendrils wrapping around your wrists and pinning them to the floor. 

He traced his knife down your face, fully reopening the wound there as you cried out in pain. 

His visage hovered so close to yours as he trailed his hand down your body and you shut your eyes as you felt the blade caress your ribs. 

Tears leaked down your cheeks. 

This is it. 

Before he could bury his knife up to the hilt into your lung, though, words came tumbling out of your mouth, “Even after everything you’ve done, I can’t bring myself to hate you.”

You squeezed your eyelids tighter as you braced yourself for what was to come, resigned to experiencing this first death at the hands of your betrayer. 

But nothing happened. 

Confused, you opened your eyes just in time to see him lean forward, knife clattering to the floor. 

And then he kissed you.

You were shocked, frozen as he moved his lips against yours, sweltering and so incredibly hungry.

You did the unthinkable.

You kissed him back.

Truth be told, you wanted this. You missed it.

To think, it had only been a few days since last you saw him. Ten years younger. Your proud captain. The man you admired.

The man you loved.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, completely at his mercy as his lips molded so perfectly against yours like they always had, but there came a sudden shaking across the whole building, the floors and walls breaking apart as an orange glow emanated from their cracks.

Wesker pulled back, his hands moving to cradle the sides of your face as he looked upon you, that murderous rage seeming to dissipate altogether, replaced with something else. Something… soft.

He sighed, those snake-like eyes boring into your own as he said, “It really is a shame, dearheart, but it looks like we’re out of time.”

Before you could say another word and faster than you could comprehend, his grip on your face tightened and he twisted your head to the side. 

There was a sickening crunch, white-hot agony shooting through your neck in a single burst, and then…

Nothing.

***

???; ???

When you gained consciousness again, you were floating.

No, more like sinking.

You couldn't move. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t breathe. 

It was as if you had been tossed into the freezing depths of the ocean, the icy water feeling like a million daggers being stabbed into your skin as it enveloped you.

You panicked, fighting against your immobile limbs, urging yourself to just swim up.

Your lungs were burning, but you weren’t drowning. Just sinking further and further and further down.

Was this death? Forever drifting in a black, watery abyss?

You didn’t know what to do. There was nothing to do.

And so you continued your descent into the unknown.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed. It could have been seconds. It could have been years. Everything was so far away now. Your life, your friends, the struggles you faced. It all seemed to fade into nothing.

There was no comfort in this endless dark, but there was still a certain peace to it. No need to fight anymore. You could just be.

And then you felt it.

A rush of movement came below you, something massive swimming up and towards your paralyzed form. 

You didn’t know what it was, but you knew to be very afraid. 

You felt it reach for you and you wished you could scream, could move, could do anything.

And then, as you awaited the inevitable, its claws outstretched…

You woke up.

***

Day 2; Survivors’ Camp

You came to, screaming.

You realized as a soft glow permeated your vision and the smell of woodsmoke filled your nostrils, that you were back at the camp.

You were no longer underneath Wesker’s hold. No longer drifting down into nothing, ready to be swallowed by what lurked in the deep of whatever watery near-grave you had been trapped in.

The memories of that freezing abyss faded nearly immediately, though, like waking from a distant dream. But Wesker’s heated kiss and the pain you felt as he snapped your neck weighed heavily in your thoughts.

The ache of your strained vocal cords was suddenly muted by the gut-wrenching anguish of your new reality settling in. 

“Hey, hey. I got you, Lucky.”

You turned to face Chris, who was kneeling beside you. He clamped a firm hand on your shoulder, anchoring you to something other than the horrid truth you’ve come to learn. 

He scanned you, as if making sure you were free from injury, before meeting your gaze. “Everything’s okay. You’re okay.” 

Oh, how wrong he was. 

Your eyes began to sting with unshed tears, and the dam broke before you could hold it in. 

As the first burning sob surged through you, Chris pulled you tightly into his arms, trying to calm your shaking form. 

“The first time is always the worst,” he told you, offering comfort the best way he could. 

But he didn’t understand. You had to make him understand.

“It was him–” you choked out. “It was him.”

You heard him sigh above you, tightening his already crushing hold. “I know. I know. But he can’t hurt you here.”

But he didn’t know. Could never know. There were no words to describe this feeling. 

Chris thought you were simply afraid of Wesker. 

It went so much deeper than that.

“It’s over, Lucky. You’re back here now. You’re safe. I’ll keep you safe.” 

He’ll keep you safe? You could almost laugh if it weren’t for the cries that wouldn’t stop falling from your lips and into his shoulder. 

None of you were safe. You never would be again. 

But safety was farthest from your mind. 

Yes, the feeling of Wesker’s hands on you, the agony that shot through you when he… when he killed you… was something that would haunt your nightmares for weeks to come. 

But it was far from the worst thing you felt, the thing that erupted from your sinking heart and out of your mouth. The truth that hurt far more than any suffering he could ever inflict on you. 

The man you loved never existed.

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[danjaley]

Get to Know Me - Sims Style

Thanks for the tag @nocturnalazure

Tagging whoever would like to do this - I'm just home from work on a Sunday, so only light tasks for my brain please.

What’s your favorite Sims death?

I've never been the type who enjoyed killing off their Sims, so I haven't been very interested in the various death-types. Years ago I've seen someone reply to this question "the mummy curse, because of the darkening vision effect and the sandy death-animation and ghost". This inspired a generation of my gameplay legacy, but I manipulated it so the Sim turned into a mummy instead of dying.

Alpha CC or MaxisMatch?

Maxis match, especially for clothing. I like the clear silhouettes of MaxisMatch clothing and I think they work best with most animations.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

In gameplay I prefer to achieve weight-changes the natural way. In storytelling of course I make the characters the way I need them.

Do you move objects?

In storytelling always, in gameplay sometimes to decorate.

Favorite Mod?

The technically obvious answer is NRaas because the game is literally unplayble without them. I love how many gameplay mods are being released these days.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

For every Sims game I was a bit late to the party and waited until it came with a pets expansion. This and Seasons. The world is not complete without animals and seasons.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

As @nocturnalazure said, I understand it as "we're live now". It's called "Live-Modus" in German and in a German word that's the only way "live" is pronounced.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

I still think the cast of Of Chevalry are the best Sims I've ever made. I don't see characters' faces very clearly in my head, but these really turned out the way I hazily imagined them.

Have you made a simself?

It's my icon.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Is this a question for the Sims 2 or 4 players?

Favorite EA hair?

I like the braided updo from the basegame. I use a lot of EA hair actually, especially for male Sims.

Favorite life stage?

Depends. For babies, toddlers, and to some extend children, I wish there were more content and gameplay in the actual game. On the other hand, this makes it fun to make mods for them. Teens and elders I wish were more different from adults, and I wish the developers had gone the extra step and made all clothing available teen-to-elder, like in Sims 4. In my stories I try to show my characters' development in whatever age they currently are.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I'm not a very good builder. My best own buildings are square and simple.

Are you a CC creator?

I dare say.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

I feel really old when I think of all my mutuals who are no longer active. Around 2015 there were so many historical and storytelling Sims 3 simmers! Sometimes I think of their stories and how they might have continued...

Do you have any sims merch?

Until last year there was a cardboard plumbob hanging next to our family-computer. But we finally realized every family member has their own computer now, so we removed that office corner.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I do, but it only has a handful of three-second screen-captures from my game. At one point tumblr's video upload didn't work, so I linked them from youtube.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

It changed a lot. I always played a historic game, but I was much more eclecticist in the beginning. Of course also new cc came out, and I started using lighting mods and later poses. And I switched from gameplay to storytelling.

What’s your origin id?

danjaley

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

There are many, but the first Sims creator and blogger I discovered was @aroundthesims . Sandy inspired me to start my own Simblr, and what would I do without her custom content?

How long have you had simblr?

Nine years this March.

How do you edit your pictures?

In Photoshop CS2. It used to be Elements but that is no longer working.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

See above.

[runawaycarouselhorse]

[CW: character death (animal and human), mention of natural disasters and firearms, major spoilers [this is basically a synopsis until the end?], etc. + Unico and Chirin no Suzu tags are only there because tonally, very similar to Unico and visually, very similar to Chirin!! I think fans of those would enjoy this, but don't read this whole post, it spoils it.]

"To the little fox, the place where he could see the deep red camellias, was the same as being in his mother's warm embrace."

And in the first few minutes, we see a red camella "behead" itself (they're considered omens of short life, but noble death, because of this)--his mother sacrifices herself to a hunting dog and Gon's view of her is obscured by the flowers and butterflies. But he hears the gunshot.

Its only the first four minutes and now I already know we have at least two more characters dying. This is gonna hurt. ;__;

Before the last flower falls, lightning destroys Gon's home and burns the camellia. His home is gone and Gon fully understands his mother will never return.

He tries, unsucessfully, to hunt, and nearly drowns (although it's all animated very sweetly and brightly, with light music, so it doesn't feel too distressing)--the river carries him to a human village, where he steals from a kind farmer (Hyoju) with a sickly old mother.

Gon is happier and well-fed in the village and farmer Hyoju names him Gon, thinking he has kind eyes (although Gon scratched his face in fright when he found him eating from his crops!), and pities him for losing his mother young.

Gon, on the other hand, feels bitter that someone as big as Hyoju keep saying "ma, ma, ma" because he lost his own mother and has to be strong all on his own so little.

Young Gon mimics the humans, he has no foxes to learn from. His mimicry is also his way of playing little pranks on people. He mimics a blacksmith, a pregnant woman, and others… while the mimicking a big belly story amused the other villagers when Yasuke (the pregnant woman's husband) retells it, he's quite angry because his wife nearly miscarried from fright… Yasuke wants to kill the fox!

Gentle Hyoju and the other villagers try to calm Yasuke down. It's the annual festival, forgive him, he's only a child! Yasuke relents, but insults Hyoju, blaming this for why he hasn't married yet (in reality, Hyoju is putting off marriage to care for his sick mother...) saying Hyoju's father would lament to see his son like this. Hyoju's father is never shown and is presumably dead, as only he cares for his ailing mother.

(We never saw the hunter who shot Gon's mother...)

Gon continues his days and it's fun watching him mimic and steal bits of food.

One of my favourite parts is when he tries chilli peppers for the first time, eating too many at once, before the spice kicks in, and then, he rushes to water. He's shocked humans can eat such things and the fox declares humans must be bakemono (monsters, literally: changed beings... much like the transforming kitsune in folklore!)

But one day, he sees a red spider lily (red amaryliss, higanbana, the red funeral flower and symbol of death and rebirth), pauses because it's a red flower (like the tsubaki/camillias that surrounded his home, which he associated with his mother's care)... a lightning storm happens and when lightning strikes and causes a fire, this triggers a flashback and Gon sees the shadow of butterflies and his dead mother... so he had seen her, but perhaps repressed the memory until now. ;_;

Gon's screaming and then trying, desperately, to cheer himself up by singing and dancing as he saw the humans do at the festival, with his voice cracking, was so sad...

Later, Hyoju is fishing and captures an eel for his mother. This was her only wish and the eel is believed to grant vitality.

... Gon steals the eel and the normally gentle Hyoju becomes quite insistent and persistent in chasing Gon, but still calls him "Gon."

Gon escapes, but as it kept twining around his neck, he didn't want anything to do with the eel anymore and threw it on the ground, where it died.

... Hyoju's mother also died.

Gon wonders where all the people have gone, initially thinking they might be at some festival where he might find food, but realizes when he finds the villagers at Hyoju's home... that his mother had died. He comes to realize the eel was for his sick mother and blames himself.

Gon's conscience torments him and he decides to atone by bringing Hyoju food in secret, although he causes trouble for him the first time by stealing fish from a merchant. After that, he only picks mushrooms and shells chestnuts for him, pricking his paws with the spikes in the process. Hyoju doesn't know who keeps bringing him chestnuts, but while discussing it with another villager, they decide it's a blessing because of his care for his mother.

(Gon is a little annoyed not to get any credit for it, but he keeps doing it in secret anyway!)

One day, Yasuke (the one who keeps insulting Hyoju for his gentle nature) brings Hyoju a gift: an eel! It's hard to get, so he gets offended, understandably, when Hyoju becomes suddenly very angry and irate and tells him he hates eel and to take it away, but it's still very selfish and self-centered of Yasuke to get angry and then, in yet another low blow, insult Hyoju ("You call yourself the son of a hunter?!"), never considering Hyoju's feelings and only mocking him for them, when his gift triggered him. He doesn't know, most likely, about Hyoju's mother's final wish, but I just don't like Yasuke's character... the eel and Yasuke's words have both pushed the ordinarily gentle Hyoju to the brink and he goes for his father's weapon.

The next time he sees Gon, quietly sneaking around (unbeknownst to Hyoju, bringing him more chestnuts...), Hyoju aims and fires.

The red spider lilies' petals scatter, blown into the air. Gon falls. We watch children swipe at the red spider lilies and play and dance around, but their voices and sounds are silenced, before they all go out of view.

Hyoju approaches Gon, already regretting killing him, the words from the festival, his words and the other villagers, trying to reason with Yasuke to prevent him from killing the young fox, play back in his mind...

And then, Hyoju sees the chestnuts, and realizes it was Gon who was bringing him food all along.

So, while the colours were beautiful and the natural scenery and the village were all so beautiful (even in this faded transfer, but if we had it somehow restored to its original colours, I'm sure it would be even more beautiful!)... the middle is genuinely enchanting, funny, and sweet (it'd easily captivate small children, I think!), but with a sad beginning and a heartbreaking ending, and with its heavier themes, might be better suited for older kids. Either way, it was lovely.