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tinyinkblots · 2 months ago

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Sleepless Nights

Warnings/Tags: MDNI!!, oral (m receiving), p-in-v, overstimulated Hotch, fluff, happy Hotch, f!OC (but no description)

Aaron Hotchner didn’t sleep anymore. Not really.

It wasn’t just the nightmares – though they still lurked, always ready to bloom in the shadowed hours – it was the pressure, the gnawing need to stay ahead of the next failure. Every open case was a loaded chamber. Every victim he didn’t save was a ghost that followed him home. So he brought the work with him, filled the bedroom with paperwork, case files, crime scene photos, post-its and his neatly scribbled notes in red ink.

And Amelia didn’t mind. She’d said so, more than once. She said it just like that, without sighing or softening her voice to mask frustration.

“I’d rather have you here, working, than not at all. And the light doesn’t bother me. Really. I like the sound of you thinking.”

So he stayed. Sat up against the headboard in a soft black t-shirt and flannel pajama pants, glasses low on his nose, manila folder propped on one knee. His back would ache by 3 a.m., but at least he was home. At least her warm thigh would brush his every now and then, an unspoken reminder.

You don’t have to leave to do good.

Still, the body keeps score.

The glass slipped from his hand the next morning, crashing into pieces across the tile floor like a warning shot. He stared down at it like it had betrayed him, utterly still, water pooling between his bare feet.

Amelia appeared from around the corner a breath later, quiet in a t-shirt that used to be his and no pants at all. “Aaron?”

He didn’t answer right away. Didn’t have it in him. Instead, he rubbed a hand down his face, then crouched to pick up the largest shard before she caught his wrist gently.

“I’ve got it. You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re exhausted.”

She didn’t argue beyond that, just pulled his hand under the faucet and gently wiped the blood away with a clean towel. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink, but he felt something inside him give – maybe not break, but definitely shift.

Amelia was thinking. She always was.

–

Amelia heard the front door close with a soft click, the kind that only happened when Aaron was trying not to wake her – even though she was still awake. She never slept until he came home.

He’d missed dinner again. The pasta had dried out, the wine bottle stood half-drunk on the counter. She didn’t say anything as he padded quietly into the bedroom, briefcase in hand, shirt wrinkled at the elbows, top button undone, dark brows drawn low in thought.

"You're late," she said softly, not accusing. Just stating fact.

“I know,” Aaron murmured. “I’m sorry. I needed to finish a report before morning.”

Amelia gave a slow nod and didn’t move. She just sat against the headboard, legs folded under the covers, watching him as he started to pull off his tie.

“You don’t have to say sorry,” she said after a beat. “But you do have to let me help.”

He gave her a look – soft, tired, unreadable. “You already help.”

But what he didn’t say – what lived in the quiet between his breaths – was that without her, he would’ve crashed long ago. She held him together not with force, but with quiet grace – the kind of love that stitched him closed with silk thread and whispered promises. Where grief had left fissures, she poured warmth. Where the world had hollowed him, she filled the space with gentleness.

Amelia was gravity when he drifted, the calm in the storm he could never quite escape. When it was his week with Jack, and the guilt pressed like a weight behind his ribs – the missed calls, the late nights, the haunted silences – she filled in the cracks. She packed lunches without being asked, soothed bad dreams with hands far gentler than his own, and smiled like she didn’t notice the shadows clinging to him.

She made breathing feel possible again.

And maybe that was the problem. He needed her more than he had ever dared to need anything – more than sleep, more than safety, more than air – and if he ever said that out loud, if he ever let it slip how completely she’d become his lifeline, he wasn’t sure she’d stay.

So he stayed silent. Let her care for him like he was something worth saving.

And prayed she never stopped.

“You don’t sleep. You bring your cases home and still stay up ‘til 3 a.m. You're running on fumes, Aaron. You dropped a glass this morning. Your hands were shaking.”

His mouth opened, then closed again.

She sounded almost like him – clipped, precise, too perceptive for comfort. For a second, he wondered if he was rubbing off on her. If all those nights lying beside him while he sifted through patterns and details had made her sharper. Or maybe she'd always been this observant, and he was only just now realizing how closely she watched him when he thought no one was looking.

“I’m not asking you to stop,” she continued gently, sliding off the bed and padding towards him. “I’m just asking you to come to bed. And let me help you rest. Properly.”

His gaze followed her movements, cautious, like he hadn’t quite figured out her angle yet.

She took his briefcase from his hand and set it quietly on the desk, then stepped close and started unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers were slow and deliberate, not sexual – not at first – just patient. Focused. She brushed her knuckles down his chest as each button came undone.

Aaron stood still, hands at his sides, watching her closely now.

“You’re tense,” she murmured, running her palms over his shoulders, down his arms. “Always holding everything in.”

“I have to.”

“I know,” she said, her voice soft, steady. Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric at his chest, gliding over skin made warm by exhaustion. She eased the shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall away like a sigh, revealing the lean strength beneath – all hard lines and quiet tension, drawn tight from too many sleepless nights. She touched him like she already knew every part of him that ached.

“But just for tonight,” she whispered, “you don’t have to.”

He looked like he was about to argue, but stopped when she stepped close and kissed just under his collarbone – soft and slow. Her hands roamed downward, fingertips brushing the thin line of hair down his stomach to his belt.

That was when realization dawned in his eyes.

“Amelia–” His voice was low, hoarse, warning.

She met his gaze, unbuckling his belt. “Let me take care of you.”

He inhaled through his nose, jaw tense, but didn’t stop her.

His slacks fell to the floor with a soft rustle. She knelt and eased his boxers down slowly, reverently, her cheek grazing the inside of his thigh as she rose. His cock was already half-hard, heavy against his stomach, twitching slightly under her gaze.

She touched him with the same patience she’d used undressing him – not urgent, not teasing. Just sure. A slow stroke, her palm warm and her fingers curved just right, tightening at the tip.

Aaron let out a breath, steadying himself against the edge of the dresser with one hand.

“You don’t have to do this.” His voice was hoarse, barely more than breath, like he was trying to give her an out even as his hand trembled against her shoulder.

She looked up at him, still on her knees, her hands resting lightly on his hips. Her eyes met his – wide, steady, full of something he didn’t dare name. And she smiled, small and devastating.

“I know,” she said quietly. “But I want to.”

There it was. Not the words themselves, but the shape of them. The weight. The way she looked at him – like he was something precious in her hands, not in spite of the wear, but because of it. As if every quiet crack in him only made her hold on tighter.

That undid him more than her hands ever could.

He groaned softly when she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Warm, wet, slow – she worked him with her lips and tongue, using her hands to keep him from thrusting too deep. His fingers curled into her hair, light at first, then tightening when she flattened her tongue along the underside of his cock and sucked.

“God, Amelia…”

She pulled back slowly, saliva glistening on her lips, and gave him one more stroke before standing again. “Not yet.”

Aaron’s eyes were dark now – not just with arousal but something else. Relief. A flick of surrender.

She kissed him as she backed him toward the bed, lips parted, hungry but careful, coaxing him down until he sat on the edge of the mattress. His hands found her hips instinctively.

But when he tried to take control – to pull her onto his lap – she stopped him.

“No,” she whispered. “I call the shots tonight.”

Her words made his cock twitch.

Amelia sank to her knees again, lips ghosting over his abdomen, tongue flicking over his skin. She took him into her mouth again, deeper this time, letting her throat tighten around him. Aaron hissed, his head falling back, a whisper of her name escaping his lips like a sinful prayer.

She pulled back right as his hips tensed, as his breath quickened – and stopped.

“Amelia–” His voice broke with frustration.

“Not yet,” she repeated, licking the tip of his cock slowly.

He growled, a low sound from his chest, his hands clutching the sheets behind him.

She repeated it. Twice more. Took him to the edge, watched him grip the bedding like he was in a hostage situation. Her name became a litany of gasped syllables. His thighs trembled. His stomach clenched.

Only when he begged, “I can’t– fuck, please,” did she climb into his lap and slide down onto him in one smooth motion. He gasped like he’d come up for air.

Aaron never cursed. Not in frustration. Not in anger. Not even when his world unraveled at the seams. Words like that didn’t belong in his mouth – not the way he was raised, not the man he forced himself to become.

But she made him human.

Not the figure in the suit, not the profiler carved from bone-deep restraint – just a man, undone beneath her touch. Her name on his lips, the slick heat of her wrapped around him, and the word tore free like a confession.

And God, she reveled in it – in the way he arched beneath her, the way his hands clutched her hips like he didn’t know where she ended and he began.

She didn’t move at first. Just sat there, full and pulsing around him, her hands braced on his chest.

“You feel that?” she whispered.

He nodded, eyes squeezed shut, fingers digging into the fleshy curve of her hips – not rough, but deep, like he was grounding himself in her softness

“That’s what letting go feels like.”

Then she moved.

Slow and deep, dragging herself up and down on his cock, every motion unhurried but devastating. His breath was ragged, his muscles trembling under her. She leaned forward, letting her breasts brush his chest, kissing him as she rode him harder.

“Fuck– Amelia– ” He was unraveling beneath her, every edge of composure stripped away.

She clenched around him deliberately, rhythm building, pace quickening. Her moans tangled with his – soft gasps and stuttering breaths, drawn from someplace deep and wordless.

And when he came, it was with a groan so raw she felt it vibrate through her spine. He spilled inside her in hard, pulsing waves, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her tight to him like he couldn’t stand not being connected.

She kissed his temple, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

And she didn’t stop.

Even when he tried to shift away, to breathe through the overstimulation, she kissed him again and rocked her hips, slow and deep.

“You can give me another.”

He shook his head weakly. “Amelia…”

She clenched around him again. He groaned.

His cock thickened again inside her, filling her, slowly swelling back to full. She kissed him until he surrendered.

The second time was messier. Desperate. She fucked him in earnest now – riding him hard, grinding into the base of his cock, gasping against his mouth. His hands clutched at her ass, trying to slow her, but she wouldn’t stop.

Not until he came undone – not until he collapsed.

Aaron came with a ragged moan, hips bucking as he spilled into her again. His body jerked once, then stilled. Amelia held him as he sagged backward, fully spent, chest heaving. His eyes fluttered closed as she stroked his face, tracing the line of his jaw, brushing damp hair back from his forehead.

"Sleep," she whispered.

She leaned in and kissed his forehead, slow and lingering, like she could press her care straight into his skin.

He was already gone – pulled under like a tide, slipping into the kind of dreamless quiet he hadn’t known in years. Just warmth, and stillness, and her.

“I wish I could make it easier,” she whispered. "I wish I could carry the weight for you – just for a while.

Her fingers brushed through his slightly damp hair, smoothing it back as if taming the chaos would give him peace. She covered him with a blanket, pulling it up over his bare shoulders as he was laying right on top of the duvet, careful not to disturb the steady rhythm of his breath, and let her hand rest lightly on his chest – right over the heart he guarded so fiercely.

It was the smallest kind of devotion. The kind no one else would ever see. But it was hers.

And for tonight, that was enough.

–

The morning light filtered in soft and gold through the bedroom curtains, warm against his bare skin. For a moment, Aaron didn’t move. He lay still beneath the blanket, his breath steady, the quiet wrapping around him like something sacred.

No dreams. No blood. No gunshots. Just quiet.

And her.

Amelia was curled against his side, still asleep, one leg draped lazily over his, her hand resting over his heart like it belonged there. Like she’d never considered placing it anywhere else.

He didn’t remember falling asleep. Not really. Just the feel of her mouth on his skin, the rhythm of her body against his, and the slow, inevitable unraveling that had taken him under like a wave he didn’t have the strength to fight. He’d drowned in her, and somehow come up breathing.

His hand drifted to her back, fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles against the soft cotton of her t-shirt – his t-shirt. The one she always stole when she didn’t want to wear anything else.

He should’ve gotten up. Should’ve been reviewing case files, checking the team’s travel schedules. But he didn’t move. He just watched her sleep, lips parted, hair fanned over his chest like a soft veil, her breath warm against his ribs.

She’d tucked him in last night. Not just with sheets, but with kindness. With hands that didn’t ask him to explain. With a kiss to his forehead that he hadn’t been too far gone to feel.

And the terrifying thing was – he’d needed it.

More than rest, more than sex, more than sleep. He’d needed to be cared for. Not out of obligation or sympathy, not in the way the team looked at him when the days ran too long and his eyes were hollow. No well-meaning glances or silent questions he didn’t know how to answer.

Amelia hadn’t asked. She hadn’t made him speak it into existence. She’d simply seen it – in the weight of his shoulders, in the hours he spent staring at his case files like they might bite. And then she acted, quiet and sure, like loving him was instinct and not choice. Like tending to him wasn’t a task, but the only thing that made sense.

He didn’t know how to ask for that. Never had.

He was built from restraint and responsibility, shaped by a life where vulnerability meant weakness and weakness could get someone killed. Even when it didn’t, it left marks – like Haley’s voice still echoing through years of silence, accusing him of always choosing the job. Maybe she’d been right. Maybe, back then, he didn’t know how to handle it differently.

But Amelia hadn’t run. She hadn’t flinched from the haunted parts of him or tried to scrub the blood from his hands. She stayed. She touched him gently, kissed his scars like they were sacred, and never once asked him to be softer – only showed him how.

And somehow, that was worse.

Because it was working.

Not because he didn’t want it – God, he did – but because vulnerability had never felt safe. Not in the Bureau. Not in marriage. Not even with himself. He’d spent so long locking everything behind duty and discipline that the idea of someone seeing all of him – the fatigue, the fear, the longing – felt like a wound waiting to split open. If he let himself fall into her fully, if he let her keep seeing the man beneath the armor, what if she changed her mind? What if she stayed long enough to know him, and then decided it was too much?

He could survive exhaustion. He wasn’t sure he could survive hope.

Beside him, she stirred – a slow, sleepy shift beneath the blankets, followed by a quiet hum and the brush of her lips against his skin. She didn’t speak. Just pressed a kiss to his sternum. Then another. And another. Tiny, wandering things, like she was tracing the rhythm of his heart with her mouth.

She burrowed into his side like she was trying to fold herself into him. Aaron didn’t hesitate. He drew her closer, wrapping one arm around her back and pressing a kiss to the top of her head – a silent stay, or maybe thank you, or maybe just mine, an unspoken proclamation.

Amelia sighed, content and warm, her fingertips drifting across his ribs in slow, absent circles. He let out a quiet laugh, lips brushing the crown of her head. “You smell like me.”

She smiled against his chest – slow, satisfied – and pressed a kiss just below his collarbone. “Good.”

They stayed like that for a while, suspended in the hush that only morning seemed to allow – no case files, no alarms, no phone calls. Just the cadence of her breath against his skin and the slow bloom of something gentle unfolding in his chest.

He hadn’t thought this kind of peace was possible for him. But she had crawled into the wreckage, unafraid of soot or scars, and made a home there anyway.

And for once, he didn’t want to move.

They stayed like that, tangled in warmth, until the light from the window grew stronger – until the world outside started waking up, and neither of them felt like letting it in.

Aaron shifted slightly, one hand brushing along her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine beneath the fabric of his t-shirt she still wore. She’d barely spoken, only kissed his skin now and then like she couldn’t quite stop.

But something in his chest had started to ache. Not from pain – not exactly. From the weight of everything unsaid.

“I’ve been thinking,” he murmured. Amelia stilled, then leaned back just enough to look up at him, hair messy, eyes still soft from sleep. He hesitated. “I could retire.”

Her brow furrowed slightly. “What?”

“I could stay home,” he said, more clearly this time. “With you. With Jack. Be there for school drop-offs and dinner. Mornings. Nights. All of it.”

She blinked at him, surprised. Not because the offer wasn’t tempting – it was. But because he’d said it. Out loud.

“Aaron…”

“I mean it,” he added, eyes on her now. “I’ve done this job long enough. I’ve lost enough to it.”

Her fingers curled lightly into his side, grounding him. “You’ve also saved people. So many.”

He swallowed hard, the words catching just behind his tongue. “Maybe I’ve done enough.”

There was a pause – not angry, not cold, just long enough for doubt to slip in. Long enough for Aaron to wonder if he’d said too much. If this was the moment everything shifted, and not in the way he’d hoped.

Then she spoke, quiet but steady. “I didn’t fall in love with a man who sits still.”

He stilled.

“I didn’t fall in love with SSA Hotchner, either,” she continued. “But I know that man is a part of you. You don’t just step out of that skin. And I would never ask you to.”

His breath caught, but she went on, her voice sure now.

“I love all of you. The man who leaves too early and forgets to text. The man who comes home with shadows under his eyes. The man who works through dinner but shows up at 2 a.m. and holds me like he never wants to let go.” She smiled then – a soft, knowing thing. “I’ll wait. Every time. I don’t need you to change for me, Aaron. I just need you to come home.”

He looked at her like she’d just handed him something sacred. And maybe she had.

He pressed his forehead to hers, closed his eyes, and breathed her in like she was the first thing he’d truly let himself need in years.

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katesimblr · 27 days ago

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🌿✨ MIDSOMMAR – A Swedish Summer Tale ✨🌿

"A gentle breeze, flower crowns, and sun that barely sets…”

I'm beyond happy to finally share this very special project with you – a deeply heartfelt collaboration between me and the incredibly talented @simsshira that brings the warmth, light, and nostalgia of a Swedish summer to your Sims worlds.

Together, we’ve created a little seasonal escape that celebrates the essence of Midsommar – one of the most beloved traditions in Sweden, filled with nature, family, joy, and the quiet magic of light that lingers into the night.

🌸 What is Midsommar? Midsommar is more than just a holiday – it’s a feeling. A celebration of the summer solstice, deeply rooted in Scandinavian culture. Families and friends gather in the countryside, flower crowns are woven, food is shared on long wooden tables, and people dance around the maypole to honor nature, love, and the longest day of the year. It’s a time of play, poetry, lightness – and deep connection.

This collab is our small tribute to that gentle beauty. 🌞

🏡 Mysig Stuga – Red Summer Cottage in the Swedish Countryside

Nestled between blooming meadows and birch trees, Mysig Stuga is a cozy red cottage filled with warmth and character – a slow living family home designed to feel lived-in and loved.

Outside, linen sways gently on the clothesline, geese wander curiously past the rustic bathtub-turned-splash-pool, and a small wooden shed offers space for gardening or quiet crafting. Inside, your Sims will find a wood-fired stove in the kitchen, an old-fashioned laundry room, two lovingly decorated kids’ rooms (including a dreamy nursery), two bathrooms, a sunny handcraft room, and even a small art studio. Balconies and terraces invite the outside in, making this a perfect retreat for a quiet summer life.

🧺 Explore Mysig Stuga

🌿 Midsommar – Traditional Swedish Celebration Lot | 30x30 Forest Glade This forest glade is designed for joy. At the heart stands a traditional majstång (maypole), surrounded by flowers, candles, and summer magic. There’s a festive table full of cakes, strawberries, and refreshing drinks. A cozy outdoor cinema waits for twilight, while children play in the treehouse or swing beneath fairy lights.

Tents and a vintage campervan turn this lot into a midsummer campsite. Picnic blankets, a crackling fire, and soft music create the perfect backdrop for storytelling, dancing, or just watching the stars.

It’s the ultimate place for your Sims to gather, celebrate, and make memories.

🌸Explore Midsommar

📷 And Then Came Simsshira… What would a world be without its soul? That’s where @simsshira comes in.

Her Sims, her lighting, her love for atmosphere – they brought life into this entire collab. Through her dreamy, emotional storytelling and photography, she transformed the builds into something far more meaningful. Her eye for detail, softness and natural beauty adds heart to every corner.

Thanks to her incredible talent, these places feel real. Her photos are filled with light, feeling, and a quiet poetry – like a memory of a summer that never truly ended.

Check out her take on this world on Patreon, Instagram, TikTok, YouTube – you won’t want to miss the magic she’s created! 💛🌸

She will be posting her part of the collab — and it is stunning.

Experience Midsommar with us ✨ Add both lots to your summer save file and do some wonderful screens! Add your Sims, light the lanterns, play guitar under the stars, or bake cinnamon buns on rainy mornings. This collab is meant to be lived and loved in small, quiet ways.

I’ll be sharing previews and pictures here — and many of the screenshots featured in this post are taken by simsshira, and used with her kind permission. 💛

🌾 Thank you for being here - and let us know if you've been inspired by this little Swedish summer world. It would mean so much to us.

Happy Midsommar, wherever you are. 🌸

Kateyln

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occisims-where-do-i-belong · 20 days ago

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First stop - Mt. Komorebi

Firstly thanks to @summerrplays for your amazing build! I had to change some things to make it fit on a lot but apart from that this has EVERYTHING Alice needs for her travels. And also a big thank you to @aneleya for your Beyond Bloom Save file! I can not wait to explore everything <3 This world is somewhere I have never really spent a lot of time in, apart from the odd vacation with my other families. I recently saw a YouTube by @oshinsimblr where her sims visited the Festival of Lights and realised I had never actually done this ..... so thank you Oshin for inspiring my first world in hopefully many travels!! So here we plan to:

Finish the Aspiration - Mt Komorebi Sightseer

Paint a picture(s) from reference

Vist the festivals here and do all the things!

Visit the summit

Eat all the food this world has to offer

Make friends with at least 2 locals

Complete the Simmies collection Maybe I will add more when I start exploring ... just going with the flow.

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professional-yearner · 1 year ago

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Hey! So now you've put scenes and idea's in my brain, like da brain worms. So I thought to share.

And now I'm thinking of the darling who gets bullied and picked on by the yandere troopers, and they bite and snark and push back, but eventually they're reputation is ruined, their friendship with the yandere's Perfect Beloved is severed, they lose their job and home and possibly their money/savings (slicers are terrifying and don't get enough credit). So they move away, to a whole other system/planet and start a new life. Cut all ties, close any accounts, remove any real way to contact them and go off to somewhere no one would think to look for them (not that anyone would, they believe). Nobody knows them, they don't know anybody, and it's pretty off-the-grid but quiet and peaceful. They rebuild their life, their confidence, and find peace and joy in this simple existence.

Meanwhile, the troopers are... conflicted. They have their Perfect Darling all to themselves, removed the problem, but... they're disappointed when there's no snarky greeting when they visit their Beloved at work and spend the entire shift just hanging around. There's no back-and-forth while they wait for their shift to end and they can take their Perfect Love out on the town or to the barracks or back to their place.

They... well, they miss the other person. What a shocking revelation it is! To miss their rival, the threat, the person they hated. Or, well, thought they hated. The group is confused, until one of them learns the phrase 'puppy love'.

Yes. That's what it was. Just puppy love. They didn't know better, and seeing someone so new and nice and kind and perfect blinded them. Sure, puppy love can bloom into genuine love, but as they watch their Perfect One, they find themselves... disappointed. Uninterested. Their responses are rote, behaviour predictable, there's no fire or spark in their eyes, no flare of emotion beyond kindness and understanding. They're nice, yes, but now that the initial feeling have settled and faded, they find they preferred the more stimulating company of their friend.

The friend they chased off.

What had started out as dislike, hostility, anger, jealousy and even hatred, had morphed into something else without any of their notice. Their cranky, clumsy, funny, earnest little rival that had matched them word for word and insult for insult, and yet had turned around and defended them against bigots and idiots in the same breath.

Their darling little rival, their lovely antagonist, the one they thought was the villain... but was really the victim in all this. They had been too hasty, too cruel, and did not give their daring darling the chance to show that they were the better match. Not their perfect friend.

They tried to find them. Desperate to make amends, to beg forgiveness, to show their wayward darling that they had learned their mistake and wanted, needed, to make up for it. And oh, they would gladly spend the rest of their lives making up for their foolishness, their cruelty, for being so blind as not to see their perfect match in the imperfect one.

But they couldn't find them. They had erased themselves digitally, and whenever they had left they had done so (unknowingly, luckily) when camera's had been down or things deleted or lost or files corrupted. No records, no trace or trail to follow and find them. The troopers despaired, but would not give up. Once the war ended, they would set out and find their beloved.

Perhaps this was a test...? Yes, a test. To show their devotion, and their dedication to righting this wrong. The first step in their atonement, to prove that they were serious. To prove they were worthy of their Darling. The moment the war ended and their brothers had settled, they would set out.

They would hate to keep their darling waiting.

God you're a genius! I love this scenario, I hope you don't mind me using it!

Tw! for: yandere themes, stalking, slight infantilization, past cruelty and bullying, unreliable narrator

Vay's face dropped once more as he watched you from his place across from your apartment window.

"Oh, cyar’ika..."

You had thrown out another one of their notes, looking terrified, tears welling in your eyes as you checked the locks on your door once more.

You never wrote back, no matter how many gifts, heartfelt apologies, and professions of their love he left on your rickety desk.

What? Did you want him to beg? He would! Gladly.

God, he would love being on his knees for you, in any way.

At one time, the thought would have disgusted him. Him? Bowing to scum like you? A gross little whelp who was trying to take his sweetheart from him? But now, he saw you for what you really were. Not blinded by that bitch who had tried to take their attention away from you.

Perfection.

He needed you. They needed you.

Looking back on your snarky remarks had become a fond pastime of theirs. Instead of infuriating, they had shifted into something adorable. Like and angry tooka kitten hissing and spitting when you approached.

Since they had finally found you again, watching you had come to make him anxious every time he was on shift. (Not that he didn't enjoy seeing you, your time together was the highlight of his week!) He just couldn't stand to see what your life had become without them! You went to your little job, then came home, occasionally went out with your idiotic friends (who were in no way fit to be anywhere around you), sometimes even going out by yourself (which gave Vay a heat attack, what would you do without them there to keep you safe?), but that was about it.

You had no real connection, as happy as you made yourself out to be. No one to take care of you, protect you in the way you obviously needed.

It broke the trooper's heart.

Luckily, it wouldn't be long now. They would place themselves back in your life soon enough. They only hadn't sooner to give you time to get used to the idea. They knew their behavior before had been unacceptable and cruel.

Poor thing, they had stung you so badly you felt the need to run away! To test their devotion to you by hiding away on the outer rim. Luckily, they were expert trackers thanks to their search and rescue training.

But honestly, what did you expect? You couldn't ask anyone to let a cute, fiery little thing like you go. No, this had to have been a test, silly girl.

Don't worry, once they get you settled in their new base and off of this dump of a planet, once they deal with your new "friends", you'll never want for anything. Surrounded by the protection and love you so desperately need.

Don't worry, love, they'll take care of all of it.

They'll take care of you 💙

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abbysimsfun · 10 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 32 (A Handsome Detective Investigates the Hack)

Detective Conrad Gordon stood in Heather's front yard with his canine partner, Bernese mountain dog Gord.

She'd never seen him before, but Heather knew why he was here. She raced to put her son in his crib and get dressed.

Holding out his badge, he offered a respectful nod and a charming smile that made her nervous. "Detective Conrad Gordon, ma'am. Are you Heather Nesbitt?" She nodded, holding her breath. Just her luck; the hottest man she'd ever seen had come to arrest her. "I'm here to look into a recent hack of Landgraab Systems. Did you know anything about that?"

"I mean, I read about it in the news like everybody else," she said. Her voice wavered. She was a very bad liar.

He clipped his badge back to his belt. "Do you mind if I take a look around your computer? A tip to San Myshuno PD said you might know something more."

"That's silly."

She laughed with an anxious breath, letting him in to search her PC. She hoped she’d covered her tracks, but the detective had been a geek since he learned how to type. Just like Heather.

He knew where to look and exactly what he was looking for. She could tell, and she tried to look busy. Flustered, she put a pot of soup on the grill in the backyard (why Heather why?!), but this was exactly the sort of strange behaviour that made a guilty person look it.

He joined her outside with a sympathetic frown. "You're really savvy with computers," he observed. "A vet who's also an app developer who got her start as the best online Incredible Sports player the game's ever seen."

She blushed. "You know about that?"

"I did a bit of research before the drive out here, but I didn't need to be reminded of all the times ButtercupNesbeets and your Henford Hens All-Stars kicked my butt online in high school."

"You played?"

"Not as well as you. But why the jump from gaming to hacking?"

The truth flooded out of her. "Malcolm Landgraab stole my app code, but I use those royalties to raise our son. And if Landgraab Corp's nothing but shady deals and bad business, I'm worried for my clinic. Besides, the news report said it barely cost the Landgraabs a thing!"

"It's still illegal, Miss Nesbitt."

"Mama mama!" Ash called for her from beyond the patio door, interrupting her rambling explanation. She pulled the pot of soup from the stove and shut off the grill, heading inside to lift her son from his crib.

"Cute kid," said the detective. Ash wriggled from his mother's anxious grasp and Conrad reached out to steady him. "Is the second one Malcolm Landgraab's, too?"

"No, thank the Watcher. I'm a surrogate for my best friends, and I guess I've been a bit hormonal. I was frustrated, but I didn't do it to steal a bunch of data and I don't plan to do it again. I just wanted to get back at my ex. It was stupid."

Heavily pregnant with a child for friends who couldn’t expand their family without her help, Conrad could sympathize with Heather's motives. Everyone in Simlandia knew the Landgraabs only cared about enriching themselves, but Heather was a single mom who saved the lives of helpless animals.

His dog took a liking to her instantly. Gord always knew a bad egg when he saw one, and Conrad could usually trust his canine's instincts better than his own.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to get arrested? Should I call my parents to come get my son?"

The handsome young detective didn’t have the heart to bring her in. "I didn't record your confession because you said you've felt emotional lately. I don't like to take a confession under duress, so I guess the investigation has to continue. If the Landgraabs insist on pressing charges, you'll probably hear from me again. For now, I should head back, file a report, and let you get back to your son."

He didn't have a plan, but rather than stop by the station when he returned to the city, Conrad turned onto the overpass over the bridge and parked his cruiser Uptown... ->

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WCIF Conrad Gordon? I used this sim by lemariiia from the Sims 4 Gallery, and changed his hair and beard to be a little less old fashioned. I changed his last name because I felt like it (it was Sampson IIRC), but otherwise everything else is the same. The dog I gave him myself because I love this breed.

Also we totally don't have to play coy and act like that's not the sim in my userpic! 😂 After I called time on the Everett/Heather flirtation because I fell too hard for Spencer and didn't want to do that to her anymore, I needed to pivot because there's still no gen 3 heir! I also need to make Heather do programming things to keep the Techie lifestyle (even though she decided years ago she doesn't even like the skill), so I planned the hack and the investigation, searched the gallery for five 'detective' sims, and then my friend Kenzie picked Conrad based on looks and traits.

Spoiler alert but I hope you guys love him because Kenzie picked so well!

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simmiemar · 22 days ago

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Lucy has finally started her new life! She moved to a house that has a fishing spot right next to her. She tries to fish and practice yoga every morning. Soon she will start her new job and hopefully she'll get to met new people and make friends! So far I am having so much fun with her. I'm playing this legacy in the Beyond the Bloom save file, and the worlds and builds are stunning. I'm excited to start meeting the townies also.

Her lookbook is in the works, like I said before she has a lot of outfits and getting all of her CC is taking me a while! 😫 Also I haven't had the chance to thank everyone for being so nice and welcoming!! I see your lovely comments, and will try and reply soon. Thank youuu 🥹❤️

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #my sims #simblr #sims 4 legacy #sims #beyond the bloom #ts4 legacy #the sims #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #sims community

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its-in-the-water · 29 days ago

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Found this in my files and might as well drop it here. A little Strifentine drabble based on some Vincent soundbites from ever crisis that sounded like half of a conversation lmao. Anyway, have the first few paragraphs of Cloud visiting the most intimidating courtesan in the brothel for his first time, in some kind of vaguely gothic and/or steampunk au.

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Tifa and Aerith drag Cloud to the Honeybee Inn. He just turned 21, he's spent his adult life slaving for Shinra Steamworks, and he needs some action. They've pooled their resources to give him one night with one of the Inn's lesser known workers.

Cloud, wary but curious, is led by Andrea up to a rather ominous black door. When it opens, he's confronted by a lavish room of brass and red velvet, candles flickering and wine waiting, and a man in a red shirt, black vest, and black trousers. A clawed golden gauntlet encases one arm and his eyes reflect the fire light–or do they burn with their own flames? It's difficult to tell behind his long hair and under his red bandana. He sits in a deep scarlet and ebony wingback chair, already toying with a tall glass of wine, his legs gracefully crossed.

“Is this also my punishment?” the man asks quietly.

Cloud blinks in confusion. Punishment?!

“Vincent,” Andrea sighs, “we've talked about this. Save the drama for between the sheets or you will scare your clients away. Look at this blooming flower of virility.” He shoves Cloud into the room, making him stagger and nearly trip on a lush rug. “The only punishment is that I cannot have him for myself.”

“What?” Cloud blurts, catching his balance and whirling around to see Andrea vanish and the door closing.

Something touches his arm and he spins again, this time stumbling back when he discovers the man--Vincent–directly behind him, looming with an unexpected height. “Uh, look,” he stutters nervously, pressing his shoulders against the door. This close he can see the almost supernatural beauty of him, his smooth skin and the strong, elegant features of his face, the length of his throat, the fullness of his lips; it clogs his throat and steals his voice. “Look, we don't–I mean, if you think this is punishing you, then I don't want…”

He trails off, swallowing convulsively, when Vincent takes him by the hand, brings his wrist to his face, and sniffs deeply, his smouldering eyes becoming heavy-lidded. He hums, smirks, and asks, “Well… shall we do it?”

“Th-that's a really mixed message.” Cloud ignores the way his pulse is making his wrist throb, as though his blood is hammering to get out of the vein and closer to this man.

Vincent’s smirk softens with a chuckle. He presses a kiss to Cloud’s pulse and tugs him toward the huge wingback chair. Beyond it, there's another door, curtained and hinting at darkness and pleasure. “Are you coming?” he asks when Cloud somehow manages to resist, arching a black brow.

Heat rushes to Cloud’s face as he admits, “I've never, ah, done this before.” He wants to come, he wants to do whatever this man tells him to do, but he's frozen in place.

The amusement vanishes from Vincent’s expression and his eyes seem to burn hotter. “Hm… Interesting,” he murmurs. “No wonder you smell so good.” He glances away, giving Cloud the chance to gulp for air, before pinning him with another bright glare. “Then it is a punishment, because I'm going to have to let you go in the morning.”

If this is some kind of strange wordplay to make Cloud hot and needy, it's working exceedingly well. His legs are so weak that if he hadn't been leaning against the door, he probably would have fallen.

Vincent raises his clawed fingertips and caresses Cloud’s cheek. “Well, I'll certainly give you a first time to remember…”

#ff7 #strifentine #vincent x cloud #cloud strife #vincent valentine #fanfiction #writing

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aneleya · 10 months ago

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beyond bloom save file ♡ | all worlds done, new townies, stories, lots & more | updates & changes

first, i want to extend a huge thank you to all the talented sims builders who allowed me to use their already built lots. thanks to their contributions, i was able to rebuild every single world, including the vacation worlds and the latest addition, ciudad enamorada, from the lovestruck expansion pack. this world is probably the biggest update in this version of the save file. ♡

all the builders are listed in description box of the video!

about the save file:

♡ this save file is not pack restricted, there are many packs used in the creation of this save file, so keep that in mind!

♡ i created so many new stories for the new but also old townies/families & i gave them new careers, skills & such.

♡ there are also new holidays which you can enjoy and celebrate with your sims, but also new clubs where your sims can gather and hang out!

changes & updates:

♡ holidays & club are remade, so no mods are needed to play with this save file.

♡ completely new neighbourhood in willow creek.

♡ new families, stories & relationships.

♡ new lots all over the worlds, ready for you to explore.

♡ completely redone ciudad enamorada - new families & townies, existing townies stories changed, new lots & more.

strangerville mystery solved

♡ this save file is based on the 2.0 version, where the strangerville mystery is solved, and the town is back to normal. i thought this was the best approach, but if you want to redo the whole strangerville story, you can always awaken the mother plant.

video overview & download link

video | download

#sims #sims 4 #the sims community #simblr #sims 4 screenshots #the sims 4 #sims 4 build #sims 4 save file #sims 4 save #save file #save sims 2024 #sims 4 save file 2024

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skysbl0g · 5 months ago

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new house, new season!

welcome to fall, everybody! as the weather gets colder, so may some of our loveable characters attitudes..

well well well.. lets start this off good you guys!!! im soooo excited for their new house and the new save file!!!

our family will be getting a little ‘revamp’ to their looks and outfits for this, i like to think of it as a budget revamp for the new season, lolz ^-^

well, except for sienna but shes a baby so that doesnt count LMAO buttt yeah!! this’ll prob be a lot of filler up until birthday time for our sims. ^-^

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axiasart · 9 months ago

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Blender, Fusion, and the Background Headache

The original artwork without background here: Link

Have you ever had one of those moments where a project that should be straightforward turns into a total nightmare? That was me trying to add a background to my 3D illustration. I swear, it felt like I spent a decade just trying to figure out how to make it work, and all because I didn’t plan ahead for a background. I thought, “No big deal, I'll just slap some walls behind it.” Big mistake. I wasted what felt like half my life trying to add those walls, only for the camera clipping to mess everything up. After countless tweaks and frustration, I finally threw my hands up and said, “Screw it, I’ll export the damn thing with transparency and deal with the background in compositing.” And so began my Blender-to-Fusion saga...

That was only the beginning of the chaos.

For reasons I still don’t fully understand, I couldn’t figure out how to render with transparency in Malt. On top of that, some crucial passes—like shadows, ambient occlusion, and bloom—are only available in Eevee. Then came the Cycle render times (painfully long) and the headache of exporting the noise, color, and focus textures I’d procedurally created in Blender. To make matters worse, Blender’s compositor seemed incapable of handling masks, or maybe I just didn’t know how to do it properly. Either way, it felt like the universe was against me.

Here’s how the madness unfolded:

First, I rendered everything in Malt without transparency and saved the EXR file. Simple, right? Ha! Not for long.

Next, I rendered in Eevee to export the various passes I needed, one by one, since the File Output node straight-up refused to work. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I had to do it all twice because, for reasons beyond my comprehension, the files got emptied on the first attempt. Yes, really.

At one point, I thought I was a genius for coming up with the idea to use HDRIs for the background. Even lucked out by finding the perfect HDRI—a kitchen scene with sunlight streaming through the windows, just like I envisioned. It seemed like a brilliant solution, the only grace this adventure allowed me… until transparency came back to bite me. Again. 😡 So I ended up exporting the environment pass in Eevee instead.

Then, I jumped into DaVinci Resolve Fusion, armed with the beauty render from Malt, ready to tackle the next steps.

Step one was making the environment pass blend nicely with the scene. I had to use the 3D Keyer effect to remove the black parts and get the transparency I wanted. I also threw in some Gaussian blur to fake depth of field—first small victory!

Step two involved adding all the other passes. But of course, this was when I discovered the files had been mysteriously emptied, so back to re-rendering I went. Once I had everything in place, a bunch of Merge nodes did the trick.

Step three was adding the Cycles light render. It wasn’t as bad as I feared, though I did shed a few tears and blood during the process—but hey, I managed.

Now for the worst part: the textures. I tried everything, wasted an hour on it, until I finally resorted to using Blender’s compositor to render the textures as PNGs. Dumb, but it worked. Except the textures alone weren’t enough, because I had applied some color ramp operations on them in Blender. 😭 Spent another half-hour trying to figure out why there was no transparency, only to realize that one of the colors in the ramp was black instead of transparent. 🤦‍♂️ Fixed that, though I kept the black for the focus part since that didn’t need transparency.

Step four was bringing all of that into Fusion. It wasn’t difficult, but man, was it tedious.

By stage five, 90% of my Blender render was successfully rebuilt in Fusion. The last 10%? Light rays and lens distortion. Given the nightmare I’d already been through, I was expecting a catastrophe, but no. Those were the easiest part—one node each, and done! I legit cried tears of joy at that point.

So, after all the headaches, frustration, and a few mental breakdowns, I finally finished. And yeah, it looks amazing. I learned a ton throughout the process, but I’m still salty about the trauma Blender and Fusion put me through.

#artists on tumblr #digital illustration #3d #3d art #3d artwork #storytime #story #creative process

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