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criibibi · 1 month ago

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Synopsis: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.

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Chapter 1 - Home Sick

Okay, let’s start this from the top. Once upon a time and all that shit.

You had somehow, some way, ended up stranded in another universe when you were going toe-to-toe with the Spot that (unfortunately) Mile’s apparently created (unintentionally). Got it? Good.

Now the question is how you got stranded in another universe while fighting the Spot is another shebang that you do not know, and frankly, not your top priority as of right now.

Your mission is finding a way to power your web-watch (no offense but the gizmo name sucks), and either use it to find Miguel, the spider-society, or your very own earth. You honestly weren’t choosy on which option you land, as long as you safely made it out alive and unscathed.

Speaking of unscathed, which in fact you are not, you quietly swung across many buildings, in the shadows, making sure you were hard to spot. Your dark spider suit being perfect for night patrol is a blessing for the camouflage it provides you in this god forsaken gloomy city.

Now, to get back on track, it took you an embarrassing amount of time to process that you have basically been thrown into a world where in your universe is all but fiction.

Have you kept up with the comics?

No, of course not. After Aunt May’s passing, you honestly gave up everything and just solely dedicated yourself into fighting crime. Well, you know some things, since Peter was also a mega comic nerd.

He would go on for hours and hours and hours about Batman and his kids (adopted and biological) and whatnot. You didn’t mind, since spending time with a talkative Peter was better than being in your own headspace. If you recall the latest one to come under Batman’s wing was someone named Duke? Well, that’s as far as you remember.

Regardless, now you're looting someone’s clothing wire. Picking out a thick gray turtleneck and black leggings (thank god) you don them over your suit, making sure nothing was visible. Now the issue is your footwear. Maybe you can get away with it?

Taking off the mask you were able to stuff it inside your bra (extra pocket, am I right?) while your gloves were hidden among your sleeves. Making sure nothing was out of place you pulled out the wallets of the two petty criminals, counting the money.

“Four-fifty, not bad.” Though you don’t condone your actions, you are in a precarious situation at the moment. Oh well. Tossing one of the wallets away (making sure not to touch it with your fingers), you also placed it inside your bra for safe keeping.

Maybe this would be enough for a motel? How expensive- or cheap are those in Gotham? With how often crimes occur, it shouldn’t be that expensive, right? Regardless, first things first, find a place to eat, find out the date and then a place to stay. Shouldn't be too hard.

Quietly climbing down the side of a complex building, you made sure the coast was clear before heading out. The lack of a jacket made you feel very vulnerable and exposed. Head down and hands to your sides, the cool breeze of the city causes shivers down your spine. “This fucking sucks.” you mumbled, making sure to avoid gothamites as much as possible.

No time to gawk at your environment when you’re so out of place. You honestly just kept walking around, hearing police sirens and the occasional cop car driving by while you try to not lose your goddamn mind.

Walking around, using back streets and alleys you shiver as the cold nips at your face. It’s not that you’re sensitive to cold, it’s just that you can’t afford to get sick here. In a world where you don’t exist.

“Wait a minute…” thinking back on something, it’s true that you don’t exist here. But that doesn’t mean that a you- doesn’t exist. Maybe somehow there is a version of you or spider-woman here. A far reach but hey, just hours ago, this was all fictional to you. But something worth looking into.

With a heavy sigh you walk inside an alley, looking up to gauge the time to see- oh, what’s that? Another clothing line! And guess what? It has more clothes to loot! Score! Don’t mind if I do! Finders keepers baby!

And you thought your spider luck was ass.

Discreetly looking around to see for any cameras that can potentially identify you only to come out flat. Perfect. Using the fire escape you parkour to snag a black oversized zip up sweater.

This would be perfect in covering you even further (and now you have pockets for your mask) and making your figure harder to identify. Now you can start acting like a true gothamite.

With a pep in your step, you exit the alleyway.

Spotting a diner up ahead, settling yourself inside you order your drink of choice and a bagel just to have something to entertain yourself while you calm your nerves.

Sitting down next to a window, taking slow sips and bites from your meal you subtly look around (making a point of subtly ignoring the gaze of the cashier). It seems to be late afternoon, heading to night. Not good, not good at all.

Besides finding a place to stay, you glance at your wrist, the web watch looking pretty obvious and suspicious out there in the open on your wrist. But, without it, you could perish in this foreign world. Should you pull a Hobie Brown and create a new watch from scratch? No, you don’t have the time, tools, or luxury. Thank god for the hoodie covering it up.

Right now, staying on task is essential. A job, maybe? With what credentials? Hell, you don’t even have an ID. Maybe a fake one? Who would do such a thing for a reasonable price and isn’t a criminal? Another note, you need supplies, enough to build web shooters and the cartridge. Unlike other spiders, you had the ability to shoot webs from your wrist, gross. But (with Peter’s intellect) you ended up also creating webs on your own in case yours fails. And it has- a lot both in comical and crucial times. Peter wouldn’t let you live anything down (god you miss him).

And being in a new world and everything going on, the last thing you need is a web block because of the high anxiety and stress this place is already giving you. You’d rather be safe than sorry. Now, how to get supplies? Stealing them seems easier than working for it. You just don’t have the time. How were you going to steal them, and from where? Who the fuck knows. Probably from a college science room or something.

In order to do even that, you need to find out the layout and what not of this place. So maybe the best place to start is the library? Doesn’t someone from Batman’s little possie work at the library? Can you risk that? Probably.

Fuck, this was going to be harder than it looks. No phone, basically no money (not counting the one you stole from criminals), no ID (or insurance), no place to stay, no allies, ya got nothing. Zip, zero, nada.

You feel so lost and alone, so vulnerable. And the thoughts in your head are slowly getting louder and louder. Eating away at your insecurities and feelings. God, you’re starting to get homesick. Will you make it back? Will you find a way back home? Is anyone even looking for you?

Last thing you recall was fighting the Spot with Miles, Hobie, Gwen and Pavitr. You remember hopping onto Spot’s back while he was absorbing but then he poof and you along with him. Everything went black for you and then you landed here in this city (ungracefully might I add).

You just want to go home…even if it’s lonely without Uncle Ben, Aunt May and Peter Parker.

You really have nothing, rock bottom, baby. But then again, the only place to go is up, right?

Sighing you finished your drink and bagel before leaving the diner, making sure to look at the clock above the exit, and aimlessly walking around. Would they let you in one of those shelters? Are those even a thing? Probably, maybe.

Couldn’t hurt to try. Buuuuut, then again, you need the privacy, so maybe the shelter was a no go. Okay, perfect, back to square fucking zero. A cheap and possibly dangerous motel it is!

Hopefully your spider luck doesn’t fuck you over. You’re honestly thankful for not coming across any batsonas and whatnot. And you were able to get clothes so you say you’re two for two.

After looking around for some time, emphasis on some, you managed to find a motel and get yourself settled. No ID required, just cash, and you internally sobbed at the remaining funds you had left. You really will need a job or a sustainable income.

“Are underground rings still a thing? Is it a thing here?” You mumbled, discarding your stolen clothes before fiddling with your watch until its screen flashes before abruptly turning dark again. “Well now, how fucked am I?” A deep sigh resonated in the empty room. Hopefully while it turned on, Miguel would somehow by some god given miracle (or your spider luck but don’t bank on it) that he received at least a signal, no matter how microscopic it is.

You had to get home. At all costs. This place isn’t your home. It’s not like you should play by the rules. But, Ben, May, and Peter would be so disappointed in you if you break laws just to return to your home universe. And if you’re being truthful, it wouldn’t sit right with you either…

But Miles needs you.

If this world doesn’t have a- you in it, then you aren’t needed here. So you shouldn’t waste time twiddling your thumbs. Maybe you really do need to break into a computer lab to see what’s up with your watch or scavenge for parts. Hobie built it with parts from Miguel’s earth. Meaning, you can too, with whatever scraps you can find.

You’ll prioritize your watch first, then this city. It’s unfortunate, but you really have to get back home, and you can’t let your feelings get in the way and distract you.

Maybe you should call it a night? Figure things out in the morning? A yawn takes over your thoughts. “Yea, sleep sounds really good right now.”

These problems are for tomorrow’s you. For now, you’ll catch some Zzz’s and flesh out a detailed plan on how to get back home.

You’re banking on hacking a computer at the library despite the risks. Shooting a web at the door to prevent any possible and/or unwanted inconveniences because let’s be honest, trust no one but yourself, especially in this bat(ha)shit crazy world, better to be safe than sorry. You need your sanity to fix or at least charge your watch in order to get back home.

“Ben, May, Peter- give me strength.” and into dreamland you go.

“Hey B, come look at this.” A female voice spoke out, catching the attention of the adult in the cave. “I got something to show you. I got a trace of a disruption- but it happened quickly and only once.”

“Where.” A gruff and stern voice asked.

“Around the East End.”

“I’ll let Selina know.”

“Should I get someone to look into it?”

“No, I’ll do it myself.”

With that, silence once again enveloped the Bat cave as Batman stepped out.

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I'll be honest, I have no outline of where I want this story to go, this is just brainrot hour for me. Less go. A very high chance this will soon turn into somewhat of "yandere" but it's mostly just them being "possessive" honestly. Slooow burn. This was the last thing i had typed up, and I have no clue where I will drive this story, oops.

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thefanficcup · 2 years ago

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DC/DP Constantine Bingo

When Danny gets crowned High King he gets loaded with mountains of paperwork all because of one John Constantine. So instead of dealing with it he turns Constantine's sold soul pieces into a currency for favors from the King. (Claming John's soul for himself to end all debates)

Then because Constantine will likely continue to sell his soul carelessly Danny makes an official decree that anyone who wants can create a 5 by 5 grid of beings/situations/etc. John will se his soul to and send it to Clockwork to officially enter the bingo, creating a realms wide bingo with prices. Along with this comes a ruling that of John comes to you and wish to sell his soul in return for a favor that you can do, you must accept, preventing people from cheating.

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This of course makes John very paranoid. It suddenly got very easy to trade his soul and many beings even seemed eager to do it. Despite them knowing it would not give them the ownership of his soul.

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What happens when Danny receives an update on the bingo, in the form of a green postit-note, in the middle of a dinner at Wayne manor.

It could either be a meet your partners family dinner or a adopted danny dinner.

Anyway now he either has to come clean about being a ghost, the ghost king, or make up a story about befriending ghosts and getting invited to the bingo that way.

Bonus points if Danny name dropps Constantine without knowing that the Wayne's are the bats and that John had shared his paranoia with his coworkers.

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I am not a writer but if you like this and want to write it your self, be my guest, just tag me so I can read it👻👻

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munson-blurbs · 1 year ago

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Inspired by this TikTok. Thank you to @lesservillain for the idea and to @emsgoodthinkin for brainstorming with me!

Summary: Eddie jumpscares you one too many times, and so you decide to freak him out at work. But who will be more shocked: him, or you?

Warnings: fem!reader, friends-to-lovers, idiots in love, brief description of (fake) gore, joke about throwing up (doesn't actually happen), kissing as a joke (please only kiss w/ consent irl)

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It was just a joke.

A joke that had started when Eddie had barged into your house—the man wouldn’t knock if his life depended on it—and proudly announced, “I got the job!”

The job in question was a haunted house performer at Hawkins’ annual Fall Festival. You’d both been going since you were kids, and his favorite part had always been the haunted house.

He’d gotten word about his new job in early September. By mid-October, you’re fully sick and tired of his antics.

“Boo!” he’d yelled as he jumped out from behind the Wheeler’s couch, making you leap out of your seat.

“Raaahhh!” he’d growled in your ear while you were in the midst of a conversation with Robin, and once your heartbeat returned to normal, you flipped him off.

His enthusiastic “Gotcha!” during your history quiz was the final straw. You’d yelped, actually shrieked in the middle of class, clapping a hand over your mouth as Mrs. Click glared at you.

“I’m gonna get you back for that,” you’d hissed once you’d turned in your exam, growing more irritated when he’d just shook his head.

“You can’t scare me,” he retorted with a smirk, leaning up against a locker. “You’ve never been able to freak me out, and you never will. Don’t even try, little girl.”

Challenge accepted.

You spend the rest of the week wracking your brain for ideas. What is Eddie Munson afraid of? What will shock him?

The obvious answer is hiding a prized possession and making him think it was stolen or lost. You grin to yourself as you picture him frantically searching for Sweetheart; maybe you could leave a ransom note of sorts.

But that plan has too many moving pieces, so you scrap it. You’re about to give up entirely when Robin inadvertently gives you an idea.

“You guys coming to Steve’s party tomorrow?” she asks in between bites of her turkey sandwich.

“I’m down,” you eagerly agree, itching to have a night out with friends.

When Robin turns to Eddie, he shakes his head. “Gotta work,” he reminds her, wiggling his fingers to emphasize the spooky nature of his job.

Robin rolls her eyes. “Fine, okay. Stop by after. I promise we won’t make you play spin the bottle again.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, cheeks redden, and he gets up from the lunch table without another word.

Bingo.

The plan is set: on Friday, before Steve’s party, you’ll pay Eddie a visit at the Fall Festival. It’ll be a visit he’ll never forget, you’re sure of that.

Robin stands with you outside the haunted house, picking at a funnel cake with powdered sugar-coated fingers. “I’ll wait out here,” she promises, “but when you’re done, I wanna hear everything. Especially the look on his face.”

“You got it.” You shoot her a thumb’s up as you jog up to the bored-looking attendant taking tickets.

You’re in.

The first room just sets the tone. Eerie organ music pulses through an ancient sound system, and a fog machine creates a steam that prevents you from seeing the floor. Cobwebs hang in the corners of the ceiling, though you’re suspicious that they’re not intentional decorations.

Eddie’s not in the next room, either; just a woman wearing a blood-spattered wedding dress, wielding a knife and clutching a plastic severed head. She’s screaming something about, “teaching him not to cheat with a bridesmaid,” and looks vaguely annoyed that you’re not quaking with terror.

You go through three more rooms, getting increasingly irritating with the lack of Eddie in each one. He’s working tonight, so he has to be here—

Loud, stomping footsteps follow you into the dungeon-themed section of the house, and your heart skips a beat as you lay eyes on him. A distorted mask covers his face, but his unruly curls give him away despite the mad scientist costume he’s donning. He holds up a knife and creeps closer, a low growl emanating from his throat. You run until you no longer can, and he easily traps you, the cold metal gate pressing into your back.

If you’re going to do it, now’s your chance.

In one swift motion, you turn him so he’s backed up into the gate. A soft, confused “wha—?” leaves his lips as you lift his mask and lean in before you lose your nerve. Your lips press against his; hands on his cheeks as he accepts the way you melt into him.

Why isn’t he pulling away? Why isn’t he laughing and appreciating your prank? Why does it seem like he wants this…like he’s BEEN wanting this?

Fuck. Fuck.

This isn’t what you were expecting. He’s kissing you back, surprised but hungry, and you’re the one who ends up breaking away.

Before he can begin to question what’s happening, you dash out of the room. No. No, no, no. Your head spins as you attempt to process the emotions pulsing through your veins.

It was supposed to be a way of getting him back for his unwavering desire to scare you. Show him what it’s like to be the one on the other side of the joke. Because that’s all it was; a joke.

So why do you want to kiss him again?

Fresh air hits you like a slap in the face, and once you find Robin, you cling to her like a lifeline.

“We have to go,” you mumble, dragging her to the exit and refusing to make eye contact.

“Whoa, what happened?” When you refuse to answer, she sighs but doesn’t relent. “C’mon, did he, like, throw up or something?”

You shake your head. “I think he liked it.”

“Of course he did,” she says with a laugh, “the guy’s in love with you.” She nudges your hip with her own. “Toldja he would lose his shit.”

Your mouth goes dry. “Robs…when I said that I wanted him to ‘freak out,’ what did you think I meant?”

Robin crinkles her nose. “Um, that the Dingus-ette—that’s you—and her doting Dingus were finally going to admit that they have big, stupid crushes on each other?” Her expression falters when you stop in your tracks. “What did you mean?”

“I wanted,” you start, swallowing hard like a gob of peanut butter is stuck to the roof of your mouth, “I wanted to get him back for scaring me. I wanted to freak him out.”

“Mission accomplished.”

She’s no longer looking at you when she speaks, and you follow her gaze to where Eddie’s shuffling over to you. You want to beg her to stay, but she just squeezes your hand in a silent good luck.

“Hi.” Eddie’s voice is uncharacteristically quiet. “Can we talk?”

You can only nod in response. His mask is atop his mess of curls, and you can see the longing in his eyes. How have you never noticed it before? How did you not notice the need within yourself?

“Actually, I’m lying. I don’t want to talk.” With that, his arms pull you into him, torsos pressed together, and he’s kissing you. It’s like a missing link in a chain you hadn’t realized was broken, and you allow your hands to drape over his shoulders. You can feel him trembling slightly as he deepens the kiss.

“You okay?” you murmur against his lips.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he answers, ducking his head behind his curtain of hair. “Guess ‘m just a little freaked out that this is really happening.”

A smile twitches at the corners of your mouth, and you lace your fingers with his.

“Good.”

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rwrbsource · 4 months ago

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@rwrbsource and @rwrbmovie are excited to announce the RWRB Appreciation Month event, a month-long celebration in honour of the film’s one year anniversary next month 🎂

HOW DOES IT WORK?

A bingo can be achieved by fulfilling prompts horizontally, vertically, diagonally, or by simply selecting any 4 prompts of your choosing

Feel free to use as many prompts as you like, you’re not restricted to only 4

Tag your post with #rwrbmonth so we can find and reblog your creations

Caption your posts with @rwrbsource & @rwrbmovie’s rwrb appreciation month bingo: Prompt Title

You have from August 1-31 to share your creations

This event is open to any form of fan creations: art, edits, fanfics, gifs, crafts, playlists, videos - be as creative as you wish!

Interpret the prompts as strict or loose as you like, have fun with them!

BINGO BOARD + PROMPTS

If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out to either of us. We’re looking forward to celebrating our little movie with you all and seeing all the amazing content you’ll create! ❤️🤍💙

#rwrbmonth #rwrb #rwrb movie #red white and royal blue #re: psa #events

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ao3tagbingo · 2 months ago

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Event Status: Cards out! Sign-Ups Still Open!

Did you want another event to add to your end-of-the-year roster? Well, look no further than the AO3 Favorite Tag Bingo! There are never too many Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies or Domestic Fluff pieces created or celebrated, so why not use this event as an excuse to do just that!

This is a no-pressure event designed to round up your favorite non-fandom-specific AO3 canon tags and challenge you to create or celebrate something using them. It’s just an added bonus that you get fun PDF badges when you complete certain milestones along the way!

Please see below and check out the links for more in-depth information!

*This is a multi-media creator event that is in no way connected to The Archive or the OTW

General Event Info

This is a multi-fandom, multi-media event. All kinds of fandoms and fanwork are allowed. The only thing that matters is you use the tags on your card!

Each card consists of 8 different tags (and 1 free square).

Only 1 square can be used per 1 creation/comment.

During sign-ups, you will select all prompts you'd like to possibly see on your bingo card(s) with a minimum of 30 tag selections required (that is approximately 10% of the submitted tags)

More Info! on minimums and what counts toward submissions.

Schedule

The event will run for 3 months and can be joined from October 1st to December 14th 23:59.

September 1st: Tag Nominations Open!

September 14th: Tag Noms close!

September 15th: Sign-Ups Open!

October 1st: Cards begin to go out!

December 14th: Sign-Ups Close!

January 1st: Last day to get your badges! [The collection will remain open indefinitely for those still wanting to work on their cards but aren’t bothered with getting badges]

Nominations Here!

Sign-up Form: Open

Collection

If you have any questions or concerns regarding this exchange, please feel free to send an Ask, a DM, an Email, or check out the FAQ!

This exchange is hosted by:

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Bucky (WinterLadyy | @spacewinter)

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dystopianam · 5 months ago

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[DOWNLOAD] COLORED CEILING LIGHTS (16 COLORS - 5 DIFFERENT INTENSITIES + INVISIBLE RECOLORS) - UPDATED 07/02/2024

Finally here are the colored lights! I've always loved NL neons, but I've always hated that they were huge and impossible to put in residential lots unless you want to make your home look like a fantasy, alien or futuristic house.

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I specify that those who use lighting mod see the intensities from 4 to 5 very bright (like me in the video), but those who do not use lighting mod see the intensities from 4 to 5 as in the video the intensities from 1 to 3 are shown! Intensities 4 to 5 are for those who don't have lighting mods!

EXPLANATIONS AND CREDITS

(Skip it if you want, but it's full of credit for other persons)

For years I looked for invisible recolors of NL neons, or someone who had changed the mesh of these, but I never found anything.

I remember that, perhaps, I had once found an invisible recolor of the round neon lights that you can place on the wall, but honestly that recolor never worked for me ;_:

So I gave up, I lost hope of having some comfortable neon lights that I could put in my house and I went on with my life, until...one day I don't remember what I was doing in game, I took a cc lamp I had and saw that it had a beautiful colored light. I told @jacky93sims "this light is beautiful, but the mesh is huge and impossible to use".

At first, since I just wanted to do something personal, I wanted to change the mesh of that cc, but I had difficulty because I didn't know how to do one thing yet (which I now know how to do). So Jacky said to me "but instead of changing the mesh why don't you take a lamp from the game you like and change the light using the light from this cc?" and she proceeds to send me a tutorial on how to do it. She then added "it's a Nightlife light, it's called [name of light]".

And that's where it all started.

I looked for that lamp in the game, I found it, and it was this one that I asked you about a few days ago.

However, there was a little mystery surrounding it: this neon does not emit light, but both Jacky and I saw blue light. Just me and her. Nobody else.

It was strange. Right now my suspicion is that we probably have a different light from everyone else because we use two lighting mods which, although different, use the same settings for that particular light.

But...Jacky doesn't have NL, yet she saw the RGB color of that NL light, how was that possible? Snooping around a bit in the file, we then discovered that the RGB value was set to emit that particular color. Jacky then understood how to make the RGB codes work on simPe, she explained it to me and out of curiosity I started trying other colors: BINGO! The light could become any color I wanted! And what's even more beautiful? Even Jacky, without having NL could do it! It therefore meant that we could create neons without needing NL and above all... without editing game files.

I was so happy. So to test that light would work for everyone, I sent the light to @simstraffikcone @ash1c , but... it was a fail. It didn't work for them. Right now I thought it was because Traffikcone not have a lighting mod, while Ash has the Maxis Match Lighting mod, which I remember not having that specific NL light with the blue light as Jacky and I see it.

I was confused. I could edit a lot of non-RGB lights and make the colors work on many of them, but no one but me saw those colors when I sent the files. Then Jacky suggested to try using the source of these RGB spotlights... and finally, with this the others were able to see all the colors too!

I hope that the creator of these spotlights doesn't mind that I used the same source, their post is from 18 years ago, the last time they was online was 2021 and they doesn't have a TOU. From the name of the light it seems like a custom light, but not having a custom installation I can't say. This creator is a pro when it comes to editing game lights, I saw them talk about it on some posts on MTS!

In the end, It doesn't matter what kind of light it was, I just needed the RGB values to work.

PROS AND CONS

But at this point you're thinking, looking at they profile on MTS "but sorry, this creator also made RGB ceiling lights, so what are yours for?" and here... comes the part where I explain why my lights exist (don't fall asleep, I'm almost done, I swear)

Its ceiling lights have two requirements that I tried to bypass: you need NL to make them work and to do extra steps, editing game files. Some people are uncomfortable doing these things, others don't have all the expansions!

My lights don't need NL to work and you don't have to do any extra steps, you don't have to edit any of the game files, you just put them in the download folder and play with them.

And why this? Because I don't use the source of their ceiling lights, but that of their spotlights!

But here too you may be wondering...why not use spotlights then? Well...it is a question that includes many factors:

- The spotlights are very nice to use in the garden, but what if you want to use those colored lights indoors? Wouldn't it be strange to have garden lights around the house INSIDE the rooms? I think sims can bypass them, but it's not very aesthetic! With my ceiling lamp not only you not take up space in the house and you can't see it, if you don't want to see it at all you also have the option of making it invisible!

- True, you can mess around with colors to get colors other than red, blue and green, but my lights come with 16 ready colors! So you don't have to bombard an area full of spotlights to form a color! (Mine can mix too btw)

- The spotlights can illuminate a maximum of one or two objects that they point to, this means that to illuminate multiple objects you should use lots of spotlights. My lights on the other hand illuminate practically every object in the room!

- The ONLY con my lights have is that following the light settings of the RGB spotlights, my lights illuminate all objects and sims, but not the walls and floors. This means that you won't always get nice effects, you have to experiment a little. Sometimes rooms that are too empty will have bad effects, it is better to use them on rooms full of objects that reflect light. I tried to solve this problem, but unfortunately I haven't succeeded yet. And this is the same reason why I'm only doing the ceiling version.

I want to point out, however, that I am not discrediting their lights. Indeed, without their work today I couldn't even create these lights! So BIG THANKS to their works! I invite you to also download their (absolutely compatible with mine) They are NOT necessary to make mine work, but if you want to use their too, you can!

Another of the advantages that these lights have is that they work both for those who do not have lighting mods and for those who have them. (Obviously those who have lighting mods have better light and shadow effects, but I can't do nothing about this).

The solution was to create different intensities. People who have lighting mods see lights that basically have low intensity with high intensities. People without a lighting mod see lights with low intensity...well, with very low intensity.

For this reason I made sure that each set of lights has unique guids and that they can all work together. You can put all 5 sets in your download folder, figure out which lights you see best, and delete the ones you don't see well.

I can already tell you that people who don't use lighting mods can use intensities 3 to 5, while those who use lighting mods can use intensities 1 to 3!

So to summarize, the pro of this light are:

Base Game compatible. (You don't need NL!)

Work with and without lighting mods.

5 different intensity which you can choose.

16 ready colors to use.

Invisible recolors for all the 5 sets of intensity.

Ready collection files for all the 5 sets (residential and community lots)

You don't need to edit game files. Installation is simple. Put everything in the download folder and it works. (Everything except the collections you have to put them in the collection(s) folder)

By enabling moveobjects you can put them ANYWHERE, they work both inside and outside the house, and you can use invisible recolors to hide them.

Because they use the light from the RGB spotlights, you can mix colors and sometimes you can create some really cool gradient effects!

They work better with the light off, but even with the light on it has a nice effect because the colors that reflect on the furniture can still be seen.

And the downside...precisely, is only that the walls and the floor don't light up, but I'll see if I can resolve this in the future.

Stop! I'm done torturing you with my chatter! In the download you will find a .rar with all 5 sets + a folder with two collections for every set! (One for community lots and one for residential lots)

Thanks to jgwhiteus for the source of the light, Jacky for explaining how to use the RGB codes on simPE and Ash and Traffikcone for testing the lights for me!

DOWNLOAD (SFS)

(Recommended but not necessary, this rug fix. Game rugs are buggy and don't reflect well the light and the shadows.)

UPDATED (07/02/2024)

They were already clean, I just compressed everything (I had forgotten) and added some merged files (a merged file for each intensity + an all in one with all the intensities divided into 3 merged packages)

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aparttimewriter · 4 days ago

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THE SONGBIRD: part two

chirsmd x musician reader !

summary: chris is trying to move on from his breakup, little did he know he would find a connection with one of his roommates friends

social media au ✨

yourusername

liked by masonmount, chrismd10, taliamar and 436,789 others

tagged: chrismd10

yourusername: currently in my youtube era, check out my terrible football skills on the chrismd channel ( whenever the video comes out )

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masonmount: green flag

—yourusername: might change your mind after seeing the video

user: chrismd and y/n this collab was not on my 2024 bingo card

user: not mount in the comments trying to rizz up our girl 😂

chrismd10: you will be getting an invoiced for my broken camera

—yourusername: i warned you about my aim!

user: i need to know chris’s secret how is this man hanging out with y/n

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yourusername

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tagged: taliamar, georgeclarkeey, arthurtv, arthurnfhill, chrismd10

yourusername: life’s been pretty good lately xx

taliamar: someone please date this girl !! just look at that face

—yourusername: mum stop embarrassing me 😳

user: she’s so incredibly fit

arthurnfhill: that photo was meant to be deleted!!

chrismd10: why is your dog in a cowboy hat ??

—yourusername: why not ?? please don’t disrespect sherif marshall he’s a very good boy

user: seeing y/n being friends with all these british youtubers is so strange

—user: arthur hill and her are signed to the same record label so it’s not the weird

user: please y/n jusy give me one chance 🙏🏻

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arthurnhill: enjoy some behind the scene snaps of the newest platform roulette video with @yourusername making her first appearance

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user: y/n being in her youtube era is feeding us so much content!

georgeclarkeey: that’s last photo was for your eyes only mr hill

user: did anyone catch in the video how y/n said that she thought chris was handsome?!

—user: yes !! i noticed that as well points for the short kings

yourusername: wow so many flattering

angel..thanks

—arthurnfhill: just capturing your natural beauty

user: lowkey picking up a vibe that y/n has a little thing for chris

user: not y/n out drinking the three of them 😂

an: thanks so much for the love on part 1 !! i am having so much fun creating this series for you all xx

tag list: @arthurhillmastermind @melancholicandmessy @cinnvmonrolls @misplacedxeggos

#chrismd #chrismd x reader #chrismd imagine #george clarkey #arthur hill #arthur tv #british youtubers

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strniohoeee · 9 months ago

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Hidden In The Shadows

Part 2 Here

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Following a lesson about this town that seemed to suddenly vanish, Y/N is intrigued to figure out what truly happened. However she might’ve bitten off more than she can chew….

Warnings⚠️: Nothing crazy, talks of/explanations of a cult, creepy rural town. This was from a Drabble about matt based on a type of horror movie he’d be done by @gamermattsgf she’s wifey and I had to adapt this into an imagine😫 @st7rnioiossblog

Song for imagine: Oblivion- Grimes

I never walk about after dark

It’s my point of view

Cause someone could break your neck

Coming up behind you

Always coming and you’d never have a clue

Moving out of my hometown wasn’t on my bingo cards for this year and moving out of my hometown for a research project was 1000 percent not on my bingo cards. Yet somehow I was packed up and on the road within three months of starting my project.

I’ve always had a weird niche for all things history, but especially history that just seems to vanish into thin air. I began to become extremely interested in towns that are no longer on the map due to poverty, weather change or even these people becoming hunters and gathers. Packing up and moving out in an instant. It all started in my senior year of college. I was studying geography at my local four year college in my hometown of Nevada.

Honestly I hated college all the long hours, all the homework and also having a full time job on top of that, but I had a full ride so I decided to suck it up. My very last year I had some space for a filler class that got me extra credits so I landed on the study of United States Lands focusing on increase and decrease of population throughout the recent centuries.

Personally I thought the class was going to suck, but to my surprise my professor was amazing. Towards the end of my final semester we began to learn about Pleasant Town Oklahoma. A once booming town immediately vanished off the face of the earth.

“Now class you may be asking yourself why was this town so rich? And I’m here to tell you it’s because the mayor at the time in the year 1915 had connections with our president. They hid money, fabrics, food and all types of expensive items within this small town” Mr Wayne stated

“I mean with hiding all this stuff how did they become so wealthy?” One guy had asked, my eyes darting to him

“They were being paid off for hiding these things, however the money was dirty money, so they created many businesses to get the cash flow moving. From one store to one man’s pocket to the next and then next thing you know that dirty money is in George's hand who lives in Virginia! It was all an amazing scheme, very smart. But as you can see it didn’t last long nor did it end well” He had stated as he clicked the laptop to show the next slide shown on the board

“Within three years of this operation this small town alone was bringing in about $100,000 a month which is over $2 million dollars in today's money. So then you ask yourself how does such a rich state with so much money just disappear? And all the money too?” He states scratching his chin

“So Professor Wayne….what exactly happened to them?” I asked after raising my hand

“No one really knows” he states uncrossing his arms and leaning off the desk

“I mean there has to be a reason right? That’s a lot of money to just disappear” I state as I jot down notes

“Well here’s the other thing, there are many rumors dating back to the creation of Oklahoma which was 1907. Sources have stated that Pleasant Town is evil and I’m talking demonic evil. People have said the reason the cash flow never stopped was because they were all a cult and seemingly used one another as sacrifice.” He stated clearing his throat

“Sacrifice?” I questioned raising my eyebrow

“Well yes! In many cultures it is stated if you do a blood sacrifice for the devil and/or sell your soul then your wishes shall come true. Their wishes were to stay wealthy. This came with problems however” he says as he sits down at his desk

The whole class was on the edge of their seats waiting for him to go on.

“Many of these men had short arms and deep pockets. Making it very easy for one man to kill the next out of greed” Wayne goes on

“And didn’t they get caught? I mean the president wouldn’t allow that” one classmate states

“Very true! The town was very small, only about 80 people now if 10 people suddenly die many eyebrows are raised. For a while they covered up the stories claiming a sickness like smallpox. The mayor decided to bring animals claiming this would make them richer since they produce meat, eggs and milk. Now he wasn’t wrong, but the animals were used in these blood sacrifices to hide their tracks” he says nodding his head

“God these people were ahead of their time” I blurt out and crossed my arms over their chest

“Oh they were, but that might’ve costed them their fortunes and their town” Professor Wayne states

“So that’s it? They just left? And what now?” I asked him

“It’s stated that they just separated, leaving most of the money to the whole state of Oklahoma. Afraid the president was after them or maybe they danced with the devil for too long and ended up paying the price” he states bluntly

“And the price is?” I asked him

“Death” he says frowning a bit which caused a chill to run up my spine

“But this is all speculation. About 30 years later Pleasant Town was rebuilt and supposedly none of that cult stuff was brought to that town. And till this day it’s still up and running. I believe the population is only about 200-250 people max?” He says rubbing his chin in thought

“I mean that’s just sad… we’ll never know the truth” I said to him shutting my notebook

“I mean you could always go and visit, spend the summer there. See what it’s like……anybody up for a challenge” he says laughing as the class shudders in fear and averts their eyes to the floor

I mean I was super interested in this lost town with such a dark history that suddenly reappeared 30 years after weird cult shit was happening. I could always take the summer off from work since I graduate in May….. take a road trip to Pleasant Town Oklahoma. Find the real history and report back to Professor Wayne.

My thoughts were interrupted when the bell rang and he bid his goodbyes to the class. Everyone was quick on their feet out of the door, but I stood back very interested in talking to him.

I trotted over to his desk as he shut his laptop, stuffing it into his book bag. His eyes darting up once he felt my presence

“Ahh Ms. Y/L/N…. You seemed very intrigued with today's lesson, planning a weekend getaway?” He asked me playfully

“Funny that you mention it because I was thinking more of a whole summer get away” I stated

“A whole summer?” He says brows lifting immediately

“I’m really interested in this town. I mean a mayor in on cult rituals to bring tons of cash in and the president not having a clue? And then they just vanished? This is like a movie sir” I state as I ramble on

“I mean it’s all just speculations Y/N” he says smiling at me

“I know sir, but is there any way I can get your research on this town so I can study it a bit more? I plan on building a whole case for this and figuring it out” I pleaded

“You’re really interested in this aren’t you?” He asks opening his bag up

“I really am Professor Wayne” I say back

“Here, but listen this is a tight knit community. Don’t go digging your nose where it doesn’t belong. Tread lightly this isn’t your turf, okay? In a town like that with such a small population and a dark history, you don’t want any enemies” he says handing me the folder titled “Pleasant Town”

“Yes, and thank you sir” I stated nodding my head

After that I finished my final semester two months later in May. Between work and classes I built up more of a file on this town jumping from a folder to two binders stacked with information.

Two days after my graduation I did some research on the town. This place had no hotels, no motels and for sure no air bnbs. That’s where I ran into my first problem, attempting to find a place to stay.

Searching on Zillow I had found a house for rent. In the middle of nowhere. One gravel road and corn fields. From the pictures it did seem there were few houses across and next to it, so I figured that was perfect. I'd make friends with neighbors.

I mean the house was decent for the area. Seemed to be a two bedroom two bathroom house. The bedrooms upstairs, one bathroom down stairs and one upstairs. Had a pretty average sized kitchen in the back of the house, a dining room to the right of the front door, a living room to the left of the front door, the stairs faced the front door, and then there were small hallways that lead to the kitchen. And there was a basement that seemed small, well kept and empty. It sucks to say I actually liked the place

My second problem began when I called the realtor a very old southern man by the name of Beaufort Smithson. I dialed him that morning and from the moment he heard my accent he seemed to turn a cold shoulder.

“Please sir” I pleaded with him

“Listen ma’am you sound young and not from these parts. What bring someone like you around this small town” he states deeply

“Well I’m from Nevada and it’s just so crazy here and I’ve been looking to stay somewhere a few states away that’s quiet and small” I state

“But you’re looking to rent from June 1st to August 31st…. We do 7 month rentals” he says bluntly

“Well I want to see it I like it first” I say lying through my teeth

“Can’t you see from the pictures if you like it or not” he says sucking on his tobacco tucked in his lip

“I can have the full rent for those three months ready for you in cash” I state desperately

“In cash you say” he says as I hear his chair squeak from underneath him

God these people really were money hungry till this day…

“Yes sir $800 a month for 3 months I can get you that $2,400 in cash June 1st” I state

“Well little lady you have yourself a deal. Now get yourself a pen and paper and jot this down. June 1st 12 in the afternoon we’re going to meet at the gas station in Pleasant Town” he states spitting his tobacco into a styrofoam cup

“Uhhh what gas station is that sir?” I ask as the pen dangled in my hand

“Sweetie we only got one gas station down yonder….you can’t miss it” he says chuckling

“Right…. Well thank you Mr. Smithson, my names Y/N Y/L/N, and I’ll be seeing you on June 1st” I state

“Well alright darling see you then” he says chuckling

“Oh by the way I look like-“ but I was cut off

“Oh trust me I’ll know what you look like…..safe travels” he whispers before hanging the phone up on me

That phone call made me slightly regret my choices of spending my summer with some shit kickers than on the Las Vegas strip…..

I spent the last two and a half weeks packing, purchasing what I know I won’t find in Oklahoma and doing more research.

I think I was on page 4,000 on google before I found a new article with information I hadn’t seen before. I placed my plate of pizza down as my eyes scanned the laptop screen quickly.

It was a newspaper clipping dating back to the year 1953. Only 70 years ago…. Interesting. The title stated “Farm owner questioned in the massive slaying of all his animals” my brows furrowed.

There’s no possible way that 70 years ago these cult killings continued? But my fingers scrolled down further as I began to whisper

“Confused and angry farm owner, Thomas Sturniolo was seen today yelling at cops as he was taken out of his small Pleasant Town home. After all his farm animals died and weird things happened around town he was suspected of killing his animals in a weird cult-like way. Demanding he be let loose, and that the town was crazy and out to get him because he is the wealthiest farmer. Insisting his competition killed his livestock and not him.”

My eyes couldn’t believe what I was reading…this was pretty recent honestly. This was happening around the time my grandparents were young children… I printed those news clippings out along with many other clippings of his arrest, his release and his disappearance…..

Adding them to my binder as I finished my pizza. This was so insane to me, and this would make a great conversation with professor Wayne after my studies.

I opened up my email and decided to email my professor.

Hello Professor Wayne! I hope your summer treats you well. In about three days I am off to study the lost town of Pleasant Town Oklahoma. That folder of information you gave me has grown into two large binders, and I found more information today. Down below you’ll find links to news articles dating back to the 50’s about weird cult animal killings! I think you’d find it fascinating! I’d like to update you here and there through my three month stay, and then maybe when I get back we can discuss all my findings over lunch! Thank you for your time! Hope to talk to you soon. -Sincerely, Y/N Y/L/N

Two days later I was all packed up into my car. About four large luggage and two duffel bags…. I was well prepared to say the least. Saying bye to my family and friends I began my venture to Pleasant Town.

My venture was a full day, and I made sure I counted for gas breaks, nap breaks and food breaks to make sure I got to Mr. Smithson at 12 on the dot.

June 1st 11:25 am- 35 min ETA Pleasant Town Gas Station

I was coming across the entrance to the town. I was jamming out to SZA, bobbing my head I looked over to my right smiling as I read the sign

“Welcome to Helltown….once you get in you’ll never get out!” It read

My smiled dropped, I snatched my sunglasses off my face and turned the radio down….. a cold sweat began to form on my back as I looked in the rear view mirror

What the fuck was that? I was becoming increasingly anxious and wondered if I just made the worst mistake of my life. I rubbed my lips together in anxiety as I gripped onto the steering wheel harder.

I chose to shake it off, there has to be a logical explanation for this I thought to myself. Putting my sunglasses back on, I turned my music up a little bit and continued down the silent road.

My map told me 1 minute, and slowly I pulled up to a very old and very dusty gas station. Coming to a stop as the gravel left a smoke trail ahead of my car.

I put the car in park and hopped out, stretching my back and cracking my neck. Suddenly an old man hopped out of his large red truck. Spitting tobacco on the ground as he waddled over

“You, young lady must be Y/N?” He asks as he sucks the tobacco

“Yes sir I am” I state as I smile and place my hand out to shake his

Looking down as he smacks his lips, he firmly shakes my hands.

“Good to met ya, welcome to Pleasant Town” he states coughing

“Thank you Mr. Smithson” I state smiling once again

“Well uhh” he states smiling at me

“Oh right” I say, eyes going wide as I walk over to the passenger side. Grabbing the envelope with all the money in it.

“Here you go, $2,400 cash” I state handing the envelope over to him

He grabs the envelope and takes the money out, beginning to count it

“300,400,500-“ he says flying through the money

“Uhh what’s with the welcome sign saying welcome to Helltown? Once you get in you’ll never get out?” I ask pointing over my shoulder

He immediately stops counting, sucks his teeth and looks up at me through his lashes

“Idiot teenagers who have nothing better to do than destroy property that isn’t theirs” he states as he goes back to counting

“Oh…” I state rocking back and forth on my heels

“Alright it’s all here! Thank you sweetheart. I’ll drive you to your house just follow behind me” he states stuffing the money back in the envelope

“Thank you sir” I state as he turns and walks back to his truck

I hop in mine and wait for him to go, following closely behind him I take in the surroundings. Trees, dirty roads, corn fields, farm houses, large stacks of hay and pretty decent sized homes. They were just super outdated.

It was only about a 15 minute drive, but man it felt like forever. I’d hate to get stuck with no gas on a road like this.

Pulling up to the house he pulls onto the gravel driveway as I do too. We both hop out and we walk towards the house. We walk up the steps and wait on the front porch as he digs around for the keys.

Looking around I take in the surroundings, there’s quite a bit of farms around here…. My thoughts are interrupted when he finds the keys and opens the door. Allowing me to walk in first

“I had my crew clean up the place for you” he states shutting the door

“Oh, do you own a cleaning company?” I ask looking at him

“No.. I get these young boys out here to do what needs to be done around these parts” he states bluntly

“Oh the young teenagers who mess around” I say laughing

“No, I send those boys to work the corn fields…. The older men do the hard work round here. The cleaning, the lifting, the shootin” he says sucking the tobacco

“Shooting?” I ask as I turn to face him

“Yup they shoot the ones for my man down under” he states looking me dead in my eyes

“What?” I ask as I began to get nervous

“Oh I’m sorry sweetheart I must be confusing you, you see my dad loved to hunt but he’s too old now and lives in my basement. He has me send out the young men to shoot for him and bring him back some animals” he states chuckling

“Ohhhh yeah” I say laughing awkwardly

“Well young lady this is your home now” he says handing me the keys.

“Thank you” I say meekly

“You got your dining room, living room, and kitchen all down here fully furnished as you can see. Bathroom down here one upstairs and both bedrooms upstairs. Oh uhh I’d suggest food shopping early in the day, you don’t want to be out late at night around here….that is due to the wild animals of course like bears and coyotes” he states looking at me

“Of course” I say nodding politely

“Make sure you lock your doors at night. Especially the back door….. animals in the kitchen are never a good thing” he says turning around to head to the front door

“Got it” I state

“And uhhh we’re a family here….youre house is my home….or whatever the saying is….my house is your house….ah you know what I mean” he says shaking his head

We bid our goodbye and I watched him drive off. My hairs on the back of my neck are standing up. This whole conversation was making me nervous and uneasy. One other thing I realized was I’d be having no WiFi here. However my phone had 5G and the service wasn’t awful here shockingly….. I immediately sent an email back to Professor Wayne

“Just got here! The house is actually super nice. It's very historical and artsy. The realtor is a total creep though. His name is Beaufort so that explains a lot! He said some weird things and made weird analogies. Making it seem like beyond the naked eye there’s more to this town…. I’ll keep you posted”

I hit send and slid my phone back into my pocket. I placed the keys in my front pocket and walked outside. The warm sun kissed my skin as I squinted. Walking over to my car I popped the trunk and began to take my luggage’s out.

Suddenly I felt like there were eyes on me. The way the area got super quiet. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. I looked over my shoulder in the least scared way possible. There was nobody there. I rubbed my forehead and let out a breath.

“Y/N relax” I whispered to myself as I took my last luggage out

However unbeknownst to Y/N, she was in fact being watched. A young man on the second floor of his parents house. He stood in his room peering at the young woman through his sheer curtains.

His gaze was dull as he stared out the window, sweat trickled down his forehead, his mouth hung open slightly and his breathing became deep. His fingers swirled and tugged at his red flannel.

She was like out of a movie. He had never seen a woman like that down here. Those are the ones his mom warned him about. The type who didn’t like boys like him, the type he should….hate. However when he looked at her he couldn’t hate her….she seemed precious….precious just like his horse Bertha.

“Young Man! What did I tell you about standing at that window” he heard from behind him, he jilted and turned around

“I’m sorry mama…I wasn’t doin nuffin” he states as he looks at her

“It is not polite to stare at people you aren’t a child anymore. You don’t do that” she says to him

“I wasn’t looking I swear” he says with pleading eyes

“Well you go on now. Your father and I are leaving for the afternoon” she says to the boy

After his mom leaves he pears out his window again. The young woman had stopped to talk on the phone. He was so fascinated by her he simply couldn’t look away.

I hung up the phone after saying bye to my mom and pulled out my second luggage. Rolling it into my house and coming back out to get my third luggage. I huffed out a breath of air and wiped the sweat off my forehead

I leaned over to get the third luggage but it was stuck on something. I sucked my teeth and began to tug on the handle harder.

“Need a hand ma’am?” I heard from behind me

“OH SHIT” I yelled turning around and grabbing my heart

“Oh im sorry darling I didn’t mean to scare you” the young man states backing up a bit

“No it’s okay, I’m new to town so I’m a bit jumpy” I state shaking my head

“My apologies for sneaking up behind you, may I help you?” He asks looking at my trunk

“Yeah please that would be great” I say smiling as I tried to control my breathing

The young man grabs both of my luggages for me and I grab my duffel bags. We walk to the house and he leads the way to my other two luggage’s.

“Thank you so much” I say placing my bags on the couch

“My pleasure sweetheart” he says nodding his head

“I’m Y/N” I say sticking my hand out

“I’m Matthew, but I go by Matt” he says wiping his forehead with the inside of his shirt. The shirt lifted just enough for me to get a perfect view of his lower stomach.

Damn…why were the shit kickers in a creepy town always so hot…. I guess the movies aren’t wrong..

“Well Matt thank you once again, can I offer you some water?” I ask him

“Water would be nice” he says smiling a bright smile

We walked to the kitchen and I found some old glasses left behind. I rinsed it with water and then gave him some water from the sink.

He drank the full cup, allowing the water to dribble down his chin and to his neck. My gaze ever so slightly following the head of water.

“So, what brings you to this part of town darling?” He asks, his accent so thick I couldn’t even focus

“I come from a busy town and I’ve always wanted to move to a small rural area. Pleasant Town seemed just right” I state licking my lips

“Once you see what this towns like you’ll go running for the hills” he says smirking darkly

“What do you mean by that?” I asked clearing my throat

“Well we hunt, we drink beer til we’re piss drunk and race in old cars for fun, we sneak into farms at night and tip over the sleeping cows…. Amongst many other things” he states handing the glass back over to me

“Oh that’s nothing compared to where I’m from” I say placing the glass in the sink

“And that is?” He asks crossing his legs as he leaned against the wall

“Las Vegas Nevada” I state nodding

“Never been” he states

“You should visit one day” I say

“If I ever leave this town” he states swallowing thickly

“If you ever leave?” I question once again

“Well you know this place is home I don’t know how I’d do in a big place like that” he says smiling at me

“I suppose you guys are pretty far behind on a lot” I say giggling

“Oh trust me aren’t we all” he says kicking himself off the wall

“Well uh thank you so much Matt I don’t mean to keep you” I say to him as I begin to walk out the kitchen

“Oh no worries darlin” he says as he follows behind me his thick cowboy boots hitting the wood in all the right places

He opened my front door and began to head out

“I’ll see you around neighbor” I state to him

“See you around, oh and if you ever feel like there’s eyes on you….that's because there is….you know small town haha we can’t escape each other” he says coldly before adding a laugh at the end

“Right…right” I state smiling at him and blinking quickly

I watch him walk across the street and head into the home. I lock my car doors and shut my front door. Locking the door before walking to the kitchen back door, locking that one as well.

I spent the rest of the day sweeping up, cleaning and setting up my room. I hadn’t realized how late it gotten or how hungry I was till my stomach growling woke me up from a small Power Nap.

I got up and realized it was 8pm, I wasn’t sure what food stores would be open, but it was worth the try. Ignoring the warning not to go out at night I grabbed my house keys and car keys.

Locking the front door, I got into my car. Turning it on I put it in reverse. I looked over my right shoulder and when I went to look over my left Matt was there and had banged on my window.

I jumped out of my skin and hit the breaks. Rolling my window down I was breathing heavy

“Sorry sweetie” he says as he looks down at me

“Is there something I can do for you?” I asked him genuinely curious

“Oh me? No no, but you, you shouldn’t be out at this hour” he states

“It’s 8pm though?” I say furrowing my brows

“Yeah well the bears and coyotes come out this time” he says tapping the hood of my car

“I’m just running to the local store” I say

“You shouldn’t be out at this hour” he says again a bit firmer

“Umm okay” I say to him, remember what Professor Wayne said “no enemies this isn’t my turf”

I placed the car back in park and got out. Shutting the door and locking it I looked at Matt, a shot gun in his right hand as my eyes darted up.

“Don’t worry darling this ain’t nothing special. I use this to hunt” he says to me as he moves the gun back a bit

“For uhh Mr. Smithson’s dad?” I ask as my eyes slowly track up to his

“Oh no I do a different type of hunting for him” he says clearing his throat

“Do you now” I say rocking on my heels

“I get the animals causing issues for us here, the ones eating up all our crops. We can’t have those round these parts” he states chuckling

“Yeah…yeah bad for business. I’m going to head in for the night then” I say pointing behind myself

“Well alright now! You have a great night” he says in a whisper while offering me a smile

I smile back before turning in my heels and heading back into the house. Locking the door immediately as I run up the stairs.

I decided to shower and eat some leftover snacks. By this point it was midnight and I decided to brush my teeth so I could lay down for the night.

Shutting the bathroom light off I walk into my dark room using the brightness of my screen to lead me to my bed. Shutting my bedroom door behind me I trot over to my bed. However something in my peripheral view catches my eye.

Through the little dent in the Venetian blinds I see a light on in the house across the street from me. Slowly walking over to the window I peak out the small dent and look across the street.

All I can see is the silhouette of a skinny man with a shotgun in hand standing at the window. Almost like he’s staring out the window….

Suddenly he slides out of view and the light goes out, but I stay looking and I get an uneasy feeling. It’s like he’s still by the window…hiding in the shadows…watching….waiting….

I scared myself by doing this, so I backed away from the window and decided to lay down. Listening to my heart thump in my ears as I focused on controlling my breathing. My mind was racing because I was so nervous about this town and whether or not I made the right decision…..

I attempted to clear my mind and doze off to sleep. I knew I had a full day of adventures the following day especially since I needed to find a supermarket of some sort here!

The End…. For now

Alright guys I know I’ve been GONE, but it feels good to be back! I hope you enjoyed this part. Can’t wait to start working on part 2 shortly 🤭🖤 we’re at 2,009 followers! I love yall soooo much 🥺

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nicoline1998enilocin · 4 months ago

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Lovers Garden

PAIRING || Husband!Dad!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 3.9K

SUMMARY || After years of dreaming about starting your life in Italy, the day has finally arrived for your dream to come true. After the exhilarating process of renovating your dream house and turning it into your sanctuary and the anticipation of all your belongings being shipped to the other side of the world, it's time for you to leave New York behind and start your new life with your husband, two-year-old son and the little one on the way.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. Kid fic. Pregnancy fic. Tony retired from the aveng.

WARNINGS || Explicit sexual content. Breastfeeding.

SMUT || Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink. Language kink. Dirty talk. Praise. Teasing. Light fingering. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Implied somnophilia (consensual).

A/N || This story is my birthday present for the amazing @mostly-marvel-musings! I am honored to have created this beautiful story for you, and I hope it is everything you dreamt of and more. I wish you the happiest of birthdays today, and of course, I hope you have had an amazing day. This is proofread by the wonderful @ccbsrmsf1, for which I am eternally grateful 🤍

EVENTS @anyfandomkinkbingo || Gardening @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Flower Crowns @kinky-things-happen || Pregnancy @multifandom-flash First Birthday Celebration || Happy Birthday to You! @seasonaldelightsbingo Language of Flowers || Geranium

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

"I still can't believe we'll leave New York behind tomorrow," you tell your husband, Tony, as he's cuddled on the couch with your two-year-old son, Cedar. The three of you had dinner earlier, and now they're watching some cartoons while you were preparing a bottle of warm milk for him to drink before bed. Tomorrow, you will start your new life, officially moving to Italy, leaving your old life as Avengers behind.

Now that the move is this close, the once beautifully decorated penthouse in Avengers Tower is bare, and even though your son does know something's happening, he's not fully able to comprehend that you're moving to the other side of the world in less than 24 hours.

"I know, Tulip, but it'll be the start of something beautiful. Cedar will grow up there, and so will baby Willow once she's born," he says, his hand resting on your growing bump as you sit beside your son and husband. You're almost seven months pregnant, this time carrying a baby girl. It has been your dream to become a Mom and move to Italy one day, and now, both dreams are on the cusp of coming true.

"You're right," you say softly as you look at Tony's hand, and you rub your hand over your belly, too. There's a comfortable silence between the three of you, and it's only broken once Cedar is fully asleep in his dad's arms. His soft snores fill the empty living room, making you and Tony chuckle softly.

"I'm going to bring him to bed, and then we can have some cuddles, too. How does that sound?"

"It sounds perfect. Buonanotte, mio dolce Angelo," you whisper when you kiss Cedar goodnight while running a hand through his dark curls. He looks like he melted into Tony's arms as you wish him goodnight in Italian, and your heart also melts at the sight. You're very fortunate to have such a sweet, fantastic toddler like him, and to know there's a baby girl on the way makes your life perfect.

"Te amo," Tony whispers as he leans in to peck your lips before taking Cedar to his bedroom, ready to change into his pajamas and sleep. As your husband does that, you're getting comfortable on the couch with a book and a cup of tea, and your feet elevated to get some strain off your growing belly. There are many things about pregnancy you love, but the soreness that goes paired with it definitely isn't one of them, and you can't wait for Tony to come back so he can rub your feet.

"How's it going over here, Tulip? Are you having a good time with your book?" Tony asks as he enters the living room. You are on the couch with a book in one hand and your tea in the other. You look up at him with a soft smile and nod as you meet his gaze, the shimmer of excitement visible in his dark brown eyes.

"It's even better now that you're with me, though, because I could use a foot rub," you tell him after he sits in his usual spot on the couch - right next to you. After a hum of agreement, Tony pulls your feet into his lap, rubbing out every last bit of soreness as you moan softly at the feeling.

"How're you feeling about seeing the house?" Tony asks you, referencing the fact that you haven't seen it yet since the moment you bought it together. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, but looking back now, it's the best decision you have ever made. A little over a year ago, you, Tony, and Cedar were on vacation in Tuscany when you found your dream house on sale, but the only downside is that it needed a complete renovation.

While Tony has been flying back and forth occasionally to oversee it all, you stayed at the Avengers Tower with Cedar, as your job here still needed to be done. After a seemingly endless year, your dream house is finished, and tomorrow will be the first time you'll see all the hard work that everyone has put into it. What you don't know, however, is that Tony has also built you your dream garden, as it's been your dream to grow your flowers, fruits, and vegetables for as long as you can remember.

"Oh, I can't wait! I have missed Phoebe and Miku so badly, but I'm also happy they're already settled in by the time we get there," you tell your husband as you think about your two rescued cats. You love both of them so much, and to live without them for now is odd, but you also know it'll make the reunion with them a lot sweeter when you see them tomorrow.

"Me too, Tulip - it's not the same without them. However, nothing's the same anymore. Everywhere I go in this house, it feels like I'm walking through someone else's house as if I'm an intruder or something. But that'll all change tomorrow. We can immediately settle after getting off the plane and arriving at our forever home. It's only for one more night, and then it's all over," he tells you, and you feel tears prick in the corners of your eyes.

"Hey, it's okay. You can let your tears flow," he tells you as his eyes get watery. You never would have expected to be crying with your husband on your last evening in New York, but here you are, and it feels fantastic. All the pent-up stress from the previous year is coming out as you cuddle close into his side, both sniffling as tears stain your cheeks.

"I love you, Mi Amore," you say as you look at your husband with a small smile, and he captures your lips in a soft kiss, conveying every emotion that his words can't. His hand softly rubs your belly again, and when he pulls away, you keep your eyes closed while his forehead carefully presses against yours.

"Let's go to bed, Tulip. Let's make one more memory in this house as I make nothing but sweet, slow love to you until we're both sleepy, sweaty messes in each other's arms, and we can barely keep our eyes open as we kiss each other senseless," he whispers, and you smile as you nod.

"Let's do it," you say before pecking his lips and smiling into the kisses. You can't help but grin like an idiot as your husband helps you to stand up, catching your lips again once you're both upright and unable to stay away from each other. It's like a fire ignited in you both, and you barely make it to the bedroom without waking Cedar - your giggles and other sounds threatening to wake him up.

"We have to be careful, Tulip; we don't want our Angelo to wake up," Tony says with a broad smile as he ensures Cedar is indeed still sleeping, and you can't help but feel like a teenager again who's sneaking around in order not to wake up their parents - and Tony can't help but feel the same. Only when your bedroom door closes, and Tony carefully pushes you against it, you feel like you can breathe again.

"That was close, but he's a steady sleeper, so I doubt he'll wake up," he whispers, his warm breath ghosting over your lips as his gaze is locked on yours, and it makes you want to melt into a puddle at his feet as he looks at you with nothing but pure love and adoration. While he always looked at you like that, it intensified once you became pregnant with Cedar, and now that you're carrying baby Willow, that same gaze is back again.

"You're beautiful, mi fiore." With those words, he closes the gap between you two again, his hand resting on your belly while the other one cups your cheek, setting your entire body on fire at the touch. He can make you feel loved, sexy, and seen with a single touch, and he's proving it every day as he kisses you as if your lives depend on it.

"T-Tony," you whimper as his kisses trail down your neck, and you hiss as his lips suck a small bruise on your pulse point. Your fingers dig into his biceps as he takes his time licking, sucking, and nibbling on your neck, marking you all over as your arousal grows with the second, your panties now ruined. Eventually, Tony moves back to admire his work as you look at him through half-lidded eyes and a dopey smile, and he hums approvingly.

"Now you're even more beautiful, Tulip," Tony tells you as he guides you to the bed, but before he lays you down, he carefully takes off each layer of your clothes until you're entirely bare for him. He stands behind you as his hands rub over your arms and shoulders, relaxing you fully as your eyes slip shut and you lean back against his large body.

"Can you lift my belly for a moment?" you ask softly, and Tony agrees before grabbing the bottom of your belly and lifting it a few inches. The relief is instant as you sigh happily, and the strain is immediately lifted from your back. You two stay like this for an eternity, but once you give Tony the all-clear to lower your belly again, he gently does so, and while you immediately feel the straining feeling return, it's not as bad as before.

"Thank you, Mi Amore, I really needed that - but now I need you more," you tell him, and Tony groans softly at your words, quickly stripping his clothes off in anticipation of what's to come. Once you're comfortable on the bed, you admire your husband as your eyes glide over his body, but they get stuck as you see his cock standing at attention, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

"You like what you see, Tulip?" Tony asks with a raised brow, a smirk tugging on his lips as you nod slowly, your gaze never moving an inch from his cock. You hum appreciatively as he walks to the bed, his length now bobbing up and down with each step he takes, and your mind is already going into overdrive as you think about what it can do to you and how much pleasure it can bring you.

"Lie back for me, sweet girl; tonight is all about you," he whispers as he kisses your belly. A smile brightens his features when Willow suddenly kicks him where he just placed the kisses. Tony laughs as he crawls further over your body, his lips finding yours effortlessly as you let yourself get lost in the taste and feel of your husband.

Once he pulls away, he goes to sit back on his knees, your legs draped over his spread ones so he has perfect access to your dripping, clenching pussy. However, before he lines his cock with your entrance, he lets his thumb glide through your folds, pressing sightly when he finds your clit, which has your hips bucking up for more.

"Hmmm, I love it when you're so responsive for me, makes me so fucking hard. God, I can't wait to be buried inside your sweet, tight pussy again, Tulip," he groans before grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times, readying himself for what he's about to experience. As he slides in, he takes his time to feed inch after inch to your hungry pussy, both hands on your belly as he does, while yours are grabbing the sheets as pleasure is rapidly building inside you. Moans are spilling from your lips as he sets a slow, comfortable pace for you both, your orgasm building slowly.

"I still can't believe how fucking gorgeous you are when you're pregnant, Tulip. Growing my baby in this amazing body of yours makes you even more special and amazing. And these tits grow even bigger when they're full of milk, fuck! 'M gonna drink from them every fucking day," Tony groans, and you can't help but get even more aroused at the thought.

"You take me so well, Tulip. You're so fucking tight around my cock- never want to leave this sweet pussy," Tony groans, and your moans become uncontrollable. Once Tony's hand moves from your belly to your clit, you cum around his cock with a muffled moan as you push your head into the pillow. With that, it doesn't take long for Tony to meet his undoing, his cum releasing as he's nestled deep in your pussy.

"Good girl," he grunts as he rides out his high before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to you. There's a light layer of sweat adorning both your bodies, and you're both panting as you come down from your highs, but it is a night never to forget. It's the perfect ending to your time living here, and now you're ready to pick up your new life on the other side of the world.

It felt like coming home when you got off the plane in Italy - as if you've been there all your life. The weather is fantastic; the sun shines on all three of you, and your dress shows off your belly beautifully. As Tony looks over to you with Cedar on his hip, he can't help but want to remember this moment and immediately grabs his phone.

“Smile, Tulip! I want to remember this moment for the rest of our days," he says. You put your hands on your bump as you pose, a broad smile brightening your features under the sun's golden shine. Once it's done, you strap Cedar into his car seat - your car already at the airport as a good friend of Tony's has brought it there for you - and Tony's loading the trunk with the last bits of baggage you had to take in your suitcases.

“Pronto, mio bel fiore?” Tony asks, making you blush as he does. You've always had a thing for him speaking Italian, and he loves to feed your language kink with every chance he gets. Your thighs are rubbing together to search for a bit of friction, and your demeanor immediately changes, which doesn't go unnoticed.

"Let's go to our home, Tulip - there's a lot I have to show you," Tony says before kissing the tip of your nose, leaving you with flushed cheeks as he smiles at you. Once you are comfortable and seated in the car's passenger seat, Tony starts the car before taking off towards your new house and, most importantly, your cats, Phoebe and Miku. All three of you have always been close, but they have practically been inseparable from you throughout your pregnancies.

As Tony drives through Tuscany, you can't help but enjoy the view, knowing that this is now the place you're calling home. You pass artists on the street as they paint, and you can't wait to be one of those people. The entire time, your husband has one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on your belly, his thumb softly rubbing to soothe you.

"Can you close your eyes for me, Tulip? We're almost there, and I want it to be a surprise for as long as possible," he says sweetly, and you do as he asks with a soft chuckle. Not even a few minutes later, you're pulling into the driveway, the distinct sound of gravel under the wheels letting you know you have arrived at your destination.

Once you're at a complete standstill, Tony lets you go before getting out of the car and waving to your friend, who's been catsitting the past few days. When you hear the door on your side open, you know it's time to get out, and Tony carefully grabs your hand before helping you out - your eyes are still closed the entire time.

"If you wait here for a moment, I will get Cedar out of his seat, and then it's time for the grand reveal," Tony says enthusiastically, and you're getting a little impatient, though you don't let it show. Once you hear the gravel underneath Tony's feet again, you know it's time for the reveal, and the nerves are starting to build, though you're also enthusiastic at the same time.

"Ready? 3… 2… 1!” Tony says, and the moment you open your eyes, it's like you have been transported into another dimension. The house you bought a little over a year ago is completely transformed; where it was practically falling apart, it now looks brand new, but that's not what catches your eye most.

"Is that my garden?!" you ask Tony as you pull him towards your vegetable and flower garden, not knowing where to look. There are already a few vegetables planted, as well as herbs, and in another part, there are geraniums in bloom, together with more growing flowers.

While Tony was working on building your garden, he more than once had the thought of you gardening in nothing more than a short, flimsy dress that would rise and show off your sweet pussy to him, ready for him to dive into just the way he wants - now that you know about the garden, he can't wait to tell you about that fantasy. He's very much hoping it'll come true one day.

"It's all yours, Tulip. I have dubbed it 'Lovers Garden'!" he says as he points to a sign at the entrance of your garden, which makes you laugh heartily. Naming your garden is definitely something only he would do, and you can't wait to spend your days together with Cedar and Willow, teaching them everything you know about gardening and the various fruits, vegetables, and flowers you're growing.

"It's perfect, Tony. I cannot thank you enough for making my dream of having a garden come true," you say as you cup his cheeks, pulling him in for a soft kiss to let him know how grateful you are.

"Now, where are my two fur babies?!" you ask as you walk towards the house, where Phoebe and Miku are sunbathing together, completely unbothered by the fact that you, Tony, and Cedar now have arrived, too. That first day, you keep exploring more of your house and property, constantly finding more amazing things and small details that make you feel like you've come home.

About two months after moving to Italy, you gave birth to your daughter - Willow Rose Stark. She has been a beautiful addition to your family; no one can get enough of her little sounds and movements. Cedar is a proud big brother; every time you walk with them, you and Tony melt as you see how sweet he is to his baby sister.

Today, it's time to celebrate your first birthday when it's the four of you, but Tony started your day off in the best way possible, as he had given you the gift of a few orgasms before it was time to get up and get your day started.

"Buongiorno mia principessa perfetta," you say as you walk into Willow's room, ready to wake her up for the day. It's a bit past 7 AM, and Tony is preparing Cedar for breakfast while you get comfortable in the rocking chair in the corner of Willow's nursery. Since you're almost exclusively breastfeeding her, you like to take moments like this to bond with her, and Tony's more than happy to take care of Cedar when you do.

"Did you sleep well, Princess? I bet you're hungry after sleeping for a few hours," you say, and she latches on without a problem. There's soft music playing in the background, and you can hear Tony talking to Cedar as they're preparing breakfast for you - which has become a tradition in your little family. Every time there's a birthday to celebrate, one of you will prepare a special breakfast of pancakes and waffles combined with all the toppings your heart can desire.

"What do you think, Cedar? Will Mommy enjoy her breakfast today?" Tony asks, and Cedar shouts an enthusiastic yes that has you smiling from ear to ear.

"Your brother can be so silly sometimes, but he has a heart of gold, just like your Daddy," you whisper as you look at Willow, who's utterly unbothered by it all. Taking these moments with your daughter has strengthened the bond between you two immensely, and you're happy you get to do this all over again, as you have done the same when taking care of Cedar.

While feeding your daughter, you suddenly hear tiny footsteps in the hallway. Phoebe peeks around the door before walking into the nursery and curling up in one of the sunspots on the floor. You can't help but smile as you see it, your soft rocking motions never stopping as you look at her.

When you're done feeding, you get yourself and Willow dressed in matching white dresses and flower crowns because you'll all have breakfast in your garden today.

"Buon compleanno, mamma," you hear Tony say as you walk into the kitchen, a large smile brightening your face as you do. Tony immediately walks over to give you even more kisses, and he also takes Willow from you so you can provide special attention to your toddler, too.

"Happy bird day, Mommy!" he says enthusiastically, and you cuddle and kiss him for a good few minutes as a thank you. Just as you're about to help out Tony, you're greeted by both Phoebe and Miku as they glide their soft, furry bodies past your bare legs.

"Good morning to you two as well!" you say as you bend down to greet them, and they purr as they crawl all over you and each other to get all the attention you're possibly able to give them right now. Cedar is happily babbling away in his high chair as he's looking at Tony and Willow, and they, in turn, are looking at you.

Once they have had enough, they quickly sprint away and into your garden to enjoy some more sunbathing. Their meows fill the room as they do, making you laugh heartily. You grab Cedar while Tony holds your daughter, and your belly starts to rumble as you smell Tony's prepared food.

"Who's ready for breakfast?" Tony asks, and Cedar hops up and down in your arms as you walk outside. Tony and Willow follow you as your husband balances a plate of pancakes for the picnic he prepared while you were breastfeeding your daughter earlier. Cedar gives you a card that says "Happy birthday to you!" once you're comfortably seated, and inside is the sweetest note from your husband.

Buon compleanno, mamma! ❤️

Thank you for being by my side through the years and not giving up on me when I was ready to do that. Thank you for making me feel loved and giving me the gift of our beautiful children. I'm grateful for you daily, and I cannot imagine my life without you, Cedar, or Willow. I love you, Tulip, and wish you the happiest birthday today.

Con tanto amore, tuo marito.

As you read the card, you feel the tears pricking in your eyes again, and you realize that you have officially reached the point you have always dreamt of. You're seated in the morning sun, eating your favorite breakfast while surrounded by the people you love most, and your two cats are running throughout your garden.

Life is perfect, and you're officially living your dream. With Tony, Cedar, and Willow, you can do anything you put your mind to; your fantastic life is proof of it.

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olomaya · 9 months ago

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I need a poorer town.

I've been playing/testing a Volunteerism mod but I realize that everyone is too rich in my current town for it.

Local residents can volunteer at the local school or hospital to do things like coach children's sports games or bring knitted items for patients. Or active volunteering at a park, library or community center.

Here's my library volunteer hosting a storytime for kids. Except with no book.

But I think my favorite library volunteer feature is being able to recommend books to other Sims to read and then showing them where it is.

I'm trying to turn the community center into a bustling lot. There, my volunteers can host food drives, toy drives or soup kitchens. Again, no one fits the need criteria so we get a ton of donations but not many takers.

She can even run bingo games...if I can fix the machine. Does anyone know why the empty/clear parts of the cage are showing up as black? (Fixed! thank you @bietjie!!) Regardless, my elders are about to rack up a lot of debt playing because winning is not easy the pot keep piling up.

THIS took the longest time. I was trying to create a live class system similar to Uni but I wanted to have direct control over my teachers to be able to ask students questions or invite students to present, etc. I had to write and rewrite the code 3 times before I got something I was mostly happy with.

This is going to give my elder and retired Sims so much to do. But now I'm on the hunt for a slum town with broke sims so this mod makes more sense rather than the Hampton seaside community to continue testing and fixing all the bugs. Maybe Twinbrook or the bad side of Lucky Palms? Happy for any recommendations!

#sims 3 wip #volunteerism #around town

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velvette-creations · 4 months ago

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Death's Bride

Interview with the Vampire: Santiago x fem!reader

Companion Piece of "To Be Loved by Death"

Rating: Mature

WC: 1.0 k

Prompt: Temporary Death for @sweetspicybingo (Hurt/Comfort Bingo Collection)

Warnings: Vampirism: lots and lots of blood, feeding, turning

A/n: This old white man has me in a chokehold, what can I say? Ben Daniel did wonders with Santiago. Also there’s a little easter egg in the fic for all those who are fans of the original film ;)

Summary: Santiago turns you

The coven had unanimously voted to let you join, though Armand seemed reluctant in his response. You learned he had never created a vampire in his five hundred years. There was something about him that you didn’t trust, but Santiago led the coven now, and his sights fell upon you, so no one dared argue with him. You half expected Eglee to rip your throat out, but you had no qualms about sharing Santiago with her. You even allowed her to feed on you from time to time.

Finally, the night of your translation arrived in the true fashion of the coven; it would be a spectacle for the public to behold at a premium price.

“My love, are you prepared to confront death’s beckoning this very night?” Santiago inquired, enveloping your hands in his own before guiding you in a slow dance across the stage.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Louder, ma chérie. The audience needs to hear your answer,” he smirked, his glowing cerulean eyes locked on yours.

“Y..yes!” your voice quivered, the unease palpable in the air. You spoke louder this time, feeling uneasy as the audience laughed at your reaction. His hands were cold against yours, but you didn’t mind it. You had grown used to his cold embrace, the sharpness of his bite, and the nonexistent beating heart. It was hollow when you rested your head on his chest. You had believed you would fall in love with a man of warm flesh and blood, but instead, you found a cold demon had taken hold of your heart.

“Are you ready to be our bride?”

The coven moved into position, clad in white, reminding you of ghosts. They moved in spectral synchronization, swirling around the stage as Santiago danced you around. The fresh bite marks on your neck throbbed. Ruby droplets oozed from the puncture wounds, stirring the base desires in the ghostly vampires surrounding you. You kept your eyes trained on Santiago. He had offered you the dark gift, and you were willing to accept it and live by his side for eternity.

Eglee moved behind you, her fangs ghosting over your neck as her glass nails dug into the threadbare fabric of your black dress. The tattered garment had been a relic of old, worn by how many before you, you had no idea. It was a funeral dress with a high neck and frayed lace, but it portrayed you as death’s bride. The coven performers circled you, their greedy hands clenching at the hem. You twisted in the grasp until, finally, the gown was torn from your body, leaving you bare before the unfamiliar eyes of the audience and the salacious ones of the coven. Santiago beckoned you closer, drawing you into his arms.

“I am ready,” you whispered to him, then repeated your words louder for the captive audience to hear.

“Then it is time,” Santiago announced before sinking his fangs into your neck—a sweet burn, followed by a pulse of pain before it all became dull.

You grew limp as he drained you, as he lifted your weak body and passed you into the arms of the other members before they advanced on you. The curtains fell as thunderous applause and cheers filled the theater. Santiago ordered the others away, his voice muffled in your ears as you descended into darkness, unable to keep your eyes open. Life slowly drained from your body as your blood filled their insatiable mouths. You teetered into the darkness, letting it swallow you whole.

They suddenly pulled away from you, blood dripping from their greedy lips as Santiago loomed over top of you. His glistening nail sliced through his wrist before he knelt and pressed it to your mouth. You groaned as the ruby droplets filled you. Slowly, you gained your strength and consciousness as he brought you back to life. You grasped his wrist tightly as a voracious hunger surged through you.

“Ah, ah, chérie, that is enough,” Santiago scolded, patting your cheek before pulling his wrist away.

You sat up, your hair, longer and thicker, cascading down your naked body as blood clung to your mouth. Your tongue traced around your fangs, and you watched with fascination as your nails lengthed and hardened.

“I want more,” you growled.

“Then I would say a hunt is in order,” Santiago smirked, extending a hand to help you to your feet. The coven bristled in their agreement, and preparations were made. You dressed in leather jodhpurs, riding boots, and a red blouse, ready to tackle the City of Paris. The women of the coven decorated your fingers with ornate silver rings, and Santiago pressed his cigarette against your lips. You inhaled deeply, the smoke wafting around you as you tasted ash. The leather scent of his jacket was thick against your nostrils. Everything felt heightened. Enhanced.

“Come, ma chérie, the night awaits!” Santiago announced with a flourish.

The night became alive through your new eyes, vivid and bustling. You could smell everything: the hot blood pumping through veins, the sweet wine poured into glasses, the pungent smell of sweat, and you wanted to taste it all. Your vision was enhanced, making out the small details of clothing worn by the blurred bodies you passed and counting the cracks in the pavement. As his motorbike zoomed through the brightly lit city, your nails dug into Santiago's arm before letting out a whoop of delight. Santiago’s laugh bounced through the air at your enthusiasm. The coven descended upon a tavern on the outskirts, and the feeding began.

Your fangs sliced through flesh like butter, reveling in the warm spurt of blood that poured into your flushed mouth. You tore the throats of three men, draining them to the brink of death before releasing them. You wondered if you would ever feel full enough.

“You are a true creature of the night, chérie,” Santiago praised as his thumb traced around your crimson-stained lips, swiping the droplets away. He pressed the digit to his mouth and suckled it clean.

“I have never felt more alive,” you breathed, lifting your head to press your blood-stained lips to his, savoring in the intensity of his kiss.

His arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you into the air as the slaughter continued beneath your dangling feet. It was finally in death that you felt the most alive.

#fic: iwtv #sweetspicyhc #iwtv santiago #santiago x reader #santiago iwtv #iwtv fanfiction #santiago #santiago fanfic #tw blood #tw vampire

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fivelasanctum · 2 months ago

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I blame the snippets from the Commission handbook I found online but I am shipping the young man form of Founderfive + Lila together. Love her with her canon beloved in any form. A bit of a crackship but still intriguing in the scope of fanon and the fanfiction realm. Does offer many compelling storyline developments if he had survived past season three. Or a trace of himself lingered in the timelines given he created the time Commission and most likely the subway system as a possible contingency plan. Five assumed he was 100 years old given that is a normal human lifespan and he passed away in his 'can'. In the excerpt he mentioned he no long remembered his name. Yet he was still quite lucid to talk to his other self to not save the world. Not suffering from dementia at all. Been established that time was nothing when at the commission. Why we can't truly gauge lila's age given she worked for them as well. Five was suppose to only do 5 years of service for the Handler but was still with them up until he was 56 or 58 year old self. Was rescued when he was 45. Time is subjective. So the founder may be more godlike in terms of his age and abilities (thinking timelord for those familiar with the Doctor Who series)

As shown in the image above: Seems to be a somber, melancholic version of five that is filled with regrets. Horrified about what he has created. That has a life all it's own. Essentially feels the road of hell was paved with good intentions but that despite the original aim for what he wanted, "time is a finicky mistress." Cannot be molded by one person no matter how powerful the founder became. "someone I lost" could mean his youthful self that was self aware and confident in his purpose. Knowing what he wanted and needed to do. Believing he could change the world on his own. Since founder lost touch with what it meant to be a 'Five'. Yet it can also mean he lost his version of lila. The series is familiar with tragic endings with couples. Luther and sloane were sweet, married each other and looked to be endgame. Yet when the universe was reset, luther remembered and still loved her but for whatever reasons, couldn't find her. When five and her found him in the bunker she did have pity for him. Trying to calm Five's ire towards the founder since by this time he was in a more fragile state when it came to his health. He did acknowledge her with 'bingo.' A five-ism I'll call it. Confirming she was keeping up with it all. Not confused like other characters would be (Diego and luther in particular) When he did perish, she was hesitant to leave her five alone with now dead founder. Knowing it was an emotional moment for him. Confronted with his future mortality and the realization he would be alone. Not having accomplished what he sought out to do. Their was another revelation in the commission handbook that five can't use his powers if his hands are bound yet was not verified completely. Take with a grain of salt since I still need to purchase the book and this is second-third hand accounts from others that gave hints to some lore on five/founder. Still opens some doors with the information. Many ways to go with founderfive and lila within the fandom. ♥ Could be more manic with a god complex in his younger days since five revealed to Klaus he thought he could evade death in addition to time and disasters. Would make founder be more insane or at the very least more of an anti-hero type character. ♥ slow-burn beauty and the beast tale with Lila. Projects being more insane than he actually is to push her away. ♥ Possibly stalking/watching her when both were at the time commission courtesy of his own powers and the infinite switch board. ♥ Their were three chairs in the bunker with opened alcohol bottles and glasses. Showing he could have had company but with himself. Since he made the Bunker paradox psychosis proof. Most likely to bounce ideas off alternate fives for how to save the world before he threw in the towel in the end. ♥ Perhaps created paradox psychosis as a means of sticking it to his other selves. Five has always been self deprecating as we saw with his adventure with luther. Both trying to kill each other and insult one another. Founder could see what his alternate selves were doing, jealous if they had a happier life with their 'lila' compared to his situation of being stuck at the commission with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Well. More than one world infinite ones due to timelines branching off. ♥ With his mastery over time it could have served as a double edged sword. Slowing down his own time subconsciously. Lila, while able to mimic his abilities, she could have hit her limits. Having to watch her age eventually while he would remain. Maybe worked on finding a way to let his time move so he could reunite with her. In the comics, Five is frozen in time as a ten year old. Never able to grow from that point. The handler was able to freeze time for a couple minutes and she wasn't even the highest ranking person in the commission. Makes sense founder can impart a crumb of his powers. ♥ Founder serving as the battery core of the commission for everything to function. Suitcases leeching off his power, creating custom timelines.

♥ Idea of founder being annoyed with his other self. Jealous if main lila has a relationship already with main five. Might separate him in three bodies. Representing the three parts of his mind while in physical, different ages. Kid five, apocalypse five and 25 year old five at the end of the series. Yet all have the memories of lila and events leading up to what founder did on a whim. Can't stay separated forever since memories or sense of self can be distorted. Just some ideas I have had and other Fivela/live/Fila fans have had when discussing this on Discord <3 Thanks for reading~

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