#dregs as sims

[supersleepyboys]

we neeeeed to get a new laptop chargerrrrr so we can make fun art projectsssss

[kitkatscabinet]

Step into my parlour, said the spider

Stepbro! Simon x reader

Warnings: this one’s kind of deranged. Simon is a fucked up little freak. I mean it when I say this is dark, read with discretion. Implications of murder, and non-con

Word count: 1.5k

Once again 141 server bringing out the worst in me, @chxrryghost @cooliofango see you guys in hell 🫡

Before you, life was a series of dull greys and monochromes, there was no warmth, just cold never-ending darkness that persisted in the form of his father's abuse. That didn’t matter now though, because nothing before you mattered.

Simon is nine years old when the angel (you) starts to live with them, he’s got no clue how his deadbeat of a father managed to finagle another woman into marrying him but he pays little mind to his new step-mum when he has you. 

You’re five years older than him, but you’re not like Tommy or dad at all. You’re kind and you tuck him into bed and give him cuddles and kisses that make him feel all fuzzy inside. You take him to the park and protect him from his dad. You try to hide the dark bruises that litter your skin, a consequence of shielding him, but Simon’s not so naive. 

He grows up hiding in your shadow, falling deeper and deeper into an obsessively deranged love for his saviour, the only person who loves him and treats him kindly. He seethes silently, waiting for the moment he’s big enough to protect you instead. 

By the time you’re sixteen, your mother has split, leaving you behind though you reassure Simon that you’d never have left him anyway. His father’s been out of a job for a while and you’ve been running yourself ragged to support Simon and Tommy. Tommy the bastard that he is doesn't appreciate the work you do and Simon is once again forced to grit his teeth and seethe as he watches you come home every evening like a zombie. Some mornings you don’t even make it to the bed to fall asleep, though Simon’s always waiting, dragging you under the covers before burrowing his way into your side. 

You let yourself get degraded by filthy men that slap your ass and call you names just for a measly tip. You’re one of the prettiest people on the planet which, unfortunately, attracts a lot of attention from the disgusting dregs of society. Boys your age and older, far too old to even consider glancing your way. The few brave enough to hover are always quickly scared off by Simon’s intense glares, and he preens when you pat his hair in thanks.

His dad notices too and Simon comes home from school one afternoon to find the man on top of you, hands wrapped around your neck as you struggle beneath him. A plate shatters over his dad's head and it’s not until Simon is on the floor and his old man is red in face, screaming at him that Simon realises what he’s done. 

You’re screaming and you shove his dad from behind, scooping Simon into your arms with adrenaline-fuelled strength you wouldn’t normally possess and are locking you and him in your shared room. Barricading the door and squishing Simon against you as your breath rattles. 

You fall asleep with Simon nestled against your chest, none the wiser to how his blood chants with the fervour of a thousand men, mine, mine, mine.

The universe finally seems to give you a break after that, his dad leaves the both of you alone and not long after your 18th birthday you get a cushy, well-paying job as a secretary for some hot-shot lawyer. Though Simon gets a little upset when you spend all your money on him, new clothes, new books for school, a GameBoy, whatever he wants. 

Best of all, his dad dies. The alcohol and drugs finally taking their toll on his body. (It’s not until a few years later that he’ll realise you were entirely too calm when the police came knocking. Serving them tea as you pretended to be shocked about the news.)

You get custody of him and Tommy and you move them into a much nicer neighbourhood. Though Simon’s not happy at having his own room and often sneaks back into your bed, knowing that you’ll simply sigh and open your arms for him, letting him snuggle against your chest. 

Simon should’ve known better, should’ve known that his happiness wouldn’t last. It’s not even a year into what you called the start of his new life that he comes home one afternoon from school to find you sobbing into your hands, hair and outfit dishevelled. Though you refuse to give him the details of what happened he manages to put two and two together from the state of your being and the knowledge that you’ve been fired. 

You take up waitressing again but it’s not enough. He’s not sure who ends up reporting it but a few days before his 14th birthday Simon gets taken away from you, no matter how much he kicks and screams. He tries to run away a few times but he’s always found and dragged away from you again. 

You move away not long after, having been offered a once-in-a-lifetime scholarship. Simon tries to understand as you explain through tears, kissing his forehead for the last time. He knows it’s selfish of him to feel betrayed but he can’t help it. Can’t accept that you’re leaving him. He doesn’t cry, instead, he immediately starts plotting. This is just a minor bump in the road, he’ll spend every waking moment until he’s eighteen perfecting his skills and plans and then nothing will keep you apart ever again. 

Time passes by excruciatingly slow, the only positive is that he’d finally grown even further, and had sprouted in height and musculature so much that he fears you might not recognise him. It takes him another extra year to find you, but when he’s twenty-three, with military resources at his disposal he finally, finally sees you again in person. 

You’re still the picture of perfection, clothes hugging your form so tantalisingly that Simon feels his cock throb in the confines of his pants just from seeing you. He steps forward, weaving through the crowd of the market only to stop in his tracks when a man wraps his arms around your midsection. Instead of rebuffing the touch you lean back and smile against him and Simon feels as if the Earth has been pulled from his feet. 

How could you do this to him?

He’s waited so faithfully for you all these years and you’ve replaced him? He watches as you kiss the interloper with a smile and Simon clenches his fists in fury so harshly his palms bleed. How many men had you let into your bed? How long did it take for you to forget him?

The plan’s changed. You’ve forced him into this. It’s not his fault that he’s had to plant cameras throughout your house. It’s not his fault that you’re so tantalising it forces him to break into your house, stealing your used panties to help get himself off. It’s not his fault you force him to learn you and your boyfriend’s schedule and it’s not his fault your scumbag partner doesn’t take his carefully worded hint to leave you. 

Your boyfriend is dead. Unfortunate, but needs must. Simon watches you sob into your pillow, hard as a rock as he imagines licking the tears from your cheeks and decides he can’t wait any longer. 

You’re so distraught that you don’t even notice Simon is in your house, you don’t notice until he swings the bedroom door open and you look up with a scream. He supposes he must make something of a terrifying sight, he’s a large man, and his face is covered by his trademark skull balaclava.

Simon allows you a few seconds to scramble around in panic before he crosses the distance, trapping your back to his chest and groaning as he humps into your ass. You scream, hitting at his arms as the tears start to flow anew and Simon throws you down on the mattress, weighing you down with his bulk. 

“Please, you don’t have to do this” you beg with teary eyes that do nothing but fuel his arousal. He does take pity on you though, restraining your wrists with his right hand and using his left to tug off his mask. He watches as your eyes gradually widen, elation filling his chest as recognition fills them. 

“Simon?” your voice wobbles and his name has never sounded better. Groaning, he rests his forehead against your collarbone, taking calming breaths to stop from cumming then and there. It’s okay though, he’s got all the time in the world now. You’ll spend the rest of your lives together, you’ll never be apart again.

[centrally-unplanned]

Watching Tantacrul's analysis of "Facebook and its discontents", as it were, which is a good video even if I disagree with a bunch of it (I don't assign as much credence to the "social media is causing mental health crises" arguments, even if I am open to them, and am far more skeptical of the case of the "misinformation" proponents). What I do think is valuable is that Tantacrul was himself a large facebook user - not only professionally as a musician and game designer, but personally as one of those people who adopted it in his mid-20's right when it launched. He had the complete prelapsarian experience that Facebook, back when it was a tool and not a platform, was supposed to deliver; getting connected to a bunch of old friends, catching up, and sharing things from your personal life (and even effort posts; people did that on FB back then). While surely people do still have that experience on Facebook, it is a footnote of what it does today - few users are there for that anymore.

What strikes me is that there was something inevitable to the decline of that as a service - it relied sharply on momentum and a specific era. Having everyone join Facebook at the same time created a ton of activity and the easy establishment of community - everyone is here and online all in one place, catching up, so lets share things. But while the idea that one tool would Win The Future and be the ur-platform for everything is ofc the dream of every tech CEO, it isn't the dream of the user. "Everyone" made a Facebook in the late 2000's and at least gave the site a shot, so seeing dozens of friendly faces new and old was possible. But for most users it didn't really stick - I gave up on it in days myself, for others it was months, maybe it was a few years but it "getting old" is baked in. Not because the platform Got Worse, but because look, I can text my friends; I don't care anymore about posting a photo for 100+ people to see. The dirty secret of community everywhere is that if it isn't structural, it is temporary; it doesn't inherently generate endless engagement. Over time, you grow bored.

But you know what does generate endless engagement??

The second pillar of the Early Facebook Experience was the era - the internet was young, and "randos fooling around" was the peak of content. Most people weren't bloggers (the fools), most people weren't autistic enough to troll the dregs of Newgrounds for parody Evangelion dating sims (the absolute fools) - the internet just didn't have that much to do. Which meant the content your friends were posting to their facebook wall was as good as anything, right? Their Hot Take on the end of the Second Intifada ("this is a real opportunity for peace in the region") seemed worthy of several dozen back-and-forth debates in the comments. What this model could not anticipate is that its own success in generating online revenue streams meant that professionals would rise to meet the demand of the attention economy, far better than your friends could. Obviously Facebook-as-platform was a perfectly viable place to Share Content, but you do enough of that and someone's graduation photos seem a bit pedestrian in comparison. And again you can just text your friends - Facebook just isn't a good enough medium for all this.

I do think when people look at "the history of website X", there tends to be a lot of focus on the corporate management as the locus for change - the "pivot to video" for ad revenue or whatever. And certainly that is part of the story - I bet Facebook could have, if it had no ambition, stayed a site for people to see what their friends were up to. But that story is the story of website with declining engagement, with less people signing up new accounts as they are busy already on Tiktok, and active users dialing in less than they did. Maybe still better than the current status quo? Possibly, that isn't a debate I am interested in here. Just saying that change is inevitable in these kinds of places.

[schrodingerscal]

Fuck OFF with hogwarts AUs for different shows. It’s overused and and cheesy.

Instead of Hogwarts houses, why don’t you assign characters different PJO Godly parents? Or Grishaverse Grisha types??? Or what TMA fear entity they would be an avatar of???? There are so many types of sorting, with much cooler backgrounds.

I personally think that these characters would specifically be:

Izuku Midoriya: Child of Athena, no doubt. Probably either an Avatar of the Lonely (pre-season one)(season six) or the Eye.

Melanie King is a Heartrender Grisha, and a Child of either Ares or Hermes.

Mina Ashido is 100% a Daughter of Aphrodite, and either a Tailor or a Tidemaker. She would probably be an avatar of the Vast or the Corruption.

Kaz Brekker is a either child of Hermes or Athena, and an Avatar of the Web

Nina Zenik is a daughter of Aphrodite, and and Avatar of the Flesh or the End

Nico Di Angelo is a corpsewitch, and either an avatar of the End, Dark, or Lonely

The Hunters of Artemis are avatars of the Hunt (duh), with Thalia being a squaller and Bianca being either a corpsewitch or a heartrender

Percy Jackson is an avatar of the Vast and a tidemaker, and Annabeth is an avatar of the Eye or the Web, as well as an Alkemi

Jason Grace is an avatar of the Vast and a Squaller, and Leo Valdez is an avatar of the Lonely or the Desolation, and an Inferni or Durast

Katsuki Bakugou is an avatar of the Desolation, and an Inferni. He’s also definitely a child of Ares

Georgie Barker is a child of Hades and an Inferni

Charlie Morningstar is a child of Hades (also duh) but hangs out with the Iris kids. She’s also an Inferni

Clarisse La Rue is an avatar of the Slaughter and a Drüskelle turned Dregs member

Jonathan Sims is a child of Athena, Martin Blackwood is a child of Iris and a squaller, Tim is a child of Hermes and an Inferni, Sasha is a child of Janus and a champion of Hestia, alwell as a durast

Nikola Orsenov is a Tailor, Annabelle Cane is a child of Arachne or Hecate, Jane Prentiss is a heartrender and child of Demeter, Jared Hopworth is a tailor and child of Hephaestus, Helen and Michael are children of Dionysus and Tailors, with Micheal Shelly being a child of Nephele, and Helen Richardson being a child of Athena

Daisy Tonner and Basira Hussain are both ex-drüskelles, with Daisy being a child of Ares and Basira being a child of Nemesis

Himiko Toga is an avatar of the hunt, a child of Eris and a corpsewitch, Twice is a child of Janus and avatar of the spiral, Dabi is an Inferni and child of Nemesis, Tomura is a child of Lyssa and a heartrender, as well as an avatar of the slaughter, Mr Compress is a child of Hecate and an Alkemi

I may add more in the future!!! If anyone has anymore ideas then pls tell me

[lostinpleasantview]

Sick? Injured? Unable to work? Pleasantview's new Benefit and Employment Center is here to help. Recently launched as the flagship of Mayor Hatfield's Uplift Initiative as part of her Ten Point Economic Plan, with the goal of simplifying and streamlining access to social benefits for eligible Sims while providing access to the tools for Sims to reenter the workforce on their own terms. Childcare is provided for applicants while they are onsite. Supporters of Mayor Hatfield's Uplift Initiative claim that these new Benefit and Employment Centers will assist those most in need—such as single parents with young children. Opponents claim the opposite—claiming bombastically that the mayor is merely coddling Pleasantview's dregs er, citizens—and that these so-called benefit centers will breed a new culture of moochers and layabouts.

City Councilman Ambrose Elias Patooty IV, noted curmudgeon and centenarian stated in a comment to Pleasantview News Center (PVNC) that: "Once again, Mayor Hatfield has shown the citizens of Pleasantview that she is a tax and spend liberal like her bedfellows within the... whatever party she's part of! Today she hands out money to all those who ask for it; tomorrow she will give homosexual amphibians the same rights as you and I! It is OUR children—well, not MY children, my children are grown and have the benefit of a trust fund—who shall foot the bill down the line for the mayor's so-called generosity. There is nothing wrong with grit and hard work! Our citizens don't need a handout, what they need is for Mayor Hatfield to reopen the MINES! ...What do you mean, the mines closed down eighty years ago? I have no idea what you're talking about. Who are you and why are you in my office?"

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 92: A Captainly Conversation

While Luigi and Noemi were telling her family about their pregnancy, his co-captain’s gestation ended with the delivery of a healthy baby boy. 

The two had long ago arranged for Luigi to pick up the slack as sole team leader while his friend was recovering from surgery. Even though the extra work and his own baby prep stole the very last dregs of his free time, he jumped wholeheartedly into running the team. 

Luigi was feeling quite proud of his preparations, wishing that Beau was there to see how well his first solo meeting was going, when a text arrived. He followed the instructions for adding his buddy's laptop to the LAN remotely and soon his co-captain was spectating matches over voice chat.

It was clear Beau wasn’t just “phoning it in” either, as he popped in and out of games and private chats, mentoring their newest players all night.

“He certainly isn’t acting like someone still on painkillers” Luigi thought, right before another message popped up, this time asking for “the honor of an audience with His Highness tonight in my chambers (Post Birth Recovery Ward, Suite 3).” Sighing, Luigi let Noemi know he’d be home late.

Thanking his past self for the Seldom Sleepy trait that made that night’s visit bearable and the following day less of a concern, Luigi found Room 3 at last. He was surprised to see Beau still hard at play, rapidly pounding the life out of the opposing team of some random internet matchup.

“Your pardon, your grace, I’ll be with you as soon as these guys realize they’re completely outmatched and surrender.”

Sure enough, the game soon wrapped up, and Beau hit the restroom before gingerly lowering himself to join his friend on the small visitor couch.

Luigi couldn’t keep his curiosity in check. “Aren’t you supposed to be taking it easy? I thought they just got done gutting you like a fish!?”

“Eh, the surgery went off without a hitch, and honestly, the recovery isn’t nearly as painful as the BOREDOM! I’m stuck in this stupid room, and my wife is too busy between her job, her candle making, and taking care of baby Bruce to come visit. I’m dying in here!”, his friend whined.

Luigi suppressed a surge of annoyance. They could easily have caught up virtually, but clearly Beau was starved for company. Besides, now that he was here, with a new father eager to talk, maybe he could gain some insight into his own concerns about becoming a dad.

“Actually, since we’ve got some time to chat, I did have something I wanted your advice on.” Beau was by no means the first sim that came to Luigi’s mind as someone to confide in or dispense wisdom, but he did just get direct experience in juggling the demands of school, e-sports, and pregnancy. 

“Noemi and I haven’t told many folks other than our families yet, but…” he was interrupted by a sudden explosion of laughter as his friend exclaimed

“Oh my stars! You… I mean Noemi’s pregnant, isn’t she? His highness is going to have a little heir to the throne running around soon, huh?"

At Luigi’s confirming nod, Beau told him in a more serious tone “Well congratulations to you both, then. Adding a pregnancy on top of everything else was challenging, but nothing worth doing is ever easy. One foot in front of the other, over and over, is the only way to get to the finish line.”

He went on “Thanks for stepping up with all the prep work for tonight’s practice by the way. I’ll do the same for you when your little one comes.”

Luigi replied, “We’ll all be graduated before my baby arrives, but that’s the thing. I know how to prep for a game, for a class, for a meeting, but I feel lost when it comes to prepping for a child. I’m going from being a pro to being a complete noob, and I hate it. I don’t want to be a failure as a dad.”

“Well, I’ve only gotten to hold Bruce for a few hours so far, but you know he’s not really my first kid. When I married Brianne, I became a father to her daughter Bailey, much to her embarrassment. Parenting a teen isn’t easy, but I have a good partner, and got great advice.”

He looked firmly at Luigi and continued: “The number one thing you need to remember is that it isn’t about YOU. The only victory condition in parenting is when THEY win, and the best you can do is to help them along and don’t let your pride make it harder on them.”

They chatted a bit longer before Luigi eventually took his leave, thanking Beau for his advice and wishing him a speedy recovery. 

As he headed towards the exit, he reflected on what Beau had said. It wasn't all about him anymore, and Luigi realized why hearing that had hit a nerve. Although he'd always been happiest when he was in a relationship, managing to put his significant others first or, to be honest, even reliably near the top of his priority list, had always been a struggle. Someone brand new to the world would need a lot more from him! 

Could he shift his focus enough to provide his son or daughter with the care and attention they deserved and required? He honestly wasn't sure, but he knew that whether he liked it or not the time was fast approaching when he would have to give it his best shot.

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[bunnytalksf1]

narratives to look for ahead of Silverstone

It's the British Grand Prix this week! Home race for three (four) drivers on the grid, and a home race for McLaren and Aston Martin, although many other teams have the majority of staff and headquarters in England: Mercedes (Brackley), Red Bull (Milton Keynes) and Alpine (Enstone).

So this is a big one!

Red Bull vs. McLaren:

These two teams are firmly situated at the top of the grid, unless Leclerc or the Mercedes drivers pull off a miracle in qualifying. With Perez's consistent underperformance, Red Bull continue to slip down the order little by little. Both Mercedes and McLaren outscored RBR in Austria on GP day (I'm ignoring the sprint because too many damn things happened). McLaren were INCREDIBLY strong here last year, and RedBull are bringing upgrades. The gap between them is/was small, particularly in the highspeed and in late stages of the race where the McLaren is low on fuel.

Verstappen v. Norris:

Norris is P2 in the drivers' championship, but after Austria, Verstappen is eighty one points clear. Leclerc is only six points behind in P3. It's not a mathematically unbridgeable distance, and the championship isn't over until it's over, but this is crunch time. Norris needs to outscore Verstappen in this round to keep the battle alive, and also partially to save his reputation. His overtaking attempts were clumsy divebombs. Under pressure in the sprint, he fumbled the attempt too. He has a win under his belt, but it was lucky. He needs to show what he's truly capable of, and he needs to do it under pressure. McLaren are fast, and he can win this GP, but it will be a tall order.

There's also the matter of mindset, and seperating on-track and off-track, something which Norris has shown he is incredibly bad at doing with his comments to the press. The social media storm is only going to get worse this week!

Ferrari's struggles:

Their upgrades haven't worked as simulated. Tyre management and getting their tyres into the right window is a huge struggle, leading to a VERY tempremental car. That being said the pitwall strategy, particularly during qualifying, has been shocking in the last few races (since Canada). With Leclerc's quali pace compromised at a track he is historically successful at, it will be interesting to see how they manage this and conduct damage control. Most of their struggles are in qualifying. If they can pull a miracle, they can fight at the front, although I would say this is, obviously, unlikely.

(Potentially they also have the dregs of their upgrade package coming here, although we won't find out until Thursday/Friday)

Mercedes:

It's a home GP for both their drivers, and Silverstone is one of Hamilton's strongest tracks. If either of them can pull a miracle in quali, they'll be in the mix for a podium: their race pace is NOT bad. They've been slightly under the radar with the McLarens and RedBulls gouging each other's eyes out, and with the amount of media attention on Norris, Verstappen and Ferrari right now, but they're quietly improving.

Contract Talk (!!):

Sainz is still acting as a stopper for any real advances being made in terms of finalising contracts, but there's a couple of things emerging:

Bearman is rumoured to have signed for Haas, and he's driving this weekend in F2, at his home race.

Lawson is rumoured to be released from his RBR contract in September. He's been linked to Audi, outside of RBR, and his future is looking incredibly precarious right now. He'll be in the garage this weekend, likely, and has been providing a lot of insight as a sim driver.

There's also rumours of Newey to Aston Martin nearly being finalised, and Mattia Binotto linked to Alpine. Just things to keep an eye on.

Have a good race weekend guys! I for sure won't!

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

A Final Solace

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/n1OSfrc by 23WholeSpiders The last dregs of Jon’s humanity seep into his thoughts the night before it all ends. Guilt holds him tighter than Martin ever could, and that’s why he has to do it. A look into Jon’s thought process before MAG 200, and why he felt he had to go through with killing Jonah himself. Words: 1231, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Brief mentions of Jonah Magnus, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Needs a Hug, Martin Blackwood Needs a Hug, Martin is just asleep the whole time though, Angst, Determination, marching toward the end, Spoilers, This is about the night before the last episode read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/n1OSfrc

[pixeldolly]

SWAT - Round 1 - Smith

The Sixamese being a telepathic species, a great deal of their technology was built around it. PT9′s ship, for example, did not have any manual controls for flying - it was piloted using one’s mind, and was the reason why no human had been able to get it up into the sky again. 

The ship was equipped with other devices too: reclamation vats that broke down waste matter and converted it into many things - food, fuel - “brain food” that the crew used to power their mental abilities via neural enhancers. 

Scavenged parts from several of these apparatuses were hidden in PT9′s shed, modified to serve a different purpose:  repairing the harmful effects of the planet’s sun on his physiology. The largest had originally been a stasis chamber, which could sustain a Pollination Technician or Colony Drone for centuries during the long interstellar voyages. 

The ship had its own, vast power core, but on Sim Earth, PT9 had needed to find an...alternative energy source.

Human beings fit the bill quite nicely - the young, healthy ones in particular. Their bodies were rendered down to the molecular level, and the energy was transmitted to an innocuous-looking device that plugged directly into the brain. Then, it relied on PT9′s psionic abilities to work its magic on the rest of his body.

The process was quite efficient, considering the machine was jury-rigged, highly experimental and practically held together with duct tape and string. Frankly, PT9 was amazed it still worked, even after all those years - very little waste matter was produced at all.

A rush of vigor and what could only be described as well-being flooded his body as the energy transfer was complete, a high like no other. He relished it like someone dying of thirst relishes a drink of water, or a drowning victim surfacing for a gulp of air to ease their burning lungs.

He felt younger, stronger, lighter, full of energy and zest for life. More like...his old self.

The dregs would be preserved, used for other purposes; nothing would be wasted. Everyone in Strangetown admired his award-winning roses and begonias, that grew lush and vital despite the desert climate, surrounded by a lawn so green, that at first glance it looked unnatural. 

Green, like the light seeping from the locked shed where none entered except him.

Well; none that ever came out again.

[warrenwoodhouse]

English Class Answers - Bully Guide (Game Guides) (Guides)

List of all of the answers for English Class in the game.

ENGLISH CLASS 1

ELM

LOW

MEW

MOW

OWE

OWL

WOE

MEOW

MEWL

MOLE

MOLL

WELL

MELLOW

ENGLISH CLASS 2

22 words to find. You can even spell out a rude word for some additional dialogue from the teacher (Easter Egg).

FIG

FIT

HIS

HIT

HITS

IFS

ITS

SIT

FIGS

FISH

FITS

FIST

GIT (another rude word, Easter Egg dialogue given by teacher. This is one I found)

GIFT

GIFTS

GIST

SIFT

SIGH

S**T (spells out rude word, Easter Egg dialogue given by teacher)

THIS

SIGHT

SHIFT

FIGHT

FIGHTS

ENGLISH CLASS 3

ELM

LEI

LIE

MIL

ELMS

ISLE

LEIS

LESS

LIES

LIME

MESS

MILE

MISE

MISS

SEMI

SLIM

SLIMS

ISLES

LIMES

MILES

SEISM

SEMIS

SLIME

SMILE

SLIMES

SMILES

SIM

SIMS

ISMS

ENGLISH CLASS 4

CRAYON

CRONY

CORNY

RAYON

ANY

ARC

CAN

CAR

CAY

CORN

CORY

COY

CRY

NAY

NOR

OAR

ORCA

RAN

RAY

ROC

RYA

YON

CRAN

CYAN

NARC

RACY

ROAN

YARN

CARNY

CORP

CON

ACORN

ENGLISH CLASS 5

AGE

ARE

EAR

EGG

ERA

ERG

DAG

GAD

GAG

GAR

RAD

RAG

RED

AGED

DARE

DEAR

DRAG

DREG

EGAD

GAGE

GEAR

GRAD

RAGE

READ

AGGER

GAGER

GRADE

RAGED

DAGGER

RAGGED

Changelog

14th August 2024 at 10:28 am: Updated the list with new answers for each class

5th September 2023 at 1:50 pm: Updated the list with new answers for each class

30th July 2023 at 6:00 am: Moved post to my Tumblr blog from my FANDOM blog

20th January 2019 at 7:45 pm: Moved post to my FANDOM blog from my Blogger blog

12th June 2011 at 8:35 am: Created post

[leam1983]

Recombinating...

Recombinant gene strands analyzed.

Protein folding successful.

Inserting new genetic structure into host organism...

Insertion complete.

Brain_Gremlin_4.0 Iteration gestating. Release planned in six hours, thirty-seven minutes and forty-two seconds. All containment measures holding.

All containment measures holding.

All containment

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What they don't know is I've got a card holder packed with fingerprints cloned with Scotch tape, my Flipper Zero and something that at least approaches workable charisma, despite my limp. I couldn't outrun the guards to save my life, but most of them probably haven't been able to entertain a good conversation in a long while. I should know - night shifts are particularly gruelling. Schmoozing my way free shouldn't be too difficult.

Now, then - to steal someone's car, find something to help me reach the gas and brake pedals and drive back to Montreal without the sight of a wrinkly, bat-eared and child-sized Transgenic abomination freaking the hoi polloi into calling the constabulary...

Did I mention I can't drive? This shouldn't be too hard - all I need is to obey turn signals, keep straight and make sure that my complete lack of respect for human adulthood doesn't show through my pint-sized, grotesque, if occasionally debonair Self. As for finding my way back, well - every guard conveniently has a GPS-enabled cell phone, which I can use once I've acquired a burner SIM card from, oh - practically any drugstore that also packs personal electronics...

Don't ask, this is Quebec. There's a ton of those here; I could buy myself a mid-range laptop while stocking on snacks for the road and First Aid essentials! Add a gun and some rounds to the mix and you'd swear I'm down past State lines!

What's that you say - traced purchases? Oh, please. Take a good look at me and tell me anyone would believe a teenaged cashier saying an unfailingly polite Hellspawn with an adorable little cardigan vest walked out of a Jean Coutu pharmacy with an entry-level ASUS laptop, a pack of Chips Ahoy, some ibuprofen and some gauze. They'd sooner ask the kid at which chapter of the SDQC he first stopped...

Hm. Food for thought - stock up on edibles. Not for myself, but to plant on any credible enjoyers of fine greenery that may or may not serve as accessories to my escape.

As for Walt and Sarah? They've both known for a while, now, but I'm confident the hallucinogenics I workshopped at the lab should keep most of everyone else in the Gay Quarter from seeing me as anything other than Dan, Boilerplate Human Non-Extraordinaire. A little fluoride, a little lab-produced mezcal derivative with designer nootropic compounds designed to trigger and sustain specific character-based hallucinations - you might as well say I'm doing the city's dentists a favor!

Aaah, this is the life, ladies and gents - wailing sirens from befuddled rent-a-cops trailing behind me, my stolen shortwave CB radio sputtering tales of generalized scientific hubris and institutional incompetence, the countryside's smell of potato shacks and dung heaps simmering in the dregs of the early summer heat...

Oh, and the invariable tales that'll crop up on r/nosleep, too. I always end up as someone's perfect image for a sleep paralysis demon, somehow... Go figure, eh?

Once more around the maypole for this freak of Science and Godless Nature combined - how exciting!

[jazzytrait]

🐸 and 🌸 for the ask game!

It's Anna! Hallooooooo! I hope you're having a wonderful day. 🌻

🐸 Describe your aesthetic. This is tough. I feel like I go in so many directions. If I go for the things I generally prefer to build and/or create in spaces like The Sims... We can call it "artistic trash". I love things like trailers, trailer parks, junk yards, dingy dive bars, underground punk clubs... basically anything that's like "These are the dregs, friend". Moonwood Mill is definitely my vibe. I come by this pretty naturally as I grew up in backwoods white trash Louisiana in a house that was actively rotting out from under us and a few dead cars with weeds growing out of them in the yard. I live in Southern suburbia now and spent a lot of time in some really nice areas of the Pac NW, but I still have a soft spot for that simple give no fucks kinda living.

🌸 Best compliment you ever received? This is really hard. Because of my medication, I have issues with memory loss. I'm basically a goldfish these days. So... we have to go for long term memory cause that's alllll I got. Somebody once stopped me going into a show in Seattle (years ago) and told me that I looked like I belonged on a magazine cover. As someone who has always struggled with self-image and hating my body, I was thrilled! I had just lost about 80 pounds and was really putting effort into my appearance at the time. It basically told me that I have the ability to look as good as I want to with the right amount of give a fuck and I was in no way as much of a joke as I always thought. These days, I'm about 10 years older and my give a fuck has all run out. I haven't dyed or cut my hair in over a year and half and I only change out of pajamas to leave the house to run errands (a lifestyle I love!).

Ask a question!

[kalpasio]

An Engineer's Dream

Nap of Your Dreams

A Kalpas x Reader angst fic, chapter 4 below!

Walking down the hall to the Elysian Realm, your eyes were barely open, and the grip on your coffee was barely enough to keep it from slipping. Hare’s plan had fallen behind schedule, so Grey Serpent had called you back to your regular duties for the past week, pushing everyone to catch up. Aponia would probably send you several messages about taking care of yourself, if she didn’t outright lock you out of the system. And just this once, you agreed with her. You weren’t going down to the Realm to do more work, you were looking to spend the next three hours passed out on the couch.

Tipping your head back, you drank the final dregs of caffeine, hoping it would be enough to take you the few steps from the door to the lounge. Kalpas probably said something about your haggard appearance, but you completely tuned him out and dropped your cup in the trash. Shuffling over to the couch, you pried your eyes open enough to see there was someone in the way. You grumbled a ‘move’ that even you couldn’t make out and waited a whole two seconds before laying down anyway.

Kalpas could yell all he liked—and he did—but you were out like a light. Though you were unaware of it, you had just fallen with your head on his lap, his thighs now good for more than just looking nice. If it had really bothered him, Kalpas easily could have shoved you onto the floor and you wouldn’t even have stirred. Instead, he quit complaining and sat there sulking. An hour or so later, he was still in the exact same position, and the first thing Sakura saw.

Her appearance immediately caught Kalpas’ attention, his head snapping up to look at his friend. She gave him a smile before bringing her brows together and looking at you silently. There was a shrug, a scoff, and then he was looking away as though to say, ‘not my fault.’ When he spoke, one of Sakura’s ears flinched, worried about waking you, but Kalpas seemed unconcerned.

“They decided to lay down here. I was here first. They can go find their own couch.”

“You could move to another part of the couch,” Sakura spoke quietly while eyeing the literal meters of open seating available. There was another scoff in response, and she shrugged before taking some of the space for herself. It took several carefully crafted questions before she made any progress on understanding who you are, and through the whole thing, you didn’t budge.

It wasn’t until your phone went off several hours later, that you woke. Slamming your hand on top of the device, you gave an angry ‘hello’ that would have most hanging up. Unfortunately, the Grey Serpent calling you didn’t care about your grumpiness. Before you’d fully woken up, you were ordered to head back upstairs to help fix a mistake another engineer had made. The call ended without you having a chance to complain, causing you to turn your head and scream into your pillow.

At least until your pillow told you to stop. It took a few seconds for your brain to come to the conclusion that, no, your pillows don’t normally talk to you, and that hearing voices in your head would be safer than whatever you had gotten yourself into. Scrambling back, you saw Kalpas glaring at you, and someone new quietly laughing at the scene. All you could do was hope. Hope that she was a sim and not some random coworker, and that you weren’t about to end up dead.

It seemed that luck was on your side, just this once. Not only did the stranger introduce herself as Sakura, one of the thirteen Flame Chasers, she stopped Kalpas from lunging at you, and casually suggested you head to work. Not one to stand around and get killed, you took her advice and booked it out of the Elysian Realm.

“Typically, we give signets to successors we deem worthy. Seeing as how half of the Realm isn’t functional right now, I see no reason not to answer your questions instead.” Sakura always seemed to speak in a smooth tone, yet you could tell she herself was as sharp as they come. Kalpas might burn you to a crisp or beat you to a pulp, but the MANTIS in front of you could cut off your arm without you even noticing.

Speaking of ‘burning to a crisp,’ the Elysian Realm’s resident angry man was staring at you as though his gaze alone could cause you to catch fire—which wasn’t entirely out of question. Sakura had been speaking with him by the large table on the opposite side of the hall from the lounge. When you came in, she called you over and hid a slight laugh while explaining what they had been talking about. Apparently, refusing to be helpful was just Kalpas being Kalpas, and most other Flame Chasers—Sakura included—were much more willing to tell you what was going on.

“Though,” she hesitated a moment. “My knowledge may not be as complete as the others.” At your confused expression, she continued, “I was the first to stop receiving updates to my sim, so most of what I know about the end is from the others.”

“I’m sorry,” you felt bad bringing up such unpleasant memories, even if it was unintentional. Clearly there was more to it than the ninja let on, but you certainly weren’t going to push right now.

“It’s well in the past,” she brushed off your apology without a single change in her face. Kalpas seemed more upset than her, his glare harsher than before. You had a mountain of questions, but they could wait. Giving a look to both MANTISes, you excused yourself to the workshop, taking a moment to breathe and sort your thoughts.

Sakura was more willing to talk than you expected. The next day when you were eating lunch, she sat with you while Kalpas stood off to the side brooding. That day you learned about Cocoon, and what Fire Moth was really trying to do. You learned how Sakura got her—very cute—ears, and how she met Kalpas and Aponia. When she mentioned the Deep End, she sent several glances to her friend, but he remained silent as you both spoke. Eventually, he kicked you out, angrily asking why you weren’t getting your work done, which only made you roll your eyes. Everyday after that, however, you got a history lesson, and slowly the Elysian Realm became a real place and not just an abandoned hall.

All the projectors in the main room were fixed, only the ones for Helixcraft—the official name of the workshop you’d taken over—remained broken. That was intentional. Anytime you came out to install a repaired unit, Kalpas was following you, and either harassing you about your work, or demanding you fight him. Even Sakura couldn’t stop him, so you found refuge in the shop. That didn’t mean Kalpas wasn’t outside the door while you worked, but at least he wasn’t in the room with you.

Varsha’s program was diligently chipping away at the corruption in the Flame Chaser files, while you got to work repairing the battlegrounds. This part you were actually glad to have Kalpas around for. More than once, malfunctioning mechs had started running towards you while you stood high on a ladder working.

Having your own bodyguard meant you didn’t get smushed like a pancake, and he got the fight he’d been asking for—a win-win in your book. Sakura was also happy to have him out of her hair for a few minutes. She could leave to have some space, but invariably, Kalpas would complain about her absence, making the small bit of peace more a pain than it was worth.

You were just leaving the battlegrounds for lunch when the third sim appeared. Kalpas laughed when he saw who it was, and practically doubled over when you tensed up beside him. Kevin, the first Flame Chaser, and leader of World Serpent stood before you, expression blank as always while he spoke with Sakura as though the two had held thousands of conversations before. He was quite possibly the last person you wanted to see. For as much as he laughed at you, once he recognized your apprehension, Kalpas didn’t waste a second in telling Kevin to scram.

“Who the hell invited you?” he angrily questioned. Lifeless blue eyes bored into you for just long enough to send a chill down your spine before there was a wall of heat separating you both. Licks of flame reach towards you as Kalpas spoke again, much louder this time. “Fuck off!”

By the time you were able to sidestep him and see around his broad shoulders, Kevin was gone. Sakura looked just as confused as you did, but with the other MOTH gone, all the heat in the room dispersed.

“Kevin is back, I gather,” you sighed wearily and sat on the edge of the platform to the battlegrounds while your personal shield left to sit on the couch. Sakura sighed and leaned with her back against the glass separating the lounge from the rest of the hall so she could see you. “I suppose I’ll have to talk to him eventually.” Tiredly, you rubbed your face with both hands before bringing your elbows to your lap and holding your head.

“No,” Kalpas scoffed without even glancing at you. “Tell him to go away if you don’t want to talk to him.”

“I think that only works for you,” Sakura pointed out and you groaned into your hands.

“Not my problem. He’ll be nothing but ash by the end of the week.” Laughter filled the room, and Sakura shook her head at your shocked look.

“He just wants to spar. They won’t kill each other.” That…wasn’t particularly comforting. The two could probably destroy the entire Realm if they wanted to, and you had put a lot of work into cleaning the place up. Plus, your actual job was only a few meters above and you’d like to keep that intact as well.

Stressed and tired, you left hoping that the hall would still be there when you came back in the morning. The next few days you remained on edge, waiting for the inevitable conversation. When it happened, Kevin kept it brief.

“You work for World Serpent?” he phrased it as a question, but it was clearly a statement. If context clues didn’t tell him the answer, then the uniform plastered with their insignia certainly did.

“Yes,” you hesitated, unsure whether you should still be calling him ‘sire’ here. Not that you’d ever spoken to him before.

“I sent you here?”

“No.” The only thing keeping you sane was your refusal to meet the icy stare, and the fact that you knew he couldn’t enter Helixcraft. Surely you were dead the moment you stepped outside, but for now you were safe.

“Who sent you?” The complete indifference in Kevin’s voice was worse than if he were shouting at you; it felt like you were being interrogated.

“No one. Found it myself,” dropping a screw, you swore under your breath and took a second to calm down before fishing the piece out. “Grey Serpent allows me to stay down here when I’m not needed.”

It was silent after you spoke, and you couldn’t tell if he was satisfied with your answer, thinking, or simply bored and had left. Well over a minute passed with you shuffling parts around and refusing to look up to check. Then he spoke. “Don’t waste your time here,” you froze at the words. “This place is a mausoleum. It’s best left for the dead.” The only sound you heard was the soft movement of his coat against the stairs, and metal falling from your hands.

Wild how sometimes I'm typing and I'll go "ooh I should use this word," and then I look at what I wrote and it's the same word. Almost like I am the same person. hhhhhh

[in-my-fiend-era]

i had to restart my dissertation from scratch because i wouldn't be able to finish the original one under lockdown conditions. my upstairs neighbors had a baby in April 2020 and the walls were so thin i could hear when it got hiccups. my very last grad school course, that i'd already been clutching onto for dear life because i've been in college since 2007 and i didn't (don't) know how to exist outside of syllabi and required reading and due dates, was cancelled unceremoniously. i was trapped for a year in cement block student housing with suicidal depression, anxiety, and the impending threat of homelessness. i had to give up main custody of my child to her other parent because i couldn't take the stress. in 2020 i played 300 hours of the sims 4 between June and July alone. i started worshipping satan.

minimal effect? minimal? whatever sad dregs of mental health that i had in march 2020 are long gone.

[todaysbiggesthits]

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[itsjesperfahey]

the sims 4: the dregs series

hello everyone i remade the dregs in the sims :)

i might do a little series on them, to keep you updated on their sim lives!!!