#gambling id pack

[birdbrain-npts]

Gambling ID Pack

Pt: Gambling ID Pack /end pt

Names: Ace, Blackjack, Caecus, Cecelia, Cecillia, Celia, Chance, Chip, Club, Célia, Diamond, Dice, Glutton, Greed, Heart, House, Jack, Jackie, Jackpot, Joker, King, Lights, Luck, Lucky, Mammon, Neon, Odds, Queen, Roulette, Ruler, Seven, Sin, Spade, Tyche, Vegas

Pronouns: a/ace, ace/aces, blackjack/blackjacks, card/cards, ching/chings, clu/club, club/clubs, di/dice, dia/diamond, diamond/dimaonds, dice/dices, gamble/gambles, gambler/gamblers, gold/golds, heart/hearts, house/houses, jack/pot, jackpot/jackpots, jester/jesters, king/kings, luck/lucks, poke/poker, poker/pokers, queen/queens, rich/riches, rig/rigged, rigged/rigged, rou/roulette, roulette/roulettes, royal/royals, ruler/royals, silver/silvers, slot/slotsa, spade/spades, ♠️/♠️s, ♣️/♣️s, ♥️/♥️s, ♦️/♦️s, 🃏/🃏s, 🍀/🍀s, 🎰/🎰s, 🎲/🎲s, 👑/👑s, 💎/💎s, 💰/💰s, 🪙/🪙s, 🪞/🪞s

Titles: a frequenter of casinos, a[n un]lucky man / woman, prn that spends too much / gains too little, prn that stacks the chips, prn that the tables, prn who bets [against the odds], prn who folds the cards, prn who is blinded by money, prn who is favored by lady luck, prn who wages their bets, the gambler, the gambling man / woman, the only one to beat the house

Genders: Dicerollgender, Castokentarotaesic, Croupian, Casinoaesic, Luckgreenjackpot, Genderdice, Vegasgender, Reddicegender, Blackdicegender, Clearedicegender, Lucklexic, Pokerial, Luckflipic, Unluckylexic, Luckything, Unluckything, Luckydoxthing, Genderjackpot, Goldjackpot, Silverjackpot, Bronzejackpot

Other id: Casino Conceptkin, Gambelier Attraction, Gambling Xenoscent, luck/lucks, 💎/💎s, ♠️/♠️s, Dissohiluck, Dissololuck, Metal Scented

Text in bold is: Name, Pronouns, Titles, Genders, and Other ids respectively

All term names are links

Requested by Anon

Tagging @id-pack-archive

[splattergai]

would you mind doing an id pack based on gambling and casinos? especially with a lot of xenogenders and terms relating to it? and maybe some usernames

Names: Casino, Jack, Jackpot, Blitz, Roulette, Velvet, Seven, Gold, Silver, Royal, Lucky, Vegas, Bingo, Ace, King, Spade, Baccarat, Poker, Queen, Chip, Platinum, Clover, Strike, Palace, Neon, Diamond, Heart, Sin, Chance, Oasis, Triumph, Red, Token, Domino

3rdpp: luck/lucks, gamble/gambles, rou/rous, roulette/roulettes, card/cards, game/games, win/wins, cash/cashs, spin/spins, bet/bets, cas/casino, neon/neons, light/lights, noise/noises, ca/ching, dice/dices, deal/deals, money/moneys, coin/coins, seven/sevens, king/kings, black/jack, blackjack/blackjacks, black/blacks, red/reds, spade/spades, heart/hearts, diamond/diamonds, queen/queens, ace/aces, shuffe/shuffles, vegas/vegas', ve/gas, ve/ves, suit/suits, chip/chips, token/tokens, to/ken, club/clubs, $/$s, 7/7s, 👑/👑s, ♠/♠s, ♦/♦s, ♣/♣s, ♥/♥s, 🃏/🃏s, 🎰/🎰s, 🎲/🎲s,

Genders: Casinoaesic, dicerollgender, castokentarotaesic, croupian, luckgreedjackpot, vegasgender, genderdice, casitgender, lifegamblic, aceofspadescardic, facecardic, casitopic, arcardian, cardshufflix, cardeckaesic, dicegender, spadesgender, reddicegender, dicething, trickgender, phoscardial, acespadegender, aceheartgender, jokercardgender, casinosoulic, casinocoric

Titles: prn who wins, prn who deals [the cards], the card dealer, the gambler, the one who gambles, prn who gambles, prn who plays games, prn who rolls [the dice]

Usernames: cxrd-dex, casinocxrd, cas1no, lxs-vegas, las-oasis, neon-nevada

[gur0hana]

may we please get some SNPTS/ID pack based on playing cards / a deck of playing cards? specifically the traditional playing card deck; y'know, the one with diamonds/clubs/hearts/spades? we'd pref more neutral/androgynous names but i don't mind either way. if it helps with inspiration, we also like:

casino and casino-adjacent aesthetics

circuses and carnivals

clowns, jesters, and anything adjacent

acrobats and other circus performers

being silly and whimsical but sort of in an ominous way

being nonhuman (specifically a polymorph/shapeshifter that is a demon)

thank u very much!! :oD

CASINO / CIRCUS ID Pack

NAMES

Clown, Pierre/Pierro, Confetti, Sprinkle, Maverick, Pigeon, Triboulet, Commedia, Harlequin, Spade, Jinx, Circus, Pierrot, Max, Mischief, Neo, Nix, Pixel, Pogo, Quirk, Razz, Rebel, Riff, Riot, Rocco

King, Lucky, Ace, Spade, Monte, Apollo, Caeser, Athena, Valentina, Quinn, Vera, Carlo , Clyde, Butch, Jack, Royal, Casi(no), Blitz, Roulette, Velvet, Seven, Chip, Clover, Palace, Neon, Light

PRONOUNS

clown/giggle/joke/jest/balloon/pop/sprinkle/hop/joy/smile/wonder/trick/fool/quip/comic/comedy/bell/circus/muse/show/🤡/✨/🎉/🎊/🎈/🎁/🎠/🎟️/🎡/🎪/🎭/🪄/🃏/🥁/🍿/🍭/🥧/🧃/🛼/🌈

luck/poker/roulette/gamble/dice/casino/spin/card/suit/spade/king/queen/harlequinn/heart/clover/club/diamond/bingo/deal/jackpot/gold/silver/platinum/light/neon/night/🍀/👑/🎲/🎰/♠️/♣️/♥️/♦️/💰/🪙/💸/🍷/🍾/🍸

TITLES

[prn] who brings joy/smiles, [title] of laughter, the sweetest entertainer, prn who performs, the performer, the prankster, the fool, [prn] with a painted smile

[prn] who takes the chance, the (un)lucky one, the one who dances with chance, [prn] who rolls the dice, the one who lives at the casino, [prn] who challenged fate, [prn] who deals (the cards)

IDs

circuscandyic, carnimelodic, sillyjesteric, jestergender, genderfool, swirlygender, decorakeiclowngender, clownthing, clowneocorian, magiclowngirlic, sillyclowngender

casinocoric, casinoaltunic, acecardic, dicegender, cardgender, deckfluid, magicardic, cardaeic, ACE!trappolic

[blackcatruse]

𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰

«prev. ❃ next» ❃ first chapter ❃ m.list ❃ ao3 pairing: r. haitani/fem!reader ↳ she/her, fem descriptors, nickname ❃ chapter synopsis: maybe you shouldn't have told your boss you were on Rokuhara Tandai territory. something about the failed deal is bothering you... word count: 1.3k chapter cw(s): swearing, (implied) death jokes, description of injuries a/n: i will try to update links as best i can. a masterlist will be posted later on! please let me know if any formatting gets wonky, the tumblr post maker doesn't like me :(

The ice pack on your face had melted about an hour ago. Most of the swelling had gone down. You were pretty sure your nose was broken and your face was decorated with colorful bruises. After you had cleaned up and tended to the worst of your injuries, you’d flopped down on your couch and hadn’t moved since. You lifted your arm and stared at your hand. Sunlight dashed across the ceiling and you chuckled bitterly to yourself, thinking about how it looked like you were reaching for hope.

You dropped your arm and looked around at the empty takeout boxes and cans scattered across your living room. How long has it been since you cleaned again? You weren’t really sure. On the coffee table, your phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, you saw that it was from an unknown number. You had to take this call.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? You were supposed to report to the warehouse thirty minutes ago.”

“Good afternoon to you, too, Suzaku,” you replied.

The silence on the other end of the line had you imagining the irritated twitch of your boss’s eyebrow and the clenching of his jaw. You had that effect on people. Being annoying was your specialty.

Your boss said your name, your real name, tightly. “What the hell happened? Yon is demanding another representative. You’re our best shot at this deal. How did you fuck it up?”

“I didn’t,” you said plainly. “You did when you set the rates at what they were. He said his boss would only do business if we lowered our fees and brought our cut down. I wasn’t going to stand for that, but Yon didn’t think I was very persuasive.”

Suzaku sighed. “What do you expect me to tell Kirin?”

Ah yes, your boss’s boss and the head of Wuxing. He only went by his alias and you were sure nobody knew his real name. He had a few gambling dens open in China before he fled the country and tried to take root in Japan. Kirin wasn’t a good man, and you didn’t have to meet him to know that. All you knew is that your brother got into some shit with him, and now you’re here.

“I really don’t expect you to tell him anything,” you said with a shrug. “But where else are they going to go? Our whole specialty is smuggling and keeping things off record. They’d get their asses handed to them if they went to anyone else.”

You’d seen it time and time again. Lower gangs like your own needed to pave their way into the big boy arena, and they could only do that with money. It was how Kirin managed to get in allegiance with Brahman and pay off an executive to not rat out the illegal activities going on under their noses. If the other gangs tried to use someone else or tried running things through anything that wasn’t their territory, you would see neither hide nor hair of the men within a month.

“You worry too much, Suzaku,” you continued. “You’re going to get wrinkle lines and I don’t think your wife or mistresses would like that. Yon said that they were still interested in doing business, just not with me. You could get someone else to do it. Maybe someone from another division?”

“You know you’re the best runner we have.” Suzaku sounded like he was getting teeth pulled. “You’re the only one who can make this work. You know what’ll happen if you don’t hold up your end of the deal.”

It was your turn to frown. “I’ve had several tastes of death in the last twenty-four hours, so please, if you’re going to kill me, don’t tease me.”

“You wish it would be that easy,” Suzaku scoffed. “I can put you back where I pulled you from. Your debts would be paid that way instead.”

Your grip on your phone tightened. You refused to give any hint of fear away. You sat up and bit back a groan of pain. “Give me the ledgers and any information you have from Yon’s boss. I can see what I come up with.”

“Come get them yourself.”

“I would love to, but I had a run-in with the Haitani brothers last night and they really did a number on me.”

There was a deafening silence. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned that you were in Roppongi last night. Well, Suzaku and the others would find out eventually, so there was no use in trying to hide it. You usually don’t tell them where your deals are happening, and they somehow trusted you enough to let you keep your secrets. They only knew the time the deal was happening. If you found yourself in trouble, well, you were on your own no matter which way you looked at it.

“What the hell were you doing on Rokuhara Tandai turf?”

The calm in Suzaku’s voice was not to be misconstrued. You could hear him straining to keep his voice level.

“It’s where Yon wanted to meet,” you told him, matter-of-factly. “He said the deal was off if we didn’t meet in Roppongi.”

“You went to the heart of the Haitani brothers’ territory?”

“You said you wanted this deal to go through by, and I quote, ’Any means necessary’. I wasn’t planning on getting caught by them. I didn’t say anything either, so you can chill the fuck out.”

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, Lotus.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone’s been saying that. Nobody has the balls to kill me though, so I guess you’re stuck with me.”

“I’m surprised they let you go,” Suzaku noted.

“Trust me, I am too.” You slumped down a bit. “Anyway, I’m busy nursing my wounds. Send someone with the information and documents I requested. There’s something I wanna look into.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow. Someone will bring you the documents you need and we’ll plan from there,” Suzaku sounded absolutely defeated. “You better work your magic, Lotus, or I will hand you back over to Byakko.”

You shuddered at the thought. “Don’t worry. If I find what I’m looking for we’ll have a brilliant deal on our hands.”

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[samanthahirr]

The Quartermaster's Mission Holiday

The Quartermaster’s Mission Holiday

Another installment in the continuing series of “Stories Sam Isn’t Writing,” here’s a breezy outline for an alternating POV, 00Q meet-cute and romance set at James Bond’s home in Jamaica. This story takes place in an alternate timeline where Bond retired before Q became the new quartermaster. When M dispatches Q to Jamaica to recruit the former-agent back into MI6's service, a new kind of relationship develops.

Q’s POV: Six months after his promotion to Quartermaster, Q is summoned to a private meeting with M in her office. He assumes she’s going to request a mission-status update for 009, but instead M has a top-secret mission assignment for Q. She’s sending him to Jamaica to get in touch with the former 007, who retired from MI6 a couple years ago, and disappeared without a trace. James Bond’s reputation is legendary; Q has heard plenty of stories about Bond’s lethal exploits and incorrigible charm. And now M says it’s up to Q to convince Bond to return to the service; MI6 needs him back as 007.

This is a ludicrous task for Q—convincing a complete stranger to return to the agency he walked away from years ago! Nevertheless, M insists. She reassures Q that Bond has always had respect for his quartermasters. Her mouth turns up in a private smile. “He likes smart. And you’re the smartest employee I’ve got.” Given no choice in the matter, Q is promptly packed off to Bond’s location—a location so secret that only M knows it, and which Q is forbidden from sharing with anyone—with a promise that M will contact Bond to forewarn him of Q’s coming. 

Bond’s POV: Bond gets a phone call from M informing him she’s calling in an old favor. Bond says, “You don’t have any left.” She laughs, “I still have an infinite number of favors, considering I’m single-handedly keeping the tax office from sniffing out your years of gambling winnings.” Bond snarls with begrudged fondness. 

M tells Bond that her new quartermaster’s identity has been compromised by an enemy faction, and she’s intercepted word of a hit out on him. She’s sending Q off the grid—to Bond—for protection while she eliminates the source of the danger. Q will be covertly shadowed as far as Bond’s door, and then Q’s safety will be Bond’s responsibility. Bond acts pissed off, but he has been feeling restless lately. This mission should spice up the boredom.

Q’s POV: Bond is indeed expecting him when Q arrives at Bond’s waterfront cabin on a secluded, private beach in Jamaica, and Q’s reception goes better than he expected. (He was prepared for Bond to shut him out or threaten to shoot him.) Bond welcomes Q inside and gives him a tour of the small but scenic cabin. Bond isn’t unfriendly, but he lays out strict ground rules for staying in his home, including keeping away from the rear windows, never going more than 50 yards from the cabin alone, and drilling Q on the locations of all the spare guns, etc. 

Q assumes Bond is a paranoid veteran who’s going batty in retirement. Over beers on the dock that first evening, admiring the truly stunning sunset, Q bluntly informs Bond that he’s been sent to recruit Bond back to MI6. Bond scoffs, “No you haven’t.” Q assures Bond that M needs him back as 007. Bond corrects him that M says Q needs protection from an international hit. Q bursts out laughing. Bond assures him that M swears Q’s life is in danger, and Bond is meant to see to Q’s protection for the next short while. 

“That’s even more preposterous than my own mission,” Q marvels. “My god, I must really have been sent to recruit you back, if that’s the story she sold you.” Bond presses Q on his certainty. “I would know if my cover ID had been breached; I have alerts tracking that.” Q dips his toes in the water and sighs. “No, unless she’s lied to both of us, and there’s some secret, third reason for my trip, I’d say my version makes far more sense than yours. For all that my mission seems destined to disappoint her.” Q offers some scathing assessments of Bond’s lack of field readiness, disparages Bond’s fitness, etc. Bond is more than a bit bemused as he watches Q lay into him, recalling a similar conversation with a vivacious brunette 10 years prior.

Alternating POVs: Over the next few days, Bond insists on keeping Q within his sights at all times. They go out fishing on Bond’s yacht and spend time reading, walking the beach, and snorkeling. They discuss Bond’s last mission—the one that drove him to retire. Q makes a few earnest attempts to sell Bond on Q being a good quartermaster, extolling his own intelligence and the kinds of digital support he and his revamped branch offer to agents nowadays. (It would be an easier sell if he’d been permitted to bring any of his MI6 equipment with him. Or if Bond allowed WiFi at his home.) Bond seems to find Q’s earnestness endearing and amusing. And Q is frustrated by Bond’s lack of interest in all things MI6 and his continuing belief in a threat to Q’s life. 

Although, the more time Q spends enjoying the fresh air and sunshine and disturbing lack of technology, the more Q suspects Medical of whispering in M’s ear. He’s received more than a few cautioning lectures about burnout since his appointment as quartermaster, and yes he knows they have a valid point, but there’s simply too much work to do, getting the branch modernized and hiring staff with newer skill sets. The prospect of this “mission” being a mandatory holiday galls, but at the same time it’s putting his recent lack of a personal life into perspective. God knows, he hasn’t even had time to open Grindr since he took the job….

Q and Bond sleep together on day 3, and it's such a thoroughly satisfying experience for both of them that they continue to do so. The less they talk about threats to Q and the merits of MI6, the better they get along, until they start to actually enjoy one another’s company. Bond is surprised to realize that he was perhaps lonely prior to Q’s arrival.

On Day 5, mercenaries actually do come to assassinate Q. Bond kills them with a good deal more skill than Q had expected, living up to his legend and then some. Once the last man is dead, Bond reports the attack to M. Q hacks into the mercenaries’ phones and sends their recent money-transfer records to M. An hour later, M calls back that they’ve identified the mole in MI6 who sold Q out, and she has dispatched another double-0 to eliminate the mole’s foreign handler. Q asks whether it’s safe to return to MI6 now, and she says to give them a couple more days to establish a new cover identity for him. Q asks about his ‘mission’ to recruit Bond. She tells Q to disregard those orders and advises Q to relax: “Medical says you’re due a holiday.” All he can do is laugh at the irony.

Bond and Q dispose of the corpses in an illegal limestone quarry that Bond just so happens to know about, some ten miles inland. They have sex a few more times, including on Bond’s yacht. And now that the threat to Q has passed, Bond drives Q around the island to see the sights. Bond belatedly notices that, while his vigilance naturally ramped up once he took charge of Q’s security, Bond hasn’t truly let his guard down in the two years since he left the service. Always looking over his shoulder, always defensive. What kind of a retirement to civilian life was that?

After two more days, Bond drives Q to the airport, and they say their goodbyes. “Look me up if you’re ever in London,” Q says, and Bond laughs as though he can’t read the sincerity in Q’s eyes. Q nods his acceptance and returns to London well-rested and tanned and with many fond memories of Bond and his tropical paradise retreat. The combination of man and locale could almost have been heaven, if only Q’s cats had been there with him. And if he were allowed to set up a WiFi router.

A week later, Bond seals up his cabin on the cove and takes to the sea, his course set for the UK. He arrives at Q’s door with three suitcases and a saucy grin. He gives a stunned Q a kiss on the cheek in greeting and says, “After letting you crash at my home for a week, I’ve decided you should return the favor.” Q welcomes him in, looks at his three suitcases, and asks, “How long are you planning to stay?” Bond checks around Q’s cottage, confirms there’s no sign of a partner in Q’s life, and pulls Q into a proper kiss, the kind he’s been missing ever since Q left Jamaica. “However long it takes MI6 to find me a new flat.” Q is stunned. “What…you’re back at MI6?” “You were very convincing, Quartermaster.” Q grabs Bond and kisses him passionately. 

The End.

[headmate-gambling]

This blog specializes in alter packs, pk templates, the occasional sp temp, and banners / pfps! This blog will have a heavy focus on alter packs, though!

My leveling system will consist of:

"Placing bets on red." - A basic alter pack, consisting of the normal section of the template.

"Placing bets on black." - A banner or profile picture of your choice, decorated by me!

"Half on red, half on black." - A medium length alter pack, including a pfp.

"All in on red!" - A maximum length alter pack! Will include some extra things depending on my inspiration / creativity for the request.

"All in on black!" - A medium length alter pack, with both a banner and a pfp!

"Deal me in." - A sp or pk template, long templates may take a while. Please keep this in mind when asking for length.

"Dealers choice!" - Creator's choice of an alter pack, will include a banner and pfp by default.

（⭒ ˘ ˘） the crimson dealer has dealt your hand. Let's see..

🩸 ᛝ Names ┈

♠️ ᛝ Pronouns ┈

🩸 ᛝ Genders ┈

♣️ ᛝ Source ┈

🩸 ᛝ Age ┈

♦️ ᛝ Cis IDs ┈

🩸 ᛝ Trans IDs ┈

♥️ ᛝ Para(s) ┈

（⭒ ˘ ˘） Half red and half black? Interesting choice..

🩸 ᛝ Roles ┈

♠️ ᛝ Likes ┈

🩸 ᛝ Dislikes ┈

（⭒ ˘ ˘） Ah, all in on red? Very well then..

♣️ ᛝ Personality ┈

🩸 ᛝ Possible Triggers ┈

♦️ ᛝ Interaction ┈

🩸 ᛝ Description ┈

If you couldn't already tell, I am a c! Quackity (dsmp) & Vincent (Dead plate) mixtive. Though, I stem mainly from a personal au rather than anything else. Perhaps one day I'll make a personal blog, perhaps not. I prefer to be called The Crimson Dealer or The Gambling Vampiress. I use all pronouns, including vamp/vamps, rot/rots, and shi/him.

Ahem. I refuse to do anything N@zi related. That's about it. All sources are welcome, though I am most knowledgeable about Hannibal, DSMP, Some Lifesteal, a good chunk of horror games, Last Life, Double Life, and Secret life. I will do research on any sources I am unfamiliar with.

[dacuslucy]

Clasping your necklace

Zipping your dress

Hands on your waist

Kissing your neck

I love your body

I love your mind

They will change

So will mine

But you are my best guess

At the future

You are my best guess

If I were a gambling man, and I am

You'd be my best bet

Tracing your tan lines

Making you mine

If this doesn't work out

I would lose my mind

And after a while

I will be fine

But I don't wanna be fine

I want you, you

You are my best guess at the future

You are my best guess

If I were a gambling man, and I am

You'd be my best bet

Here is the church

Here is the steeple

You were looking for saints

But you only found people

Ain't that just the way it goes

I watched you fall from grace

You were graceful

After all, it's a small world

You may not be an angel

But you are my girl

You are my pack a day

You are my favorite place

You were my best friend before you were

My best guess at the future

You are my best guess

If I were a gambling man, and I am

You'd be my best bet

You are my best guess at the future

You are my best guess

If I were a gambling man, and I am

You'd be my best bet

IF THIS DOESNT WORK OUT ILL LOSE MY MIND AND AFTER AWHILE ID BE FINE. BUT I DONT WANT TO BE FINE . I WANT YOU . YOU .

[minty-plumbob]

thank you @akitasimblr for tagging me! <3

1. What’s your favourite sims death? electrocution - it's so exaggerated lol

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? maxis match

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? nope!

4. Do you use move objects? sometimes! especially if I want an object in the corner of a room

5. Favorite mod? mc command center <3

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? get to work

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? I think I switch between them?? I mostly pronounce it like LIV mode (in the sims 3 I call the modes: sim, buy, and build...)

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? I had this one vampire sim that lived in a underground mansion. she maxed a ton of skills and aspirations which was fun!

9. Have you made a simself? I tried! but she looked like someone else lol

10. What sim traits do you give yourself? art lover, geek, perfectionist

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? cheese hair <3

12. Favorite EA hair? the laundry day hairstyle with the clip in the back!

13. Favorite life stage? hmm probably young adult - it feels like a fresh start. elder is a close second since I end up attached to them, and I feel like they had a nice(-ish) life

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? I enjoy the gameplay! I like building and adding builds to make the neighborhoods more fun/cute

15. Are you a CC creator? technically lol! but I definitely like playing the game more than creating cc

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? yes! luckily! I have so many lovely mutuals <3

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4) 3 for nostalgia and how comfortable it is for me. but I really love all of the games (I still want to get used to the sims 1)

18. Do you have any sims merch? nope!

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? no, I think I would be stressed to update it...

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? since I started with sims 3 I was used to alpha cc! in the sims 4 I started with alpha cc but there wasn't a lot at the time. I ended up liking how sims 4 looks eventually lol! I've also gotten more used to the cas controls :^)

21. What’s your Origin ID? my username that I created when I was either 10 or 12, for minecraft <3

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? luumia (for default skins) and simmandy (especially for eyes!)

23. How long have you had a simblr? since may last year

24. How do you edit your pictures? I use reshade and crop the screenies. for notifications I crop them, open the image I want to put the notification on in krita, and then apply a layer filter with stroke (dodge light, and 25% opacity).

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? more single and group activities (golf/miniature golf, arcade machines, drums/bass/electric guitar, gambling, etc.)

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? I really love get together still! clubs will always be a favorite of mine

i'll tag~ @beetlemp3 @introvertedfox @gloomlet @simadelics @pixelfruitcake @moonfromearth (feel free to ignore~ 🌻)

[treetownconfessions]

speaking of gacha i had a dream last week(?) that mondomedia made a mobile gacha htf game (there were also lps characters mixed in idk it felt natural at the time. at the dream) and all of the characters were under those gambling gacha card mechanics so youd open a new pack and itd be like "u got toothy ^_^ (common)" and petunia was like rare and flippy was legendary and the games super OP mystical class card was this random fucking htf deviantart looking oc with a top hat and i was like "oh yeah thats him thats the iconic guy" and id opened the comments on the game expecting everyone to also recognize the character like i did somehow but all the comments were like "who the fuck is this guy" "get this shit out of here" and i was like ohhhh :( hes mystical though :(

wrong gatcha

[birdbrain-npts]

The End [TMA] ID Pack

Pt: The End [TMA] ID Pack /end pt

Names: Antonio, Anubis, Azrael, Baker, Banks, Blake, Coroner, Dice, Dream, End, Georgie, Gough, Hades, Hypnos, Justin, Kaey, Ker, Keres, Margaret, Mary, McHugh, Morana, Morpheus, Nathaniel, Oliver, Osiris, Pluto, Pritchard, Somnos, Tellison, Terminus, Thanatos, Thomas, Thorp, Tuva

Pronouns: dead/deaths, death/deaths, dice/dices, dream/dreams, end/ends, gamble/gambles, game/games, grim/grims, immortal/immortals, inevitable/inevitables, nightmare/nightmares, reaper/reapers, root/roots, scythe/scythes, sleep/sleeps, undead/undeads, ⚰️/⚰️s, 🃏/🃏s, 🎲/🎲s, 🪦/🪦s

Titles: avatar of the End, humanity's [ inevitable ] fate / end, prn that comes for all, prn who follows their tendril, prn who gambled / won / lost against death, prn who is marked to die, prn who is wrapped by tendrils, prn who lives in the corpse roots, prn who owns / read the Book of the Dead, prn who owns / read the Catalogue of the Trapped Dead, prn who owns the dice of death, prn who sees when people die, prn who waits, the end that waits, the inevitable, the one that cannot be ignored, the primal fear, the visage of death

Genders: Sillyend, Flagmaend, Archiend, Coinend, Requend, TMA0181502 (SweetArts) Gender, AshSweetEndgender, Endavigender, Beliend, Endbait, Tmaendhunter, TheEndfem, TheEndmasc, Endangel, Enddemon, Thanotophobian, Endbitch, Endfreak, Endloser, Endweirdo, Genderfinalis, Lifegamblic, Deathlexic, Terminesque, Pawnic, Endmagaean, Endential, Endavaic

Other ids: Endipsese, Avatar of the End Occuden, Death Eiment, Avatar of the End, End 4 End, Deaordic, The End Eiment, Satellamortis, TheEndvesil, TheEndperspesque, TheEndvior, TheEndtant, TheEnddernic, TheEndhearthic, TheEndallion, Mortivesil, Entiendum, Deathpower, Blacktendrildernic

Words in bold are Names, Pronouns, Titles, Genders, and Other ids respectively

Tagging @radiomogai and @id-pack-archive

[gender-goth]

SAE NIJIMA (P5) ID PACK

[PT: Sae Nijima (P5) ID Pack /end PT]

Names

[PT: Names /end PT]

Sawyer, Scylla, Val(e), Eva, Ena, Saesha, Saeva, Kei, Yae, Zei, Tyr, Justine, Justesse, Law, Lawra, Lex, Ossa, Neja, Rei, Astraea, Maat

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns /end PT]

casino/casinos, fate/fates, cha/chance, luck/lucks, rig/rigs, rig/rigged, un/unfair, gamble/gambles, law/laws, just/justs, chip/chips, coin/coins, court/courts, judge/judges, judge/judgement, arcana/arcanas, judge(ment)/arcana, defend/defends, defend/defense, thee/thou (im so serious too), legal/legals, test/testimony, case/cases, file/files, jury/jurys

Titles

[PT: Titles /end PT]

The Corrupted Attorney, She* Who Serves Justice With A Harsh Fist, She* Who Takes No Losses (In Court), She* Who Rigs The Court Room, The Public Prosecutor, The Fierce Lawyer, The Judgement Arcana, The Lady Of Justice, The Divine Prosecutor, She* Who Decides / Rigs Your Fate In Court

Labels

[PT: Labels /end PT]

Lawgender, Justiceheroic, Mevirasic, Decorruptica, Inpurifut,

Malifutic [warning to screenreaders, there are mad symbols on this it'll probably fuck your screenreader up 😭]

[azikarue]

Life in Color : Chapter 26 : Pirate

King, Queen | FFN Rating: K+ | FFN Link ❖ “It’s a shame you have a moral compass now; we could be making a killing off of these parts.”

King rolled his eyes at his sister’s rueful remark. He shot a look her way, but she wasn’t paying attention, too busy running her fingers along a tray of attack rings like they were precious jewels. King recognized them at once as her personal collection of favorites from their parts-hunting days, all carefully packed in a custom case. They were one of the last things they’d placed in the storage unit before closing it up. King hadn’t thought he’d see them again so soon.

Though, he hadn’t thought a company like BEGA would come along and lock away all beyblading parts and components behind a membership, either.

“Pack a box and come on,” he ordered, already feeling agitated from the cramped space and his own intentions hanging over his head.

Ever since their stint with Dr. K and their loss against the Bladebreakers, King and Queen had done their best to give up their old ways and battle fairly. King, especially, found himself exhausted by all the dishonesty and the tangled web of lies and half-truths they’d been fed to further Dr. K’s agenda.

In retrospect, he realized that he’d lost sight of the reason he began beyblading in the first place when he started focusing on the parts he had, instead of how far he could push himself in battle. He knew it came from the days when he and Queen used to gamble their own parts in an effort to build the beyblades of their dreams.

Back then, that was the only access they had to top of the line parts. By the time they could buy them on their own, they’d gotten too greedy and preferred to steal what they wanted. It took battling Tyson to make him realize that the parts weren’t what made them good – it was all the battles they fought as they built their collection and the opponents who forced them to level up.

With that realization, the whole BEGA takeover immediately rubbed him the wrong way.

They were putting too much weight on the pro title, handing kids membership cards and telling them that was all they needed when, in reality, it took years of hard work and discipline to reach the top. Refusing to sell parts to anyone without a BEGA ID made things even worse because it made buying parts feel like a luxury. Kids were waving their BEGA cards around and stripping entire shelves of blading gear because they could, but most of them hadn’t fully mastered their beginner blades yet.

Not only that, but it happened too fast. King had learned the hard way what happened when you blindly trusted a loser with an ego making big promises. The ‘moral compass’ Queen made fun of hated seeing a bunch of kids taken advantage of.

And if Tyson wasn’t backing BEGA…

Well, King didn’t consider it a good sign.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Queen sighed. She had a cardboard box in her arms and a bored expression on her face. King knew she thought he was blowing the BEGA thing out of proportion, but at least she agreed to help. Even if part of the reason she did was because she’d get a suped up blade out of the deal; her own case of parts was on top of the box she was carrying.

King sifted through a few more boxes until he was able to put one together that had a decent variety of parts. He closed it up, wincing at the grating sound of cardboard scraping, and hoisted it onto his shoulder. With a nod of his head, Queen followed him out of their storage unit. Her foot only tapped a little bit waiting for him to lock it up.

Back out on the streets, they turned in unison and headed towards the nearest subway station. When they’d gotten the storage unit, King purposefully chose one a handful of stops away from their apartment. He didn’t want it to be inconvenient, but it felt less tempting to pore through their stash of amassed parts if they weren’t right down the street. And, with the reputation they’d garnered for themselves, it was safer to keep most of their parts away from home.

Over the past year of walking the straight and narrow, they hadn’t made a single trip out to the unit, though they paid for it monthly. Instead, they honed their skills with the beyblades they had, replacing parts as needed with the handful they kept laying around.

Carrying the boxes through the city, now, felt illicit.

Queen didn’t seem bothered. When they took their seats on the train, she plucked a lethal-looking attack ring from her collection and twirled it around in her fingers.

“Stop frowning, King,” she said without taking her eyes off the attack ring. “We’re not doing anything illegal and BEGA isn’t combing the streets of Tokyo for unaccounted-for parts.”

King’s frown, ever-present these days, deepened as the doors hissed shut. “Technically, we’re in possession of stolen property,” he said, keeping his voice low even though the only other people in their car had headphones on. “In case you forgot how we have so many parts in the first place.”

Queen just laughed and said, “If you want to get technical about it, they’re winnings. We didn’t steal anything.”

“Tell that to all the kids who ever begged us to let them keep their beyblades,” he shot back, angry at her flippancy. To Queen this might be an amusing jaunt into their past habits, but King felt like they were taking steps backward on a slippery slope. “If all you’re looking to do is get your kicks on a power trip and make other bladers miserable again, then I can do this without you.”

Anger flashed in Queen’s eyes.

King balled his hands into fists on top of the box in his lap and leveled her with a fixed stare.

“I mean it,” he said. “If you want to face off against somebody, make it the cocky bladers who hold their precious BEGA memberships over other people’s heads. I don’t even care if you ask them to put their parts on the line once our stores run low. But these—,” he paused to rap on the top of the box and make sure he had Queen’s attention, “—are for anybody who needs parts but doesn’t have access to them.

“The sport of beyblading isn’t something some company can buy and sell as it pleases. If BEGA wants to limit parts sales to its members, I’ll sell them to everyone else myself at a fraction of the cost.”

Queen sat in stunned silence for a minute. “A fraction?” she asked and raised both of her eyebrows.

“We got them for free,” King reminded her with a halfhearted glare. If there weren’t going to be certain risks and costs involved, he wouldn’t charge at all.

His sister laughed and sat back in her seat.

“You had me at ‘put their parts on the line’,” she said, tossing the attack ring in the air and catching it in her fist. “There are plenty of gullible losers out there buying parts because they have a magic card that lets them. I’d love to take them down a peg.”

King sighed. At least she had spirit. Maybe her own moral compass would come with time. In the meanwhile, there were just as many struggling beybladers out there as there were gullible losers, and he would do whatever he could to get them the parts that they needed.

[westborobaptisttwerk]

Day 11

Uh

Breakdance on the graves of my detractors

This mage cap’s not for fashion

Dabble killing liches Unmask any Casper.

Fast.

Yeah I’m hungry, hear my stomachs when I’m rappin

Hatched in a backwood where brown means black

And black means otherness

And that means mask it

Or land in another hole

White and black striped “No access”

Might get snatched if you try it with the praxis

Cash

Collect it or you’ll end up on the street

Fascism in the water

Y’all spazzin on a beat

With a 6 pack handy

Cans on the beach

“That’s swag for the wildlife

Not trash in the sea”

Man it’s backwards

Skipped class,

Learned that my class isn’t free?

God Damnit!

We’re actively deceived for the handlers!!!

Probably shouldn’t hand them the keys

But the amazon packages come fast and they’re cheap

Damn

Who’s hands bled for the greed

That convenience inevitably breeds?

Ours.

And

Who stands next as a shield

When the fan get splattered in fecal?

Us.

Fam

The truth can’t actually help

It’s the action. Its absence is felt.

“But the path’s full of ashes and pelts

And there’s glass in the wells

It’s a raggedy hell

Just imagine, right?”

No

I would rather dance with some devils

Than chance that our planet gets leveled for assets

So

We should probably gather together

And attack as a mass our oppressor

But yeah I’m just guessing

I can proudly swag on a record

But I can’t make a man get a weapon

That’s asking for vengeance

(No thanks)

Just hand me some hash and I’m kelvin

I‘ll happily bask in the hellish

Yeah

The apathy’s maddening I get it

But atrophy can’t be any better

Either way we’re gambling for dinner

Id plan a revolution and a half

But you’d have to be with

It

And man that’s a pretty big ask

To deliver

Uncle Sam’s got gas for his dissidents

And stacks for the rats

And the chickens el pastor

Stash full of gizzards

I’m cat chasin crickets in a 1- bath ap.

Not a match

If capital’s king

The pauper can die mad

Battling a cough

That the doctor won’t even sigh at

Until he gets the copay

“Sorry but you’re dyin gramps.

Sign the dotted line and take some Tylenol. Bye thanks”

A batch of ya won’t even buy masks

The next one gon be worse

You’ll go outside then too

We’re livid and impotent

And denied fact

Like “which politician gon lead the people to Zion?”

(Ha!)

Meanwhile we’ll eagerly mine diamond

For two lukewarms a cot

And a bottle of Vyvanse

I’m tryin but pessimism is free

It’s a side effect of society’s tireless entropy

Mind the fires

It’s been raining gasoline

And napalm

I could stay top my soapbox for weeks

Naming names and placing faces on red string

But the playwright’s afraid to get tasered for vagrancy

[boobachu]

Forever thinking about how this existed but liberals blame people who didn't vote and people who voted green for Trump winning

Especially how Clinton was like "maybe if you didn't vote green" and I'm like "maybe if you didn't bet on a strawman strategy"

I'm not sure how you tell the difference between "too lazy to vote" and "too disenfranchised to vote" because every stat that shows who didn't vote doesn't differentiate the two, probably because how do you tell the difference between "I have to use all my free time to work or my kids will starve" and "The two headed beast, why bother... gonna smoke weed......"

Like if the Democrats wanted to prevent this from happening again they should make voting a free action, not a pointless gamble. Like at least they've been pushing good policy that's mostly "unfucking everything Trump fucked" (but some are genuine progressive things we didn't have before)

But like, in 2024 if people are unable to afford driving to the polling place, you need to put in some money to take them there.

If people have to take care of their kids and can't vote, you need to be giving some damn daycare.

If people can't vote because they don't have valid ID, you'd better help them get that.

If the republicans try to make Crosscheck 2, you'd better be on them like a pit bull taking down a well, bull.

Then there's all the felons, they can't vote. Like how many of them are in because they touched a weed?

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2019/live-updates/general-election/fact-checking-the-first-democratic-debate/how-many-people-are-in-prison-on-marijuana-charges/

Like, they can't vote even if injecting weed is legal now.

I can't find stats on how many current felons are felons because of weed possession, but could you imagine if they all were pardoned? That would have a huge impact.

I sincerely hope the Democrats don't fucking rest on their laurels and put effort into helping the disenfranchised cuz that's what lost the 2016 election. It wasn't the apathetic voters, it wasn't even the fascist voters, it was the fascist politicians making policy that targeted non-whites.

The democrats in power constantly sulking and blaming the helpless for them not being elected is just frustrating. Like, you're lawmakers, pass some damn legislation that helps.

And if you can't fight it on a legislative level, you'll have to fight it any other way you can. Use that campaign money helping voters vote!

And considering how empowered fascists are right now, that might be literal fighting.

Forever thinking about how, on election day in 2016, I wore a shirt with an American flag on it because it was what was clean. And the 20-ish year old bagging my groceries made a snide remark about it, followed by 'I didn't vote, they're all the same anyways.' And a fellow grocery worker chimed in agreement that he wasn't voting for the same reason.

And now I can't go to a local drag event without having to walk through a gauntlet of nazis.

I realize that the election is a year and a half away, but please don't fall for the 'they're the same' rhetoric this time around. Both candidates will suck, but they'll suck in different ways and one of them wants my community dead.

[alwayspleasanttheorist]

4th year - ID, TAD & CD (DP - Systems design Research)

Group members - Ayushi, Nisha, Pema, Yashpratap, Yashmeen

04 Day field visit (Janmashtami)

Location - Kurukshetra food market

Time - 4 pm to 9 pm

Today was all about checking out how festivals, like Janmashtami, impact the sales of fast food. We hit the market in the afternoon, and it was eerily quiet—thanks to the Janmashtami holiday. With barely any customers around, we decided to take a stroll through the nearby park. This park is huge, stretching over an area two to three times the size of the market. It’s lush and green, packed with trees, but interestingly, there were no women around. Instead, it was filled with young people smoking and older folks busy gambling. Given that it was Janmashtami, the market was practically empty, with some stalls even closed because the vendors had set up shop at the Janmashtami mela in Kurukshetra. The few customers who did show up were mostly there for a quick lime soda or a plate of kulcha. We chatted with some garage owners and helpers to get their take on the market dynamics and their relationships with other market folks.

Yashpratap took things up a notch by spending 4 to 5 hours at the Indoriya chaap stall, fully immersing himself in the role. He didn’t just watch; he jumped right in, helping the bhaiya with everything from prepping food to handling billing. It was a hands-on experience, giving him a real taste of what it’s like to run a chaap stall on a festival day.

[primroses-n-deadleaves]

i dont have anyone to talk to rn, not out of anything bad theyre just busy and also have their own issues and so on; its okay still it leaves me wondering what went wrong? i only have two ppl that i can rlly talk to like both socialize and also to the extremes of venting, i try to help them too but im not rlly good at it, and so, whenever theyre missing or busy, i feel very alone, which is funny becuz im quite fortunate to have a semi active group on discord with cool ppl but instead of trying to get rid of my loneliness ig i jus self isolate idek whats wrong with me now, all the bad stressful stuff passed, for now,, mom was angry cuz my room got infested with termites, she got rid of them and i was left with the task of cleaning the stain,; and i jus discovered theres more termites to my side that went unnoticed by mom and that are eating the table and chair,; she doenst know of that yet thou so i can handle but i havent, the weekend approaches which is when well be doing all of this, i could try to take care of it before saturday before she notices and gets even more angry at me but here i am writing instead.

i feel very useless, my car is still at the repair shop so i can go out and buy the insecticide i need to get rid of the termitees, its at the repair shop cuz i let it break,, when it broke i called mom and she was at work so she asked me if i had any friends that could come and help me, all my friends are little ppl on my phone stuck to the other side of screen,; she had to call her friend which i was lucky that he was available and came to help me i felt very alone and useless and without any friends theres only so much online friends can do and i dont blame them, im also an online friend to them and i cant rlly do much for them either; that said, i rlly want irl friends.... but those "friends" i, stupid highschool drama ruined all my friendships its been 4 years and im still suffering the consequences of it; and also i rlly miss them, even if they were shitty and used me i still miss them;; maybe if i had acted like nothing id probably still be used sure but maybe i wouldve had someone to call when my car broke down

also im unemployed, with a gambling addiction of all things,, ive been thinking of getting a cheaper addiction- well, cheaper in the long run, something like smoking, not drinking, drinking is a bit expensive and my family from dad's side has a history of alcoholism,, so smoking or vaping, ruin my lungs,, im pretty sure a pack of cigarettes is cheaper than putting 100 into gacha games; why not look for a job? great question, i have, maybe not hard enough but im a bit too depressed if u cant tell by the writing; ive also tried to do online job but its rlly taxing to do a lot of work making vids and such to see no profit and ik ik it comes with time but i dont have time i need money now the funniest part is that i tried to apply for military jobs yknow the army and even those have rejected me, yes im overweight according to bmi, thats all they needed to disqualify me,; so instead i spend my time leeching money of mom, i feel very guilty, im a horrible child,, i sobbed when i was getting my meds and it ended up costing 30 bucks to buy becuz i sent it to a damn walgreens instead of a local pharmacy that accepts my insurance, i lost my meds and i could get refill but itll end up costing until i change the location which i cant change until my next visit

i wanted to kill myself when mom told me i could be working rn and that she was right, i could be working rn but instead i was laying on the bed which isnt even mine becuz i sleep on my sisters room taht has ac

the feeling had dissipated for a moment, well, it left when i repressed my feelings, which writing about it makes me confront those feelings so the suicidal ideation is back; in moments like this i think about one certain episode of fairly odd parents, yknow the one where timmy sees how the world would be if he never existed and sees that everyone around him is doing better without him? i dont remember the ending, i just think about it and think im better off dead, literally, i bring no good to the world

if u happen to stumble upon this, dw, i have a strangely strong will to live, last time i rlly tried to kill myself and acted, i called the hotline, which took me to the hospital where i was fortunate its a good hospital and got treated nicely,; bottom line is, and i quite hate this part of myself, ill live,; this stupid survival instict is strong enough to keep me from dying, i rlly hope it wasnt , life honestly isnt worth living,, the world is a shit place