#holly plays rain world

[hollypies]

This is in Bitter Eerie, to the left and up. It looks like part of Moon's superstructure had rot at one point. I couldn't get there as Rivulet, it was blocked off, but I was able to as Saint!

If you look closely to the background it has the same clusters, just a bit smaller. I did check the rest of Bitter Eerie thoroughly, but these were the only two rooms with the clusters in them.

I did check to see if maybe it was just debris, but the debris has a more jagged/metallic look to it, and again, these clusters were only in these two rooms. The background wall of The Heart did have a few smaller clusters, so I thought maybe it was rock shaped from water being on it, but! This specific area is way above the water levels, and likely never had water in it.

Anyway, havnt seen anyone else mention this. My theory is that either before or straight after Moon fell she contracted Rot from Pebbles due to their close proximity. At the point of her fall she'd be in no state to fight it off, and lost complete functionality afterwards. It's seen that rot can't survive without the iterators power, so it likely died off while she was dormant.

Or I could be completely wrong and they were reusing assets but idk

[hezzabeth]

There was someone singing in the greenhouse, someone with a pitch-perfect deep voice. Revati closed her eyes, pressing her ear against the glass door.

In a field where the paper daisies grow,

Underneath the sun's harsh glow,

I wander through, light and free.

Paper daisies, pink and white,

Your petals so bright.

I sing to you as the world beyond burns.

The smoke coils in the sky far above,

But your petals still dance around me.

Don’t be afraid; soon the rains will come.

Everything lost will grow again.

Paper daisies, pink and white,

Your petals so bright.

I sing to you as the world beyond burns.

The stars begin to rise,

My hands scooping your seeds.

Soon you will take flight

Towards the soft moonlight.

There was an old, prop piano in the abandoned Holly Bush Tavern. The only person who could play it properly was Mr. Gupta. During holiday festivals, he would coax melodies out of the sticky keys while Mrs. Gupta sang in a nasal voice. This was different. The singer’s voice filled Revati in a place she didn’t know was empty. The singing stopped abruptly as Revati’s weight caused the door to creak. Of course, the door creaked. The greenhouse was a wobbling claptrap box made out of welded-together old windows. Miss Grassroots, a tourist who had been dead for almost six years, had built it. Inside lay the heart of Baker Street. The heart had begun as a rose garden. Nanni was the one who began picking up the fallen red petals, drying them, and turning them into tea.

Revati only had vague memories of the first day of the invasion. Mrs. Grasston and Dusk had invaded the kitchens and gift shops. Together they managed to pool together seeds and cuttings in order to grow a small food supply. There was a wall of tomato vines, grown from several seeds found in old slices left in the bin. There were the garden beds where the potatoes and carrots grew. In fact, the potatoes were what kept Baker Street from starving to death. Next to one of the largest windows, the herb and weed boxes grew. Revati’s father was the one who ripped open gourmet tea bags in their home, discovering dried seeds inside. Bridgadeiro Bun was sitting under the lemon tree. “You’re a pretty good singer,” Revati said gruffly. “I was just trying to cheer up Deshia; she’s been feeling a bit depressed lately,” Bridgadeiro said, patting the tree's trunk. “Who’s Deshia?” Revati asked, faintly confused. “The lemon tree, of course! She said nobody's chatted with her for years,” Bridgadeiro said. Suddenly, the tree shook its branches, causing a fresh lemon to fall into Bridgadeiro’s lap. “Thank you for the gift, sweetheart,” Bridgadeiro said, patting the tree again. Revati stared at the lemon tree, not quite sure what to think. Could a tree really be depressed? It would explain why the lemons were so withered and small.

“All Buns speak plant; it's the same gene that causes our pink hair," he said. Revati glanced around, her eyes briefly falling on the giant pumpkin vine near the door.

"Are the plants talking right now?" Revati asked curiously.

"Most of them fell asleep hours ago. When they were awake, they just kept jabbering on about a golden lady," Bridgadeiro remarked.

"So, the lemon tree is depressed? I could get Aurora to come in here and read to her," Revati conceded.

"It's more than that. She misses the lady who planted her; she doesn't understand why she vanished and never came back," Bridgadeiro remarked. Revati found her hands stroking the book of fairy tales nervously.

"If she's talking about Mrs. Grassroots, she died," Revati replied flatly. Six years ago. Six years ago, there were over a hundred tourists living on Baker Street. Nanni, who had spent years living with mother, insisted on moving into an abandoned hat shop near the edge of the park.

The day the tornado hit was the same day Nanni decided to tell Revati all about her family history.

"I always carry the death stone in my handbag, along with everything else I'd ever need in an invasion," Nanni pointed out. Technically that was true; Nanni's giant handbag was filled with almost anything.

Outside, Revati could hear her father trying to roll down metal shutters. There was the sudden horrible roar, and Nanni's wall exploded in a cloud of rubble.

"A lot of people died," Revati finished, her voice trailing off. First came the tornado that caused a gap in the mirror walls. Then the trickle of automatic vegetable cleaners who decided to exploit the crack. Finally, the battle on Mansfield Park between the cleaners and a group of tourists.

"The lady that planted this tree was actually a member of the Lost Princess rebel army; she convinced a bunch of tourists to fight with her," Revati remarked, shaking her head. Then she firmly opened the book of fairy tales.

"It looks like some people survived," Bridgadeiro replied.

"I don't want to talk about it; I just want to read! Here, you can read with me; you might like this story," Revati replied.

Once long ago, in a lost village near the foot of Mount Raya, there lived a special little girl. She was known for her kindness and her deep love for nature. Everyone in the village called her Naisha. Naisha had a special gift; she could talk to plants. The villagers often saw her whispering to the flowers; they adored her magical gift.

One day, Naisha learned about a legendary tree called the Kalpavriksha. The old ladies in the village whispered that it had the ability to grant any wish. Drought, fearsome and terrible, had swept through the land. Flowers withered, no longer able to whisper. Trees forgot their songs. Naisha decided she must seek out the tree and wish for one thing alone: rain.

"Wake up," a voice screeched, and Revati's eyes snapped open, the book of fairy tales tumbling onto the ground. Aurora was standing above her, the bright morning sunlight making her hair glow.

"Morning," Revati yawned and then jumped when she realized Bridgadeiro was asleep next to her.

Bridgadeiro slowly awoke, smacking his lips together.

"Juniper said you were in here; she never mentioned the boy," Aurora remarked coldly as Revati slowly stood up.

"Anna made him sleep in here; I must have passed out while reading," Revati said.

It was then that Revati realized Aurora was holding a tray filled with fresh strawberries.

"Hmph," Aurora said, shooting Bridgadeiro a suspicious look as he also stood up, patting the tree trunk.

"Let me guess, Queen Victoria sent these with an apology?" Revati asked.

"Yes, and a request to fill her vodka order," Aurora said, placing the tray on the ground.

"If she was really sorry, she'd give us a strawberry plant," Revati pointed out.

"Oh, you don't need one of those! You have the fruit," Bridgadeiro remarked.

"You can't just shove a strawberry in the ground and hope for the best; it rots," Revati replied. Bridgadeiro merely leaned down, examining the strawberries. After a few moments of careful examination, he picked up the biggest, brightest berry.

"You can; you just need the right formula," he said. He vaguely walked towards one of the empty garden beds that was going to be turned into an onion patch. Carefully, he dug a small hole and placed the strawberry inside before covering it in earth. Then, he reached into his massive jumpsuit pocket and this time pulled out a small vial of portable perfume.

"One pump should do it," Bridgadeiro remarked before pumping a cloud of perfume onto the soil. The earth began to twitch and vibrate, and Revati gasped as greenery sprouted from the soil. The plants quivered and then twisted as white flowers bloomed. The petals then shriveled and fell off as the center of the flowers grew into green berries. A few seconds later, the berries blossomed into a deep red.

"They shouldn't be doing that! Strawberries take two weeks to grow," Aurora gasped.

"I suppose they would in the wild, but I just gave them a pump of my Gene Grow fusion serum!" Bridgadeiro said, leaning down to examine the strawberries.

"They should produce fruit every day, but only if you talk to them nicely," Bridgadeiro added as he picked a strawberry and handed it to Revati.

Revati sniffed it suspiciously before taking a tiny bite. It tasted just like a strawberry.

"Does that stuff work on all plants?" Revati asked curiously.

"It tends to go a bit haywire when you spray it on legumes; you end up with giant beans that have no nutrients," Bridgadeiro said.

"I saved your life; think it's only fair you spray all the plants in here," Revati said firmly.

"It would be better if I planted their seeds outside and created new crops; otherwise, the rapidly growing plants could burst outside the walls," Bridgadeiro replied. Revati nodded crisply.

"I'll be sending someone to check on your efforts later today; I'll be far too busy working," Revati replied with as much dignity as she could muster in a sleep shirt before marching out of the greenhouse. The book of fairy tales lay abandoned on the ground.

Revati carefully changed into her work uniform. When she was a child, her wardrobe consisted of souvenir t-shirts from the gift shop fashioned into dresses. Now that she was almost an adult, Revati had to get creative.

Most of the gift shop sweatshirts had been swiped long ago. Instead, Revati put on the top half of the cafe's old uniform. It consisted of a magenta and purple striped waistcoat with a navy blue blouse covered in tiny clocks. The bottom half should have been a matching bustle skirt. Revati switched it with the men's purple trousers. Revati then carefully redid her braid and applied some more soot lipstick. Aurora, still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, was waiting for her in the kitchen.

"You're wearing your second best outfit," Aurora remarked.

"I suppose I am," Revati replied as she grabbed her coat.

"I thought you said you were done with romance after that whole mess with Little Hardi last summer," Aurora said, and Revati stopped walking.

"I am!" she protested, and Aurora pressed her thin lips into a disapproving frown.

"You were sleeping with him."

"God forbid I fall asleep next to another human being," Revati said as she marched through the cafe past Nanni, who was sewing something.

"You kept him! You gave him a job," Aurora added knowingly.

"I didn't keep him! He's not a feral child; he can leave whenever he wants," Revati snapped as they stepped outside, and she put on her sunglasses. Olde Landon was always at its worst in the morning. Like all major tourist attractions and cities, Old Landon had an atmospheric blanket high above the park's surface. It meant that nobody in the park froze to death at night, but it also meant the morning light was far too bright.

"Is that Little Hardi and Queen Victoria standing next to the fountain?" Revati sighed wearily.

"They both arrived at sunrise; I told them you were busy, so your mother made them breakfast," Aurora remarked.

"Sunrise; of course, they sacrificed sleep so they could get here first," Revati remarked, marching towards the two other leaders. Queen Victoria was wearing one of the park's costumes, a stained white lace wedding dress. Little Hardi, on the other hand, was wearing a deep blue doublet with a ruff collar and matching tights.

"Little Hardi, is your brother still unconscious?" Revati greeted him.

"We took a vote last night, and he played Macduff," Little Hardi replied.

Revati, who knew fully well what that meant, had to stop herself from flinching.

"You killed him? That's a little harsh," Revati pointed out.

"It was for the best; we need a strong leader during a time of invasion," Little Hardi remarked practically.

"Time of invasion? Isn't that a little dramatic?" Revati had to ask.

"There must be another crack in the wall; thank Jane, it's probably not too big! You two would be far too young to remember the vegetable cleaner invasion," remarked Queen Victoria.

"I was twelve," Revati said dryly.

"I was fourteen; the tornado destroyed the Hamlet's haunted castle ride, and the appliances killed the actor playing Ophelia," Little Hardi pointed out.

"You're both still tiny children as far as I'm concerned; I can't believe this is who I have to work with," Queen Victoria replied, and Revati brushed past her with annoyance, heading to the dress shop across the street.

The shelves of the dress shop had long ago been stripped bare. All that remained were the three Penny Farthing Bicycles that had been part of the shop's window display. Revati wheeled her Penny Farthing outside only to see Queen Victoria having a heated discussion with Aurora.

"What do you mean she's going to ride to the wall by herself? All representatives from all towns should go!" Queen Victoria was screeching, slapping Aurora's shoulder with her fan.

Revati parked her bicycle and marched towards Queen Victoria, grabbing her hand.

"Slap my assistant again, and I'll break your fingers; you know I can do it," Revati growled.

Little Hardi, who was now sitting by the fountain, laughed.

"I was just speaking the truth! We have a treaty; during times of crisis, we unify," Queen Victoria said, her voice tight and a little frightened.

"I don't see Lady Morganna here," Revati pointed out, referring to the ruler of Medieval faire.

"You know perfectly well Medieval faire cut us all off after the tornado hit! They probably all died off years ago," Queen Victoria snapped back. Queen Victoria was right. Medieval faire was located in the center of a massive fake castle complete with a drawbridge. After the invasion, Lady Morganna had yanked up the bridge and refused to speak to anyone. Anna and Nanni had tried to visit several times with baskets of dried lemons. They were horrified when someone from above threw the contents of their toilets onto the streets.

"My new friend said he saw naked people in the wilderness dancing around a murdered television! Sounds like Lady Morganna to me," Revati merely replied, pointing to Bridgadeiro. Bridgadeiro, who was in the middle of taking several pumpkins out of the greenhouse, waved.

"Could be a coincidence; regardless, you are not going to the wall! We need to have a proper group committee meeting first! Then a vote," Queen Victoria's.

Revati just rolled her eyes and released Queen Victoria's hand, causing her to stumble and fall onto the floor. Revati then reached into her jacket, pulling out her stun gun, shoving it into the queen's stomach. The Queen made a faint whimpering sound as her eyes rolled backward, and she collapsed again. Revati then aimed the gun at Little Hardi, who held his hands up, protesting.

"I'm not going to stop you! I came here to propose marriage," Little Hardi insisted.

"Marriage? To me?" Revati asked dubiously.

"All kings need a consort, and I'm not interested in Big Hardi's husband," Little Hardi said, slowly getting down on one knee.

Revati stared at him and shook her head.

"I'm seventeen," Revati pointed out.

"Well, the wedding wouldn't be for another couple of years," Little Hardi replied.

"I thought we agreed to keep our relationship professional after the handkerchief incident," Revati pointed out, and Little Hardi held a hand to his heart.

"I told you dozens of times I had nothing to do with my brother's plot," Little Hardi insisted.

"He accused me of cheating on you using an old prop handkerchief as evidence, and you believed him despite it being the exact same plot of the play Othello," Revati pointed out. The entire incident occurred over a year ago and ended with Revati kidnapped and tied up on the stage in a white fluffy nightgown.

"I'm a very insecure person," Little Hardi pleaded. Dating while trapped in a fun park during the apocalypse was difficult. Before the feral children came along, Revati was the youngest person on Baker Street. All the teenagers in Whistleton were raised to be incredibly prissy. Most of them refused to do anything more than dance or hold hands. Little Hardi had been a fun, age-appropriate choice. Little Hardi was happy to do far more than hold hands.

"No," Revati said firmly.

"No? Really?" he asked, sounding faintly surprised.

"First of all, your legal system involves killing criminals on stage in the middle of plays, which is horrifying," Revati pointed out, and Little Hardi shrugged.

"Secondly, I'm not an idiot! You just want to marry me so you can take over our greenhouse," Revati pointed out, and Little Hardi gasped as if looking deeply insulted.

"That's not true! If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, but no such roses see I in her cheeks," Little Hardi pleaded as Revati climbed onto the penny farthing.

[chdarling-tle]

The Last Enemy: Dark Marks Soundtrack

Hello my loves! With TLE2 coming to a close, I thought I'd share the full TLE2 soundtrack. You can listen to it here, or I've included the track list below for those who don't use Spotify.

As before, this is a total mishmash of period appropriate and anachronistic music. The genres are all over the place. Some songs directly correlate to the plot, some songs are mentioned in the story, some are pure vibes. It's pretty long...but so is TLE2. 😌

Enjoy!!!

Track list under the cut:

The Times They Are A-Changin’ - Fort Nowhere

She Used To Love Me a Lot - Johnny Cash

Never Had No One Ever - The Smiths

Cherry Bomb - The Runaways

Father and Son - Cat Stevens

Water Under the Bridge - Tow’rs

She’s Not There - The Zombies

Break On Through (To The Other Side) - The Doors

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea - George Harrison

Raining in My Heart - Buddy Holly

Family Line - Conan Gray

With a Little Help From My Friends - Joe Anderson (Across the Universe)

Love Hurts - Roy Orbison

It’s Alright - Mother Mother

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood - Nina Simone

Play With Fire - The Rolling Stones

Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks

Blue Suede Shoes - Elvis Presley

The Princess Diaries Waltz (Score) - John Debney

Astronomy - Conan Gray

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas - Judy Garland

Dead Mom - Sophia Anne Caruso

Vincent - Don McLean

You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away - The Beatles

Mis-Shapes - Pulp

Golden Years - David Bowie

It’s a Heartache - Bonnie Tyler

Stayin Alive - Bee Gees

Dancing Queen - ABBA

I’d Love to Change the World - Ten Years After

Be More Kind - Frank Turner

One Toke Over the Line - Brewer & Shipley

Flying - The Beatles

Baba O'Riley - The Who

Villain - Maisie Peters

Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've?) - Buzzcocks

Will the Circle Be Unbroken - The Carter Family, Johnny Cash

This Woman's Work - Kate Bush

April Come She Will - Simon & Garfunkel

evermore (feat. Bon Iver) - Taylor Swift

For What It's Worth - Buffalo Springfield

You Belong to Somebody Else - PJ Harding, Noah Cyrus

Know Your Rights - The Clash

Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons

Fire - Etta James

Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan

Lily - Benjamin Gibbard

Dancing Queen - stories, Lizzy McAlpine

God Only Knows (Acoustic Slowed + Reverb) - Jae Hall

Homeward Bound - Simon & Garfunkel

Back to the Old House - The Smiths

New World Coming - Cass Elliot

...and one more secret song that I'll add after chapter 71 ;)

[lazyjellyfish300]

Hi Jelly! I would love some more of your exquisite Shiu fluff, please 😌 So my request is for Shiu with prompt number 3. rainy day. (I still think about Stella and her droopy ears watching the fishies 🥹)

hello my love!! You're the best 💕💕😭😭 leave it to me to leave things til the last minute 💀💀😭😭 I'm so sorry! Lol. More Shiu is on the way, don't worry ;)

My Fall masterlist 🍂

CW: xFEM!READER, fluff, smoking obv

Words: 473

"BRRRRBBBBHHH!" You blew your lips together as you crossed over the threshold of your home. The comparatively warmer temperature was a welcome respite from the rain drenched world you just came out of as it hit your soaked skin. You shrugged off your jacket and boots, your equally soaked husband right behind you puffing out the last exhale of his cigarette before he extinguished it on the ashtray that sat by the garage door.

Stella waddled in last, shaking off the raindrops that clung to her mocha spotted fur. Loose skin flapping in the wind before she let out the yawn of a lifetime and the tiny pat pats of her feet disappeared down the hall to find her rightful throne among the fish in Shiu's study.

"Sorry we got rained out at the apple orchard, dollface." Shiu gives your bum a playful squeeze as he breezes by you in the kitchen, running a hand through his rain slicked hair. "I've never seen you get so competitive over apples."

"Well they're not just any old apples, they're honey crisp." You clarify with a smile, putting your frozen fingers in Shiu's while he attempted to warm them up with endearing breaths as he held them to his mouth and rubbed them quickly.

"These babies go for like $7 a pound at the grocery store. No way Halloween Holly was gonna get away with the last of them. Not when this is the first and only day off me and my husband have had together in weeks."

"Oh, certainly not Halloween Holly." Shiu winked. "I like this fiery side of you, sweetheart." He leaned on his elbows as he watched you dump this afternoon's harvest haul, several red shiny juicy looking apples with patches of yellow rolling onto the sleek marble countertop.

"How can I be of assistance, dollface? Just say the word."

"Hmmm, first, coffee. Would you get me a cup, my love?"

"But of course, angel." He smiled at you as he crossed over to your fancy coffee press, preparing two mugs of the rich brew. As the water began to bubble, he crossed into the living room, playing some laid back r&b on the vinyl, along with lighting up your favorite candles that made the whole house smell like melted caramel. He could hear Stella's unemployed little snores gently echo off the hallways.

As he looked at you, the love of his life, apple of his eye baking apple pie in the kitchen, with the low hum of the torrent of raindrops outside, and the cozy feeling of his beautiful home slowly warmed him from the inside out, he couldn't help the ache in his chest at realization of the piece of heaven he had carved out for you both.

"Something wrong, darling?"

He can just smile, "None at all, Mrs. Kong. I'm the luckiest man in the world."

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 44 (A Nephew and a Wedding!)

Making the most of a rainy autumn, Heather travelled to Henford to meet River and Cassandra's son, Michael, before he was even a week old.

She marvelled at her tiny nephew while he slept. "It's incredible, Riv! That's your kid!"

"He's pretty amazing, isn't he? I can't believe he's finally here."

Heather had arrived with first-time grandmother, Bella Goth, who always looked incredible. Even now that her jet black hair had faded to grey, she dressed like she could stop traffic everywhere she went.

"He has my brother's chin," she said, glancing wistfully upon her grandson as he woke from his nap. Baby Michael had been named for Bella's brother, who died in a motorcycle crash at the age of 32.

Bella was delighted to meet her grandson, but memories of her older brother still made her sad. He’d been gone for over twenty years, but he was her big brother - the only person she regretted leaving behind in Sunset Valley when she and Mortimer got married.

Cass cradled her new son. "I know how much you miss him. I wanted to honour his memory, and when he was born, we thought he looked like a Michael. Are you upset?"

Bella pushed forth a smile. "No, my goodness. My brother would have been thrilled to know his name lives on." Cass carefully studied her mother's face. "I know Michael's death triggered the depression that led to my disappearance, but I'm a stronger person now. I want to see my grandson grow up, and I have plenty to keep my mind busy. Diego keeps talking about taking a trip, and your brother's wedding is next month."

"Maybe Alexander and Lydia will give you more grandkids soon," Heather suggested sweetly as she cuddled Michael in her arms.

"You know she doesn't even want a wedding?" Bella smiled. "I told Lydia there was no chance my son would elope at Brindleton Town Hall, but she doesn't want seating, because she doesn't want an audience. She doesn't want a wedding dress, and doesn't want Alexander in a tux. The guests will be more dressed up than they are!"

"If it's what she wants, won't it still be beautiful?" Cass saw the world in such a romantic way.

"She wants an altar made of palm leaves! In our mansion! The aesthetic has me gasping! But she says the only part of the wedding she's actually looking forward to is her honeymoon in Sulani. All she cares about is marrying Alexander, not showing off for a bunch of guests she doesn't know."

"I think that's sweet," said Cassandra.

"A part of me was mortified! But a bigger part of me wishes I'd had the guts to stand up to Mortimer's parents when I was thrown into the deep end of the society scene as his photogenic new bride all those years ago. I really like her."

Heather and her siblings were all invited to the big day – a simple and phoned in ceremony (by the Watcher!) at the Goth family mansion in Brindleton Bay.

(I just wanted to make sure they didn't break up or something so I rushed it, quick and dirty. They're a side-side household at the moment even though I've tentatively plotted some of their future in my notes, but sometimes I just want to play and not do all this set up. And I'll shamelessly try to excuse it with storytelling every time.)

Surprisingly, no one complained about sitting on the floor for the ceremony. And even though it was raining, Heather chatted with Holly outside in their boho-style dresses.

"That colour looks great on you," Holly said, eyeing the purple dress Heather had chosen from the shop with almost no thought.

"Thanks, but I don't know where I might have a chance to wear something like this again." (The game picked it at random but I like how the colour nods to Gen 3)

"Maybe you should wear it with Conrad somewhere."

"We're not really a dressy couple," she said. "All my clothes get covered in whatever Ash gets his hands in then wipes on my shirt. If he wasn't at his dad's this weekend, I'm sure the dress would already have at least three stains."

Holly laughed, shaking her head. "You're so unflirty, sis. I don't know how you have the hottest man on the planet practically begging to move in with you."

"I'm taking him home to Henford soon. I really want him to meet everyone, but I'm so worried it won't go well."

"Why wouldn't it go well? Didn't you say he wanted to come with you today but couldn't get away from work?"

"I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop, that's all."

"What, like he's secretly working for the Landgraabs in some elaborate scheme to steal your code for your next mobile app?" She laughed at the thought, but Heather would be lying if she said the possibility had never crossed her mind, even once, in the months since she'd known him.

"I think it's more that if it doesn't go well, it would hurt too much."

"Then don't overthink it. You know no matter what, you'll always have us."

As hard as it was to take Holly's advice, Heather spent the next few weeks focused on her clinic to keep her mind off her relationship fears. ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

NOTE: Lydia Kim-Lewis (now Goth!) is the youngest of three daughters of Eric and Alice. She's also Hazel Nesbitt's best friend since childhood, which is why the family-focused wedding had so many Nesbitts, too. For those who like updates on townies and premades, eldest Olivia married Imran Watson and they have three kids, and Spencer of course married Everett (and they have Greyson and Jett). Spencer and Lydia were both born in-game.

[codihastoomanyideas]

Mashup Ideas

Below is a list of mashup ideas that I've accumulated over time that I just can't figure out how to attack personally. It's a mix of songs that sound similar enough to me; a lot of them were collected from listening to what my parents play on the radio, so expect mostly 2nd generation rock with a few left-fielders thrown in.

If anyone figures out how to mash these songs up, please lemme know with a tag! I would love to hear and share what you make!

Earthbound “Otherworldly Foe” / Bell Biv Devoe “Poison”

Foghat “Slow Ride” / Free “All Right Now” / AC/DC “Highway to Hell” / Edgar Winter “Free Ride”

Ringo Starr "It Don't Come Easy" / Eric Clapton "Let It Rain"

Bachman-Turner Overdrive “Ain't seen nothing yet” / I have no idea who sings this but it’s not ABBA “take a chance on me (there's nothing more that I can do)”

.38 Special “Hold on loosely / The Cars “Just What I Needed”

Bachman-Turner Overdrive's "Let It Ride" / Guns n Roses's "Paradise City"

Yes "Owner of a lonely heart" / Santana "Smooth"

Beatles “Ticket to Ride / Rolling Stones “Under my Thumb”

Bust a Groove "natural playboy" / Junior Senior “Move your Feet”

Nicki Minaj “Whip It” / Liz “When I Rule the World” / QT “Hey QT”

The Hollies “Long Cool Woman” / T Rex “Bang A Gong (Get It On)”

Shaun Mendes "In My Blood” / Olivia Rodrigo “Vampire”

ELO “Telephone Line” / Derek and the Dominos “Bell Bottom Blues”

Cher “Turn Back Time”/ Bruce Springsteen “Born in the USA” / Journey “Faithfully”

Offspring “Pretty Fly for a White Guy” / Gorillaz “Feel Good Inc.” / B-52s “Love Shack” / Madonna “Material Girl”

KK Bubblegum / Baka Mitai

Marshall Tucker “Can't You See” / Gregg Allman “Midnight Rider” / Creedence Clearwater Revival “Bad Moon Rising”

Bobby Darin “Beyond the Sea” / The Chords “Life Could be Dream”

Hozier “take me to church” / Pink Floyd “Breathe”

Earth Wind and Fire “Boogie Wonderland” / Jamiroquai “Canned Heat”

Cosby Stills Nash and Young “Woodstock(We Are Stardust)” / Deep Purple “Smoke On The Water”

Grease “Summer Nights” / Beatles “Twist and Shout”

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

The 90s Song Ever - Round 1, Side A2

Alrighty, folks. We've suffered through 32 horrible polls. Ready for 32 more?

Beetlebum vs Are You That Somebody Sway vs River Of Deceit Hunger Strike vs Who Will Save Your Soul Generator vs Bills, Bills, Bills Doo Wop (That Thing) vs Finally Tearin' Up My Heart vs Silence Kid Enter Sandman vs Everybody (Backstreet's Back) Boombastic vs I'll Be There For You Yakko's World vs To Be With You Cotton Eye Joe vs Amish Paradise Nuthin' But A "G" Thang vs Basket Case Dagger vs Seven Rebel Girl vs Groove is in the Heart Baby Got Back vs Hallelujah Only Happy When It Rains vs Say You'll Be There U Can't Touch This vs How Bizarre Nancy Boy vs Cornflake Girl Affirmation vs Don't Walk Away The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air vs The Boy Is Mine Scatman (Ski-Ba-Bop-Ba-Dop-Dop) vs Juicy Buddy Holly vs Closing Time Pony vs Wynona's Big Brown Beaver Pretend We're Dead vs All I Wanna Do Santeria vs Send Me On My Way Birdhouse In Your Soul vs That Don't Impress Me Much Vogue vs Brain Stew Kiss Me vs These Are Days MMMBop vs Black Genie In A Bottle vs Bullet With Butterfly Wings Tank! (Cowboy Bebop opening theme) vs Smells Like Nirvana Mind Playing Tricks On Me vs (Everything I Do) I Do It For You Friday I'm In Love vs Would?

This is the second part of a four-part Round 1; you can find all polls and results for the first part here. Feel free to send in unhinged propaganda, start pointless fights and debates, be insane in the tags. It's what we do around here.

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[fionajames]

prompts

A/N: Hello guys!!! I decided I'd send a list of various prompts for you guys to send me as requests. Absolutely anyone is free to use this! There are one word, dialogue, idea and song prompts!!!

One word prompts

hiraeth 

lost

catacombs

bloodhound

whisper 

broth

brine

froth

angel

wheat

camp

cry

shadow

bramble

herd

pack

wild

runaway

solstice

courage

tracks

woods

hike

firefly

quill

moon

sun

stars

spirit

song

splinter

clear

ice

sea

clouded

hum

jinx

limbo

wire

barbed

spear

sword

breath

holly

sink

drown

canine

willow

twine

whistle

Song prompts

not strong enough (boygenius)

meet me in the woods (lord huron)

cherry wine - live (hozier)

sweet tooth (cavetown)

1979 (smashing pumpkins)

bloodhound (the foxing)

rory (the foxing)

still feel (half alive)

best friend (rex orange country)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

wires (the neighbourhood)

running with the wolves (AURORA)

the night we met (lord huron)

i’d rather be alone (boodahki)

cocaine jesus (rainbow kitten surprise)

romantic homicide (d4vd)

duvet (bôa)

breezeblocks (alt-J)

me and the devil (soap&skin)

heavydirtysoul (twenty one pilots)

father (the front bottoms)

waterfalls coming out of your mouth (glass animals)

genesis (grimes)

devil like me (rainbow kitten surprise)

rockstar (boywithuke)

bad habit (steve lacy)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

notorious (neoni)

nothings new (rio romeo)

lighthouse (the waifs)

step on me (the cardigans)

inside out (duster)

the man (taylor swift)

mind over matter (young giant)

rises the moon (liana flores)

sparks (coldplay)

mama’s boy (dominic fike)

way down we go (kaleo)

evergreen (richy mitch & the coal miners)

yorktown - the world turned upside down (original broadway cast of hamilton)

i love you so (the walters)

505 (arctic monkeys)

labour (paris paloma)

worldstar money - interlude (joji)

willow (taylor swift)

leave a light on (tom walker)

pretty boy (the neighbourhood)

lovers rock (tv girl)

the last great american dynasty (taylor swift)

you’re on your own kid (taylor swift)

ho hey (the lumineers)

stubborn love (the lumineers)

dear arkansas daughter (lady lamb)

watching him fade away (mac demarco)

o children (nick cave & the bad seeds)

Idea prompts

running through wheat fields

running through garden hose droplets

dancing in the rain

walking in the bush

splashing in the sea

horse riding

rolling down grass fields

trekking through forest

swimming in forest creeks

rock hopping

daisy chains and crowns

collecting wood for fire

bonfire at night

walking on abandoned highways and roads

lighthouse exploring 

cartwheeling and playing in fresh grass

morning dew and crisp morning air

dirt under your nails

tree climbing

abandoned towns

walking on train tracks

wooden boats

island exploring

baking in then morning quiet

watching movies very late at night

staying up late at sleepovers

corn mazes

wheat fields

frozen lakes

frozen forests

paper planes

jam jars

friendship bracelets

barbed wire fences

blood dripping on tiles

scratchy vinyl music

empty dark cold nights

canine teeth

fireflies in fields

camp cabins

sea shanties

sibling play fighting/rivalry (blood or not)

road trips with loud music

picnic dates in the forest

busy arcades

bookstore dates - the smell of old books

playing soft acoustic guitar in nature

playing fiddle and dancing around campfires

stargazing

laying in bed awake

Dialogue prompts 

“please kill me”

“i’m everything you can not control”

“i am the monster you created”

“am i that easy to forget?”

“i will never hesitate to put my life on the line for you”

“stars can not shine without darkness”

“i miss the old you”

“remember who you are”

“please don’t leave”

“listen here pal”

“how much is enough”

“i remember smiling the whole way home”

“i never told you i was falling in love”

“do you want to go wander around aimlessly?”

“you still feel like home”

“no matter what, you’re still my brother”

“i could never hate you”

“let me help”

“help me, please”

“we’re just kids”

“water is so exciting with straws”

“i can’t stop thinking about you”

“get in the blanket fort”

“when they smile, i forget how to breathe”

“platonic love is just as important”

“i’m homesick for a place i’m not sure is real”

“smile more, it looks beautiful on you”

“runaway with me” 

“dance with me?”

“come back to bed”

“your bleeding on my floor”

“stars sparkle in your eyes”

“sarcasm is a weapon”

“can we just go back?”

“i miss how it used to be”

“hold me”

“any closer to them and i’ll kill you”

“i’ll be by your side forever”

“are you ok?”

“it’s going to be okay”

“i’m going to cry, but happy tears”

“can i crash on your couch?”

“we’ve got more than two people crashing in our house”

“i belong with you”

“you’re my soulmate” 

“hold my hand, please?”

“they smile when you message them”

“i want to live”

“sing to me”

“we’re finally home”

A/N: @techs-goggles9902, @skellymom

[felixstudios]

if the managers got magically turned into toons, how do you think theyd react, what kind of toons would they be, and how would they navigate their new bodies (and possibly new lives)?

I'm not Felix, but I hope I can answer this about as well as she can.

DUCK SHUFFLER:

-He becomes a red duck with green legs after a slot machine accident.

-He doesn't find it particularly surprising or alarming and simply rolls with it.

-It wouldn't surprise me if he'd quit his job to officially join the ranks of the Toons.

PRETHINKER:

-Brian either becomes a raccoon, or he becomes some kind of bug Toon not available in-game. He'd be a pale pink.

-He's in complete disbelief about this change and refuses to leave his room for several months. He loses track of time and eventually becomes so bored and lonely that he ventures out.

DERRICK MAN:

-He becomes a bronze colored bear.

-Raine is accused of using magic of some kind, but she seems genuinely confused about what happened. Unable to locate the cause, he's forced to mingle with the Toons as a Toon.

DEEP DIVER:

-If only in-game species are available, she'd likely become a non-domesticated species. If it can be anything, she'd become a fish. She'd be a deep blue color.

-He wouldn't have much commentary about his situation. Additionally, he'd almost exclusively keep to himself.

RAINMAKER:

-The species situation would be the same as Mary, except I could see her either becoming a dog or a fish. She would be light blue.

-She'd be happy to explore the Toon world from the inside and play several Toony games. Most likely, she would resign from her job.

LAND ACQUISITION ARCHITECT:

-He becomes an orange fox.

-At first he's shocked and in complete disbelief, but after a while he learns to cope and fit in with the other Toons.

GATEKEEPER:

-She becomes an alligator. Her color scheme would likely include greys and incredibly desaturated blues.

-She refuses to show herself for a very, very long time out of embarrassment for what has happened to her.

WITCH HUNTER:

-He becomes a dark purple bear.

-A very similar situation to Holly's reaction occurs.

PUBLIC RELATIONS REPRESENTATIVE:

-He becomes a light pink cat.

-At first, he hates his new situation. But then, he finds a great sales pitch to use on Toons along with an idea to escape and becomes incredibly grateful he magically changed.

BELLRINGER:

-He becomes a yellow kangaroo.

-He's quite shocked at the turn of events, but he elegantly navigates the situation and keeps a level head. Eventually, he learns how to act like a Toon and blend in.

MULTISLACKER:

-He becomes a cat with a mix of greys and purples.

-Doesn't say or do much about it, but his dad is incredibly horrified and keeps trying to make him into a Cog again.

MOUTHPIECE:

-She becomes a blue dog with yellow ears and yellow legs.

-Although she quits her job and starts cooking with Toon ingredients, nothing really does change about her.

MAJOR PLAYER:

-He becomes an orange and yellow bat.

-He flaunts his new change proudly and uses it as a selling point for more tickets to his shows.

FIRESTARTER:

-He becomes a red kiwi.

-He tries to hide what happened to him out of fear of what COGS, Inc. will think, but eventually the truth comes out.

PLUTOCRAT:

-He becomes an ice blue alligator.

-He attempts to run his operation like nothing has changed, but his Satellite Investors aren't so keen on working with a Toon since it's a risky investment. He's forced to close his pizzeria.

TREEKILLER:

-He becomes a green bear.

-He tries to convince himself he's only having a nightmare, but after his denial is over he's left feeling depressed and empty.

CHAINSAW CONSULTANT:

-He becomes a dark red deer.

-He's still trying to figure out what to do.

FEATHERBEDDER:

-They become a kiwi, and their color scheme is desaturated purples.

-They still sleep a lot and don't really change much.

PACESETTER:

-He becomes a pink and black dog.

-He makes a huge public scene about his transformation and tries to go back to being a Cog, citing his reasoning as him being more beautiful as a Cog.

[sashi-ya]

𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆 ~ +18. Martial God! Byakuya x Great Calamity! Reader

✦ a rather dramatic smut scenario inspired in Heaven's Officer Blessing AU. In case you don't know about what it goes; it is a chinese BL novel turned to a donghwa. The novel tells the story of two lovers; a Martial God (which is essentially a prince that became a god with great skills) and a Great Calamity (a ghost/demon that holds an upper position, basically). two realms are discussed in this fic; the land of gods and ghost city. " tw: in this AU, gods and ghostshey are able to shapeshift, as well as change gender whenever they want, so, Reader will start being a woman but end up having his real form at the end: a man. Gender swapping for reader, if you aren't ok with your gender changing please proceed with caution. oral sex. bondage. a lot of angst. anal sex. "𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆" is one of Xie Lian's (the mc) most famous phrase. if you wish to read more about the spiritual meaning of such word, I found this awesome post that explains it perfectly. I'm not sure why I cried so much writing this, but yeah, enjoy :P ✦ wc: 2k

Across the lands, his temples showed proudly the image of his holly form. The dry branch on his left hand, and the one with sakura buds in his right hand, meant to the worshippers the transformation of the death to a higher self. It also meant how fast life could go from blooming to drying. Byakuya wasn’t a God of water, nor wind or earth… he was, the god of ephemeral life.

He was strong, and he was venerated. His long black hair, fell like a rain on his shoulders and back.

He walked the path of greatness, and never once he had been found guilty of impurity. There was one night, however… that the God’s body went to Abbys. And even if he went back to the skies, his heart rested lingering in paradise for eternity…

Walking through the lands of the living world, he crossed many bridges. One of them in which a soft caress encounters his face. The delicate touch of a passing woman, her eyes of different colours. She is beautiful. More than that; she looks like the embodiment of sin and lust.

He immediately grab his sword, the motion that looked like slowed time took the blade to her neck. “Who are you and how dare you touch me?” he asks, as always so irreverently and uprightly…

“Ah… sometimes even I forget that you are a Martial God” you whisper, moving so fast away from the edge of his relentless sword. Your hands play with his hair and his body exudes high spiritual power.

He takes distance from you. “I’m not gonna ask you again, who are you?” he demands to know. You shouldn’t mess with such a powerful God.

You smile, sadistically. You make him gasp; maybe because of amusement, maybe because he finds you incredibly beautiful. Something about your appearance turns his inside world upside down, and, the urge to break the path of cultivation to be finally dragged to hells.

“I’m someone you surely know too well from past lives, Byakuya~” you purr, acknowledging yours and his non-human nature. “You have become a wonderful God after your ascension… I must ask you, though… why have you been repressing your desires?”

He frowns -a lot more than usual-. Byakuya is confused, with himself mostly. He feels like you are being sincere, but, at the same time, he fears you are indeed way more stronger than you appear. And, in fact, that’s exactly what he learns by suddenly attacking you again.

Your swords cross in a strength and power competition. It doesn’t take you too much effort to make him back up almost instantly, and soon he is left panting, pinned against the floor with your serrated edge lingering over his neck.

“You are… a ghost. Aren’t you?” he huffs, looking at you with those piercing severe eyes he’s always had, even when lying in the floor a few seconds away to be defeated.

You smirk, carving the ground next to him with the tip of your sword. “A ghost?... Not just A ghost… I’m sure you know by now who I am, exactly” you giggle. How comes he isn’t able to remember who you are? Or even worse, recognize you are no other than one of the Great Calamities.

Byakuya’s lips separate, he finally understands. And with the snap of your fingers, he finally passes out because of your strong power. Byakuya is a Martial God, but not a creature as strong as you.

When his dark blue eyes finally open, he is lying on a big bed. The sheets are satin, and they are as pink as the buds of sakura flowers he holds in his hand.

“Wh- where am I?” he asks, shaking. Byakuya feels cold, as if has been dragged to hell.

“Where do you think you are, Byakun?” you ask, sitting in your big chair right in front of the bed. You are eating fruits, right from the hands of beautiful ghosts. Men, women, all of them wearing revealing clothes and their bodies garnished by golden beads.

He suddenly gains strength to stand up from bed, but even if he tries, ties of dark force restrain him to lay with arms and legs spread on the mattress. He widens his orbs. Never has he ever been in no control… or maybe he was, but- not during this life.

You stand up from your seat, waving your hand so that the servants leave you two alone. Walking like a snake towards him, you yet got to decide which body you wish to use this time.

Byakuya begins to struggle to be freed, with of course no luck.

“Stop fighting, you are gonna leave marks on those beautiful pale wrists if you keep pulling. You used to be so docile to me, Byakun… What happened to you? Has heaven changed you? You were always a dark prince to me”

A sudden click comes to him. The term you used to describe his older past has finally made him understand who you are. And why, you, openly admit knowing him. Before he ascended, you or your soul had inhabited a man he knew too well.

“(Name)?” he asks, swallowing. His eyes glimmer for a brief second; maybe he wanted to meet you so badly as you during this eternity.

“Good boy. You recognized me, and you didn’t even need to see me in my real form. Do I look good as a woman, Byakun? Do I look appealing to you? What happened to that woman who married the God? Did she die?” you inquire, with a tint of darkness in your tone. Almost as if you wished to hurt him.

He looks to the side, taking his eyes from you in great shame. A heavy burden stands on top of his shoulders. Byakuya left your world, he joined another. A rather more holly one. And not only he did that but also he married a woman. A pure, innocent woman.

Not a ghost.

Not a calamity.

Not an evil energy, like you.

“Are you ashamed, Byakuya? Do you feel guilty? Is that what taking your eyes from me means?” you ask, crawling in bed next to him. Your fingernails, long and sharp, and black and dangerously, graze his chin to make him look at you again.

But his eyes are teary. And yet, not a single drop of pity hits you. You were the one who had been abandoned, why is he then the one crying?

“Are you ashamed?!” you ask again, with a louder voice and clear pain in your words. “Tell me you are ashamed! You left me here, you left me alone in here” you protest, and carve your nails in his warm cheeks as you crawl on top of him.

You slap his face with no remorse. You simply needed it. Why isn’t he saying something?

Releasing one of his hands from the spiritual handcuffs you take his hand to your breast. “Feel me. See? You like this? you like women more than men?” you ask, on the verge of tears. You force his hand to squeeze your chest, seeing his cheeks grow blush and his breathing haste.

In between hate and desire, you bend over. Your long hair tickles his temples, like the violent caress of a thousand ivy. Your lips, who linger so dangerously near his, are blessed by his warm breathe and the accelerated air scaping his lungs.

You look at him with your head tilted. Memories and hatred uniting in one, the urge and revenge playing thug of war inside you until both combine as if they wanted to use the rope around his neck.

Your lips crash against his. Your teeth bite and pull from them, extracting even some drops of sweet God’s blood that burn your tongue. But you don’t care and keep going, and as you, he does too.

Passionate, out of breath kisses make him hard. And that makes you mad. So mad.

“Your hardness is only an insult to me. You really prefer women over men, don’t you?” you cry out, once again grabbing his face from his cheeks. Byakuya’s eyes are blurry, he is scared. So scared, but still pleads for your mouth to go back to his.

But you won’t give him that, instead, you will make him pay for the disrespect. Crawling off his lap, you snap your fingers and in a blink of an eye mirrors suddenly surround that bed.

From every corner he can see you. He can see himself so pathetically tied to a bed of a Calamity, while being the great noble Martial God he is. A prince so impure like Naraka itself.

“Look at yourself, look at me from every corner” you order, ripping his clothes off. The pure white coverings, the pink details and golden, and everything so extravagant falls like crumbles of dignity on the floor.

Just as you remember… Pale body, the indentations, and accidents of such perfect anatomy. The marks that once you left there, had been erased with the time. Even the kisses you thought were to remain eternally planted in his skin. There is nothing but dried branches of those now. His spiritual pressure lowers, or maybe yours grows bigger and bigger. It’s asphyxiating to him, is heavy on his chest.

“There is nothing left of me on this flesh” you mourn, looking at him with eyes injected in blood and tears that fall down your corners. “But you were mine, you were only mine”

Byakuya’s lips tremble, his long lashes show wetness from his crying. He only wants you, no matter the form you hold now. A woman, a man, a beast. Come back, kiss his skin, feed off his taste and feed him with yours. Get drunk on his scent, let him ascend with yours.

“I’m still yours…” he dares to murmur in between sobs.

You, who have turned your back to him, take a look from the side. You don’t want to fall back into those lies. Because he told them once, and now he told them twice. But even ghosts, with hearts that don’t beat, also feel the pain of missing a love.

“I’m still yours… I haven’t touched anyone, never again since I left. I didn’t touch her, either” he dares to spit, making your limbs go almost limp. And you know it’s not true. Or is it?

You turn around, walking back in between his legs. Like a crawling creature you go up, kissing from the bridge of his foot up his limbs. The inside of his thighs, that are so tender, invite you to bite. And you do, making him moan in pain and in pleasure as well.

His hardness growing more and more, dripping, throbbing. Your tongue going up from his perineum to his gland. It tastes as delicious as before, and perhaps even more. Now that he is sacred, now that he is holly.

He squirms to your oral torture, his eyes go white, his head back. It’s like a work of art, to see the muscles of his back tensing in the mirrors around. His chest going up and down, rapidly, trying to make some oxygen go inside his lungs but never once reaching enough.

You search for his look, but he can’t even see. Byakuya’s open lips, pouting. His moans show, how much, how many years, he has restrained himself from sin.

But it’s definitely the words that come as the first flowers of spring what break you in half, in thirds and in million pieces…“I love you so much. I have waited for you every day and every night. I missed you so much, I missed… I missed you so much, (Name). A life of eternity in hell wouldn’t have been enough to pay for leaving you behind…”

You snap your fingers again. His hands are freed and reach for yours with delicate intertwined fingers that grip tightly. He invites you to go on top of you. Your body takes the real form, his does too.

White aura surrounding him. Red surrounding yours. His legs on each side of your body, you burying on him, deep, deep inside. Your mouths interlocked, your tongues dancing with each other. Chests one against the other, sweating bodies sharing the intimacy connection of love and lust.

“Come back, come back as many times as you want…”

[zackprincebooks]

WIP Wednesday

Godhunt, Chapter 6: Offer

Egg = Cracked

With trembling hands, Lucy reaches up and lifts the crown of flowers off her head. Some of the petals are tangled with her hair, but she doesn’t take her eyes off the Holly-Crowned One as she gently pulls her hair free. “Here,” she rasps. The Holly-Crowned One raises a thin eyebrow at the sight of her offering and they stand, filling Lucy’s gaze with their height. They’re even taller than before, with the very top of Lucy’s head barely reaching their sternum. “Why? Does it displease you?” Their claws gently caress Lucy’s cheek. “No, it pleases me greatly.” Lucy’s cheeks grow warm at their touch. “But in the spirit of the Flower Dance, I wanted you to have it.” A puff of a chuckle escapes the Holly-Crowned One. “How silly of us. I also wanted to honor the Dance, but instead it was I who played the role of the maid to your man.” Something has cracked in the fabric of the world. Cracked pieces have been slotted into space and everything is clearer. The very sky has rent itself open to rain down truth itself. That’s not what happens. The Holly-Crowned One still stands there, claws brushing against pinkened skin, waiting for an answer. But to him, that’s what it feels like.

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[hollypies]

hello

Aren't you supposed to be dying

[machine-finch]

Have you ever played Ori and the Blind Forest?

With Hollow Knight, Rain World and Ori we assemble the holly trinity of 2d platformers about small characters in scary worlds

But seriously, I really recommend Ori games

Pffft, don't worry, I have played both of Ori games, I'm well acquainted with the holy trinity. I have enjoyed them quite a lot too, for the wonderful visuals and snappy gameplay both, but they don't seem to have the same hold on my brain as the other two games.

[blueberry-ovaries]

MISC. TAG GAME:

thank you for the tag @ronald-speirs, @panzershrike-pretz @malarkgirlypop and @grumpy-liebgott !!! sorry it took me so long!

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

oooh okay so recently i came back from europe, and i literally loved it so much! i oddly enough LOVED vatican city! and i absolutely adored venice and paris! however, london was also really nice! (i cannot decide i’m so sorry😭)

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Honestly, going to University! Even when it’s hard and i hate it and have no idea what i’m doing, the fact i made it into university is something i’m very proud of!

Favourite books?

the picture of dorian gray - Oscar Wilde

a good girls guide to murder - Holly Jackson

5 survive - Holly Jackson

the outsiders - S.E Hinton

of mice and men - John Steinbeck

Something that makes your heart happy when you think about it?

my dog :) - his name is cisco and he was free to a good home and under fed, and now he gets treats every time we leave the house and sleeps on the bed

Favourite thing about your culture?

about being Australian? I would suppose our love for sport. We play so many sports over here and we support the aussies even if we don’t like the sport! For example the Matilda’s, our women’s soccer team! Soccer isn’t as big as AFL over here, but i’ve never seen so much support behind Womens soccer, let alone ANY soccer, as we’re very proud of our sporting teams!

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

close to two years ago? i’m not too sure, but i watched BoB first!

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I have not! but i am trying to get my hands on the Dick Winters and Ron Speirs books!

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Babe Heffron! and the “are you serious?! only the goddamn nuns call me Edward” BUT the scene with Gene in the fox hole where Babe mocks Gene calling him Babe is a very close second

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

i have been known to dabble in other fandoms on other apps in fanfic writing 🤭

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

ANDREW GARFIELD!!! and i am The Amazing spider-man enthusiast!!! (plus hacksaw ridge is a masterpiece)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

Some quotes my dad likes to tell me when i’m really anxious over university/ actively having a panic attack are:

“you can only do what you can do” - which pretty much means that all i can do is my best, and the rest will sort itself out, there’s no use stressing over situations i have no control over.

“how do you eat an elephant?” - which basically means, to tackle something large you take it one step at a time, ergo - to eat an elephant you eat it piece by piece

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

Oh God, i’m not a very interesting person 🧍🏼‍♀️

I got swooped by birds in a century once and have hated birds ever since

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

i do not have a beta reader 🤭 so position is potentially open 🤭

Three things that make you smile?

- sunsets! i LOVE watching sunsets i just think they are so pretty!

- rainy days (only when i’m inside) But i love rainy days, when i can sit by a window to read or do homework etc. I just think there is something so beautiful about rain!

- chocolate chip cookies :) my FAVOURITE cookies! i do not care if they are basic i love them sm

Any nicknames you like?

most of my nicknames :) But especially the nicknames that my parents give me :))

List some people you love to see around on tumblr:

i’m so sorry if i forget anyone @malarkgirlypop @ronald-speirs @ronsparky @mads-nixon @panzershrike-pretz @executethyself35 @next-autopsy @winnielefou @1waveshortofashipwreck @footprintsinthesxnd @caffeinated-fan @dontirrigateme @softliebgott @xxluckystrike @easycompany123 (+ all my mutuals who i have not tagged, love y’all i just have shocking name recollection)

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

i mean it would depend on what kinda zombies?? But most likely keeping friends and family alive.

Realistically, dying. i’m not dealing with all that.

Favorite movie?

mulan!!! i LOVE mulan (clearly… i’m literally writing a fic with mulan ideas)

Do you like horror movies?

i got a live hate relationship with them. Like i HATE religious horror with a passion, it freaks me the fuck out, but the conjuring series has great story lines?? However i watched the nun once and i swear to god i almost shit myself whenever k had to leave my room at night?! I was CONVINCED that motherfucker was gonna be in my house.

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @mads-nixon @easycompany123 @executethyself35 @montied @ronsparky @dontirrigateme (plus everyone else who would like to do this! consider this an offical tag!)

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

OC Questionare

Thanks for the tag @winterandwords and @illarian-rambling! I'm gonna compile the questions in this one 👍🏾.

I tag: @jezifster @weirdgirlcroix @the-void-writes @revenantlore @cryptid-s-wips (Only if you want! Open tag too)

Your questions

1. Be honest, you fucking up that dance floor? (Good or bad way doesn't matter.)

2. Something you think is stupid?

3. How's that sleep schedule looking?

Robots & Gardens crew I guess.

What are you most ashamed of doing?

Green: "Killing a protester for meh money. Was desperate at the time. Hopin' not to fall on desperate times again."

Peace: "Guess I'm ashamed if I dragged anyone into an unsuccessful plan. Stresses everyone out."

Hollis: "Working my old job. Shouldn't have stuck around so long."

Donnie: "Taking on extra enhancements to do this job."

Digits: "I wouldn't really say I've got a lot of actual friends. So I've gotta be doing something."

If you had one wish, what would it be?

Green: "Enough money to support all the peoples that roam in. 'Specially the kids and Peace. Peace might hate it, but she loves me it's fine."

Peace: "No more fucking smog. I want to see the sky. I feel like I haven't seen a clear sky since I was a kid. The hell is this?"

Hollis: "That I had focused more on my music. Love helping people but I shouldn't be used to seeing demolished prosthetics and what people look like screaming and sobbing in pain. You know? But maybe that's me."

Donnie: "More accessible tech. Damn it took me three damn lifetimes to figure all of this out."

Digits: "I just want prosthetics that don't suck ass and sleep. If they pick sleep tell them to make it eternal. I'm sick of this shit."

Where is your favourite place in the world?

Green: "Gonna take ya on a nostalgia trip a bit. I'd say Peace's parents's place. But maybe the diner with the good pops. The fizzies in the glass bottles with the real sugar. Oh hell yeah. Add Peace to the mix and a silent phone and I migh've finally died."

Peace: "There's this spot by the diner right. And there used to be a patch of trees and like an itty bitty pond thing? It was kinda like a really really deep puddle after it rains. Green and I used to sit there sometimes and chug fizzies back to back till we felt like we were gonna puke. Think one of us did one time."

Hollis: "There's a couple hangout spots. But one in particular has a longue sorta thing going. And I get to play my music for a crowd. Get to play my music for the gorgeous dancers when they show. And I usually get a mouthful of a beautiful person too. It's the place to be."

Donnie: "Those rooftop garden things. A lot of them do end up shrivelled and depressing looking after the chemical rain. But the ones that flourish. Really fucking flourish. It's gorgeous. Or just my own home garden. It's nice to stare at nature after fighting all day. Or staring at screens all day."

Digits: "Is it sad if I say my place? Feeling like I'm barely there anymore. It's comfy. There's usually food. The tv works. I like my room, bed's comfy."

What is (or would be) your favorite subject in school?

Green: "History. I actually understood it the longest."

Peace: "Foreign language. Language classes in general really."

Hollis: "Shit it's been awhile. Any of the hobby classes maybe. Really liked the hands on stuff." (Electives basically).

Donnie: "Science. The really broad environmental stuff. I didn't like the smaller stuff much."

Digits: "Math and trade skills. Ended up working construction for a reason."

Have you ever played a prank on someone?

Green: "Yeah. Think I ended up gettin' my ass beat by the menace though."

Peace: "Nope. Well maybe? I helped Green out with hers sometimes. I hate when that woman pranks me. Gets her off my back if she can focus it on someone else."

Hollis: "Pulled out a chair or two. Swapped drinks. Nothing special."

Donnie: "I don't think so. I don't think I'm clever enough to come up with a good one."

Digits: "People usually prank me. But I've gotten my get back a couple times."

If you could swap bodies with anyone you know for a day, who would it be?

Green: "Hollis maybe. She's cool, maybe I could get somethin' out of it."

Peace: "Digits. And I'm making her lay the hell down."

Hollis: "Don't think I could do it. Donnie gets injured all the time. Digits's arms spazz at random. I'd give myself a concussion in Peace's body. Get killed in Green's. And would be annoyed to clean up after drunk assholes at my hangout spot as a bartender."

Donnie: "Digits maybe. Give her a mental break from her prosthetics at least."

Digits: "Green. Green all day. No I didn't answer that too fast. Fuck off."

[hollismackenzie]

| SKEET ULRICH & HE/HIM | congratulations, HOLLIS MACKENZIE survived another night. the town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. not to mention, we can’t lose another GRAVE YARD ATTENDANT, plus they’re only 28 years old. crazy to think, it’s been 7 YEARS since their arrival, though in a place like oblitus it can feel much longer. good thing they’re staying at the MOTEL. almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS , and where they came from. it’s no secret, they were RUNNING AWAY FROM THEIR FOSTER HOME when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. truth be told, they’re awfully CURIOUS and DISCONNECTED, but they’ve survived this long. well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play NARA DREAMLAND by NICOLE DOLLANGANGER this time. welcome to another night in oblitus, please don’t open the doors. 

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 1.83m

EYES: Brown

HAIR: Brunet

BUILD: Wiry

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: 8" scar running vertically down the center of his chest.

BIOGRAPHY Hollis grew up in the foster care system after his parents died when he was three years old. Shortly after, he became unusually fascinated by death, claiming he could talk with ghosts. To this day, no-one has ever believed him. Though his memories of the accident that took his parents are hazy, his social worker believed it was the cause of his morbid fascination and he spent most of his later childhood and early adolescence receiving various forms of psychological interventions.

Due to his temperament, he was passed around foster homes, never finding one that really seemed to care until the very end. However, at 21, they told him that they'd be asking him to leave once he aged out.

In a fit of anger and desperation, Hollis ran away. Since that night, he's been stuck in Oblitus.

He now works as a graveyard attendant, tending to the dead with a strange mix of reverence and fear.

Despite being fascinated by death, Hollis is terrified of it, as well as the dark and just about anything macabre you can think of.

He lives in a clean, but cluttered, motel room, filled with notebooks, paper and anything else he's found to write on. He's spent most of his time alone, writing or talking to the spirits he believes he's communicating with.

Hollis was abandoned by pretty much everything he was ever given. His fear of being left behind fuels his obsession with the dead. Desperate to reconnect, he devotes his life to who he could have been, disregarding who he might yet be.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

Parental Figure - Someone who essentially takes pity on him. They watched him for a while and felt the urge to check in on him now and again. When did you last eat or sleep? Why do you smell like mud? Graveyard Visitor - Someone who frequents the graveyard he works at. They make small interactions with him every time they visit, for better or worse. Is it going to rain today? Were you sleeping just then? Believer - Someone who believes that he’s able to communicate with spirits despite his ability to provide proof. Is it terrifying? Can you tell someone something for me? Detractor - Someone who’s had enough of this guy and wants to call him out on his nonsense. If we’re all stuck with you, can you at least change the record?  Curious Townie - Someone who just wants to know more. They find him a bit weird. They don’t believe him but they find it fascinating that he believes himself. Is this an elaborate prank? Friends - Hollis isn’t great at making friends. He’s too caught up in his own world to take proper care of himself, let alone anyone else. But, if you’re cool with only being thought about when you’re directly in front of him, he doesn’t hate the idea of having someone to spend time with. Relationships - Hollis would be a nightmare to try and date. If you really want to go for it, I guess you’d maybe find him unique or maybe feel you can fix him or want to take care of him? Whatever it is, it’s probably not going to survive for very long. It’s not that he doesn’t care. Hollis cares about things more than most people. He just doesn’t care about the right things. Good for mutual emotional torment!