#i thought it was difficult to make a song as fitting of leo as birthday of my music but this one isnt left behind in the slightest !!!

[knightzp]

LEOOOOOO 🥺🥺🥺

[99simproblems]

Rules: 1. Pick a sim of your choice 2. Tell us about them 3. Tag someone else (if you want to!)

I was tagged by @theageofsims.  Thank you!

Name: Kim Kyung-hwa

How old is your sim? 

He's actually 40 years old, but like all Witches, he stopped aging in his mid to late twenties.

When is your sim’s birthday? 

April 30

What is your sim’s zodiac sign? 

Taurus Sun  Scorpio Moon  Leo Rising

(Aries Mercury, Leo Mars, & Gemini Venus)  

Martial Status: Married

Does your sim have any nicknames?

I suck at giving my OCs nicknames.  

Do they have a job?  

He owns and runs a Bakery-café.

 ( He was a hairstylist, but it’s difficult to pull off in this game, so I changed his career again.)

Where does your sim live? 

Currently Willow Creek, but he's planning to move.

Who does your sim live with? 

Isaiah, his two cats, and dog. 

What environment did your sims grow up in? (strict, loving, cold etc.) 

His father was a strict disciplinarian. His mom was the more loving and relaxed parent, but had no problem being stern when necessary. 

What are your sim’s favorite food?  

Turtle Cheesecake

What is your sim’s favorite drink? 

Anything sweet and fruity.

If they have one what is your sim’s favorite color?  

Purple, Red, and Black

Is your sim introverted or extroverted?  

He's definitely an extrovert. He can easily walk up to a stranger and start a conversation if they have good vibes.   

What is your sims favorite woohoo position?  

Prone bone (prefers the dominant role) and Cowboy. 

Is your sim a pet person? 

He has a soft spot for cute animals, plus he has the ability to communicate them. It’s annoying sometimes, but it’s useful.

Does your sim have a best friend?  

He has three close friends: Thanh, Ramón, and Takeshi.

What is/was your sim’s favorite school subject?

His favorite subjects were PE, Spanish(he loves learning languages), and Social Studies.

(I’m on the fence about giving Witches separate schooling, but if I choose to go that route, his favorite subjects would be Spellcasting and Divination.)

Are they planning to go or have they already been to college?

 Already been. He graduated from Britechester in 2003.

What are your sims political beliefs? (if they have them) 

He’s strongly left-wing.

Does your sim have a favorite TV show:  

Honestly, I don’t know. 😅

Does your sim like books?

Kind of? He rather watch a movie, though. Reading is Isaiah’s thing. 

What is your sim’s personal style?  

Snazzy suits, form fitting pants(esp ripped pants), half open shirts, chest harnesses, hats, earrings, ankle boots, big hats, and chokers. He also wears leather jackets(I just haven’t found any that look flattering on his body type :P).

Is your sim religious? 

His religious beliefs are a mix of Buddhism and Muism (Korean Shamanism).

What kind of music does your sim listen to? 

His playlists have songs from a variety of genres except Country, Death Metal, and other genres I can’t name right now. 

What is your sim’s favorite type of weather? 

He likes mid-spring weather. It’s sunny, but not too hot. 

Does your sim have a dream job?

One day he wants to expand his business. He’s working on making that a reality. 

Does your sim have any siblings? 

He has an identical twin sister(she's cis, he's trans), an older brother, and a younger sister.

Does your sim get along with their family?

He's close to his siblings. He has a great relationship with his mom too.  His relationship is father is pretty good these days. He clashed with him a lot growing up. He thought he was emotionally distant and controlling. His  strictness pissed him off. He also hated how he prioritized work over spending time with his family. Min-chul was driven by his need to be successful and financially stable, so his children could have a better life than he did. Kyung-hwa didn't understand that when he was young. But still, his dad didn't have to be so damn strict and overprotective. He felt stifled and controlled. (Having autonomy is very important to him).

What is your sims favorite hobby?

Collecting Vinyl records. He has them organized by year, date, and genre.

(An ESFP being organized? It’s more likely than you think.)

What does your sim look for in a romantic partner? 

Someone who loves him for who he is and doesn’t try to control him.

What is a flaw your sim has? 

His confrontational personality has gotten him into risky or even life threatening situations. His flirtatiousness almost ruined his relationship with Isaiah.

Does your sim have a greatest achievement?

He’s working on it.

If they have one, what is your sim’s greatest regret? 

He regrets giving his virginity to his high school boyfriend. That asshole basically ghosted him after he gave it up. Kyung-hwa isn’t the type to dwell on the past, but he’d chew him out if ever sees him again. He would’ve confronted him back then if his friend didn’t hold him back.

[shaineybainey]

“Noble Intentions”

Lab Rats [T]

The Lab Rats and Mighty Med teams face off with the greatest threat to humanity yet: The Incapacitator, a supervillain bent on becoming the most powerful in the planet. …Which makes things super awkward for Leo, considering that their newest nemesis is his father. AU. Lab Rats vs Mighty Med redux.

** DISCLAIMER: SEE CHAPTER ONE FOR DISCLAIMER **

tagging: @vcnting @clockradio93 @neshatriumphs @weareoutofmaplesyrupdave @aaaaahhhhh1234 @serpent-princess @verified-dumbass

II: On the Verge of a Storm

Leo punches in the last batch of information on the computer while a song from the newest Childish album thumps softly through his headphone. He double checks the record – approximately mid-September 1995 – just to make sure he got it right.

He huffs. All of these repetitive tasks are killing his brain cells. Day in and day out, he does the same things. He’d been an assistant for his stepfather for about three years now. He really thought they would give him a new job, especially since they have an actual school to run.

But no, of course not. All they did was stick him behind a bigger, fancier desk and change his title from Mission Specialist to Information Manager.

They’re not fooling anyone. It’s the same old job.

He sighs, leaning back on his swivel chair. He really should be out there helping them. He should be a mentor! There are some things he can teach the students.

Secretly, he finds it a little laughable that Bree really thinks she can handle the Modern Living classes. What’s worse still is that his stepfather and his brothers actually think it’s a good idea, too.

Modern Living? With a girl who’s only been out in the world for three years? What does she or any of them know about living in the world out there? They’re rich, they’re powerful, they’re good-looking. Not once in their lives had they ever had to adapt to the harsher realities of real living.

They’ve never known what it’s like to be followed in stores, to feel like people’s idea of welcoming them is by distrusting them. They don’t know what it’s like to avoid certain neighborhoods out of fear for their lives. They don’t know what it’s like to live paycheck to paycheck, to see things and have their hearts break when they realize they just don’t have any money to even want for those things.

They’ve never wanted - they’ve just always had.

Wait. What are you thinking? He shakes his head then pulls down his headphones to his neck. He can’t think like this. His father thinks like this, and…

No. That doesn’t mean he’s becoming like him. That doesn’t mean he would turn into him.

Desperate for a change of thought, he returns his attention back on his task. He double checks the entire record, making sure no blank is left unfilled. Once he’s done, he clicks on Update. 

He takes a calming breath as it loads. It’s okay. It doesn’t make you a bad person, he tells himself as condemnatory feelings from earlier thoughts loom like a dark cloud at the back of his mind. It’s just not a good day. You’re just super irritated. It’s okay.

“Hey, Leo!” Chase greets as he and their father stroll into the quarters. “How’s data entry going?”

“Oh, you know. Peachy,” he tells them, grinning sardonically. “I feel like I am making such a difference in the world by making sure we know Donald the Third’s birthday is sometime mid-September.”

“You are making a difference in the world,” Donald says as he approaches the kitchenette. “You’re helping us have an accurate record on the students. Plus, we have to know when the students’ birthdays are!”

Right. As opposed to knowing when my graduation was and being there to support me, Leo thinks bitterly but doesn’t say. “How did the webcast go?” he asks his stepbrother.

Chase scoffs. “Mr. Davenport didn’t let me talk.”

“So it went great,” Donald says, grinning.

Chase rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Let’s just find a company that will mass produce the energy transponder.”

“I…already did.”

“What?”

“As soon as the presentation was over, I made a phone call. That was it. After that, the deal was done.”

Chase frowns. “Why didn’t you consult me?”

“Yeah,” Leo chimes in. “I thought this would be your ‘big project’ together.”

“Well, if I did that, then I’d have to listen to him,” Donald says, pointing to Chase. “I don’t know if you know, but he tends to drone on and on about things that no one is ever interested in.”

“Hm. Wonder where he got that from,” Leo says, brows hitched as he stares at the tech mogul.

“Well, did you at least go with a company that’s environmentally conscious?” Chase demands.

“Well, I considered that – and many, many other things,” Donald says then grins, “but in the end I just went with the one that will make me more money. Ka-ching!”

Leo and Chase watch as their father walks out of the quarters, a bottle of water in hand, grinning from ear to ear. 

Leo leans back on his chair and crosses his arms thoughtfully. “Sometimes I wonder about his fitness in being a father.”

Chase sighs. “Don’t remind me. I’ve got a feeling this won’t be the only time he’d do it.”

“Well, what are you going to do about it?”

“What is there to do? It’s not like companies would deal with me,” Chase says. “To them, I’m just a collaborator. I’m just his kid.”

“Don’t you have a copy of the blueprint?”

Chase looks at him thoughtfully, bordering suspicion. “Are you suggesting I make deals on my own?”

“I’m suggesting you’re the other half of this project. The company he’s chosen can’t do anything unless you both sign the agreement.”

A smirk of understanding slowly pulls at Chase’s lips.

“The ball is still in your court,” Leo confirms, smiling. “The buyers can look at you anyway they want, but the fact is that you’re 18. Chase, you’re not exactly a minor anymore. You’ve got a say in this.”

Chase grins. “You know, Mr. Davenport won’t be happy that you pointed that out to me.”

Leo slowly turns his swivel chair away from his brother. “Pointed what out to you?” he feigns cluelessness before turning his back completely on him.

Chase grins as his younger brother slips on his headphones back on.

After Chase exits the quarters, armed with a tank of newfound confidence, a text message comes in through Leo’s phone.

Monday, 12:16 PM

Hey. You with your mom?

Leo frowns at his phone.

No. She’s out in Bakersfield on an assignment. Why?

12:19  PM

You’re with your family?

Yeah? Why?

You didn’t tell me you’d be there.

It feels like he had been doused with cold water.

That doesn’t sit right with him. He doesn’t like the suspicions and theories rising in his head one bit.

Dad…

Please don’t tell me you’re trying to do something

You agreed they’re off limits

I agreed YOU’RE off-limits, and your mother.

Leo gets up, taps the phone icon on top of the text messages, then places the phone on his ear. He crosses the quarters as it rings, looking around to make sure there’s no one within earshot. He walks out as far as he can from the building and from the surveillance cameras that might hear.

The other line rings for a few more seconds. Then: “Leo?”

“Dad? Where are you, and what are you doing?”

He chuckles. “I’m used to this level of suspicion from superheroes, not my own kid.”

“Because it sounds like you’re planning something.” Leo glances behind him and sees no one. He whispers, “Why do you ask me if I’m with them? You wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t think I could get hurt.”

“I just wanted to know where you are!” his dad says. It grates a little on Leo’s nerves to hear him laugh. How could he find this amusing? “What are you doing right now?”

“I’m helping out my stepdad with their student records. I just finished the last file.”

There’s a pause. “You know I don’t like you doing this,” his father finally says, and it’s not difficult to pick up on the inkling of disappointment. “You’re a smart young man. You finished high school earlier than your stepsiblings. You can create and do things no one else can! Why are you letting them do this to you?”

“What about you? You could have chosen to be a superhero.”

His father sighs. “Superheroes are fighting a lost cause, son. You know that,” he says. “And you know why I won’t be like them. They’re incompetent. Why would I willingly work alongside them?”

Leo closes his eyes in surrender. Of course. His father never liked heroes because of what happened to his family. “I’m sorry, Dad. I’ve just been super irritated today. I don’t like this at all either,” he confesses wearily. “I’m wasting away behind a desk. I know that, too.”

“You know you can always join me.”

Leo smirks. “What, and get pummeled during our first fight? I barely survived the ones I’ve gone on with my stepsiblings.” He chuckles. “You know I’m not like you. I don’t have any abilities.”

“But you’re smart. You can just put together what you need.”

“I’ve told you about the attack orbs. It ended up in a disaster.”

“Ah, it’s been a year since. Plus, I can always help you.”

Leo grins. He would never admit it, but the thought does make him feel a lot better. “You said you’ll let me choose what I’m going to be.”

“If your stepdad doesn’t promote you any time soon, I’m gonna have to change my mind. The heroes are just wasting your talent.”

Leo laughs. “Seriously, Dad. Where are you? What are you doing?”

“Nothing important. I just finished lunch.” He pauses for a moment. “I’ve been working on something. It’s all for you.”

Leo smirks albeit with his brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve been thinking about your future. I’m not going to get any younger, Leo. My line of work is thrilling, and even though I think most superheroes aren’t bright enough to catch me, I know that one day someone will come along and end my career.” He chuckles. “I’m not exactly in a line of work where people can just retire. Others…make us retire.”

He knows his father is being realistic, and it’s good that he views the future with some humor. Still, he can’t look at it with the same level of apathy. “Please don’t say that. That’s not funny.”

“I’m just being real. I won’t be a good father if I just filled your head with fantasies,” his father replies. “Hey. We should meet up soon. I want you to see this one place. When will you have some time off?”

Leo thinks about it. “It’s smack dead in the middle of summer. Since I’m not a student here, and I don’t really care to stick around to be their errand boy, I’d say sometime tonight.”

“Your stepdad won’t be suspicious?”

Leo scoffs in disgust. “He’s too busy conning my stepbrother and daydreaming about more money. I doubt he has any room to think about anything else.”

“Hm. Your mom really could have married anyone else. She could have married Tecton, and I would have preferred that a lot better.”

“Usually, I would say that it’s not a good idea, but you know what? Today, I agree.”

His father chuckles. “All right. I’ll call you soon.”

“Okay. Bye, Dad.”

“Bye, son.”

Leo hangs up but stares at his phone a while. I’ll call you soon, his father says. He chuckles. He really should ease up on the paranoia.  

Urged with thoughts of hunger, he comes back into the main building then heads for the cafeteria. He thinks of the fact that he would get to spend time with his father soon. They didn’t get to hang out after his graduation, probably because his mother was there. He saw him in the crowd during the ceremony but he was gone right after.

The hopeful images of him being taken away from there bring a certain lightness to his steps. He likes the island, but he doesn’t like much what goes on between the people who live in it.

As he lists the things he’d like to do on his vacation, he neglects to notice the alert that the hydroloop is jetting inland at lightning speed, carrying with it the person he didn’t know was already coming.

[goodlucktai]

Raiders (2/?)

A/N: Several of you were interested in more of the Mummy AU, so I did my best to scrape something together. :’) The writer’s block is real. 

Again, this fic is based off of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, and stands as a sequel to “Know the world in yourself.”

I’ll be posting the rest of Raiders in snippets like this one, and then add it to the series on AO3 when it’s complete.

Story tag

x

Don is reaching for the door of his office when it opens by itself. Mikey beams at the man who steps inside the cluttered room and receives a similarly warm greeting in turn.

"Professor Angel," the man greets Don with a nod, followed by a friendly, "Doctor Angel."

"Not a doctor, Brody," Mikey says cheerfully for probably the dozenth time. "I didn't even finish high school."

Don hides a wince at that reminder with the ease of long practice. Raph does it less smoothly.

Brody only waves it away. "Semantics." He glances at Raphael, extending a hand politely. "And I don't believe we've met, Mister…?"

"Hamato," Raphael says after a moment's hesitation. He's giving his brothers a sidelong look as he shakes Brody's hand, and Don realizes belatedly that he never explained his change of name. Later, he thinks with a pang of regret.

"I'm Marcus Brody, Dean of Students here at Marshall. I'm something of a regular patron when it comes to the Angel brothers' business."

If anything, Raphael seems to understand they've cut ties with their family name, even if he doesn't know why. So when Brody brightens abruptly with revelation and asks if Raphael is any relation to Yoshi Hamato, Raphael simply says, "He was my father," instead of the more honest 'he was our father.'

"An incredible man," Brody reminisces fondly. "I remember a week we spent in Wales, hunting down Celtic legends about the Holy Grail. We went to a tavern to charm information out of the locals and your father got drunk, climbed on top of the bar, and sang some old college song at the top of his lungs until the police came in and arrested him."

"No way," Mikey whispers, awed and delighted. Don covers his face with his hand and does his best to stifle a surge of ridiculous laughter. Thinking of father used to hurt, but now he can imagine him as a young man traveling through Europe, headstrong and charming and every bit as reckless as Don's crazy little brother, and somehow the thought isn't painful at all.

"You're joking," Raphael says faintly. Brody grins.

"I wish I was. I got lost on my way to pay his bail. It took me hours to find the jailhouse, and by the time I got there, Yoshi was very sober and very confused. It didn't stop him from flirting his way into a clean change of clothes and a cup of coffee, though."

Mikey laughs outright, and Don gives into a wide smile. Raphael turns on them sharply.

"Don't you two even think about tellin' Leo any of this. That guy still thinks of dad as just this side of perfect, and I don't want to go shattering any lifelong illusions before dinner."

"So after dinner is fair game, then," Mikey points out reasonably, probably just for the sake of being contrary. Raphael twitches, as easy to poke into a fit of pique as ever.

"Was there something you needed, Mr. Brody?" Don says pointedly, before his brothers have a chance to devolve into children half their age and start a fight in his office in front of the Dean of Students. "There wasn't a problem with the last group of donations, was there?"

"Of course not," Brody says at once. "They were all stunning, of course, the museum is delighted to have them." He's uncomfortable, though, an unfamiliar frown tugging at his amicable face. "But I brought some people with me today."

"People?"

"From the government." Seeing three identical expressions of worry, Brody hastens to assure them, "It has nothing to do with your business. They're from the Army. Army Intelligence, actually. They're looking for someone you know, Professor."

Don blinks. "Who?"

"Someone by the name of O'Neil."

For a moment, it feels as though the world falls out from under his feet. It takes a few seconds for gravity to reassert itself, and in that time Mikey has placed a hand on his arm and taken the half-step forward that puts himself ahead of his small, fractured family. It’s a move he’s made before, when faced with mortal danger or any imminent threat, and it’s not lost on Don that it’s a move he’s making now. 

"Ask them to wait in the lecture hall, please," Mike says, with a shadow of his usual good cheer. "We'll join you guys in a minute."

Brody nods, looking as though he regrets being the bearer of unfortunate tidings, and slips out of the room without another word. Mikey only looks at Don when the door closes with a quiet catch and the brothers are safely ensconced in the dim daylight of the otherwise empty office.

He squeezes Don's arm, just hard enough to pull his attention back from the soft dread he was floundering in.

"You’ve told me about O’Neil," Mikey says. "He was like a father to you."

Raphael's eyes are sharp but his expression is without judgement. Warily, Don nods.

"He was one of my professors at university. We kept in contact for years, and he was - he was family to me," Don admits in a small, shameful voice, "even when you three weren't."

He isn't proud of that time. When father died, Donatello pushed his grief as far from himself as he could - dealt with it by not dealing with it at all, and writing home became all but impossible, because every time he put pen to paper he had to swallow the new and painful knowledge that father wouldn't be there to open this letter, or the next one, or the next. He would never be waiting to hear from Don ever again, and Don didn't know how to push past that grief.

The O'Neils, though - they were a bright place, an island where there should have been nothing but drowning sea. They came to visit when Kirby was on sabbatical, mailed him gifts on his birthday and hunted him down on the holidays. When Casey became a large part of Don's life, they only invited Casey along as well, and that yawning, aching sense of loss slowly became just another healed wound.

At that point, it was only difficult to write his brothers because it had simply been so long that Don didn't know what to say to them. How to explain his absence in their lives, his distance during this time when they should have all come together. And when it was hard to write them, he wrote the O'Neils instead, and pretended for a long time like he wasn't gradually abandoning one family for another.

And then he found Mikey in Egypt, and Mikey was as good as a stranger to him - a grifter with an agenda of his own and ghosts in his eyes and no time to waste on chasing the brothers that had left him behind. And Don realized the depth of his denial, and set out at once to make right what he had let fall into disrepair.

It's been well over a year since he's heard from the O'Neils, he realizes now with bitter dread. The letters he's sent out have gone unanswered, but this new life with Mikey beside him is a constant whirlwind of misadventure with very little standstill; he's been so busy that the lack of reply never registered as something to worry about. Not when his second family was probably as preoccupied with their own lives as he was with his.

He says as much of this as he can find words for. Mikey lets go of his arm when he comes to a halting finish, but only to punch him on the shoulder.

"Then shape up, big brother, and let's go see what the suits want with your friend." He jabs a thumb over his shoulder and offers a slanting grin, blue eyes sharp at the prospect of trouble or adventure, or even better yet, some combination of the two. "Maybe it'll take us somewhere new."

"You just got home from nearly dying in Peru," Raphael interjects at that point. He's very carefully not looking at Don anymore, and Don doesn't know how to feel about that. "Can't you sit still for more than five minutes?"

"Oh, Raphie," Mikey says with a gratuitous measure of false sympathy, "sitting still doesn't do me any good. It just gives everyone else a head start."

And it’s hard to deny the truth of that statement, even if it does sting. 

Don musters a smile and says, “You’ll help me, then?”

“Of course,” Mikey replies, exasperated. “Last time I left you on your own, you literally cursed the entire world with a book. And I was only gone for like an hour.”

Raphael looks a little weak at the knees. “What?”

Don’s smile gains strength. He rubs a sheepish hand through his hair and says, “Really, though, what are the odds of that happening again?”

“Given our luck? Sixty-forty against you,” Mikey says promptly. “And I’d put money on it.”