#me thinks i finished playing only cause i actually bought the game

[leona-florianova]

Finished playing Weird West...Interesting concept and some of the ideas but daaaaaammnnnnn... repetitive with too many too similar settings.. Not enough variety.. and not enough NPCs with dialogue trees that lead somewhere...Also there could have been more NPCs with just..random lore and stories of their own life?...but no... They didnt use that potential

And worst of all... For a game thats supposed to be a Weird West it wasnt weird enough u_u

[emjiroki]

I couldn't contain myself, I had to write something for Reo. He's been plaguing me.

Nagi's stepsis! Reader x Reo (kinda enemies to lovers sort of)

Wordcount: 1k-ish

TW: Dubcon (Reo is a perv and a little selfish and a lot impulsive), explicit scenes and language, all characters over 21+, this wasn't rushed but written pretty quick cause my brain was working for once. Hope everyone enjoys 💕 likes, reblogs, and comments always appreciated.

Reo always acted like he hated you, couldn't stand that you were even on the planet, despite being the one to insist on staying at Nagi's place. Where he knew you would be. Nagi's pretty stepsister who, Reo claims, is the bane of his existence; always arguing with him and being pouty like the spoiled brat you were.Nagi had explained to him on the ride over that you were just staying with him for a bit as you finished up the last semester of university before you moved into an apartment with one of your friends; But how was he supposed to keep up the facade and act like he wanted nothing to do with you when you were flouncing around his best friends house every time he showed up, with your glossy lips and gorgeous eyes that begged him to fuck your throat till tears were spilling from them. He'd never admit it to anyone but his favorite piece of material in his spank bank was a picture of you at your birthday dinner last month, wearing the tight houndstooth pattern skirt he had bought for you and and looking absolutely gorgeous in it. Had he handed you the gift bag and barely uttered a happy birthday before heading off to the gym with Nagi? sure but it didn't mean he liked you. Just... begrudgingly tolerated you. Despite stroking his cock till it was nearly raw every night to thought of fucking you full of his cum and make you his girl.

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Reo had been trying and failing for the last hour to concentrate on the game him and Nagi were playing online with Yoichi and Hayoma; but the only thing in his mind was you and that whiney voice of yours. Bratty. Pleading with "Shiro-ni" to let you have the big tv in the living room to watch one of your dumb movies, despite having a perfectly good fifty inch flatscreen in the guest room you were staying in to use. Reo couldn't help the way his dick had jumped at your begging, his breath stuttering as all the blood in his brain rushed south. He wanted you whiney and begging for him, tone dripping with lust and brain full of nothing but him.

"Died again. Damn it" Nagi groaned rolling his eyes when he Chigiri taunted him over the headset, "what is up with you tonight?". It took a moment for Reo to realize Nagi was talking to him.

"Huh? Nothing, what's up with you?" He retorted, shifting uncomfortably in the beanbag as his cock throbbed and strained against his sweatpants, "been letting us get our asses kicked".

"Me? You're the one over there spacing out thinking about my sister". Reo's heart began hammering in his throat and he could feel his face heating.

"Oh god as if" He scoffed, rolling his eyes and breaking contact to look away, "She's so goddamn annoying".

"Right, I know you like her dude" Nagi said simply, getting up to switch his controller now that the battery had died before the next round.

"Whatever, Im gonna go piss I'll be back" Reo said, his jaw tight.

"Grab those chips we got at the convenience store earlier while your out there". Reo waved him off as he shut the door but he would grab them anyway. He didn't actually have to piss, he just wanted to leave the room and break the tension, Damn that white haired bastard for calling him out and being right.

Reo didn't see you when he walked out into the living room, the last twenty minutes of your movie still playing and setting the room in a bright glow. It wasn't until he got to the doorway of the kitchen that he saw you, sprawled out asleep on the couch, the throw blanket you had been using falling off onto the floor and leaving your shirt rucked up and short sleeps shorts on full display. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he realized you were wearing one of the T-shirts he had left over here, an old one from when he was in BlueLock. The sight of your soft skin with the cotton pulled up, knowing you most definitely were not wearing a bra underneath, had his blood running hot again; saliva pooling against his tongue and his cheeks burning like open flames. 'Chips, get the chips' He chided himself, turning his back and going to the cabinet to pull the bag out. But then he was in the doorway again, bag lightly gripped in his hand as he stood there a moment, just gazing at you and wondering about everything wrong with him. Everything inside him that was shuffling his feet forward to get a look under your loose shorts, just a look. He'd just pull them to the side real easy and you'd never even know. He was on his knees at the side of the couch, chip bag forgotten on the floor, feeling equal parts shame and excitement as he hooked his fingers beneath the soft material; feeling the lacy edges of your panties. You were so warm under his fingers and it made him throb to think about how wet you'd be, what you'd taste like. He bit back a groan as he let his mind wander for a moment, thinking about how sweet you would be against his tongue and how much he craved it. Craved it like a dog. He couldn't help the feelings of shame dissipating as the mental image of you spread bare and dripping for him broke the last of his restraint. It would only be a taste, just to quell the urge and allow him a little self indulgence. That wasn't wrong right?

Reo was still delicate as he moved your shorts and underwear to the side, not wanting to risk waking you by trying to take it all off, his bright purple eyes taking in every bit of skin he could see until he finally had your pretty pussy on display.

"God, angel just look at you" he murmured just below the volume of the tv, inching his face closer to your exposure until he brushed his nose against the wiry hairs at your mound. He was fulfilling every fantasy he had the moment he sucked your clit in against his tongue, running the slippery muscle up to nudged at the sensitive little bud before dipping down to taste at your entrance, your body tensing beneath his hand lightly on your hip. He couldn't get too greedy, not wanting to wake you but also so so desperate to make you cum so you'd drip against his tastebuds. He tried so hard to be gentle, delicate and light with his menstruations but the more of you he tasted, the drunker he became; vision growing hazy and his moans getting harder and harder to hold back. He was trying so hard not to buck his hips, to not cum in his pants like some inexperienced teenager, rolling and suckling your clit with his lips and tongue stimulating you so much your hips began to unconsciously chase his mouth anytime he attempted to pull away, which only drove him more crazy. You wanted him, you needed him,at least that's what his fuzzy brain was screaming. Craved him as much as he craved you for the first time and his animal brain wasn't about to let up and disappoint you. He needed you to cum for him, needed it like his lungs needed air, and any thought other than getting you to that high was irrelevant; his cock heavy and leaking through his underwear a distant thought. Drool was smearing from his lips against your puffy clit and the light rub of his teeth against your sensitivity had a breathy moan gracing his ears. Reo thought he had died and gone to heaven when he felt a hand card through his violet hair, and not that you had awoken when a desperate groan had spilled from his lips and vibrated against your pussy. He didn’t stop, trying in vain to gain his breath as his heart sat like a rock in his stomach and he was barely able to look up knowing that you would be looking at him.

"Reo?" you mumbled sleepily, pressing up against his fervent mouth even as uncertain butterflies burst through your stomach. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his face as he grunted a confirming sound, not able to tear himself away even as he gained the courage to flash his gaze up to you when you didn't push him away. The stars in his eyes were infectious, addicting in a way you weren't expecting as he looked at you; his pupils blown wide and expression pleading you not to reject him as he pressed closer to devour you and bring you to your high. You were a lot closer than you thought, the feeling of him spitting messily against your clit sending you over the edge with a cut off moan, your hand clamping over your mouth so as not to alert Nagi, your legs tensing around Reo's broad shoulders and shivers running up your spine. He eased back just as your toes uncurled, pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs and smearing your slick against your skin and across his chin. You giggled breathlessly, focusing on the feeling of his shallow breaths and the softness of his hair beneath your fingers.

"Reo, if you wanted me so bad all you had to do was say pretty please" You admitted quietly, watching as the purple haired man smirked and bit your flesh teasingly before shouldering his way past your thighs till your legs were around his waist and his lips were hovering over yours, the pussy drunk look on his face only sending heat to your core again. He kissed the corner of your lips and then your cheek before trailing down your throat to your pulse point, a shaky breath and groan fanning your skin.

"P-Pretty Please"

[morganbritton132]

I love that Eddie is a craft guy! It just makes so much sense. Do you think he's one of those people who is CONSTANTLY doing a new craft and their house is just littered with Eddie's crafts, and he's always making little hand made gifts for Steve, the party and the band? I can totally imagine Steve coming home and the house just being in total disarray and Eddie's just like "I made a bird table and i personalised all your coffee cups :))"

Eddie Munson and the ADHD urge to start a new project before you finished the last one.

Despite Eddie’s big personality and the joy he gets galivanting across cafeteria tables and award show stages, he is very much a homebody. His favorite places growing up was his bedroom, Gareth’s garage, and the drama room where he hosted D&D. Then he went on tour and when the shows were over, he just wanted to be home.

He liked being able to strip away the Eddie Munson persona, sit down, and channel all the ideas in his head into a creative output.

Honestly, making money just made it worse. He can afford shit now.

Steve’s the opposite though.

Steve likes to be out of the house. He was a kid that lived in a big house with parents that never wanted to see or hear him, sometimes year-round sports were the only thing keeping him sane. Once Eddie made it big and was touring, Steve was once again alone in a big empty house and so he found things to do.

He meets up with Robin at least once a week to get dinner and drinks, and sometimes they go dancing or they sing karaoke. Him and Dustin meet up semi-regularly to catch up. He was a part of their neighborhood walking group before Diane annoyed him out of it. He goes bowling with some teachers from work occasionally and takes a pottery class that he sucks at. Him and Max are a part of a trivia team that has only ever succeeded at being the drunkest team in the game.

So, the combination of ‘Steve is 90% of my impulse control and he’s not here right now’ and ‘If I don’t create something, I will die’ means that sometimes Steve comes home to a new windchime or a questionably made bird house.

 Sometimes he comes home to Eddie embroidering one of his jackets by hand even though he bought an embroidery machine that he has never used. Other times, he comes home and Eddie has carved every bar of soap they had into a little fucked-up guy or he found a recorder and wants to play Steve a song.

Or sometimes, Steve returns home from the cooking class he’s taking at their local community center to beads. Beads everywhere.

Beads in the carpet. Beads on the hardwood. Beads in their shoes by the stairs. Beads everywhere.

Steve – who is pretty Type-A about their house being clean and organized because he has a shit memory and needs to be able to find things – very calmly sits aside the ravioli that he made and says, “Eddie, what the fuck?”

“I dropped them.”

Steve makes a gesture like ‘yeah, no shit’ and then just makes a distressed noise, but Eddie waves him off as he dumps a handful of beads into the good punch bowl that they use for parties, “Don’t blame me. Your cat tripped me. I nearly brained myself.”

“She’s only my cat when she’s bad,” Steve sighs, sitting down to help pick the beads up. “Why do you have beads anyways? Since when do we have beads?”

“Do you remember those beaded lizard keychains?” Eddie asks, and then when all he got was silence. “I’m going to make you one…after we pick up two thousand pony beads.”

Steve makes another noise that’s somewhere between ‘you’re causing me actual pain’ and ‘I love you so much it makes me stupid’ and Eddie grins at him. He gestures to the punch bowl and says, “Stevie, think about it. Once we fill this bad boy up, we can separate the beads by color. That’ll be fun, right?”

“…Yeah, I’d actually really like that.”

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Nine}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

"Alastor, that dress was way too expensive! I could have found a cheaper one!" I tell him after we teleported back to the hotel. "Yes you could have, but you said you liked this one, no?" He opens the hotel doors for me, we walk inside and began to head up to my room. "Well yeah but, that doesn't matter. I feel bad for making you spend all that money on a dress." I argue.

"You didn't make me do anything. I never do anything I don't want to do dear." Says Alastor. We walk inside of the elevator. "And if money is what you're worried about, then I assure you, it's rarely a problem for me. Being an overlord does come with it's perks." That didn't make it much better.

Whether he had a lot of money or a little, I still didn't feel right having so much money spent on me. I never did like it. Of course I was always grateful and appreciative of gifts or even just simple things being bought and given to me, no doubt about that.

However, always felt the need to repay such kindness in some way. But I had not a dime to my name down here, there was no possible way I could repay him with cash. But, how else could I? What would he want in return?

That wouldn't result with something at my expense that is...I turn my head to face Alastor, his eyes locked on ahead at the closed elevator doors ahead of us. I finally bit the bullet and asked. 

"Alastor? Is there some way that I can repay you? I mean, I know we have that deal between us. But, you had just spent an ungodly amount of money on me just now. And you really didn't have to, so, what would you like?" I asked.

Alastor laughed and shook his head. "My, aren't you kind? I don't need anything, dear. All of this, is just tiny steps into helping you get back into heaven where you belong. You'll show up at the ball, looking ravishing, and the others will see that this hotel isn't a total waste of time after all! If Charlie can reel in someone so soon, then perhaps there is bound to be something useful about the hotel, surely. That's what they will think."

He continues as the elevator slows to a stop, it's doors opening for us to step out. "And when your god sees that you had a helping hand in redeeming sinners, surely then, you'll be granted entry once more." He finishes explaining just as we get to my room.

"Still, I can't wait until then. I'd like to do something for you sooner. Please? I won't feel right about it unless I do." Alastor rolls his eyes before sighing. "Alright. Let's see..." He pauses for a moment before a smirk falls onto his features.

"How about, you accompany me to the ball, as my date?" My mouth fell agape slightly. My shock quickly disappeared as I noticed the amused look in his eyes. Oh so that's it? He's doing this for as a joke? For a good laugh huh? Fine. Two can play at the game.

"I'd love to." I say with a false smile. I take the dress from him, trying to hold back a giggle as I saw a look of shock cross his face. "I'll see you then Alastor." I stepped inside of my room before shutting the door behind me. I laugh softly as I went to hang up my dress in the closet.

While I did like that I managed to somewhat stun Alastor, I was beginning to regret actually saying yes to his offer. I kind of hoping that he was actually joking. I mean, he was the radio demon, an overlord. There was no way he would ask someone beneath him, to a ball as important as the one coming up.

A week had passed and the ball was only hours away. My anxiety was through the roof, my heart pounding out of my chest. I pace back an forth, trying to calm my nerves as I take deep breaths in and out. But nothing seemed to work. I sigh shakily, stepping in front of my mirror.

I move a strand of hair back into place, and smooth out my dress of any wrinkles. I wasn't wearing my necklace, I had to say, the red of the dress really complimented my skin tone well. However, my wings is a complete contrast to the dress. 

The sudden knock at my door, caused me to quickly grab my necklace and put it on. My formed changed from angel to demon as fast as I hooked the lace around my neck. I hurried to the door and opened it, not much to my surprise, Alastor stood on the other side.

And I had to admit. He looked pretty handsome.

His tuxedo matched my dress, his cologne was near intoxicating, his hair tied back into a neat short ponytail. "Good evening my dear." Alastor greets me with a charming grin.

"Are you ready to go?" He offers his arm. I smile as best as I can before linking my arm with his. "Of course." So, I guess he wasn't joking after all. The walk was in silence, I wasn't sure what to say, as for Alastor...Well, I could never read him so I had no idea what he was thinking. My anxiety hadn't calmed any though. I was minutes away from entering a ball that would be full of overlords and demon royalty.

"Your heart is racing dear." Alastor's voice set me back to reality. I look away from him. "It is not." I muttered. "You underestimate my hearing then. It sounds like it's about to hop out of your chest and run away."

"I hate how accurate you are." I sigh. "What am I suppose to do? Or say? I don't want to look foolish in front of such important people." I admit. "Important people." Alastor repeats with a light laugh. "Dear, not all of those overlords are uptight, proper, distinguished folk. You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not for the likes of them. Of course, you'll want to be respectful. Otherwise, they'll probably kill you without hesitation."

Wow. What a way to relax and yet stress me out all at once.

"The only I can consider decent is Rosie. Now she, is actually worth talking to."

"Is she a friend of yours?" I asked. "A dear friend. I've known her for quite sometime." Alastor explains. "If you're worried about looking foolish, it should be with her. She's a very classy lady, highly respectable." I nod my head. "The others though." Alastor shakes his head. "Bunch of degenerates if you ask me."

Well, this was hell after all. I expected that much. But they were still powerful, they were still to be feared and respected. I didn't want to get on any of their bad sides. God help me if I ever do...

"You really shouldn't worry. They wouldn't dare lay a hand on you, so long as you're on my arm tonight." Alastor tells me. I guess that made me feel a little better. But could I really trust that he'd keep me safe from those guys? Before I knew it, we were right outside of the doors of the grand hall. Alastor looked down at me.

"Are you ready to make an entrance?" I look up at him warily. "Can we keep the entrance minimal? I don't want to attract anymore attention than I have to." He chuckled before opening the doors.

My eyes went wide at the sight before me.

Wow, Charlie really went all out on this ball. I never thought such gorgeous scenery could come from hell, and yet, here it was in all it's beauty. The hotel was already huge, so I assumed Charlie wanted to make the ball look as grand as possible. Alastor walked further in, leading me as he did so. Immediately we were greeted by Charlie. "Hey guys!" She looked magnificent.

She wore a white and red dress that hung from her shoulders, the sleeves stopped just at the end of her forearm. White lacy gloves covered her hands. Her hair let down from it's usual ponytail, framing her face just right to show off her soft features. "Welcome! Im so glad you're here!" She says with a bright cheery smile.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Alastor tells her. I nod and smile gently. "Well, I'll leave you two to enjoy yourselves. Oh but before I go, Y/n, I wanted to ask you something."

"Yes?" I prompt her to continue. "I'm going to give a speech later on tonight, and I was wondering...if you would like to come up and say a few words?" My stomach twisted at her request. "Only if you want to though!" She adds quickly, after noticing my anxiety. "I just thought maybe, this would be a great way to promote the hotel further. I want everyone to know that sinners really are interested in being redeemed. Of course I'm very passionate about the hotel, but people hearing it from a patient themself? It's sure to really hit home!"

I can't believe this. There was no way I could do that. Speaking in front of crowds was never my strong suit. But speaking in front of overlords and the king of hell himself? No way. There was no way in literal hell I could do that. "But like I said, you don't have to. Just an idea." Charlie reminds me.

I wanted to say no. I really, really, wanted to say no. But how could I? After everything Charlie's done for me so far, it wouldn't be very nice of me to deny her this. I sighed before speaking.

"Sure. Why not?" Charlie squealed excitedly before pulling me into a near nine crushing hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I owe you big for this!"

I laugh weakly before hugging her back. "Don't mention it..." Charlie squeezed me one more time before finally parting. She said goodbye to Alastor and I before stepping away to join her girlfriend. I groan as I bring a hand to my head.

"Why did I say yes?" I whine. "Don't worry, you'll have some time to prepare before speaking. Until then, just try to enjoy yourself." Alastor tells me, bringing me out further onto the floor. "How can I now that I have to speak in front of everyone? I'm going to mess it up, I just know it." Another voice cut in just as Alastor was about to speak again.

"Finally got yourself a friend Al?"

I could see Alastor's grin tighten, his brows furrowing, expression turning into one of annoyance. He turned to face whoever was speaking, I did as well. I was met with the sight of a tall demon with a TV screen for a head.

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-09-09

It was Bandcamp Friday last friday so those go up front:

Listening: First up God's Country by Chat Pile which I cannot remember why I found it but is extremely noisy metal. Blunt, to the point.

A Dog A Deer A Seal by Hit Bargain has featured on a Monday before but now I actually bought the album, here's the title track. Very modern-style rock.

The Envoy by Gavlina Rayna Russom, her first solo album after leaving LCD Soundsystem, soundscape electronic and voice based on The Left Hand of Darkness.

Cyberspace Database by Fornax Void, sort of the evil mirror dimension version of Businessfunk which now that I think about it has never come up on here? Incredible. Anyway a sort of fantasy soundscape for a cyberspace environment. Huge album too, like 50 songs.

Alright back to our regularly scheduled programming

Watching: New! Dynamo! Dreams! from Ian Hubert,

This is the first time we're back at what was started in Ep1 so there is in fact some kind of plot, although the series remains supremely vibes-based. Excellent extensive rampaging robotaxi sequence. Dynamo Dreams is mostly about the props and atmosphere.

Reading: Finished The Tyrant Baru Cormorant after a brief lapse in reading. It's got problems! I really like a lot of it but it keeps on pausing the book to tell us about the blogs and wikipedia pages Seth Dickinson has been reading. Have you heard of Euler's Formula? What about the evolutionary argument for homosexuality? Yo did you hear about plants that avert scurvy? I am going to tell you about these in a boringly straightforward didactic way for the next 200 pages while occasionally progressing the plot.

Things I like: There is a very real sense of trying to balance everyone's schemes. Despite the fantasy communication techniques there's a lot of hidden information that gets used well, and the vibe of Baru's person-blindness is felt heavily but by anyone trying to make a plan run smoothly. Baru gets so messed up over the course of these books and it works to demonstrate how she's taking herself to pieces to make this work.

When Baru is actually doing her thing you can ignore the sort of awkward frankensteined nature of the world around her, but when explicit attention is drawn to it it quickly starts to fall apart, and the introduction of the Lightning Cult has me worried that this will only get more severe. Seth Dickinson seemingly cannot do Greg Egan, but they can do the rest of the Baru Cormorant pretty solidly.

Also more Skin Horse. Only to about 2012 so far.

Making: Some abortive soldering projects, hampered by my lack of good quality solder, I only have pure tin/copper blend in pretty coarse gauge, you want something finer and with a little silver for this.

Started working through some Control Theory lectures to brush up on that because I'm also working through some ROS tutorials, I want to make my robotics projects more broadly useful and integrating ROS/microROS might go a long way to helping that.

Playing: Ash and Adam's Gobsmacked, an early access roguelite arena combat goblin game that came out recently. Big focus on mobility, you can run and jump and glide around levels while taking out a bunch of robots. Still pretty finicky, controls are on the slippier side so on the plus side "high skill ceiling" but also "uncontrollable".

A touch of Minecraft, poking at Modrinth mod manager rather than my usual manual mod installation because I was unwilling to spend time figuring out how some of the new mods interact. I really do want to stick with a world long enough to do something interesting sometime.

Tools and Equipment: I set up Tailscale to link my server with my devices when they're in the field, using a headscale node running on my cloud server. It's really nice once you have all the basics sorted out, works smoothly. Worth a look if you want to securely access your home network while on the go.

[raijintosworn]

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: Cyan

Pronouns: she/they/he

Birthday (no year): 28/05 (I share my birth with Siegbert and am between Mercie and chrom!)

Where are you from? What is your time zone? From France, live in England so like 5 hours ahead of the toa clock so I miss a lot

How long is your roleplay experience? Like 15 years now??? What the fuck

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? So I had a friend in school who was a weeb and asked if I RP. And I thought he meant. You know. Nsfw. So I was like Ew no :( I am a teen that is gross. Then he explained he meant like fandom RP and how it works and then I joined him on GaiaOnline YES I'M THAT OLD THANKS AND YES I STILL USE GAIA. I started with hetalia. Yes I'd still like to die

How were you introduced to TOA? Lailah hinted at me for like 2 weeks with lines like "I joined this group and you know Gerome misses Cynthia" and I kept going "sounds fun :)" and did not realise they were hinting until they straight up asked. wow I have been here 6 months

Do you have any pets? No :( I don't have the time for them

What is your favorite time of year and why?(Season, holiday, general period) Summer despite you know. The bugs. But I can actually function in summer

What is your IRL occupation? Data entry; it's why I'm on the discord server most of my day now

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? I like cooking, baking, oh and I'm a cosplayer! I've been at it for 3 years and yes it's mostly fire emblem bar ONE (soon to be two)

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Tales of (WHERE ARE MY TALES FRIENDS AT), Persona, critically acclaimed mmorpg FFXIV, octopath, ?? I'm not sure what else? I tried playing dragon age but it crashes constantly even with the fixes

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: I don't think I have a fave type but I really really love Dragonair 🥺

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! I once wrote about the ships I hate for an English exam. Got an A. But at what cost. One was a hetalia ship (I was a child.) and another was Bart and Milhouse. 😑 Yes that Bart and Milhouse.

How did you get into Fire Emblem? I was told to play Awakening because I'll love it and I'll totally love all these characters. Um. I never finished it. Then Fates came out, twitter didn't shut up about that and I refused to play it. Then 3H came out. I saw Edelgard and it was joever for me. So I bought it and I've been here ever since.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Engage, 3H, Fates (all three routes baby), Awakening, Echoes, Warriors, Sacred Stones, a little FEH until I was put off cause I summoned Easter Xander, a little FE7 and I WILL. FINISH. PATH OF RADIANCE. I SWEAR TO YOU ALL RIGHT NOW.

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: first was technically Awakening but I didn't like it so I dropped it until 2022 I wanna say? So really my first FE was 3H. My favourite? Depends on the day.

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series!

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason!

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays?- Awakening:- Fates:- Three Houses:- Engage:

Favorite Fire Emblem class?

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable?

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran)

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent?

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon)

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?)

Current TOA muses: Cynthia and Ryoma!

Past TOA muses? Alas :(

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Cynthia! My beloved. I didn't think she could be such a strong muse I picked her up cause I was bullied into it. Now she bullies me daily

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) I don't know actually? I love posh assholes. I love sweet girls. I love chaos characters. I dunno you should see my muse list on my indie it's a wild mix

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? I wanna write unrepentant assholes but I can't :( I struggle with that. I'm trying tho

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) um. Well. I like intimate stuff if you're picking up what I'm putting down. But then I run away about 2 replies in so I write fanfic usually. I like kissing too. Um. I love high emotional scenes too. If I could describe my writing style, it's "My Dinner With Andre - the novel" (I've never seen the film but I get the gist)

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? I want Ryoma to be happy. Like genuinely I want him to be in a place where he can forgive himself, maybe even forgive the nohrians. I want him to move on and have a peaceful life as a teacher. But I also want him to fall in love which is. So silly. But. My brain is a shipper lol. As for Cynthia? Hm. I have thoughts for her but that's a whole arc

Favorite TOA-related memories? I dunno! I've had a lotta fun here but I can't think of any specific stuff offhand? Maybe how welcoming everyone was when I joined that was nice 🥺

Present or past tense? Present! I live in the moment! I tend to tense match but present. I like third person and second person POV too but I can't RP in second person BC it feels weird? I mostly write in second person if I'm writing a vent fic. Why? I dunno

Normal size text, small text, no preference? I like tiny text but again I size match. I snoop to see what my partner does and copy them :D

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉  I am working towards the worst fucking creature. 0/10. I hate him (Innes. Yes he's my discord icon rn why do you ask). If someone else grabs him, hm. Tana? L'Arachel? I had more but I'm gunning for my moron mullet man ngl I have THOUGHTS

[dogbunni]

dude your nendou HCs?? on fucking point.

anyway!! if you'd like to: nedou and saiki! friendship hcs!

OUGH friendship hcs??? let's see

[sits bolt upright as my eyes start flickering and emitting light] [several nendo&saiki headcanons are projected onto the wall]

-nendo is an extreme extrovert and saiki is an extreme introvert. now we've all heard of extrovert/introvert friendships and how the extrovert adopts the introvert and yes absolutely nendo did adopt saiki but also get this: nendo is an extrovert who struggles to make friends. he is loud and crude and not super smart and most people find him a little off-putting. saiki on the other hand is an introvert with an insanely high stat in charisma for no fucking reason and most definitely against his will. people are drawn to him despite his best efforts to push them away. therefore nendo and saiki are the dream team. they compliment each other. nendo's unlikeability keeps the normals well away from saiki, whereas saiki's baffling magnetism attracts the weirdos not put off by nendo's nendoness. nendo finally has the friendship group of his dreams, and saiki gets his likeability score tanked every time nendo calls him "pal". incredible.

-theyve been friends long enough now that they can do that weird BFFL thing where they can finish each others sentences and guess pretty accurately each others train of thought. this caused a crisis for saiki bc for a minute he thought nendo actually could read his mind.

-when I say saiki can pretty accurately guess what nendo is thinking I mean that nendo is pretty much always thinking about ramen

-nendo however will have real conversations with saiki where saiki says nothing. not even with his telepathy. nothing. nendo just knows through BFFL magic what saiki would say. saiki loves this, despite being a bit scared that nendo is always right on the money

-sometimes saiki indulges nendo's weird impulsive thoughts. they're both teenage boys. saiki is repressed, but also a silly little guy at heart. he has pushed nendo down a very steep hill in a shopping cart, while nendo stood upright in it, T-posing and screaming the whole way. he fell out and split his lip on the pavement.

-they play saiki's weird bargain bin games together. you can't convince me that they don't.

-they absolutely bully each other and yes it is a love language. sometimes you just need to tell your best friend that he is ugly and a freak of nature and that is okay <3

-they clown on saiki's dad together. saiki likes the challenge of pranking kuniharu without using his powers. nendo just likes seeing kuniharu suffer

-they once bought up every single coffee jelly for miles and then had a taste testing tournament involving a sticker chart to find the best coffee jelly factoring in best quality for money. granted, saiki did a lot of the heavy lifting for this one, but nendo enjoyed putting stickers onto the chart. it holds the record for the most saiki has ever smiled in one day

-once kusuke came over and tried to pull some bullshit while they were hanging out and they just looked at each other and then started throwing shit at him. like;

kusuke: KUSUO I HAVE COME TO EN-

kusuo: (throws TV remote at his head)

kusuke: TO ENGAGE YOU IN-

nendo: (throws a half eaten sandwich at his head)

kusuke: IN A BATTLE OF W-

kusuo: (throws a water bottle at his head)

kusuke: OF WITS- STOP THROWI-

nendo: (throws his chair at his head)

this only ended bc kuniharu thought it looked fun and tried to join in. they then started throwing things at him instead.

-nendo got them matching "I LOVE MY BEST FRIEND" t shirts. saiki has never worn his and never will but nendo wears his fucking constantly

-saiki retaliated by getting t-shirts that said "IM WITH STUPID" and "IM STUPID" on them. jokes on him tho bc nendo loves that shirt too.

[thedawningofthehour]

didn't you say you were making Draxum's house in the sims? Did you ever finish? :(

So I whined about this on my main blog, but I'm having issues with my computer. The power port, and I've noticed this for a while, gets extremely hot whenever I try to run anything more intensive than Powerwash Simulator, and the past few months it's become harder and harder to get it to charge. (I'm not overclocking or anything-I bought this computer for gaming and made sure it had the specs to run shit like my heavily modded Skyrim and Fallout, it should be able to run Sims) I contacted Acer about a repair and they quoted me over eight hundred dollars. The actual computer was about 1200-1300, for comparison. There's other issues with it as well-there's a chip on the screen that's really obvious on a white background, and they advertised that it would support a second hard drive, but it's never recognized the one I bought. The power port is the most grievous though, and power ports on laptops are notoriously hard to repair.

And this computer isn't old. I bought it last spring. Less than a year and a half-and I've barely been gaming on it because I've been writing this, so I spent over a thousand dollars on a turtles fanfiction machine essentially. (there's been other reasons, depression funk caused a complete disinterest in gaming and after so many mass shootings I've started feeling guilty whenever playing games with guns, but writing is mostly what I've been using this expensive gaming PC for) I only had the one-year warranty that came with the computer, but honestly I can't find it in myself to regret that too much because I have never once had a company actually honor a warranty. It's like safety deposits on apartments or insurance claims-they'll do everything they can to weasel out of doing what they're supposed to.

So back to your question-I currently don't trust my computer to run the Sims. Or anything else. And I can afford to buy another gaming PC right now, but it would be financially pretty irresponsible. I returned the tablet I bought to draw with, and I think I'm going to get one of those two-in-one laptop/tablets so I can use it for drawing and writing. Maybe I'll be able to run the Sims 4 on that-it doesn't have to run great, I use it mostly as a building simulator. Kind of sucks though, Crusader Kings 3 came out with another expansion pack and the new Cities Skylines is coming out this fall, plus I've been getting a hankering to play Skyrim again.

But enough about my computer woes, I do think I have some screenshots I could show...

First floor, I apparently took these during the first round of building because I made a lot of changes. The lab is way bigger now, and I have the rest of the house shell done. The blank space in the back right is where I was going to put in the multi-story room where the turtles find the weapons-which is probably the least completed part of the entire house because holy hell the building controls do not want to work with me.

But in the back left you can see Cass and Gale's rooms! :)

I do like how the main hallway turned out. I know it was mostly destroyed on Creation Day, but let's just say Draxum redid it in the same style. The middle picture, that's the little storage room that hides the door to the part of the house where Gale's room is. If you know the Sims you can tell where the secret door is.

And yes, I know the half-walls under the stairs look ridiculous, I've fixed it since then. I couldn't just extend the half-wall all the way back because it would delete the upper staircase, for some reason.

I'm pretty proud of how the living room is turning out. Could be a little bigger, but the symmetry of the bookshelves are just too perfect. (also the curved walls get fussy, FUCK CURVED WALLS) Needs some clutter on the mantle though.

The kitchen no longer looks like this, I moved around a lot of the pictures and added another layer of cabinets, because Draxum probably has like six sets of fine china he's received as gifts throughout the years and refuses to part with. I added more retro-looking décor, because the last time he remodeled this room was in the sixties and I wanted it to look a little old-fashioned. I also imagine he refuses to get an electric stove, saying his mystic wood-burning stove works just fine. I tried to work a pantry in, but it didn't really pan out. (lol) And the more I think about it, he probably has a legit larder somewhere in the basement, since Draxum is from a time before refrigeration and would have grown up storing food in underground cellars. (and he deffo has like several years worth of food stored away, he's pretty much a doomsday prepper)

This is also incidentally the layout of the kitchen at my old house, hence the weird octagon dining area. Except we had windows. With no curtains. In the woods. It was unsettling to cook at night.

Draxum's study is bigger now, and I think I added a fireplace? He absolutely has eight bazillion degrees and awards and he puts them ALL on his wall. He earned that shit, dammit.

His bedroom's nothing to write home about. It's comfortable, not luxurious. There's no electric lights because he prefers candlelight.

Just imagine that white bathroom counter stained with pink splotches from Draxum's hair dye.

I had BARELY done anything with the pool, but as you can see it is indeed a tank. Draxum was planning to keep a mutant or something in there.

I was actually in the process of redoing the entire greenery lol, but I think I did an okay job on 1.0. Not the mason jar lamps though, I'm not sure what I was thinking there.

Some pictures of Lab 1.0. The ooze-vine-thing looks terrible; I straight up haven't even started to recreate it in 2.0. I pushed back Draxum's alchemy area and gave him an actual medical bay in the back, which is where The Table would have been located.

That's mostly Gale's area on the left, I think it still broadly looks this way? I didn't put in stuff like the robotics table because it just looked silly-and besides, we're not actually playing this build. We know Galois only needs two hands and a welder to make a robot.

I will leave you off with a slightly more clutterfied Gale's room! Oh, but also, I GOT PURPLE CC CURTAINS FOR HIM. :D After I took this picture, but just know he has them now. He has no reason to have them because he does not have a window, but I'm happy for him.

[spicysagittarius]

If you don't turn off that stupid video game and have sex with me, I'm gonna masturbate right here

I wanna see how wet/hard I can make you before I fuck you

Keep the noise down, baby. Someone's gonna walk in while I have my dick in you

Okay, so, I thought I ran away with that last one, but I really ran with this one. Like, 2000 words of ran away. Oops! I'll probably post this as an AO3 fic, because why not. That version will obviously be edited, since this version is not. Enjoy! I have no idea if this makes any sense x

Also, I slightly altered a few details of your request. I hope that's okay. I just wanted to be able to combine as many details of your message as I could! I hope you like it xx

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Peter’s on the sofa playing that goddamn FIFA game again with Harry and Miles, and it’s possibly the worst timing, because she’s ovulating and really fucking horny.

It’s not that they’re trying for a baby or anything. God, no. They’ve only been dating for a year and are still very much in college. No babies right now, no, just some frustrating hormones that are causing her really hot boyfriend to look even hotter, somehow, as he sits attentively on the couch in his boxers and old science tee. 

She has a plan, though. Oh, does she. He’s totally in for it.

He’s in for it because she doesn’t have any trousers on, either. But while he’d taken his off for comfortability purposes, she’d done it for vengeful ones. And she’s feeling vengeful tonight, enough to not only be without trousers but to have changed into that one black thong that always sends him into a frenzy, along with the lingerie top she’d recently bought. It’s lacy and black and pushes her chest together just the right way, with off-the-shoulder straps and tiny red flowers stitched in the centre of the chest. 

She steps into the living room, watching him glance at her passively and then doing a quick double take. His eyes are wide, lips slightly parting in shock. “Hey…guys? Just a sec.” He mumbles into the mic on his headphones without looking away from her scantily-clad figure. When he’s muted himself and paused his game, he grunts. “Em, baby, what’s all this?”

MJ smirks. “You wouldn’t believe how wet I am right now.”

“Michelle…”

“I think you should turn that off and fuck me.” When he doesn’t respond in ten seconds, she groans in frustration. “Peter, I’m so serious. Don’t make me beg. It’s humiliating.”

That’s when he smirks. Uh-oh. She’s given him an idea. “You know what I think?” He grins, sitting up further. “I think that you should have to earn it. It shouldn’t be that easy, should it?” She just stutters in response. “You see, I was in the middle of a game,” Peter continues. “You couldn’t have waited until I was done?”

“No, you arsehole—“ 

“Then you’ll have to earn it. Prove to me that it’s worth quitting the game I’ve been planning with my friends for the whole week. Or else…” he shrugs with a teasing smile, “you can wait until tonight.”

Oh, fuck him. And begrudgingly, that’s exactly what she needs. “What do you want.” It’s an annoyed snap. 

“C’mere.” He pats his leg. MJ timidly approaches, watching his eyes rake down her body lustfully. When she’s close enough, he grips her hips and manhandles her onto his lap. She can feel how hard he is against her ass and fuck, she needs him inside her. 

“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” he mumbles into her ear, grabbing the controller again. “I’m gonna finish this game. If you can be good for me, be a good girl and wait here patiently, I’ll eat this pretty cunt and then fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” She shudders from the growl of his voice. 

“Peter…” His proposal sounds promising but she’s distractingly wet between her legs and doesn’t think she can do it. 

Two can play this teasing game. “Actually, I have a better idea.” Oh, she’s a fucking genius for this one. “If that little FIFA game is so important to you, I can think of a few…other options that’ll satisfy me instead.” 

His eyes narrow as she darts back to his bedroom to locate the vibrator they keep in his sock drawer for the occasional messing around. In a flash, she rejoins him in the lounge, toy in hand. He still hasn’t resumed his game. 

“If you’re not gonna fuck me, I’m gonna do it myself. Right here. While you play.” She saunters back to him, switching the vibrator on. “You wanted me on your lap?” 

Once she’s settled on his lap again, this time on his left thigh with each thigh on either side of it, she teasingly grinds her damp thong against his bare leg once. “Turn your game back on, Peter,” she dares. 

That’s when she can tell, from the newly lit fire in his eyes, that he’s got a rebuttal again.

“Don’t worry, Em, I will. But first…” he quickly snatches the toy out of her hand. “I’m gonna do it for you. Played this one-handed enough times. Plus, the guys aren’t half as good and I could beat ‘em with my eyes closed. If you can manage to not cum until I’ve won, I’ll reward you.”

She huffs, ignoring the sudden gush in her thong that he can most definitely feel just as she can. “And if I do?”

“I’ll have to punish you, won’t I?” His condescending tone both infuriates and excites her. 

The vibrator’s already on, so he snakes his left arm around her and slips it under the lace of her thong. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” he mutters under his breath, the last thing he says to her before unmuting his mic. “‘Kay, guys, I’m back. Where were we?”

He ups the speed, then again, then once more, and it’s on one of the highest settings it can go. MJ has to literally bite the back of her hand to stay quiet, because fuck, it’s right on her clit and she’s just thankful he isn’t utilising the other part of the toy. 

As if he can read her mind, he’s manuevering the toy so that the dildo end of it isn’t vibrating on her clit anymore, but slides inside of her, every thick, spasming inch. She slaps her hands onto his forearm, squeezing tightly in non-verbal shock. Once the shaft is completely inside her, his fingers move up to make sure that the second end of the toy is positioned to torture her clit again. His fingers move to erotically rip the thong off of her cunt, the scraps hanging pathetically around her hips in tattered ruins. Her cheeks heat up in shame. 

But her panties were in the way, after all. She’s surprised he’s able to do both at the same time: with his right hand, he flicks the controller expertly, his eyes definitely glued to the screen. And yet, his left hand grips the base of the toy and begins to fuck her with it. There’s no way she’s gonna make it. Not until he finishes the game. Not when she’s already this close. 

There’s a break in the game after a minute or two, and by this time, she’s a puddle of lust and shuddering whines she can barely muffle beneath her hand. He quickly moves his right hand from the controller to her lacy top, yanking the top of it down so that her breasts spill free. The blush on her face deepens and she’s burning from the inside out. In shame or arousal, she’s not sure. Probably both. 

Groping her tits with a greedy hand, he murmurs into her ear teasingly, “Poor girl. Are you nearly there already? Couldn’t hold it? ’S only been a minute.”

The next few minutes after he resumes the game again are quite possibly the most agonising of her life. She can’t cum. She can’t make a sound. Everything in her, notably, her cunt, is screaming at her to fucking. do something. But she can’t. 

At the next break in the game, she shakes her head quickly. “Peter, I can’t,” 

“Aw, baby,” he pouts, pulling her long locks behind her ear so he can look at her. Watch her struggle. “Can’t what?”

“Can’t hold it.” She’s so close. Too close. “I have to…Peter, please, I have to cum. I can’t help it.” 

“Oh?” He snickers. “Well, you’re gonna have to keep the noise down, baby, or they’re gonna hear every sound. Actually,” Peter pulls off the headset with his other hand, then places it on her: each ear of the headphone over hers, the mic landing right in front of her mouth. She can hear the background music of their game, and Harry and Miles chuckling about something irrelevant through their mics. “Think you should say hi to ‘em, MJ. Been awhile, hmm?”

He’s honestly the rudest person she’s ever met. 

Miles and Harry pick up on his faint words. “Michelle?” It’s Harry. But she’s finding it really, really hard to focus on that instead of the mechanical whirring between her legs. 

“Uh.. yep! Y-yeah, hi, Harry. Miles.” She prays that she doesn’t sound as ruined as she feels. Peter watches her with a wide smirk on his face, shoving the faux cock faster inside her. Harder. Deeper. Her eyes water with the effort to conceal the state of her. 

“You good?” Miles asks. She’s obviously not done a great job. Fuck. 

“Yes.” It’s all she can manage, barely stopping a loud whine from escaping her throat. Silence on their end. She’s not convincing enough. “Uh huh.” Her addition sounds even more strained; a clear mistake. 

Peter just drills the silicone inside her, against her clit as she floods onto his thigh, making a sloppy mess of her arousal. Every time her hips jerk back, she unintentionally smears her cunt over the wetness on his leg, making even more of a mess on him. That, and the embarrassed need on her face, is making him throb. She can feel it as he sinfully grinds his hard length against her arse. 

“You sure, MJ? You don’t sound so great.” Harry murmurs. 

“I’m fine,” Michelle gasps. This time proves more obvious than the rest, mostly because Peter’s pulled his cock out of his briefs and the vibrator out of her cunt, replacing it with his hard length. When she’s stuffed full of him completely and lands against his hips after being dropped on his cock, the wind is nearly knocked out of her. He keeps the toy pressed against her clit, the part that was just inside her, heated from the sauna of her warm cunt. 

Her jaw drops and she falls forward; his arm is the only thing that prevents her from falling face-down on his coffee table. Her body jerks and she’s there…

Peter pulls her torso back against him to watch her, watch her fall off the edge and painfully force herself to stay quiet. The second he sees her cum, he rips the toy away, effectively ruining her orgasm, making it more intense and yet more aggravating for her. A long, barely there, tortured whine leaves her lips. 

He quickly grabs the headset off her head, returning it back to his. “Yeah, sorry, guys, she’s not feeling too great right now.”

Neither of them care to hear the coos of sympathy from his friends. He interrupts them, and would’ve normally felt an ounce of guilt. But not now. “Hey, guys? I need to go.” 

Michelle lifts her head from where it rested on her chest in orgasmic ruin.  Was he…

“Mkay. Bye now.” He says in parting, half-heartedly at best. 

“Peter,” she exhales, daring to look at him for the first time in what feels like hours. Unable to decide if she hates him or loves him, she watches his gaze sweep over her, over her dazed expression and her exposed breasts and her taut navel that beats with her heart as it it rests there in her stomach, and from there to the scraps of lace that she once called lingerie. 

“Em, baby…” he mutters. She’s confused by the sigh that leaves him then. It sounds disappointed. “You almost did it.”

What?

At her puzzled expression, Peter just shakes his head. “I told you not to cum until I won the game.”

Oh, no. 

“I think,” he says with a slow, wicked smile, “that means you’re in for it.”

[mongoose-bite]

I don't take many screenshots, but when I do it's of my girl going '...really?' I should save them up for a DO IT FOR HER meme.

Gale is nice, but Faye is REALLY uncomfortable being his dealer, and thinks a lot of his friendliness is just cause she's his supplier. All this wizard stuff goes over her head, tall as she is.

Wyll was very much 'Same hat!' only 'Same job!' I too spent my time rescuing peasants from goblins.

His uh...significant other is a significant problem, but my girl's reaching the point of trying to brainstorm her own dark secrets just to fit in and failing miserably because making things up is not in her nature and she's not smart like that. Although she did eat a tadpole. I don't think she's gonna do it again though. Also somehow I made my guardian into The Rock, but as a drow, which is a little weird (I did not spend long on him.)

Faye does not like or know how to talk to children; she's most happy carrying them out of a burning building or something similar. Actual conversation with them? No. There's a kid getting yelled at in the tiefling camp and she feels bad about ignoring it but really does not want to get involved.

Karliah is lovely in every way (so hot) but I just don't think I'm gonna need her in my party. Although a barbarian, fighter, paladin, wizard combo worked surprisingly well until we found a locked door.

Gale didn't seem to notice how sexy a situation he was in though. It was literally too hot for him; I finished hunting down those 'paladins' and I immediately opened my journal to read the updates, and completely missed Karliah going critical and closed my journal to see Gale unconscious at my feet and the sounds of destruction from within the tollhouse. I turn my back for two seconds i stg.

Asterion continues to tolerate my presence. He keeps getting inspired, but that doesn't improve his opinion of me any. I even bought him a nice bow, with which he almost soloed a giant spider.

Laz'ael blew mostly cold and then suddenly hot. Faye is surprised and flattered enough that she'll go for it, but she's gonna feel weird about it afterwards. I don't think Laz'ael is her type at the end of the day. I, on the other hand, might make my dragonborn a druid? Maybe a sorcerer...

I did finally find someone that made her smile though. His name's Scratch.

I also had a weird dream IRL where my PC was somehow from Yuri on Ice and there was an in-game event where the other characters showed up, and I really wanted a picture of Yuri and Otabek, cause Yuri's in-game model looked so good. I want to play him now. Adds to list: tiny blond elvish wild magic barbarian. Asterion will probably like him better.

[mmmm-bitch]

When Baldur's Gate 3 came out I knew nothing about it. My roommate bought it for me the second week it was out so he had someone to play with. I quickly fell in love with the game, the only knowledge I had going in was what the character creator looked like. My roommate stopped playing while we were in act 1 and we never finished our campaign. So I started many campaigns on my own, learning the mechanics of the game and just exploring. I have completed act 1 and 2 so many times. I’m sure 500hrs are easily sunk into many save files that never made it to act 3. I started to mod it, not really changing game play but to add character customization. Finally I finished my first run with a tiefling bard, it was durge resist and i loved it. I decided I needed to make one tav for every romance-able option, each of those making it to act2.

I played consistently until about mid January where I started to deal with game burn out. I had a non-durge tav that finally made it to act 3 but act 3 burn out got me hard. I’m the type of person that has to explore every inch of a map and complete every quest possible so you can imagine how much time i’ve sunk into just exploring in act 3. All I had left was rescuing the gondians and the final boss fight, but I ran out of steam and put the game down. I thought maybe playing an origin character would help me find love in the game again. So I started with Gale because he’s one of my favorites. But trudging through act 1 was even too much.

Through the entire time I played this game I was struggling hard with depression and cptsd. I wasn’t sure if it was my mental health causing the lack of interest from something I had loved so much. But I decided to just take a break, find something else for a bit.

Until this last week. I had the urge to play again, which shocked me. I tried to return to my last game in act 3 but the file was corrupted. So I decided to start a new Tav. This time around I decided I didn’t want to play the game with the “explore everything” mindset. I’ve decided i’m going to try and give my Tav a personality and stick to it, going places and doing things I think she would do. She’s a (former) Lolth Sworn Drow. I classed her as Rogue Wild magic sorcerer. And I began like I had so many times before.

This has caused me to enjoy the game like I had so many times before. I’m excited once again to play again. It’s given me the ability to make choices I wouldn’t have before, which has refreshed the game so much. I’ve contemplated making another page just to follow the story i’m slowly creating with this tav, but i’m unsure if i actually will. I don’t want to cause any pressure to the game and potentially make me avoid it again lol.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: Daniel Radcliffe is going to be a father at the same time I’m posting this plotline did I manifest that baby into existence??? -Danny

Words: 3,776

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March—May 2004

"You're joking, right?"

"Why would I be joking?"

"Because you just had Josephine..."

"The sooner we have them all, the better," Erick shrugged.

"Anne," Mel blinked. "How many children are you planning to have?"

"Six!" Anne said. "Or Five. Depends."

"On what?"

"How long it takes to have a boy."

"You keep getting pregnant 'cause you want a boy?" Ginny snorted. "That's mental!"

"I mean, if they want to have a boy then by all means do! But... isn't it easier, like, adopting? Or maybe use magic?" Mel suggested.

"That would be cheating."

"Having children is not a game," Erick stated. "Listen, if it were up to me I'd be happy with the girls we have, but Anne insists on having a boy, so we keep trying."

"Not the worst sacrifice you've had to make, is it?" Mel teased him.

"If my wife wants it so badly, how can I refuse?" He grinned.

"Be careful, you could end up like Mel and Harry," Ron mentioned as he entered the drawing room.

"Very funny," she scowled at him.

"I still can't believe you're having twins!" Hermione shivered. "It's a bit scary to think of two mini Mels running around—"

"They could be mini Harrys!" Mel responded angrily.

"Yeah, but that is so frightening we prefer to ignore it," Erick joked.

"Stop it!" Harry threw a chicken bone at the man across the table.

Mel turned it into a butterfly. "Don't do that in front of the kids!"

"They're not paying attention!" He looked over his shoulder. "They're braiding Padfoot's tail..."

Emily, Elizabeth, Teddy, and Regulus were dressing up the boy's dog like a fairy. The black pet was sleeping soundly, unbothered by the children's game.

"So when is your baby due, anyway?" Mel returned to their former subject.

"December," Anne smiled. "It'll be our Christmas present to the girls."

"Ah, the only thing a rich man can't buy—"

"A baby?" Ron chortled. "Pretty sure he could do it if he asks around..."

"Happiness," Mel kicked his foot under the table. "A real family."

"I had a family already," Erick looked at the group with endearment. "I just wasn't a father."

"Have you seen the babies' room? Ginny and Mel just finished it yesterday," the mention of fathers pushed Harry to talk about his near future. "It's really nice."

"It was loads of fun!" Ginny said blithely. "I bought loads of toys, it's so fun being able to spoil children that aren't mine..."

"You sure are putting to use all of the money you've got," Ron raised a brow. "And you still won't give your poor brother free tickets for your games."

Ginny raised a brow. "Last I checked I had no poor brothers."

"C'mon!" Ron complained. "Not even as a wedding gift?"

"That's supposed to be something for the both of you! Not just the groom—"

"I wouldn't mind free tickets, actually," Hermione announced. "I'd like to see you play."

Ron and Hermione's wedding was approaching, it would be far smaller and more private than Harry and Mel's, but it was still an exciting event for everyone.

"Really?" Ron stared at her in surprise.

"Well, I used to enjoy watching you lot play at school, I just didn't like that you were so intense about it."

"It was the only thing I could do without your help," Ron quipped.

"That's right, you would ask for ours instead," Harry retorted.

Ginny chortled. "If you guys really want tickets, I can give you some. Would you like to go too, Annie? You've never been to a Quidditch game, have you?"

The woman's eyes brightened. "I'd love to!"

"Can I go too?" Erick inquired.

"What about you guys?"

Mel looked down at her growing middle in worry. "As long as it's not in August..."

"Oh don't worry about it, I'm sure the staff will make sure Mel Dumbledore remains comfortable and happy if she goes to watch our games," Ginny smirked. "Would give them a good rep in front of everyone else."

"That without mentioning they would hate to face Harry's rage if she's mistreated," Ron added.

"Look at these!" Mel beamed. "They're so sweet!"

"Are we going to be those parents that dress their twins in the same way?"

"No! That's nonsense," Mel chuckled. "Buying two of everything sounds like a waste, and if they grow as quickly as I did, the clothes won't even last them for a year— if I could, I would just have them wear a diaper all day and then maybe a little coat if it gets cold..."

"That way they would catch pneumonia," Harry raised a brow. "You have been reading the parenting books Erick lend to us, right?"

Mel gave him a look. "I was joking."

Harry smiled a little, he looked back at the small trousers in front of him and sighed. "I never had new clothes after I was sent to my aunt. It feels nice, being able to buy stuff for my kids."

His hand went to Mel's belly in a gentle action, he would do that quite often, as if trying to convince himself that it was real, that their family was about to grow twice as big.

"What do you think?" He asked the babies. "Would you like to spend your first year fully naked?"

Mel waited to see if the babies would kick, but nothing happened. She sighed. "They'll do it soon, hopefully..."

Hermione was ten years older than when the Yule Ball had taken place, but she was just as breathtaking when she stepped into the aisle. Ron's eyes remained on her throughout the whole ceremony.

Mel, who still enjoyed taking pictures with her old camera, realized how big her family was now that her friends had started to get married and have children. Everywhere she looked, she saw kids running around and laughing.

Everything they'd achieved during the last few years had done wonders. The recovery of her uncle, his healthy sons, her sturdy relationship with her grandfather, Mel's mother working as a magizoologist next to Newt Scamander's grandson...

"Everyone gather 'round!" She called. "We have ten seconds and not a large lens!"

Mel was pulled into the group and was squeezed next to the bride. Harry, Ron, Hermione and her were at the centre of the picture, and probably the happiest of the whole crowd.

She thought of her parents at James and Lily's wedding, and how different everything had ended for them. She would never be able to repay all of their sacrifices. At least they knew, somehow, that everything had been worth it.

"Now, that's a belly!" Emily exclaimed.

Mel got to her mother's house looking tired, she and Harry had been looking at cars the whole day and she was exhausted, all she wanted was a nap. Sure, being five months pregnant was not much, but it was starting to get uncomfortable.

It was strange, how she was losing her agility. She didn't like it. Mel had always been active and graceful, but now she was clumsy and slow, which was keeping her in a constant bad mood.

"Don't," she walked past her mother and stepped right into the drawing room. "My feet are killing me."

Reggie ran up to her and hugged her, Mel grimaced when he crashed against her stomach. "Let's play outside! I taught Padfoot how to walk on two legs!"

"In a minute, Leggie," she rubbed her lower back. "I've been standing for hours."

"I'm sorry," Harry said guiltily, entering the room after greeting Emily. "You did insist on coming along, though..."

"Going together is fun!" She argued. "I hate this... not the babies, of course," she added quickly, "but the whole..." she gestured vaguely. "I used to climb trees and hit bludgers with a killing aim, and now look at me... running out of breath after a five-minute walk..."

"That's normal," Emily reminded her, "you'll start to get tired more as time goes on, don't be so... you, Mel."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She frowned.

"You're impatient," Regulus was still tightly wrapped around her even now that she'd sat down. "Everything always has to go fast, fast, fast! Otherwise, you get all pissy about it."

"Who taught you that word?" Their mother frowned.

He grinned. "You swear a lot when you're distracted, mum. Mel does too. It's a bit of a miracle how I'm so well-behaved, isn't it, girls?"

"Little prat," Mel pinched his nose.

"Reg, you are too cheeky since you learned to use words," Harry sat next to them, ruffling the young boy's tufts of hair. "You're a lot like your father."

Padfoot rushed into the house then, he was a young dog with a lot of energy that really reminded them of Sirius' animagus form, only that this dog was definitely a dog only. Butt sniffer and all. The pet wriggled his tail with delight as soon as he saw Harry, who was very fond of the animal. The puppy placed his head on the young man's lap and demanded to be petted.

"If I put my ear really close to your stomach, d'you think I'll hear the twins?" Her brother inquired with curiosity, already pressing his head against her.

Mel laughed. "I don't think that's how it works, Paddie."

"But they are there, aren't they?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we can't see them, so how do you know they're there?" He frowned. "How do you know if they're still alive?"

"Leon, don't say that," Emily replied in disapproval, but Mel waved a hand dismissing it.

"It's alright, it's a fair question," she said calmly, "I don't know if they're okay all the time, I just hope for the best until my next appointment with Daphne."

"And doesn't that scare you?" Reg looked at her with his big grey eyes.

"I'd be very scared if I didn't know I have you looking after me," she ran a hand through his hair lovingly. "Cause you are looking after me, aren't you, Leggie?"

"Don't call me that," he wrinkled his nose, pushing her hand away. "That nickname is plainly terrible."

"Tell me about it," Harry looked at her with mirth.

"That was great, how you handled Reg's question," Harry said to her once they were back home.

"It's nothing," she brushed it off. "The first time he asked about his father, I promised myself I would never lie to him. Regulus won't have to doubt me the way I doubted everyone when I was younger. The truth has never scared him."

"You think so?" Harry hesitated. "There are things I'm not certain he ought to know."

"What things?"

"What happened to us during the war, who is he related to— you know, the Lestranges..."

"Why not?"

"Well... I don't know if a kid can understand that completely. It might just hurt him."

"Harry, whatever happens, he'll face it without flinching. I don't mean he'll bury his feelings or anything like that— he's not like me. Regulus simply has no ounce of fear in his body."

"You are no coward," he replied promptly.

"No," she smiled in her Dumbledorish way, "but I've run away from things many times, I've never seen Reg do that."

"So what I'm hearing," Harry continued, amusement written on his face. "Is that we must pity whoever ends up crossing him?"

"I just hope is not a Malfoy," she chuckled.

Harry was barely waking up when he heard his wife gasping in the kitchen and dropping a plate.

"Mel!" He ran, his heart beating wildly. "What's wrong?"

He reached for his wand on instinct but stopped as soon as he saw her smiling face.

"They're moving!"

"What?" He stammered in confusion.

She gave a start, pulling her nightgown out of the way. "They did it again!"

Her free hand seized his, she snatched his wand away and placed his palm on her belly, now considerably bigger than it was at the start of the year. Harry's heart did a summersault the moment he felt the movement under his touch.

"You felt it?" She asked. "That's them!"

He was speechless, too focused on what he was feeling to form a coherent thought.

"Twins..." was all he managed to say.

Mel's eyes were so bright they might as well have been stars robbed from the sky. "I was just singing to myself, listing the chores I had to do— I think they're responding to my voice!"

Harry could relate to that, Mel's voice had always pulled his attention, even when he was fifteen and trying his best to ignore her, he would constantly catch himself looking for the sound of her in every room he walked past.

"Talk," she encouraged him, "maybe they'll move for you too!"

Harry stared at her belly feeling nervous. Why was it so scary, he couldn't tell.

"Er... hullo?" He tilted his head. "Babies?"

"C'mon, Harry!" She pouted. "Talk like a dad!"

"What's that like?" He frowned. Harry looked down again, he cleared his throat. "Your mother wants me to speak to you."

He stopped, it was the first time he'd referred to Mel as someone's mother. The words rolled out of his tongue easily, he didn't even have to think about it. After he did, his entire world was flipped upside down. Mel would be a mother. He would be a dad.

Mel sat down on the nearest chair and encouraged him to keep talking. He crouched before her and placed one arm on Mel's lap and stroked her silky pants with his fingertips. His other hand moved up and touched her middle, his index finger grazed one of her old scars.

"You know, your mum is the bravest woman I know," he said. "Even before we planned on having you, she did many things hoping she'd get to meet you one day, so you better appreciate her, or I will let her dress you in nothing but diapers until you're three years old."

Mel laughed, and they started moving again.

"There you are!" He exclaimed happily. "You two love Mel's laughter, don't you? You're just like me! Em says I would always pinch Mel's cheeks whenever she laughed when we were little, she never understood why I did that, but my dad thought it was funny. He said that I was trying to figure out if Mel was a mermaid."

Mel watched him ramble for a while, beaming at the way his voice got increasingly more joyful with every story he shared. She could see him five years in the future, telling all kinds of stories to their children.

"They stopped," he looked positively disappointed. "Should I try something else?"

"I think you put them to sleep," she tried not to laugh. "I know who'll be reading them bedtime stories once they're born."

He got up stiffly from his place on the floor, grimacing a little. "Merlin, we need more comfortable kitchen tiles."

Mel bit back a smile. "Don't make me laugh..." she looked at the broken plate beside them. "I should clean that—"

"Let me," Harry quickly got to work, vanishing the broken plate and the ruined eggs. "I'll cook you something else."

The witch stared at her husband adoringly. "I don't know why you keep freaking out about being a bad parent, Glasses, you're already doing a wonderful job."

"You know, one thing wizards did right, was this," Mel sat down happily on the tall bench at the bar and pointed at her clothes. "Robes! Haven't bought a single piece of clothing since I started to get bigger!"

"D'you wear 'em when you go to the muggle town near your house too?" Aberforth asked her with a barely noticeable grin.

"Yeah, most of them think I just have a weird taste," she grinned.

A group of men entered the bar, they stopped when they saw her, but Mel smiled at them and nodded her head as a greeting.

"Maybe you should go upstairs, girl," Aberforth suggested, staring at the strangers with a glare.

"Oh, but I came here to see you!" She pouted. "And Reggie wanted to visit as well, you know he loves you..."

"That boy tells everyone that walks into the bar that he's my grandson! He should stop that, confuses people..."

"Oh, only the idiots get confused," she brushed it aside. "You're the only grandad he knows, Abe! What's the matter with him wanting to adopt you as his family?"

"I'm not his grandad."

"Do you hate my brother?"

The old man grumbled a reply, and she giggled.

"You adore that boy."

Regulus came in from the back door, his pants were stained green and he had a bunch of flowers in his hands. "These are for you!"

Aberforth stood in shock at the bouquet the boy was offering. "Are you talking to me?"

"Who else?" The boy frowned. "They're for the bar!"

"My bar?"

"It's so quiet and sad here, these might cheer things up!"

Mel snorted at her brother's explanation, Aberforth was not amused.

"Take him out of my sight before I turn him into a toad! Wouldn't be that hard... already born with those eyes..."

"The more you push him away, the more he'll follow you around, Abe, I'm warning you..." Mel got to her feet. "Come on, Leon, let's visit Fred!"

"But if it isn't my favourite customer and his rich sister!" Fred welcomed them into the shop with open arms. "Had lunch yet? Jo will get here in five, we can all go to the three broomsticks!"

"Can I have a butterbeer?" Reg asked him.

"Abe didn't let him have any," Mel explained.

"Sure! Go take a look around the shop, mate, I'll give you anything you want with a fifty-percent discount."

"Really?" Reg's eyes went wide.

"As long as you promise to use it on Harry and Ron," he winked at him.

Mel hit his shoulder.

"There you are!"

The young woman looked up and found the teachers from Hogwarts at the entrance of the establishment. Hagrid was the first to get to her, he'd never been as gentle as in that moment, hugging her like she was a porcelain doll.

"Yeh getting quite big, aren't ye?" He beamed. "How're yeh?"

"What are you doing here!" Mel exclaimed delightedly.

"They heard I was having lunch with you and Fred, and they decided to come along," Joseph said with a smile, kissing his boyfriend shortly before taking a seat.

"We've been planning to pay you a visit, but now that you're here, might as well see you now," McGonagall handed her a primly wrapped parcel.

"This is not a broom, is it?" Mel teased her.

The woman laughed, it was weird how friendly she acted now that Mel wasn't a student.

"Open it!" Flitwick urged her. "We all put something in!"

Mel was so intrigued by his statement that she obliged. A small blanket was on display when she finally ripped open the wrapping. It had a faint scent of lavender mixed with something that reminded her of the greenhouses in the castle.

"This is..." she stared at it in awe. "Is beautiful."

"Having twins is a lot of work," Sprout said.

"It's our o'n making," Hagrid said proudly. "I knitted it."

"Pomona mixed some soothing herbs from the greenhouses and washed the fabric with the result, Filius and I put protection and cheering spells in it, that blanket will keep your twins warm and cosy no matter what."

"And if you pay a little visit to the castle, Slughorn will give you something extra to take with you, he's so enthusiastic about the news," Sprout added with a smile.

"Merlin, you're all so sweet!" Mel teared up. "I don't know what to say... this is... don't deserve..."

"Oh, hush dear," McGonagall said sternly. "You were one of the bests students we've had the pleasure to teach. Watching you grow and accomplish things beyond our expectations is more than enough payment for a lifetime."

"If I grow to be smart will you give me presents too?" Reg piped up from his seat, he'd been watching the group attentively.

Mel had a hard time hiding her laughter. McGonagall's face adopted a more serious expression.

"Young man, if we're still around by the time you attend Hogwarts, I assure you we'll do our best to keep that mind of yours as occupied as possible."

"We're home!"

"Brilliant!" Harry's voice came from the kitchen. "We're baking!"

Mel heard her young brother give a short gasp before running out of sight. Harry and Teddy were spending some quality time together. However, when she walked into the kitchen she found the Flint girls also seated at the table.

"We have a lot of guests tonight!" She smiled. "Are we celebrating something?"

"Mummy and daddy went to the baby's appointment," Emily explained shortly. "To see how is our sibling doing, you see."

"I see," Mel said in amusement. "And Harry and Teddy are making dinner?"

"Teddy wanted to use the oven, but I didn't want him to set our house on fire, so I'm helping him," Harry replied.

"I want to help too!" Regulus run straight to the faucet and washed his hands in a hurry.

"You can set the table if you want," Harry offered. "But be careful!"

"I'm always careful," Reg said proudly.

The girls waited patiently in their seats, watching such tiny little witches behaving like royalty was always entertaining, it was obvious Erick and Anne had done their best bringing up their daughters.

In their own home, though, they were very different. Emily continued to be similar to her father, clever and charming, but Elizabeth was all Anne, with light brown hair and green eyes, and freckles spread across her nose and cheeks. She was always running outside in their garden, getting her overalls stained with mud and cat prints. Josie was too young to know precisely what kind of personality she had, but she'd definitely inherited her father's dark curls just like Emily, though her eyes were darker than Erick's.

Since Mel was so entertained, she also took a good look at Teddy: he was a little too short for his age, and his hair at the moment was purple. His eyes were brown like his father's but he was definitely as clumsy as his mother. He seemed uncomfortable when people paid attention to him, and he would give Leon Regulus wary glances whenever he was loud and dramatic.

"What's that you got there?" Harry asked her.

"McGonagall, Sprout and Flitwick went to Hogsmeade with Jo and Hagrid to say hi, they gave me this!"

"It's supposed to help you shut the twins up if they get too whiny," Reg said bluntly, setting a plastic cup in front of Josie and patting her head as he walked past.

"They put soothing stuff in it," Mel gave her brother a mildly annoyed glance before continuing. "It was really nice of them, I went up to the castle to say hi, and you won't believe what Slughorn told me."

"What?"

"McLaggen is thinking of applying for a position as an Auror."

"No!" Harry blurted out. "Not that idiot!"

All the kids stopped and stared at him in shock, some more delighted than others. Harry blushed and apologized briefly, he was always careful not to swear in front of the children.

"Maybe he's not such a pain now, maybe he actually grew up!" Mel said humorously. "Can't be worse than Movak..."

Harry groaned. "Maybe, but if he shows no respect for authority during the trials I'm kicking him out."

Mel laughed. "Since when do you care about respecting authority?"

Harry glanced at the children. "It's not how it used to be when we were their age, Mel."

"That's true," she looked over his shoulder. "Smoke's coming out of the oven, by the way."

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[thekuraning]

Could I please have 7, 9, 16, 24 and 27 for the fic writer ask? 💙

HFDUAIGHRQHG WOW THATS SO MANY thank you aria!!!!

as always... kura talk lots.... read more time!

7. your preferred writing fonts

For the longest time it was Arial, then basically from Covid lockdowns to maybe about a year ago I was a Comic Sans truther. But recently I've been using Optima and Trebuchet! There is something very delightfully round about them... they are soft like bunnies.... Bonus points, they're a bit of larger, thicker fonts, which makes is much easier for me to read. I have no idea if I'm dyslexic because I've never been tested but reading--while fun and one of my favorite pass-times--is like. So hard. And it feels like the longer I've been out of Lit classes the harder and harder reading gets. :') I've got a mountain of fics and books I'd like to read but it takes a lot of energy to keep track of what line im on that i gotta save it all up for writing... ive had city of dogs open in a tab for like months now bro i just wanna read.... TAT

But yeah I love me them thicker rounder weighted sort of fonts.

9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?

so the last finished one-shot i posted was Who We Don't Expect to See, which took probably about six months to a year wrestling to get the dialogue to behave. The last complete multi-chapter fic was the Baristsa on Autumnal Avenue, which took about nine months!

As for unfinished works, I'm expecting Maelstrom to probably take another year , maybe year and a half at this pace! Ideally, I'd love to have it done by December which would mean a year and two months total, but we'll have to see thinking emoji

16. favorite place to write

I'm usually either at my desk in my office or on my couch lol and that's just a question of whether I feel more like writing on my desktop or my laptop! But since I started back at my local community college, I've found INSANE productivity at the campus cafe!! I don't know what it is, but as soon as my ass is sitting at the table with a coffee I'm like fucking sonic the hedgehog the way I start pumping chapters out. Probably about 80% of Maelstrom fic's been written in that little cafe!!

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

banging my head against the wall until im creative again :( or until i knock myself out, whichever comes first

actually lol I spend a lot of my recharge time watching youtube or playing video games. I'm big into Splatoon and Phasmophobia! I used to be really into Fall Guys until Epic bought the game out. but mostly it's just youtube these days lolll cause once im out of creative juice thats like. it. my energy's gone and i tend to spiral, so I'll end up just snuggling my kitty and watching gamegrumps or something (i dont know why, he just really likes watching game grumps)

>:( we used to watch a lot of netflix together too but since they cracked down on account sharing and my parents managed the family account we can only get in on the desktop now... how are we supposed to snuggle like this!!! cozy kitty economy is in shambles smdh

27. your favorite part of the writing process

answered over here winky kissy face emoji

[ecofinisher]

I took advantages of the sales on EA and bought The Sims 3 seasons and I'm so happy, I bought it 😭 I would have bought it earlier, if I knew the game was this cool (*coughs" also previous laptop wasn't good enough, lol)

I can only share 30 images, so I pick the ones I liked the most. I only have experienced Halloween yet and the festivals, I'm curious to see, how Christmas and the other festives are like in the game.

AUTUMN

Kids preparing for Halloween cutting their pumpkins. Just like in normal Halloweens, your kids can go trick or treating alone or with friends. Adults can have costume party or do one by themselves. I was busy with the kids, so I didn't see the party yet, but I have seen, they get dressed in a random costume. (Weirdly I became a hot dog, which I like, but hated on my Sim xD)

ANY SEASON

I actually find this pretty amusing, when kids are the ones attending it 😂 Ah our girl Bella stuffing the hot dogs in her mouth as if she was stuffing Mortimer's.......Finish the sentence your way, cause I would get banned for that 😬

Water balloon fights

WINTER

Sports in winter seasons, we've get snowboarding and ice skating. The most adorable thing for me is the helping each other out feature 😍

And of course, failures are always accurate. (Mostly, when both don't know a thing about it)

Sports guy Michael doing a good job at snowboarding. (And he's polite!)

Building Igloos alone or with friends.

"Do you want to build a snowman?" Kaylynn Langerak......Wait, that's not her quote.....

Snow ball fights!

We all know Sims 2 has better details in graphic, but at least no 3 has better details, than Sims 4. (I should have screenshot our newborn baby being put inside the snow 😂 This is the funniest thing for me.

But at least, they don't freeze......

SUMMER

Ok, this works in real life in all seasons. As expected, Sims only can train Penalties. I think kids can play as well, I didn't think about trying it out.

THIS OBVIOUSLY BELONGS TO SUMMER......Eventually people go out on lower temperatures too? I don't know, I can't afford a whirlpool. (Yes, I made all couples get in and go naughty.....can they all woohoo at the same time? Probably not)

OK this is nothing special, but you get added new interactions and the "slow dance option" is the cutest one. 🤩 (TBH I want to see all my OTP-inspired Sims do this as well!)

Ok the spaceship is also cool as well 😂 I think I'm going to be using it quite more.

[sunlightontheseaa]

Bf made me two homemade candles in these cute mugs for Christmas last year and I just finished burning through one, thinking about how we had only been together a couple months at that point but he quietly went to the craft store and watched tutorials and melted the wax and mixed in the scent oil and held the wicks in place while the wax cooled just because he knew I liked candles. Thinking about how I feel so loved and how it's been such a beautiful year of growth and healing and love and serenity and freedom for me.

I had a little housewarming party at my new apartment, the first one that actually feels like "mine" rather than just a place I was living in, and the people who came were all of the most important people and I cried at first because of the invitees who didn't show, but then because of the amazing people who did show and how lucky I am to have all of them in my life and how loved I feel by each of them. and I go to work and I read books in parks and at bars and I burn my candles while I play the same old games and I make endless friendship bracelets for anyone who will take one and sometimes I feel like I dont matter and sometimes I feel like life couldnt possibly be more perfect. I hang out with friends and we watch the same old videos and make the same old jokes and I make everyone friendship bracelets cause I bought way too many beads and I'll never go through them all

I called andrew and told him I finished one of the candles and he said "oh good, that mug spent long enough being a candle, it was high time it gets to start being a mug" and i love him and i love being loved by him

[stardustsunny]

Summer bucket list;

Word count: 809

Pairing: bestfriend!yeonjun x bestfriend!gn! reader

Warnings: mentions of minor injury

a/n: idk if I actually like this one, something isn't sit right with me..but I still hope that you will enjoy reading it!

Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated &lt;3

Before the summer break you decided to write a bucket list on what you should do with your bestie Yeonjun. One of the things you added was baking. Your skills in cooking overall are not that good, but you know that Yeonjun is much better at it so you wanted to try to bake something with him by your side. Just in case you will burn something. 

Today is the day when you decided to meet with Yeonjun and go to the convenience store to buy the ingredients for the apple pie you've been craving recently.

Once the boy texted you that he is outside your building you left the apartment to meet him. "I wrote a list of products that we need" You handed him the note to check if everything is correct. "Yeah, okay, let's go." 

Of course you bought not only ingredients you need but some snacks as well in case your cake won't be that good and you can eat it sadly.

When you both come back to your apartment you begin preparing the kitchen and Jun going through the recipe once again to make sure that you have everything. 

"Yeonjun-ah what should I do? I'm not sure about my baking skills, you know..." You said shyly watching your nails. "Well..don't you think that you will just watch me cooking, don't you? I won't let you do that you know right. You can slice the apples and make a sauce for them, I will make dough", looks like you will have the easiest part, and you fine with it.

While you were washing the apple Yeonjun asked you to be careful with the knife, cause it's quite sharp but you convinced him that everything would be alright. 

You thought so. Everything was fine, until the third apple that you begin to cut, you got distracted by conversation with your friend and accidentally cut your finger. "Ouch!" you screamed, Yeonjun stopped everything he did and in seconds appeared beside you "Did you cut it? Oh my gosh, did it hurt a lot? I told you to be more careful Y/n" he mumbled while observing your finger. "Junnie don't worry it's not that bad I guess, but yeah it hurts.." and with that Yeonjun dragged you to the bathroom where the first-aid kit was. He was so careful with the wound and tried his best to make it less painful even though it hurts like hell. Yeonjun is always like this to you, he sees you like his younger sister that he should take care of everytime. You feel it since middle school, where you first met, he was always here when you needed his help or anything.  So now, when he placed a bandaid, you smiled thinking about all of this. "What are you smiling for?" he looked at your face, not getting any bit of your happiness as you just injured your finger. "It's nothing,  I thought how you always take care of me and how I'm grateful to you for this" you smile wider looking at him "And why do you have to be that cheesy right now? Your my best friend almost sister like, I feel like need to care of you, as you my one and only bestie that I cherish so much" he hugged you lightly "But we need to drop that soft stuff as we should make a pie first". You get back to the kitchen and resume your work, when Yeonjun finishes with the crust and you prepare apples he helps you with the final step of mixing apples with spices and caramel and then you put everything in baking form and place it in the oven. Yeonjun checked the time on the phone "We should check  the pie within 25 minutes, remind me when it will be 12:15 if I forget " you nodded. "Okay, can we go play something I was traumatized from the baking today, I need a distraction" you whined plopping on the couch, your friend chuckled at you and poked your side "It's no a big deal, it's not like you died today, stop being so dramatic" he found a game for you two and gave you the controller.

The time passed and you smell the spiced apples, you quickly grabbed the phone to check the time and found out that it's 12:37, the pie could probably be burned "Jun! The pie! Oh God we should check it" Yeonjun raced to the kitchen, he opened the oven to check the pie and luckily it was fine. You both sighed in relief and looked at each other giggling "Well..maybe it's traumatizing experience..just a bit" your friend chuckled "Seems like we successfully finish one of your bucket list wish" you smiled to each other as you mentally crossed this thing from your summer bucket list.

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