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slade-neko · 3 years ago

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Saw this video game tag thing pop up on my dash a few days ago. Wanted to do it.

1. First game you played obsessively? Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, I believe I was 5yo. Still waiting on that FF7 Remake treatment.

2. A game that has influenced you creatively? Writing, drawing, etc. Well if I play a game and like it, then I'll create sims of it. Does that count?

3. Who did you play with as a kid? My brother from the day I was born.

4. Who do you play with now? My brother FROM THE DAY I WAS BORN.

5. Ever use cheat codes? I wasn't lying when I made this post. {link}

6. Ever buy strategy guides? Yes! Mainly to look at the artwork though. (Don't need no guide!)

7. Any games you have multiple copies of? Lots of games, most being Left 4 Dead with 6 copies (3 Xbox 360, 1 PC case, 2 PC digitally.) What can I say, its a GOOD GAME!

8. Rarest/Most expensive game in your collection? Gold cartridge Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time (maybe that's rare?)

9. Most regrettable purchase? I don't regret my purchases, but I have received games I have never played like Cubix (PS2) no clue where that game came from, but I have it somehow. Madagascar (Xbox 360) came with my Xbox 360, never opened it from its case. And Monsters Inc. Scream Arena (Gamecube) or something... it was a gift.

10. Ever go to a midnight game release or stand in line for hours? No, because then I'd have to interact with people.

11. Have you ever made new friends from playing video games? I'm only friends with people BECAUSE of video games, so yes.

12. Ever get picked on for liking games? No, that'd be ridiculous.

13. A game you’ve never played that everyone else has? Probably a lot, I'd say Call of Duty, but I technically played CoD 1, 2, and 4. The campaign mode was alright, but I don't really care for CoD games at ALL.

14. Favorite game music? Koji Kondo and Grant Kirkhope are two BIG ones.

15. If it was a requirement to get a game related tattoo, what would you pick? Triforce is the most basic option, but I'd rather not get a tattoo.

16. Favorite game to play with your friends IRL? Super Smash Bros. Brawl with hacks, but that was over a decade ago.

17. Ever lose a friend over a game? No, that'd be ridiculous.

18. Would you date someone that hates gaming? No, that'd be RIDICULOUS.

19. Favorite handheld console? PSP. 3DS is great, but PSP Monster Hunter has ALL of my portable gaming memories. Like playing in school after End of Grade tests with my friend.

20. Game that you know like the back of your hand? Sims 4 I like to think I know everything about Left 4 Dead. Quite a bit about Monster Hunter, more so of a series though than a specific game.

21. Game that you didn’t like or understand as a kid but love now? I'd say Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic. I loved it as a kid, but had a lot of complex pen & paper RPG mechanics that I never understood. I understand a lot more of it now, but its still complex as all heck. I just know you hit things, they die.

22. Do you wear game related clothing/accessories? That's the only thing I wear.

23. The game that you’ve logged the most hours into? Not sure so I'll list a few. Sims 4, Smash Bros. Brawl, Monster Hunter (its a series though), or Left 4 Dead

24. First Pokemon game? Leaf Green

25. Were you ever an arcade game player? No, don't like paying to play.

26. Ever form any gaming rivalries? No.

27. Game that makes you rage? I don't get mad at games, but I had a custom modded Hard Eight mutation in Left 4 Dead that is absolute bullsh*t!

28. Ever play in a tournament? No, because then I'd have to interact with people.

29. What is your gaming set up? A giant wall of video game consoles spanning from NES to Switch, 4 TVs, but I sit at a desk with a PC.

30. How many consoles do you own? "I own every console that's ever existed." - I Don't Play Games When I Play Games (My STRENTH) original song by Smooth McGroove BUT no seriously I own 32 consoles including handhelds.

31. Does the 3DS and/or Virtual Boy hurt your eyes or give you headaches? Yes. 3DS gave me headaches though I only really played with the 3D feature in Ocarina of Time 3D. I think my eyes broke because I couldn't get my 3D to work very well after.

32. Did you ever play a game based on your favorite show/cartoon/movie/comic? Sure I play games based on a lot of things. Literally any anime game. If I had to pick Dragon Ball Xenoverse is kinda like a dream Dragon Ball game. Oh, Attack on Titan 2 is pretty neat too!

33. Did you ever have any bootleg games or plug-n-play games? Some SEGA plug-n-play thing once. Played it like once and now its lost to time (or my closet.)

34. Do either of your parents play video games? Yes. Mom and Dad played NES Super Mario Bros. My Dad went HARD at that game until he saved the Princess. Then he quit forever.

35. Ever work in a game store? Or do you have a favorite game shop? "Hi. Welcome to Gamestop!"I never want to hear that again, but it was my main store until I went full digital/ online orders.

36. Have you ever shed actual blood, sweat or tears over a game? No, I don't tend to get upset or emotional, but Bill dying in Left 4 Dead made me pretty pissed.

37. Have you played E.T. for the Atari 2600? Do you think that’s the worst game ever, or do you have another nomination? Never played it. I don't really play "bad" games, but maybe Sims 4.

38. A game you’re ashamed to admit that you like? The Sims 4

39. A sequel that you would die for them to make? Dragon's Dogma 2 WHICH I think is actually in development, so I'd have to say Fallout New Vegas 2. C'mon Bethesda you cowards, hand the keys back over to Obsidian so they can make another good Fallout game!

40. What to you think of virtual reality headsets or motion controls? Two part question, two answers. VR Headset to immerse in world, yes. Motion Controls, no.

41. A genre that you just can’t get into? MOBAs and MMOs. I don't like paying to keep playing.

42. Maybe it wasn’t your first game, but what was the game that started you on your path to nerdiness? Nintendo 64 opened me up to what video games could be as a kid. Sad to say my parents' NES didn't really do that for me. And years later Fallout 3 was a big game changer for me too.

43. Ever play games when you really should have been concentrating on something else? Every day of my LIFE.

44. Arcade machine that has consumed the most of your quarters? None. I'd rather emulate.

45. How are you at Mario Kart? Pretty dang good. 3-STARS MARIO KART WII, BABY!

46. Do you like relaxing games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon? Yes, both of those. I preferred when Animal Crossing had more character to it. New Horizons looks so pretty, but feels so bland compared to classic AC.

47. Do you like competitive games? No. Not really. Usually amongst friends or if I can get competitive against AI Bots. I love my machine bot friends cause they don't cry like 10 year olds when they lose.

48. How long does it take your to customize your player character? Too long. I've seriously restarted games because I wasn't happy with my character's appearance.

49. In games where you can pick your class, do you always tend to go for the same type of character? Yes, I am always the magic man, my brother is always brute warrior, and my friend is the ranger.

50. If you were a game designer, what masterpiece would you create? I don't really know. Honestly, I'd rather mod already good games to make them better than create something completely new.

51. Have you ever played a game for so long that you forgot to eat or sleep? No, that'd be ridiculous. But I've had a friend fall asleep playing games at my house 3 different times and currently dozes off during our Minecraft sessions. So, maybe that's not a completely ridiculous thing after all.

52. A game that you begged your parents for as a kid? Kirby 64 apparently. My brother tells me we had to count out pennies to buy it. I must've been too young with no recollection, but I believe it.

53. What’s your opinion on DLC these days? It's good if its not in the game's files from the beginning and is actually developed AFTER launch... and pre-order bonuses should be standard DLC a month or two later. Some games have content lost to time because of that pre-order bullsh*t.

54. Do you give in to Steam sales? Of course. If you want a game and its on sale then why not? I typically wait just for Steam sales to get games.

55. Did you ever make someone you hated in the Sims and did mean stuff to them? No? I typically make people and characters I like in Sims. I've made villains like Dio, but he's an anime villain and I don't really HATE him despite the horrible things he's done.

56. Did you ever play Roller Coaster Tycoon and kill off your guests? No. Never played that game.

57. Did you ever play a game to 100% or get all of the achievements? I try to for all the games I really like.

58. If you can only play 3 games for the rest of your life, which ones do you pick? The Sims 4, Skyrim, & Fallout: New Vegas. Mods make them live forever. Left 4 Dead and Monster Hunter are good choices too.

59. Do you play any cell phone games? Those aren't games.

60. Do you know the Konami Code? No? But I'll take a guess. Is it make an IP and forget it exists?

61. Do you trade in your games or keep them forever? Keep forever... even the bad ones.

62. Ever buy a console specifically to play one game? PS4 Pro for Monster Hunter World. It was basically for early access since the PC version was being developed and releasing after PS4, but I don't like waiting.

63. Ever go to a gaming convention or tournament? Sort of. Been to anime cons and walked into the gaming tournament rooms only to walk out less than 10 minutes later.

64. Ever make a TV or monitor purchase based on what would be best for gaming? No, but I'm going to be doing that soon, hopefully.

65. Ever have a Game Genie, Game Shark or Action Replay? Did it ever mess up your game’s save file? GameShark for N64, PS2, Gameboy, and Action Replay for Gamecube, DS, 3DS. And no not really, I would cheat responsibly... but there was this one time at school my friend and I borrowed another friend's Gameboy game, loaded it up with my Gameshark, tried playing, it crashed, loaded it back up, save file corrupted... we just stared at each other jaws dropped, "Here's your game back, dude. Make sure you don't play it til you get back home!"

66. Did you ever have have an old Nokia with Snake on it? No, but I remember seeing them on billboards in the game DRIV3R on PS2.

67. Do you have a happy gaming-related childhood memory you want to share? Every game I play is filled with happy memories (mostly.)

68. Ever save up a ton of tickets in an arcade to get something cool? These tiger plushes. My brother got white and I got orange. They were the coolest. Got a butt load of tickets from some jackpot spinning light game thing as I was good at the timing with repeated jackpot hits.

69. In your opinion, best game ever made? I've played quite a few masterpiece games, but to pick one, I'd say Fallout: New Vegas

70. Very first game you ever beat? Super Mario 64. I was a mere child on a Sunday morning and ate celebratory pancakes made by my Dad.

Wow, that was long... I get the feeling this was supposed to be a "send me ask with numbers" thing, but answering all at once is more fun.

#personal #video games

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http-jeetjisungjult-skz · 5 years ago

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District 9: Chapter 1

Jisung let out a tortuous scream as the acidic chemical dragged down the skin of his ankle. He didn’t bother to beg for mercy, knowing already that his only purpose was to serve as a testing subject. This was what he was born to do.

The Doctor sent Jisung a disapproving scowl before applying a few more drops of the eroding substance, and Jisung tightly gripped his restraints, tears forming in his eyes. The Doctor harshly scraped at the chemical coated skin with a tool, Jisung’s skin readily peeling off. Jisung let out a distressed whimper from the pain, and the man shook his head in disapproval before writing something down on his clipboard.

After the doctor finished writing, he picking the dropper tool up again, distributing more acid to Jisung’s other ankle. Jisung tried to mute his helpless cries as he felt more of his skin beginning to melt away at the harsh liquid, internally begging for all of this to stop. The doctor let out another sigh of disapproval as he scraped more skin off.

“Useless,” the man muttered, as he wrote down more notes. Jisung wasn’t sure if the word was directed to him or not, but he didn’t care just hoping that he would be done for the day.

“Please…” Jisung whispered powerlessly.

Just as the man was about to pour more acid up his leg, the door slammed open, revealing a towering man who wore a uniform different from the rest. Jisung was unfamiliar with him, but he looked dangerous, the doctor cowering away from him as the man moved closer. He glared at Jisung in pure revolt.

“Has it improved?” he suddenly asks, and the doctor flinched at his words.

“No sir...no improvements with the Acid. The-”

“Then fix it!” the larger man said, cutting the doctor off.

“Y-yes, sir!” The officer watched as the doctor scurried like a rodent, frantically trying to find what he was looking for. More silent cries left Jisung’s mouth as his fear began to increase. Jisung pulled on his foot restraints as the doctor neared him, a large needle in hand. The foot restains began to dig into his skin violently as Jisung desperately tried to do anything to get away from the doctor.

The doctor got a good grip of his leg, his fingers digging deeply into Jisung’s skin, the needle edging through his flesh. Jisung let out an agonizing scream as the serum from the needle made its way into his bloodstream, the caustic dose blazing through his body, devouring the lining of his veins.

The towering man watched closely as the doctor continued to pump the serum into Jisung’s leg. Jisung’s throat felt raw, his lips not being able to stop the screams from leaving his mouth. Jisung got one last look at the doctor finishing the dreadful serum through his blurry eyes before his vision completely failed him.

“Damn...They really fried you…” was the first thing Jisung heard when he began to grip consciousness again. It was a voice he had never heard before and he opened his eyes as fast as his body would let him so that he could see the new face.

At the end of his bed sat a tall lanky boy wearing the same white uniform as every other boy. His eyes were thin and sultry as he looked over Jisung, and scars decorated his face and neck to accompany the scabs that looked like they were fresh.

“W-who...who are you?” Jisung asked fearful, pulling his knees into his chest. The boy chuckled.

“Rumors around here are true...you are more flighty than the rest…” he smiled. “I’m Hyunjin, your new roommate, quarters partner...whatever you want to call it.”

Jisung didn’t say a word, only pulling the scratchy white sheet over more of his face. Hyunjin let out a sigh, and placed his hands on the mattress, pushing himself to stand up from Jisung’s bed.

“Get some more sleep then I guess,” he said, walking over to his own bed, and picking up his mattress to reveal a book that he then opened. He plopped on his bed, his back resting against the metal headboard as he began to read.

“Where did you get that!” Jisung suddenly bursts. Hyunjin cautiously glanced at the door before glaring at Jisung.

“I got it from the archives,” he shrugged. “Barely any security.”

“Those books are off limits! They’ll realize it’s gone!”

“Hardly,” Hyunjin scoffed. “This book hasn’t been touched in decades, I bet you.” Jisung still glared at him horrified. “They won’t,” Hyunjin assured rolling his eyes. “So your name is Jisung.”

“It is....”

“You’re obviously a Physical Regeneration subject as well…” Jisung nodded, confirming.

Though he had never been told by anyone or heard directly he knew what he was. He had read it enough times on glances of clipboards, or signs around doorways. He knew Woojin always spoke about Mental Cognitive Advancement, whatever that was and Jeongin, his missing roommate, always explained how the doctors often mentioned that he was being cloned.

“Well get some sleep then…” Hyunjin dismissed. “Wouldn’t want to scar…”

Jisung pouted at his comment. It was obviously supposed to be a joke, but Jisung didn’t find it amusing. He never did find humor a thing he could enjoy with such a painful life.

“You look like you have something to say.”

“I don’t like you,” Jisung stated bluntly, and Hyunjin let out a loud uncontrollable howl of a laugh.

“You- you don’t like me?” he asked before bursting into another fit of laughter. “Aw kid, you must think that really hurts, huh?”

Jisung’s pout only grew.

“Now stop sitting there like you have a stick up your ass before I lose my mind.”

Jisung huffed but pulled the blanket from the foot of the bed up over his head, trying his best to ignore the boy. He hated this. He didn’t want some gross rebellious scum of a boy for a roommate. He wanted Jeongin back. Jisung took a breath, knowing that he never got what he wanted, and he wished that Hyunjin wouldn’t last nearly as long as Jeongin.

Jisung woke to the harsh ringing of the alarm as it rang. The same damn alarm that rang every morning to get each of them up.

Jisung sat up, and climbed out of his bed, shivering when his feet made contact with the cold floor. He was barely up but his muscle memory and desire not to be punished drove him towards the hallway. As he glanced over he wasn’t surprised to see Hyunjin fast asleep, a thin string of dribble hanging from his mouth. He has obviously fallen asleep while reading, his arm stretched out, the book spread open on the floor, exposing its pages.

Jisung sighed looking at the boy. He really didn’t want the stress of someone being punished this earlier in the morning so Jisung quickly lifted up his leg and kicked, sending Hyunjin’s body falling to the floor.

“Shit!” Hyunjin cussed lazily as he rubbed the back of his head, slowly sitting up. “I’m going to kill you,” he groaned, glaring at Jisung. The younger boy rolled his eyes, grabbing the handle of the door and opening it.

“If you don’t get up right now, someone else is going to kill us,” he scolded before walking out into the cold hallway. He pressed his back against the wall of the hallways, his body covering the plaque with the room number.

Jisung looked down the hallway and watched as a Ward walked down the hall, scanning each boy’s code tattooed on their wrist. As he walked down the corridor, the same familiar boy with dark hair and hateful eyes pushed a cart behind him, like every other morning. The same bright stretch marks never seemed to fade from his large arm muscles.

As Jisung watched the boy beside him hold out his wrist to be scanned, Hyunjin finally slipped out of the room, standing straight against the wall on the opposite side of the door then Jisung. Hyunjin rolled his eyes at Jisung’s glare before Jisung was suddenly wiping his face of emotions and looking straight ahead.

Jisung tried his best to keep his expression blank as he held out his wrist for the Ward. The man harshly grabbed his wrist scanning the barcode before moving on to scan Hyunjin’s. As the boy with the cart reached out to hand Jisung his pill, Hyunjin didn’t hold his wrist out for the Ward. Angrily, the man reached for Hyunjin’s wrist, but he resisted earning him a harsh smack across the cheek.

Jisung slightly jumped, looking over startled to see Hyunjin’s face turned, a large red mark on his cheek. Jisung decided that he must have done something stupid. Why else would the Ward have done something so harsh? Maybe he would get rid of his new roommate sooner than he initially thought.

“Here,” the boy with the pill said harshly, handing him the pill and a set of clean clothes.

“O-oh…” Jisung said, quickly taking the pill and popping it into his mouth. The cart boy continued to wheel the card behind the Ward, handing another stack of clean clothes and a pill to Hyunjin. He didn’t immediately pop it into his mouth like everyone else did, instead shoving it into his uniform pocket.

Jisung watched the Ward make it all the way down the hall, scanning the last person’s wrist. He nodded as the Ward turned the corner, and he turned to enter back into his room to set into the new fresh clothes.

“You should really take that pill,” Jisung nodded, as Hyunjin made his way back to the room to change as well. Hyunjin let out a mocking scoff as he made his way over to their bathroom, dropping the pill in the toilet, and flushing it down.

“H-hey!” Jisung yelped, struggling to wiggle out of his shirt. “You can’t do that!”

“Says who?” Hyunjin asked, walking over to his bed and starting to undress to change out of his night uniform and into his day one.

“Says...says the ward!”

“I didn’t hear anyone tell me to take it,” Hyunjin shrugged, pulling the shirt on over his head.

“But-”

“Do you ever shut up?” Hyunjin asked pulling up his pants, and Jisung began to grow angry, his fist tightening.

“I don’t like you!”

“Yeah, you’ve told me,” Hyunjin said. “See if I care.” Hyunjin smugly walked out of the room, and towards the cantine. Jisung frantically finished dressing before running out of the room to follow Hyunjin.

“You can’t just break all the rules!” Jisung hissed in a hushed tone, following Hyunjin. The older boy simply ignored the younger, eager to get his breakfast. “Hyunjin!”

“Do you ever shut up!” Hyunjin snapped. “Don’t like me? Don’t follow me...go get lost or something/”

“The rules exist to keep us safe!” Jisung mindlessly stated. “Don’t you get that?”

Hyunjin growled and grabbed the collar of Jisung’s shirt, slamming him against the wall of the hallway. “Those rules are bullshit! Meant to keep us brainwashed!”

Jisung’s eyes grew wide as the boy grabbed him. He turned to see the red blinking light at the end of the hallways were a camera was placed.

“Please! They’re watching! We’ll get in trouble!” Jisung begged cowardly. He turned his head away from Hyunjin, trying to curl into a ball, away from Hyunjin’s angry fists. Hyunjin rolled his eyes at Jisung, releasing the grip on Jisung’s collar. ‘He’s a coward,’ Hyunjin thought. ‘Nothing more than a brainwashed rat. Unredeemable.’

As Hyunjin dropped him, Jisung quickly scurried away from his grip, nearly running to the catine and away from Hyunjin. The older boy sighed, watching him run down the hall terrified. Hyunjin figured all he ever felt was fear. After all, that’s how the facility tried to control everyone. Unlucky for them, it couldn’t control Hyunjin.

Slowly, Hyunjin headed the same way, letting the walk drag on. He didn’t want the day to start, He never did.

Woojin’s head shot up as Jisung sprinted into the cantine, breathing heavily. He stood catching his breath before quickly walking towards the food line and grabbing a tray with the same colored cubes and a cup of water.

Woojin stared up at him in confusion as he sat down at the table.

“Care to explain why you look like you’re running from death himself?”

“My roommate tried to kill me,” Jisung whimpered.

“Jeongin?” Woojin asked, concerned for his friend’s mental sanity.

“No! My new roommate! He’s completely crazy!” Jisung whimpered. Woojin looked at him skeptically, popping a blue cube into his mouth. “He flushed his pill down the toilet and I-I think he steals things….!” Jisung roughly whispered.

“Your best bet is to not get involved,” Woojin nodded, not even seeming fazed by the story. “They can’t punish you if you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Maybe I should report him,” Jisung said, still trying to catch his breath. Woojin shook his head.

“I’m sure they know everything he’s doing. Just don’t get involved, Jisung.” The younger boy nodded, knowing that Woojin had to be the smartest out of all the Mental Cognitive Advancement subjects. “Just ignore him.”

Hyunjin scowled at Jisung as he walked into the cantina. Somehow he knew that the boys distressed appearance had to do with himself. He grimaced as he grabbed a tray with the cubes and sat down at his own empty table.

He grabbed a red cube, protein, and hesitantly chewed it, the retched sodium taste making him wish he didn’t have taste buds. He thought about the day in front of him. Yesterday he was breakfast testing so he knew he had until a little after lunch before facing the painful night. As these thoughts ran through his head a familiar figure walked up in front of him.

“What do you want Chan?” Hyunjin asked, annoyed. The bulky boy sat down, setting his tray on the table.

“It’s like you want to get punished.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Resisting the morning Ward? Great start to the day.”

“I didn’t like how he was glaring at me.”

“Maybe if you didn’t cause so much trouble, he’d treat you as if you were nothing like the rest of the boys in that hall.”

Hyunjin sighed. “If all you are going to do is yell at me, you can go sit with Changbin,” Hyunjin warned, nodding over towards a boy with similar stretch marks, an angry-looking expression to match.

“This is serious, Hyunjin. What if they decide that they aren’t going to put up with your shit anymore?”

“Then I guess I die,” Hyunjin shrugged. “It’s not like I have anything to live for anymore anyway.”

“This isn’t funny!”

“I’m not laughing!”

Chan took a deep breath. “Please, promise me you won’t do anything stupid for the rest of the day. At least that please.”

Hyunjin studied Chan’s tired face before sighing annoyed. “Fine,” Hyunjin scoffed. “I’ll try to be on my best behavior.”

Just as he spoke those words, the metal doors on the opposite side of the cantine that led to the testing labs, slid open. Everyone watched nervously as a Ward and two guards walked through the room, moments away from choosing who the first victim would be. Hyunjin ignored them knowing that you never have the same shift two days in a row.

Jisung’s eyes followed anxiously. He knew that he most likely had night shift, but even when you study the patterns in this place, he knew that not anything is certain here.

Hyunjin carelessly popped a blue cube into his mouth, before the guards made their way towards him. As they walked up to his seat looking directly at him, his eyes widened in horror.

“N-no…” Hyunjin denied. The Ward shook his head, looking down at the boy in annoyance.

“Don’t make this difficult for yourself, Hyunjin…”

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rorybergstrom · 5 years ago

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𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑲𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑻𝑯 𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑫 ???

hello, it’s nora again…. hitting u with another child. a south london-born softboi who deserves tenderness. has a burner phone and doesn’t use social media. does techno dj sets. plays the synth loudly through the night if u live in gorham his room always sounds like a space ship just landed. deals weed around campus on his rollerskates. hates that he can’t get new light up wheels because ana coto made rollerskating cool again. as is tradition, here’s the pinterest board. this intro is recycled?? so if theres mistakes, sue me??? and be sure to like and subscribe for more unboxing content x

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『 FIONN WHITEHEAD ❙ DEMI-MALE』 ⟿ looks like RORY BERGSTRÖM is here for HIS JUNIOR year as a MUSIC TECHNOLOGY student. HE is 23 years old & known to be ECCENTRIC, FANATICAL, NITPICKY & DOGMATIC. They’re living in GORHAM, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ ooc name. age. tz. pronouns.

aesthetics.

bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and djing into the blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars, marxist literature in stacks against your bedroom walls, a burner phone twice-shattered and a stash of replacement sim cards.

tw ocd, anxiety, drugs

half-swedish, half-british. the swedish is on his mother’s side. he’s bilingual but thinks in english. only really speaks swedish around his mother. only child, and kinda put a lot of pressure on himself to be the perfect kid when he was young, but his parents are honestly, quite decent? and just want him to have a nice life, they don’t care if he isn’t successful or rich or anything, they’re honestly rather solid. (wow imagine having nice parents, a first for all my characters, im literally this meme)

grew up in peckham, a suburb of london. growing up, his mum was a model / actress / waitress who later retrained as a speech therapist and his dad worked in her majesty’s service at buckingham palace. his dad wasn’t allowed to tell his family what his job entailed but rory suspects it’s probably very boring and just involves a lot of…. logistics n security.

was bullied a lot at school. [cole sprouse voice] he didn’t fit in and he didn’t want to fit in. unironically wore a trenchcoat to school every day of his life. spent most of his lunchtimes in the library because it was his safe space. as a result he knows…. loads of useless information because 30% of his school years were spent reading anthologies on space and the vikings etc. would be good on a game show. obsessively recorded every episode of university challenge as a child.

middle-class and lowkey quite wealthy but rarely talks about money, one of those well-off people who still wears really old shitty shoes and only spends money if they absolutely have to

virgin who can’t drive

into star wars, not into the big bang theory. feminist. can’t watch horror movies

favourite film is where the wild things are. also loves the florida project. thinks kids are the sweetest thing and can’t wait to be a dad to some. right now is dad to one cat, whose name changes on a daily basis (identity is constantly shifting, duuuuude), but they were originally named ‘wheezer’

rory has been musical for as long as they can remember. first picked up guitar because he thought it would make this girl esther who he was in love with like him, but he just ended up falling in love with music instead.

formulated several different bands as a kid but ultimately had to give it up cos he was quite controlling and got fixated on making a certain sound so it wasn’t really fun for the others. got into electronic music because it was something he could do basically on his own and keep tweaking until he got it perfect

always drumming their fingers or strumming invisible guitar strings. tends to avoid parties bc he has quite has specific tastes when it comes to music and doesn’t like listening to r&b for eight hours while people throw up into plastic cups.

a techno connoisseur. has been making electronic music since he was about twelve.

after his parents divorce, when he was fourteen, rory & his mother moved to run-down suburban neighbourhood, pittsfield, massachussets.

big into photography. he mostly uses a canon 35mm camera, but occasionally uses disposable ones when he wants that more rustic feel.

moving to the states, their photography became more focused on suburban neighborhoods and are often quite dark and cinematic (think gregory crewsden). here are some shots of pittsfield i really like which rory has on his wall [1] [2] [3]

falls in love 12 times a day. never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. gets sweaty when someone cute looks at him. flirting?? what?? would prefer to idealise them from a distance

gender??? hm. doesn’t really know where he fits yet, sometimes he feels like a guy and sometimes they dont feel like anything at all. isn’t really bothered, cos they think it’s a social construct anyway. uses he/they pronouns interchangeably, but feels like ‘he’ is more fitting. won’t necessarily pull anyone up on it cos he knows having an identity that’s constantly…. in flux.. can be annoying for others … and doesn’t want to be a burden even tho it isn’t at all?? rory internalises guilt

everything is socially constructed. mirrors let you move through time. the whole thing’s a metaphor. he thinks he’s got free will but really he’s trapped in a maze. in a system. all he can do is consume. people think it’s a happy game. it’s not a happy game — it’s a fucking nightmare world, and the worst thing is, it’s real and we live in it

has ocd. tries to let it affect his life as little as possible, but obviously it’s incredibly hard to control a compulsive disorder. was teased for it at school when other kids started to notice. he was obsessed with the number five, would wash his hands five times, count stairs i groups of five, he could only use the corridors in one direction and always had to keep his hands busy. it manifests itself in hyper-fixations (trains when he was a child – specifically steam engines – then later he became obsessed with space and the patterns of constellations, and now he’s obsessed with synthesizers) and repetitive behaviours like counting stairs. doesn’t really affect his social life at all, he can jst get a bit locked-on n hyper-focused sometimes.

has insomnia. barely ever sleeps. finds it hard to switch off from work / writing / gaming / whatever’s preoccupying him in that moment. he’s always awake at 5am and quite often sleeps in through classes but still gets really good grades because he’s very good at his course. rarely attends classes. prefers to work independently. doesn’t really trust his tutors are intelligent enough to be teaching him, and is particularly suspicious of the lockwood tutors. a music snob tbh

secretly a small-scale drug dealer, only does weed n some party pills. rollerskates around campus dealing cos they dnt have a car

likes: techno, the webpage cats on synthesizers in space, allen ginsberg, vintage gramophones, floating points, lcd soundsystem, marijuana, soft dogs that let you pet them, late-night strolls talking about the universe, independent films, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, constellations, photography, late night jazz, vintage game boys and girls who could rip his still-beating heart out of his chest and use it as an ashtray. dislikes: weddings, funerals, formality, button-up shirts that people actually button-up, bananas, hot coffee, social media, people who watch and play sports, rap music – especially of the misogynistic variety, indie wankers in wire-framed glasses that play ed sheeran songs at open mic nights.

plot ! with ! me ! i’d say all the usual “exes fwb hookups spiel” but rory… is very tender and tame… i feel like a deer in the headlights of love……. so give me

study buddies,

people who are also into techno and are music snobs about it,

people who love all kinds of music,

people who are in bands that maybe rory’s recorded and produced stuff for,

people he actually jams with (he plays bass and synth),

unrequited crushes!!

someone they met at a knitting club in freshman year and have remained friends with despite no longer going to it

people rory knows from open mic nights and gigs

library girlfriends / boyfriends that he stares at longingly while paging through leatherbound volumes

gamers !!! social recluses !!! hermits !!

people he deals weed to on his rollerskates (why r all my characters obsessed with rollerskates)

skaters. rory is really shit at skateboarding. like really shit. help the smol

hm now that rory has !Evolved! ig we can do hook up plots if u want but he’s not tht good at divorcing sex from emotion?? like he hooked up w teddy once n felt hopelessly inlove so..... if u want soft plots b prepared for crippling sadness.......

stay groovy XD XD

#radintro #plot with me cowards #said in a very soft and tender way. whispered. im but a small bug in a gutter.

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ofhenri · 5 years ago

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hellllo i’m hayley n i’m from london so natuRALLY i’ve got the love/hate relationship with gmt. anyway i’m super excited to introduce you all to my dumb but well-meaning son, henri !

BIO // PINTEREST // STATS

first off i, much like henri, never know when to shut up dkjfdfdsf so!! a word of warning is that his bio is LONG but worthwhile if u would like to read some dumb boy antics !

ABOUT

so. it really all starts with a mamma mia styled adventure to europe in 1998. henri’s mother, tabitha, was just out there living her best life as an artist and sleeping with her muses ( i wouldn’t be surprised if it was still complete with musical numbers bc she’s That bitch ). until she returned back home and realised a big oops... the big oops being henri ofc.

i said it in his bio but he really is a bit more of a concept than a person!! tabitha named henri after her favourite artist, henri talouse-lautrec, but also guessed the last name of one of the potential dads based on the fact she liked paris most from her trip so henri came to be known as henri rousseau as more of a reminder to the trip than anything. kinda like a keychain or a snowglobe but y’know. a baby.

he was actually born in the obx!! but his mum was only there for a lil trip so they moved to chicago when he was two weeks old. very much a ‘they didn’t have much, but at least they had each other’ kind of situation in a one-bedroom apartment for his early years.

up until the time he was nine things were pretty idyllic! he had a little too much freedom to explore potential hobbies and his mother really wanted him to follow in her footsteps with painting, but all he really liked doing was making his mum smile ( a Sweet boy what can i say ) ... and playing pranks on his classmates ( not so Sweet )

then his mum met his step-dad, bill, when he was nine at an art show. bill was always a little sterner than his mother, he was an art critic, with a six-year-old daughter called meaghan. henri slowly saw his mum put aside her dreams, albeit in the form of taking down pictures and replacing them with new dreams of having a family. and it hurt! because his entire being is based off his mother’s dreams. by the time henri turned eleven, his mother and bill decided to move in together, and so they moved from their familiar little apartment into a much fancier townhouse in chicago with bill and his daughter.

henri didn’t really adjust to moving schools too well, especially with trying to make new friends and kinda took to just goofing around as that’s totally how you make friends, right? except it came at the cost of his grades n when his report card arrived by the summer he was told something straight out of the fresh prince - go stay with theo in the outer banks as they both thought that being around the other boy would be good for henri. calm him down a little or inspire him to do better. his mum gave him a camera as a parting gift and the rest is history.

after that things passed without much note. his summers were spent in the outer banks and the rest of the year he’d be in chicago trying to discover what he was good at to no real avail. classrooms always felt a little too limiting and he was honestly more interested in joking around than taking academics seriously.

( tw: miscarriage ) then when he was sixteen his mum became ill. except he didn’t quite understand why she’d grown distant and sad? or why bill and she were suddenly arguing so much? so he just did what came naturally to him! JOKES a plenty! until one hit badly at the dinner table causing bill to snap at him and his mother to tell him that she’d suffered from an early stage miscarriage.

and so after that he just got worse as he blamed himself for the continued arguing! he spent more time out of the house, partying, skateboarding around the city n just generally fucking around.

until it neared applying for college and suddenly everyone was more serious about it and honestly he was just like wtf?! about it but uh! he told everyone it was all Gucci - he’d just apply to art school in paris. pay homage to his roots y’know. except he never ended up applying as he got too scared to be so far from home without a familiar face around and instead settled on going to the university of illinois urbana-champaign to study art and design bc not going to college was also just.... not an option?

and he was due to graduate this year! except uh, surprise surprise! he dropped out!! because the prospect of getting a real job? growing up? terrifying. but he’s told absolutely no one that he’s done this. like... to the extent he’s probably done some photoshop sorcery to keep up appearances.

PERSONALITY

okay but that grilled cheese aspiration on the sims is him in a nutshell and i’m not even sorry about it.

very indecisive. the person to pick up a hobby on a whim one week and then when you ask them about it, will be like ‘aw no, dude, gave that up.’ he spent a long time deciding what he wanted to do at college and wondering if he would grow tired of it.

takes everything Too Seriously and Not Seriously enough simultaneously. he has a big bucket of emotions that he doesn’t really know what to do with, so the best thing to do is just laugh ‘em all off! lots of humour to mask the fact that he’s v. terrified about the future.

trusting and Soft. especially when it comes to the gang because he has so much faith in them all. probably greets them all each year with a bear hug and snaps impromptu photos of them all when they’re off having fun or asks them to take part in photoshoots just because.

with the gang, he’s a bit of an impartial entity. he’s Switzerland. he was raised by his mother to be quite diplomatic and to treat everyone’s views with kindness n respect even when he doesn’t agree, and it’s very much something that’s carried through with him! so he’s the first to diffuse some tension with a joke or by doing something dumb. doesn’t mind if people laugh at his expense, ya know. just wants them all to be happy.

enthusiastic with a million-watt smile at each and is very willing to support every idea that comes to anyone’s head! even when he doesn’t necessarily agree, he also doesn’t shoot an idea down straight away.

little bit of a peter pan energy to him, ngl. visiting the outer banks is a bit like his neverland as it means that for the summer he can put aside a lot of his ‘at home’ concerns.

OTHER TID BITS

note: i paraphrased some of these from his bio bc :’)

john! hughes’!! biggest fanboy! henri likes to capture moments of youthful energy in his photography and hughes is defINITELY his artistic inspiration. he makes ferris bueller jokes, he references breakfast club too much. and i’m sorry but he’s definitely the person to ask ‘HoW haVE yoU neVER seen IT’ and then try to force you to watch them with him lmao

his Style is very much Baseball Cap toting, flannel-wearing, Tourist-looking chic with a camera strapped around his neck. it’s low effort at its finest ( but he does spend hours picking out the specific caps to pack for his obx trips so is it...... is it really )

former theatre nerd. yes he can sing. but he won’t bc he’s too shy (!!!!)

could talk about anything for hours but particularly cryptids. pls talk cryptids with him

massive chicago cubs fan and hasn’t missed a single televised game in five years and it’s become something like a bit of a bragging right to him at this point tbh.

skateboards everywhere and this should be a relief to everyone bc he’s a terrible driver

is fluent in french as his mother really wanted to have Something of his potential dad’s. if he’s particularly angry sometimes he’ll swear in french as he thinks it sounds less aggressive

took sea monsters too seriously as a child and is terrified of the ocean as a result. he would rather linger on the beach and take photos of everyone.

his jokes are terrible n i apologise in advance. bc you all will have to suffer through them w/ me. he tries. he really does. they’re still bad lmaooo

#me to me: k we're gonna summarise... keep it succinct #whatever the fine hell this is: lol okay hayley

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rubyredinstead · 5 years ago

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G3: Yellow is over...

Let’s be real, my not so berry generation 3 has been over for a while and we’ve just been over here waiting for some kids to grow up lmao have literally been fast forwarding for days on end. Watching and waiting. But now, I’ve decided that it’s time to choose a kid to become our grey generation heir!

Whoever is chosen will take over and complete the goals intended for Generation 4, so on and so forth.

Generation Four: Grey

You always felt that you were different. While the rest of your family was busy messing around in the lab, you just wanted to be outside playing basketball. You’re very good at sports and you dream of becoming a professional athlete. To make up for your nonexistent relationship with your parents you want to be there for your own children as much as possible. Oh, and you love to sing.

Traits: Active, Slob, Music Lover Aspiration: Bodybuilder Career: Athlete

Rules

Master singing, parenting, and athletic skills

Master athlete career and complete Bodybuilder aspiration

Have three failed relationships before finding spouse, marry a neat Sim

Be good friends with all of your children

Have family movie night with your spouse and children every Sunday

Kids bios and link to vote under the cut ->

Ashlyn; First born twin, maxed a lot of child level skills, loving life (and looks so much like her grandmother it’s cray)

[ sneak peek of what Ashlyn looks like as a teen ]

Audra; Second born twin, loves her twin sister, apparently loves having her bangs kept short and looks nothing like her twin sister or grandmother (duh)

[ sneak peek of what Audra looks like as a teen ]

Grayson; Youngest child and obsessed with their dog Wolfie. Also also also the first BOY born in the not so berry challenge!! (okay so I made Marigold eat carrots but w/e I got my boy and I’m happy okay it’s all I ever wanted was to have a boy so leave me alone)

[ sneak peek of what Grayson looks like as a teen ]

All three children will have their hair dyed “grey/silver” once they age into teens, as well as all 3 appropriate traits required, just in case whoever is chosen cannot carry on the generation for whatever reason (we love a spare).

[VOTE HERE]

#nsbg3 #notsoberry #not so berry #not so berry challenge #berry legacy #berry household #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #s4

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alien-bodies · 7 years ago

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Oversharing Time!!!

(i just made that title up that’s not the official title I’m just Like That)

Ok so @frogyell tagged my main account (I am BLEST) but that’s for Refined Star Trek Content and this one’s for excellent moodboard content and garbage so here’s the garbage!!! I’m putting it under a cut bc it manipulates your brain to want to read through 85 fuckin facts about me more wow I love science

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

1. last drink: Water! off to a great start

2. last phone call: my local Hot Topic. I feel like I should also mention I work there. But if you don’t know that and steal my phone you’ll see I have a contact named Hot Topic

3. last text message: Google sent me a verification code, but the last one I sent was to my brother it says “k”

4. last song you listened to: It’s called The Horror Of Your Love by Ludo, if I had to delete all but one song on my 121-song Best Enemies playlist I’d keep this one it’s Peak and kinda has vore but it’s metaphorical. metavoreical, if you will

5. time you cried: during my latest EMDR sesh! I was in Wales and everything it was a Lot I got ice cream after

6. dated someone twice? Big No

7. kissed someone and regretted it? Not really?

8. been cheated on? my ex had 16 anime dating sims downloaded at one point while we were dating does that count

9. lost someone special? yea

10. been depressed? hella

11. gotten drunk and thrown up? I’ve been drunk 1 time and it was when I was playing English handbells at my dad’s church’s wassail night but I did not throw up no

fave colors

12. Black

13. Lavendar

14. Light blue

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends? Hell Yell!!

16. fallen out of love? k i n d a ? ?

17. laughed until you cried? oh absolutely

18. found out someone was talking about you? OH BOY YUP YUP

19. met someone who changed you? yes! she managed to physically alter my hippocampus without touching it how fuckign whack is that

20. found out who your friends are? It’s always the same miraculous group chat

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list? sure have

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl? I keep it nice and refined so all of them. My old account is another story

23. do you have any pets? one beautiful and talented cat named Moriarty. A good description is she’s got puppy software on cat hardware.

24. do you want to change your name? listen I’ve been through 4.5 of these fuckers, I like Nate, I’m Quite Finished

25. what did you do for your last birthday? invited 2 pals over, I remember one of them suddenly whipped out I Am The Doctor and the Dr Who theme on the piano out of fuckin nowhere and I was like “Daniel what the hell you’re so talented” and then I hardcore dissociated the rest of the day

26. what time did you wake up today? 10:00

27. what were you doing at midnight last night? chatting w @houseofoakdown and also editing my monstrosity of a fanfiction

28. what is something you cant wait for? Going back to school! then I can graduate in my pajamas and eat creamed corn in celebration

30. what are you listening to right now? the same goddamn playlist, this one’s called Battle Cry by The Family Crest, i cri erytiem

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom? probably???

32. something thats getting on your nerves? my brother vaping in the bathroom with the fan on at 12:30am

33. most visited website: tungle dot hell

34. hair color: I started out blonde af now I’m less blonde but still blonde.

35. long or short hair: short

36. do you have a crush on someone: :[] yes

37. what do you like about yourself: i’m hella smart, my moodboards are bangin, my writing is cool af, I’m well-hydrated at all times

38. want any piercings? Big No

39. blood type: A+!!!!! thats me!!!!!

40. nicknames: my brother calls me a goon sometimes

41. relationship status: im married to my laptop

42. zodiac: I was born on the last day of Taurus so I’m a definite Taurus/Gemini power combo

43. pronouns: they/them, tho in some places I use he/him bc The Dysphoria got hog wild enough I decided to pretend to be a trans guy so ppl would take me seriously, but I’m moving more towards they/them everywhere now.

44. fave tv shows: Dr Fuck, Sherlock (I’m armed with a pitchfork and an arsenal of beefed up tv & film knowledge come on fight me), DOWNTON ABBEY

45. tattoos: in August I will get a bee on my right arm and probably a Secret Word in Gallifreyan on my left it’ll say fuck

46. right or left handed: one time I was bored in grade 10 and tried to make myself ambidextrous but that was a hassle so I’m firmly right handed. Except in archery.

47. ever had surgery: got all 4 wisom teeth out not long ago! I still need to squirt water in my gum holes so I get all the mushy food out :{

48. piercings: I used to have my ears pierced but they’re grown tf over now!

49. sport: first of all what the hell is this question looking for second of all I have a red belt (which is 2 below black belt) in Taekwondo. I really need to do that again hhhhhh

50. vacation: i went to England and France in the summer with my family as a “””grad trip”””, it was lots of fun but my collection of sensory issues extended to chomping and I dissociated so intensely in The Louvre my mom told me to go back outside so I wrote fanfiction while listening to 21 Pilots and chatting w my imaginary friends and it took me like 18 hours to process I’d seen The Mona Lisa with mine own 2 eyes. Also the plane was delayed twice bc we used Air Canada for some godforsaken reason and I had 0 hours of sleep when I went to the Sherlock Holmes museum and I started talkin to this bust of Sherlock Holmes and then I hadn’t eaten enough and we were walking to this bookstore and I said “I need food!” and my dad said “We’ll get it AFTER” then I shouted “I’M GONNA DIE” so I got a BLT from Tesco.

51. trainers: h

more general

52. eating: the last thing I ate was chocolate chips straight out of the bag

53. drinking: I got another cup of water

54. im about to watch: my entire fanfiction to take 3000 notes on consistency. and by watch I mean read

55. waiting for: my brother (not vaping) to get out of the bathroom so I can PEE

56. want: Orphan Black to be on Netflix so I can actually binge watch it then call my grandma about it

57. get married: idk I didn’t think I was a get married person but since realizing I’m a lesbian it seems like a good idea!

58. career: nurse and a writer. I might just move to London and work double time to write enough scripts I have some street cred then pitch a TV adaptation of Faction Paradox to the BBC and win

which is better

59. hugs or kisses: hugs bc it means my friends are in my vicinity not Toronto

60. lips or eyes: uh. eyes???????????

61. shorter or taller: i’m 5′3″ and I would love a tol partner

62. older or younger: i don’t think I care

63. nice arms or stomach: what fresh hell does this mean. I’d like a nice stomach free of gastrointestinal issues and acid reflux. not that I have either of those but just in case

64. hookup or relationship: I have 300 many self-esteem issues so imma say relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant: AU where I don’t have anxiety and I’m a trouble maker

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: noop

67. drank hard liquor: I PUT RUM IN THE WASSAIL HELL YEAH also once someone bought me a shot at a queer dance thing bc it was payday and my friend told me to gulp the WHOLE SHOT and then the lemonade so I don’t barf and I was like “brah this is too high-stakes” so I poured the vodka in the lemonade and took sips and everyone stared at me

68. lost glasses: in grade 6 and then my mom threatened to make me wear one of those granny glasses chains so I never lost them again

69. turned someone down: ya this kid Cyrus used to chase me around in grade 5 and I’d run away always he was weird af one time he made out with a folder right in front of me in the middle of class

70. sex on first date: probs not at this point but I’m not opposed to the general idea when I’m less w h a c k e d u p

71. broken someones heart: Not that I know of?

72. had your heart broken: c o n s i s t e n t l y in the most fricked up ways god

73. been arrested: no but once I booed at the police bc the local nazis (yeah) were gonna have a rally so we had a counter-rally and I dropped in but there were no nazis except one old dude in a MAGA hat showed up 2 hours late lmao

74. cried when someone died: oui

75. fallen for a friend: Big Lesbian Mood

do you believe in

76. yourself: YA BB

77. miracles: not as such

78. love at first sight: nah

79. santa claus: I wasn’t allowed to believe in Santa as a child bc he was “too much like God” sad

80. kiss on a first date: ye!

81. angels: big no

other

82. best friend’s name: I don’t exactly have a proper best friend but I’m goin with Liam

83. eye colour: blue/grey

84. fave movie: either The Force Awakens (bc I love bb8 and I’m gay 4 Rey) or Interstellar shut up

85. fave actor: uh idk let’s go with my brother

WOW THAT WAS LONG JEE🅱️US. I’m tagging @houseofoakdown @spoonietimelordy @gemvictorfromtheponyverse @spockswhales @raesand and that exhausts the ppl I know but you’re all worth quadruple in my heart 💖

#Open For Sicc Facts Abt Me #ianposting

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aristocratlegacy · 6 years ago

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Chapter Sixty-Four: A Ghost Story

(OK before this chapter I’m gonna preface that I actually wrote and published it before chapter 63, but I went back and made another one, so that’s why there’s a whole ass kid missing from this one. She’s in boarding school today. Don’t worry about it.)

Two children dressed in black sat at the top of their big, back house. The haunting sound of the pipe organ cascaded through the walls, making them quake. The children could hear the emotion poured into the music, the feeling of loss and sadness.

The family hadn’t always been this way, as is always the case for the first part of a scary story.

They had been born into a pink house, surrounded by loud voices, bright colors, eccentric personalities, and anything their hearts desired that money could buy.

Their family celebrated together, through rain, shine, and snow, birthdays and anniversaries, and any other excuse to throw a party. But that all changed one fateful day.

“Mom, it looks great, doesn’t it cuties?” Lucky said cheerfully to her bereft mother, glancing down at her two spirited children, Chloe and Pierce.

“Stop calling us that!” Pierce shouted.

“Yeah! We grew up yesterday. We’re basically adults.” Chloe chimed in, glancing up from her cell phone that her Glamma Beatrice had bought her, despite Lucky’s protests, declaring ‘what are you trying to do- raise a nerd?” And then used the phone to promptly follow herself on all her accounts.

Beatrice frowned at her daughter. “Sweetheart, this is my last party. Ever. I’m a very old sim. I have lived for almost one and a half human years. That’s a lot of parties. This is the last one, and therefore has to be the best.”

Lucky crossed her arms and looked her her mother sadly. “Don’t say that, you don’t know you’re going to die.” She shooed away her children, hoping they wouldn’t hear the conversation turn serious, to see that they weren’t paying any sort of attention.

“Darling- it’s okay! I’m going out the way the greatest Aristocrats do- inconveniently as possible. At the beginning of a social event that I planned, in the smallest room of the house, and then turn it into like a sexy, impromptu funeral.” Beatrice said with a flourish of her hand.

“Mom! It’s also okay to be sad about it, though! You’ve been around for a long time! I know for a fact that Meghan is gonna cry, why can’t you?” Lucky said, grabbing her Mother’s shoulders to stop her from puttering.

“Meghan cries at everything, and I have 500,000 followers on simstagram. Being a ghost is going to skyrocket that up to at least 800k I can feel it, baby!” Beatrice said cheerfully, quickly taking out her phone and snapping a selfie while she spoke, which Lucky leaned into involuntarily.

“So you’re not sad because you think you’ll just be a ghost? What about dad? What if he doesn’t want to be a ghost?” Lucky asked, hoping to break through her mother’s bedazzled emotional shell just once in her life.

“You’re father just does what I tell him to. We’ll be ghosts together, or go chill in the netherworld. My Glammother’s ghost appeared to me and said that when she wasn’t nude haunttubbing in the backyard, she was sipping simsmapolitans and smoking moonbeam cigars with Opal and everyone else. It sounds dope - the afterlife is a party! Let’s live it up!” Ending her speech with a loud woo that the few people who had already arrived wooed reciprocated, Lucky couldn’t help but smiling to herself. At least she was going out how she lived- a little drunk and yelling at a waitress on the dancefloor.

“You kids be good, alright?” Lorne said, ruffling Pierce’s hair. Pierce frowned, knowing that he would sorely miss his Glampa, who he had always bonded with over fancy juice cocktails he had made for him at the bar in the living room.

They heard a shout.

“Shoo flee! It’s time, nerds! Shit, I can’t believe this is happening before everybody gets here. Lucky, when I die, tell Patty she sucks!”

Agnes cracked her skeleton knuckles and glanced down at the clipboard in front of her.

“Alright, looks like I’m gonna need a, ah, Beatrice and Lorne- if they’re here- oh, there you are. You look nice.” Agnes said, glancing up and looking over Beatrice from inside her hood. Beatrice ran her hands over her carefully chosen outfit made a thankful gesture.

“Wait!” Lucky said, rushing forward. “Look, just give them a little while longer. Or they could just move out! And go to a resort!” She offered.

“Lucky, you’re embarrassing me in front of the bouncer.” Beatrice whispered out of the side of her mouth.

“Nope, we gotta go, sorry, I got some shit to do today.” She said and took out the scythe.

“No!” Lucky said, grabbing her mother’s wrist.

As Beatrice started to vanish, so did Lorne, and to the dismay of all looking on- so did Lucky.

“Lucky! Let go!”

“What? Oh, shi---”

They were gone.

Courtney tried for months to summon the ghost of his wife, even contacting ghostbusters to help him, but they found that their house was too peppy to be haunted.

He tried to argue, saying that ghosts of Aristocrats always showed up, in fact, even he had seen Clementine’s Bald Ghost wandering around as if she owned the place. But the ghostbuster denied it. But he gave Courtney a tip- Ghost’s aren’t bound to their own homes, they all show up at the most haunted houses.

So Courtney packed up and moved himself, his two children, and Patches, the puppy of Peaches and Strider, to the most haunted house he knew- the really spooky one right next door.

“I do not like this house.” Chloe lamented, sitting in their dark colored room.

“Me neither. I miss mom.” Pierce shrugged.

“Me too. But I also think Dad needs to snap out of it. We’re minors! We can’t take care of ourselves! I was a toddler three days ago. I shouldn’t have to deal with all these gothic aesthetics.”

“That’s true. He’s shunning our own name. We need to take a stand for the color pink here. Pierce declared.

“I mean...that wasn’t what I was thinking, but sure.” Chloe said, a little sarcastically.

“Oh. What were you thinking?”

“We need to get mom back. I mean, there are ghosts here all the time. None of them are mom, and I can actually hear Glamma wooing sometimes, but then sometimes it’s just the wind…. Either way. We need to have a seance.” She said, leaning in and turning her face into a spooky expression, frightening her somewhat timid brother.

“I don’t think…” He said, but Chloe was already acting out her plan. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a Ouija board.

“Oh no. Uh-uh. I don’t like that.” Pierce objected.

“Then I’ll do it by myself!” Chloe shouted, putting down the planchette. Pierce dove in to stop her.

“You can’t do that! Didn’t you see the trailer for the movie Ouija?” He asked frightfully.

“Uh. No? C’mon, I want to talk to Mom.” She said, looking at her brother crossly. Pierce relented.

“Okay. But we have to be careful.”

“Totally.”

The two children nervously placed their fingers on the planchette, which seemed to hum with ghostly energy.

“Is there a spirit in this house?

“D..u….h…. Duh. Are you moving it, Chloe?”

“No! Um...Hello, ghost, do you know our mom?”

The planchette moved agonizingly slowly to the ‘yes’. Pierce gasped loudly enough to make his sister jump.

“Is she there with you now?” Chloe continued

“Hey guys, whatcha doin?” Lucky Aristocrat’s voice echoed through their room as she appeared kneeling beside them.

The lights flickered dramatically and they screamed, the pipe organ from the basement suddenly getting louder! When the light came back one, they were alone. They breathed heavily, and Chloe looked up, and grabbed her brother’s arm tightly enough to leave a bruise.

On the wall, clear as day, was the sticker for Happy-Go-Lucky Animal Pawspital on the wall.

Pierce shrieked when he saw it. “We have to go show dad!” He cried.

“No! Abolutely out of the question, Pierce.”

“What? Wh-why?”

“If he sees this, then there’s no chance we’re ever going to get back to our old house.” She said, quickly getting up and tearing the sticker down, making Pierce wince.

“But if Mom actually is here, then she can come with us!” Pierce shouted. Chloe considered it.

“Just wait. I know you’re technically older than me, but trust me to be level headed here, alright, bud?” She said, almost comfortingly.

Pierce looked down and figited. ��Fine.”

“Let’s go to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep right now! Are you crazy?” He argued.

“You’ll be fine, dummy, if the ghost is mom, then we have nothing to worry about. Good night, Pierce.”

“Can we at least leave the light on?” He asked shakily. Chloe sighed.

“Sure.”

The sound of Organ lasted deep into the night until Courtney felt he had expressed his sadness enough for the day and retired.

He stretched and put on his new black-silk pajamas, not having owned anything black anymore.

He fell asleep, and hoped he would dream of Lucky.

It was as if he had just closed his eyes for a moment, not slept, when he had awoken hours later to a strange sound.

He opened one eye and looked at his alarm clock to see the time, and was shocked when it was about a foot above where it was supposed to be, floating in mid air.

Courtney cried out in vindication. “Lucky- is that you? Ah!” He shouted as the alarm clock was flung at him. “Lucky? Are you okay? Can you say something?” As he looked around frantically for another posessed object, his eyes hit the wall.

Bloody letters oozed out of the walls, dripping down to the floor.

“It is you, Lucky! I knew it! Baby, you just have to talk to me! I’ll invite you to move in and we can find a way to bring you back to life!”

But he could tell that the presence itself was gone. He sat back down on his bed and thought about what had just happened, and decided not to tell his kids, not wanting to get their hopes up.

His hopes, were, unfortunately, up.

The tension in the house mounted over dinner a few nights later.

“So, how was your day, children?” Courtney asked somberly. Chloe rolled her eyes, but Peirce answered.

“I met a boy named Lewis today. We played in the backyard.”

“We were together at school today, dummy, you didn’t meet anybody new.”

“No, here, he was outside and wore old-fashioned clothes.”

“Calling it now- that’s gotta be a ghost, right, dad?” Chloe said, gesturing helplessly to her brother.

“Sounds ghosty.”

“It could also have been a mirror.” Chloe joked, and laughed out loud.

“Yeah, dad, we keep getting picked on at school because of our weird goth clothes. All of our immortal teachers keep pulling out our ancestors best dressed awards.”

“We will dress how we feel, children.”

“What color is annoyed?” Chloe asked

“Orange, but that’s not how we feel, is it?” Courtney said.

There was a thump upstairs, and all of them looked up.

“I’ll go investigate.” Courtney said, bravely. The kids looked at eachother.

“We’re going with you!” Pierce declared, out of character for such an anxious boy.

“No. You kids stay here. Protect eachother. I’ll be back.”

He crept slowly upstairs towards the thump, and was taken aback when he saw the ghostly figure of his wife wearing a long dress. She turned around, and looked at him with expressionless eyes.

“Lucky?” Courtney whimpered, and the spectre smiled kindly, and reached out a hand to him. He slowly reached forward and stepped towards her. He heard a vague sound from behind him that made him pause, but her eyes beckoned to him once more, making him step closer.

The children screamed as a ghost popped up in front of them. It was their mom, Lucky green and still wearing her dog sweater.

“Ok, we don’t have a lot of time to explain- but we need to help your father.” She said quickly, and floated quickly towards the stairs, and they followed her bravely.

“Stop!” Lucky shouted, just as Courtney was about to touch the other specters hand. Courtney whipped around, and he saw his wife again. He looked back and forth between them, the collected shimmery vision, and the flightly-frantic bright green one, and he felt he should instantly be able to tell which one was real.

The first Lucky howled, and dove in to attack the real one, making them all scream and Courtney totally snap out of it as he watched them fight eachother.

Lucky stood triumphantlly above the dead creature, which sunk into the floor and turned into ashes before them. She turned around and smiled, opening her arms wide for a hug from her whole family, which they quickly obliged, even as their arms seemed to barely touch her, resulting in a very awkward hug.

The end! Thanks for sticking with me, I know I take forever to get chapters out now, but I was playing and Lucky straight up died and it gave me a spark of inspiration. She actually died of hilarity, which was weird. Anyway, comment if you liked it!

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1-154 hope you have a wonderful year love

Thanks boo, I’m really gonna try to make this year a good one 🖤Here we go! 1: Full nameSavannah Lacey Satterfield 2: Age213: 3 Fears-losing loved ones -being lied to-natural disasters 4: 3 things I love-my friends-my cat-black eyeshadow 5: 4 turns on-tall-good music taste-tattoos (not required, but a plus)-being genuine 6: 4 turns off-bad tattoos-bad sense of humor -no goals-rude to people that work in customer service 7: My best friendKwynn 8: Sexual orientationStraight 9: My best first dateGood question 10: How tall am I5’5” and a half 11: What do I missMy siblings 12: What time were I born8:01 am13: Favourite colorBlack 14: Do I have a crushI don’t even know anymore honestly 15: Favourite quote“This too shall pass”16: Favourite placeThe ocean or at a concert 17: Favourite foodPasta 18: Do I use sarcasm Allll the time 19: What am I listening to right nowNothing, it’s silent 20: First thing I notice in new personUsually hair or eyes 21: Shoe size8.522: Eye colorBrown 😒23: Hair colorBlack with two strips of blonde 24: Favourite style of clothingAs long as it’s black I’ll like it 25: Ever done a prank call?When I was like 13 probably 27: Meaning behind my URLI’m sad, join the club 28: Favourite movieI have a few 29: Favourite songI can never choose one 30: Favourite band^^31: How I feel right nowTired tbh32: Someone I love@mathurbator33: My current relationship statusSingle 34: My relationship with my parentsNoooope35: Favourite holidayHalloween 🎃 36: Tattoos and piercing i haveI have 9 tattoos, my septum and the right side of my lip pierced37: Tattoos and piercing i wantDon’t even get me started 38: The reason I joined TumblrI don’t remember tbh it was a long time ago 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?I hate him but for some reason he tries hitting me up all the fucking time lmao 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? No ☹️😞41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Nope 42: When did I last hold hands? A long time ago tbh 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? I take my time so like at least an hour 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? Yes 45: Where am I right now?Bed 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?Probably Rhaina or Kwynn 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Loud 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?I live w adopted dad 49: Am I excited for anything?Not at the moment 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?Kwynn 51: How often do I wear a fake smile?A lottttt 52: When was the last time I hugged someone?New Year’s Day I think?53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?That sounds messy54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Probably 55: What is something I disliked about today?I woke up sick 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Either Davey Havok or Landon Tewers 57: What do I think about most?How much I hate myself lmao 58: What’s my strangest talent?Apparently I can pole dance when I’m drunk? Probably not well though 59: Do I have any strange phobias?Nothing out of the usual 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?Usually behind it, I don’t photograph well61: What was the last lie I told?“Im good how are you”62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Depends on the person 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Yes & yes 64: Do I believe in magic?Yeah65: Do I believe in luck?Yeah66: What’s the weather like right now?It’s coldddd67: What was the last book I’ve read?Gooood question its been too long 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?Lowkey 69: Do I have any nicknames?Nah70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?I broke my collarbone like 6 years ago71: Do I spend money or save it?A little of both tbh 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?Nope73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?Nah74: Favourite animal?Cats or dogs tbh 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Sleeping76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?🤷‍♀️77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?There’s a lot of those 78: How can you win my heart?Don’t be a fuckboy 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?I just want the bat emoji on it 80: What is my favorite word?Fuck81: My top 5 blogs on tumblrI’m really bad at remembering all the URL’s I’m sorry 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Everyone just be fucking nice to each other 83: Do I have any relatives in jail?No 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Mind reading 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?I don’t know tbh 86: What is my current desktop picture?It’s just a dumb one that my laptop came with 87: Had sex? Yeah88: Bought condoms?Yeah89: Gotten pregnant?Noo 90: Failed a class?Yeah91: Kissed a boy?Yes92: Kissed a girl?Also yes 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Yeah94: Had job? Yes95: Left the house without my wallet?Yes 🙄96: Bullied someone on the internet? Absolutely fucking not 97: Had sex in public?No 98: Played on a sports team?No 99: Smoked weed?Yes 100: Did drugs? Couple times 101: Smoked cigarettes?Currently do 102: Drank alcohol?Ohhhh yeah103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?No 104: Been overweight?Probably am105: Been underweight?I think so 106: Been to a wedding?Yeah107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?The sims ruled my life when I was a kid 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Yeah109: Been outside my home country?No 110: Gotten my heart broken?Yeah111: Been to a professional sports game?No112: Broken a bone?Yes113: Cut myself?Yes 114: Been to prom?Yes115: Been in airplane?Yes116: Fly by helicopter?No117: What concerts have I been to?So fucking many 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?No119: Learned another language?Not really 120: Wore make up?Every day pretty much 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?YeH122: Had oral sex?Yeah123: Dyed my hair?Yeah124: Voted in a presidential election?Yes125: Rode in an ambulance?No126: Had a surgery?No 127: Met someone famous?Yes128: Stalked someone on a social network?Don’t we all 129: Peed outside?Yeah130: Been fishing?No131: Helped with charity?No132: Been rejected by a crush?Yeah133: Broken a mirror?Yes 134: What do I want for birthday?Just to be surrounded by my friends and alcohol 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? None136: Was I named after anyone? No137: Do I like my handwriting?It’s okay I guess 138: What was my favourite toy as a child?Barbies 139: Favourite Tv Show?I have a couple I like 140: Where do I want to live when older?Anywhere as long as I’m happy 141: Play any musical instrument?Nah142: One of my scars, how did I get it?One time I was trying to curl a girls hair and she was being a bitch and giving me anxiety so I was frantic and burnt the fuck out of my wrist 143: Favourite pizza toping?Veggies 144: Am I afraid of the dark?Eh145: Am I afraid of heights?Depends 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Yeah147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Pretty often 148: What I’m really bad atEverything 149: What my greatest achievments areGraduating college 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to meI can’t think of anything off the top of my head tbh 151: What I’d do if I won in a lotteryPay off debt 152: What do I like about myselfNothing really 153: My closest Tumblr friend@mathurbator154: Something I fantasise aboutBeing in love

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