#oc: bagley

[unicornofgt]

alright, i am the writer of gtms, this story and these characters, bagley and obermann, belong to me. i am the only one who has a seat at my table, who gets a say on what happens to my work. today, some of you will be learning this the hard way.

i am not rehashing the entire series of events that led us here. all you need to know is this is my work that is being desecrated and yeah, i am going to be a little fucking mean about it, because i have taken shit like this for far too long. it’s clear some of you are begging for attention, but be careful what you wish for. fuck around and find out—you poke the bear, you get mauled.

@norathewatcher hi you spineless bitch. you are bringing nothing back. i don’t give a fuck if you’re goddamn michelangelo. you are not “reviving a fandom” you are fucking stealing. there is no fandom, there never was a fandom, this is not a big media like star wars or disney, it was a small passion project by an independent writer posted for funsies. it was treated like big media by a handful of individuals and that is WHY the project stopped, though i have a feeling you know this shit already, don’t you?

but death of the author! you cry in excuse. do i sound fucking dead to you. death of the author is for long dead, problematic authors so we are able to discuss the cultural relevance of their work, not to enable you stealing shit off of tumblr dot com. this is not you “simply filling the vacuum” this is you feeling fucking entitled to the existence of my work and my characters and ultimately, me, for your consumption. you are not owed gtms. it is not a given that this shit needs to exist for you. it is not “content” you “deserve.” like any work shared, it was a privilege to be able to enjoy what i posted of my labor of love, but this is how privileges work: they can be taken away when abused. you are not an artist, you are a spoiled fucking brat with zero dignity or integrity, loyal to nothing but your own greed. fuck off.

i made it explicitly clear in my final post leaving this community that the cause was not a single person or situation but because the community itself is fucking. rancid. the mindset that led to this shitshow is an enormous reason why i left, in addition to the bigotry running rampant—all of which is still alive and well here, though you might think you don’t see it. what you are doing now is having the complete opposite effect of your stated goals. the only thing you have accomplished is digging your own grave, and like a vengeful spirit, i am back to put you in the ground. i am telling you to shut the fuck up, and then i am going back to my happy little life without this fucking circus.

as for the rest of you. i’m sure some of you had no idea what the original situation was, but to those of you who know better and support this garbage anyway, shame on your fucking soul. are you all so fucking hungry for your slop you’ll take it from fucking anybody? eat shit.

get the fuck off my lawn.

[simsofstrawberryhill]

Warm afternoon in Henford-On-Bagley 💚 Leandra spends her days in the garden harvesting the first ripe fruits of summer.

[norathewatcher]

Average GTMS lore moment💀

Guys im so happy that im reviving prime gt community with this revival

[goldenhour-s]

old henford rides 🍃

[r2y9s]

[OCs]

brainstorming a little guy

(it's actually not that little)

[nightwingshero]

Bang Exchange!

I had the absolute pleasure to participate in the lovely horror game exchange. Thank you so much to @jillvalentinesday and @sstewyhosseini for putting this together! You guys always make the best exchanges!

My gift is for @vendettapandav and their Wesker ship! I tried to do Piper and Wesker justice, so I hope you really enjoy it! It was such a pleasure working with and creating for you! You have such a unique canon and I really enjoyed learning about it!

Tick, tick, tick…Second by second sounded from the clock, taunting the silence that laid heavily between the four walls of the room. And while he appeared calm and collected, Wesker’s blood boiled inside of him, rage rushing through his veins as every chime seemed to grow louder and louder. Perfectionism was just an impossible construct that drove the human race to exceed expectations, though perfect was still unattainable—shoot for the moon and you will land amongst the stars. At least, that was what parents told their children to offer hope, to offer coddling when one did not succeed on their first try. But what about the next? Or the one after that? Wesker gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching harder than the grip he had on his pen as he sat at his desk in the study, listening to the seconds tick by as a punishment—a reminder of how much farther he was slipping from what was.

It hadn’t started that way, the day was much like any other—surviving and continuing on after the mess with the cult he and Piper had escaped, albeit barely. The roommate situation had been more about survival than comradery, though they had fallen into a comfortable routine. But it was the mere reminder of Chris, the random thought in the middle of the day, that had triggered Wesker in a way he hadn’t been in a while. His breath was heavy, and he stared forward through the sunglasses he still wore. He was so entranced with the ticking, the mocking, of that damned clock when Piper entered the room, her right ear flicking slightly from a slight itch as she breezed through. He didn’t spare her a glance, far too consumed with his inner demons.

Piper hesitated as she came closer, noting the white-knuckled grip on his pencil and the overall unease of the room. Her steps were more careful—calculated—as she continued to make her way towards him, her heart growing heavy in her chest. “Hey…’sup doc? You feeling okay?” She meant it to be light, for it to be a joke that was met with his usual calculated response, but he remained silent. Biting her lip, Piper came to stand at his side, her hand reaching to rest it on his shoulder for comfort, but after thinking better of it, she let it fall to the desk instead, leaning her weight on it as she tried to get a better look at his face. “Wesker?” Her voice was soft, so very soft, and it eased the tension of the ticking, soothed the mocking of the clock and the room seemed to snap.

The pen broke in half, black ink gushing over his hand.

Piper’s tail twitched nervously at the sudden sound, but Wesker turned, finally, from his endless gaze at the opposing wall, and offered her his confession much softer than she would have expected. “It was all for nothing.” The last word was a hiss as he bared his teeth in frustration and something else Piper couldn’t quite put her finger on just yet. Piper opened her mouth, ready to say something, but Wesker frowned, his stoic demeanor crumbling before her as he pressed his palms against the surface of his desk, the pool of ink only spreading, reminding her of his tendrils as it splattered and spread through lines on the worn desk. “Everything I had done up to this point has ended in failure. I am the perfect being, I am a god, and yet nothing I had set to accomplish has come to fruition! I have failed!”

Wesker’s face contorted, disgust and shame showing on his features for the first time since Piper had met him, though she wondered if he had ever felt such things before now. “Don’t…don’t do that to yourself, you’re only human—”

“I was manufactured.�� Wesker hissed, correcting Piper quickly as the reminder seemed to cut another unseen wound in his chest—a place where no emotions were meant to reside seemed to house so many in that moment. “A monster, built perfectly. Everything I have done has been for my goal, I have stepped on people, betrayed those that trusted me, all for the bigger picture—all of my work that was meant to define my very being and existence. And now? It is squandered, gone! So what does that make me now? What am I now?” Wesker’s voice with every statement, every question rhetorical and demanding, as if Piper had those answers and he expected her to give them, even if he seemed to already have them himself. Piper took a deep breath and took him in, noting every little piece of information he had given her, and it wasn’t just the truth of his actions, but something else entirely. There was truth in his vulnerability, with how he showed how angry he was, but how haunted he seemed to be, and even with his sunglasses on, she knew deep down that his eyes would portray what he truly felt just as much as his words and facial expressions were.

She weighed her options on how to proceed with the information he had thrown to her, with the level of vulnerability he had gifted her, but she had made her choice within seconds—if he was going to be honest and true about who he was, then why would she do him the injustice of not doing the same? Piper huffed, casually knocking her knuckles against the wooden desk as she stared him down. “Yeah, you’re a real jackass. Made some really bad decisions and did some horrible shit to people. Things that can’t be forgiven, and honestly, they shouldn’t be.” His lips formed a thin, firm line, but she wasn’t done. “And that person died.” Wesker seemed to blink as she took a small step forward, making him tilt his head up ever so slightly. “You died, horrifically too, and you know what that means? It means you can be born anew. You can start over, take control of what’s ahead of you instead of thinking about the past, because you can’t change that. You’ll carry it for the rest of your life. But well…isn’t Uroboros based off that symbol of the snake eating its tail? It represents destruction and rebirth. You were destroyed and you get this chance at rebirth, to be different. If you’re so defined by this thing, then maybe you should embrace the whole process.”

Silence fell between them as Wesker considered her words, torn on how to feel about that she was saying, if it were at all possible for him—that maybe the very thing that defined him could be some foreshadowing to what laid ahead. A rebirth, a second chance that was born from his own death, his very destruction. His voice found some of its neutrality, that cold calculating tone that reassured Piper that he was slowly calming down. “A rebirth?”

“A new beginning, a fresh start.” Piper reassured him with a small, confident smile. “You can pick up where you left off…or you can be a better person.” She considered him for a moment and pushed. “What do you want, Wesker?”

Wesker watched her with a newfound…light. He wasn’t sure if that was even close to the right description, but that sinking, horrid feeling in his chest wasn’t making him feel like he was drowning anymore—still heavy, but not unbearable. A burden he would no doubt forever carry. “I want to be…something better.”

Piper gave a soft smile at that admission. “Good. Then we keep moving forward, together.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

[vpandart]

At long last, I have finally compiled an in-depth full-body reference of my favorite girl Piper in all her forms!

6/27/23

[decrepitdeer]

DAY 1: Heterochromia & DAY 2: Self-insert

Guess who is smart enough to start a drawing challenge 13 days late?

[eljeebee]

The Harrisons were tired of living in the city...so they bought a farm in the H-O-B! I used IG user rollos_floorplans' floor plan for this one. I suck at building, and it was fun following through the blueprint.

[vendettapandav]

Congrats to Barbie for coming out! My girls Piper and Holly wanted to support her ❤️

[fizzyizzysworld]

tfw youre a man eating forest creature but this one baby melts your heart of stone.

zephyr [parent] is he/him and arya [baby] is she/her.

[simminginstars]

OC QUESTIONNAIRE

thank you for tagging me @flovoid >.<

NAME

Mila-Rose Gray

NICKNAME

Mila

GENDER

female (she/her)

HEIGHT

167cm (5'6")

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY

from henford-on-bagley, lives in san myshuno

FAVORITE FRUIT

ackee

FAVORITE SEASON

autumn & winter

FAVORITE FLOWER

crysanthemums

FAVORITE SCENT

vanilla, cleaning products, freshly washed laundry

COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE?

tea..of course

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP

2 hours on a good day

DOGS OR CATS?

cats

DREAM TRIP

space..so she's away from people

NUMBER OF BLANKETS

1 large fluffy blanket to roll up like a burrito

RANDOM FACT

she doesn't take anything seriously

TAGGING

anyone who wants to do this <3

[bunnithechubs]

OC Questions Tag

If you have an OC you want to do this for then say I tagged you!

NAME: Maeve Quinn Allen NICKNAME: Kitty GENDER: Female STAR SIGN: Libra HEIGHT: 5'6 ORIENTATION: Bisexual NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY:In the real world she's from Ireland. In Sims she's from Henford-on-Bagley FAVOURITE FRUIT: Banana FAVOURITE SEASON: Autumn FAVOURITE FLOWER: Lavender FAVOURITE SCENT: Vanilla COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7.5 hours DOGS or CATS: Cats DREAM TRIP: Probably Copperdale or Moonwood Mills, she's a forest girl at heart. NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 2- Jinx always steals one. RANDOM FACT: She has a heart tattoo on her hip! it's tiny though.

[norathewatcher]

Because of confusion and stuff here is an explania of GTMS:red to new viewer and old since a lot of old views are getting excited and new viewer need refreshersssss (reminder to hydrate)

GTMS timeline diverger post chapter 12 So will primarily take place in the same world so there no need to split th fan base. It will feature the same cool gt content the community craves and fun adventure writing.

Also ocs are totally cool within the universe so feel free to posttttttt yours!!!!!!!

[goldenhour-s]

after almost 2 years of hiatus, i look at this game with renewed joy and appreciation 💌

[aurorangen]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Thank you for tagging me @matchalovertrait @mdshh @duusheen (and anyone else I might have missed, I'm so late to answer!) I'm doing it for Vincent, he's just interesting to talk about! It's a long one:

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Vincent has a fear of crowded places, how people could be watching or spying on him. What do they want? Why are they doing this? Who is behind it? Anyone could be doing it, but he knows it's from his past (unless something new has developed). Remember he has been spied on before, by someone from Strangerville. Now he doesn't know and we don't know if his Dad's disappearance and Strangerville are all linked, but you can probably guess. Also a fear of going into the operating room and surgery.

Do they have any pet peeves? When people are late. He hates it.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? His briefcase, his favourite cologne, iPad

What do they notice first in a person? Facial expressions, eye contact and body language: how they compose themselves.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? He has high pain tolerance physically/emotionally so 8.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? In the past, it would be flight. But now that he is older it's always fight. In court, he can be under a lot of pressure, but he is always prepared to fight and win!

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? From his mum's side, he has a big extended family, from Evergreen Harbour and Henford on Bagley! Growing up he has always wanted siblings. He loves having Isaac as a brother and they spend so much time together now! But his childhood was so lonely at home, while his mum was working and his dad always MIA before his disappearance. Vincent always went over to Billy's house to hang out with Charlie! Billy and Josh have always been his father figures, unlike his own. Now with kids, he'll do the best he can to provide a childhood full of love!

What animal represents them best? Vincent is obviously a lion and Isaac is an eagle. You know in an ecosystem there are food chains where predators catch prey. Well, they are Kingsleys, so they're the top of the "hierarchy". Think of it like they're going into enemy territory (investigating their dad or other cases) and they are bringing them down. But their dad is also a Kingsley...

What is a smell that they dislike? Any sort of laboratory setting chemical smell idk...I'm not saying anymore

Have they broken any bones? Nope

How would a stranger likely describe them? Secretive first. But that goes away to easy-going, amicable, reliable

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Both actually

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Hmm Vincent is a bit of a foodie and appreciates good food, he likes a lot of stuff really. Something he hates? Mint ice cream lol

Do they have any hobbies? Cooking (I've not explored it though)

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He's all good with surprise birthday parties! Vincent would be full of gratitude to the people who took the time and effort to arrange it. He'll make sure everyone enjoys their time and divert himself from being the centre of attention haha

Do they like to wear jewelry? Ooh he likes fancy watches

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Surprisingly quite messy. He likes typing stuff lmao

What are two emotions they feel the most? Pride, determination

Do they have a favorite fabric? As long as it's comfortable

What kind of accent do they have? British accent duh