#on .. like eventually close the house and turn it into free housing or etc. etc. etc lmao idk

[sativaonsaturn]

the elements

(as i see them)

aries is the fire of fire

aries burns the hottest of the fire signs, as they ruled by mars. in every placement, aries brings a signature heat that is unmatched. an aries mars will experience emotions in a sort of frenzy, they may feel sort of ignited by their feelings (no pun intended) an aries sun lives with a never ending fire in their bellies, they always have direction.

leo is the water of fire

while leos are quite fiery themselves, the fuel that keeps them burning is an emotionally charged one. they want to be adored, respected, admired, seen. when leo does not feel this way, the volcano erupts and everyone gets hurt, including them. a leo moon or mars will make sure you burn the way that they do inside if you cross them. a leo venus will leave you in the dust if they are not cherished the way they cherish you.

sag is the air of fire

sagittarius loves to be free! this is what makes them the air. in line with the themes of 9th house, sag wants to explore and experience all there is. no matter what the scenario, much like an air sign, they want to feel like they are alive. sag mars wants expand their horizons as far as they can go. sag venus wants to feel independent even in love. also sagittarius is mutable; they’re super adaptable + open minded (flexible like air)

taurus is the earth of earth

taurus is known as the sign of stability. taurus wants a stable income, stable relationships, stable home. taurus understands the connection between working hard and receiving in abundance. in any placement, taurus provides a levelheadedness like no other. this is also why taurus is known for being stubborn; when it wants to, the earth is immovable. also why taurus ppl tend to have monotone voices!

virgo is the air of earth

virgos are ruled by mercury so just like gemini, they tend to be in their heads quite a bit (head in the clouds). a lot of times, ppl say that when they first meet a virgo, they seem aloof and far away. the wheels are always turning! sometimes this is why ppl may feel that virgo is two faced or difficult to understand, but this is bc they’re always thinking, it never stops. mercury is always thinking about the next move, if they could’ve handled something better, etc. so virgos are not lighthearted like air signs but are definitely intellectual like them.

capricorn is the water of earth

some may be surprised at me placing capricorn here but let me explain 😭 capricorns are represented by saturn right? they are known for going through really tough shit, especially as they’re growing up. eventually they develop a deeper need for emotional fulfillment but a lot of times bc they come off as cold and calculating, they don’t get that til they find ppl who understand them. a lot of capricorns also don’t even realize that they need that emotional connection and may act out bc of that.

cancer is water of water

cancers are kind of as the stereotype goes; very emotional and feel things in a very consuming way. however people forget that cancers are not just balls of emotion; they are such layered beings. think about it: cancers are ruled by the moon and the moon itself holds so much lore, the moon is carries a mystic energy. when a cancer feels sad, happy, anxious, or angry, they feel it in abundance. emotions wash over them, even if it’s apathy - they even detach on a deeper level than others. i believe that this is why they are able to connect to others in such depth, especially when they are close to them; cancer feels what you feel and more.

scorpio is the fire of water

in traditional astrology, scorpio is ruled by mars; their passion is right on par with aries. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again - no one knows the depths of scorpio like scorpio does. i’ve also found that the further the placement, the deeper the “ocean”. for example, scorpio mercury holds much more depth than scorpio sun. also the further out the placement, the more impression management and the more calculating they are. a scorpio sun might lash out and expose emotions they didn’t have a chance to refine but it is much harder to catch a scorpio mercury slipping like that.

pisces is the air of water

pisces wants to feel in touch but free at the same time. they want the illusion of being connected to everyone but (often) none of the responsibility. you may find that pisces seems to finish your sentences, know just what you need, be there at exactly the right time. this is because 12th house is the subconscious and pisces empathizes without even trying. however, sometimes feeling everything at once (including their own emotions) can become overwhelming for them and they will shed emotions that are uncomfortable at any given moment, even if they care for you.

gemini is the air of air

geminis are about as detached as you can get 😭 but don’t get me wrong, this does not mean that they don’t have feelings or attachments. they just have a habit of detaching themselves from feelings or relationships that are not comfortable for them anymore bc they take their own feelings quite seriously. geminis want to feel in control of their lives and every little experience - in order to do that they must be eternally free.

libra is the water of air

so there is talk of libras being highly emotional while being void of emotion at the same time. i think there is some truth in that; libra is the sign of duality and balance. libras also address things in a diplomatic way and a lot times they need to be objective in their approach. the emotional side of libra is simultaneously a logical one. libra knows that in order to maintain balance, they must understand how everyone involved is feeling. sometimes the emotions belong to libra and in both instances, they use their own moral compass to decide what the most seamless decision is - even at the cost of their relationships. libra also will not address issues if they will disturb the balance, including their own issues.

aquarius is the earth of air

aquarius to me is actually the most practical of the air signs. i know what i said about libra, but remember libra is willing to overlook glaring issues if it will protect the peace (much like pisces). however an aquarius will almost always be the voice of reason and sometimes even make others uncomfortable with their critical view of the world. don’t get me wrong, aquarians are absolutely the humanitarians of the 12. but because aqua is so connected to the world, they are aware of the world’s flaws too. aqua is also great managing money and other responsibilities. aqua may also grow impatient with ppl who are not realistic or mature enough. you may hear that aquarius mars can be rigid in their abstract understanding of the world.

sativaonsaturn 🍃🪐

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #24

Been a while since I wrote a prompt. Let's change that!

✦

Pen Pals

Red Hood comes across Cujo somewhere in Gotham (location and reason like feeding off of ambient ectoplasm, looking for a new toy, lost, etc are your choice). At first, he's kinda freaked out over this pup that glows Lazarus Pits green but slowly learns that Cujo is relatively harmless as long as no one threatens him or anyone under his protection. Kinda hard not to learn that since Cujo has been glued to his side ever since he found the pup roaming the streets at night.

Cujo eventually gets into Red Hood's good books when the sweet little pup turns into a rottweiler the size of a small house and nearly bites the Joker's head off due to him being his usual creepy, rancid self.

Once he's gotten comfortable enough around the strange dog, he gets close enough to spot a tag/nameplate that reads the pup's name along with "Belongs to Phantom" scratched onto the back in messy handwriting.

He thinks nothing of it until Cujo starts getting restless and Red Hood gets the feeling that he'll be leaving Gotham soon. So, given the dog is clearly supernatural and his tag had no contact information, he assumes Cujo is basically a free roam pet and is able to get back to his owner on his own.

The night before he feels Cujo is going to leave, he ties a letter to the pup's collar. The next night, Cujo is gone.

Weeks pass and he thinks of Cujo often, wondering if he made it back to his owner. If his owner got the letter. If this "Phantom" is similar to him. He doesn't think just anyone owns a Lazarus green dog that reeks of death magic.

It's not until he's out on patrol one night, almost two months later, that Cujo suddenly appears and barrels into his stomach. As the excitable pup slobbers kisses all over his helmet, he sees an envelope covered in stickers attached to Cujo's collar.

Looks like he's got himself a pen pal.

[delicious-in-imagines]

Nsfw headcannons for Laios, Mithrun and Kabru??? 👀👀

I love them very much 😁 (I'm soooo normal for them, so so so normal)

*rubs my grubby lil hands together* :)))

NSFW below the cut, as per usual! Spoilers for Mithrun!

Requests are still OPEN!

Laios Touden

You have the full authority to bully this man - I promise you that he enjoys it. He wants to be so good for you, sitting on his legs as he looks up at you, awaiting each and every instruction. For him, it's all about fulfilling your desires and wishes, anything you ask of him, you don't need to repeat yourself.

Grope and grasp at his body, that little bit of extra padding that he has, and feel free to add some stinging remarks to the fondling. His chest is especially sensitive, Laios letting out the cutest little gasps as you take a handful each and squeeze. That adorable blush of his will paint across his skin and up his neck, even to the tips of his ears as you coo and sneer at him in equal measure.

He loves to have you on top of him, riding him into the earth as he holds at your waist like a lifeline. He'll babble out whatever he's thinking, usually interrupting himself while he's gasping about how beautiful/handsome you are on top of him, how thankful he is to have you in his life.

We all saw the way he ties ropes, but this man is no rigger - he's a bunny through and through. He'll teach you each and every knot that he knows, showing where to place them on his body while he can barely contain his excitement as each line grows taut. Eventually, he's wrapped up for you like a pretty little package, blushing and already fixing to burst at the seams.

He's usually starving after sex, so grabbing a bite is definitely part of his aftercare. He'll offer you up some food as well, lingering by your side and enjoying the warmth of your bodies, and the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair. He's always got this dopey smile on his face after the deed, something that lingers even while he conks out afterwards.

Kabru of Utaya

Kabru is a 'try anything once' sort of guy, so if you come up to him asking to try something new in the bedroom, he's not going to shoot you down. There are some things that he might need some coaxing on, especially if it involves inflicting pain on you - though he is conscious of the fact that he won't know his limits until he pushes against them, at least a little.

He loves to have his hands bound under him, the slight burn in his shoulders and the grating from trying to 'struggle' his way out of his bindings. It leaves him at your mercy, looking up at you with those bright blue eyes as you take your fill of him, knowing that he's 'powerless' to stop your roaming hands and teasing mouth.

The trust between you is a turn on to him all on its own. Knowing that at any given point, he could say the word and you would stop without any hesitation is part of the thrill. It's the safety within those walls that gives you both the freedom to explore your desires - and knowing you're enjoying yourself is intoxicating in its own right.

When he's alone, or sometimes if you're interested, he'll engage in orgasm denial, squeezing the base of his length, or using a snug ring to stop his pleasure in its tracks. You can keep this up until he's weeping from both his eyes and his arousal, paired with the previously mentioned bindings, he'll be begging for release which only you can provide - if you're feeling merciful.

A bath after your activities is a must, not only to wipe away any sweat and fluids, but also to just enjoy some casual nudity and each other's presence. He'll pay extra attention to any marks that he's made, rubbing gently against them while you talk about what went well, things to try next time, etc., ...

Mithrun of the House of Kerensil

The easiest way to work Mithrun up intentionally is to clamber into his lap, draping your arms around his neck and drawing him close. After a display like that, you're not getting away from him. If you try to pull away he'll settle his hands on your hips and grip you closer. It's only after some heated frottage or Mithrun sparing a moment to teleport whatever offending articles of clothing away to get to both your arousals that he'll finally let you go.

Any undue attention towards you from anyone is another quick way to get him riled up. He'll grab your wrist to tug you away, sometimes sending the offender outside of the walls, before pinning you to a nearby wall with barely any semblance of privacy to have his wicked way with you. He'll press teeth and open-mouthed kisses to the length of your neck, his actions speaking where his lips would not.

An easy way to turn the tables on him is to speak so sweetly to him, calling him handsome, cooing at him and complimenting him. It knocks him off balance, and it's the perfect chance to get him on bottom. Lavishing his body in reverent touches and kisses, he turns into a mess, and will often bring a hand up to try and hide his face.

The two of you have a fair collection of toys - though usually it's to use on him. Part of his newfound desires is the exploration and deepening of those, and the more that you can potentially overwhelm him during those intimate moments, the better. Little enchanted trinkets that with a tiny bit of mana can vibrate, or some select pieces that Fleki or Lycion suggested to the pair of you embarrassingly enough, the potential is endless.

All of the aftercare will fall to you. Making sure that he eats something light and rehydrates, knowing that you'll both probably need to rest pretty soon after. On some rare occasions though, he'll still your hand and check you over, rubbing and pressing kisses to some of the harsh marks that he's left behind - his favorite reminders that you choose to stay with him, that he's your first pick, even if you could have anyone else.

[st4rfckerz]

car troubles | james kelly x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, age gap, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl etc), very brief dry humping, a lottt of banter, mention of masturbation, cockwarming (?), afab reader

summary: your neighbor james kelly fixes your car for you while you're home alone.

a/n: i lowkey don't like this fic 😭 but it's probably not as bad as i think it is, BUT hopefully you guys enjoy it more than me :)

it was a blessing and a curse for owning an old car. it was a curse since issues flared up so frequently, but it was also a blessing because it prompted your neighbor, james kelly, to fix it for free.

james was hunched over your car's hood, with a number of tools arranged next to him.

"i doubt this'll take long at all. you just have a dead battery, and maybe a few other mishaps but other than that your car is fine." james explains.

"sounds great. thanks again for fixing my car." you give him a friendly smile. james quickly returns the smile, followed by a small laugh.

"of course, you can always count on me for these kinds of things."

"noted." I fiddle with my fingers nervously before turning away.

"i'll just be inside so just come get me if you need anything."

"alright, will do"

he gives a small nod as he watches you disappear inside. his attention turns back to the vehicle.

ever since your family moved into your home when you were 15 years old, you'd always had a small crush on james. but after you entered college and spent so much time away from home, he had aimlessly plagued your thoughts.

you didn't mean for it to happen, but he just always managed to be the only person you'd think about when you're in bed by yourself. thinking about his tall frame, his long, slender fingers, and the way his arms would shine with sweat from fixing cars all day long always sent a flash of heat through your body.

some time passes and you hear a faint knocking at your back window, followed by the door creaking open just a tad.

"hey, she should be good to go now." he spoke to you as you sit at your kitchen island.

"that was quick, usually the shop takes like, 2 hours. i'm impressed." you chuckle. james gives you a smile and a shrug.

"no need to flatter me sweetheart, I've been doin' this forever."

a shortly lived tinge of arousal goes straight to your core after hearing the sudden petname. it always surprises you when he calls you something other than your name because he rarely ever does.

"if you want you could stay and rest for a little while." you had articulated the plan earlier that day of keeping him in your home while your parents were out, just to see where it would go.

"You wouldn't mind?" james' tired, weary expression lit up and he seemed more hopeful than he had in a while.

"I wouldn't be intruding on anything?" he nervously asked.

"not at all, it's just me here anyways. my dad's at work," you explain, flashing him an innocent smile.

"there's fresh lemonade in the fridge, and if you'd like you can use the shower, i know how hot it is outside."

james cleared his throat and looked over towards you.

"that'd be really nice, actually."

you didn't think it would be so easy to have such a smart man like james fall into your trap, but somehow it worked perfectly. he was in your house, and was about to use your shower. the only thing that was on your mind was simply how much of a genius you are.

"the bathroom's right upstairs, here i'll take you," he follows you upstairs and you lead him to the bathroom.

"there's the shower, soap, shampoo all that stuff." you explain as james stands awkwardly beside you.

"sounds good, thank you i really appreciate it." his voice sounds sincere and soft.

"its no problem really, take as long as you need, i'll just be in my room." you walk out the door before closing it behind you. soon, you hear the sounds of water running from the showerhead.

eventually, you hear the bathroom door open and a small cloud of steam escaping the doorway.

james spots you laying on your bed wearing tiny blue shorts, and a small white tee.

his mouth suddenly goes dry and millions of thoughts begin to swarm around in his mind.

how could you just lay there and look so perfect?

james has been a nervous wreck ever since he arrived at your house. he knew it was wrong to be so attracted to you because of the obvious age gap, but he just couldn't help himself.

he's seen you in so many ways, so many times; outside in the pool wearing nothing but a bikini, laying in the grass wearing your skimpy shorts and tank top casually trying to get a tan, he's even watched you change your clothes right in front of your bedroom window.

he always saved those mental images of you so he could fuck his fist later on.

james clears his throat and looks over at you, standing awkwardly at your doorway.

"oh hey." you smile. james glances over your room and notices your college flag plastered on your wall.

"college huh?" he points at the flag and begins walking towards your bed.

"yeah, I'm almost done actually." you reply sitting up and swinging your legs across the side of your bed.

"how much longer do you have?" he crosses his arms and leans against the wall.

"about 6 months? i'm so ready for it to be over," you sigh heavily.

"did you go to college?" you ask him.

"trade school." james nods

"i figured, you don't seem like you were the frat boy type." you joke.

james' face lights up in amusement as he laughs a little walking over to you. he decides to take a seat right next to you on your bed

"yeah... no. definitely not the frat boy type. never saw the appeal in them."

"me neither they can be obnoxious, can't stand them." you explain. an awkward silence stills before you both.

he looks at you, the corner of his mouth curling slightly in anticipation.

"you must have boyfriends back at college, don't you?" his slight change in tone and lift in confidence makes you a little nervous.

"oh no, i-i don't, college guys aren't really my...thing." you stutter. your gaze lingers on james, drinking his presence in.

his hair, still wet from the shower, glistened in the sunlight coming through the window. you could drool on the spot at the sight of his broad shoulders, muscles barely peeking out of from under his gray t-shirt.

"then what is your 'thing'." james shifts his body to face you more.

you shrug and shake your head.

"i don't know, i guess i just always went for older guys." you confess. you knew it was slightly obvious what you were suggesting but it was now or never.

a sly smirk appears on james' face before speaking again.

"really?"

"always have." you look down at your legs quickly. the way james was staring at made you feel like you were on fire.

"do you like anyone in particular?" james was itching at some kind of answer that could miraculously allude to himself.

"that's confidential." you try to avoid looking at him so he doesn't see the obvious blush spread across your cheeks.

"right, right." james had a small grin on his face as you revealed the answer.

he was almost giddy with joy. he knew what he wanted to hear, but he never expected you still had feelings for him.

"it's dumb, i know," a wave of embarrassment rushes through your body and you immediately regret admitting something so elementary.

"i'm sorry if it bothers you i don't-" james cuts you off

"it doesn't bother me."

"it doesn't?" james shakes his head and smiles slightly.

"no, does it bother you?"

"no." he begins leaning towards you slowly and your brain shuts down completely.

james was close enough to feel your breath as you spoke. his face was a few inches away from yours, and he was looking straight into your eyes.

there was a long pause for a moment. It was as if james thought you were gonna do something.

his voice was a little quiet as he spoke his next words.

"good."

james finally closes the gap between you and presses his lips softly against yours.

a tingle went up his spine as your lips came into contact with his. he had never anticipated this, but it felt different. it felt right.

his hand reached to touch your face and he pulled you in closer slowly, your bodies connecting more and more as he leaned into you.

the kiss deepens and a small whimper erupts in your throat.

james noticed the noise you made and smiles against your lips. his big hands grab your thighs and pulls you onto his lap.

he gently pulled you closer to his body again, his arm wrapped around your waist, and his other arm reached to caress your body as both of your lips touched.

james' lips connect to your neck, nipping at the skin along your jawline.

you moan slightly and subconsciously rut your hips against his.

he let out a groan as he gently broke the embrace to look at you.

"needy girl." he teases.

james grabs your hips and moves them harder against his center. he began kissing your neck as you rested in the position he held you in.

you feel his hand suddenly slip into your underwear.

"oh, sweetheart," james breathes out. he could feel how wet and needy you were for him

a pathetic whine escapes your lips as his finger draws antagonizingly slow circles around your clit.

"james please, i need you." the words that escaped your lips sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

he kept kissing your neck, his hand slither up your shirt, caressing and pinching at your nipples.

your words sent him over the edge and he let out a soft groan.

you needed so much more than his single finger. you mindlessly began to toy with the waistband of his pants, itching to just rip them off of him completely.

james was more than ready to let your hands do there work, as he lifted up his hips slightly.

"can i take these off?" james asks you softly, he begins pushing your shorts down your thighs.

you nod your head quickly and discard your shorts along with your shirt leaving you only in your underwear.

james' eyes shoot straight down to your chest.

"so perfect for me," he coos as he quickly latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, soon leaving little purple bruises on them. your eyes squeeze shut as you feel his tongue flicking against the bud.

the sound of a belt hitting the ground makes you jump slightly.

"i can't wait any longer." james mutters against your lips before pressing his mouth against yours.

his fast hands move your underwear to the side.

the feeling of his cock finally entering your dripping hole made your head fall onto his shoulder and a long breathy moan fall from your lips.

you can feel james' body shudders under you.

"oh, fuck," james waits a few seconds before finally thrusting upwards, moving your hips to meet his simultaneously.

the sound of yours and james' moans followed by the slight slapping of skin filled the air of your bedroom.

"you feel so good baby, so good for me."

if james kept speaking to you in that velvety tone you were sure that you were gonna cum a lot quicker than expected.

your mind was completely empty, not a single thought popped into your brain.

that was soon interrupted by the sound of your cellphone.

"it's my dad." you tell james urgently but he continues to litter your neck with small kisses and bites.

"answer it."

you stare at him blankly, the annoying ringtone still erupting from your phone.

your fingers hesitate for a moment before accepting the call and pressing your phone up to your ear.

"hey dad." you try to stiffle a moan as james begins thrusting up into you again.

it was so difficult trying to contain your moans while still trying to have a conversation with your dad.

"yeah, james came over mm-" your hand flies to your mouth.

you could feel james smirk against your neck as he continues to thrust into you at a faster pace.

"no-sorry, it was a cough."

he was relentless with his hunger for you, and didn't want to keep it at bay.

"be quiet baby, we don't need daddy hearing how good i'm making you feel hm?"

his voice was suddenly filled with a deep and lustful tone, but you loved it.

james heard the talking from your phone but it didn't distract him, it only sent a tinge of excitement in his heart.

he let his hands to roam all over your body, causing goosebumps to spread all over your body.

"he did a great job, the car...the car should be ok now."

your dad just kept talking. completely oblivious to what was happening on the other side of the phone.

james grins widely and let out a quiet moan, feeling your pussy squeeze around him.

his lips left your neck and he let his head lean back on the headboard. he didn't even stop his advances as he heard your dad talking. he just enjoyed seeing you try your hardest to stay quiet as he abused your cunt.

your dad finally says his goodbyes after asking a million questions regarding james' visit and you have never felt so relieved.

"that was a close one." james chuckled.

you let out an exasperated laugh, still not able to fully function. especially now that his fingers begin rubbing furiously at your clit, causing you to moan louder and buck your hips harder against his.

"j-james..." your body was shaking uncontrollably. that familiar not began to form in your stomach and fiery heat began to spread through your legs.

"you gonna cum for me pretty girl?" he taunts.

your face contorts in pleasure as you try to muster up any words that come to mind.

"m'so close-"

"i know baby i know, me too." the grip he has on your thighs grows firmer and his nails begin to dig harshly into your skin.

"come on sweetheart, give it to me." james thrusts harder into you, swiftly hitting your sweet spot everytime.

your walls clench around his cock as you cum, earning a loud, throaty groan from james. his warm seed coats your insides, leaving you feeling full and absolutely satisfied.

"there you go," james coaxes you through your orgasm.

james felt your sweat covered body collapse onto his and he kissed your forehead softly.

he kept his arms wrapped around your back, holding you close to him.

"are you okay?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth after a moment.

"mhm, m'ok" you flash james a tired smile.

he slowly opened his eyes as well and kissed your forehead. he let out another sigh as his arms were still wrapped around you.

then he spoke again, his voice filled with curiosity.

"so...what did your dad want to talk about?" he asked softly, still laying back on the bed with you on top of him.

"he was just asking if you had already come over and everything," you let out a snort.

"i definitely came." you look up at james to see a cocky smile across his face.

"stop," you giggle and slap his arm playfully.

"he also mentioned that he would be staying an extra hour at work."

james' demeanor shifted once you told him the good news of your dad staying longer at work.

"good," james leaned forward and kissed you again, grabbing your hand and pulled you down to the bed.

his hands slowly traveled down to your thighs, and he caressed it slightly before pulling your legs apart and situating himself in between them.

"because i'm not done with you yet."

[solarrsims]

greek mythology legacy challenge

hi loves. i’ve spent so much time trying to find a legacy challenge that interests me, and i stumbled upon this one on the forums. however, i decided to put my own spin on this theme, and create my own goals and rules. use the hashtag #greek mythology legacy so i can see your gameplays!!

also, feel free to bend the rules to your liking. if you don’t have a pack i mention, you can bend that rule, or you do have a pack that i don’t have that you think would fit, you can add that in however you’d like.

gens/rules down below or in this doc

edits because of @nom-de-plumbob her ideas were so much better than my og ones!

overall rules:

- you may only use free real estate cheats when you first start

- you can only move onto the next generation when you’ve completed all of the goals

- i recommend setting your life span to normal or long

- you can use any gender for any generation!

- you don’t have to actually name them the god’s name if you don’t want to. be creative!

- try to use their assigned colors in some way (clothes, hair, skin, house, etc!)

GENERATION ONE: ZEUS

god of the sky, king of the gods - white

you have had a rough childhood. your father was abusive towards you and your mother, which resulted in your mother taking you and fleeing town. the two of you settled down the snowy mountains in mt. komebri. she became very over protective of you, rarely letting you out and about in case your father ever found you.

traits: non-committal, ambitious, charismatic

aspiration: successful lineage

career: politician (politician branch)

goals:

have a weather machine

max out career

marry and have two biological kids with partner

have many affairs

have 3 other kids with different partners

live in mt. komebri

GENERATION TWO: POSIEDON

god of water, the ocean - blue

you grew up in a very competitive household. your father was a well-known and very competitive politician whom had many different affairs. you eventually grew restless of the competitive life and decided to move for a simpler life—sulani.

traits: child of the ocean, loves outdoors, erratic

aspiration: beach life

career: marine biologist

goals:

move to sulani when turn young adult

become a mermaid

discover rare underwater treasures

try to keep sulani clean

advocate for marine conservation

marry someone you meet on the island

have at least one kid with partner

GENERATION THREE: HERA

goddess of marriage, women - purple

this sim grew up living a very calm and collected life by the beach. as a child, they loved watching movies and love, which grew into a passion for acting. so, you fled the beachy town and went to del sol valley to achieve your dreams.

traits: ambitious, romantic, jealous

aspiration: world-renowned actor

career: actor

goals:

become a famous actor

marry a celebrity

get jealous and become a controlling spouse

live in del sol valley

have more than one kid

you should favor your other children over the youngest, whom will be the next heir

GENERATION FOUR: HADES

god of the underworld - black

you’ve always despised their mother as a child. your mother favored your sibling(s) your whole life, and always saw you as a disappointment and not being able to live up to your older siblings. because of this, you decided to go on your own, and live up to being a criminal.

traits: loner, materialistic, gloomy

aspiration: criminal mastermind

career: criminal

goals:

max out aspiration

reach level 10 in mischief skill

become enemies with 5 people

have only one child, and don’t be close with them

GENERATION FIVE: ARES

god of war - red

this sim grew up in a rocky household. you’ve always had a strong sense of patriotism and bravery, and you’ve always dreamt of going into the military. despite not wanting to follow in your father’s footsteps, you still have.

traits: athletic, hot-headed, ambitious

aspirations: athlete

career: military (officer branch)

goals:

achieve level 10 in the fitness skill.

start at least 5 fights with different sims

reach level 10 in the officer branch

have at least 2 children

GENERATION SIX: ATHENA

the goddess of wisdom - silver

you grew up in a very competitive household. you were definitely the outcast child, as you prefer to read books or play chess instead of working out. you move out when you become a young adult with little funds.

traits: genius, bookworm, perfectionist

aspiration: nerd brain

career: scientist

goals:

achieve level 10 in three different skills.

complete the nerd brain aspiration.

reach level 10 of scientist career

eventually travel to alien world with wormhole generator

if you have discover university: get physics degree

GENERATION SEVEN: APOLLO

the god of sun, light - orange

you grew up in a very close and loving family. growing up in an environment that fostered creativity and intellect, your mother always encouraged you with your talent: music. your mother’s guidance not only nurtured your musical talent but also instilled a thrust of knowledge and an understanding of music.

traits: art lover, outgoing, music lover

aspiration: musical genius

career: entertainer (singer or musician)

goals:

start playing instruments as a kid

listen to music often as a toddler

achieve level 10 in the singing/one instrument, and level 5 in the other instruments

complete musical genius aspiration

play on the street or at bars for money

if you have discover university: get the fine arts degree

become a famous singer or musician by writing songs and licensing them

marry someone who has the music lover or art lover trait

GENERATION EIGHT APHRODITE

the goddess of beauty, love - pink

from a young age, you found yourself entangled in the intricate dance of romance, captivated by the myriad emotions that love invoked. however, your journey was not without heartbreak. you, in pursuit of love’s beauty, experienced the shattering pain of a broken heart multiple times. yet, with each fracture, you discovered an unparalleled strength to mend.

traits: romantic, high maintenance, party animal

aspiration: serial romantic

career: fashion influencer (stylist branch) or social media influencer (internet personality)

goals:

have at least 10 romantic relationships in your life, starting as a teen

reach level 10 in charisma

as a teen, get the party animal trait

go to parties often as a teen/university student

reach level 10 in either career branch

achieve serial romantic aspiration

have children only from one night stands or blind dates

GENERATION NINE: HERMES

god of trade, travel - brown

your mother never really paid much attention to you and your siblings growing up. you lacked the guidance you needed, leaving you and your siblings to fend for themselves. your nasty habit of kleptomania started as a teen, from stealing your mom’s stuff to stealing items from public places.

traits: active, kleptomaniac, you pick

aspiration: friend of the world

career: astronaut (interstellar smuggler branch)

goals:

live in at least 5 different worlds throughout your life once you become a young adult

reach level 10 of astronaut career (interstellar smuggler branch)

attempt to swipe at least one item per day (or every other day)

befriend at least 15 sims from various ages

marry a co-worker

have only one child

GENERATION TEN: ARTEMIS

goddess of hunt - yellow

your days as a child were spent in the outdoors whilst your parents worked, and you have lived in multiple different towns. once you moved out, you decided to built a house on an empty lot with a small farm. your farm began to flourish, and you hound solace in the tranquil landscapes, surrounded by your family and your animal companions.

traits: loner, family-oriented, animal enthusiast

aspiration: friend of the animals

career: veterinarian

goals:

own your own vet clinic

as a child, befriend at least 5 animal

have at least 3 pets!

achieve level 10 in the dog training

you may never marry. either adopt or have a science baby only once.

OPTIONAL GENERATIONS: TBF

GENERATION ELEVEN: HESTIA

GENERATION TWELVE: DEMETER

[babydollitzel]

two-bit mathews dating hc’s 🧸🤍

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Two-bit x Fem!reader

warnings/extra; mention of Keith smacking reader’s butt and being drunk. Sorry if I missed something. Also I calli him Keith in this one because I’m not calling him no goofy ah ‘Two-bit’ 😭

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ this is the first ff that I actually 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 so be patient and bare with me omg😢 but anyways feel free to send reqs once I actually make some rules and open the req box! ♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

𐙚 ok so I’m just gonna get straight into it, you can’t tell me this man doesn’t call you the most 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 nicknames ever

𐙚 all jokes of course but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. especially when he says them around your friends, family, etc

𐙚 I mean occasionally he’d be a normal human being and call you baby or something but when he wants to be extra he’ll call you babycheeks, muffin, or honey bear LIKE WHAT

𐙚 Sometimes you wonder if he’s joking or if he’s actually being serious cause there’s no way

𐙚 makes the most dirtiest jokes anywhere anytime. Like yall saw that once scene where he lifted that girl’s skirt or where he made that dirty joke to the girl sitting in the car? Guaranteed he didn’t even know them, so let’s just say around you, his girlfriend, he gets pretty.. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (sorry omg)

𐙚 he has an 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀 laugh. Just picture it, yall are having a cute little date and what not at the diner and he just pulls out one of his jokes, starts laughing like crazy. By himself too, you let out a fake giggle or two to ease the second hand embarrassment.

𐙚 you almost ditched him then and there when people’s heads started turning, looking for the source of sound

𐙚 when yall are over at the curtis house he forces you to watch mickey mouse with him whether you like it or not

𐙚 atleast he’ll share some chocolate cake with you that one of the curtis brothers made.

𐙚 *jealousy zone* he gets pretty jealous easily. let’s say there’s some guy trying to talk you up. Keith’ll just pop out of nowhere and wrap an arm around your shoulder, staring down that guy like this 🤨

𐙚 he’ll play that whole ‘tough guy act’ and intimidate the guy, maybe even swing out his switchblade

𐙚 like who does bro think he is 😭🔥

𐙚 he’ll either make some remark or just stare the guy down. Which leads to an awkward atmosphere, eventually the guy got the message and just walked away, grumbling under his breath.

𐙚 don’t get me wrong though, you can still have guy friends. Just as long as they don’t get too close to home

𐙚 but he is pretty protective just in general. Someone talking crap about you? He’s already on them with some snarky remark. He’s so quick with it too omg. Like he’s genuinely good at putting someone in their place

𐙚 as for affection, I feel like he’d be into it but not CRAZY into it. He’d have an arm slung around your shoulder, smack your butt, have an arm around your waist, yk the basics

𐙚 but when he happens to be drunk he’s way more lovey dovey and flirty than usual.

𐙚 drunk or not, he does like to leave purposeful sloppy kisses on your cheek just to gross you out. You can just smell the alcohol on him which makes you all the more grossed out so you proceed to “wipe off” his kiss. He gets pretty butt hurt

𐙚 he got you a minnie mouse shirt to match his mickey one. You haven’t worn that thing outside the house once. may or may not have stolen it for you

𐙚 if you get along with his little sister then he’s more head over heels than before, she looks up to you a lot and it’s just one of the couple things that warms Keith’s heart

𐙚 overall he’s a pretty decent boyfriend, would definitely recommend. 10/10

[shelbbswrites]

So a few people asked, but really, I wanted to write about this specific shot from the Red, White & Royal Blue trailer.

And I want to include a gif so you can see the full movement of the shot as well. I've linked the source of the gif on it to give credit.

I want to approach this as just a construction of a scene in the movie and not compare it to the book by Casey McQuiston. Though, that may come later because I plan to write A LOT about this book/movie over the next month or so. Stay tuned for that!

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A Lake-Side Depiction of Alex and Henry's Intimacy

First and foremost, it’s relevant to look at the placement of this scene within the Red, White & Royal Blue trailer before unpacking the shot itself. It is the second-to-last scene before the tag. It is sandwiched between Alex pleading with Henry to make their relationship work – to “figure out a way” they can “love each other on” their “own terms.” It’s a plea to break free of the societal and systematic structures that keep them from loving each other without any hindrances. It’s the trailer’s biggest gut punch and will likely be a turning point in the film.

The scene that follows the one of Alex and Henry on the dock is one fans of the books will recognize immediately. Regardless, it plays as a heart-wrenching goodbye between the two characters, who feel so much for each other but keep getting pulled about by forces outside their control. It’s moving to see Alex and Henry hug each other and find a brief comfort in each other’s arms, even though they can’t stay there forever – yet.

That context informs their next scene– the one of Alex and Henry at Alex’s family’s lake house (assuming the film keeps that from the book). The entire trailer sets up the international and interpersonal stakes of this relationship. They go from being pushed together by their teams in the first half to being pulled together on their own accord in the second half. In the time of the latter, Alex and Henry bridge the ocean between them with contact however they can manage – texts, emails, etc. – until they’re finally together again.

And when they are, it’s in this beautiful, serene environment that redefines the confines of their relationship. They are in the public sphere (as in, in the world), but they couldn’t be more far removed from the political limitations of their usual public spheres. Here, on this dock at a lake house, there are no suits and ties. There are no titles. They are not FSOTUS and a Prince; they’re Alex and Henry. They’re two people in love who fit together like puzzle pieces — down to the complementary colors of their swimming trunks.

Every element in the construction of this scene emphasizes that, even the camerawork. It’s easy to assume the camera will eventually pull in closer, but it will likely start from this higher, further perspective in the film. It’s Alex and Henry’s moment, and the camera may not want to intrude with a harsh cut-in on them. Instead, it comes to the characters in a way that gives Alex and Henry the space they so rarely get when they’re together.

It paints a portrait that juxtaposes their usual relationship with water. It goes from something that pulls them apart to something that pushes them together. It’s not a coincidence that Alex’s line, “It’s like there’s a rope attached to my chest, and it keeps pulling me to you,” plays over this scene in the trailer. Alex and Henry’s bodies scoot closer together like magnets above a body of water that isn’t their enemy but an ally. This water doesn’t mean distance and longing and hard goodbyes but the comfortability of peace and quiet.

So, it’s no wonder Alex and Henry literally open their bodies up to each other. With their arms raised, they are opening up the most vulnerable parts of themselves – their hearts. They aren’t closed off behind formal stances or other formalities; they are comfortable with each other. They trust each other. So, there’s a built-in emotional intimacy to this scene that extends beyond Henry’s kiss to Alex’s bicep, though that is incredibly sweet and speaks volumes. Yes, Alex and Henry love each other, but they also know each other, and this scene perfectly depicts that.

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Watch the Red, White & Royal Blue trailer, and follow me for more writing about characters and stories that resonate with me.

[luvfae]

And another request for Graham with no. 1 (one bed), no. 10 (friends to lovers) & no. 15 (sexual tension) as smut, please :) could be something like them having to share a bed at the house, because the reader is scared and can’t sleep alone…or there are no other options for her to sleep etc. (whatever you think fits best), thank you x

THUNDER

1: only one bed

10: friends to lovers

15: sexual tension

fandom: daisy jones & the six

parings: graham dunne x f reader

warnings: smut, p in v, swearing

It was storming out, the roaring sound of thunder mixing with the heavy rain that tapped against your window. Lightening painted the sky white. You were terrified of storms, you always had been, which is why you were wide awake, sitting up in bed.

You attempted to turn the lights on, only to discover the power was out. You couldn’t handle it anymore, being in this dark room all alone so you stood up and walked into the hallway. You couldn’t hear anyone downstairs and everyone’s doors were shut, meaning everyone was asleep for the night.

A loud crack of thunder made you gasp and you headed for the closest room to yours. Graham’s. You didn’t even knock, you simply just threw the door open, startling Graham.

“Y/N?” He asked, sitting up and looking at the time. It was nearing 2am. “Are you okay?”

“I’m scared of storms,��� you whispered. Graham chuckled softly, pulling his blankets back.

“Come on,” he said, patting the empty space beside him and you were quick to join him, laying down and letting him throw the covers over you. “I’ll protect you from the storm.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, rolling around so you were facing him. You were definitely closest with Graham out of the entire band. You spend almost every waking second with him, whether you were sitting in silence together or laughing your asses off. Graham was your best friend.

But you had never laid this close to him. Another bang of thunder made you whimper and Graham instinctively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. You could feel his breath against your nose, making your skin heat up.

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. It had always been there, but the pair of you were good at ignoring it. Your friendship with Graham meant the world to you and you didn’t want to risk losing him by giving in to your dirty thoughts.

But right now, laying here with him so close, it was hard to ignore.

“Distract me?” You whispered, your hands moving to rest on his chest. Graham hummed, wondering what you were asking of him. You closed your eyes, pushing your lips against his softly, testing the waters.

Graham didn’t push you away, he was taken by surprise, but eventually he too closed his eyes. You deepened the kiss, your hands gripping around the fabric of his shirt.

Graham’s tongue ran over your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, letting his tongue explore. Your hands moved from their grip on his shirt down to his boxers, your fingers quick to tear them down his legs, letting his already hard dick spring free.

You felt his hard on against your thigh and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips. You pumped him with your hand until he pulled away from the kiss and stopped you.

“Stop doing that,” he said and you froze up, worried you had crossed the line. “Sorry… I just… if you keep doing that i’m going to cum in your hand and I don’t want that, I want us to finish together,” he pecked at your lips and you smiled.

“Okay,” you said, softly as his hand untied the drawstring on your pyjama bottoms before he pushed them down your thighs. You shimmed out of them, letting them and your panties get lost somewhere between his sheets.

Graham was looking at you like you put the stars in the sky as he gripped at your thigh, hiking your leg over his waist. You had completely forgotten about the storm outside the second you felt his member push inside of you.

You quietly whimpered as Graham kissed your forehead. “Is this okay?” He asked and you nodded your head frantically, hands tangling through his curly brown hair.

Graham let out a sigh of relief as he began to thrust into you. His pace wasn’t slow, but it wasn’t fast. It was perfect and he was hitting the deepest parts of you, places that other men hadn’t touched before. Your back was arching into him, your chest flush against his.

“You are perfect,” Graham whispered, kissing your forehead. Your moaned, your head resting in the crook of his neck, your eyes fluttering shut, submerging yourself into the pleasure.

Soft whimpers and moans escaped your lips, it was like music to Graham’s ears. “Feels so good, Graham,” you said before sobbing into his shoulder. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he replied, quickly, his movements getting sloppier and sloppier with every second. “I don’t think I’ll last much longer, Y/N.”

“I’m so close, too,” you replied, drool falling from your open mouth and onto his shirt. Graham’s fingers dug into the skin of your thigh, your moans were getting louder, trying to conceal your noises into his neck.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” Graham whispered, afraid he was about to bust before you did. “Please Y/N, I need you to come,” he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut.

A loud moan tore from your throat at the exact same time thunder shook the windows. “I’m fucking coming, Graham, don’t stop,” you panted, your orgasm washing over you, a volcano exploding in your core making every atom in your body burn.

Graham was quick to follow after you, feeling euphoric and relieved all at once. He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead as he pulled away. You smiled happily, nuzzling your head into his chest.

“Thanks for distracting me, Graham,” you said.

Graham cleared his throat. “Is this going to change us? Because I really don’t want it to,” Graham said. “I- I mean, I want it to change us but not in a bad way… I don’t want to be friends Y/N.”

“You don’t want to be friends?” You asked, playing dumb.

“Not like that! I meant as- as in I want you to be my girlfriend,” Graham said, holding you close. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you too, Graham,” you smiled, kissing him. “So yes, I will be your girlfriend.”

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Y/N DUNNE: We got married 6 months later…

GRAHAM DUNNE: What can I say? I was obsessed with her… I still am.

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

Ari AU - Part Two

This is Part Two of my popstar Grian AU! Part One is is here! Part Three is here! Part Four is here! Part Five is here!

CONTENT WARNINGS for this Part: discussions of past attempted SA, physical assault, hospitals, briefly mentioned drug abuse, suicidal ideation, mental health crisis.

please consider reblogging if you liked this and want others to see it :D feel free to send me asks, comments, etc. about the au!

Martyn’s Radio Show

The response from Grian’s fans is overwhelmingly positive. While some are disappointed that the last shows were cancelled, most are just happy to see Grian okay and alive, even if she looks worse for wear. Online, the fanbase supports Grian’s claims. Online, they feel empowered to share their own experiences. Online, they believe her.

The tabloids continue with the addict line. They claim Grian is unstable and manic. They claim he’s lying about the night out. Pearl suggests Grian go on the radio. Talk more about her experiences, because it really is helping people, and if she makes a professional, live appearance on air, the accusations of her being on drugs will seem less credible.

Grian agrees, so Mumbo and Pearl get him booked in with Martyn, of Faction Isles Radio [a pirates smp reference? In my angst fic?] for a live interview and casual discussion about Grian’s life and career. 

For someone used to live performances, Grian is absolutely terrified. What if he says the wrong thing? What if she messes up her story and people think it’s fake? What if this Martyn guy is mean, or unfair, or things are awkward?

This is where Impulse steps in. He offers Grian a spot on his hobby podcast with his friend, Skizz. A pre-recorded semi-interview with people Grian is more comfortable with, in preparation for the “real thing”. Grian accepts, and they record the episode together. She tries not to freak out every time she stumbles over her words and Impulse says they can cut it. 

(Eventually she snaps that they can’t cut anything when it’s live, so why are they acting like her mistakes are okay? Impulse takes it graciously, helping her calm down. Skizz offers a few words of advice that Grian doesn’t even remember. Something about going for it, even if she’s scared? After the pep talk, she does feel better. More confident...)

Then suddenly, it is time for the “real thing”. To his credit, Martyn is lovely. A natural on-air, well-researched about Grian’s career, asking all the right questions and never seeming judgemental. Grian recounts her rise to fame, her love of music, and then, finally, the tour.

They get to a rather emotional point and Grian thinks he might be about to cry. How embarrassing would that be? But Martyn seems to understand, and there's a break for one of Grian’s songs. Turning off his mic to let the music play, Martyn looks over to Grian with a laid-back but kind smile, and asks if she's okay. 

Grian is not okay, but if she admits that, they’ll never get through the interview, so she lies. Martyn gives him a look like he knows he’s lying, but it isn’t judgemental.

The show is a success. Grian feels a little lighter. 

Downtime

The radio show does not help with the tabloid problem. As the media does, they try to get more out of Grian’s story, spinning it into either support or negativity. Theorising that she lied about why she was in the hospital- wild stories ranging from drug use to secret pregnancy (she is not about to explain why that's impossible). 

With news trucks and paparazzi hanging around outside her house, she has to keep the curtains closed constantly. Every time she steps outside she's hounded again. On the one hand it's good that he's being kept in the public eye, but he wants his privacy more than anything in the world. 

So, Scar offers to open his house to her. Grian accepts, moving in with him in secret. They manage a few blissful weeks with each other before the press finds them again. It’s awful. They're still trying to explore their relationship and what it means, trying to figure it all out. Grian's still trying to come to terms with what happened to him and how Scar saved him. 

The flashing of cameras is starting to give Grian anxiety. More than usual. She has half a mind to make another statement, but knows that'll only make things worse. In the meantime, Grian officially moves in with Scar.

Even Grian’s self-expression is criticised to no end. Suddenly the press is snapping pictures of her, in Scar's home, in jeans and sweaters and no makeup. She cuts her hair short because it’s starting to make her itch with discomfort, and boy does that cause an outcry about her 'mental breakdown'. Grian never had many issues with dysphoria or dysmorphia before, but once the papers picking apart her image start flooding in, looking in the mirror makes her a little nauseous.

Of course, the real fans still support her. She has a good, loyal fanbase who do care about her wellbeing and understand why she's hiding away. But the tabloids can build a story out of anything. Kind stories just don’t sell.

Album Two: ‘Land of the Viscera’

Things calm down a little bit, enough for Grian to master a new album. This time it comes from a place of anger and frustration, at the media and the stalkers and herself. She spends a lot of time working on the tone of the album, not wanting to fully alienate her fans but not wanting to stick with the preppy pop of her biggest successes. 

In the end she goes for a mixture of femininity and something grungier, less pretty, less polished, a little more unhinged and rock-inspired. Think female punk bands, mixed with the warbling parasitic sound of bjork. The album is titled Land of the Viscera and follows the story of a character named Mother Spore as she explores a wonderland of twisted nature and decaying landscapes.

The aesthetic goes hard, basically. It feels blurry in terms of genre and more obviously queer, the Mother Spore metaphor openly criticising the tabloid news cycle and addressing the struggles Grian has faced in hand with fame. Still, her music holds a range of appeal, keeping within a pop-type structure while shifting into gothic, punk and rock. 

The music videos are dark and edgy, full of rot, blood, and decay. They reference the stalking and attempted assault. Grian keeps her feminine costumes, trading the sleek red dresses for dark grey layered gowns. More severe makeup remains stylish, but drifts further away from Grian’s real preferences, as if he’s trying to separate himself from his persona. 

The fans call it an ‘era’, immediately scrambling to figure out the “lore” hidden within the videos and lyrics. While critics suggest Grian will lose some of her audience by adopting a harsher sound, the album is regarded as an overall success.

Taking One For The Team

It takes a while for Grian to feel comfortable going ‘out’ into the world again. After the release of the album, the paparazzi take a moment to calm down, and public appearances seem less scary than before. 

That is, until he starts making public appearances again, and remembers why he tried to go into hiding. Grian starts flipping off cameras or walking straight through the reporters, whenever she goes anywhere. Scar, ever one to do his job, isn’t sure he likes the attention, especially as the tabloids start to shift their reporting back to him. At least it fits Grian’s new image to be snarky and mean towards the cameras, bringing some of her private defence mechanisms from the tour back into the foreground.

New threats start coming in. It was fine, before, when the fans were satiated by the tour and Grian’s relationship with Scar seemed like a crazy fling. Now, with no new tour announced (thank god), the papers focusing more on Scar, and their relationship going public, things look more serious. This upsets all the people who think they are entitled to Grian’s life.

Once online threats start coming in, Scar gets jumpy and nervous. He asks Grian if they can stay at home, get their groceries delivered, etc. Grian appreciates Scars worries, and doesn't mind taking a few lazy days, so she agrees. At least they get to cuddle some more. But they both feel cooped-in. Trapped, within Scar’s house, constantly on the look-out for hidden reporters.

Grian decides she can’t live her life on hold forever. As much as it scares her, she loves performing and she wants to reignite that passion somehow. She agrees to attend a small local gig, an exclusive thing which doesn’t get announced on social media. It’s meant to be her stepping stone back into the world of performing. It’s meant to promote the new album, really. That’s all.

Scar stands backstage, watching from the wings and doing his job keeping Grian safe. Also admiring her with heart-eyes. There are other bouncers in the crowd, but Scar is the closest to Grian, confident in his ability to protect her.

In the middle of the set- and it all seems to happen quite suddenly- Scar feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns to see two young men and a young woman, all dressed in black. He’s about to ask them how they got backstage when one of the men punches him in the face, sending him to the ground.

Now, Scar is a strong guy, and the stranger seems kinda shocked at himself for throwing the punch at all, so Scar has enough time to recover and stand. Instantly, his heart is racing. Adrenaline rushes through him. One thought comes to mind: he has to protect Grian.

Scar assesses the situation. The attackers have no visible weapons. Good. As the second man goes to swing a punch, Scar grabs his wrist. He's much stronger, clearly. Twists the man’s arm around and pushes the guy back until he's tumbling onto the floor. 

The girl goes to scratch him, but Scar dodges at the last second. He can hear another security guard, somewhere nearby. If he screams, Grian will hear. She'll stop the set and come to find him. She will be closer to the danger. She could get hurt.

Scar holds his tongue. The first guy tries to come in again, and again Scar blocks the attack, but he doesn't see the second man getting back up. He’s one against three. It’s a miracle he made it as long as he did.

He's on the floor before the pain of the hit even registers. This time, they're quicker than him. He receives a kick to the chest. Something snaps. For a stunned second, the attackers pause. The breaths catch in his throat painfully.

He thinks they might kill him. It's a horrible thought, but it's not an unrealistic one. The three assailants all land hits and kicks, never giving Scar enough time to stand.

They finish their assault as suddenly as they attacked. With horror, Scar thinks they're going to go onstage. They're going to hurt Grian. But, no. They turn back the way they came. One of them says something. About stealing, or deserving, or... 

Scars ears are ringing. 

As they walk away, he blacks out.

Hospital Visit Two

Grian is the one who finds Scar, coming backstage during a break. Her scream is enough to alert the crew. Obviously, the show is cancelled. An ambulance is called for Scar and a search takes place for the attackers, but no one can find anyone suspicious. Later, more anonymous posts on social media brag vaguely about how they showed that bodyguard that he doesn't deserve Ari. 

When Scar wakes up in hospital, Grian is right there waiting, looking like a mess. The rest of the tour crew are there too, glad to see Scar awake. Grian's hair has been cut even shorter, in messy, jagged clumps. Scar briefly wonders if he did that in the hospital bathroom. 

He asks if Grian is okay, to which Grian breaks down crying. She practically screams at Scar that he should be worried about himself. He broke a rib and has a head injury, for goodness’ sake! Scar says that’s not his job. Grian freezes up. She tells him quietly that his safety should always come before Grian's own. Scar repeats that his job is to keep Grian safe, no matter what. 

Grian realises that Scar would do anything for her, and that's terrifying. He could have died, today, and he didn't call for help. Grian knows she would have heard him if he had called for help. So she asks Scar why. Scar tells the truth: he wanted to make sure Grian wouldn't come running towards the danger, because that's his job. 

He’s so sure of himself, it’s agonising. Grian knows that Scar's contract isn't the only reason he's so willing to get hurt defending her. Still, she fires him. Right there, on the spot. 

The hospital makes Grian feel anxious. The lights flicker, almost like the flashing of cameras. She cut her hair with tiny scissors in the hospital bathroom, to keep herself grounded, and to keep herself from doing anything stupid. She thinks about how she brings pain to everyone around her- how she took Scar away from a normal life.

They are only in the hospital for a few more days. Scar and Grian go home together, and make no announcements to the press. Grian gets Mumbo to call Scar’s boss and make sure he’s fired. Not out of malice- they talk about it, of course, and she has enough money for both of them- but because she isn’t sure if she can handle Scar taking on any more dangerous jobs.

A Break, A Breakdown 

After Scar is out of the hospital, Grian decides to take another indefinite break, pulling back into isolation, even becoming more distant from Scar. Scar obviously knows something is wrong, but chalks it up to Grian being upset with him about his own recklessness. A rift grows between them, despite living together.

Moving house to escape reporters and cameras doesn’t help much with the growing tension, either. Not for the first time, Scar realises just how complicated his life has become.

Grian becomes increasingly closed-off, no matter what Scar says or does. Jokes don't land. Conversation runs dry. She just doesn’t seem happy. Scar starts to grow irritable, too, not enjoying being stuck indoors and left with frequent nightmares surrounding Grian and their various attackers. It all seems rather bleak.

Until, one day, Grian is happy. Carefree. Better. Scar isn’t an idiot. He knows what's happening. He doesn't want to believe it, but he's heard enough stories from friends and family to know what's about to happen. For lack of better words, Grian has been depressed, now suddenly she’s joyful again? Yeah, no, Scar doesn’t buy it.

He calls the crew. It's an emergency. Grian isn't well. As the day goes on, Scar doesn't let Grian out of his sight. Once she starts an argument about needing to use the bathroom in peace, Scar tells her what he thinks is going on. He has reason to believe she's actively suicidal. 

A shocked silence. From the look on Grian’s face, Scar knows he was right. Grian mumbles something about it not being Scar's job to protect her anymore. Scar tells her it is. It's his job as a partner to make sure Grian stays alive. He doesn't expect Grian to break down crying in front of him, but that's been happening a lot lately. Or, Scar has heard it a lot, through closed doors. 

This time Scar is able to offer comfort, to hold her somewhat awkwardly in his arms and whisper that it'll be okay. Even to Scar, it sounds like a lie. He was never really good at emotional things, always more helpful with the physical- sharing honey tea for a sore throat, or putting himself between Grian and the cameras. 

The thing about Grian, is that once he starts speaking, it’s hard to get him to stop. As soon as Scar opens the door, she’s off on a rant. Of course, he listens, but it hurts to hear. Grian’s so sick of it all. His body, his art, his relationships, his life. They’re all objects in the eyes of the press and the fans.  She’s not even safe to just be with Scar- her existence puts them both in so much danger. And she's not perfect anymore. She's corrupted and wrong and they can smell it on her like bloodhounds. Every imperfection is amplified or ignored in favour of viewing her as this untouchable idol that Scar is selfishly taking for himself. Grian just wants it to stop.

[elielielephant]

♡ 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 ♡

Sfw and Nsfw

WARNING 18+ CONTENT AHEAD, MDNI

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Sfw

-Haha try going to the bathroom without him latching onto you like you were the last piece of food on earth.

-He is so clingy. I'm not even exaggerating, try to even skip class, he would be at your front door holding out a list of places where the both of you "hangout" (guys he's new to this loving stuff, he's too shy to even say the word 'date' to refer to your 'hangout' time with him).

-Got sick? Not to worry, your boyfriends there with all the things you need. You're cold? He's got a blanket and heating packs in hand.

-You feel dizzy? He already got the medicine next to your night stand with a glass of water and some snacks in case you're hungry. Your stomach's being a little shit? He's holding out the medicine and a piece of paper with words written on it, read as 'Free kisses and cuddles pass'.

-Most people would think that the 'quiet kid' are either psychos considering their lack of communication to them. But well your boyfriend's literally a cutie pie! He's also the smartest one in class! Why wouldn't the people try and date him? He's literally the perfect boyfriend!

-Our poor baby is insecure.

-When both of you are peacefully cuddling on the couch of his apartment, he would ask you this question "Babe... Are you happy being with me?"

-It always shatters your heart every time he's asking you this question. You would immediately cover his face with kisses while muttering out sweet nothings until he would understand that he's the best thing that happened in your life. When you were done, his face was redder than a tomato.

-As I've said before, he's very clingy so just imagine his possessiveness. So just imagine that someone tried to hit in you.

-They would be running off already to see the 'quiet kid' glaring at them just behind you while holding his pen that is held somewhat like a knife. And when you turn around to see why the person ran off, you just see your boyfriend acting like usual. Although he trusts you well enough, his instincts take over whenever he sees someone hitting on you, or atleast trying to get close to you.

-When you hangout at his apartment, he would immediately hide his plans after graduation. (Yk the usual buy a house, go to our dream University, find a part-time job, propose, and other kind of shit)

- If you would find that, he would not go out to see your face from all the embarassment crashed to him once you saw the list. (He would do that for about an hour before he misses you so much ad buy you some flowers and your favorite snacks).

-When the both of you eventually have sex, he would be the one giving aftercare to you, considering that you might not walk for the rest of the day but whatever. He would bathe you, feed you, tuck you in and cuddle with you all day long. Best boyfriend ever, ♾️/10 wouldn't even dare to cheat on him.

Nsfw

-When the both of you were finally at legal age, the both of you decided that it's time to do the deed, though having little to no experience with an an actual person. James would definitely look up some porn to see what kind of techniques that he should do and some of the positions.

-Meanwhile, you were a rather kinky person not gonna lie, subby tops are something that the world equally enjoys. While your boyfriend's busy figuring out what's the 69 position is and how to do it, you were out here smirking to yourself as you fantasize how he's gonna act when you suddenly pin him down. (Yes, I know how y'all readers are like)

-He would constantly bring a condom and some lube since you'll never know when's the time y'all would so it. Could be at your apartment, his apartment, the PUBLIC bathroom, the beach, the mall, etc. Your boyfriend definitely did some proper research.

-Well y'all both got horny at his place. Well he decided to watch a movie that his parents said "got them closer", The cover was pretty innocent, but then, most of the scenes were literally about the main characters having sex.

-Well his parents were right at one point, it did brought the both of you "closer", by which I mean closer as in you pinned him down while you were dry-humping his boner watching his teary eyed face as you grind the shit out of him.

-James thought he would be the more dominant one in the relationship, Boy was he wrong. Now he was ripped off his clothes, moaning and whimpering your name while you were on top of him, riding him like there was no tomorrow.

-"P-Please... [Name]Hah~ Baby..~ n-not so ah! F-fast!~" God, you felt like cumming then and there just by seeing his flushed and teary face. "B-Baby~ C-Close!~" He screamed as you kept on making his cock dig deeper inside of you "S-Same here B-Babe... F-Fuck!~ Cum Inside..~" The both of you came simultaneously, with James in the condom (Guys always wear a condom when you have sex! Regardless of the gender!) and you on him.

-Dont worry, Dominant James will come out of its shadows. Once he'd muster up the courage to ask you if he can be the one leaving you teary eyed and begging for more. (If he can)

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(Guys if the Nsfw part sucked I'm sorry 🙇 Writing Nsfw parts are usually not my thing. But subby tops are 😩🥴)

[mamazanobia]

The Worst Sim Ever Challenge – Sims 4

Welcome to "The Worst Sim Ever" challenge! In this challenge, you’ll create a Sim who isn’t exactly living the dream. They’re lazy, messy, and can’t seem to get ahead in life. Your goal is not to thrive but to survive at the bare minimum—and maybe pass those traits on to the next generation. Here's how to play:

Create Your Sim

Traits:

Mandatory Traits:

Lazy – Your Sim would rather nap or watch TV than work.

Slob – Cleanliness? What’s that?

Glutton – Your Sim eats way too much, especially junk food.

Optional Traits:

Unflirty – Romance is hard when you can barely take care of yourself.

Childish – They still love their toys and cartoons.

Goofball – If your Sim isn't good at life, at least they’re good at being funny.

Aspiration:

Mischief, Comedy, or Love (or pick something that seems achievable but doesn’t lead to great success).

Rules of the Challenge

1. Career

Job Restrictions: Your Sim can only have low-paying jobs like fast food worker, manual labor, or a job that depends on tips like a Comedian or Street Performer (use the musician or comedian freelancer careers or busk in public spaces).

Advancement Limits: Your Sim should not advance beyond level 3 in their career unless it's a tip-based one (e.g., musician or comedian). You're meant to be a chronic underachiever.

2. Education

High School: Your Sim barely made it through high school. If you're starting as a teen, make sure they don’t do their homework regularly. They must graduate with a C or lower.

No Higher Education: Absolutely no college for your Sim unless somehow you get accepted in but you will fail out.

3. Home Life

Living Space: Start in the cheapest, dirtiest apartment or house you can afford (if using the City Living expansion, pick a lot with the "Needs TLC" trait).

Cleaning: Your Sim only cleans up when the environment is so bad they can’t function anymore.

Food: Your Sim can only eat snacks, junk food, or delivered food (no home-cooked meals unless it’s quick snacks like chips or cold cuts).

4. Skills

Your Sim cannot excel at skills. The only exceptions are:

Charisma (to keep them barely managing friendships).

Comedy (if you’re trying to make money from tips).

Singing or Dancing (if that's their hustle). All other skills should stay under level 4 to ensure your Sim doesn’t “succeed” too much.

5. Relationships

Friendships: Your Sim can have friends, but no close, dependable friendships unless they’re fellow underachievers or other dysfunctional Sims.

Romance: If they’re in a relationship, it’s dysfunctional—think fights, neglect, or random hookups.

6. Family Life

Having Kids: At least one child is mandatory.

Two-Child Rule: You must have at least two kids:

One must follow in your footsteps and be lazy, unsuccessful, and messy (your "Worst Sim Jr.").

The other must be the opposite—hard-working, neat, and focused on success (your "Best Sim"). This Sim can eventually help better your life or break free from your legacy of failure.

Child Raising: The "Worst Sim Jr." must live a similar life to you—poor grades, no high ambitions, etc. The "Best Sim" must excel in school, gain high-paying jobs, and focus on making life better.

7. Endgame

Worst Sim Jr.: If you choose to continue with them, they must take over the family legacy of being lazy and unsuccessful. They can have kids, and the cycle repeats.

Best Sim: If you choose to continue with them, they must work toward breaking the family curse. This Sim must work hard, save money, and strive for a successful, healthy life, creating a new future for the family.

Challenge Goals

Barely Survive: Your original Sim must never make more than §15,000 in savings. Keep them in a constant state of scraping by.

The Next Generation: Will you continue the cycle of laziness and failure, or will you let your Best Sim break free and turn the family into a successful dynasty?

Created by @mamazanobia & @hthaze6hunna

[toyybox]

Spiderwebs Alternate Ending AU (part 2)

Masterlist | Part 1

content: decomposition of a body, insects (maggots, flies, etc.)

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Jackie was keeping careful track of the time. He watched every sunrise and sunset behind the windows. It had been two weeks when someone knocked on the door. 

Bodies didn’t take long to decompose. As nice as it was to know Heather was at peace, he was losing his nerve while trapped in the house. It was difficult to ignore the flies, settling everywhere, maggots burrowing in all her wounds while she fell apart. It was hard to imagine her asleep when there were worms under her skin and insects in her mouth. He didn’t know how to get rid of them, though, so he spent most of the time waiting by the basement door and falling asleep to the sound of buzzing.

“Someone’s here,” he said.

Heather said nothing. Not that he expected her to. A few flies crawled over the railing.

If he slept in the basement, he slept at the top of the stairs, at such an angle that he couldn’t look at her body. He had briefly seen the extent of her decay once. It was hard to forget something like that. He had no desire to see it again. The smell was pretty awful, and it permeated the entire house, but after a few days he had gotten used to it. 

For the first few days, anyway, he had tried to sleep upstairs, in Heather’s bed. He woke up in a cold sweat more than once. The house was silent and still enough that he could hear his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears. He could swear something was watching him. He felt the pressure on the back of his neck. 

Ghosts weren’t real, but he thought that maybe keeping Heather company would appease… whatever was forcing him awake. And it did seem to work. He could close his eyes for a while, and the sound of buzzing made the house feel less empty. In the hazy space between unconsciousness and awareness, it felt like nothing had changed. 

He made sure to wash the scalpel, and to keep the house clean, and to stay silent as he walked through the corridors. He never went into Heather's room again. It was funny. He thought he would be free once he killed her, no longer under her control, subject to no gods or masters. Wasn’t that the entire point? But he was intimidated even by her shadow on the wall, motionless and only changing with the shifting of light. He hadn’t gained anything at all.

“I’ll be back soon.” Jackie got up and, with a quick backwards glance, hurried up the stairs into the hallway. 

The visitor knocked again. He crossed the living room and stopped before the front door. He was ready to leave, hell, more than ready—but he wanted to talk to someone even more than that, hear someone else’s voice. 

And he did hear them, because when the stranger knocked again, they spoke. “Heather? Heather, are you in there? You haven’t answered my calls, so I thought—hey, I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you, but could you just answer me? You don’t have to open the door. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Jackie stood breathless for a moment—he realized that if he didn’t answer, the stranger would go away. He stepped forwards and knocked on the door in reply.

The stranger paused. “Heather? Is something wrong?”

“The door won’t open. It’s locked.”

“Who’s there?” they asked. “Is Heather home?”

Jackie glanced in the direction of the basement. He soon turned back towards the door, feeling that stare behind him again. It wasn’t technically a lie. “Yes. But she can’t talk to you.”

“Why not? Who are you?”

“I can’t open the door,” Jackie said. “It’s locked and I don’t have the keys. I tried breaking the window, but I couldn’t do it. There’s one on the left side. Please. Help me.”

The stranger hesitated again, apparently mulling over this decision, but they eventually made up their mind. “Alright, I have a crowbar in my car. Wait here.”

He heard their footsteps on the wooden porch, then on snow, quieter and farther away. If they didn’t come back, he would have no way of leaving, so he ran towards the window with a stuttering heart. He stood and waited, staring through the glass.

Just a minute later, he saw the stranger for the first time. And the stranger saw him. Jackie didn’t recognize the man, but he was desperate for any help at all, and the crowbar was surely heavy enough to shatter anything. 

On the other side of the window, the stranger stepped closer and raised the crowbar. He was clearly not used to wielding it. His gait was all uneven, his grip unbalanced. Nevertheless, he was much more muscular than Jackie, and when he swung downwards, the glass shattered at once.

The crowbar came down a second time. The opening was now large enough to slip through. Broken glass littered the floor. He dropped the crowbar and came closer to the panes, hesitant to touch the jagged edges.

The man had a certain look, furrowing his brows, briefly distracted. “Do you smell that?”

“Thank you,” Jackie said, almost collapsing with relief. “I’m—I’m really sorry for the trouble. You’ll get used to the smell. Wait, don’t come inside yet.”

He waited without interrupting as Jackie took a blanket from the sofa and packed it into the opening. Then Jackie gave him a nod.

The stranger lifted off the ground and past the window, then put his weight on the sofa, which was pushed against the wall under the sill, and landed on his feet when he hit the floor.

“What’s your name?” Jackie asked.

“I’m Ravi. Heather’s colleague. From work. From a research project.” He dusted himself off, and inspected a small scratch on his arm, before facing Jackie again. “Are you Heather’s brother?”

Jackie shook his head. 

Ravi seemed to realize Jackie wasn’t going to elaborate, so he instead asked, “Where is Heather? Is she sick? I mean, she’s always been punctual. I wouldn’t have come, in other circumstances, but she’s always answered my calls, so I wasn’t sure if…”

“Well, you came at a good time. The pantry just ran out.” Jackie headed towards the hallway. “Heather is in the basement.”

Ravi paused again, but followed him soon enough to the basement door. Jackie had left it open. Flies flickered in the air, and a few landed on the doorframe.

“You have an insect problem,” Ravi said.

Jackie did not reply. 

In the ensuing silence, Ravi twisted his hands together and cleared his throat. “Heather? It’s Ravi. Are you down there? I’m with your friend. I just wanted to—”

“She’s not…” Jackie’s voice cracked. He took a deep breath. He could not fall apart while this stranger was watching. He needed to get out of here, he needed to keep his wits about him. He could finally leave. He was so close to leaving. “Sorry.”

“Oh. Hey. No, it’s okay.” Ravi turned towards him. He was taller than Jackie, and older than Heather by at least a few years. His eyes were nothing but warm. “What is it? What happened?”

He just stood there, staring at the door, unable to answer. 

“It’s fine,” Ravi said. “You can tell me later. I’m going downstairs now.” 

Jackie kept standing there like a startled hare, unable to give any warning, as Ravi descended into the darkness underground. The din of buzzing grew louder. He heard Ravi stop. The lights turned on.

And he knew what Ravi saw, because the lights instantly went out, and Ravi came stumbling back upstairs, then slammed the door shut. It startled the flies. Jackie could only hear their buzzing as they clouded the air.

Ravi was shaking. He pressed his back against the door, his grip pale-knuckled on the doorknob. 

It was selfish, but Jackie was glad this stranger saw her. For whatever reason, the sharing of this terrible secret was a great weight off his chest, and Jackie calmed down somewhat. Maybe it was just the comfort of talking to another person. He was breathing a little more normally now. Flies flecked his palms, his arms, trailing against his face. He brushed them off his cheeks with the back of his wrist.

“Oh.” Ravi’s voice trembled. “We need to call the police.”

“I don’t know where the phone is. She hid it somewhere.”

“I have a phone.” He blinked. “She hid it?”

“She didn’t want me to call anyone.”

“What are you talking about?” He smiled, terrified, laughing nervously. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school right now? Haven’t your teachers noticed?”

Jackie narrowed his eyes. “I’m twenty-one.”

“Of course.” This information seemed to be the least of Ravi’s problems, and as he pushed his bangs out of his face his shuddering laugh became worse, quiet and raspy and stuttering all his words. “Oh, I—I can’t—you can’t be—”

“She fell down the stairs. Her neck broke.” 

“What—why was she—” He stopped abruptly. His gaze focused on Jackie again, carefully this time. “What was—what did you say your name was?”

“Jackie Rockwell. I was… I was renting a room here.”

“I—I’ve heard that name before. That was…” But it eluded him. “You’re not related to her.”

He nodded.

“I could swear… were you on the news? Or—or the newspaper?”

Hope briefly glowed in Jackie. Heather had always said nobody noticed his disappearance, but she was dead anyway, and it was nice to think people were looking for him. “I wouldn’t know. I haven't left the house in a while, and I can't call anyone, like I said.”

“Really? That’s horrible.”

Well, it was nice to hear someone say it. “It doesn’t matter now. We should get out of here.”

“Right.” Ravi regained some of his nerves and let go of the door, standing up straighter. “My car is outside. I could drive you somewhere, if you want. Or we can wait for the—well, the police, together, if you’d rather do that.”

“Actually, I need to get something from upstairs,” Jackie said. “It might take me a while. We don’t have time to wait. You should go outside and call. I’ll meet you there.”

Ravi nodded and set off towards the broken window, a little too quickly. Jackie stood waiting until he was sure Ravi was gone. 

Soon, the house was quiet again. Jackie turned towards the basement door.

He didn’t open it, though. He didn’t want to see her. Heather wouldn’t be recognizable anymore. Jackie still remembered what her face used to look like, the sound of her voice. One day the memory would leave his grasp, regardless of how tightly he held it, so he pictured her vividly while he still could.

Heather had been reduced to a writhing mass of worms and melting flesh, and if she was still listening, she would have wanted nothing more than to make Jackie suffer for what he did. There were no words that could stitch up her pockmarked body. It was time to leave.

He turned around and softly walked upstairs. He hesitated in front of Heather’s room, but he knew Ravi would come looking for him after a while, so he opened the door eventually. Jackie had discovered some money under the bed earlier. A few hundred dollars. And, as always, he kept the scalpel safely hidden away in his pocket. 

When he came back downstairs for his coat, Ravi still hadn’t returned. Jackie pulled the sleeves over his shoulders and gazed through the broken window. He couldn’t see Ravi’s car. It must have been parked near the garage. He would be able to leave around the back unnoticed. 

Jackie stepped through the window and landed ungracefully in the snow. It stung his hands and left his skin a painful red. It was too late to go back for his gloves, however. He walked forwards, ignoring the cold, towards the pale shapes of smoke curling over the horizon.

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That's the end of this AU. Afterwards, Jackie is found by the police, but they recognize him as a missing person and let him go free. Jackie more or less just continues living his normal life again. Ravi might try to give him financial aid, but their relationship wouldn't develop any further.

Although Jackie escapes, this is not really a happy ending. Jackie never gets any closure, he is completely alone, and now he also has to deal with all the baggage of being immortal on his own. And he would definitely not deal with any of his trauma in a healthy way, so it all goes downhill from this point. Also, Heather dies and can't commit any more crimes finish her research. So it's very angsty overall.

Ravi, Heather's coworker, shows up in this AU as well. He actually shows up in a lot of AUs because I never found a way to write him into the canon series. He's the most normal character. Really just some guy …

Heather is implied to be a ghost, but it's up to reader interpretation if she is actually haunting Jackie or not. Just so you know, Ghost Heather would be very petty and break all of Jackie's vases or something

Taglist:

@theelvishcowgirl @lthrboy @whumpy-wyrms

@yassifiedinformation @creppersfunpalooza

@vidawhump @dont-look-me-in-the-eye

[oinky-spoinky]

Circus of the dead sessions 0.5/1 (briefly told)

So I'm telling pretty much covering the big points on all of my sessions for a mini series here. Mainly cause I tend to ramble but also because it's been a while and I'm absolute shit at taking notes. So I have six players and henceforth we started with six character. (I also had them all make backups for reasons that will make sense soon) Bubbles- deep gnome rogue. Works at the circus as a clown. Jingles- [REDACTED] bard/warlock. Also works at the circus as a clown. Doug- Aasimar druid. Works for the god of death. Brought in by Arbor via letter. Derwin- Owlin cleric. Goes around healing people for a living. Brought in via letter by Arbor. Abel- [REDACTED] monk. Works alongside Arbor as an "assistant". Echo- Changeling warlock/wizard. Affiliated with the church. Brought in via letter by Arbor. They all spent their first session pretty much just walking around and getting to know each other/npcs. There are a lot of people working at the circus and I wanted to make sure they knew their way around. I gave them their maps and everything this first session too. The first official session is where things got interesting. They started out pretty normally as far as I can remember, they got their breakfast and they went to walk around a bit. They split and one half of the party tried to break into the haunted house for a while since it was closed due to a crime scene being cleaned up inside. The other half of the party went to the house of mirrors to try and get in. However, someone got too close to the door and got pulled in. They all eventually were pulled in one by one (foreshadowing) and were met face to face with a man named Thormyr, who did the tours and took care of the place. he convinced them to take a tour and they soon realized he is in fact blind, as he kept bumping into things and getting lost. They go through and things are pretty normal, until they reach a strange dead end room. It's completely empty except for what seems like six totally normal full-length mirrors inside. They enter the room and turn to look back at Thormyr, who had fallen behind. However, the last thing they see is his face before the door slams shut, locking them in. They're immediately attacked by some sort of apparitions that drag them each into their own mirror. They're met with a room that is pretty much a white void with the same mirrors inside. Except instead of their own reflections they're met with those of their backups. A voice tells them that they have to choose who leaves this place. Doug sacrifices himself and dies horribly. Enter Gary. Warlock Fire genasi. Bubbles sacrifices himself and has a heart attack. Enter Luigi. Aasimar Barbarian/Bard. Jingles chooses himself and kills his backup D.C. Derwin chooses himself and reluctantly kills his backup Extrah Xxtra. Echo chooses himself and kills his backup Jupiter. Able chooses himself and crushes his backup Cricket. After they all have to choose between their lives and the life of someone they know, have heard of, love, etc. they are free to go. Immediately upon leaving they see Thormyr standing at the door again, looking concerned. Jingles immediately reacts violently and punches Thormyr, believing he's the one that put them in this situation. However, Thormyr had 24hp and pretty much died immediately. Enter Arbor, who's distraught that they just got here and have already killed someone. They pretty much just go to bed after this.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

another gravity falls au

warnings for violence, death, undeath, eldritch entities, and slight body horror

we'll just go through the general timeline

-the changes in this one occur when the stan twins first find the cave with the original stan o war in it. ford sneaks out there one night in summer (insomnia) to work on the ship and comes across a tall rabbit-like humanoid thing in the cave. they become friends (ford's general want to fit in, especially with other weird things) and ford keeps its existence a secret from everyone else, stan included

-upon moving to gravity falls, the rabbit follows him and begins helping with his research by bringing him anomalous gifts and scaring away any especially dangerous entities when ford leaves his house. this is a pretty good deal for a while, until ford enters through either a cursed door or a portal-potty and ends up on a highway where he is struck by a car

-this turns out to be stan's car. he rushes to ford's aid as soon as he realizes what just happened, but is attacked and killed by the rabbit

-ford is reanimated by the rabbit (which comes with some side effects because what is an eyetrees au without some body horror). the rabbit takes him back to the shack and leaves him there

-stan is reanimated by a similarly unnerving creature- this one resembling more closely a canid. we will be calling it the wolf. the wolf has a feud with the rabbit- as such, stan not only gains some side effects, similar to ford, but is also pushed by the wolf to begin hunting the rabbit (and, by proxy, ford). the wolf is very convincing

-this eventually comes to a head when stan catches up to ford, allowing the wolf to kill the rabbit. this leaves ford dead again and stan free of the wolf's influence

-stan gets to work figuring out how to bring ford back again (if it happened once, it can happen again) and, over a very long process of trial and error and teaching himself biology and mashing that knowledge with various anomalous objects, plants, etc., he is finally able to do it. ford is back to life! again!

-it goes without saying that they are both traumatized

-stan gets to work tracking down the wolf because what the fuck. that thing probably shouldn't be just roaming around. eventually, ford begins helping him out, with the caveat that stan should be the one to kill it because he is not fucking going through that again

-this is, as of right now, an open ended story. do they find the wolf? do they not? do they manage to kill it? is stan actually the one to kill it if they do? do even more horrible things happen? where the fuck is shermie in all this? where is fiddleford? this will either never be answered or i'll figure out more over time. for now, this is it, though

[sammy-is-not-smiley]

Report Card Reaction

Eddie Munson × gn!reader

Summary: When the sight of your report card causes you to spiral, a certain someone finds you and takes it upon himself to try and help.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings/tags: No use of (y/n), crying, stress, kind of a panic attack, mentions of physical abuse at home, mentions of overdrinking, pet names (sweets, baby, etc), language, hurt/comfort because it's all I think about, small bit of pining from Eds

A/N: You thought you could get rid of me that easily huh

It was the last miserable class of the day. At the end of it, you'd finally be free to go home. You were itching to close up in your room with a Coke and listen to that brand new music album you'd been waiting to come out for so long. Your mind was one tracked, that was until it was announced 10 minutes before the bell that your semester report cards would be passed out.

When you received yours, you were apprehensive to open the white envelope. Biting your thumb nail as you stared at it, the bell eventually rang and pulled you out of the classroom. Walking down the emptying hall, you finally sighed and decided to rip it open. You'd have to at some point, so might as well.

Everything looked fine as you stepped outside, As and Bs in a neat pattern… That is, until your eyes fell on your biology and physics grades. The letters stared back at you boldly, as if to point and laugh at you.

BIO: C+

PHYS: D

No. Hello no. Something had to have been calculated wrong, you tried so hard this semester. Your absolute best, in fact, and somehow it still hadn't been enough…

You could feel the anxiety bubbling up from your gut into your chest. Your hand squeezed into a fist when you realized your parents would be seeing the report too. Your father would be seeing it. If not from you, then from the copy that would come in the mail. Last time you had a grade this bad, your father had absolutely lost his shit in a drunken stupor. And this time, you had two grades gone bad, not just one.

Tears began to uncontrollably well up as your heart rate quickened painfully. Hastily, you scurried away from the other students and to a small alley between the high and middle school buildings. Your back slammed against the brick, as if you were trying to knock a sense of calm back into you before you lost it, but it didn't help. Tears spilled over and ran down your face without your consent, your breathing now going in and out in short bursts. You began to feel dizzy and let yourself slide down into a squat against the wall, hands covering your mouth in shame.

Some of the books you had held tumbled out of your lap and onto the sidewalk. You didn't try to catch them. Going home didn't feel like an option anymore. Not even for that new album. All you could imagine was how loud your father would yell, how many times he might push you into the wall or hit you in the head asking in a mock if you really are stupid. How hard he might squeeze your arm, or how much he might have drank that day if anything. There was no telling what could happen once you crossed the threshold and closed the door to that house tonight, and that scared the ever living shit out of you.

The circulating thoughts pushed more and more sobs out of you, the damn report card clutched tightly in hand at your side. You didn't know how long you stayed in that position, but you didn't care if you ended up spending the night there on the cold concrete.

The nearby exit out of your view eventually opened and you heard a group of boys emerge, laughing. Footsteps began to draw closer.

"Wheeler, get that new sheet to me by Friday or I'm coming for your a-" A tall figure was cut off as he sharply turned the corner and stumbled right over your books on the ground, narrowly missing you. "Ah, shit, sorry, sorry," He muttered as he turned around and began picking up your books, believing he had knocked them from you. It was then you looked up through your tears and recognized who it was: Eddie Munson.

Eddie looked up with an apologetic smile, offering your books when he froze, face now laced with concern. "Woah, what's wrong? You okay, sweets? Did I hurt you?"

Embarrassed, you shook your head and swiped your books from him, averting your gaze. "I'm fine," You managed to croak as you put your things next to you on the ground.

The boy rested a hand on his knee as he kneeled in front of you. "Okay well… don't take this the wrong way but you don't look fine."

You simply shook your head again in response, wiping your nose with your jacket sleeve. You could feel him staring but you still refused to meet his gaze.

He adjusted himself to sit cross-legged in front of you. "What's goin' on? You're not usually like this."

That made you look at him, confusion etched your brow. "Not usually?"

"Oh, well, you know…" He hesitated, beginning to fiddle with a front strand of his hair, eyes darting. "I have a few classes with you. You're not usually so… down… let alone like this."

You remembered him from your classes, but never once did you think he ever took note of you or your mood. The observation felt odd. A good kind of odd, but odd nonetheless.

You sniffled, looking down at your hands. "Good day gone bad," You muttered, fighting a new wave of tears.

He scooched slightly closer. "Hm. What made it bad?"

You looked down at your crumpled report card still in your hand and lazily, you held it out to him to see for himself.

He took it, straightening out the wrinkles before reading. "Hon, I don't see why you're-... oh."

You scoffed bitterly. "Yeah, oh."

His eyes darted back and forth from you to the page. "If it's any consolation, I've had my fair share of bad grades. They're not entirely the end of the world. Plus, it's only the first semester, you have time to bump those babies up, no problem." He attempted a hopeful smile. His eyes scrunched just slightly too cheery.

You shook your head. "Bad grades don't scare me… it's my fucking dad I'm scared of. When he sees those he'll-" You stop, having to stifle a small sob.

His hand shot up and squeezed your shoulder at the sight. "Hey, it's okay. Everything will be okay. What, does he take your door off from the hinges or something," He half jokes, attempting to lighten the mood. Only after he says it does he regret it.

Your face scrunched up and you wove your hands through your hair. "Worse. So, so much worse." You whisper through more tears and chattering teeth. They just won't stop flowing.

Eddie pauses a moment, then moves your books from your side to sit in their place, facing you. "Worse? Baby, how bad-" He stops himself, a thought occurring to him. "Does he like…. Does he... hit you?" He asks in almost a whisper. However, with how close he's leaning in, you hear it clearly.

In response, you cover your face with your hands, somehow managing to cry harder. Helplessly, you just give him a slow nod. You can't bring yourself to confess any further though, you doubt it would even come out coherent.

You hear him sigh as he leans back and stares down at your report card once more, as if he could will the grades to change themselves. He felt a familiar twinge in his chest, one that he felt when he first wanted to recruit Dustin and Mike into Hellfire. One he felt when Chrissy sat across from him with fear in her eyes. Empathy, he supposed it was. Or maybe he just saw himself in the kids, in Chrissy, even in you.

He turned, back to the wall, and drew you into him in an embrace.

Without thinking, you leaned yourself in, hands falling down and face pressed into his shirt.

Softly he drifted his hand over your arm, trying to soothe you down from the panic shaking your frame. He didn't even care that he felt your tears soak his shirt or that the brick was jabbing at his shoulder blade.

Eventually your body began to give out, hitting some sort of limit, and the tears began to slow. Your breath still violently hitched, but the sobs had subsided. Only then did you truly come to realize your position. Your were curled up in the soft clutch of the Freak of Hawkins High… Yet you found you couldn't have felt safer. His warmth, his smell, his voice… it was doing something.

Eddie waited patiently until you had calmed down a little more before he chose to speak again. "Hey, I have an idea…" He lawled his head to the side to look down at you. "You still with me, babe?"

"Mm-hm."

His lips twitched into a small smile. Your voice had been reduced down to the smallest and meekest he's ever heard it. While it broke his heart to see you like this, he couldn't help but think your response was cute. "What if… I came to your house to be there when you show your old man the report card, hm? That way maybe he doesn't react so bad."

Eddie knew he couldn't prevent whatever would happen once he left the house, but he wanted to at least get you home safe for the night and get the ice broken to your parents about your grades. Let the initial worst of it happen while he could be there to back you up. As badly as he wanted to just let you stay the night at his place, he knew it would only make things worse. If anything happened tonight after he left, then he could support you at school tomorrow. In fact, that's what he decided he would do from now until graduation. He knew the fear that could be instilled from a father, and he also knew what it was like to deal with it alone.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up from him and looked at him with confused, puffy eyes. "Bring you to my house?"

"Yeah, you know… uh say… we have some project together. And you need to give me something for it that you forgot to bring to school," He shrugs.

To his dismay, you fully sat up in front of him, wiping at your face with your sleeve. "Look, Eddie… no offense but have you seen you?" You knew Eddie wasn't as scary as he looked, but your parents certainly didn't know that. "They'll think I'm going to join a cult or something."

Eddie waved his hand. "Ah, old fake news anyway. Also, which is worse? Them seeing me or your grades?"

You chuckled and nodded, letting out a sigh. "Maybe you'll distract from the grades."

A smile spread over Eddie's face. "That's the spirit, baby. So it's a plan?"

You nodded again, "Yeah, it's a pl-" You jolt suddenly, glancing out to the parking lot, then to your watch. "Aw shit."

"What?"

"The busses," You groaned. "I freaked out so long I missed my bus."

"Oh, that's no problem," Eddie grunted as he began to stand. "Hitch a ride with me. Meshes well with the super special plan we brewed anyway." He smirked and held his hand out to help you up.

"You have a car?" You ask as you take his hand. He yanks you upright with ease.

He gathers your things from the ground. "Um, well, a van, but yeah. She's a beaut, you gotta see her." He smiled proudly, making you genuinely smile back. The sight makes him beam even brighter. "Come on, wanna get you home before dark." He takes your hand, carrying your books and report card for you, and leads you into the parking lot where a lone rusty van is parked.

This is not at all what you expected from this evening.

[beepsparks]

Clock Tower headcanons because yes (feel free to use these for your own hcs for him I don’t mind)

This is gonna be long. Brace yourselves (also a lot of these are gonna involve the dolls in the attraction and theres gonna be MAD angst so uh beware. TW for mentions of (doll) child death I guess?) oh and im prob gonna be calling him Clockenspiel throughout this post as my design of him uses that name.

• He behaves like a father to the dolls in the ride. The animals in the ride are considered pets, too. (And last time I checked there’s approximately 240 doll children and 60 animals on the actual its a small world so idk?? Could be wrong)

• Clockenspiel’s mental state affects those of the dolls. If he’s normal, the dolls will be, too. However, when he’s gone insane, the dolls will act more strangely too.

• This also makes me imagine when Clockenspiel has COMPLETELY gone mad and the bossfight happens, (if there was singing in the game), the dolls would gather around atop parts of the arena like alley cats stalking a mouse (ha.) and sing.

• Clockenspiel has control over the attraction. Sure, gremlins and people can mess with parts of it, but the overall functions and mechanics are under his control. (So yes, he can suddenly turn off every light except one to bring a spotlight on you.)

• “Can a clock tower need therapy?” YES. The thinner disaster and being abandoned for presumably decades (plus the song getting stuck at a point an playing nonstop according to the junior novel for Epic Mickey) degraded Clockenspiel’s mental health BIG TIME. More on this later.

• Theres plenty of reasons why Clockenspiel completely lost his mind once Mickey entered the area for his bossfight, but a possible reason in my headcanons is a mix of several things; If Mickey destroyed any dolls (aka his technical CHILDREN) on his way to reaching him (making him reasonably PISSED), perhaps he knew Mickey was just gonna leave through the projector screen once he reached Clockenspiel (which would probably cause a reaction like “you people left me abandoned for SO, SO LONG. And finally, when I see another toon again, all you want to do is LEAVE? Just like that? AGAIN?!”), maybe his security protocols triggered, maybe he just snapped at the moment Mickey walked in, etc…

• In the paint route, Clockenspiel is alive, and back to his usual, friendly, gentle-giant self, but he’s still struggling with the trauma and mental issues he got. Bottles of thinner stress him out, he cannot be left alone at night during closing time or else he’ll get REALLY, REALLY anxious and stressed (so someone has to stay with him for the night so he can actually “sleep” or just generally relax and not lose his mind all paranoid about being abandoned again), he’s trying to recover though, be nice to him.

• In the thinner route, Clockenspiel eventually shuts down, and at a point, dissolves enough with the thinner and sinks to the bottom of the river. Oh, and I haven’t decided on what to choose yet, but either the dolls will scurry off away from the area where Mickey kills him (if the dolls were watching), or the dolls will simultaneously shut down with Clockenspiel.

• The rules of the attraction are his “house rules”, break any of these rules (or just generally be disrespectful and/or rude), and he will NOT be pleased. At all. Seriously, you don’t want a giant clock tower to be mad at you. Just be nice and behave lmao

• I haven’t seen much on Epic Mickey 2 so take this headcanon with a grain of salt, Small World (and Ostown I suppose) is the only area in Wasteland perfectly safe for children, so many who live on Mean Street bring their kids there, making Clockenspiel pretty much a children’s icon for the kids in Wasteland.

• Clockenspiel cares about children, and is actually pretty capable of babysitting (although he WILL judge someone if they’re being a bad parent.), he can even entertain people on his own, playing music (since he could possibly be a giant instrument), playing little games, storytimes… he’ll also teach kids how to sing its a small world, so uh. Sorry if suddenly a toon kid just starts singing it over and over.

• Some people are slightly hesitant to trust him at first, since he’s a huge animatronic with enormous fists that could be considered dangerous, but he’s harmless when theres no danger around or he isn’t crazy.

• He can hold his friends using his hands! He’s very gentle, there’s nothing to be worried about regarding that.

• When being built, once people realized he was sentient, they quickly gave him arms (because it’s only fair to let him have SOME movement besides his head tilting if he’s gonna be alive)

• Clockenspiel used to be far more energetic when he was first built, but had to be taught to be more gentle and careful so he’d stop accidentally scaring people with his more high energy (because y’know, he’s HUGE). Now, hes more soft-spoken, and more careful and precise with every single one of his movements.

• The toon “armor” on his arms can be taken off. But he has to be very careful when doing anything without those parts so he doesn’t damage himself. (Plus he generally prefers to have them on more because they add to his more colorful color palette)

• As implied by the Clocktower Cleaners comic, he is allergic to his own dust.

• You’re lucky he’s so friendly and gentle! In game, theres 3 ceiling props of a sun, and 2 clouds, and whenever the Clock Tower attacks, the props violently bounce. Meaning this man can cause SHOCKWAVES just by hitting his fists on the ground. Good lord.

• He’s good friends with the gremlins. His very tall walls forming the facade help protect Gremlin Village, and the Gremlins help repair Clockenspiel whenever he needs it. And in general they seem to be close. (Which. Hurts a lot now considering in the junior novel, when Mickey destroys the clock tower, the Gremlins simply cheer on Mickey for stopping him from destroying everything with his fists. And the fact they abandoned him for decades but hey. Everyone was kinda fending for themselves.)

Okay I think I’m done. I might edit this whenever though so keep that noted!!