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Painter Of The Night

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✿ The Home Sweet Home Legacy Challenge ✿

Info ✿

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Use the tag #HSHLegacy so I can see your posts!!

If there are any rules that you don’t vibe with, just skip over them!

Some of the rules are centered around gameplay and some are more story-based!

You don���t have to complete aspirations or max out careers if you don’t want to, unless it’s otherwise specified in the generation’s rules!

Play with any lifespan you prefer.

Read one generation ahead to get all of the information you need!

Mods are allowed and encouraged; especially ones that make the game more realistic. I’ve linked a couple mods in some generations that can add to the gameplay! 

If you have the more traits in cas mod, pick whatever extra traits you think would fit your sim!

Rules for the generations under the cut ✿

GENERATION ONE ✿

You were raised in the city by strict parents who pushed you to be the best student in school. Despite your ambitious nature you hated the fact that you had no autonomy or free time. When you became a young adult you packed up your belongings, your pet and your limited funds and you moved to the countryside. Your cottage is rundown and outdated…it’s going to take a lot of work (and money) to make it a home. You quickly realize you might not actually be cut out for this life, but you are too stubborn and proud to give up and move back in with your parents.

Traits: Squeamish, Ambitious, High Maintenance

Aspiration: Country Caretaker OR Freelance Botanist

Career: Start with a part time job and/or odd jobs until your sim ages up into an adult, then settle into a full time job of your choice. To make additional money, you can also sell harvestables from your garden or your farm animals (if you want to go down that route!)

Starting Out: Start in Henford-on-Bagley with your pet in a small, rundown cottage with 2-3 bedrooms. You can use money cheats at this point, but remember: small rundown cottage…don’t use those extra funds for nice appliances!! When your house is done, set your funds to 450.

Rules: 

Your lot must have the ‘simple living’ lot trait

Reach level 5 in: Handiness, Cooking and Gardening

Befriend a few locals

Meet and fall in love with an outdoorsy sim with a large tight knit family 

Spend every holiday with your partner’s family, and have a solid relationship with most (if not all) of them

Have 2 kids

Take a vacation for every sim’s birthday (if you can’t afford it, throw a birthday party on a public lot instead)

Renovate the cottage over time (get new appliances, wallpaper/flooring, etc.)

Optional Rules:

Play with the ‘off the grid’ lot trait

Max out Handiness, Cooking and/or Gardening

Make the sim’s parents and make them have a negative relationship 

GENERATION TWO ✿

You grew up in a small, quiet town. After hearing about your parent’s childhood in the city, you were inspired to give it a try. You say goodbye to your loving family and set out for San Myshuno. You find an apartment and a part time job, then you get a few roommates to help with the bills. When you are faced with an accidental pregnancy, your roommates rally in support.

Traits: Loyal, Creative, Slob

Aspiration: City Native OR Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Max out the Retail part time job before quitting and selling paintings full time

Starting Out: Move into an apartment in San Myshuno with 2-3 roommates (you can use the roommate feature but I recommend actually having them in the household!)

Rules:

Max the painting skill

Have Game Night, or something similar, once a week with your roomies

Have an accidental pregnancy after a one night stand (if your sim can’t become pregnant and the other sim can, move the baby into your household when they’re born!)

Raise your kid as a single parent (with the help of your roomies)

Once your child becomes a teen, move out into your own place (it could be in San Myshuno or another world)

Marry as an elder

Optional Rules: 

As an elder, marry the sim you had a one night stand with (that ultimately resulted in the birth of your child)

Become famous (because of your paintings)

GENERATION THREE ✿

Just as the expression goes, it took a village to raise you. You were a wild, rebellious child with a love for athletics. Even though you were surrounded by love as a kid (not just from your biological family, but from your parent’s roommates) you always wanted to have siblings. You end up marrying one of your childhood best friends and you settle down in a quiet neighborhood.

Traits: Family Oriented, Hot Headed, Athletic

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Athletic 

Starting Out: Move into a house in a world of your choice with your partner.

Rules:

Max the parenting skill and the athletic skill

Have 4 children

Reach the summit of Mt. Komorebi at some point in your life

Be a hands-on parent: play with your kids, build them a treehouse, throw birthday parties, be as involved as possible in their lives

Go through rough patches with your spouse due to your anger issues

Eventually decide to get a divorce after trying to make it work (or if you have RPO, you can opt for separation instead)

You and your ex-spouse must live on the same lot and continue to raise your kids together

Sleep in your workout shed in the backyard

Optional Rules:

Remarry your ex-spouse

Reach level 5 of the handiness skill

GENERATION FOUR ✿

Although you and your siblings were loved by your parents, the living situation after their divorce was not ideal. Because of that, you vowed to never get married. You head off to university immediately after graduation and start on your path toward success.

Traits: Ambitious, Noncommittal, Genius

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy OR Academic

Career: Business OR Politics

Starting Out: Enroll in University and move into a dorm

Rules:

Max the research and debate skill, and the logic skill

Reach the top of your career

Get the best possible grades throughout your life

Have at least two romantic relationships at all times…you are never faithful to one sim

Have two kids with two different partners

(Hesitantly) become official with one of your flings and move in together

When your partner proposes, reject them and have them move out

Go on a post-breakup trip with your kids to Sulani

Rarely discipline your children. In fact, rarely interact with them

Optional Rules:

Never retire

Move at least three times

GENERATION FIVE ✿

Growing up, your parent was pretty distant and you never had a great relationship with them. They were always working, talking about work, or spending time with their significant others. One of your favorite memories of your childhood was your trip to Sulani. You and your sibling decide to move out together and live there permanently. It’s rough living in a new place with limited funds, but the two of you have some creative solutions.

Traits: Loyal, Bro, Kleptomaniac

Aspiration: Party Animal

Career: Criminal

Starting Out: Move into a small house in Sulani with your sibling. 

Rules: 

Max the charisma skill

Reach the top of your career

Earn money from the criminal career, stealing and pickpocketing 

Always maintain a close relationship with your sibling (who can also follow in your criminal footsteps, or work part time / odd jobs instead)

Throw parties regularly and pickpocket the whole time

Have a rivalry with another criminal that turns into love at some point 

Your sibling eventually moves out…and your partner moves in!

Have one child

Have a super tacky over the top wedding

Optional Rules:

 Max the mischief skill

(If you have this mod, you can pickpocket when your sim is younger! If you have Basemental you can also become a dealer to make money. If you have this mod, I recommend using the enemies to lovers interactions!)

And that’s all for now! I’m breaking this up into two parts, so the next five generations will be coming sometime (fairly) soon!

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Animals Without Direction

Chapter Twenty Five - The Gracious Host

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It was everything you could have ever pictured. Books don’t do grand balls justice. Words cannot describe the beauty laid before your very eyes.

Walking through the halls of the ambassador’s home, music and laughter floats through the air. Various conversations carry into your ears. 

Chandeliers hung from the ceiling as you walked down to the main foyer, arm and arm with Seungmin. 

Gold trimmed wallpaper decorated the halls; fancy sconces as well as expensive looking vases and dishware displayed proudly on shelves. 

The purple and white banners of Inuin hang proudly in different, precise areas; there was not a single way you could turn without seeing one. 

The smells that wafted into your nose made you want to run to the nearest kitchen staff worker and steal every single hors d’oeuvre on their platter. 

When you arrived last night, you weren’t able to get a proper look at the home.

Every single person was dressed to the nines in their fancy dresses and suits. The masks that adorn their faces are miniature pieces of art. 

“I almost forgot,” Seungmin pulls your attention before you round a corner. He reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a small corsage for your wrist. Dark purple and silver flowers decorate the piece. 

It matches your outfits perfectly. 

You smile at the small bundle and look up at him with sparkly eyes. “It is beautiful.”

“Fitting,” he hums and holds out his one hand. 

Biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling, you give him your right hand.

With the gentlest of touches, Seungmin slides the corsage over your wrist.

You turn your wrist around a few times, admiring the tiny, beautiful bouquet. “I have never been given flowers before,” you say wistfully. Looking back up at Seungmin, you beam at him. “Thank you.”

Seungmin watches you like how a painter would admire a finished work of art in a museum. The grin on his face is gentle and absentminded. Small dimples appear right by the apples of his cheeks.

Before you can even point them out, he grabs your arm once more and proudly marches you down the hallway again. 

Heads turn as you walk past them; men and women alike. Jealous looks are shot at you and Seungmin. You watch as some conversations pause completely as you approach their direction. Some ladies cover their mouths and giggle while pointing at Seungmin, others look you up and down with sneers. 

Men nudge one another and motion to you by cocking their heads and jutting their chins.

Seungmin’s arm tightens around yours. “You seem to be drawing everyone’s attention, my lady,” he whispers, leaning down to your ear. 

“You are as well,” you respond without turning your head. You keep your eyes in front of you to watch where you’re going; the last thing you need is to trip and fall in front of high society. 

“I think those ladies behind us would gladly stab a dagger in my back if it meant having you on their arm.”

Seungmin hums lowly and then snickers. “I would not desire any other woman on my arm besides you tonight, my Lady Sigyn.”

A flush threatens to creep up your neck; your heart thuds heavily in your chest for a beat. 

Your lips press together and you look up at Seungmin, he’s already staring down at you with dark, mysterious eyes. Something else stirs beneath the surface in those dark pools. You can’t quite put your finger on it.

But the slight twitch in his jaw gives a little bit away. 

He smiles smugly and pats your arm with his free hand, then he curls his fingers around your wrist to squeeze once. 

“Fear not, my lady.” His voice is smooth. “The only person I will let come near you is our target. No other soul will lay a finger on you, I can assure you of that.”

Seungmin holds your arm tighter to his body, his free hand dropping but the arm wound around yours stays possessively tight. 

It gets harder and harder to fight the blush on your face. Thank The Six for the mask. 

The music gets louder and louder as you get closer to the ballroom. The live band sounds magnificent. Violins and cellos play strongly accompanied by flutes, clarinets, trumpets, and lutes. 

Two grand double doors are open towards the end of the hallway. When you both step through, you’re thrust into a grand world of wealth and extravagance like you’ve never experienced before.

Couples twirl gracefully around the grand dance floor. At least a hundred others line the outskirts of the floor at standing tables, champagne flutes in hand. 

Your mouth drops open a little at the sight before you. 

At home, you live in Miroh’s Keep, and yet, this is the most grand room you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

The largest crystal chandelier hangs in the middle of the dance floor, hundreds of candles burn on it. Ribbons and garlands wrap around the support pillars in the room. 

Gentle fingers push your chin up to close your mouth. Seungmin looks down at you with an amused smirk. 

“Close that pretty little mouth, my sweet.” He murmurs with a low voice. It shoots right down your spine. “You see balls like this all the time back in Miroh, right?”

Your mouth snaps shut so fast your teeth clack. 

Where did that come from? What in the world?

“Aye, of course I do. This is not my first ball by any means.” The words nervously tumble from your lips.

He takes his arm away from yours and places his hand on your lower back. 

“Come with me, Lady Sigyn, I have people for you to meet.”

“Lord Skye,” you stutter out. He hums in acknowledgment. “Remind me again where we met and how you got your title.”

He turns his head, lips pressing into your temple, to anyone else, they would think he was giving you a loving kiss. 

“You are from a wealthy family in Miroh.” Seungmin kisses your temple, warmth spreads out through your face. “We met at your father’s charity event, it was love at first sight.” Once more, he kisses the side of your face. “Remember?”

“Of course I do, I would never forget that.”

His hand on your back leads you to an empty high-top table on the outskirts of the dancefloor.

As soon as the two of you settle around it, a waiter comes by with a tray full of fancy champagne glasses.

“Champagne?” he asks the two of you.

Your fingers itch to grab a glass, Seungmin is way ahead of you, grabbing one for both of you.

He nods to the waiter who walks off and hands you the flute. You take it quickly and bring the glass to your lips.

“Remember to sip it slowly, my blushing bride.”

The nicknames are starting to swirl around your head. ‘My lady’ you were able to handle, ‘my sweet’ was something else, and then he comes out with ‘my blushing bride’? How were you supposed to keep up?

You take a rather large swig of the champagne and place the glass back on the table. It goes down your throat so fast, you don’t even have time to relish the expensive taste of it.

“Lord Skye! I would recognize those shoulders anywhere!” A male voice comes from behind Seungmin.

You peek around his shoulder to see a younger looking man swaggering up to the two of you.

Dark blond hair pokes over the top of a gold encrusted owl mask with jewels covering the expanse of it. One of the classiest suits worn on his body, shoes shined to perfection; the man exudes wealth in every sense of the word. A large dark purple Amethyst tie pin sat right above his heart.

He looks like he bleeds money. 

Seungmin takes one final swig from his drink and turns around. It’s like a switch is flipped with how quickly his personality takes a turn– you’ve never seen anything like it in your life. A bright smile beams at the new man, Seungmin’s arms outstretched wide. 

“My Lord Tybesin, I was wondering how long it would be until you found me!” He chuckles and grabs the man’s hand when he gets closer.

Your heart freezes and sinks. This is the ambassador. Lord Tybesin Faefiel of Inuin. This is the man you need to seduce tonight.

“I could not possibly stay away from my new friend for long, now could I?” Lord Tybesin smiles right back at Seungmin, he then peers around his shoulder and right at you.

Your eyes meet his piercing blue ones. It’s a different type of blue than you’re used to. After gazing into Felix’s ocean eyes for so long, you became accustomed to the warmth that the color owns. Tybesin’s were entirely different.

They were deceitful– fake. Whatever surface emotion he was trying to portray was not how he felt at all. 

His eyes reminded you of merchants along the streets of Erbus that would spew whatever spiel they needed to in order to sell you their wares.

“And is this who I think it is?” Almost like Seungmin isn’t there anymore, Lord Tybesin steps around him, eyeing you like prey.

Normally, under any other circumstances, you would never let a man, let alone a stranger, look at you the way he is and not bite back. But now, with the situation you’re in, you have to internally fight your instincts tooth and nail.

Putting on your acting chops, you allow your body to shrink under his slimy gaze for a moment. 

You drop into a deep curtsy, your eyes dropping to the ground. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Tybesin.”

Cold fingers grab your chin between their thumb and forefinger and lift your gaze. When you look back up, stone cold blue looks right into you. 

He is entirely too close . You can smell the tobacco on his breath.

Your fists are itching to connect with his jaw. Are we sure we need that key?

“Lady Sigyn Reylar, I have heard a lot about you.” He still has not released your chin.

Play the part, Y/N.

“Only good things, I hope, my lord.”

Tybesin keeps your gaze, his eyes flickering back and forth between yours under the mask. He finally drops your chin, only to reach down and grab your hand.

How can cold hands be this clammy?

“The best,” he says smoothly, bringing your hand up to his lips. He kisses the back of your hand longer than anyone ever should. Never once do his eyes leave yours.

Seungmin shifts around in your peripheral vision. You can just tell by his antsy movements that he’s struggling with what he wants to do: should he butt in or should he leave it be? You’re not too sure of the best course of action either.

All you know is that you want Tybesin’s lips off of you .

Finally, after what feels like minutes, but it was only mere seconds, Seungmin clears his throat. “I have been telling Lady Sigyn about the Dove Waltz.”

Lord Tybesin puts your hand down back at your side, but not without swiping his thumb over the back of it a few times. He half turns back to Seungmin, whose upper lip twitches almost imperceptibly. 

You’re getting better and better at reading him; and right now, you can tell that he’s angrier than you are about everything.

Lord Tybesin’s shoulders do not even turn all the way to acknowledge the rogue. His hawk eyes stay glued to your face, scanning over each curve of your facial structure.

It makes your skin crawl. The owl mask is fitting.

“Have you? Does that mean the two of you will be participating?” Tybesin asks, the direction is fully directed at you. 

“We will,” you answer. It takes a great deal of effort, but you manage to say the sentence with a seductive tilt to your tone. It comes out sultry. “Will you be dancing as well, Lord Tybesin?’

The corner of the ambassador’s mouth twitches. “I will, yes. A man of my status should always dance in the ceremonial waltz. I am the host after all.”

So he’s a narcissist that wants his ego stroked, understood.

You hum and take a step closer to him, despite all of your nerves and muscles screaming to stay away. “And what a gracious host you are, allowing us to stay in your home, housing and feeding us, showing us a good time.” Deeper and deeper your voice goes, especially on your last statement.

The ambassador’s eyes darken slightly, his eyes leave yours to unabashedly stare at your exposed cleavage. 

Again, you feel your muscles twitch.

“It is no trouble at all, Lady Sigyn. You know… I was wondering why the halls seemed a little brighter this morning while I was on my way out to my daily morning stroll in the garden. It seems a new source of sunshine entered my home while the moon hung in the sky.”

You give your best fake giggle and smile sheepishly. “You flatter me, my lord.”

Behind Lord Tybesin, Seungmin grows more and more restless. From foot to foot he shifts his weight. He can’t keep his hands in one spot. One moment they’re clasped behind his back, the next they’re fiddling with a loose thread on his jacket. 

He runs his tongue over his teeth, poking and prodding under his lips. He really is trying to endure the flirting for as long as he can.

Seungmin bounces once on his heels before quickly turning and downing the rest of his champagne. He slams the glass onto the table.

Lord Tybesin jumps, you do not.

His hand flies over his heart and he makes a startled noise. Tybesin’s head whips around to stare at Seungmin who gives him a fake, tight-lipped smile. 

“Well,” Lord Tybesin says, turning to look back at you. The cockiness to his demeanor doesn’t leave. He brushes off Seungmin’s tiny outburst as if he was no more than a speck of dust on his shoulder.

If he knew exactly who he was dealing with, you’re sure everything about his ego would change. This man has no idea that he’s doing more than playing with fire, he’s tightrope walking over an active volcano.

“I should get back to the party, then.” Tybesin bows at the waist only at you. “I will see you on the dancefloor for the Dove Waltz, then.”

“I look forward to it, my lord.” 

He stands up. “Likewise, my lady.”

Tybesin turns to leave. 

“Oh! Wait,” you stop him.

Immediately, the ambassador turns back to face you with an inquisitive look.

You take the last few steps towards him and grab the lapels on both sides of his jacket, making minute adjustments. 

Carefully, you brush your hands over his jacket. “Your jacket was a bit crooked, my lord. I could not possibly allow you to greet other guests like this.”

Tybesin says nothing, but under your palms you feel him flex his pectoral muscles.

Honestly, it’s more than a bit pathetic. 

As a final touch, you reach forward and straighten his tie. “There we are, my Lord Tybesin.” You brush off his shoulders and take a step back.

He’s so smug, it makes you want to take out the dagger early and just get this over with. Instead, you muster a sickly sweet smile and curtsy at him again.

“See you soon.” You wink.

He smirks and winks back before walking off without so much as a word to Seungmin.

Said rogue stares at the back of the ambassador’s head as he walks away. If looks could kill, Tybesin would be dead on the ground five minutes ago. 

Daggers are practically shooting out of Seungmin’s eyes.

After Tybesin disappears among the throng of people, Seungmin snaps over to look at you. His hands twitch at his side. 

He tongues his cheek and bites his lower lip, his head moves from side to side to loosen up his neck a bit. You’ve never seen him this frazzled before. 

Quickly, he steps towards you and grabs your hand faster than you can blink. He holds it in both of his hands and flips it around, inspecting both sides.

Without another word, he brushes both of his own thumbs over the back of your hand, like he’s wiping off any remnants of Tybesin’s touch from you.

He plays with the petals of the corsage daintily. 

“So,” he strains out, not able to meet your eyes. “Where is it?”

“Left jacket pocket.”

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The night continues like this. Seungmin stays close by your side while you’re introduced to various lords and ladies all over the ballroom.

Every single one of them begins to blend in with one another. They’re all the same. It’s all about money and land, money and land, whose father owns what farm, money and land.

After meeting a larger group of people, Seungmin whisks you away to stand at yet another table. His arm drapes around your waist tightly, like someone is going to try and yank you away from his side.

One hand curls into your hip where your corset ends. Even through the thick layers, you can feel his fingers pressing into you.

You turn your body into his. 

“How do you keep them all straight?” you whisper in Seungmin’s ear. To make it look more playful and flirty, you run your hand up his arm while your lips hover by his ear.

A shiver goes up his spine, you almost don’t catch it. His arm tightens around you even more, it brings your body flush against him.

Well, as flush as you could be in that dress.

“Years and years of practice, my beautiful lady.”

Your fingers curl around his jacket sleeve, throat bobbing as you swallow thickly. A musky cologne invades your senses and curls around your nose. 

“Are you ready for the dance, my darling? I imagine it will take place any moment now.” Seungmin asks, he turns his head to come closer to yours. 

Knowing him, he’s most likely scanning over your shoulder, reading the entire room for any lingering eyes and potential threats. 

“I must say, the nerves are close to eating me alive.”

Days and days of preparation led to this night. Hours of dancing the same steps over and over until you could do everything right. 

“Worry not, you will do brilliantly.”

“I only have two chances to succeed.”

“You will only need one.”

There’s a loud flourish from the orchestra on the stage in front of the dance floor. Jumping a bit, you turn your head to see Lord Tybesin standing in front of the stage with his arms outspread in a grand manner.

You pry yourself away from Seungmin reluctantly, but stay glued to his side.

That same fake smile is plastered on Lord Tybesin’s face. It turns your stomach. 

The entire room erupts in applause for the host. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen! I thank you all for attending this very special evening! Each and every one of you has earned a special place in my heart, and I am glad I am able to share this night with you.”

The audience coos. You fight the urge to roll your eyes. 

Seungmin’s thumb rubs up and down the fabric on your hip. 

“The night is still young, honored guests. But, it would not be a proper Inuinan gathering without the Dove Waltz, now would it?”

Faster and faster your heart hammers in your chest. 

Excited noises and cheers sound around the room from various patrons. 

A waiter with a tray full of champagne walks by your table. You reach out and skillfully lift one flute from him and bring the glass to your lips in a fluid motion, downing the contents.

Seungmin chuckles under his breath, but you hear it.

“If our participants could please take their places on the dancefloor, we can get this night started!”

You look up at the stage across the ballroom and lock eyes with that predatory gaze. 

Lord Tybesin bows at the waist as everyone applauds. The staring contest between the two of you continues. 

All noise fades into the background as your focus zeroes in on him.

In the back of your mind you can only wonder how you look. Do you look flirtatious or do you look as if you’re casting a hex upon his bloodline?

The empty flute in your hands is the only thing that keeps you grounded. 

Play the part, play the part.

A hot huff of air is blown out on the back of your neck. “You are getting too good at this, beloved.” Seungmin whispers in your ear. 

His one hand comes up and rests on your bare shoulder. The heat from his palm ignites the nerves underneath your skin and lights a fire within you. 

“You already have him wrapped around your finger, the rest will be easy.” The first part of his statement is said with a bit of venom in it.

Finally, you rip your gaze away from Tybesin, looking off to the side where Seungmin is grabbing you.

“I cannot wait for this to be over,” you respond just as quietly. 

Seungmin leans down slowly, the heat from his body radiates onto your bare skin. The ballroom was not cold by any means, but his body heat feels like a safety blanket being wrapped around your shoulders.

“You and me both, Lady Sigyn.” He leans down and his lips press right where your neck meets your shoulder.

Gasping in surprise, you make no move away from him, instead, your head leans to the side to bare more skin to him.

A shockwave of sparks flies down your arm and into your fingertips at the contact. 

His lips pull away from you just as fast as they came. You can feel the chuckle against your back, the choppy exhales brush over you.

“Let us get this over with then, shall we?”

Seungmin comes around and grabs your hand with a bow, you curtsy with an uneasy smile. He leads you out onto the dancefloor with the dozen or so other couples on the ballroom floor, all of them preparing for the ceremonial dance. 

Lord Tybesin takes his place with his lady, who you haven't seen a hair of until now. She’s gorgeous– absolutely breathtaking– with golden lochs that curl and flow around her shoulders.

The ambassador truly is a daft man if he gets bored with a lady like that on his arm.

Each step onto the polished wood floor makes your heart beat faster and faster. At this rate, you won’t be able to hear the band playing, you’ll only be able to hear the blood rushing in your ears.

What were the steps again?

It was four– no five– no, four box steps into … into what? A twirl out, then back in.

Just like Minho taught you. Come on, Y/N. You can do this dance in your sleep now, stop second guessing yourself. 

It’ll just be muscle memory as soon as the music starts. You don’t even have to lead the dance, Seungmin does. 

The rogue leads you to a point in the grand circle of people and turns to face you fully.

His eyes shine from underneath the mask and scan all over your face.

“You are going to do amazing, my dear.” 

Another nickname for the ever growing list.

You blush and look away at the other couples around the dance floor. Lord Tybesin is six or so people away from you, meaning you’ll have plenty of time to get comfortable with the dance in this dress.

Maybe you should have practiced in heels. 

Are you even sure that you won’t trip over your own two feet? Where are you going to put the key once you have it?

A nervous look creeps up on your face, your skin begins to pale with nerves. 

Why can’t you just charge into battle instead? You’d much rather use your fists and sword right now rather than your wit. You haven’t been this nervous for anything in so long. 

“My love,” Seungmin grabs your attention. “Remember I will be with you, even when you are dancing with other partners.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

With a smug look, he motions down to your wrist.

The corsage. 

Kim Seungmin, you clever, clever bastard.

He winks just as the music for the waltz begins. He holds his hand out for you and you take it without a second thought. 

Once more, Seungmin bows at the waist at the same time you drop into a curtsy. The entire circle of men and women do the same.

You both come up and he wraps his arm around your waist, holding your hand in the other. Your bodies are brought together, not even a sheet of paper could slip in between the two of you.

The Dove Waltz begins.

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Underground Boxer! Godzilla x Painter! Mothra Headcanons Part II - My Human College AU - (Fluff and NSFW)

Fluff

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who always has to be cuddling with Painter! Mothra whenever they're together no matter what they're doing.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who's lock screen and wallpaper on his phone are pictures of his girlfriend, he just stares at them whenever he looks at his phone. He gets teased by Kong every single time.

Painter! Mothra who constantly wears his shirts and hoodies whenever they're staying the night together, she likes it when he turns red every single time he sees her wearing his shirt.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who always receives a kiss from Painter! Mothra after every match he wins or loses. It's what he always looks forward to after he gets done fighting.

Painter! Mothra who always run her fingers through Underground Boxer! Godzilla's hair at night after he has a nightmare, gently scratching his scalp until she hears him fall back asleep. She stays awake until she knows he's really asleep.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who can't bake for shit, so Painter! Mothra helps him most of the time. Painter! Mothra can't cook for shit, but Underground Boxer! Godzilla can so he helps her with that too. It's actually how they started to bond more before they got together.

Painter! Mothra who makes paintings for him and Underground Boxer! Godzilla has them all hung up on his walls. What can I say he loves his girlfriend, that includes everything she paints or does, and it shows.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who loves listening to Painter! Mothra ramble about whatever she wants to talk about. He just likes the sound of her voice, she's his favorite tune, the song he could listen to on repeat all of the time and never get tired of it.

Painter! Mothra who always takes care of Underground Boxer! Godzilla after a fight. She cleans his wounds, bandages him up, and feeds him and kisses him until they both fall asleep in each others arms. She makes sure to give him Tylenol when he wakes up with sore muscles in the morning.

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Underground Boxer! Godzilla who took Painter! Mothra out to the drive in theater for their first actual date, her head resting on his shoulder and his hand on her thigh the entire time. They didn't get like twenty minutes into the movie until Painter! Mothra was straddling his lap, Underground Boxer! Godzilla's hands gripping her waist as they grinded on each other. Painter! Mothra had to hide her face into his shoulder so nobody would be able to hear her soft moans and gasps.

Painter! Mothra who loves how much bigger Underground Boxer! Godzilla is than her, how easy it is for him to pick her up. When they have sex though, it turns her on even more with just how his body easily covers her own. it makes her feel warm and safe, makes it more intimate for the both of them to be honest.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who was scared that he was going to hurt Painter! Mothra the first time they had sex, but she convinced him that she would be fine. He was still a little nervous, so he was slow and gentle with Painter! Mothra, making sure she was feeling good over his own pleasure. (Why can't I find a bf like this wtfffff....)

Painter! Mothra who loves to look at the hickeys and other marks that Underground Boxer! Godzilla leaves on her body. Bitemarks on her shoulders and neck, hickeys on the soft skin of her inner thighs, and the bruise marks on her waist from when he sometimes grips to hard. She wears them like a badge. (Lets be real he loves it too.)

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who loves to watch Painter! Mothra moan and squirm underneath him whenever he fucks her, it makes him proud that he's the one who can make her make such sweet noises that's all for him.

Painter! Mothra and Underground Boxer! Godzilla who ended up fucking in her paint studio after he walked in on her wearing one of his shirts with nothing but panties on underneath. They ended up spilling paint on themselves and the floor, but they were too distracted to care. They had to take a long ass shower just to clean off the paint, but seeing Underground Boxer! Godzilla naked with pink and purple paint in his hair made Painter! Mothra laugh.

Underground Boxer! Godzilla who always makes sure to take care of Painter! Mothra after they have sex, he always cleans her up, gives her a massage, and even makes her tea and a snack. He loves his girlfriend and it shows.

Listen, you will never catch me writing smut about a giant lizard and moth....But I will write it for their human forms bc why not.

Here is the first part of this AU. LINK

[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER ONE

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER ONE - SHADOWS OF THE PAST.

TWO MONTHS LATER…

The grandeur of your ancestral house in Guildford enveloped you as you strolled through its opulent corridors. Intricately carved wooden paneling adorned the walls, while rich crimson carpets absorbed the echo of your footsteps. The air is filled with the faint scent of polished wood and aged leather, exuding dignified timelessness.

Ascending the grand staircase, you run your hand along the mahogany handrail, feeling the smoothness of centuries of use. Reaching the landing on the second floor, a series of oil paintings greeted your vision. Painted by the likes of Van Gogh, Monet, Gauguin and Millet, each frame you passed through expressively telling stories of their lives’ hardships expressed through masterful strokes that evoked love, pain and unwavering resolve.

You finally reached a pair of imposing double doors, elaborately carved with intricate designs and gilded accents. Pushing them open, you step into your refuge within this grand manor. You took in the soft early afternoon light streaming through the lace curtains, the interior awash in soft, muted colors that evoke a sense of calm and serenity. The master bedroom itself bore an air of regal charm, with the walls adorned with exquisite silk wallpaper featuring delicate floral patterns. A four-poster bed draped in satin was situated at the very center, the bed linens made of the finest Egyptian cotton and the plump pillows neatly arranged in the head rest. 

Seating yourself at the foot of your bed, your eyes caught a familiar oil canvas painting facing your direction - a self portrait of you dressed in a filipiniana gown while holding a soft-feathered fan on your right hand. Brief images of the very day you were painted flashed through your mind, remembering your shy, palpable smile as you took a graceful, elegant pose towards the handsome yet unrecognizable painter as his right hand carefully glided his paintbrush across the canvas.

You’ve been having these recurring dreams again as of late. But you cannot figure out for the life of you who the mysterious subject of your night recollections is.

Mildly shaking your head, you made your way towards your antique writing desk situated near a large bay window, overlooking the well-manicured gardens outside. The scent of freshly picked flowers finally distracted you from your musings, mingling with the aroma of polished wood. Carefully arranged, your flower vase was strategically placed beside an assortment of your night study essentials -  an inkwell, quill pen, notepad, a hardbound copy of Atlas of Ancient Egpyt, and a work laptop with multiple tabs open. 

Against one wall, a towering bookshelf houses an impressive collection of leather-bound tomes, each one a testament to your intellectual pursuits. You returned the hardbound copy of Atlas of Ancient Egpyt to its previous resting place, vowing to return to it after your overseas assignment. That book was an essential to you since you work full time as a museum curator for the British Museum. Back then, that career path wasn’t meant for your gender in the olden age. But as the world changes with time and equality between sexes have been more embraced, you found yourself living your life long passion of promoting cultural heritage and ancestral discovery.

Typing away at your laptop, you’ve mostly dealt with a lot of email exchanges involving procurement and acquisition of artifacts, record keeping and liaising with Egyptologists for the upcoming Ennead exhibition you’re organizing. You have already let most of your recent business contacts know that you’re on overseas leave, advising everyone to liaise with your secretary, Aleah Santos, in your absence.

A gentle knock on your door pulls you out of your reverie, your eyes now diverted towards the bedroom entrance. A middle-aged British man stands in the doorway with an air of quiet dignity, his appearance a testament to his impeccable service and professionalism. His face exudes an air of experience and reserve, befitting his role as the trusted steward of the household. He wears a perfectly tailored, immaculately pressed charcoal-gray suit with a crisp white shirt and a silk tie, and his salt-and-pepper hair was meticulously combed and styled to maintain a polished appearance.

His striking deep, intelligent blue eyes observed you quietly, framed by well-defined eyebrows that conveyed a sense of attentiveness. He was holding in one hand a tray with a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea and a blueberry scone, and a neatly pressed and folded set of smart, business casual clothes in the other. The fabrics were chosen with care and tailored to perfection, a testament to the older man’s meticulous attention to detail.

“Bill, how lovely to see you this afternoon”, you smiled appreciatively before standing, slowly reaching for your wardrobe in his arms. “Thank you for bringing these”

"It's my pleasure, Lady Carter", Bill answered politely, his refined British accent adding to his aura of sophistication. William Jones, who you affectionately nicknamed “Bill”, is the latest addition in the long line of the Jones household who have served the Carter family for a very long time. As the new head of the family estate, the depth of his loyalty to you runs deep and unquestioned.

"I've taken the liberty of preparing your necessities for the trip”, Bill said with a warm smile as he followed you inside, placing the tray of refreshments on your desk. “You'll find your travel documents and essentials ready in your briefcase, and I’ve packed you a suitcase for the three-day trip”

“What would I ever do without you?” you chuckled playfully, grateful for his unwavering efficiency.

“Years of service have taught me well”, Bill chuckled softly. “Now, if I may, I’d like to go over your schedule for the week.”

“Go ahead, I’m all ears”, you nodded, finally taking your first sip of the afternoon tea prepared. It was nothing short of exquisite, the fragrant steam wafting up to greet your senses. “Impeccable brew as always, by the way”

"I’m glad you like the concoction, Milady”, Bill nodded before clearing his throat, proceeding to recite the details of your upcoming trip. “Your flight to Chicago is later this evening at 7PM, and I will be driving you to the airport three hours prior”

You nodded, mentally ticking off the items on your mental checklist, as he continued to consult his notes and brief you.

“Upon your arrival to the United States, a valet service will pick you up and take you to your hotel. I made reservations at the one within walking distance of the family court where your next interpreting assignment will be running for three days”

“That’s good to hear”, you nodded, taking a small bite of the scone. “Have my secretary check on the tour guide headcount at the British Museum and handle the recruitment interviews while I’m gone” 

“Understood”, Bill said curtly, finishing up writing on his notes. He gave a small bow before leaving the room. With his departure, you set to work on packing your travel essentials for your upcoming assignment. 

The routine of operating as a freelance interpreter was familiar, accepting potential clients needing your services regardless of location. You cater mostly to the Filipino community, as it helped you fulfill your duties as Mayari’s avatar - to oversee, guide and protect her travelers of the night. Of all the careers you dabbled in your long life on this earth, being an interpreter and a museum curator were one of the very few roles you’ve had that you took immense pride in. Both navigated the complexities of language and history, bridging the gap between cultures and individuals.

The next morning after your arrival in the United States, the Chicago sun greeted you as you stepped out of your hotel room and into the bustling city streets. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from a nearby café, tempting you, but duty called.

You found yourself before the imposing building of the Chicago Family Court in Cook County. It was a massive edifice of imposing architecture, and its walls seemed to resonate with the stories of countless families and their struggles. On your way to the court registry, you navigated the maze of hallways with purposeful steps. The walls were painted in muted tones, and the faint hum of conversation filled the air. Lawyers in tailored suits, stern-faced judges, and anxious family members all found their places. The court clerk finally checked you in after having you sign the log book, advising you of your assigned courtroom for your scheduled appointment.

You walked into the assigned courtroom, the polished wood of the benches and the imposing judge's bench before you. The judge’s gaze met yours as you approached the witness stand, acknowledging your presence as he had you sworn in. He instructed you to raise your right hand as you recited your oath, a solemn promise to faithfully and impartially interpret the proceedings for those who needed it. 

“Thank you, Interpreter”, the judge nodded, your duty now officially recognized. “Please introduce yourself to the courtroom for the record”

“Yes, Your Honor”, you greeted in a clear, unwavering voice. “Good morning. My name is Mira Batala-Carter, and I will be serving as the Tagalog/Filipino interpreter for the witness in the stand”

The court proceedings began, and your voice filled the room as you translated the witness's testimony. You moved seamlessly between languages, ensuring that justice prevailed, one word at a time. The judge and attorneys watched you closely, appreciating your precision and dedication.

After the session concluded, you extended a hand to the witness, a kind-hearted woman who had been through a trying experience. She thanked you for your services, her eyes conveying a profound gratitude that words could not fully capture. As she left your presence, you muttered a silent prayer to your patron goddess, fulfilling your role as her avatar as you invoked a simple protection spell.

“Patnubayan mo ang guhit ng kanyang kapalaran, aking diwatang Mayari”

Guide the lines of her fate, my goddess Mayari.

As the proceedings unfolded over the next three days, you found yourself immersed in the world of legal battles, translating the words and emotions of those caught in the intricate web of the justice system. It was a demanding role, one that required not just linguistic proficiency, but also an acute understanding of human nature and the ability to convey the nuances of speech. Legal jargon and emotional testimonies flowed through you, and you remained resolute in your duty as an interpreter.

You arrived early on the last day of your interpreting assignment, finally giving in to your caffeine cravings as you clutch a cup of steaming coffee to ward off the chilly Chicago morning. You took a seat in the hallway, waiting outside the assigned courtroom. As you sipped your cappuccino and glanced around, your eyes landed on a man slouched on one of the benches, clearly taking a nap. 

His face stirred a memory, one that danced tantalizingly out of reach. Yet you couldn't quite place where you had seen him before. He had a rugged handsomeness, an aura of enigmatic mystery that drew you in. 

The man's companion, a woman of Arabic-Egyptian descent with a cascade of curly, dark hair, approached him, carrying a steaming cup of coffee. She leaned down, her concern etched on her face as she gently nudged him awake. She whispered something to him, and he stirred, blinking his eyes open.

Your heart clenched as you witnessed the tenderness in their interaction. The way their eyes met with shared history and unspoken understanding prompted a deluge of memories to flood your mind, unbidden and unexpected.

Like ghosts from the past, you heard sounds of laughter and shared secrets echoing inside your head. Your lips trembled as they seemingly remembered the tenderness of breathless kisses stolen beneath the moonlit sky. The details eluded you, but the emotions were vivid—joy, love, and a sense of belonging. 

But as swiftly as those memories resurfaced, they slipped away like sand through your fingers, leaving you with an ache of longing and confusion.

Who was this man, and why did his presence stir such deep-seated emotions within you?

Before you could delve further into your thoughts, a call from Bill interrupted your reverie. You reached for your phone, the jarring ringtone pulling you back to reality.

"Lady Carter," Bill's voice came through the receiver, crisp and professional. "I have an important update from Miss Santos. We are still missing one more tour guide from the total headcount you require for the upcoming exhibition"

“Copy that”, you nodded. “Please have her finalize the applicants I’ll need to interview on Saturday”

As you hung up the phone, a court clerk emerged to announce that the morning proceedings will now begin. Finishing the rest of your coffee, you threw the empty cup at the nearby bin before entering the courtroom once more to complete the final leg of your interpreting assignment. 

Unbeknownst to you, Mayari, the patron goddess of the moon, quietly observed from a distance as her ethereal, astral form shimmered from afar. Her eyes, filled with a sorrow you had never seen before, remained fixed on you as she recalled the most grievous of her sins—removing your image of Darius Carter and your memories of the events that had bound you to Khonshu's avatar, Moon Knight. She had acted with what she believed was your best interest at heart, but now, as she watched the remnants of your forgotten past resurface, doubt crept into her heart.

Mayari was determined to see her decision through to the end, to protect you from the darkness that lurked in the shadows. Yet, as she gazed upon the unfolding drama, the lines between right and wrong blurred, and the weight of her choices pressed upon her.

“Mr and Mrs Spector, please come to the front”

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

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[creatureshrieks]

So, a lot of Hannibal, both as a show and as a character devotes a lot of itself to symbolism. Even the dining room in which Hannibal serves and consumes his meals is rich of symbolism and iconography. the dining room is incredibly moody with deep, rich indigo walls with curving molding meant to look akin to paneling. The walls of the dining room and meant to invoke a night sky. On one wall is a fireplace adorned with horns, paintings with golden frames. On the opposite rests a "living wall", a neatly curated herb garden that rests in front of a wall wallpapered with Landscape: Woods Reflected in a Pond by Oscar Grosch, a wood engraver who became both an etcher and painter. The herbs are well-tended to for even their positions on the herb shelving is purposeful. The shelves get smaller as they rise upwards as the plants on the bottom require light to survive. Hannibal's dining room is a theater, a stage for him to perform. This is where he sees to his guests, impresses them, and puts on the air of someone intelligent, confident, and well-adjusted. He has quite the ego for he sees himself above much of society. While they hide from their true nature or are incapable of seeing the truth of themselves, he has known who and what he was from the moment his eyes opened. He is a predator that stalks the shadows of polite society. A man akin to a god, he who is above the limitations another may place upon him. The dining room is where he allows himself to showcase this confidence, though hidden under the veneer of a man who simply enjoys boundless praise. The dining room is in contrast to the kitchen, bright whites and steel, strictly maintained, organized. If the dining room is the "stage", the kitchen is the "backstage". This is where things are prepared, prepped. This is where he performs at some of his most gruesome points, carving human flesh into edible dishes. Knives, kept sharp, easy to penetrate flesh and carve bone. It is orderly, like much of his life for even the nature he allows into his home is maintained to what he desires.

The herb boxes are never allowed to overgrow, kept in order. The animals that decorate his walls are posed and poised, their pieces repurposed into art of his liking. Hannibal Lecter is a man of control, of a need to exert his will over his surroundings. Even nature is made to bow to him, to be remade in a design of his choosing.

[mrakobaby]

painter of the night

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[vincentvangoghs-world]

Van Gogh

[periwinklemeanderings]

50 Short Classics you should try by Ruby Granger (Youtube channel) - A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens - The Greengage Summer - Animal Farm by George Orwell -Breakfast at Tiffany's -De Profundis by Oscar Wilde - The Stranger/  The Outsider by Albert Camus -  Bartleby, the Scrivener by Herman Melville - A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Diamond as Big as the Ritz by F. Scott Fitzgerald - Songs of Innocence and Experience - Macbeth - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland -Fahrenheit 451 - The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass -  Ariel by Sylvia Plath -. Picnic at Hanging Rock - The Nutcracker - The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe - On Murder Considered as one of the Fine Arts - On the Pleasure of Hating - The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka - The Professor's House - Death in Venice - Meditations by Descartes - Meno by Plato - Hero and Leander - Frankenstein by Mary Shelley - Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift - Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson -The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas (and other short stories) by Ursula K. Le Guin - Blithe Spirit -The Woman in Black by Susan Hill - The Problem of Philosophy by Bertrand Russell - Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck - Oranges are Not the Only Fruit -Don't Look Now (and other short stories) by Daphne Du Maurier - Song of Myself by Walt Whitman - The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett - A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett -The Sandman by  E. T. A. Hoffmann -The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot - A Night to Remember - The Painter of Modern Life by Charles Baudelaire - The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman - Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie - I am David by Anne Holm.

[fujoshi--senpai]

painter of the night

[gnattyplayssims]

Dandy Generation Gameplay Rules

Generation Challenges

First Decade - Sexual Revolution

Second Decade - Vietnam War

Marriage and Family

Divorce now allowed for whatever reason

Adoption now allowed

First Decade - Baby Boomer era. All couples should reroll for number of children even if they had already capped out their number.

Second Decade - Can marry sims of other cultures as well as have same-sex relationships (cannot marry)

Woohoo is now openly allowed and birth control now available (3% chance of pregnancy)

Second Decade - Teens can "mess around"

Bottle feeding now allowed

Teens come of age at 16 rather than 14.

Elder death rolls now done on d20 rather than d6

Birthdays are now as follows - Infant @ 6mos, Toddler @ 3 years, Child @ 6 years, Teen @ 13 years (marrigable age @ 16), YA @ 18 years, Adult @ 30 years, Elder @ 50 years

Affairs % = 20, Auto marry % = 50.

Architecture and Design

Bikinis now allowed

Apartments now available

Showers allowed

House can now have pop-art, carpet, patterned and brick floors

Kids paintings may now be hung anywhere (any size of canvas available for painting)

All wallpaper available

Fire alarm available

Women may wear pants freely

Second Decade - May now have expensive comfort items like couches, beds and chairs

Phones allowed but can only be used within own home and must always be used in the same room (preferably same part of room)

Private pools allowed (upper middle class)

Housing upgrades/updates are allowed again

Education and Hobbies

Elementary and High school are now mandatory

Better grades means better marriage (A-rich, B-well-off, C-Average, D-poor, F-destitute)

TV now allowed but only the three oldest/cheapest options and can only be watched between 6am-9pm. Only News and Classic channels allowed.

Pop music allowed (radio listening requirement lifted), Listening device allowed

Sunblock, snorkel and sun lounger allowed

Second Decade - May now visit Sulani and play with dolphins as well as study robotics, bowling alleys also became popular

Second Decade - Meditation, yoga, incenses and tea/coffee brewers are allowed and lava lamps become common as well as space heaters, kotatsu tables, in-home hotsprings and bubble blower.

Second Decade - Spooky and Japaense Folk music available as well as Action and Comedy TV channels.

Second Decade - All subjects available for studying in University and student loans are available

Parties and events allowed again

Second Decade - All YA's who remain single must roll to join (or start) a cult on their YA birthday (set MCCC club settings to monitor: enabled, open members: 3)

Second Decade - University not allowed until after serving in war

Second Decade - Female and Singles Nights are now unlocked

Career and Money-Making

Unlimited meals on the stove is allowed again

Butlers, Maids and Nannys may be hired by rich sims

Available jobs for men include: Criminal (boss), Doctor, Entertainer (both), Gardener, Military (both), Politics (both), Scientist, Writer (both), Critic (both), Culinary (chef), Painter, Detective, Secret Agent(both), Actor, Athlete (both), Critic (both), Engineer (Mechanical), Freelancer (Fashion Photographer, Writer), Interior Decorator, Law (both), Veterinarian

Women may have the above jobs with a few exceptions. They cannot become Military (Covert Operator) Doctors, Politicians, Scientists, Critics or Detectives.

Part time jobs available include: Babysitter, Fast Food, Fisherman, Lifeguard, Manual Laborer and Retail

Women may no longer marry after they become pregnant or as long as there are children or younger in their home. They can return once all children become teens. They cannot work active jobs as their goal is still to raise their kids.

Playground equipment available (except ballpit)

Second Decade - jobs for men include previously stated with addition of Conservationist (both), Astronaut (space ranger), Business (both). Jobs for women include previously stated with the exceptions of Astronaut and Business (Investor). Part time jobs remain the same.

Second Decade - Women have maternity leave (3rd trimester only) and no longer have to leave work when they become pregnant

Second Decade - All YA's (age 18-26) may be drafted at any time during decade. This does not include those who become YA's during decade, are primary caretakers for their children or have mental illness. Not all YA males will fight but all will roll for draft.

Musically inclined sims may opt out of a real job to be street performers.

Special Rolls

Draft - All YA Males roll d6 - Evens are spared, Odds get drafted (roll d20 to determine when to make survival roll. One number for each day in decade), must join military career and roll for survival. All eligible, unmarried females roles d20 - 1 = drafted as nurse (must roll for trauma trait)

Vietnam War - All drafted soldiers must roll 2d6 - Snake eyes = death. All drafted males must remain on military lot for 2 years

Trauma Traits - 1) Gloomy, 2) Hot-headed, 3) Clumsy, 4) Erratic, 5) Meloncholic, 6) Mean(or Evil), 7) Lazy, 8) Non-Committal, 9) Squeamish, 10) Paranoid, 11) Cold-Blooded, 12) Impassive, 13) Insane, 14) Joyless, 15) Unstable, 16) Avoidant, 17) Cruel, 18) Hostile, 19) Obsessive, 20) Repressed

Cults - roll d6 - odds start or join a cult - roll d6 again to determine which cult and change/add traits as necessary- 1: Friends of Fortune (kleptomaniac, add $1000 per year to leaders funds, ends with leader being considered fraud and breaking up) 2: Dragon Empire (Evil, add $1000 to leader funds each year and sacrifice townie sim, ends with leader being sacrificed) 3: Brother Nature - Vegetarian, move to lot with other members, ends with sim returning home) 4: Woohoo Womb (Player, open love for all members with no birth control, ends with disease scares) 5: Grilled Cheezus (Foodie or Glutton, only eats grilled cheese, minus $1000 each year, ends with sim being sick of grilled cheese) 6: Anarchy Echo (Erratic, minus $1000 each year for fines, ends with sim being killed)