#politician animal lover

[scotianostra]

Thomas, Lord Erskine was born January 10th 1750. During his lifetime he became Britain's foremost advocate, through his defence of people accused of treason and corruption.

His defence of Thomas Paine, accused of high treason for his work, The Rights of Man, cost him his position as Attorney General to the Prince of Wales. Later, Erskine totally alienated George IV by defending Queen Caroline against the king's attempt to deprive her of her rights and title.

Rather go into all the boring education, career stuff I will focus more on the man, the character, for I think Lord Erskine was a bit of a character, he had a favourite dog with him at all his consultations in Chambers a favourite a large Newfoundland dog called "Toss". He taught it to sit upon a chair in chambers with his paws placed before him on the table. Erskine would put an open book before him, a wig upon his head and one of his advocate's bands around his neck. What his clients thought of this exhibition we do not know, but it is unlikely that they would have forsaken him for another counsel.

He was obviously an animal lover a dog he kept by him was one he had rescued from some boys in the street when they were about to kill it. Later, on March 2, 1811, he sent a bitch to a fellow peer with a note to say that, "her name is Lucky and may all good luck attend your Lordship".

He also had a pet goose which followed him about in his grounds, a macaw and a great many other dumb friends. He even had two special leeches which he believed had saved his life when he was ill and which he called his "bottle conjurors". These he kept in a glass and, he said, he gave them fresh water every day and had formed a friendship with them. He would often argue the likely result of a case on how they swam or crawled.

Erskine said he was sure they both knew him and were grateful to him. They were called "Home" and "Cline" after two celebrated surgeons with quite different dispositions. He amassed the company at a party given at his villa in Hampstead, near "The Spaniard's Inn", by talking about his regard for animals and, in particular, those to whom he was attached. He then produced the leeches in their glass which he placed upon the table. It was impossible, however, wrote Samuel Romilly who was present, "without the vivacity, the tones, the details, and the gestures of Lord Erskine, to give an adequate idea of this singular scene".

He introduced into the Lords a Bill for the prevention of malicious and wanton cruelty to animals, saying that it was a subject very near to his heart. Disgusting outrages, which he said

"were too painful to describe, were being perpetrated upon animals whilst the law did nothing. This was because animals were considered only as property. They were entirely without protection from cruelty and they had no rights. Yet man's dominion over them was not given by God for their torture but as a moral trust.

Nature had provided the same organs and feelings for enjoyment and happiness to animals as to man -- seeing, hearing, feeling, thinking, the sensations of pain and pleasure, love, anger and sensibility to kindness. Such creatures might have been created for man's use but not for his abuse. Towards them, as in all other things, men's duties and interests were inseparable. Extending humanity to animals would have a most powerful effect on men's moral sense and upon their feelings and sympathies for each other."

When the speech was published as a pamphlet, its editor suggested in the Preface that it should be introduced to families and schools and deserved to be circulated "among the lower classes of society by the clergy, and by all moral and pious persons'.

When the Bill was in its Committee stage, Erskine pointed out that during his 30 years of Parliamentary life he had never before proposed any alteration in the law. He still had no wish, he said, to link a statute with his name; he had a better motive. If the Bill were enacted, it would not only be an honour to the country but would mark an era in the history of the world. In the event, the House of Commons proved not to be ready for animal rights and the Bill was defeated but eventually went through in 1809.

Lastly and briefly, perhaps our Lord Erskine was also a wee bit of a romantic, he survived his first wife, Frances, she passed away in 1805 after 35 years of marriage, on October 12, 1818 he married Sarah Buck in Gretna Green, he was 20 years her senior.

It is said he never missed a day in court and led a very healthy life but in 1823 Erskine set out by sea on a visit to Scotland with one of his sons, hoping to see his brother the Earl of Buchan. But he became ill with a chest infection on the journey and was put ashore at Scarborough.

He managed to travel to the home of his brother Henry's widow in Almondell in West Lothian, where they were joined by the earl. He died at Almondell on 17 November 1823 and was buried in the family burial-place at Uphall in present day West Lothian.

[mapsontheweb]

Do South American presidents have a dog?

by geo.facts_

Well, you might’ve never really thought about this, but are the South American presidents dog lovers ? It appears most of them are! Out of the 14 presidents in the continent, 11 presidents have a#dog .

This post shows some of the dogs owned by these politicians.

Argentina’s 🇦🇷 president, Javier Milei , owns four cloned dogs, they are exact genetical copies of his late dog named Conan. Milei has already publicly said that Conan helps him with some decisions of his life, he talks to him through a medium.

Brazil’s 🇧🇷 president, Lula , adopted two dogs named Resistência and Paris. Resistência (Resistance in Portuguese) was actually adopted by his wife when he was arrest€d for allegedly political cr!mes, he was later acquitted and became Brazil’s president.

The Chilean 🇨🇱 president, Boric , owns a dog named brownie that has his own instagram page! The account has more than 450K followers.

Bolivia’s 🇧🇴 president, Arce , owns a dog named Boyacá that was actually a gift from Venezuela’s 🇻🇪 president, Nicolas Maduro. The dog was gifted as a celebration due to both countries good relationships!

The Ecuadorian🇪🇨 president, Noboa ,has multiple dogs and actively talks about animals rights. The French 🇫🇷 president, Macron , owns a dog named Nemo, that is internet famous after a clip of him peeing during a presidential meeting circulated the whole internet. Macron recently adopted two more dogs!

Venezuela’s🇻🇪, Uruguay’s 🇺🇾 and Colombia’s 🇨🇴 Presidents also own dogs!

[serpineal]

random (vedic) astro observations cause im bored

1. ashleshas love braiding & twisting their hair (brided/twisted hair resembles the body of a serpent and braiding one’s hair is associated with storing and protecting one’s energy, which is a major theme with ashlesha (protecting one’s family, privacy, wealth, life force, etc.) — ex. young thug.)

2. i can easily spot aries lagna through their alien head shape (big forehead & broad temples with a narrow chin.)

3. sun in rohini can make a woman known for her beautiful voice and/or feminine appeal (softness, sensitivity, motherly nature.)

4. the 7th aspect of saturn is where most of your effort and hard work is directed.

5. aries is the celestial horse, that is why they look and walk like that. most likely to have horse-like physique, physiognomy & hair.

6. rahu in the 1st gives serpent-like beauty and charm. their eyes have the power to hypnotize people.

7. sun conj. ketu (if positively placed and aspected) can make someone free of ego. most likely to have a jesus christ type of mentality. very naturally seductive. great dancers, especially if the sun rules the 3rd or 5th house. early awakening of kuṇḍalinī can be seen here.

8. saturn in the 1st house is one placement i’ve repeatedly seen in the charts of narcissists. charismatic, controlling, cruel, and really good at weakening people’s self-esteem. they can quite literally steal people’s life force (sun).

9. sidereal gemini is the sign of soul union. geminis, in this reincarnation, are meant to meet and be with their soulmates. this is especially seen in punarvasu, the star of return/reunion.

10. the house 2nd from venus can accurately indicate the type of partners you attract. 6th house: doctors, surgeons, politicians, lawyers, healers, etc. 8th house: bankers, journalists, astrologers, psychologists, etc. 12th house: creatives, activists, authors, musicians, animal lovers, etc.

11. swatis have a special affinity with spiders. (spiders = saturn. swati is the exaltation of saturn.)

12. atmakaraka falling in the 8th house of navamsa indicates that the soul reincarnated to serve, heal, and help; because the 1st house (purpose) is the 6th from the 8th. and if there’s a planet in the 1st, the person/people represented by it are the ones who the soul seeks to serve and heal.

“ that’s it for today! namaste xx

[plumdale]

cringe dude whose social media bio probably says “lover boy”

gen 3 here we go!!! his traits are:

lovebug

ambitious

party animal

rolls are:

marital status: couple w useless help

children: 1

career: (failed) politician

[shegatsby]

Love Thy Enemy

Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

A/N; Hi my little doves, I've missed you, I'm in love with my work lol I really enjoy writing this series so don't forget to share your thoughts with me. Don't worry, there will be SMUT in the future chapters. Sorry for any typos English isn't my first language.

TAG LIST IS OPEN! (Text me if i forgot to tag you little doves 🕊️ ♥️)

Warnings; Violence. Angst. Enemies to lovers. Female Bene Gesserit Reader x Feyd-Rautha,reader is reffered to as she/her.

Words; 2.232K

Chapter Four- ‘’Misery Begins’’

Giedi Prime, House Harkonenn

The air felt heavy in her lungs, the planet was orbiting a black sun, thus, everything outside looked black and white, no wonder these people were raised like animals, planet’s harsh conditions shaped their characteristics. The second she stepped out of the ship she hated every single thing but kept a firm stance.

Now she was settling in the guest quarters, the wedding was to be in 7 days and thankfully Harkonnen traditions says that they, under any circumstance, cannot stay in the same room.

Y/N had few of her personal maids and the rest was Harkonnen servants, all dressed in black with bald heads and pale, thin figures. Y/N noticed the looks she got from them, an outsider…

Inside the fortress one could see colors yet Harkonenns choose to keep it simple, her chambers consisted of a bedroom,  a small living room, and bathroom. Without a word she moved to the velvet armchair which was facing outside, she didn’t want to engage in any conversation with anyone, ‘’Prepare my bath.’’ She ordered without looking at any of them and then moved to the desk in her bedroom to write a letter to her family saying that she landed on the planet safely and everything was fine of course she knew that every letter she would sent was going to be read by Feyd-Rautha’s most trusted politicians, maybe even by himself so she kept the letter short. ‘’Send this to my family.’’ She gave the metal, thin device which was the letter to a servant, ‘’Yes my Lady.’’

After her bath which consisted of warm water and bath oils she brought from home, she smelled fresh and felt better. She was on her desk reading when her door was knocked, ‘’Yes?’’

A servant girl entered, she looked sickly pale and thin, her eyes on the floor, her hands interlaced on her thin stomach, ‘’Na-Baron wishes to dine with you my Lady.’’ It wasn’t a wish, it was an order. ‘’The trip have made me exhausted, please tell Na-Baron that I desire to rest.’’

She noticed the girl’s change of body language, her eyes rose to look at her ladyship pleadingly.  Y/N kindly smiled at the girl, oblivious to what was going to happen, she dismissed the servant girl.

The black sun of Giedi Prime shone bright just like the day before, Y/N decided to do some reading, learn more about the planet’s ecosystem. She had a light breakfast, the air still stingy in her lungs, she didn’t have much appetite.

Y/N Atreides was on her desk, taking notes and reading and her door knocked, ‘’Come in.’’ she was focused on the old books, ‘’My Lady.’’

‘’Yes?’’ she turned to face a man, he was a guard in his dark uniform. ‘’Na-Baron has a gift for you. He insists that you should open it after I am dismissed.’’ A strange request but what wasn’t strange about him anyways?!

Y/N couldn’t read the guard’s expression, his face was a blank slate, however he look more pale than usual skin color, was he ill? ‘’Thank you, place the box on the floor and you may be dismissed.’’ He did what he was told. She stood up and approached to the metal box, there was a strong smell of iron coming from it, it appeared there was no lock, no writings. Just in case, she placed the portable force field on her hand, activated it and tested it, working just fine.

Her hand went to open the metal box and her first reaction was to scream in terror, and her second reaction was to run to her bathroom and throw up her breakfast, shaking uncontrollably, on her knees like a wild animal.

Y/N Atreides didn’t know how many minutes or decades she had spent in that position, finally one of her old maids came for her rescue. ‘’My Lady…’’ she was an old woman with white hair and motherly touch, ‘’It’s okay now..’’ she was rubbing Y/N’s back gently and whispering kind words.  ‘’Is it-‘’ she sobbed, ‘’is it gone?’’

‘’I took care of it my Lady.’’ She helped Y/N stand up and leave the bathroom. The metal box which had the servant girl’s head was gone and yet she could feel her eyes watching her every move. She threw the shield on her hand and marched out of her chambers. There was a solider guarding her chambers, ‘’Where is Na-Baron?’’ she asked trying to control her tone. ‘’He has a meeting with Baron Vladimir and Glossu Rabban.’’

‘’Take me to him.’’ She said, could feel the anger on her chest, so hefty. ‘’But my Lady-‘’

‘’Take me to him.’’ She used the voice on him, the guard, without a word started to guide her to the meeting room. The corridors of the fortress were mostly black, some grey and white here and there, there were guards on watch duties, servants cleaning or carrying stuff. It was so different than the environment she grew up in, in Caladan or Emperor’s planet was vivid and thriving, here it was just… lifeless. She cursed her fate.

There were two guards on the doors of the meeting room, ‘’Open.’’ She used the voice again and the doors were opened slowly, Baron Vladimir was sitting on a metal chair which was placed on marble steps, towering over Glossu Rabban and Feyd-Rautha who were standing and looking up at him, listening to him as if their lives depend on it.. well.. they weren’t wrong. Baron was surprised to see her. ‘’Lady Y/N!’’ he announced which made the boys look at her direction but she refused to look at them, her focus was on Baron. ‘’What a lovely surprise, I hope you quarters to your liking.’’ Y/N bowed in courtesy, ‘’Thank you my Baron, you are the most generous.’’ She had to control her anger and she was doing a good job, keeping things formal. She had to be respectful to the family otherwise her position let alone her life would be at stake, she remembered Feyd’s words; ‘’Try to humiliate me again and see what happens, little dove.’’ The room was barren with only a long marble table and chairs, the curtains were closed and white glowglobes lighting the room, no carpets, no ornaments. ‘’What do we owe the pleasure of your visit?’’ he asked, she could see he was trying to understand her moves. ‘’I must speak with Na-Baron. It is urgent.’’ Finally she turned to face him, even though he was standing far away she could see his body reacting to her words, he was alert and an animalistic shine on his eyes. ‘’Feyd, please escort your wife-to-be to a more secluded area and discuss.’’ His uncle said and Feyd bowed to him quickly, ‘’Yes uncle.’’ And then he turned to her, marching like a soldier, he held her arm and escorted her out of the room, his grip was tight, he made her follow him. Since there were guards and servants everywhere she didn’t dare to utter a word.

Y/N had no idea where they were going, the fortress was a maze and every corridor looked similar. They reached a door, Feyd dismissed the guards and opened the heavy black door. Quite frankly he threw her inside, before she got a chance to look around she spit her venom. ‘’What is wrong with you?!’’ Feyd looked puzzled, ‘’Did you really beheaded that girl just because I refused to dine with you?!’’ she could feel her whole body shake in anger, being in his presence disturbed her equilibrium. ‘’Oh, that.’’ He remembered, his behavior made it worse for her. ‘’Yes, that!’’ He didn’t close the space between them, his hands behind his back. ‘’Did I upset you, little dove?’’ was he mocking her? ‘’Upset?!’’ Y/N couldn’t believe her ears, what happened to that sweet boy she met years ago?

He started to move towards her like a predator, he was much taller than her, towering above her she had to look up to meet his icy blue orbits. Years had turned him into a killing machine, what a shame. She hoped to see remorse in those beautiful eyes but found nothing. Back of his hand found her heated cheek, touching ever so gently, it made one wonder how could he behead an innocent girl and then touch his wife-to-be like a tender lover. ‘’This is what happens when you reject my orders.’’ His voice calm and collective. ‘’I hate you!’’ and she pushed his chest but had no impact so she moved away from his aura. That’s when she noticed that they were in his quarters of the fortress, she remembered the fact that he dismissed the guards, no one to help her if things were to took a turn. ‘’You hate me?’’ he asked, still calm. ‘’What else… do you also fear me?’’

‘’No.’’ she simply answered. His none existent eyebrows rose, his pupils dilated ever so slightly, she noticed how still he was, like a statue. His nostrils flared with a passion she could not placed.

‘’No? So you don’t fear me.’’ He repeated back, folding his arms, he wasn’t angry, only curious. ‘’Not at all?’’

‘’You aren’t allowed to hurt me.’’ Her voice higher than his.

‘’Not allowed?’’ he tilted his head, his voice low and husky, ‘’and how can you be so certain of such?’’ a slight smile pulled at his plump lips, ‘’What makes you so confident in that?’’ he knew his own intentions but he was curios of what went on within her pretty head. There was a certain aura about Y/N that intrigued Feyd, he was watching, listening and studying her.

‘’Let me go back to my home.’’ She whispered, even she didn’t believe herself but that was her intention, to go back and ride her horse, walk in the lush gardens, laugh with her other Bene Gesserit friends. ‘’You assume you have the final word where you go.’’ He chuckled, his voice lower than before. ‘’I decide where you go.’’ His gaze grew sharp like an animal, ‘’I decide what you do. And what I decide..’’ Feyd laughed again, ‘’You’re going to obey.’’

‘’I had a life before you took me, I had a family and friends and, and..’’ she could feel her eyes getting blurry, ‘’And?’’ he insisted, ‘’I had a partner, a lover, and you scared him away!’’ she was practically yelling at this point, female rage taking over her body. ‘’A lover? Don’t make me laugh little girl. If he was so in love with you-‘’ he opened his arms looking around, ‘’where is he? Why isn’t he here defending your honor and saving you from me?!’’ with the mention of Y/N’a former partner Pyramus, Feyd-Rautha wasn’t so calm anymore, he could feel rage rising in his body.  

‘’Because of you! You scared him and he ran! Otherwise he would be here-‘’

‘’Don’t be that stupid Y/N! He wasn’t so scared when I offered him a deal.’’

And with that Y/N was confused, ‘’What deal?’’

Feyd-Rautha was pacing in the room in anger, he couldn’t believe she was still ‘’in love’’ with that low life, waste of space. ‘’I offered him a supply of spice which will outlive him and his children and his children’s children. A generation wealth so to speak.’’

Y/N was shaking her head in rejection, her gaze focused on the floor, ‘’No, no,’’ she whispered, not believing what Feyd was suggesting. ‘’Yes Y/N! Your lover didn’t hesitate a second and took the deal.’’

‘’Then why did he try to escape with me?!’’ she yelled in pain, her heart was torn into pieces, ‘’I wanted you to see how pathetic he was and I staged it.’’ Feyd’s chest heaving with anger and he was so passionate to prove her he was right, he turned to go to the next room and brought back a metal device, he opened it, ‘’Here, he signed the deal.’’ She took it and saw the spice deal written on it, millions of gallons.. and Pyramus’ signature at the bottom…

Feyd grabbed the metal device and threw it on the couch near him, ‘’Not going to lie, you weren’t cheap.’’ And she slapped him.

Feyd-Rautha was slapped by a woman for the first time in his life, he froze for a second, shocked to see how bold she could be. He was even turned on a bit. With both of his hands he grabbed her delicate shoulders tightly, he was much stronger than her. ‘’LET GO OF ME-‘’

Feyd-Rautha didn’t care what she wanted, ‘’I might hurt you physically Y/N, but I would never do that to you. I would never sell what’s mine for something else. Do you hear me?!’’ his voice was rough and irritated her ears, her body was in shock and her shoulders hurting her. ‘’I would never leave what’s mine behind and walk away, I am a man, see me as a man not that little boy you met years ago!’’

Was that a love confession, no it couldn’t be.. someone like Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen couldn’t possibly feel something so pure and innocent, or was it just being possessive and showing her that her life was in his hands till death do them apart. The stress overcame her body, her vision was getting darker and the last thing she saw was Feyd’s pretty eyes.

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[vicocaaisha]

Rivalry

Seo Doah x Reader Fic.

Synopsis: Frustrated from being disqualified multiple times from your competitions, you decided to confront your rival to end her sabotage for good.

Warnings: SMUT, switch!reader, switch!Doah, fingering, mature scenes in general, rival trope, enemies to lovers!

Requested.

“What’s this?!” You slammed down the disqualification notice that you received from the science competition you were trying to compete in.

“You're disqualified, obviously." Harin replied. She seemed amused.

You were beyond furious. It says on your disqualification paper that you no longer can compete because you’ve been skipping school. Really? You’ve never even missed a class before!

“What’s your fucking problem? I don't even talk to you, then suddenly you decided to make me disqualified?!” You were almost shouting out of anger you were feeling.

You knew Harin was the one who caused you to be disqualified, she has connections everywhere and can pull strings easily.

“Ask Doah.” Harin smiled at you.

“Whatever.” You said as you crumpled the paper then threw it somewhere in Harin's lavish office or her mother’s, you don’t really care anymore.

Doah has been your rival ever since you’ve transferred to this school. You’ve never had a problem with her before because you never even batted your eyes at her. She became your rival because your classmates had the habit of comparing you two of whom is smarter. You never give a damn about it.

You and Doah are always competing outside school, you two were the representatives of the school. The both of you don’t compete in the same competitions, it changed recently though.

The school signed the two of you to the same competitions. It was fine at first because you were still dominating the competitions,

but lately, you kept losing because of her.

You’re trying to collect as many awards as you can for your dream university, but she’s destroying that plan of yours.

You were furious.

You don’t know how to handle your anger, though. You just wanted to ignore her again. It’s not in your nature to take your anger out on someone or even talk about it. You just wanted to avoid it.

That’s what you did, not until…

Doah smiled at you when you entered the room.

She smiled at you?

Weird.

She never smiled at anyone, you even think that she doesn’t even have an emotion.

Oh.

Is she mocking you now?

You slammed down your books on your table, which caused your classmates to look at you with confusion in their eyes.

You will definitely have a talk with her later.

Lunch came. You didn’t see Doah in the cafeteria, then she must be at the library.

You slammed the library door open, you know that no one is in the library except Doah. As if she owns this place herself.

“Can you please be careful with the door?” Doah carefully asked you.

“Oh yeah? How about you tell me what the fuck is your problem!” You almost shouted.

She looked at you as if she’s seen some bewildered animal. You know what? This is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. Do you really think Doah will have a conversation with you? She doesn’t even say a word even if she’s with her friends.

You were clenching your teeth so hard, it’s just the thought of you failing really hurts your ego. Especially that your family is known for being the smartest politicians in South Korea.

“Just don’t get in my way! This is my final warning.” was all you said before stomping away from the library room.

Doah is left sad and confused.

While doing your extra homework in the classroom before the class starts, you can’t focus anymore.

You were so stressed. You don’t know how to tell your parents that you got disqualified; disqualified from FIVE competitions. It’s like a prank! God, your parents are going to be so mad about this.

You didn’t even notice that Doah is staring at you, wondering what you’re so stressed about.

You were going to get your sandwich from your bag, but then a gift fell. You picked it up, and it also has a letter attached to it.

Now you have a secret admirer. You don’t even need this and it feels like your problems are piling up. After being disqualified from your beloved competitions, someone is annoying you now with gifts.

You don’t even prioritize or have the thought of being in a relationship, you just know that it will distract you from your studies.

The letter says:

“Don’t be angry, please. It doesn’t suit your pretty face ♡”

The fuck is this nonsense?

When you look up, you see Doah looking at you and then she quickly turns the other way. What? Is she plotting now on your downfall?

You didn’t even bother opening the gift. You just threw it to Dayeon, who was laughing with her friends, that caused a scene.

“What’s your problem?” Dayeon asked you.

You weren’t afraid of her, especially that your parents are her dad’s boss. Even if you're one grade lower than her, you're basically untouchable against her.

“I don’t want to be in your sick games. So stop annoying me!” You told her that left her dumbfounded. Because of your frustrations lately, you were like a ticking bomb.

Dayeon only took the gift and just sat down on her seat, she doesn’t want to get in trouble because of you.

When you look at Doah, she exits the room. She seemed sad, you don’t know why and you don’t want to know why.

Days had passed after that incident, you calmed down already and decided that you’re just wasting your time being angry.

You still kept receiving gifts. You figured out it wasn’t Dayeon just pranking you because what you’re receiving are expensive hard bound books. How does this person even know that you really like the books that you received?

All of those thoughts vanished when…

Another yet again, a disqualification paper you received from your homeroom teacher.

You swear on your life that you were going to kick Harin. You’re so confused that the school is getting you signed up for competitions then allowing you to get disqualified. It made you feel like you were going to cry.

You waited till the class was over for the day to have a sincere talk with Doah.

When the last bell rang for dismissal of the class for the day, you quickly hurried to Doah's lair. The library.

You locked the doors when you got inside of the library room. Doah just stared at your actions. It seems like she was nervous.

“Yes, Y/N?” This is the first time in a while you heard her say your name. You felt soft hearing your name from her heavenly voice, no, wait, you were angry about her destroying your reputation.

You dropped down your bag then walked towards her, “If you have a problem with me kicking your ass in competitions then you have to study hard! Not disqualifying me! Play a fair game!” you said as you threw to her face the disqualification paper you have.

Doah uncrumpled the paper, she read the contents of it. She looked at you as if she was shocked by what you received.

“I don’t know what this is.” was all she said.

You didn’t know what you felt that time, she was acting as if it wasn't a big deal. You want to release your anger at her.

Without thinking, you practically jumped at her. She was sitting on a spacious couch, you grabbed her wrist and made her back fall against the couch.

You were on top of her.

She looked like as if she was blushing from this encounter.

You wanted to smack her face so hard and you lifted your other hand to do it, until…

She quickly got a hold of your hand that was lifted and she made you fall down against the couch. She’s on top of you and is in control now. She was holding you really hard and you were struggling against it. You didn’t know that Doah is this strong enough to hold you down.

“Let go o–f me!” you said flustered because of the current position you two are in.

“Y/N, calm down.” Doah said as she was scrutinizing your face.

You were struggling so hard, you were trying to kick her but she’s seated on your waist. You’re just trying so hard to get away against her hold.

Out of nowhere, she joined your arms together above your head and she held it in with her one hand. Wow, she is really strong.

“Ah!” You accidentally made a sound that sounded like a moan… You were so embarrassed.

Not gonna lie this position somehow made you a bit horny, but anger still resides in you.

“Y/N, stop. I don’t want to do this.” Doah looked at you, with lust? What?

“H–huh?” You said getting weaker as you still struggle against her hold.

Doah suddenly held your face so it was stable enough for her to kiss you.

She leaned it, centimeters away from your lips, she hesitated.

You were astonished; can’t even comprehend what’s happening. Your feeling of angriness felt like it was gone now. You didn’t even think about it and you leaned in to continue what she was going to do.

She’s kissing you. What are the odds of someone kissing their rival?

It felt like the two of you were kissing for hours. She was using her tongue while the both of you were kissing, you didn’t even know how to kiss.

She suddenly removed her other hand from your wrists and that freed your arms. Her now free arm goes straight to cupping your boobs.

She stopped kissing you and started to open your school blouse.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, D–oah! You suddenly yelped when she attacked with kisses your boobs.

“I’ve liked you for so long, Y/N. I don’t know what you’re so angry about.” Doah whispered to your ear as she cupped your clothed pussy.

“A–ah!” you reacted to her touch because you’re so sensitive.

Before you could protest, Doah quickly removed your panties and dived into your pussy.

“You taste so good, Y/N.” Doah murmured under her breath. She lazily played with your clit as she licks and sucks.

“D–oah, hhnng!” you struggled against her hold on your waist as she ate you out. All you could do is to hold onto her hair. Doah is very skilled, you don’t even know how she learned this. You thought she’s just a little innocent girl. Behind those glasses, she definitely did hide something. You try your best to ignore the feeling of pain in your heart when you realize that she practiced a lot.

As time goes by, she gets rougher and rougher. All you could do is to wrap your hands through her hair and push her farther to your core.

“Mm-mmh! I’m c–close!” you tried to shush yourself but were unable to do it because of the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling.

“Let go for me then.” Her vibrations through your core is what sent you to your earth-shuttering orgasm you’ve ever had.

As you rode out your high, she still ate you out. When you felt you’re overstimulated, you stopped her.

You laid in exhaustion. Doah looked at your features; red puffy face, swollen lips from the kiss, and your chest heaving from the orgasm you received from her. She felt proud and contented that her long time crush rival, is fucked out because of her.

“What was that?” you asked her, breathless. She only smiled at you, that smile again.

“Are you okay?” she asked as she was reaching for your panties when an idea suddenly popped out of your head.

You practically jumped onto her, again. This time though, she didn’t fight back anymore and only smiled at you. She must have known this is coming because you, her rival, wouldn’t take a loss.

As you unbutton her blouse, she smirked at your actions, “Are you sure you know how to do this?” she asked you that caught you off guard. You in fact have not topped anyone before.

“Of course, I know!” you said; pride faltering.

“If you say so–Ow!” You bit her neck as you were groping her boobs. That would shut her smart ass mouth, you thought to yourself.

Your heart beats faster as you go lower and lower and lower to her body. You haven’t eaten out or fingered a person before. You are definitely regretting not lowering your pride over this.

“Are you sure you have done this before?” Doah asked you with a concerned look from her eyes. You didn’t realize that you’re just staring at her skirt.

“I h–haven’t actually…” You awkwardly answered.

“I’ll teach you then, don’t worry. Continue what you’re doing.” Doah answered you with a warm smile.

You breathe shakily as you remove her panty. When you look at her pussy, you realized that she’s wet, like really wet. You were proud that you turned her on so much.

“Y–you’re wet.” You told her out of excitement that you felt.

“Of course, it’s because I have been dreaming of this for the longest time. Now, please do it.” Doah asked you as if she was annoyed. Wait, she has been dreaming of this? What?

Your thoughts cut short when she shoved you to her core. You started to lick her from up and down, not knowing what to do. You remembered from one of the videos that you watched a long time ago to suck and that’s what you did, which earned a loud moan from Doah.

She moaned because of you!

“Li–ke that! Continue that, baby– Oh!” Doah whimpered. Oh, that sounded like heaven for you. You have to please her like that again.

You detached your lips from her pussy, which earned a whine from her. You then kissed her with lust intent on your mind.

“Insert it, babe.” Doah whispered when you pulled out from the kiss and saw you hesitating on what to do next.

“I’ll guide you.” Doah said as she guided your fingers to insert it to her pussy. For the first few minutes, she controlled your hand. When you got the hang of it, she removed her hand and proceeded to intertwine her hand with your hair.

“S–so good, babe. You sure you haven’t done this before?” She teased you as she was struggling to say it out loud because of the pleasure you’re giving her.

“Shut up, smart ass.” You told her to make it look like you’re dominating her. She let out a tsk. How stubborn you were in her eyes.

“Close, baby!” Doah moaned more loudly this time, indicating that she is feeling really good and so close to climaxing. You just enjoyed the moment that you were really topping her, who knows that the both of you end up like this.

You continued doing what she had taught you and you started kissing her boobs again, leaving marks.

With a last long, loud moan of your name, you figured she finished and let her ride out her high. You noticed that her arms go limped after doing it with her, which had you concerned.

“Are you okay?” you asked her, you felt your heart flutter when you saw her fucked out face. You have completely forgotten why you were here in the first place and instead you were wondering to yourself if Doah really likes you?

“Yes. Thank you, love.” She’s kept using endearments that made your stomach go wild over it. Instinctively, you rolled your eyes when you heard her say it.

“One more?” she said as she was sitting up, ready to top you again.

Used to be fighting who’s on the top of the competitions. Now, competing who’s going to be on top between the two of you. If you know what I mean.

“Are you out of your mind? It’s late. We should head out or else they’ll be suspicious of what we’re doing.” You said with your bitchy attitude again.

“Right, let’s eat out then?” Doah asked you, with her puppy eyes. She’s so adorable that you can’t deny it anymore, plus she wore you out so this could compensate for the tiredness you were feeling.

“Alright, your treat.” You said as you were starting to dress the clothes she disregarded earlier.

“So, are you the one who’s giving me books?” you asked her to mask out the silence.

“Oh, yeah. I hope you liked it.” Doah smiled at you and stared at your face.

“How do you know that I read those kinds of books?” You asked her genuinely.

“Well, I might have looked at your wishlist.” Doah answered you shyly.

“Stalker.” You retorted, which earned a giggle from her.

You were ready to walk out of the door when she said something out of nowhere.

“So, I guess I proved that you’re not that smart?” Doah asked you. It made you confused.

“Huh? What?” Is she making a joke? You thought to yourself. Doah delivered that joke so dry that you can’t understand if she’s joking or serious.

“You didn’t know how to top before.” Doah told you with a smile, gosh. Why is she always smiling around you? She’s so cute!

“Whatever! At least I topped you.” You said as you rolled your eyes at her.

You were walking out of the school building hand in hand because Doah asked you to and can’t bring yourself to reject it.

“Had fun?” Harin suddenly popped out of nowhere, making you flustered and surprised.

“What do you want?” You answered, getting protective over Doah.

“You should thank me, I’m the one who set this all up.” Harin replied, making you speechless. So, was this her plan all along? Making you disqualified and making it look like it was Doah’s fault so that you’ll confront her?

Wait, Harin knows Doah likes you?

“I’ll go home now, and Y/N…” Harin suddenly got serious and closed in the space between the both of you, it made you nervous.

“If you hurt Doah, I’ll make you regret it.” Harin said before walking out and leaving the two of you alone.

“Y/N, let’s go. Don’t worry about her, she’s just concerned because we’re close friends.” Doah reassured you.

She held your hand again as she led you to her personal car to go to a ramen shop.

So, Harin was the one who's sabotaging you, so you would confront Doah about it. It was all planned. You're not complaining, though!

Haven't posted for a while! I hope you enjoy it, guys! Send request^^

I'm currently writing a love triangle between Suji & Harin. Wait for it guys!

[eveletii]

Become the Bard!

Follow in the footsteps of the most prolific bard of all time in this mini version of the classic Legacy Challenge, that will stir up drama in your game! Give the classic Shakesperian tales your own spin and live out epic stories of love, comedy and tragedy in The Sims 4. It's going to be worthy of a standing ovation!

In total there are 5 Generations in this challenge, each representing a different Shakesperian play.

The official hashtag for the challenge is #ShakespeareLegacyTS4. Break a leg!

Overall Rules

Lifespan: Normal

Cheats: Allowed only when setting up scenarios

Recommended Mods: UI Cheats Extension e MC Command Center.

Necessary Packs

Lovestruck

Growing Together

Cottage Living

Horse Ranch

High School Years

StrangerVille

Get Famous

Recommended Packs*

Seasons

Nifty Knitting

My Wedding Stories

*These packs are not required to complete the challenge, but can add to the storylines.

❝You grew up wealthy, with a big happy family. There weren’t too many rules, except for one: the sims across the street are not to be befriended. But you were never one to follow rules anyway... Especially when one of the neighbors is so cute...❞

❤✧✦✧❤

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Lovebug, Family-Oriented and Gloomy

Career: Romance Consultant

✧ Complete the Soulmate aspiration (or die trying!) ✧ After that dramatic beginning to your love story, you sure have a lot of advice to give. Monetize it by maxing the Romance Consultant career! ✧ Be the ultimate lover and max the Romance skill by interacting with your partner ✧ Create two households, with 5-8 Sims each. Pick a family to control ✧ Make sure there is at least 1 teenager in each household, they’ll be the main couple ✧ It is important that ALL adults from one household HATE the Sims from the other one, and vice versa! (Cheats may be used to achieve that) ✧ Elope with your partner as soon as you both become Young Adults and then move to a different Neighborhood or World ✧ Have only 2 children, twins or close in age ✧ Have a date night with your partner once a week. (You may do it on random days or create custom holidays using the Calendar)

❝You’re not easy. You know that. Your sibling knows that. Your parents know that. A smarty-pants with a temper, with too many ideas and too little patience. But does that mean you can’t find the one? If your parents did it, so can you, right? I mean, not that you’re looking for someone. Or... are you?❞

❤✧✦✧❤

Aspiration: Best-Selling Author

Traits: Hot-Headed, Bookworm and Romantically Reserved

Career: Politician

✧ Complete your aspiration and become the best-selling author on the San Myshuno Times! ✧ You have a lot to teach the world, but the world has one thing to teach YOU: kindness. Join the Politician career and max it, through the Charity Organizer branch ✧ Soften your edges by maxing the Charisma skill ✧ Develop a DIFFICULT dynamic with your family during your teenage years ✧ You can only date once you become a Young Adult ✧ Go on 3 failed dates before finding The One ✧ Have only 2 kids, both girls. (Cheats may be used to achieve that) ✧ You must get married when on Level 4 of your career, and then pick the Charity branch ✧ Work slowly on your charisma skill throughout your career.

❝A free-spirit with a heart of gold, you knew what you wanted from an early age, and left your home to run a wool farm, filled with sheep and llamas. You and your younger sister are two peas in a pod, even though you two are polar opposites. You, a tomboy, her, a princess. Once she graduates high school she comes to live with you at the farm. You thought it’d be just you two forever... That’s when a cute local comes along...❞

❤✧✦✧❤

Aspiration: Country Caretaker

Traits: Animal Enthusiast, Socially Awkward, Rancher

Career: None

✧ Be the pride of Finchwick Fair by completing the Country Caretaker aspiration ✧ You must NOT join any careers throughout your life, and all the money you make must come from the farm ✧ Get first place at a Finchwick Fair competition at least three times in your life ✧ Show off your country skills by maxing the Gardening and Cooking skills ✧ Get at least Level 5 on the Cross-Stitching or Knitting skills (if you have Nifty Knitting) ✧ Become BFFs with your little sister as children ✧ Move out of your parents’ home as a teenager, half-way through high school to start your farm in Henford-on-Bagley (Start small, taking little money from the original household with you. Dropping out of high school or not is up to you) ✧ Have only 2 kids, both girls. (Cheats may be used to achieve that) ✧ You must date and marry only Sims from the world you live in ✧ You must marry at the end of your late Young Adult days/early Adult days ✧ You can only have ONE child ✧ You must use the Simple Living lot challenge in your home lot

❝Marriage? Never! You’ve had a serious partner once, and let’s just say it didn’t go well, and it gets worse! After all, exes are forever. You two bump into each other all the time and the fighting is endless. Could all this hatred just unhealed wounds from your love story gone wrong, or could all this fighting hide something more?❞

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Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Traits: Noncommittal, Self-Assured and Mean

Career: Military

✧ Be the bane of your ex’s existence by completing the Chief of Mischief aspiration ✧ Get to Level 5 in the Military career and then switch to a new one of your choice. Achieve Level 5 in the new career ✧ Max out the Mischief skill and get to at least Level 5 on the Logic skill ✧ Your traits must be acquired in the following order: 1- Self Assured, 2- Mean, 3- Noncommittal ✧ Date only ONE Sim as a Teenager. After much fighting, break up before turning Young Adult ✧ Rekindle the flame and marry your ex as an Adult. Have as many kids as you please ✧ Join the Military career and stay in it until you get married. After that, switch careers to a career of your choice ✧ Start developing your Mischief skill during your teenage years

❝A creature of romance and drama, you were born to love and to shine on and off stage. Your life is the most daunting story in your family to date. But that’s probably because this Challenge doesn’t include The Scottish Play.❞

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Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Traits: Romantic, Creative and Erratic

Career: Acting

✧ Master the Serial Romantic aspiration and win (and break!) a lot of hearts ✧ Reach the top of the Acting career ✧ Get to Level 10 on the Mischief, Romance and Acting and at least Level 5 in the Charisma skill ✧ Have a close relationship with your parent who was the past generation’s heir and develop a Jokester family dynamic with them ✧ Date A LOT and from and early age, but only get engaged once. During the wedding ceremony, leave your partner at the altar ✧ Children are allowed, but not mandatory ✧ Begin developing the Mischief skill with your parents

[spiderwarden]

when I say 'her life in menzobarranzan ' I don't want you to JUST picture the graceful tactful politician and rebel hunter that she was.

i want you to imagine Minthara as the playboy she also was, the stereotypical child of mommy's riches who spends their days partying and having sex with men and women, and being up to her EARS in cunt and cock. Coming down to the family breakfast table, hungover, naked under a robe, and lighting a canon equivalent to a cigarette and she reaches for the toast. In some cases covered in blood if her lover from the previous night tried to kill her. Known every bit as the pleasure party lover, party animal she was. Eyes scrunching and rubbing her temples because mom is giving her hell again for not focusing on anything else BESIDES cock and cunt.

[geminipixels]

2010's Billboard Top “Songs” Family Legacy Challenge

1 decade of music hit's + 10 top charting songs + 10 generations = Musical legacy for the Sims 3.

Welcome to my first Legacy challenge rules made for the Sims 3. Even though the game is 15 years old, it still has an active community that loves a good challenge. This legacy challenge was inspired by how I typically play my own generational gameplay and, of course, Music. Since music is a very broad theme, however, I chose a decade to really base the legacy around that I was well familiar with: the 2010's. And thus this legacy challenge was made in a span of a week, with hours of researching billboard charts, listening to songs, interpreting song lyrics and translating it into the Sims 3. So whether you're looking for a new challenge to play, a music lover or just wanna spice up your gameplay, feel free to play this challenge I created.

Generalized Rules:

This is written as a 10 Generation Legacy Challenge. However, don't feel obligated to play it strictly as it was written. I based the generations based off the decade and chronologically ordered by the year. You are welcome to play only 3 generations, 5 generations. Mix and match generations. Play from Gen 1 to 5 or 5 to 10. It's your game, so play the way that make's it the most fun for YOU!

Each generation is tied to a specific song and artist. I decided to pick the song that charted the most weeks on the billboard for every year, as multiple songs charted as hits or made it to #1 spot, and even came close to 2nd as the Hit song for that year. So if you don't like a specific artist or song, feel free to skip said generation.

This was not made with Base Game compatible (Sorry.) When making the challenge, I tried to use traits and make rules that closely resembled the meaning behind the song. So if you don't have a certain pack or feature, it's okay to skip it or find a way to replace it.

I highly encourage the usage of Mods that enhance and optimized gameplay.

Cheat with Moderation. The aim of this challenge is to ultimately have fun and enjoy gameplay. Cheating is permissible if it correlated with the story. Cheating for a house at the start of each generation is fine, or for Twins during a pregnancy is 100% allowed. But avoid excessive money cheating or cheating skills.

Try to use at least 3 of the recommended traits. Completing every Goal isn't required, but mainly there as a guideline for story-telling. And Optional goals are 100% optional and for added challenges or gameplay.

Most importantly: Have fun and take creative freedoms with this challenge. I wrote it to be as open-ended as possible in terms of heirs and lovers. If some generations seem similar in your opinion, feel free to tweak the story to spice it up more or mellow it down.

Feedback is always welcomed. And if you do play this challenge, feel free to "@" me or post it under "2010's Billboard Family Legacy Challenge".

Generation 1: Tik Tok by Kesha

“Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'ma fight un'til we see the sunlight.”

You were always the life of the party and natural social butterfly. Your family always judged you for being too “Free-sprinted” or “Outspoken”, but you were unapologetically yourself. You stood out from the crowd, were always confident, carefree and had no shame in having a good time. Despite what your family says, your friends all love you, and you're a natural inspiration to those you meet. Even with waking up with a hangover every morning or with unfamiliar faces, you're a natural leader and the creator of your destiny. Traits: Party-Animal, Charismatic, Social Butterfly, Friendly and Rebellious

Goals:

Have a bad relationship with any family/ Move to a new town away from relatives

Have at least 2 best friends and 5 good friends throughout your whole life.

Have a career that involves leading or being around people (Education, Military, Business, Politician…) or be self-employed and become your own boss-babe.

Must hook up with your future lover or spouse before officially dating them.

Spontaneously get a Tattoo and dye your hair halfway through YA. And again in Adulthood.

Go clubbing with your best friends every weekend.

Master the Charisma Skill and at least 3 skill challenges.

Optional Goals:

Throw a party at least once a week.

Master Mixology or Nectar Making skills as a side hobby.

Buy at least one club in town and rename it after yourself.

Name all your children after your favorite club drinks.

Generation 2: Rolling in the Deep by Adele

“We could have had it all… Rolling in the deep. You had my heart inside of your hands… And you played it to the beat.”

You were always the sweetheart of the family. Good-spirited, nurturing and very giving. You were always there for everyone and supported everyone around you, putting others before yourself. But you’d never expected for your Kindness to be taken advantage of by the one you loved most. Before you knew it, your perfect fantasy of a perfect family and happy marriage was taken before your eyes. After the Betrayal, you vowed to never be taken advantage of again and took matters into your hand. Traits: Nurturing, Perfectionist, Hopeless Romantic, Good, Shy

Goals:

Have a high relationship with Parents and Siblings.

Aim to be the perfect child of the family; Making Honor Roll, be Valedictorian, Joining after school activities

As a teenager, get into a relationship very early with a sim from a wealthy family.

As a YA, move in with a lover and get engaged quickly. 

Before wedding, find out lover is cheating on you with another sim. Immediately break off relationship.

Uh-Oh, there was an unexpected pregnancy. You keep the baby but raise them without then knowing their other parent.

After your tragic heartbreak, you decide to ruin your exes' life as revenge.(Up to player’s interpretation).

Be a strong example for your child. Reach the top Level of your desired Career and Master 3 Skills.

Optional Goals:

After the breakup with your high school sweetheart, you have a villainous era: Change two traits any of the following: Unflirty, Workaholic, Grumpy or Mean-spirited.

You give love another chance later in Adulthood and get into a relationship once you reach level 8 of your career.

You always wanted a perfect family but never got the chance: Adopt/foster 2 additional children.

Generation 3: Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye

“But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.”

Your whole life has felt like a mystery. As if you were cursed almost and nothing felt real. You never knew your other parent, your friends always seemed to disappear and occasionally, you even questioned if you knew yourself. Maybe it’s all in your head. Or Perhaps life enjoys playing a cruel joke on you. Are you the problem? Traits: Perceptive, Genius, Erratic/Insane, Unstable, Brooding

Goals:

Have a close relationship with your single parent.

As a child, make a best friend you always hang out with and visit, then never see them again after aging up until a Teen.

Never have a relationship with your other biological parent until teenage hood.(Or find out the truth of what happened between your parents.)

Master the Logic and Writing Skills.

Master a job in Law enforcement ( Private Investigator, International Super Spy or Forensic Scientist)

Have 3 failed relationships throughout your life. One of which results in a happy little accident.

Your Friends are always seeming to disappear; never maintain multiple friendships.

As a YA reunite with your long-lost best friend. Rekindle your relationship and get married. (Can have more children)

Sometime in your early Adulthood, your spouse mysteriously abandons the family at night and never is seen again.

Optional Goals:

Turns out your best friend from childhood was an occult (Marry an Occult sim)

Write only Mystery Novels based upon your life as a side income.

Just because your life was a mess doesn’t mean you’ll repeat the cycle for your child/children. Spoil and raise your kids to be the very best.

Generation 4: Get Lucky by Daft Punk ft Pharrell Williams

“We've come too far to forget who we are, So let's raise the bar, and our cups, to the stars.”

Well, you certainly have an interesting family history of heartbreak and mysterious tragedy? Grandparent had a heartbroken betrayal. Then one of your parents mysteriously left overnight, leaving the other heartbroken and confused.  It seems like your family forgot how to enjoy the little things in life and have fun? It’s a good thing you're around to lighten up your family legacy and “attempt” to break this angsty story. Traits: Lucky, Virtuoso, Natural-Born Performer, Flirty and Good Sense of Humor.

Goals:

Master the xylophone as a toddler and reach level 5 of one instrument before aging up into a Young Adult.

Always have at least 2 romantic interests at the same time when a Teenager.

Work in a musical job, profession, or start a Band with your close friends.

Perform in a club or play for tips every weekend.

Become a 3-star celebrity.

Idolized your future spouse. Date and eventually marry another celebrity/entertainer.

Master at least 2 skills in an Instrument, and reach level 5 in any additional instrument skills.

Optional goals:

Sometime being flirty and lucky leads to questionable choices: Woo-hoo with 5 sims through your whole life.

Travel to Paris at least once in your life. It’s the city of love, after all.

Who said getting lucky was always easy? Be rejected or fail twice with future spouse before finally dating them.

Make a family of prodigies - Every one of your kids must reach level 3 in some instrumental skill before becoming YA.

Generation 5: Happy by Pharrell Williams

“It might seem crazy what I'm about to say. Sunshine, she's here, you can take a break.”

You're a natural ray of sunshine. Always happy, cheerful and positive. Almost as if no-one could bring you down. Your positive outlook on life is infectious, sometimes obnoxiously so. Some people may call you a bimbo or himbo, telling you to get your head out of the clouds and be realistic. But all the negativity makes you smile and spread your positivity more. Whether they like it or not, nobody can put your light out. Traits:Schmoozer, Brave, Loves the Heat, Excitable, and Absent-minded or Easily Impressed

Goals:

As a child, your parents adopted you a furry friend. Become best friends forever with either a Golden Retriever or Orange Cat.

Join any social after school club during your school years. 

Upon aging up into a teen, make a new friend every sim week and maintain at least friend status or old friends.

Travel to Vacation world one summer with your family, and make 3 friends.

Work in a career that involves making people happy or protecting people (Firefighter, Singer, Acrobat, Magician, Lifeguard...)

Marry a sim that shares at least 3 of the same traits as you.

Spoil yourself and your lover at least once a week.

Optional Goals:

Live by the beach or beach inspired world

Collect everything from the summer festival

Master the Athletic Skill and Charisma Skill

Have a Honeymoon in Favorite Vacation world with your lover.

Have a total of 15 friends before you die.

Generation 6: Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars.

“Stylin', whilen, livin' it up in the city Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent Got kiss myself, I'm so pretty”

Everywhere you go, all eyes fall on you. You have a natural aura that screams, “You own the place” or “Look at me”. And the best part is you know it. Not to toot your horn or sound arrogant, but you know the truth-people want to be like you or be with you, you're the model sim after all. And if they don’t like you, you couldn't care less about irrelevant sims. You're not ashamed to live the high life because at the end of the day, you're the best and above everyone else. Traits: Irresistible, Star-quality, Snob, Dramatic, Mean spirited or Evil

Goals:

Have a strained relationship with all your siblings: They were always jealous they couldn’t be on your level.

Be best friends with parents. You were always their favorite child anyway.

Be a trend setter. Work in a career that you're the face of the company or runs the place. / Make money through owning properties or resorts and name them after yourself.

Live in a luxurious home or apartment.

Become a 5-star celebrity. Everyone has to know your name, one way or another.

Own 2 cars worth over $30,000 dollars. You have to show off your wealth around town.

Only date celebrities 3 stars or higher… You can’t be seen with just anybody, with paparazzi lurking.

Have a secret love child behind your lover’s back.

Be Hardly around for your kids. You don’t have time to raise them when you need to keep up appearances and make others love you.

Optional Goals:

Not everyone can handle your arrogance and natural aura - Have 5 “Haters”/Enemies.

Why leave your influence for just now? You're so great that you need to leave your impression in the future as well. Travel into the future and make a Utopia or befriend 3 sims.

People can’t seem to resist you, and you can’t blame them. Have 3 affairs throughout your life and never get caught.

Live in a city world (Or world with city life) and go to the hottest clubs in town every Saturday.

You're a Trendsetter. And you need to spread your influence as much as possible. Master the Charisma and Social Networking skills.

Generation 7: Starboy by the Weeknd ft Daft Punk

“ You talking money, need a hearing aid. You talking 'bout me, I don't see the shade. Switch up my style, I take any lane. I switch up my cup, I kill any pain.”

Your whole life has been filled with stardom, whether you like it or not. You come from a family with an impactful legacy of being influential or in the spotlight. Your parents themselves were high class, wealthy celebrities, leaving you and your siblings to inherit their spotlight while growing up. But growing up in the spotlight wasn’t as glamorous as your parents made it look. Stardom is filled with people praying for your downfall, fake friends, infidelities, no privacy and greed. It’s enough to make any person turn bitter and spiteful. You tried your hardest to reject it, but inevitably you learned to accept your celebrity status. But that doesn’t mean you won’t work hard to expose it, either. You are the Mf**ing Star-sim, anyway. Traits: Grumpy, Ambitious, Hot-Headed, No sense of Humor and Loner or Socially Awkward.

Goals:

Have a negative relationship with both your parents. They weren’t as great as they made the media believe.

As a child, don’t make any friends outside siblings or pets. You don't need fake friends, they only disappoint you.

Spend most of your time as a teenager away from home, either working or in after school activities.

Reach the top level of the Journalism career. Hollywood isn't gonna be exposed by itself.

Try to ruin your reputation twice but fail. People are so shallow and forgive too easily for some reason.

Always maintain a minimum of 2 celebrity stars. It's difficult to erase your family's influence.

Only get into a relationship when reached level 4 of your career. You're not really a people person, but finding love won't hurt?

Have only twins close to end of YA/ Once reached Adult life stage.

Optional Goals:

Expose your parents. Write a best-selling book about your parents' secrets and affairs.

It's difficult to find genuine people in the spotlight who aren't about clout or money. Marry a poor sim with the Good and Loner traits.

Reach level 5 in photography skills and level 6 of Social networking skills.

Have a secret celebrity expose blog that reaches 3 stars.

Generation 8: Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran

This Generation has 2 storylines to pick from

Storyline 1: "I'm in love with the shape of you. We push and pull like a magnet do. Although my heart is falling too. I'm in love with your body."

Growing in a small and tight-knit household, Your parents always allowed you and your siblings to pursue your interests. And from a young age, you wanted to be the very best, just like your grandparents. You had a competitive drive and always stayed motivated. You never understood how other’s could be so content with the bare minimum, like your twin. Furthermore, you two were complete opposites, but you didn’t let your twin hold you back. You strived for greatness and made a few rivals along the way. But it didn’t matter, as you weren’t letting anyone hold you back. Traits: Discipline, Athletic, Daredevil, Adventurous, Loves the Outdoors.

Goals:

Become better than your twin. Become an A student first, Join clubs first, make friends first…

Reach level 4 in Athletic skill before becoming a YA.

Make 3 rivals/enemies as a child and teen. You can’t help it if other people are sore losers.

Go to university with your Twin, and pursue a degree in Physical Education.

Meet future spouse at a college party, who's also pursuing Physical education and have a negative relationship with one another and start a rivalry with them.

Spend time at University trying to be better than your future lover.

Before graduating, you realized you and your rival aren’t that different. Retire the petty rivalry and hookup with them.

After graduating, your former rival and you become a power couple. Join the same career (Athletic, Military, Law enforcement, firefighter) and dominate the ranks together.

Optional Goals:

Get into a fight with your university rival once a week. Rivals to Lovers style.

Get max influence in Jock social group.

Try to get a perfect GPA in University and continue to outdo your twin.

Travel to China and learn the Martial arts. Master the Martial arts and Athletic skill.

Greatness only produces greatness after all. All of your children achieve Honor roll in their child and teen years.

Storyline 2: "Girl, you know I want your love. Your love was handmade for somebody like me. Well, come on now, follow my lead. I may be crazy, don't mind me."

Growing up, you always admired your parents' bravery and talent in journalism and writing. While your twin was constantly trying to be the best, you were the daydreamer. Preferring to stay inside reading books and daydreaming, about finding your soulmate. You didn’t care too much about school nor making as many friends possible, as you were too busy in your imagination painting your ideal life or dating a supernatural. While your twin was too busy being competitive and trying to be on top, you like taking life one day at a time. Why be like your twin a rush everything, when you can go with the flow and have things come to you? Traits: Clumsy, Artistic, Bookworm, Shy, Hopeless Romantic or Supernatural Fan.

Goals:

Have your best friend be your imaginary friend growing up. They were always more likeable than your twin anyway.

Join the book club as a child. Reading eventually inspired you to write your first novel as a teenager.

Reach level 4 of the writing skill before becoming YA. Master the Painting and Writing skills.

Go to university with your Twin, and pursue a degree in Communications.

Fall in love with a student in Rebel social group /Supernatural sim. Something about this sim seems to help you get out of your comfort zone and shell, and eventually becomes your soulmate you always dream of.

Spend the rest of University pinning after the sim and writing small novels based around them in spare time. Before graduating, finally confess your attraction.

After University, join a career similar to your parent in journalism or becoming a self-employed writer or become a film director.

Write only Romantic, Fantasy, and Drama novels based on your Romance with your lover.

Optional Goal:

Name your all your children after your favorite book characters.

Learn and master the Alchemy skill to impress your supernatural lover.

Have a dark academia inspired wedding and home with your Spouse.

Turn your imaginary friend doll into a real-sim.

Reach the max influence of the Nerd Social group.

Generation 9: God's Plan by Drake

"God's plan, God's plan. I hold back, sometimes I won't, yeah. I feel good, sometimes I don't (Ayy, don't)."

Despite having a great upbringing and supportive parents, growing up you always felt like the underdog compared to everyone else. You tried your hardest, and sometimes things failed to go your way. Kids used to bully you in elementary school, in high school you were rejected and left out. But if you learned a thing or two from your family, it’s to never give up. Your parent’s always did say you would reach your potential later in life. Traits: Unlucky, Loser, Overemotional, Eccentric, Commitment issues.

Goals:

Have no friends as child sim, with exception to siblings.

Switch part-time jobs and after school activities frequently. You can never find your true niche.

Have 3 failed relationships as teenager. Everyone seems to never want to give you a chance.

Change something about your appearance every week. (Ex: haircut/color, outfit, etc.). Maybe fitting in will help with being an outcast?

As a YA, move to an entirely new town or go to University. Maybe a fresh start is what you need?

Reach level 3 in logic skill and Level 4 in Athletic skill. This leads you to have a spiritual awaking and tap into your true potential. Change 3 traits to: Lucky and Charismatic and Irresistible.

Reach level 5 in 4 different careers.

Only befriend sims with compatible zodiac signs to yourself.

After your glow up, sims began to treat you differently but you never forgot your past. Become a heartbreaker and break 5 sims hearts.

Adopt or have a max of 2 kids.

Optional Goals:

Turn into a supernatural sim.

Master Inventing skill and invent 3 sim bots. You weren’t perfect but you can aim to make perfection overnight.

Being a heartbreaker is fun. Break a total of 10 hearts or ruin 3 sim relationships.

Never have less that $20k in your household funds.

Generation 10: Old Town Road by Lil Nas X

"Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road. I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more."

Your whole family legacy has been filled with highs and lows. Everyone wanting to make a name for themselves, but getting caught up in greed or power and even lust. But you always enjoyed the quiet and simplicity of life. Who cares about being famous or flashy luxury items? You won’t knock your family accomplishments, and you admire their hardships. But your enjoyment in life came from the purest form of being connected to the land and nature. After all, the most fulfillment in life comes from being connected to your roots right? It’s about high time you leave the city life behind… Traits: Animal lover, Equestrian, Eco-Friendly, Loves the Outdoors, Green Thumb or Technophobe(Extra challenge)

Goals:

Join the scouts as a kid and start a mini collection of bugs, fish, rocks etc…

Your siblings always asked for cars or the newest laptop, but you wanted an animal companion. Have parents adopt a horse for teenage birthday.

Move to the countryside or country inspired world as YA, away from family. You love them to bits, but you need a breath of fresh air.

Make a living by being a Farmer, Equestrian, Angler, or Gather. Complete related aspiration as well.

Always have a Horse and a cat/dog in the household. You just love yourself some furry friends.

Marry a fellow Animal lover and Green-thumb sim. Birds of a same feather do flock together.

Compete in the Horse races at least once a week.

Master the Horse Riding Skill.

Have 5 children. You always wanted a big family filled with happy children and animal companions.

Optional Goals:

Master Fishing and Gardening Skill.

Have all pets master pet related skills before death.

Live off the grid. Don’t have any electronic-based entertainment objects in your home. Rots the brain.

Name your kid’s nature-related names.

Embrace the traditional lifestyle. Grow all your produce for meals on your farm (With exception to meats/Winter time)

Build your own ranch or cottage from the ground up.

[scotianostra]

Thomas, Lord Erskine was born January 10th 1750.

During his lifetime he became Britain’s foremost advocate, through his defence of people accused of treason and corruption, nothing changes with politics does it!

His defence of Thomas Paine, accused of high treason for his work, The Rights of Man, cost him his position as Attorney General to the Prince of Wales. Later, Erskine totally alienated George IV by defending Queen Caroline against the king’s attempt to deprive her of her rights and title.

Rather go into all the boring education, career stuff I will focus more on the man, the character, for I think Lord Erskine was a bit of a character, he had a favourite dog with him at all his consultations in Chambers a favourite a large

Newfoundland dog called “Toss”. He taught it to sit upon a chair in chambers with his paws placed before him on the table. Erskine would put an open book before him, a wig upon his head and one of his advocate’s bands around his neck. What his clients thought of this exhibition we do not know, but it is unlikely that they would have forsaken him for another counsel.

He was obviously an animal lover a dog he kept by him was one he had rescued from some boys in the street when they were about to kill it. Later, on March 2, 1811, he sent a bitch to a fellow peer with a note to say that, “her name is Lucky and may all good luck attend your Lordship”.

He also had a pet goose which followed him about in his grounds, a macaw and a great many other dumb friends. He even had two special leeches which he believed had saved his life when he was ill and which he called his “bottle conjurors”. These he kept in a glass and, he said, he gave them fresh water every day and had formed a friendship with them. He would often argue the likely result of a case on how they swam or crawled.

Erskine said he was sure they both knew him and were grateful to him. They were called “Home” and “Cline” after two celebrated surgeons with quite different dispositions. He amassed the company at a party given at his villa in Hampstead, near “The Spaniard’s Inn”, by talking about his regard for animals and, in particular, those to whom he was attached. He then produced the leeches in their glass which he placed upon the table. It was impossible, however, wrote Samuel Romilly who was present, “without the vivacity, the tones, the details, and the gestures of Lord Erskine, to give an adequate idea of this singular scene”.

He introduced into the Lords a Bill for the prevention of malicious and wanton cruelty to animals, saying that it was a subject very near to his heart. Disgusting outrages, which he said

“were too painful to describe, were being perpetrated upon animals whilst the law did nothing. This was because animals were considered only as property. They were entirely without protection from cruelty and they had no rights. Yet man’s dominion over them was not given by God for their torture but as a moral trust.

Nature had provided the same organs and feelings for enjoyment and happiness to animals as to man – seeing, hearing, feeling, thinking, the sensations of pain and pleasure, love, anger and sensibility to kindness. Such creatures might have been created for man’s use but not for his abuse. Towards them, as in all other things, men’s duties and interests were inseparable. Extending humanity to animals would have a most powerful effect on men’s moral sense and upon their feelings and sympathies for each other.”

When the speech was published as a pamphlet, its editor suggested in the Preface that it should be introduced to families and schools and deserved to be circulated “among the lower classes of society by the clergy, and by all moral and pious persons’.

When the Bill was in its Committee stage, Erskine pointed out that during his 30 years of Parliamentary life he had never before proposed any alteration in the law. He still had no wish, he said, to link a statute with his name; he had a better motive. If the Bill were enacted, it would not only be an honour to the country but would mark an era in the history of the world. In the event, the House of Commons proved not to be ready for animal rights and the Bill was defeated but eventually went through in 1809.

Lastly and briefly, perhaps our Lord Erskine was also a wee bit of a romantic, he survived his first wife, Frances, she passed away in 1805 after 35 years of marriage, on October 12, 1818 he married Sarah Buck in Gretna Green, he was 20 years her senior.

It is said he never missed a day in court and led a very healthy life but in 1823 Erskine set out by sea on a visit to Scotland with one of his sons, hoping to see his brother the Earl of Buchan. But he became ill with a chest infection on the journey and was put ashore at Scarborough.

He managed to travel to the home of his brother Henry’s widow in Almondell in West Lothian, where they were joined by the earl. He died at Almondell on 17th November 1823 and was buried in the family burial-place at Uphall in present day West Lothian.

[ratsoh-writes]

Are there any particularly prominent/prestigious schools/colleges In Ebott? If so, what are they like?

Dhdhdhhdhd that sounds like a wonderful worldbuilding post!!!

Ok ok, it’s time I started making up some colleges

So ebott still mostly follows a trade/apprenticeship system. Skilled monsters will choose a number of apprentices, and after a set amount of time and a test from three other skilled monsters in the same field, they receive their own certificate. However this isn’t feasible in every field. It’s perfect for hands on jobs like wielders, construction workers, farmers and chefs. But for jobs like doctors, teachers, and historians where it’s research heavy, they need to go to school!

Dreeemur department of education: the main college in ebott and the biggest for sure, this college is only a few blocks away from the gold building (state building). It is the most prestigious school in ebott, training up monsters in all forms of magic based research. It creates ebott’s best inventors, politicians, teachers and scientists!

Ferngully school of agriculture and medicine: a passion project of doctors from all AUs, this school is where all prospective healers go. And it’s also the first to host classes purely about humans for those wanting to practice medicine for the humans of ebott. (All human doctors before immigrated in). Some more prominent farmers were recruited to also provide more opportunities for prospective plant and animals lovers. Farm work is busy and it’s hard to find a master of the craft willing to take apprentices outside of family in the agriculture field.

Waterways art college: located in new ebott, this college is purely for the arts and is a stunning place! It’s a passion project by the dancetale royals Venice and swan. The two wanted an official place and after fighting dutchess and zeus for nearly three years over the budget, the college was born.

Temple outskirts: the name is a bit misleading, but the tiny village below the temple of ebott is actually a college! Ebotts historians all want to go here. They offer all kinds of classes and degrees but specialize in teaching, law, history and philosophy.

There are other smaller universities scattered around, but are limited in what they can offer. These four are definitely the largest and most prestigious in the country.

[clownprincehoeshi]

TWISTED DECEPTION - The Characters

Synopsis: Betrayal and manipulation were always a constant in your life. Leading your family’s legacy as a mafia boss is not an easy task and most of the times can lead to losing the ones you love most. You’ve always kept away from love, but even in this dark and unforgiving world it finds you. But it also breaks you.

Pairing: mafia boss Mingyu x mafia boss reader

doctor Seungcheol x mafia boss reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: mafia scenarios, death, gun mentions, blood, cheating, sex scenes, nudity… will post others along the way if needed

Don’t forget to support the writers by rebloging their work! Thank you!

Teaser

Lee Rua

• Mafia boss for the Lee clan

• Known for being stunning and deadly, with a sharp mind

• Her father died a few years back, getting killed by a mysterious assassin

• She was chosen as the leader of the clan, even though Jin is her older brother and a man

• She stays away from the public and the spotlights

• Her biggest enemy is Kim Mingyu. There were rumours that he was involved in her father’s death

Seokjin

• Rua’s older brother

• The public doesn’t know they are related, since Jin changed his family name to Kim and lived in the States for half of his life, away from family affairs

• He just wants a normal life, working at a hospital as a doctor

• He is married and has two kids

Jun

• The right hand on Rua and her best friend

• He met Rua when they were in 5th grade where he saved her from a gang of bullies and are besties since

• Would do anything for Rua, has been in love with her for years

Minghao

• Best assassin in Korea

• His dad used to be best friend with Rua’s dad, who was always there for the Xu family

• He’s the best when it comes to weapons, fighting, planning and finding information

• He always wears a mask when he’s out of the house and nobody except Rua and her men know how he looks like

Seungcheol

• He’s working at Jin’s hospital as a doctor

• Starts a romance with Rua after he saves her

• He keeps his life a mystery

• Hao doesn’t like him one bit

Kim Mingyu

• Mafia boss of the Kim clan

• Him and Rua used to be friends when they were kids, their clans were united when their parents were alive

• He hates Rua now, since the rumours that the Lee clan was involved in his parent’s death

• He’s known for his good looks and for being the most wanted bachelor

• He loves the spotlight, loves to see his face in articles

• He’s bribing a lot of people in power to be on his side

Jeonghan

• One of the best men of Mingyu’s

• He’s pretty quiet and reserved

• Incredibly intelligent and competitive

• He’s called The Man in the Shadows, because that’s his MO. Waits in the shadows and strikes like lightning

• Used to train with Minghao but they lost touch when they started working for the mafia

Joshua

• One of the best men of Mingyu’s

• Him and Jeonghan are called the Deadly Twins and are best friends

• He’s an extroverted guy, always attending events and parties

• Involved with Yoongi’s sister, Jenny

Wonwoo

• Friend of Mingyu, politician. A corrupted one

• He’s a pain in the ass for the other clans

• Smart but arrogant, always making inappropriate jokes with Rua

Min Yoongi

• Mafia boss of the Min clan

• He has a soft cat like face, but a heart of ice

• Would do anything to get his way

• He’s been trying to plant a mole inside Lee clan for years, but it never worked

• Always trying to stir shit up and create chaos

Jungkook

• Yoongi’s little brother

• Pretty chaotic and immature

• Gets his brother into trouble all the time

• Party animal, always seen with a new girl on his arm every other day

• Him and Taehyung are besties

• Sometimes he does the dirty work for the clan

Jenny

• Yoongi’s little sister

• Spoiled little princess

• She is crazy about Joshua and she’s certain Tae is trying to steal him from her

• She hates Rua with a passion

Taehyung

• Yoongi’s right hand

• One word that would describe him: crazy

• He is a cold, calculated asshole

• He likes to attend events and be the center of attention

• He got his eyes on Joshua, finding him kinda cute

• Always gets into arguments with Jenny about Joshua

[theslipperysloth]

It's a Phrase! Legacy Challenge

I wanted to create a legacy challenge unlike any other. As a fan of comedy and jokes, I wrote a legacy challenge based around common idioms in the English language and taking them literally. Sounds fun, right? I’ve never written a legacy challenge before, so with this one being my first, please feel free to give me constructive feedback. This legacy is like my child and I’m absolutely ecstatic to share it with y’all.

Before we begin, here are some basic guidelines : 

All aspirations, skills and careers must be maxed/completed for each generation.

If you don’t like a certain rule or generation, change it! Remember, the goal is to make this as fun for you as possible.

Most cheats are not allowed (things like motherlode, FreeRealEstate on, etc.) except for debug.

You don’t have to start on the first generation, you can start with any of them, but you are encouraged to follow the generations chronologically after (trust me, it makes more sense that way).

Let loose and have fun! Happy Simming!

Generation One - “It’s raining cats and dogs.”

Traits: Gloomy, Dog Lover, Cat Lover

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Career: Veterinarian

Skills: Pet Training & Veterinarian

Rules:

Start as a young adult and move to an empty lot.

Build a vet clinic on another lot and buy it.

‘Live’ in the vet clinic (your house is connected to the clinic).

Marry one of your patient’s owners.

Have only one child.

Generation Two - "Break a leg!"

Traits: Self-Absorbed, Snob, Mean

Aspiration: World-Famous Celebrity

Career: Actor

Skills: Acting & Charisma

Rules:

Join Drama club as a child and leave when you become a young adult.

Move to Del Sol Valley.

Achieve five star celebrity status and have an atrocious reputation.

Receive at least two awards at the Starlight Accolades.

Divorce at least three times and have at least one child.

Generation Three - "A bad apple."

Traits: Evil, Noncommittal, Kleptomaniac

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Career: Criminal

Skills: Parenting & Cooking

Rules:

Rebel against your parent as a teen and run away.

Never achieve anything above engaged status in every relationship.

Have at least one child who is the light of your life, be mean to everyone else except them.

Cook apple pies for your family regularly, it's a staple!

Steal things from work occasionally.

Generation Four - "This is a piece of cake."

Traits: Good, Family-Oriented, Foodie

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Career: Baker

Skills: Baking & Charisma

Rules:

Run your bakery on your front yard.

Introduce yourself to every customer.

Marry a regular customer and have at least one child.

Hang out with your friends at least twice a week.

Buy the Marketable reward trait.

Generation Five - "It's like watching paint dry."

Traits: Creative, Perfectionist, Art Lover

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Painter/Freelance Artist

Skills: Painting & Logic

Rules:

Max the Creative aspiration as a child.

Have an entire room dedicated to your artistry.

Spend every date at a museum.

Marry anyone and have at least one child.

Donate all art pieces to a museum when you become an elder (sell them to a collector).

Generation Six - "Work smarter, not harder."

Traits: Genius, Bookworm, Overachiever

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim & Mansion Baron

Career: Politician & Business

Skills: Charisma & Logic

Rules:

Join any after-school activity.

Achieve an 'A' in high school and graduate early.

Marry four times and have at least three children.

Reach the household limit of eight.

Never retire, you work until the day you die.

Generation Seven - "Make waves."

Traits: Child of the Ocean, Loves Outdoors, Clumsy

Aspiration: Beach Life

Career: Conservationist

Skills: Logic & Fitness

Rules:

Complete the Seashells and Buried Treasure collections.

Meet your spouse at a kava party and have at least one child.

Gain fitness skill only through swimming and jogging.

Have the Volcanic Activity lot challenge.

Befriend a mermaid.

Generation Eight - "Beat around the bush."

Traits: Romantic, Dance Machine, Outgoing

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Career: Bartender, Mixologist, Babysitter

Skills: Mixology & Dancing

Rules:

Never woohoo in a bed, always woohoo in a bush.

Cheat on every partner you have.

Have twins from accidental pregnancy, these are your only kids.

Never reach the top of any career, you bounce between a bunch of different jobs.

Host dinner parties constantly and make the best drinks for all of your friends.

Generation Nine - "Call it a day."

Traits: Lazy, Glutton, Slob

Aspiration: Grilled Cheese

Career: None, you're unemployed.

Skills: Rocket Science & Handiness

Rules:

Buy a rocket and build it with your partner's money.

Never cook anything except for Grilled Cheese for you and your kids.

Never exercise or workout.

Spend your days sitting on the couch watching television.

Get divorced by your partner for being too lazy.

Generation Ten - "The show must go on."

Traits: Goofball, Self-Assured, Ambitious

Aspiration: Joke Star

Career: Entertainer (Comedian branch)

Skills: Comedy & Charisma

Rules:

Resent your parents and move out when you become a Young Adult.

Move out with a childhood friend who is an aspiring musician and live together.

Marry them and have at least one child.

Always introduce yourself in a funny way (funny introduction).

Write a book full of all of your best jokes.

In all seriousness, this challenge was so fun to write and I hope that, if you decide to play, you'll find it fun. Thank you to everybody in the Sims community who makes it an amazing place to be a part of.

~ The Slippery Sloth

[constantkwrites]

City of Stars Ch.4 (Officer K x Reader)

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 When Joshi commands K to bite, to rip and tear, K complies.

The walls of the Lieutenant's office are all K’s ever known. He is hers. His Madam shapes him, carves out what little there is of him to take. Empties him and breaks him as she sees fit. K’s kind was never made to complain.

K stands at attention, coat draped over his arm, staring straight ahead.

“I need you to watch the Inspector,” Joshi says, cutting straight to it. Niceties are irrelevant. She’s not waiting for his input, and K knows she doesn’t care for it either way.

K waits. Joshi doesn’t rush.

“How’s her investigation going?” She asks. It’s rhetorical. She already watches her through everyone. 

“Steady. Working through leads.”

“Steady,” she repeats. Her tone is as bitter as the drink in her hand. She stands at the window, staring out at the city sprawled below.

“Do you trust her judgment, K?”

Does he?

K hesitates.

It’s all Joshi needs.

Her laugh is dry and humorless. “She’s reckless. Unstable,” she shakes her head. “Ask her about the replicants. The ones she let go.”

K’s brow twitches. Curiosity.

Joshi eases back in her chair, fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. Her gaze stays locked on him. “She was on her way to lieutenant. Nine years on the force, and they were ready to ship her off to Aurora Prime. Quite the prize, she could’ve been somebody.”

Aurora Prime. The name lingers like a distant dream—warm sunlight, golden and soft. A lover's kiss, blurry summer days. A better life, off-world. 

A world K could never touch.

Joshi’s voice pulls him back. “Do you know why she didn’t make it?”

“No, Madam.”

Her glass glints in the light as she swirls it. "She had a partner. Farhadi. Kept his head down, rose through the ranks. The kind of officer this city rewards. They were going to make him captain, if she hadn’t fucked it all up."

This is not a story he’s heard.

"They were chasing down a group of rogue skinners. Trash that fled from a mining pit. Not the brightest, but slippery enough to get away. They followed them to some abandoned steel mill, could’ve ended it there. But she-” Joshi pauses, the disgust clear, “-hesitated.”

K frowns. “Hesitated?”

“Yeah,” She says. “Had them cornered, and what does she do? Tells Farhadi to stand down. She wanted to talk to them. Reason with them.”

Her hand tightens around the armrest, nails pressing into the leather. “You don’t reason with animals, K. Her orders were clear: retire every rogue. But she couldn’t take the shot when it mattered.” She leans forward, “And Farhadi? His brains ended up splattered across the floor for her little show of conscience.”

K’s eyes narrow, the barest shift. “She said she was cleared.”

Joshi smirks. “Sure, on paper. Politics, sympathy. Call it whatever you want. She resigned to a much lower rank after that and they let her crawl back in. Hell of a way to blow nine years,” she shrugs, as if it doesn’t matter.

The silence that follows is thick. Joshi leans back in her chair, satisfied with the way her words sink into the air. 

K says nothing. He can’t say that he’s surprised, how things turned out for his partner.

“Her judgment is tainted. She hesitated once. She’ll hesitate again,” Joshi says.

She studies K for a moment.

“I need you to tail her. Watch her. Put a tracker on her if you have to. I don’t care how you do it—just keep her in line and report back to me.

“It’s not just the streets, K. The brass is under fire from above. Officers are getting attacked on patrol. Politicians breathing down our necks. This city is a powder keg, one spark away from going up in flames, and I needed this case solved yesterday.”

She slides a small data drive across the desk toward him. “Take this. It's body cam footage. I want you to see what kind of judgment she has.”

K’s eyes drop to the drive, then back up to Joshi. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually picks it up, feeling its weight in his hand even though it’s small.

"Madam," he starts, choosing his words carefully, "I don’t think she’s-"

Joshi cuts him off. "Thinking isn’t your job, K. Following orders is," she barks.

K stiffens.

He’s overstepped. A chill spreads in his chest as her gaze drills into him. “Yes, Madam. My apologies, Madam.”

He doesn’t dare meet her eyes.

The air is thick, suffocating and solid.

Joshi’s eyes are still on him. Unblinking. Cold. She’s staring him down, daring him to make another mistake, to even think about speaking out of line again. There’s nothing human in her gaze.

“Know your place, K. You’re nothing without my orders. Am I clear?”

K swallows hard. "Crystal," he says, though the words feel like glass in his throat.

Nothing without my orders.

She flicks her hand, not even looking at him now. “Get out of my sight.”

K hurries outside. His heart—or whatever he has in proximation of one—stutters with every step.

And he knows, somehow, that this dread in his guts is never going to leave.

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K gets to work the moment he leaves his Madam’s office.

Exhaustion drags at him. It’s been tough—Blade Runner shifts bleeding into assignments with his partner, one after another, without end. K hasn’t seen his apartment in a few days, ever since he was sent to the riot. There have been more protests erupting through the city.

He doesn’t need sleep the way the organics do, but there’s a hollow ache that makes him long for it anyway. He misses the white emptiness of sleep, the brief oblivion of nowhere. He misses Joi. Misses pretending that he’s needed, somehow, somewhere.

He finds his partner at the archives desk, forms clenched in her hands, shoulders tense. The clerk at the desk—Marek Novak, a man with more years on the job than he’s got patience for—is leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, smirking with the kind of look K’s seen a hundred times. You don’t belong here.

K steps closer.

“I already told you, your clearance don’t get you into these files,” Novak says, bored. “You want the case records? File a request. Wait in line like everyone else.”

K sees the tension in posture. She scowls and presses herself against the desk, looming over Novak. “I filed a request five days ago. That’s what this is,” she snaps, shoving the form into the man’s face.

Novak swats the paper away without looking. “System’s a little backed up. Not my problem.” He’s clearly amused by her frustration. “You’re just gonna have to be patient.”

She tosses her badge onto the desk. “I need those files. Now. I’m conducting an investigation, for fuck’s sake.”

Novak doesn’t even glance at the badge. It’s beneath him. “Sure, Inspector,” He pauses, dragging the moment out. “But your business ain’t exactly a priority. And that clearance of yours don’t cut it. So try again next week. Or next month.”

The Inspector opens her mouth to reply, but Novak cuts her off before she can speak. “Look, lady,” he patronizes, “I get it. You think you’re still someone around here. But if you want to get anything done, maybe try playing nice with people who actually have the authority. You don’t. Not anymore.”

The clerk beside Novak snorts and Novak’s smirk widens. He doesn’t even try to hide his amusement. The clerks in the background exchange glances, the faint hum of laughter carrying through the room.

The Inspector’s fingers grip the edge of the desk so tightly that K wonders if she’ll break it.

K can’t help but think about what his Madam told him—about her past, her failures. 

He wonders, is she always like this? So volatile, so angry?

She wears her anger plainly. Wears her bleeding heart on her sleeve.

But then again… she’s never turned that anger on him.

To him, she’s only been—

Gentle.

K scowls. It doesn’t make sense.

Doesn’t make sense how someone who can bite so hard at others keeps her voice soft with him, her words careful. Her touch, light.

Gentle.

The Inspector’s nostrils flare as she glares at Novak, a barely-contained anger simmering in her gaze. Her hands are trembling, and K can tell she’s right on the edge. She opens her mouth to say something, to bite back and gnash and claw-

She stops. She feels a hand on her arm—K, calm and steady.

He steps in, pulling her softly but insistently away before she can even register what’s happening.

K takes her place and flashes the clerk his badge. “Officer KD6-3.7. Clearance A-01. Authorize access to the files immediately.” he says flatly, and Novak’s grin immediately sours. He glances between the badge and K, searching for some hint of weakness. There is none.

“They sending Blade Runners down here for paperwork now?”

K meets Novak’s stare, unblinking. “Stop wasting her time and mine. Hand over the files.”

Novak’s lip curls, but he doesn’t respond. He glares daggers at K. K meets his gaze with the hollow emptiness that clings to his existence.

Novak sneers. His colleagues have fallen silent at K’s sight as well. He glares at K one last time before disappearing behind the rows and rows of archives in the vast library.

Behind K, the silence breaks only with the Inspector’s sharp exhale, heavy with frustration. K glances at her. She presses her fingers to her face, trying to steady herself.

After a few minutes, Novak reappears with a few data drives and some old, paper casefiles. He drops them on the desk with no care, reveling in every little inconvenience he can inflict onto the Inspector.

K snatches everything from the desk. They turn and leave but she moves ahead, her pace quick, tense. It’s not her office she’s heading towards.

The Inspector marches all the way to the terrace on the other side of the building. K follows as she pushes through the terrace doors and steps outside.

The evening air washes over them.

She stops at the railing, looking out over the city. Her hands grip the railing so tightly her knuckles turn white.

She closes her eyes.

Breathe in, breathe out. 

K watches her. Inhale. Exhale. He can see it’s taking effort, that quiet fury still pushing against her attempts to calm. Eventually, her breathing evens out, and her shoulders relax, just a little.

He walks closer, standing next to her. He leans against the railing. 

“It won’t help,” he says quietly.

She gives him a confused look. “Excuse me?”

“Being mad. They want to see you like this.”

Her expression falters. She looks away, popping the collar of her raincoat as if to shield herself from his gaze. She falls silent in quiet shame.

“Don’t give them what they want,” He adds.

The anger that had burned so fiercely moments ago fades. She nods. She crosses her arms and looks out over the city. The lights stretch into the distance, blurred by the smog, as unreachable as her dreams.

For a long moment, she doesn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry you had to see that whole… thing, with Novak,” she says, finally. “It’s not just him. Reed, Takeda, Amari, Fontaine, the lot of them. They don’t exactly keep it quiet.” She glances up at him, her eyes searching his. “What do you know? About me?”

K hesitates.

He remembers Nandez— words thrown carelessly in front of her and K like jagged glass. “This woman killed her last partner, and then some.”. Remembers what Joshi told him about her, just a few hours prior.

There’s a silent pleading to her gaze, an unspoken fear that he might throw it all back in her face, like everyone else.

“Not much,” he says simply. It’s not a lie. Not the whole truth, either. “Just that you’ve had it rough.”

A flicker of relief. She nods, looking down. K is thankful she doesn’t push further.

“Thanks, by the way,” she says, voice quiet. “Feels like you’re the only one who gets me.”

She turns to him, and he sees her radiant smile. Soft and genuine, unlike anything he is, unlike anything he ever will be.

Something hitches in his chest, lodged somewhere between longing and pain. It’s unexpected. He doesn’t understand.

How strange it is, to feel. How strange it is to be anything at all.

The data drive Joshi had given him burns a hole in his pocket. He nods, short and simple. It’s all he can manage right now. He has a job to do, orders to follow.

“Let’s get back to work,” she says simply. Her coat flutters behind her as she turns and walks away, leaving K alone on the balcony.

He watches her disappear into the precinct. The city hums below, restless, alive, consuming, devouring.

He should feel nothing. Feeling is the antithesis of his being. He’s done this before—followed, obeyed, retired without question. But there’s something about her, something raw and frayed that stirs a longing deep within him.

A longing so unfamiliar. So alien. 

So… wanted. Needed.

For the first time, his assignment feels… personal. And that unsettles K in a way he doesn't understand, in a way he isn't sure he ever wants to.

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[marukyubi]

Octobie Week 2: Anarchy Just a little drabble for this week '3 Pairing- Hobie x OC this week 'D (Couldn't squeeze out more. Was planning a drawing for this week but a sudden burst of desire to write has consumed me full and quick.) Brief Background - So, my oc, and her universe is in a type of dystopian world where only the people who are born rich keep getting more and more rich and powerful while the people below will never stand a chance truly, being kept in such chaos so they will never remember, get stronger, to trouble any of the "ELITES BORNS". The elites are tight-knit too, but also have tight rules that they made even their own kinds follow strictly, and very rarely that one survive from the pack if they defined the rules. My oc, Angelina, is born an Elite descendent whose family is kinda a feared outcast. Their family defies rules and even advocates the people who are not elites to defy them as well. Also support and try to make the people's lives and the society better even if it's a little bit (The irony of them being able to resist the elites this strongly is because their family has a long line of private military and the control of weapon trading businesses, which made them an essential among them. But in Angel's father's hand, to simply put how the family business stopped, "You know what. I tried the peaceful path first but you guys killed my *adopted* brother. FUCK YOU AND YOUR MOTHERS. I'm burning you all if given a chance.)

If you see Wayne family refs I took, no you don't-

Also, Angel is a Spidersona who now uses the mantle of prowler more often. She still has her organic webs, and she still uses them to have swinging dates with Hobie- but she doesn't like being associated with spiders (especially Peters) after being killed and resurrected. (Her universe Peter is not really that great. He's one of many main factors that caused her death.) She mainly uses magic weapons like her pa :D

Warning - Vulger words, mentions of violence, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of blood, brief old men yaoi, Hobie might be a bit ooc 'cause I wrote in a rush of creativity(sorry '3), it's (almost) an indulgence oc content

EAT THE RICH It's an old saying that originated from the French Revolution and is used by many people who have taken the mentality of anarchism to this day. EAT. the "RICH". When Hobie said it in front of his lover, and her dad who is a great inventor with such generational wealth but even joined him in the chant, and their family who... support him fully despite their power hold and background? (It's a weird family, he knows it when he gets in head first, but they were kind enough...?) He didn't expect her to take it as literally... "You're telling me..." asks Hobie to Angelina slowly, to take in fully of what he's about to say. "That you killed a bunch of big politicians... and fed the meats to... who!?" "My babies!" Angelina answers with a beaming smile, looking all too prideful to drench her limbs in the blood of said people. "Crowley did not mean literal babies," her brother, Felix, chimes in while working on a project near the conversation, and so does her pa(other dad :D). "We don't accept cannibalism in this household," says her pa as he tries out a new magic spell he had just found from an old grimoire. "At least not with those degraded meats." "Then what babies?" Hobie can't help but ask. "My... babies!" She replies with an emphasized voice as if he will just suddenly get the enlightenment of what she truly means. But she did catch her own mistake quick and pointed at the big aquarium behind him that has a wide variety of colorful fishes. "And hey, I'm not a meanie." She proclaims herself with a huff and a proud grin that is a bit terrifying, considering the situation. "I ground the meat to the softest pulp form I can get and mixed it with their normal diet so they won't get sick from the "treat". I also fed to the strayed animals too, no worries." It rendered Hobie a bit speechless, to hear her say all of this like it's nothing special and/or horrifying process. He's almost used to his partner's uncanny and abnormal thought processes but to see her commit one? She can always surprise him in ways he has never thought possible... "... And the reasoning?" asks Hobie quietly with a sigh. He just can't... help it, like how he fell for this bumbling idiot. And one thing he knows for sure about his love is... she would never do things out of irrational or unjustifiable excuses, no matter how the execution is. She sort of means well, almost always. It's just the acts that weird out the people who weren't around this strange family enough. And she does give him the answer immediately, with a brightening, childish smile. "Those pigs tried to legalize underage marriage in their state for the child trafficking shit they're covering for." "...Blimey, tell me you gave all in to torture those bastards." "Hell yeah! Started with making my men slice their dicks and balls off into thin strands with a bloody dull knife while keeping 'em fully awake."

[lulileetrait]

⸸ cursed; the legacy storytelling challenge

♱ i dont know why i though i would be the exception

; a mistake you commit, a heart you break, a secret you must keep, whatever is the torment in your mind, let them ruin your dreams and your life in this macabre and story-driven legacy challenge, where every heir must keep one simple gruesome tradition: being worse than the one before.

✘ ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

everything in this challenge can be changed as you wish or as you need, the original requires basically all the expansions for it to be completed, so feel free to play it the way you want, it’s mainly a storytelling legacy, the rules and everything are there to help you/ make a bit more fun for gameplay as well; you can play as a legacy or separated stories, your story, your way; the only permanent/unskippable thing is the “choose one” rule, but again, your challenge, your rules; this thing it’s mostly based on corecore tiktoks, but i'm a girls girl so i planned all of this through a women heirs perspective, but the challenge is genderless.

generation 01 - original sin

prompt: you killed someone when you were just a frail teenager. someone you love took the blame for you, giving you the opportunity to run away. but the case was reopened, and the new detective is after you.

rules: master logic and archeology; have six friends and two enemies; have only one child; raise the children out of the city. choose one: kill the detective or marry the detective.

traits: ambitious, paranoid, insider.

aspiration: city native

career: school administrator or salary-person expert

color palette: red and black

generation 02 - sacrificial lamb

prompt: you were raised in a farm by a sinister and controlling family, you crave attention. killing animals was almost like a hobby, nobody taught you how to act, now you need to control everything and everyone.

rules: master all the cooking skills; have 6 partners at the same time; have at least one work rival; have two kids with different partners; return to the farm with only one kid (who’s not the heir) choose one: kill one of your rivals or one of your lovers

traits: foodie, erratic, gloomie

aspiration: villanious valentine

career: food critic or culinary chef

color palette: brown and white

generation 03: soulless model

prompt: you were left by one parent, and you and your sibling were separated for life. you face was a constant reminder of the abandonment, so you searched for adoration from the world, and caught the wrong attention.

rules: master acting and dancing skills; have a room filled with paintings; have only one enemy (the sibling); acquire “refined palate” quirk; complete aspiration; only have kids as an adult. choose one: kill your sibling or let them replace you.

traits: selfabsorbed, perfectionist, overarchiever

aspiration: world-famous celebrity

career: style influencer trendsetter or acting

color palette: blue and grey

generation 04: white dove

prompt: the worst nightmare of a shy person is being pursued by everyone. you tried your whole life to not be perceived by others, but the lust your body exhaled always put you in the worst of problems.

rules: master two instruments skills; master gardening skill; avoid relationships until young adult; get involved with a married person; have a child with the married person; leave the city and raise the kids alone; fall in love when older. choose one: feed a toxic love or kill an innocent one.

traits: unflirty, neat, loner

aspiration: freelance botanist

career: politician charity organizer or gardener botanist

color palette: light pink and cream

generation 05: western devil

prompt: you were a difficult kid, like many others in the small town. not knowing half of your origins was a good excuse for your riot. maybe all of the jealousy hided a scared kid, maybe the scared kid killed the future of the adult you could become.

rules: master fitness and guitar skills; join a gang as a teenager; move three times as a young adult; have a sidekick with “good” trait; be abducted and have an alien baby; at some point, be on a killing spree; never get married. choose one: be betrayed or kill the good guy

traits: jealous, loves outdoors, self-assured

aspiration: bodybuilder

career: manual labor or agent villain

color palette: orange and charcoal

generation 06: replicating human

prompt: an alien left to born on earth, abandoned by their own race, but loved by a stranger. you admire the human condition, but it’s clear that you’re not one of them. you’ll do anything to be like them, you mean it.

rules: master charisma and parenting skill; go to sixam at least one time; have a “enemy to lovers” relationship; write fiction books as a hobby; kill the enemy of your enemy; have at least four kids. choose one: betray humanity or betray your own kind.

traits: squeamish, genius, family-oriented

aspiration: big happy family

career: scientist or astronaut space ranger

color palette: purple and blue

generation 07: chameleon without identity

prompt: growing up in a big family sounds like a dream, but you were lost in the crowd, you don’t remember the sound of your name. who are you? you don’t know, and the lack of identity will be the death of you.

rules: master singing and programming skill; reach the top of the career; leave your home as a teen; have a romantic relationship with all of your coworkers, leave them all; have only one bestfriend; have an atrocious reputation; complete aspiration as elder. choose one: kill one sibling or

betray your bestfriend.

traits: slob, hot-headed, romantic

aspiration: beach life

career: social media public relations or computer engineer

color palette: yellow and black

generation 08: manipulative obsessive

prompt: you are incapable of getting over anything, you feel everything too deeply, you’re obsessed with letting go. as a teen you discover love, a new kind of fuckery! oh, you could never get over love, never.

rules: master painting and pet training skill; have ten lovers, never hate them; be hated by at least six lovers; have a painting of every lover you had; marry as an adult, divorce as elder; complete pet aspiration as elder. choose one: always cheat when married or kill one of your past lovers

traits: lovebug, art lover, glutton

aspiration: serial romantic/ friend of the animals

career: painter patron of arts or interior decorator

color palette: green and red

generation 09: possessed teen

prompt: you had a difficult childhood, with difficult parents, no space was left for you, but something in your head was wrong, not because of the external world, but something inside: you’re born broken, wrong, possessed.

rules: master any skills for the aspiration; steal an item from everyone you meet; ruin all your relationships as teen; only work part-time as young adult; select a career as an adult; marry someone “cheerful”; try to supress evil thoughts; have at least three kids choose one: give yourself a bad ending or to your partner

traits: evil, kleptomaniac, bookworm

aspiration: renaissance sim

career: militar covert operator or law private attorney

color palette: black and lime

generation 10: the jane doe

prompt: a curious kid, always lurking and being nosy, the worst nightmare for a family full of dark secrets. you need to know in what point your family was cursed, or you were just born unlucky? you couldn’t accept it.

rules: master writing and mischief skill; know secrets of at least three friends; get yourself in trouble all the time; always sabotage things; discover a family secret; marry your boss and later get fired (you can get married more than once); complete aspiration choose one: abandon your family or be left at the altar

traits: skeptical, nosy, snob

aspiration: sucessful lineage

career: writer journalist or detective

color palette: peach and beige

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