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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 2 months

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Dinner Date?

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- what happened after boytoy in wonderland?

loud music

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- how tf is Boo not dead yet-

Sweaty love

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- hed so do this to fuck w u

Consequences

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- life is so strange.

More consequences

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- ah yes more of this strange life.

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sit on my face to rest

BETTLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE-

Consequences

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- well if it isnt the consequences of my own actions.

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do you think I give a fuck

Casper gets hospitalized.

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- Charlie is freaking out but hes being supportive the best he can

Charlie NSFW HCs

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- another one thank you

Love bites. (In more ways than one)

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- Chomping on him like a feral dog w a new chew toy

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the devil himself

First kiss

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- MY FIRST KISS WHEN A LIL LIKE THISS

Sunflower remembers!

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- When the yapping pays off (no but fr this is so cute)

Florist Sunflower

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- Betrayed by my lover /jk

My peace and lover

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- Finn got that effect on people

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you need sleep

A loving head bump.

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- oop almost got a concussion

Wedding in Bloom, along with panic

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- Rook is panicking and Auron is like okay but like dw I got this

Goth Rook

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- CORPORATE GOTH AURON W GOTH ROOK

Auron NSFW HCs

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- even more smut bc I'm a freak

Mr. Darcy PT2

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- God he'd do this I love hiimm

Two sides of fame. - Songfic

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- WHAT CHA LOOKING AT BABY IS A MF LEGEND IN THE MAKING

Consequences

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- oh fuck I forgor the consequences

....consequences?

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- god dammit can I do INE THING W/O THEM!?!?

Poetic Rizz

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- Lord help him he started being romantic (keep going tho)

monopoly

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- FUCK THIS WDYM U OWN THE BOARD!?!?

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might be cooked

licking hc

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- He's so do it

emoticons

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- he loves them and emojis

Ideas for Jack

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- I did write these I'm working on pt2

Blue cake

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- this would be so funny

All dolled up.

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- Bittersweet trio nsfw bc holy shit their horny

Panic attacks suck ass.

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- YO FUCK OLD PEOPLE WHO BE MEAN TO CUSTOMER SERVICE PEOPLE!! Bittersweet trio

Goth Listener HC

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- Alphone, Seth and Finn with a goth listener?

Quitting bad habits is hard.

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, Listener was a past drug addict with Alphonse, Seth and Charlie

Sugarboo killed Derek AU

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- oh shit of fuck Boo killed him and time didn't go back

death motif - Boo

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- when Boo was destined to kill him.

Protective older siblings - Mafia family Au

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- just overprotective sibling things

Swaying necks cannot hold a heavy crown. - Royal family Au

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- oh the heavey crown makes heads sway with uncertainty.

Bridgerton Au - All boys

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- I BINGED THE SHOW AND I LOVE IT

Consequences - Boo

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- God damn it boo why didt you tell them?!?!

Consequences - Rook

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- olay but to be fair Rook didnt know it would fuck w him

Rook compared to a succubus

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- this is just fucking funny bc Ayron and rook fuck like rabbits.

Twitter PT22 PT23 PT24 PT25 PT26 PT27

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the town goth

*start's tweaking*

in bed!

MAKE HASTE!!

titties

WHO'S THE BADDEST?

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#red rants #yuurivoice #red's masterlist #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice faust #yuurivoice finn #yuurivoice lucien #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice jack

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sixaus-meaa · 3 months

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Six The Musical as Tweets pt22

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coldresolve · 9 months

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Moneymakers: The Lost Media // Audio + Sharing Is Caring

Masterlist I said I'd have the next chapter finished to end the year on, but I don't, so you get this instead. This is (or will be) a collection of scenes or parts of scenes that never made it to the first draft of Moneymakers, but they’re all still canon things that happened, as far as I’m concerned. I’m probably going to rework some of them into the final version, but for now, they’re collected here. These all take place in “simpler times”, for lack of a better way to put it. Think pre-pt22//Fallout. Content warnings: [Captivity, skewed power dynamic, manhandling/roughhousing, hand gag, fear; alcohol, drugs (weed), smoking, intimidation, sadism, forced physical closeness/intimacy, forced drugging, shotgunning, mild choking, vague rape threats, body shaming but it's towards a skinny guy so you don't care lol.]

// Audio

From the living room, the title screen of a video game plays pensive music, still audible from the other side of the house. The windows showcase the pitch black of the outside; even the hallway, despite being illuminated by the light from the kitchen, is dim enough that Conrad intuitively keeps his hand on the wall as he exits the bathroom. They’re letting him roam the house now, but venturing outside his room carries the risk of the sorts of chance encounters he’d rather avoid.

He's five steps from the door to safety, and a timid relief is already setting in, as it turns out, all too prematurely.

One arm coils around him, pinning his arms to his sides, while his yelp is muffled by a hand firmly clamping down over his mouth. Conrad instinctually fights back at first, revolting at the heat of the chest on his back, panicking.

“Sh,” Renee hisses in his ear, no louder than a whisper. “It’s not like that! Fucking chill, dude, chill!”

Conrad whines into the hand, twisting to get out of Renee’s grip, but when he manages to wrench one arm loose, Renee shifts, pushing him back-first into the wall, hand staying firmly locked over his mouth. Hands pushing at the man’s chest, at his wrists, he meets Renee’s gaze with wide eyes - but he doesn’t look angry, per se. He just looks oddly frantic.

“Shhh!” he hisses again, holding up a finger between them. “Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh.”

Conrad reluctantly forces himself to freeze, breaths coming shaky through his nose.

Renee seems to still too. As soon as Conrad isn’t actively fighting anymore, his gaze slowly drifts to the side, unfocused for a moment. Five seconds, maybe ten, before his eyes snap back to Conrad, and a crooked smile forms on his mouth. “Do you hear that?” he whispers.

Eyes wide, Conrad frowns. It takes him a while before he can concentrate enough to listen more intently to his surroundings. There’s still that music emanating from the living room, and below that, the ambient hum of the house – lights, or maybe the buzz of the fridge, or the wind outside. His own heartbeat, struggling to return to normal. He shakes his head as much as he can with Renee still pressing it to the wall.

Renee rolls his eyes. “C’mere,” he sighs. And he grabs Conrad by the sleeve of his t-shirt to pull him down the hall, only stopping to exaggeratedly press his index finger to his lips when Conrad yelps again.

As they approach the door to Davin’s room, Renee slows down, footsteps silent against the hardwood floor. Instinctively, Conrad mimics the careful way of walking, despite how his body still buzzes with adrenaline.

Renee lets him go to stand opposite him, holds a finger to his lips again, nodding towards the door. “Listen,” he whispers.

Conrad swallows. He uncertainly presses his ear to the door.

Muffled, almost drowned out by the noise from the TV in the other end of the house, or even just Conrad’s own breathing – the faint, faint sound of music. It ebbs and flows, rises and falls to pitches that are barely audible. It sounds like a guitar, but not an acoustic one; it’s sharper somehow, more crisp. Quieter. It sounds like an electric guitar that hasn’t been plugged into anything.

Renee grins wide. “I fucking knew it,” he whispers enthusiastically. “You don’t have hair like that for nothin’.”

Conrad nods awkwardly.

They both listen to it for a bit. Notes cascading, weaving together. Balanced, in a way. The occasional slide upwards, like that thing guitarists do when they push the string up perpendicular to the fretboard. It’s not a song Conrad recognizes, and it’s hard to tell with no other instruments to accompany it, but it sounds refined.

“Do you think he’s ever used it to get laid?”

Conrad blinks. Shrugs noncommittally.

Renee snickers low. He purses his lips for a moment, then holds up a finger again, reaching for the doorknob. Slowly, incrementally, he pushes it down, one eye shut in a grimace as he listens for any tick of the spring.

Conrad takes a step backwards, prompting another eyeroll from Renee.

He opens the door maybe an inch, carefully releasing the handle again. A vertical strip of his face is illuminated by a soft yellow light.

The music is clearer now. Conrad is happy to leave it at that, but then Renee grabs hold of his sleeve again, pulling him in front of himself to peek through the crack, and reluctantly, Conrad lets him.

The only light in Davin’s room comes from the lamp of his desk, in front of which he sits silhouetted, head bowed, hunched over his instrument. He doesn’t move much as he plays, apart from tapping one heel near-soundlessly against the floor, and occasionally nodding a little. Left hand shifting along the neck of the guitar beneath the band of a capo, thumb pressed against the shiny surface. You can’t really see what his fingers are doing from the back, but you can hear it – the notes are clear, and almost brittle. He’s playing with a pick.

Renee lets out a soft snort.

The music stops. Davin hesitates for a moment, then turns his head to the side, face obscured by his hair.

Conrad doesn’t even realize what’s happening before Renee opens the door fully, and a hard push to his back sends him stumbling forward, tripping over himself. He braces his hands on the floor, gasping as he reflexively spins around – only to find the door shut firmly behind him.

He snaps back around again to find Davin now turned in the chair, staring at him, a pick between his teeth, brows raised.

Conrad stares back, too stooped to speak for a solid five seconds, before his brain finally registers that it might be a good idea to say something. “I’m, I’m sorry, I didn’t – I wasn’t—”

Davin eyes him up and down. Then looks at the door. He slowly grabs the pick out of his mouth.

And then he bursts out laughing.

// Sharing Is Caring

In the evening, Renee hauls him out into the living room to play video games again. A different one this time – a puzzle platformer where each one of them is a different robot who can shoot portals to and fro. Unlike the shooting game, Conrad isn’t completely lost for what to do in this one. The controls are easier when there’s no rush in having to aim at things with the joystick. The rules are more straightforward – you just solve the levels, one by one.

He starts out careful. Doesn’t speak up, even when he spots a solution that Renee clearly hasn’t seen yet. Just pretends to be oblivious. There’s a cardboard box of white wine perched on the edge of the coffee table, from which Renee steadily refills his glass. A bag of salted peanuts to go along with it, handfuls of which he nods down at a time. The offer is made early on, but Conrad declines, and Renee doesn’t press.

As the night goes on, Conrad tries to chip in more, uncertainly takes part in solving the puzzles, just to test the waters. To his surprise, Renee seems genuinely excited at that. Teases it out, even, and drops encouraging remarks every now and again.

Despite himself, despite everything, Conrad starts to enjoy it. Thoughts spent weighing the mechanical workings of each level, as opposed to wallowing in his own doom. It feels good to have some kind of human connection that isn’t steeped in violence. Even as Renee’s words begin to slur somewhat, and he seems to take the game less and less seriously. The atmosphere is still good. He’s still just fooling around, making lighthearted jokes.

Even when he suggests they go outside for a bit, Conrad’s alarm bells aren’t blaring. They did that the last time, too, and nothing happened. Why would it now?

It’s much colder this night. Immediately bites his skin on the very first step past the threshold of the sliding glass doors. Been raining from the smell of it, that damp earthy scent. The yard is pitch black.

Renee lets out a whistle as he zips his jacket up, patting the front down over his chest. “Shiiiiit,” he says. “Imagine your scrawny ass, that’s instant frostbite in this fucken’ weather.” He giggles, then steps away toward the right side of the deck, bootsteps sluggish against the wet wood, laces trailing behind him. Stands at the edge, back illuminated, feet spread slightly, and it isn’t until he hears it that Conrad realizes he’s taking a piss and awkwardly averts his gaze.

A dozen or so seconds of exaggeratedly minding his own business later, Conrad hugs himself tight to keep a sliver of warmth, until Renee zips his flyer back up and returns, fishing a pre-rolled joint out of his jacket. The lighter crackles, illuminating his face before the ember has been lit. He catches Conrad’s eye, blowing the first puff of smoke sideways into the wind. “D’you change your mind since last, hm?”

Conrad blinks. “About what?”

Renee takes another drag, then waves the joint between two fingers, raising a brow.

“Oh. Um, no thanks.”

Renee nods, sniffing slightly. He stuffs one hand into his pocket, watching the yard for a bit. And that seems to be it for the topic, until he turns back to Conrad again, brows furrowed. “Have you, like… never been high?”

Conrad shrugs a shoulder uncertainly. “Not… not really,” he mutters.

“For real?” There’s something almost appalled in Renee’s tone, like he’s struggling to conceive of the notion. He takes another drag, watching Conrad thoughtfully for a few moments. And his expression is hard to read in the low light, but Conrad swears he sees the moment when it slides into something more wayward, a glint in the eyes partially obscured by shadow and strands of bleached blond hair. “You should try it,” he says, and it doesn’t sound like a casual suggestion.

Conrad takes an involuntary step backwards. “I don’t, I don’t want—”

Renee rolls his eyes, giggling as he casually follows Conrad’s slow path of retreat. “Don’t be a fuckin’ prude, c’mon.”

Back hitting the outer wall of the house, Conrad swallows. “I s-said no.”

Renee snickers. “Did ya?” And he closes the distance, getting uncomfortably close, so close Conrad can feel the heat of his body, even through the cold. A hand loosely wraps around his throat, the knuckles of his index finger and thumb pushing at the bottom of his jaw, tilting his head upwards, while the palm of his hand pushes his head into the façade of the house. Renee takes another drag, making the ember crackle lightly, and he leans down, face a mere inch from Conrad’s, eyes dark. He blows the smoke out carefully, slowly, towards Conrad’s mouth.

Conrad holds his breath.

The hand around his throat tightens ever so slightly, squeezing uncomfortably around his larynx. He lets out a gasp.

“Inhale it,” Renee murmurs low. Tilts his head to the side for another drag. He’s so close, Conrad can feel the heat of the ember on his cheek.

When he blows the smoke out this time, Renee’s lips aren’t more than a few millimeters from Conrad’s. His breath is heated, and it’s not physically unpleasant, but the proximity makes the bile rise in Conrad’s chest. The looming threat of the fingers around his throat, the revolt in his core. Conrad has to force himself to breathe it in. The burnt herbal scent of it, under which the strong note of alcohol still lingers; the slightly bitter taste makes his stomach lurch. Something catches in his throat on the exhale, and he feels a strong urge to cough, but then Renee’s grip tightens, cuts him off – he barely manages a whine, hands pushing at the man’s wrist.

Renee shoves himself closer, using the weight of his own body to pin Conrad’s to the wall. By chance or intent, one of his legs ends up between Conrad’s, thigh leaning uncomfortably on his crotch. He nonchalantly takes another drag and leans down again, releasing the pressure on Conrad’s throat just to blow more smoke into his mouth.

Conrad shuts his eyes, reluctantly makes himself inhale it again. Whatever he can do to appease the situation, to avoid a more forceful approach. A feeling is spreading in his chest, or his head, it’s hard to tell. A lightness of sorts, a decluttering, mixed with a sense of grounding in his body, like he’s becoming attached to the wall, attached to the patio under the soles of his feet. Attached, in some way, to the hand coiled around his throat. There’s an edge to it. Fear.

“You’re fuckin’ lucky I don’t have a thing for twinks,” Renee murmurs, breath hot against Conrad’s skin. “I feel like making someone cum. I’m very good at that, y’know.” He takes a deep breath through his nose, keenly taking in Conrad’s expression. “But there’s no fuckin’ substance to you, is there? Stick figure ass. You look more fuckin’… snappable. Dry fuckin’ twig.” He hums, tongue sticking out between the teeth of a crooked smile. Brings the joint to his lips again. Doesn’t seem to mind that Conrad’s hands are trembling slightly on his wrist, just ducks down again.

Conrad forgets he’s supposed to inhale, finds himself letting out a soft high-pitched sound instead, one that ends up returning the smoke to sender. It prompts Renee to tighten his grip, leaning heavier against his body, hip digging into his lower abdomen.

“Breathe,” he growls.

Conrad winces, but he does it. Heaves the smoke through the constriction at his neck, feels it catch somewhere in his chest. The world spins on its axis, askew, moving without moving. It’s a new type of fear, one that isn’t as heavy, it’s hard to describe; less like a rhythm, and more like an even tone. There’s a detachment and an uncanny closeness, both equally poignant.

“Do you feel it?”

In his attempt at a nod, Conrad’s chin only hits the back of Renee’s hand. Renee still picks up on it, that’s what matters. He hums, satisfied, and then he lets Conrad go, taking a few steps backwards.

Conrad can’t help sighing out his relief, which quickly veers into a series of involuntary coughing. It takes him a moment to regather his bearings, and he shakily eyes the other, hand pressed against his chest, back still pressed against the wall.

There’s a smug grin playing on Renee’s features. “Not so bad, is it?”

#writing #moneymakers #conrad #renee #davin #the lost media #a tumblr exclusive ig

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erros429 · 5 months

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dungeon meshi textposts pt20, episode 17 edition!! and here were the manga spoiler ones from the earlier textposts :)

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | pt7 | pt8 | pt9 | pt10

pt11 | pt12 | pt13 | pt14 | pt15 | pt16 | pt17 | pt18 | pt19 | pt20

pt21 | pt22 | pt23 | pt24 | pt25 | pt26 | pt27 | pt28 | pt29 | pt30

pt31 | pt32 | pt33 | pt34 | pt35 | pt36 | pt37 | pt38 | pt39 | pt40

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #dungeon meshi textposts #laios touden #toshiro nakamoto #senshi of izganda #marcille donato #chilchuck tims #kabru of utaya #labru #falin touden #farcille #1k #2k #5k #10k #15k

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robinwonder9 · 1 year

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omg! ink is gonna have a dragon... or someone is gonna take the dragon aaway fron ink because it cause a problems to you?

Dragonrider AU PT22

#scobysart #myart #undertale #undertaleau #undertale au #utmv #inksans #ink sans #ask for ink #dragonrider au #utmv comic #utmv au #my au undertale #undertale multiverse

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iamvegorott · 2 months

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Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt22

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Yet another week passed, a peaceful week, well, as peaceful as the Septiceye House could be with Anti always trying to find something fun to do. But nothing too chaotic happened in that week and Marvin had agreed to go out on another one of Jackie’s patrols, wanting an excuse to go to the little bakery and get a sweet treat. It wasn’t hard to convince Jackie to make a stop during his routine for something chocolatey.

“I meant to ask you a while ago, but what other jobs do you do aside from security?” Marvin said after he and Jackie claimed a little booth in the bakery. He had a chocolate muffin in front of him while Jackie had a muffin as well but he also had two cookies and a slice of apple pie that he couldn’t resist getting since it just came out of the oven.

“The security stuff is like my usual go-to ‘cause of my strength.” Jackie took a large bite of the pie, smiling at the flavor for a moment as he chewed. “Does being a bodyguard count as something different?”

“I’d say so. Watching over a location and watching over a person seem very different.” Marvin picked up a fork and used it on his muffin.

“Dude, no.” Jackie stared in disbelief.

“What?”

“You’re using a fork for your muffin?”

“It’s cleaner to eat it this way.”

“It’s a muffin.”

“You’re using a fork.”

“For a pie.”

“Same thing. Dessert forks.”

“I’m going to explode.”

“You’re not going to explode.”

“I’m dying.”

“You’re dramatic.” Marvin loaded his fork again and held it toward Jackie. “You’re not going to die if you eat some muffin from a fork.”

“I can feel my atoms splitting as we speak.” Jackie exaggerated a shiver, noise, and all.

“Eat the muffin bite.” Marvin leaned over the table and had the fork closer to Jackie.

“My particles are parting.”

“Your particles are fine.”

“Death is coming for me.”

“I’m about to crawl over this table and shove this fork into your mouth if you don’t do it yourself.”

“I want everyone to wear superhero outfits at my funeral.”

“I’ll make sure of it.” Marvin rolled his eyes as Jackie ate the muffin from his fork. “Look at that. No atoms splitting or particles parting, you’re in one piece.”

“I feel like I committed a war crime.”

“You are such a-”

“Dork?” Jackie finished with a chuckle when Marvin’s phone ringing cut off his comment.

“A massive one,” Marvin added, taking his phone out and seeing that it was Chase calling. “Hello?”

“Hey, Marvin. Let Jackie know he needs to charge his phone and I need you two back at the House.” Chase said through the phone.

“Wait, why?”

“You’re going to be meeting the Ipliers.”

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Marvin thought the Septiceye House was large but the Iplier Manor was massive. He felt like a Barbie-sized doll going into a house and not a grown man.

“People live here?” Marvin asked Jackie in a whisper, the two of them sticking to the back of the group as Chase knocked on the door.

“Yeah. just wait, it gets fancier.” Jackie whispered back.

“I’m so surprised.” Marvin’s voice was laced with sarcasm.

“Welcome, come in, we’re just waiting for the others and we can begin.” Dark greeted them after opening the door, stepping aside and gesturing with his hand for them to enter.

“I think my particles are parting,” Marvin muttered.

“And you call me dramatic.” Jackie teased and quickly scrambled into the Manor when Marvin gave him a look.

“Good afternoon,” Dark stated flatly to Marvin as he came into the building last. “Do you plan on behaving like a brat again?”

“Do you plan on removing the metal rod from your ass?” Marvin matched Dark’s tone.

“Bad idea, bad idea,” Jackie said to himself as he scrambled back over. “Should not have left you alone with him.” He slipped between the two and turned Marvin around by his shoulders and walked away with him.

“I think me and Dark get along swimmingly.” Marvin’s sarcasm was back in full force. “Soon we’ll be braiding each other’s hair and talking about cute boys.”

“I sure hope I make it into that talk.” A new voice said with a deep chuckle.

“Cowboy?” Marvin said when he saw the newest Iplier, blinking as his form took on his unique one.

“Adventurer.” The Iplier corrected, tilting his hat before bowing a bit, taking hold of one of Marvin’s hands, and kissing the knuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said with a wink.

“A flirty cowboy.” Marvin hummed. The man straightened up with another chuckle.

“Wilford wasn’t joking when he said you have a fun mouth on you. I can see why Jackie enjoys your company.” The man’s grin turned toward Jackie, gesturing to his hands that were still on Marvin’s shoulders.

“Well, I just-we’re-we’re just-he’s a good-he’s a good friend.” Jackie sputtered as he dropped his hands and then used them to point to the person whose name he spoke; “Marvin, Illinois. Illinois, Marvin.” He tried to change the subject with his next sentence. “Illinois was the one that taught me the waltz.”

“Now, that’s not shocking,” Marvin picked up on how Illinois seemed to like to tease. It wasn’t too far of a stretch for someone very flirty to be like that as well.

“Did he dip you?” Illinois asked.

“He did,” Marvin said with a light nod.

“I was showing off,” Jackie weakly laughed.

“A dip is a good way of doing that.” Illinois chuckled, eyes shifting to the side before returning and he grinned. “And I am going to steal Jackie here for a moment.” He wrapped an arm across Jackie’s shoulder and walked off with him.

“A good friend?” Illinois asked in a soft tone, making sure no one else could hear them over their own conversations.

“Yeah. Like, we clicked really fast and he’s a good friend.” Jackie matched Illinois’ level.

“Usually good friends don’t look like they want to yank off my head for doing my usual introduction.” Illinois hummed.

“I’m protective, you know that. When we went on that security job together some creep was like, being all creepy with him and I…I might have almost broken his shoulder.” Jackie admitted the last part quickly, it sounding like one word.

“Jackie,” Illinois said the name in shock. “You’re not one to normally do something like that.”

“He was making Marvin uncomfortable.” Jackie rubbed the back of his neck.

“Are we still going with the ‘just a good friend’ route? Because that sounds like you’re getting jealous.” Illinois poked Jackie’s chest.

“No. No, it’s not.” Jackie pushed Illinois’ hand away. “If the creep was creeping on anyone, I would have done the same for them.”

“Would have stepped in, of course, you are a hero after all, but you wouldn’t almost shatter a shoulder,” Illinois said. “Did you tell Chase about that?”

“No. He would have grounded me big time if I did.”

“Maybe you should talk to him. I know we’re pals but he knows you a lot more than me, might be able to pick at your brain and see if you were just being a hero, or if there’s more going on in that heart of yours.”

“Nothing is-” Jackie stopped himself and sighed. “You’re not going to leave me alone until I talk to Chase.”

“You know it.” Illinois winked.

“Fine.” Jackie slumped his body in a bit of a pout. “But I’m not going to like it.”

“You might.” Illinois patted Jackie’s back and then let him go, walking off while Jackie turned to see where Marvin was. He chuckled when he saw Marvin standing with the Jims, the other set of twins, and wasn’t shocked at how Marvin looked very confused as the Jims rambled to each other.

“Magic.”

“Not chaos magic.”

“No, no. No chaos. Just magic.”

“No demons.”

“Jackie, I can’t tell if I’m having a stroke or I really need a nap,” Marvin said as Jackie joined him.

“They are the Jims. He’s RJ and he’s CJ.” Jackie first pointed to the Iplier with a microphone in his hands and then to the one with a camera on his shoulder. “Reporter Jim and Camerman Jim.”

“They’ve been calling me cat Jim,” Marvin said.

“They do that. I’m hero Jim.” Jackie had a proud grin.

“I can’t tell if this is adorable or if I should be running for the hills.”

“Everyone has a Jim name if that helps.”

“Guess I’ll get my cardio workout in later.” Marvin chuckled. “How many more do I need to meet?”

“Five, well, six if you count Blank.” Jackie counted with his fingers, putting down four of them and then pointing. “That guy talking with Henrik is Dr. Iplier or Edward as we all call him. He’s the Iplier’s doc like how Hen is ours.”

“So, he’s their dad?” Marvin asked with another chuckle.

“I think Dark has that title.”

“The way I would always be running away from home if Dark was my parent. Not even teenage rebellion, I’d be running right after birth.”

“Would you believe me if I said the newest Iplier did?” Jackie chuckled.

“Oh? Now you have to give me all the details.” Marvin couldn’t help his curiosity from peeking through.

“Maybe not while he’s in the room.” Jackie scratched his cheek with a finger.

“Hey, dude! You must be Marvin!” One of the Ipliers Marvin hadn’t met yet rolled on his heels over to them. Marvin had to admit, with the other Ipliers he’s experienced, he wasn’t expecting someone with bright orange sunglasses and a black tank top. The b that was on the shirt looked familiar and he swore it was glowing.

“You are going to scare him, you nearly did the same with Madrick when he arrived.” Another Iplier joined, this one wearing basic glasses, and his blue t-shirt had a glowing G. Did they have lights in their shirts?

“Maddy’s warmed up to me, man. He just had to get used to the vibe.” The first Iplier did a little wave with his arms. “Plus, like, the dude was ready to literally set everyone but Mare on fire, so I have some laxness in that. Robbo loved me though when we first met.”

“Does he own a skateboard, by chance?” Marvin asked Jackie.

“He does,” Jackie said.

“I knew it.”

“Let’s get our introductions finished so we can continue with our day. We are completely off schedule and this new vision is only making it worse.” The second Iplier sighed.

“Vision?” Marvin was asking Jackie again.

“When everyone gets here, it’ll be explained.” Jackie gave a nervous smile.

“Alright, man, alright.” The first Iplier faced Marvin again. “I’m Bing and this mud-puddle here is Googs.”

“Google.” The second Iplier corrected.

“Like the search engines?” Marvin was going to ask if those were nicknames, but given how ‘Googs’ seemed to be the nickname, it was likely their actual names. Not too odd considering some of the other names he’s experienced.

“Exactly! We’re androids, dude.” Bing had the biggest grin.

“Androids?” Marvin definitely wasn’t expecting that. Magic he was used to, androids that moved, breathed, and looked like the average human, was sci-fi and he didn’t dwell much into that genre.

“Yes. We were formed with wires.” Google placed a hand on his arm and opened his skin like a panel, showing said wires and lights and other technical gadgets Marvin would never understand the function of.

“Googs!” Bing quickly closed the opening. “Come on, man, you know we can’t just show off our insides. You’re gonna, like, traumatize the newbie.”

“Madrick was interested in it,” Google stated.

“Maddy’s a big nerd, he likes that stuff. Not everyone is the same, dude.”

“Oh. My apologies.”

“I have no idea how to feel about this situation anymore.” Marvin blinked a few times. Did seeing an android’s wires under their…skin count as gore? Should he be traumatized?

“Hey, look, it’s Yancy.” Jackie waved a hand over to an Iplier that came out and went over to Illinois. The Iplier, Yancy, shot a smile and wave back to Jackie before his hand was taken by Illinois and they walked off together.

“Is he in a prison outfit?” Marvin asked. “Or does he just really like black and white stripes?”

“Prison. I don’t know the full story, the only person that does is Illinois.” Jackie shrugged. “He likes musicals.”

“I’m getting whiplash.”

“Sorry, we’re late.” Mare’s voice spoke as he, Phantom, Mad, and, who Marvin assumed was Blank, appeared in the middle of the room.

“I’m really getting whiplash.” Marvin rubbed his temples with his hand.

“Blank’s change came in late and we wanted to wait until he finished before using magic on him,” Mare explained.

“Robbie!” Blank, a young child, squeaked as he ran over to Robbie, also a young child. “I’m six!”

“Me too!” Robbie was also squeaking, the two children were very happy about being the same age.

“RJ, CJ, take Blank and Robbie to the playroom and I will come to get you all when we are finished.”

“Yes, dad Jim!” RJ and CJ both saluted before taking off with the children.

“Dad Jim?” Marvin repeated with a snort.

“Hush.” Dark snapped as he walked past. Marvin was about to snark but stopped when he noticed the weird shift in the air, everyone moving and following Dark.

“It’s time to do the thing,” Jackie said. “The vision thing.”

“Then we can go back to the House?” Marvin walked alongside Jackie.

“Yeah. Wanna play Stardew Valley tonight?” Jackie offered.

“That sounds nice.” Marvin smiled, watching everyone go through a set of double doors. He stepped in before Jackie and paused when he saw the last Iplier.

He sat at the end of a table, arms resting on the surface and hands on top of each other. He sat up straight and faced forward. None of that was strange but the bloody cloth wrapped around his eyes is what caused Marvin to hesitate.

“That’s Host,” Jackie said. “He’s our vision guy.”

#magicians dont need superheros #marvelsepticeye #veggie writes #big chapter #and all the ipliers #well...almost all of them~

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Sims In Bloom: Generation One Summary (Daisy)

Based on the Sims In Bloom Challenge by Tasha @a-sims-garden posted here

Gen 1 - Daisy (white, yellow)

Gardening has always been your passion. Owning a large, healthy garden is all you’ve ever wanted in life, even if your nails constantly have soil under them and you have so many broken pots you’ve lost count. Your happy place is meditating in the shade of the fruit trees that you grew yourself from tiny saplings. You sit and wonder what your family will grow to do, and hope that they will flourish just as beautifully as your garden has. This is the start of your family legacy!

Live on a lot with the lot challenge ‘Simple living’

Grow a cowplant and keep it alive for as long as you live (if it dies, immediately plant a new one)

Grow 5 perfect plants

Marry a sim who also has the ‘loves outdoors’ trait

*Gain the Outdoorsy lifestyle

*Grow a death flower

Bonus (My own additions. I might use cheats to help complete these if I feel like it because I'm just piling on stuff to do, but I'll try to make it plot or give it some kind of difficulty.)

Befriend all seven Henford NPC townies (Lavina and Rahul Chopra, Michael Bell, Agnes Crumplebottom, Agatha Crumplebottom, Kim Goldbloom, Sara Scott) *taken from a later Sims In Bloom generation that is supposed to take place in Henford but I'll be in Chestnut Ridge instead.*

Plant all base game plants to earn gardening plaque**

Grow all 5 oversized plants to enter in Finchwick Fairs

Catch all base game fish to earn fishing plaque *not completed until after Generation 2 had technically begun*

Complete Finchwick errands and give Finchwick Favors *given to Neal who made and gave away eco-matic smog vacs. Heather completed one of the errands for Dylan Kraus, the grocery deliverer*

All challenge tasks completed. All bonus tasks also completed BUT the UFO plant was found in the gallery after I got bored of waiting for the rocket ship adventure with the UFO fruit to come around after bungling it the first time.

** Uncle Karl came about after a random sim glitched and walked into the Nesbitt home in Henford (and up the stairs to the second floor!) before promptly leaving again. The sim was randomly assigned the surname Nesbitt, so of course I had to play this up and give Neal a brother (I used MCCC to make it so).

I put a UFO fruit from the gallery on his lot, then sent Daisy over before 5am every day for three days so the plant would bloom and she could tend it until harvest. Basically cheating but not part of the official rules so I don't care. Then she grew her own and my obsessive pursuit of the gardening plaque was done! Immediately had her quit her job as an "astrobotanist" (astronaut) and go back to gardening from home, but never tried too hard with it since she'd accomplished so much and the Florist career comes back later in the In Bloom Challenge.

<- Generation 1 from the beginning Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11 Pt12 Pt13 Pt14 Pt15 Pt16 Pt17 Pt18 Pt19 Pt20 Pt21 Pt22 Pt23 Pt24 Pt25

Generation 2 time! ->

#sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 legacy #sims in bloom #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4 screenshots #gen 1 #henford on bagley #sims 4 story #ts4 story #legacy challenge #sims legacy #ts4 legacy challenge

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