#rings collection- diys

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Worlds apart, heart’s broken in two, two…..

Finished up earlier this one with the gold color wire around the silver wire. Still thinking on the next piece or project pieces that need doing, if time permits.

[demonspeeding666]

Hi guys, i'm showing my little box i've painted and made in high school on summer of this year but with my vibes of red and black and showing pics of how it looks like when it's opened inside with all my jewelry like rings and some cute lemon necklaces

[jor-elthatendswell]

I'm downsizing my DVD collection. This doesn't involve actually getting rid of anything except the cases, for which I'm making my own smaller replacements out of cardboard.

A magazine cover and an old mail order book catalogue have been repurposed as cases for the two discs of The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (the 2001 movie).

Blurb for disc 1 reads:

Ignore the upside down legs o' Legolas and concentrate on the fact that "Orlando Bloom" is an anagram of "Adm. Bono O'Rilo", who was my commanding officer in the Made Up Names Navy

Blurb for disc 2 reads:

Ignore all this and pretend I said something about the cave troll and how it's genuine Cockney rhyming slang for "Dave Grohl".

[minimeamigurumi]

sharing the link for the amigurumi pattern to make the Ranni doll

[inkskinned]

for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.

i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.

in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.

the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.

i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.

i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.

i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.

the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.

when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.

we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.

[giworld95]

Lego Lord of the Rings Shadowbox

My Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5i6GulIy90&ab_channel=GIWorld

[forsworned]

Crush ft. BlueCollar!Logan Walker

Synopsis: Heavily inspired by the song, Crush by Ethel Cain. Logan is a blue-collar welder employed at his father's metalwork shop located in the downtown area. Reader, who is an artist, experiences frustration with her metal sculpture that is to be showcased later in the month and desperately seeks the help of a professional.

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, Not all the lyrics are depicted in the story, BlueCollar!Logan x Artist!Reader, Mentions of Violence, Guns, Drug Trafficking, and Sexual Content, Logan is a Retired Marine

Author's note: Getting way too invested in Logan lately no thanks to @keegansshark , da realesttttttt

His window's already passed, so he's shooting at the glass Keeping guns in his locker, and he denies it Like it's actually important, but he lied 'cause I sure did watch him Showing up wearing black, and he knows that

Sharp, acrid, chemical-like fumes dizzy your mind as you step out of your garage and lift up the cover of your welding helmet to wipe the sweat off your brow. Smoke and dust collect in the air from the galvanized stainless steel that you had been working with for the past two hours and you're realizing that maybe you bit off more than you could chew. Your DIY metal sculpture has not been going as well as you had thought and you're starting to reconsider that taking a trip downtown to recruit some help from your local metalwork shop might be your best bet. It's a straight shot, seven minutes away from your neighborhood, but you really do not want to admit defeat.

You sighed as you card your fingers through your hair and grab your keys, stuffing the fucked up metalwork into the passenger seat and hit the pedal to the metal.

The bell rings as you push open the door and the metallic, pungent smell of multiple fumes clogs your nose. To your right, a man is stuffing his light-wash denim Levi jacket into a blue-rusted locker. His hair is a sandy blonde color cropped down into a grown-out buzz, and his taut arms are littered with tattoos. His black tee is tucked into his jeans and he adjusts his holster to reveal the handgun that's stowed away under his leather belt.

He turns to you and his eyes widen, brows raised as he quickly shuts the door to his locker, but you have already caught a glimpse of the guns that littered the small space. And as alarming as it may have been, you were only fixated on how pretty his hazel eyes were.

"Can I help you?" He treads to the desk that sits right in the middle of the small lobby area, and you suck in a small inhale before approaching him.

The metal sculpture you have been working on clatters on the wooden counter.

"Need some tips and tricks for this piece that I'm doing for an art show later this month, would you be able to service me in that?"

He raises a brow at you. "I don't typically take freelance commissions."

You huff. "Please? I'm desperate."

His eyes flicker to you, giving you a once over and a small smile adorns his face.

"Alright."

His daddy's on death row, but he'll say it with his chest, though His friends move dope, he hasn't tried coke But he's always had a problem saying no His older brother bagged the valedictorian His mother, steady, screaming he should be more like him

A shiver runs up your spinal column when a chilly gust sweeps into the open garage. For May, it's certainly a bit too chilly. But you ignore it as you study how he perfects the fissure you attempted to weld over earlier. A small puff of air leaves your chest and Logan sets down the welder and glances over at you.

You cross your arms. "What?"

He stifles a laugh, scratching the stubble on his cheek with his soot-covered fingers. "You're huffin' and puffin' over there."

"No, I'm not." You mimp at him.

He snickers at your pursued lips. "You are."

In the short time that he has gotten the pleasure to know you, he realizes how short of a fuse you have when it comes to your own artwork. The meticulousness of your piece and how high-strung you become when you can't implement the same technique as him because, duh, he's a professional welder with years of experience under his belt. But regardless, you're throwing your little tantrums and don't think he doesn't notice it. The little finger taps on the metal table whenever your penetration isn't properly bonded, or the eye rolls when he fixes the undercuts you created. It's cute and admirable how passionate you are about your craft and honestly, it really turns him on. Especially when you spend hours perfecting your fusions, even staying after closing time.

But then it's after midnight, and Logan forgets that his friends transport their red tops through the facility in the later hours to pick them up in the morning. You always knew the shop was a little sketchy, so drug trafficking and money laundering had definitely crossed your mind at some point. And yet, you're silent and minding your own at the company that huddles in the large expanse of the garage. A wink is sent your way from the gentleman with pretty wintry hues and you give him a meek smile. You only recognize his older brother Hesh who gives you a good-natured grin while he carries a duffle bag with money sticking out the corners of the zipper.

"Dude, you said nobody would be here." Hesh chides in a low voice.

"My bad." Logan's tone is blase and the sound of Hesh's tongue clicking echoes.

Logan leans against the wall, pushing a cigarette between his lips before he lights it. "She maintains focus on her own assigned tasks."

You narrow your eyes at the statement, sensing that, strangely, it carries enough weight to influence the intimidating group of men. There's an awkward silence until his older brother clears his throat and the palpable tension in the room dissipates.

You continue to make yourself busy, manipulating metal sheets into flower petals. Hesh does a once over at you before he pushes past his younger brother and toward the back, but he can't stop himself from leaving him with a snide remark:

"Make sure it stays that way."

Can you read my mind? I've been watching you (You know it, you know it, you know it's true) Couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool Camo' jacket, robbing corner stores Hard odds to beat when you're on all fours Good men die too, oh, I'd rather be with you, you, you

Fortunately for you, you were good on your unspoken rule of minding your business. So much so that you were beginning to befriend their little clique. But they're lingering a little too long around your liking, distracting you when you really should be getting toward the final pieces of your sculpture.

It's hard when they're flexing your taut muscles while showing you their tatted arms and fresh ink under their Saniderm patches.

"What is it?" You cock an amused brow at Keegan.

He gives you a wolfish grin. "A pansy."

You chuckle. "Cause you're a fuckin' pansy?"

He joins in on your laughter. "Hell yeah."

You don't really like prying so you laugh it off knowing there is some deeper meaning behind it. The sound of Logan's throat clears and an icy glare is shot toward the retired Sergeant's way to which he only rolls his wintry hues and pokes your side on his way out. You jolt at his playful gesture and swipe at him, narrowly missing by a few millimeters, as he jogs towards the break room.

Logan leans against the welded steel workbench, sucking on a blue raspberry ice pop as he ogles you. "Should be workin' on your piece 'stead of flirting."

You snort, as you position the sheet metal on your sculpture but it slips out of your nimble fingers and clatters loudly on the ground. A vulgarity leaves your lips as you fumble around to get it, but Logan is quick to pick it up and perfectly welds it on the shoulder of the sculpture.

And for once you're kind of relieved that he's intervened. You quietly inhale, leaning against the workbench as you observe how he sets down the welding tool on the table. A primal sense of jealousy and possessiveness seeps into him as he glances over at you with darkened eyes.

"Your deadline's comin' up."

"I know." You mutter, eyelashes batting up at him with desire.

You notice how his camo compression shirt hugs his physique and you feel the sweat begin to form at the nape of your neck. His eyes glance over at your lips and they involuntarily quiver. The tension is unbearable--palpable even.

He moves closer to you, closing the gap between your forms as he reaches out his calloused hand to gently grasp at your neck. Your breaths mingle against one another while they inch closer, brushing the pillowy flesh of your lips before he devours you. His lips hotly slot against yours and it's dizzying the way he kisses you so feverishly. You waste no time kissing him back as he clears the workbench and lifts your form to sit atop it. The cold steel presses against your bare thighs, but the warmth of his soot-covered hands creates a pleasant contrast as they glide over the flesh of your spine. His other hand threads through your hair and tugs it just right, eliciting a moan as your tongues collide.

Your hand moves to his chest before gently pushing him away, your lips only connected by a string of saliva and your breaths draw ragged. A smirk adorns your dulcet features as you move back to the welding table, and Logan feels captivated by the person he's starting to see.

"Gotta get back to my work."

I owe you a black eye and two kisses Tell me when you wanna come and get 'em I only want him if he says it first to me I wanna, uh, him in the back of his mom's Mercury He looks like he works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro Reds

Logan has been missing for some days since that night. Hesh on the other hand has been more than happy to fill in the void that his younger brother has left.

"He's been on a business trip." Hesh nudges you as he helps you remove the slag on your sculpture to reveal the clean beading underneath. You perk up at his voice.

"Who?" Although, the both of you know exactly 'who' he was referring to.

Hesh chuckles as he wipes his blackened hands and sets the microfiber towel down to sit on the wooden stool across from you. His emerald eyes are glimmering in the sunlight that reflects from the garage windows. One thing about the Walker brothers is that they shared that coquettish, boyish charm that you couldn't resist. It is brimming with mischief and playfulness with a roughness around the edges.

He glances at his watch. "In about an hour or so."

Your heart drops to your stomach and you feel a yearning pain for his enigmatic presence that is always luring you in for more. Your fingers absentmindedly brush at your lips and the retired Lieutenant narrows his eyes at you.

You're quick to notice that Hesh picks up on your subtle gesture and you swiftly excuse yourself. But he can only snicker to himself when he sees how you hurry off to the courtyard just outside the garage. Your brain inattentively searches for the scent of Marlboro red's. It's a distinct smell; strong and robust in comparison to the menthol's that the other smoke. And you don't know if it's your imagination, but it wafts into your senses. Unthinkingly, you follow it and your eyes ream at the unexpected arrival of the inscrutable man who cooly, draws smoke from his lips, and it unfurls into the air before it evaporates.

His intense hazel eyes never leave yours and you're caught up in them. They're dark, alluring, and spellbinding in the shade of the canopy of the courtyard. He sports medium-wash denim jeans adorned with distressed patches at the pockets and thighs, secured by a simple black belt, with his slate grey tee neatly tucked in. The fabric of the sleeves tightens around the muscle of his taut biceps and you have to thickly swallow to conjure up some strength. Strength to not throw yourself on him and jump his bones.

"Thought you'd be here in an hour or so." You murmur, slowly striding toward him. He takes another drag before offering it to you. You smooth over the lipgloss that lacquers your lips before you pluck the cigarette out of his fingers and slowly inhale. When it leaves your mouth, the creases of your lips brand the cigarette paper and he licks his cracked lips as you hand it back to him. He doesn't waste any time wrapping his mouth over your strawberry-flavored lipgloss, remembering how you tasted the last time your lips touched.

"Wrapped up early." He replies, with the cigarette fixed between his lips. He turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Why? Did you miss me?"

It makes me so, uh, and I can't get enough of it Something's been feeling weird lately There's just something about you, baby (there's just something about you, baby) Maybe I'll just be crazy (I'll be crazy) And piss him off 'til he hates me Low slung bad bitch, baby, come and get you some

And in the blink of an eye, it's the showcasing of your art exhibit and you tell yourself not to get your hopes up. That Logan isn't exactly the most predictable of humans, but Hesh assures you they'll all be there. In fact, they're thrilled to have an excuse to wear a suit and attend an event where they can showcase their metalworking skills and be recognized for their talent.

"He'll be here." Keegan pulls you out of your stupor. He's peering over the rim of his champagne glass at your trepidatious expression and how your eyes dart across the room looking for him; overgrown blonde buzzcut and the heavy aroma of iron oxide, tobacco, and his father's passed down Jean Paul Gaultier. You can't quite imagine him in a suit either, but you aren't disappointed at how well the retired Marines turned blue-collar workers clean up. Clean-shaven with a few dabs of aftershave, dressed in crisp navy suits, and wearing their finest tap dancing shoes, they were set for the night.

They don't even look out of place either, and yet you did. In a crowd full of people who adored your art, and every second of your night being spent talking to art collectors, admirers, and socialites--you were utterly alone. And you knew that you shouldn't rely on a man to fill that void, nevertheless, here you were, doing just that.

"I'm gonna go to the restroom." You mutter and down the rest of your champagne before heading off. The sound of Keegan's phone ringing is faint, but it manages to catch your attention. You lean against the wall for a moment in hopes of capturing who he was speaking to. In hopes of it being...

"Logan! Where the fuck are ya, kid?"

And your heart drops to your stomach. You felt like you already had your answer. Something about a shipment taking too long to process with their wholesale dealer and that was something you didn't want to stick around to hear. You had some hope that this time would be different. That maybe he would push aside whatever shady business he had going aside for you, but you were a fool to think that he would change for you.

The rest of the evening drags by. You're no longer glancing at your watch or rummaging through the room for him. The little words of encouragement and smiles from his friends and brother had become mere background noise to you by now. Time is like a hazy blur of conversations about your artwork, countless glasses of Armand de Brignac, and mindless gossiping about gallery politics and exhibit guests.

And soon enough it's past midnight and your social battery is running low. Your guests have long left the premises, but thankfully your welding companions stay behind to help you pack up your remaining props and pieces into their truck that could probably fit ten bodies in the trunk alone.

You let out a sharp exhale as you observe Merrick scolding Hesh and Kick for not preparing the cargo net. Sometimes it was talking to a small herd of teenage boys, nonetheless, you were grateful for their help.

The final pieces remaining in the exhibit were delicate and, moreover, the ones Logan had been most involved with. When you headed back inside to load them into your car, you immediately felt a pit in your stomach as soon as you entered the gallery.

There he stood, with a mussed-up, overgrown buzz, and unkempt facial hair, clad in soot-covered work trousers and a white tee stained with what appeared to be dried blood, admiring the work you both had collaborated on.

"Man, she's a real beauty—really outdone yourself, [name]."

He turns to you and you feel yourself crumble. You tremble with anger, and his face softens as he takes in your expression. He knows he fucked up big time. The worst part about it is that he looks unbelievably sexy, but your rage is bubbling within you as you take another stride toward him.

He's careful with how he approaches. Careful to not make any sudden movements as if you would pounce on him and tear him limb from limb.

"I'm sorry..." He breathes out, observing the way you slowly circle him.

"Oh, you're sorry?" You hissed.

He swallows thickly, feeling a shudder travel up his spinal column. "There was a hold up..."

He clenches and unclenches his fist reflecting on said "hold up" that caused him to be so tardy. It's not like he didn't know how important this was to you, but he also wasn't obligated to show up in the way you were expecting him to.

You stop in your tracks and pinch the bridge of your nose. It's hard to stay mad at someone whose tongue was shoved down your throat just a few days ago.

Logan is debating whether his presence is even worthy of being around you, but he reaches out to hold your wrist anyway.

"Get off of me." You tug your wrist away, but he has a firm grip on you.

"Let me make it up to you." His hazel half-lidded gaze holds yours and your anger begins to melt away.

"How?"

His hands suddenly find themselves around your waist and you yelp as he lifts you, setting you on the bar. Your little black dress rides up your thighs and pulls them apart only to find that not only are you not wearing underwear, but your pussy is glistening in the dim exhibit lighting. He gives you one final glance as if to ask for permission, but you're already tangling your fingers into his dirty blonde hair.

He doesn't even waste any time devouring your sopping, wet pussy. One long stripe and then he's losing himself in your saccharine taste that he cannot get enough of. He had no idea how he withheld himself from such a heavenly taste and those sweet, milky moans.

All those long nights they spent working together in the shop he had to hold himself back from slipping down your shorts, bending you over the workbench, and taking right then and there. It all amounted to this moment—his tongue deep in your cunt and you were lost in the euphoria he was bringing you. The notion of the others walking in on you is tossed away to the backlogs of your mind.

His fingers dig into the supple flesh of your thighs, holding your writhing body still as he sucks on your pillow clit. You tremble against him feeling yourself nearing the edge, but he's torturing you. Withdrawing his tongue from the sensitive nub, kissing around your inner thighs, but you're not having any of it.

Your fingers pull at his hair and lead his tongue back to where you want it, bucking your hips against his mouth. His hazel hues flicker up to you and he's smirking at your domineering energy. You're taking charge as you grind your pussy against his tongue and lolling your head to the side as you feel your orgasm coming on.

"Fuuuck, 'm gonna..." You moan out in pure ecstasy as your eyes drift to the back of your head and your back arches away from the counter.

And he's definitely not stopping his efforts in bringing you there. In fact, he's probing his fingers between your velvety folds and curling his fingers to that sweet spot that drives you to your climax.

"Logan...!" You whimper out as you ride your high and he drowns in your soddened pussy. "Oh fuck..." You breathe out as it dissipates slowly but surely. He licks one last stripe to your shimmering folds as he withdraws his fingers, observing the way your arousal clings to his fingers and lapping them up.

"I have no fuckin' clue how I held back for so long." He cups your cheek, lips lacquered with your cum, and you hotly slot your lips against his in a feverish kiss. Being pressed up against him in the building where you hosted your long-awaited art exhibit feels like one of your reoccuring wet dreams.

Your hands fly to his belt to unbuckle, but the sound of footsteps grasp your attention and your caught redhanded, but his cheeky older brother, Hesh.

"Oh—" He grins at your tangled bodies against the bar. "as much as I hate to break up you two lover birds, security is rounding us up to see us off.”

You feel the embarrassment creeping up on your flushed cheeks. “R-right.” You fix your dress and Logan casually buckles his belt and helps you down from the bar as if you two weren’t going to fuck each other dumb.

As Hesh grabs the last few items and exits the area, Logan comes up from behind you and squeezes your ass as he murmurs against the shell of your ear:

“I’ll follow you back to your place?”

Good men die too, so I'd rather be with you, you, you rather be with you, oh Oh, I'd rather be with you, oh 'Cause good men die too, so I'd rather be with you

[swisccfinds]

TOP 5 MUST HAVE Sims 4 Career Mods

These are my most personal Career mods for the sims 4, please don't forget to show love and support to the creators.

1- Youtube Career Mod by itsmeTroiYT

There is so many interactions with this mod it is unbelievable! If you head to the download button below it will bring you to the creator's post which will show all the type of things you can do with this mod but for now to keep the Tumblr photo limit here is some of the creator's notes that explain the levels and the branches

Gamer (6-10) PC Noob $100/hr Streamer $200/hr Daily Uploader $300/hr Tagline Genius $600/hr Prestige Gamer $1500/hr

Vlogger (6-10) Viner $100/hr Prank Wars Vlogger $200/hr Unbox Therapy $300/hr Vlogger $600/hr Daily Vlogger $1600/hr

DIY Hot Glue Gun Mess $250/hr Creative Weirdo $350/hr Hacks Master $600/hr DIY Superstar $650/hr [Something] DIY $1500/hr

MUA Fenty Beauty Counter Rep $200/hr Brand Tester $300/hr Makeup Brand Collab $350/hr Personal Makeup Artist $750/hr MUA $1500/hr

Cooking One Pan Cook $150/hr Made from TV/Movies $300/hr Remixed Recipe Cook $345/hr Guest Host Cook $625/hr Master Cook $1500/hr

FX Makeup Artist NYX Face Awards $120/hr Halloween Royalty $200/hr FX on a Budget $350/hr Workshop Personality $645/hr Glam & Gore $1450/hr

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2- Modeling Career Mod by KPC0528

This is an amazing mod! If you want your sim to become a model this is the mod for you! This does require the City living & Get Famous expansion packs, so be aware. Here are the creator's notes about the levels and branches;

1. Volunteer Model--there is no pay for the beginning of this career. I wanted to make it as realistic as possible, so level 1 is all about building a portfolio and gaining exposure.  Mood: Confident M - W - F S S

2. Local Model -- Your sim will be part of the "mall crowd" participating in local fashion shows. These jobs aren't very selective... $15/hr.  Skills: Charisma 1  Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

3. Hand Model-- Keep those hands soft and supple as your sims model rings, bracelets, and watches for local jewelry designers!  $18/hr.  Skills: Charisma 2 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

4. Hair Model-- Cutting, coloring, styling. Your Sims's hair will be put through it all in exchange for some simoleons and their pictures to be featured in hair dressers' portfolios.  $20/hr.  Skills: Charisma 3, Fitness 3 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S 

Choose track: Commercial Model or High Fashion Model

Commercial Model track: Commercial models are the models you would see in shopping catalogs and local commercials. The sim-next-door look is desired, so your sim will need attractive looks as well as an attractive personality to do well in this career track. 

5. Commercial Catalog Model--Your sim will be showcasing the newest collections by the most popular stores, like Sim Navy and JC Simmy.  $50/hr.  Skills: Charisma 4, Fitness 4 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

6. Fitness Model-- Fitness is the name of the game here. Your sim must continue to sculpt his/her body to perfection in order to sell the newest workout gear and sports drinks.  $65/hr.  Skills: Charisma 5, Fitness 7 Mood: Energetic M T W T - S - 

7. Social Media Model-- Your sim's face is getting popular online! He/she will be modeling the hottest makeup, jewelry, and clothing through various social media platforms like Simstagram.  $80/hr.  Skills: Charisma 7 Mood: Confident - - W - F S S 

8. Music Video Model-- Who wouldn't want to be a model in a famous music video? Your sim must hone in their dance skills so they don't embarrass themselves in front of the musical superstars.... $90/hr.  Skills: Charisma 8, Dancing 3 Mood: Confident M T - T F S - 9. Television Model-- Television! Your sim will be featured on all sorts of commercials, from clothing and perfume, to cookware and living room furniture. $130/hr.  Skills: Charisma 10 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

10. Coversim-- The ultimate goal! Your sim is on every grocery store magazine rack, dishing the newest gossip about his/her love life, as well as modeling the hippest designs. Congrats, superstar!  $300/hr.  Mood: Confident M T W - F S - 

High Fashion Model track: This track is for the serious fashionista. In order to gain celebrity as a high fashion model, your sim must be both gorgeous and interesting, as well as charismatic and athletic. Reaching the end of this track means worldwide fame and luxury! 5. Swimsuit Model-- Swimsuit models are photographed even in the winter months, so this isn't just for fun! Your sim must be in excellent shape to make it as a swimsuit model.  $55/hr.  Skills: Charisma 5, Fitness 6 Mood: Flirty M T W - F S - 

6. Lingerie Model-- No room for shy sims here! Upscale lingerie is a mega-money-making business, so only the most alluring sims will be successful.  $75/hr.  Skills: Charisma 6, Fitness 8 Mood: Flirty M T W - F S - 

7. Fashion Catalog Model-- High-end fashion is extremely expensive, so the stakes are high. Your sim must continue to perfect his/her body and personality in order to sell these interesting-looking clothes in the highest end fashion magazines.  $90/hr.  Skills: Charisma 7, Fitness 9 Mood: Confident M T - T F S -

8. Runway Model--Don't trip! All eyes are on your sim as he/she struts their stuff on the catwalk. Sims watching and cameras flashing can be nerve-wracking for even the most confident sim, but this is a necessary step in order to become a supermodel.  $120/hr. Skills: Charisma 8, Fitness 10 Mood: Confident - T W - F S S 

9. Editorial Model--Sim Vogue. Your sim is on the cover, looking fierce as fierce can be! Your sim is the epitome of a style icon, and everyone is looking at him/her for style inspiration.  $300/hr.  Skills: Charisma 10 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

10. International Supermodel--Traveling the world for fashion shows? Check. Hosting reality style shows? Check. Getting paid to be famous? Check. Your sim is THE top model, as long as a newer, hotter thing doesn't come around.  $450/hr. Mood: Confident M - W - - S - 

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3- Social Services Career Mod by missmani09

This is a great mod if your interested in having your sim work in social services for a backstory or maybe its just what you mapped out they would be in your head. Here are some of the creator's notes about this mod;

Social Serivices:

1) Clerical Staff Extra Help  -Responsible for copying and filing documents, sorting documents

2) Administrative Specialist I  -answer phones, answer client's questions, file, sort

3) Administrative Specialist II -Key application, answer telephones, work front desk window correspond emails

4) Administrative Specialist Supervisor  Supervise all clerical staff ensure front desk runs smoothly ensure applications are keyed correctly ensure office machinery is working properly assign staff job duties

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5A) Program Eligibilty Specialist I  - SNAP Process Sim food stamp program applications.  Interview & verify resources Assist homeless sims Determine eligibilty for supplemental nutrition program

6A) Program Eligbiliy Specialist II Process sim program applications Determine eligibilty for Sim daycare voucher applications Determine eligibilty for supplemental nutrition program

7A) Family Health Care Case Manager  -Family Medicaid Process Sims' medicaid applications.  Determine medical coverage eligibilty for Sims including  Working Sims' medical coverage, SimKids Care A or SimKids Care B

8A) Aged Sim Health Care Case Manager  Process Aged, Retired, and Disabled elder sims' medicare applications Determine disability 

9A) Sim Social Services County Administrator  oversee especific sim world in which sim currently lives

10A) Sim Social Services National Director  oversee all sim worlds

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---(BB) Division of Child Protective Services -------------------------------------------------------------- job is to protect and ensure the health, safety, and well being off all sim children.

5B) Child Protective Service Worker  Visit homes. Provide struggling parents with resources and tools to become effective parents. Remove children from home if necessary to the  childs health & safety

6B) Child Abuse&Neglect Investigator  visit homes. on call rotation investigate suspected sim child neglect/abuse that comes into the hotline issue warnings to parent's who a nearing neglectful standards Remove children from home if necessary to the  childs health & safety

7B) Foster Care Case Manager  On call rotation. Manage Sim children's cases who have been removed from their home due to neglect/abuse. write extensive case notes

8B) Adoption Specialist  process adoption applications. match waiting foster children and  place into adoptive home

9B) Sim County CPS Supervisor Oversee foster care and CPS case managers 

10B) Sim CPS National Director 

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4- Psychologist Career mod by Kittyblue

This is career mod is actually my favorite for storytelling! In this mod there are two branches which are Counseling Psychology and Forensic Psychologist.

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5- Tattoo Artist Career mod by MesmericSimmer

I love this one so much, mainly because I want one of my sim's backstory to include this career. They have this career option for both adults and teens!

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[gremlingottoosilly]

As a (somewhat) low functioning autistic girlie who carries around a stuffed animal, how do you think Konig would react to a darling reader who needs a stuffed animal? Ive been hauling around care bear knockoffs for the better part of my entire life and guys cant ever seem to be okay with it 💀🥲

Ah, he is totally fine with this! He has quite a lot of comfort objects for himself, although he is undiagnosed, refuses to get a diagnosis, and will kill anyone who suggests getting it. He has his comfort knives to play with, the lucky grenade ring that he likes to fidget with, and a pair of some weird anti-stress toys that his therapist recommended because trembling hands aren't the best look for the colonel. He would ask you about the toy since you look simply adorable with it. I can imagine the toy being worn out after all those years of love and care, so he'd carefully suggest getting you a new one - he loves to be able to buy you stuff you want, so enjoy your new squishmallow collection. Even if you're holding it while having sex with him, he would be a bit weirded out at first because, in his head, you having a bear in your arms means you're uncomfortable((( he panics a bit, but if you tell him you just want to hold it, he'd be fine. Very jealous of the toy though. Every time you hug it, he just has to come and hug you tighter. You will get many more bears, some of them are wearing miniature hoods made out of toddler's shirts because Konig is a DIY king and wants you to have things that are connected to him. No, you can't just put it aside, you have to hug it!!

[kentnaturaltribrid]

~ Don’t tear me down

Forget the night ….

Make my heart a better place ~

[sew-much-to-do]

DIY Steamed Money Bag Dumplings

These golden Steamed Money Bag Dumplings are a Chinese New Year specialty. Make them for the holiday, and they will help you ring in the lunar new year with abundance and good fortune!

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sew-much-to-do: a visual collection of sewing tutorials/patterns, knitting, diy, crafts, recipes, etc.

[j-nor]

i saw you collect clown shit I'm being a clown for Halloween can I see 👀

SCREAMING AND CRYING!!!! YES ID LOVE TO SHOW YOU!!! IM BEING A CLOWN FOR HALLOWEEN TOO!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME ABOUT MY CLOWN STUFF <333333333

This is my clown suit, which is hand-made out of 2 colorful blankets and a pillowcase, i free handed most of it and also hand stitched about 60% of it because my sewing machine broke mid-project. (Just a heads up while we’re still at the top, this post is gonna be loooooooooooong and have a lot of pictures, also sorry for how gross the carpet looks he’s just like that)

This is my circus tent juice box

This is my costume drawer, where I cram as much stuff as I can fit, it’s pretty full so I’ll just show you my favorite stuff.

These are the highlights, my googley-eye ring, the first clown mask I made, the first party hat I made, my diy ruffled wrist cuffs and collar, and my jewelry hoard.

These are my clowns, which are both hand sewn, they’re names are Butterbean (left) and Corn (right). Butterbeans face was smudged by some water, I’ll get around to fixing it soon.

These are all the little trinkets I keep with them, things I find that I consider clownish. Most of these were picked up from dollar stores, thrift stores, stoop sales, giveaways or relatives homes. There’s a lot so I’ll just show my favorites.

These are my rubber reptiles, my tardigrade and monster finger-puppets, my wind up toys, and some bouncy balls and jingle bells.

This is my doorway decoration.

These are my other accessories that don’t fit in the costume drawer. My collection of silly sunglasses, my second favorite vest, this lovely sweater, and of course the essential clown nose and bow tie.

These are my clown shoes. These rubber boots have tragically become far too small for me, so I’m saving them untill my cousins are older. The rainbow sneakers are only for special occasions because they hurt my feet and Im trying to protect the color.

Land lastly, this is my favorite sculpture, I made it a few years ago.

All these were collected over the past 3ish years, a-lot of pieces were hand made or found in cheap stores, when I go out I keep my eyes peeled for anything clownish and that’s why I’ve managed to grow my hoard so large lol. If anyone reading wants to use the pictures for something (a mood board, a collage, whatever), tag me so I can see it!!!! Thanks for sending me this ask :o) I literally jumped out of bed as soon as I got it because I am a weapons-grade weirdo and love to talk about clowns

Have a lovely day and a happy Halloween!!!

[lvpislvzuli]

The Ultimate List of Modern AU Headcanons for the Sully Kids (and Spider)

Kiri

— her favourite colour is green

— wears knit cardigans and floral converse shoes

— had a frozen yogurt phase

— collects rocks and crystals

— presses flowers in notebooks

— paints her toenails ten different colours

— cuts her own hair, DIY bangs

— always has headphones on. listens to Florence and Lana religiously

— has a crush on her childhood best friend and fellow orphan, Miles “Spider” Socorro

— but she is taking that secret to the grave

— visits the botanical gardens on weekends. Spider always goes with her

— eats toast with strawberry jam for breakfast every morning

— makes her own rings, bracelets, and anklets

— hates crowds and will actively avoid them

— not a strict vegetarian but she prefers to not eat meat

— she never takes off Grace’s necklace and always asks Norm for stories about her when he visits

— she also keeps all of Grace’s published books on botany on her bedside table

— has a part time job at the local produce shop

— not sporty but she loves roller skating

— is attempting to teach Lo’ak to roller skate but it’s going poorly

— babysits Tuk for Jake and Neytiri on their date nights

— Tuk insists they do makeovers and Kiri agrees even though she hates wearing makeup

— she is very quiet at school but is the brightest student in her year

— the other kids used to bully her until she and Tsireya became friends, but they still think she is weird

— her favourite subject is art but she wishes there was a botany class

— climate activist

— never posts on social media but she does scroll

— always likes her siblings’ and Spider’s Instagram posts

— retweets Greta Thunberg

— orders a strawberry shake from McDonald’s

— loves anything strawberry flavoured

— still has sleepovers with Spider even though they are probably getting a bit old for that

— loves watching Studio Ghibli movies and her favourite is Princess Mononoke

— can play some piano but cannot sing to save her life

— her bedroom is filled with plants and she hangs wind chimes beside her window

— which just so happens to line up perfectly with Spider’s bedroom window next door

— she’s a morning person and is always the first one awake in the Sully house

— her favorite season is spring

— hates overhead lights and prefers lamps

— binge read the entire Rainbow Magic series in middle school and wished there was a fairy named for her

Lo’ak

— a “YOLO!” kid

— he met Spider when they were seven and nine during the first week of school

— they had both been sent to the principal’s office for disrupting their classes

— it turned out that they lived next door to each other but had never met before

— so he introduced Spider to Kiri and Neteyam, and the rest is history

— picks up casual shifts at Domino’s Pizza

— will tell anyone who orders pineapple on their pizza that there is something wrong with them

— middle child syndrome

— vehemently defends his belief that vanilla is the best flavour

— on the school swim team but is always late for training

— eats cereal out of the box

— his favourite colour is orange

— looks identical to a teenage Jake

— always in detention for talking back to his teachers

— he brought home a stray dog and tried to smuggle it into his bedroom but Neytiri caught him immediately

— convinced his parents to let him keep the dog

— he named him Payakan

— is attempting to read Dune by Frank Herbert but gets distracted whenever he picks it up

— tripped over his own feet the first time he saw Tsireya

— she tutored him for an English exam—the only exam he’s ever gotten an A on

— when he finally asked her out he was shocked that she said yes

— it took him a while to warm to Tsireya’s family who thought he was trouble at first

— his phone is always, mysteriously, at 13% battery

— orders a Big Mac, a large fries, and a vanilla shake from McDonald’s

— plays the drums and is actually good

— formed a band called The Outcasts with Spider and they practice in the garage on Friday nights. Kiri sits and listens to them

— he lives on energy drinks and Doritos

— loves jet skiing and surfing. all water sports

— often tries to sneak out but Tuk always catches him in the act

— bad at making friends but great at making enemies

— posts selfies on Instagram but they’re always blurry

— will accidentally burn his toast but still eat it, plain.

— feels misunderstood by his parents

— “I’m just a kid” by Simple Plan

— secretly admires Neteyam but will never admit it

— on weekends he takes Tsireya shopping at the mall and holds all of her bags

— his favourite movie is The Karate Kid

Tuktirey

— insists that she put the star on top of the tree at Christmas

— loves pink lemonade and bubble gum ice cream

— spends her pocket money on temporary tattoos

— has recently started playing club netball. Neytiri and Jake attend every game

— she will stay up to catch the tooth fairy but always ends up falling asleep

— prefers waffles over pancakes and chocolate syrup instead of maple syrup

— her favourite colour is rainbow

— Lo’ak tells her that rainbow is not a colour

— Tuk tells him that vanilla is not a flavour

— they argue a lot

— she is friends with everyone at her elementary school and always has a birthday party to attend

— but her best friend is Popiti who lives down the street

— she and Jake watch Saturday morning cartoons together

— orders a Happy Meal from McDonald’s

— rides a bike with a basket and handlebar streamers

— always asks Neteyam to read her a bedtime story, but she will wake Kiri up if she has a nightmare

— Neytiri has to find creative ways of sneaking vegetables into her meals

— she is terrified of needles

— Halloween is her favourite holiday and she was once sick from eating too much candy

— she has a pink glitter lamp in her bedroom and her bed is covered in plushies

— Tsireya introduced her to Taylor Swift’s music and now she is obsessed

— writes with glitter pens

— has a pet bunny named Bugs because she is a huge fan of Looney Tunes

— loves spending time with her grandmother who teaches her how to embroider

— wants a unicorn ice cream cake for her eighth birthday party

 Neteyam

— has to wear contacts because his eyesight is actually pretty bad

— no one knows where that gene came from

— but he still has excellent hand-eye coordination

— and is a pro at tennis

— straight A student

— all the teachers love him

— is impeccably dressed at all times, except on weekends when he comes downstairs to breakfast in his pyjamas

— loves to read and always carries a paperback with him

— doesn’t like McDonald’s

— once travelled to Vietnam on a school trip and came back “cultured”

— the peacekeeper sibling

— hated sitting at the kids’ table at parties and always wanted to sit with the grownups

— he will discreetly check up on his siblings at school

— Jake takes him fishing on the weekends

— Neytiri likes to brag about how clever and kind he is when he is within earshot, which embarrasses him

— always chosen to be team captain in gym class

— is friendly to everyone he meets and always thinks the best of people, but is ready to throw hands the second someone insults his family

— sticks to a daily routine and feels unsettled whenever it’s disrupted

— very neat. maybe a little OCD

— he was a well behaved child and has never thrown a tantrum

— always tells the truth and can tell when someone is lying

— his favourite colour is purple

— has a pair of glasses for when his contacts bother him but he only wears them at home

— he is naturally smart and doesn’t have to study to get good grades

— had a hardcore photography phase and still uses his camera

— loves eating spicy food, which is one of the few things he has in common with Spider

— always wins at Monopoly

Spider

— prone to rolling off his bed during the night

— lives with the McCosker family next door to the Sullys

— but he might as well live with the Sullys because he spends all of his time with them

— will sneak out of his house through his bedroom window, jump the fence between their houses, and climb through Kiri’s bedroom window while she keeps watch

— he once got a subtle mullet on a dare but he hated it

— was a barefoot kid

— plays the guitar and sings

— (everyone was shocked when they realised Spider could sing really well)

— skateboards

— his favourite colour is blue

— orders chicken nuggets, fries and a Coke from McDonald’s

— doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth

— has a part time job at a local mechanics garage helping to fix cars

— never does homework but still gets decent grades

— doodles on every page of his textbooks

— a Star Wars kid. had lightsaber fights with Kiri and Lo’ak in their backyard

— will wash the dishes for Neytiri whenever he stays for dinner

— is saving up his money to buy a truck

— watched Tarzan on repeat as a young kid and it still shows

— his hair is long and always a mess

— wears sweatpants and owns three shirts

— posts memes on Instagram that no one but Kiri and Lo’ak understand

— he once punched a guy at school for harassing Kiri and was suspended for a week

— his adoptive father grounded him for a month

— “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance

— loves rock climbing. Kiri always tags along to spot for him

— doesn’t like celebrating his birthday, but Kiri always writes him a heartfelt letter which he saves and often rereads

— he can’t sit still for more than five minutes

— and he bounces a knee whenever he is sitting

— there is a faded scar above his eyebrow from the stitches he needed after falling from the monkey bars in middle school

— he once started a food fight in the school cafeteria

— loves roller coasters

— and is a bit of an adrenaline junkie

— would eat nachos at every meal if he could

— picks up interesting rocks he finds that he thinks Kiri will like for her collection

— he once went camping at the beach with the Sullys and it was the best weekend he’s ever had

[youremyheaven]

Hi, hope everything is great out there! Do you intend to address the sign transition from Rahu and Ketu going to Pisces and Virgo, respectively, and how this can expressed in the collective?

for those of you who don't know Rahu enters Pisces & Ketu enters Virgo in October 2023

the thing about Rahu is that it amplifies or exaggerates the qualities of whatever sign/house/nak it's in

Rahu represents materialism & obsession but also confusion & paranoia which is to say Rahu's energy is very potent and very hard to miss

i've always associated the whimsigoth aesthetic with Pisces and although the transit has not taken place yet, ive seen how its become very trendy to dress like a romcom lead from the mid 2000s

dresses like these^^^ plus crocheted accessories and a very 2000s DIY aesthetic has been very popular and it will be even more popular after the transit

a kinda kitschy aesthetic will be more popular, i think beaded jewellery will also really take off

spirituality will be even more mainstream than it already is. i see increased interest in tarot, crystals, astrology etc

since Pisces rules the 12h and connected to feet, I think maybe feet related trends will start cropping up?? maybe wearing anklets or toe rings etc??? i also think the dewy, glowy kinda shimmery 2000s minimal makeup lewks will make a comeback

i also think DIY will be popular once more, be it arts and crafts or upcycling your clothes, i think its going to be trendy

with Ketu going into Virgo, i think there could be changes in the education sphere, policy reform or other large scale shifts. i think there's going to be renewed interest in botany, agriculture, growing herbs, making your own concotions etc

i think some people are going to experience massive fame after this transit but perhaps we'll also hear news of unexpected deaths 💀

[raisindave]

[Chapter 71] Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses

Cricket

Lua’s perspective; mirrors the following chapter.

What you wouldn't do to see what's going on in that mind of his. The keychain made sense, and the usage of survival rope in this context is easy to understand. But the smoke detector's battery still didn't ring a bell, though he clearly had a plan behind those busy eyes. That woven keychain unclasped from the ring, an angled pull and slip on one end helped the rope unravel, but he quickly rediverted his attention. Your head fell heavy on the pillow beneath you, intrigue being the only thing holding you back from a post-cry nap. The consequence of your relaxed posture is that you had to strain to follow his movements, watching him disappear into the bathroom for a time, returning to the sound of a shutting cabinet with a fistful of what looked like metal. As he grew nearer, your heartrate paused altogether. 

"You remember our word, right?" he didn't take his eyes off his work. 

You hum in approval, nodding but not taking your eyes off his pale digits. To your surprise, when held to the small piece of steel wool, the rectangular battery almost immediately ignited into an amber ember. Fire. Calloused hands seemed to make him immune to the heat, and he immediately tipped the building heat into the candle bed, catching the wick after a few uncertain seconds. Like Prometheus, he'd brought fire into the world with no expression of wonder or confusion to match yours. 

"Where'd you learn to do that?" 

"SAS Handbook," he grumbled, placing a now lit candle on the uninspired wooden bedside table. 

Wonder was drowned out by fluttering anticipation as he further unravelled his tools. That small pillar of coiled rope must be more tightly wound than you expected as it unravelled into six, maybe eight feet of rope. He met your gaze for a second with those same scathing brown eyes, nearly making your heart stop in terror. It was a terror rooted in excitement though, and for a moment you forgot what had you crying in the first place. Just in time for a wave of dread to hit you in recollection, a simple flick stripped you from the comfort of warm sheets, now bare to the elements once again. There wasn't any kindness in the way he grabbed your ankle and yanked you into the middle of the bed, even though his haughtiness was betrayed by the pacifying warmth of his palm. 

Either of his knees planted beside your hips on the rickety boxspring, measuring the black ties across his forearm as your heart thundered. His fingertips along your ribcage made you flinch at the ticklish location, and he slipped the double-backing rope behind your back, the smooth rope sliding across your spine. Another pass to measure, and he hooked the tie around your back, making a matching loop that circles your torso, this time crossing across your collarbone. You'd lost track of his movements, surrendering to the truth that you'd never be able to follow or understand the complex knots and hitches he was making. Instead, you made do with watching his movements, how dark eyes darted across your body. Cool and collected as ever, a master of his craft. Whatever this craft is.

Just a little bit of DIY BDSM with your SAS LT that happens to be DTF. He's really got a way of making do with what he has at his disposal, you'll give him that. Of all your co-workers, why did you have to be attracted to the one with the most dodgy background? He really is a terrifying presence, where meeting his eyes makes you feel like ice, even under the best conditions. Even if he weren't such an objectively large man, his specific gloomy, lurking presence makes your hair stand on end. It makes you wonder how often he's been in your presence where you haven't noticed. Isn't he supposed to intimidate the enemies? Once ropes were mathematically measured, your wandering mind recognized his motions. His hands brought the rope to glide below your breasts, connecting the two loops across your back, your body shuddered. A star-shaped anchor in the middle of your chest was pulled taut with a flick of his wrist that made you gasp. 

"This isn't revenge for that lil ol' thing in the bunker, right?" You gulped, forcing a nervous smile. 

"What thing is that?" He asked with an eerie innocence to his voice. Terrifying.

Fuck. He's going to take out his humiliation on you after patiently hiding his outrage. It made your blood pressure spike in an eager kind of way, only vaguely tipping into trepidation as he roughly wrangled each wrist to align your forearms to lay parallel behind your back. But then, a mischievous thought inspired you to change your tune. Don't show fear; don't cower when he bares his teeth. You knew he caught your reference right away, and he knew you'd play into it. No, you won't feed him the expected response. Even if he makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end just by being in his presence. Nature says to stand your ground when a predator is sizing you up as a meal. Stand tall and roar back like you would with a black bear… or is it a brown bear? 

"That time I had you on your back, lieutenant, begging for me to touch you," the words danced past a wide smile. "Don't you remember that time you were a snivelling, grovelling mess, apologizing so I might let you come?"

"Don't give me any new ideas," the lilt of a laugh caught in his voice. 

"It's not a new idea if you're stealing it outright," you countered, reaffirming your conviction.

"You want a gag?"

"But how will you hear me apologize then, lieutenant?"

More silence. Stillness in the air made your head spin, you could hear every coil in the mattress when he leaned over you like this. Hopefully this rusty bedframe will hold, it's hard to say. That would be a hard one to explain to Price, the thought pings in your swimming thoughts with terror and humour. His movements are so certain, his expression unwavering, not that you can see his expression anyway. Rope straining against rope, sliding under your forearms and around again. No hesitation or guesswork, does he ever waver?

"You seem like you've done this stuff before," you posited, smothering the barbed curiosity in your words.

He didn't even reply, just shaking his head and laughing softly as if to scoff at the thought of having kept count. Being that good doesn't come without practice. You don't just wing this kind of full-body tying, and he definitely wouldn't be using these bonds on criminals and terrorists. He's kinkier than you thought, though it's hard to say what you were expecting. Definitely not a BSDM prodigy. Your mind flickers to those girlfriends he'd mentioned having and the hundreds of women he's probably had. How many times has he done this? Are you just another body? Are you putting in enough effort, or does he think you're a pillow princess? A strange onset of jealousy was cut short when it occurred to you to question why you give a fuck. He's another body for you too, even if by his standards you're probably woefully inexperienced. So fucking what. He can choke. 

"Take off your clothes," that confidence returned to your voice, and you built up enough of it to bark a command his way. 

"You should've thought about trying to give me orders before you got tied up like a smoked ham," from the way he said it, it didn't even sound like a jab. 

"You weren't fucking the smoked hams when you were a butcher, were you?" you clicked your tongue mockingly, matching his tune.

In a swift movement, he placed his forearm beside your head, hovering over you like the Grim Reaper. He'd settled himself between your unbound legs with a certain hubris to the way he glared down at you. More than anything, you wanted to explore his bare skin, but his presence commanded your attention. Scratchy denim from his jeans ground against your so-far-ignored entrance, making you flinch against the sensitivity. And you were helpless to his act of retribution as he'd taken your nipple between the fingers of his spare hand, rolling the sensitive nub in a way that made you shudder and gasp. 

"You're deflecting," you conjured an unimpressed look despite the creeping urge to whine. "What's the matter? Bashful?" 

"No," he spoke arrogantly. 

In one swift motion he hooked his thumbs under his shirt and lifted it over his shoulders, reintroducing you to the view you'd spied on earlier. That was easier than you were expecting. Your eyes instinctively fluttered to the gauze on his lower abdomen, landing on the small patch of white before your exploration was cut short abruptly. He turned and walked away, baffling your foggy mind at first until you recognized his path. A heavy metal click signified the door deadbolt being flicked, locking the door while making sure you saw his unimpressed expression through his mask. The truth is your body was screaming for him to touch you from the moment you saw him eat those strawberries.

It's hard to read his expression, as it always is, but he holds your eye contact as he unclasps his jingling belt from across the room. You couldn't take your eyes off him, and he knew it. Cocky. Even the way lowered his jeans to the ground and stepped out of them was cocky, especially when he folded them thoughtfully while you ever-so-patiently waited. Not that you had a choice. His silvery round dog tag caught your eye, and the smell of lavender and vanilla from Laswell's candle caught up to your senses. It's just another transaction between you two, no more. Fuck, he looks glorious. And he's coming closer. Kneeling on the bed to remove the rest of his undergarments, probably purposely avoiding kneeling down with his fresh wound and all. 

His skin was less pale than expected for someone you'd thought didn't go near sunlight. You’d assumed he’d burst into flames if he stepped into the direct sunshine—like a vampire. If you squint you could barely make out vague tan-lines along his thigh. Shorts? The thought of Ghost wearing shorts made you recoil, like trying to imagine the Babadook in capris. At least he wasn't lying about enjoying spending time outdoors. Pale scars dotted across his body, including one more reddish one on his shoulder, fresher than the others. That one you recognized from his injury in Verdansk. There were too many to count, but it didn't impress you much. There wasn't enough willpower in your system to drag your eyes from the thick pink cock that hung between his legs. 

"What a good little soldier," the breath in your throat only barely caught up to your words, and you praised his obedience coyly. 

"You sound nervous," his voice was gravelly and low, it made your breath deepen. 

Not nervous, anticipatory. Ravenous hands dine on pinched skin, making you writhe against the restraints as he settled himself back between your thighs and the heat of his body met yours. He had you on your back, and poor planning left you entirely susceptible to his will. Sweat gathered in your palms under your chest as he dragged a finger along your entrance, clearly pleased with your eagerness. Every atom of your body radiated with anticipation for his touch. Neither of you had it in you to wait any longer, and he slipped his cock into you with a heavy breath. You never quite got used to the size. The ropes around your chest tightened when you groaned, and he made sport out of pulling the cords tighter as he worked himself farther. 

Times like this make you susceptible to consideration of an amendment to the second clause in your Geneva Conventions. Kissing isn't strictly romantic; actors do it all the time and don't fall in love. They can separate the act from their personal affections and remain professional. The thought of sharing gasps between your mouths made your skin heat and fingertips tingle. Wearing a blindfold to do so would be at the cost of the rare view of his skin, but it's an equitable trade worth considering. He'd probably cut this evening short if he heard you propose the idea with another spiel about remaining professional. 

He leaned over and your heavy eyelids fluttered to follow his movement. Slender fingers wrapped around the flickering candle, and finally, reason clicked into place. His pace within you resumed with more vigour, making your jaw hang open and your face crinkle. Even though you knew what was coming, it still shocked you. Ghost tipped the candle, and an explosion of pain between your breasts made you cry out in alarm. The pain of searing heat and the pleasure of your churning insides made a sinful cocktail of sensations that made your back arch and wrists flex. Another drop, and he had to place a warm hand on your stomach to stop you from squirming, wrangling you into submission with a cruel glint in his eye. 

"F-fuck you," you cried.

No response. He pushed himself into you agonizingly slowly, drawing back out just in time to drop more wax and making you wince. 

"You've always been an asshole, y'know that?"

No response. He continued to bring himself against that sweet spot within you. Setting the candle aside, he made sport of toying with the possibility of your oncoming orgasm. A calloused palm kneaded at your breast while he breathed against your neck. Your core burned for friction he deliberately failed to provide.

"Unoriginal son of a bitch," your mind was foggy, but your words remained sharp. 

No response. The pace quickened, and that heat in your core gathered quickly as he knew it would. Your eyelids fluttered closed, but you lusted for the orgasm that sorrowfully receeded. That fucker. 

"That's no way to talk about my mother," his voice was sweet and sinister in equal measure. 

"Fuck you," you gasped. 

"I should make you apologize for that," his words were just above a whisper, growled into your ear. 

But he made the mistake of lifting that stupid mask to hover above you as he patiently awaited your response. Time and time again, he's misjudged you, styled you as some demure little thing that'll simper and heed his every word. Another opportunity to put him in his place; you were giddy at the thought as precious milliseconds passed. Saliva gathered on your tongue, and you spat with force against the skull-shaped banner he raised in your face. The flicker of shock in his face felt more relieving than a thousand orgasms.

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[charlies-a-ghost]

hi nerds intro posts

im a strange man from the woods here to partake in some henious activity and make bad art

witchcraft practitioner

based in northern california

certified cryptid

I like writing (poetry, short stories, music, novellas), reading (dystopian, horror, graphic novels, comic books, victorian gothic, sci-fi), acting, fencing, archery, art (mixed medias, i do a bit of literally everything), foraging, punk diy, taxidermy, dissection, astrophysics, I speak french and ASL, i have 5 cats and a dog and a lot of shiny rocks i collect, I play mainly electric and acoustic guitar, but also bass, piano, cello, ukulele and kalimba. I have synesthesia as well as a plethora of issues like severe anxiety disorder, depressive disorder, autism, adhd, POTs and hashimotos disease I can NOT catch a break. puppy punk but i like to involve myself in a plethora of subcultures so also goth and emo

bands: my chemical romance, beastie boys, maneskin, ghost, nirvana, ac/dc, fall out boy, pencey prep, green day, peirce the veil, the ramones, the smashing pumpkins, the smiths, the talking heads, the linda lindas, the strokes, car seat headrest, pixies, the front bottoms, sir chloe, leathermouth, gerard way, the cure, david bowie, opal in sky, freddie mercury, queen, frank iero, siouxsie and the banshees, nine inch nails, sisters of mercy, bauhaus, mindless self indulgence, lemon demon, will wood, gorillaz, ayesha erotica, mitski, jazz emu, tom cardy, joan jett and the black hearts, jack stauber, dead kennedys, christian death, black flag, weezer, black sabbath, metallica, blink-182, iggy pop, i set my friends on fire, she wants revenge, like moths to flames, misfits, ozzy ozbourne, the cramps, skindred, social distortion, dresden dolls, the killers, the peggie's, the runaways, the taxpayers, the used, yaelokre

books: the ash house, scythe, Frankenstein, edgar Allen Poe, ready player one, do androids dream of electric sheep, carry on, 1984, the hobbit, lord of the rings, James herriot, renegades, lockdown, diary of Anne Frank, the true lives of the fabulous killjoys, umbrella academy, paranoid gardens, animal farm, handmaidens tale, the right stuff, maze runner, the giver, fahrenheit 451, brace new world, hatchet, the poison thread, the ruins, the watchers, nimona, dracula, interview with a vampire

musicals: beetlejuice, mean girls, hamilton, heathers, ride the cyclone, six, le mis, little shop of horrors, phantom of the opera, newsies

tv shows, movies and video games: saw, silence of the lambs, a quiet place, midsommar, nimona, the owl house, the umbrella academy, young royals, little nightmares, omori, detention, room of old sins, mechanarium, cozy grove, animal crossing, inside, squid game, the platform, bird box, Alice in borderland, girl from nowhere, breaking bad, demon slayer, death note, black butler, don’t hug me I’m scared, seven deadly sins, the promised neverland, the amazing world of gumball, adventure time, Minecraft, legends of Zelda, fnaf, Fiona and cake, gravity falls, more I’m forgetting