#sorry i meant to do this fully colored but it got to a point where i was like.

[greensun]

this has been in my inbox for a month i am sooo sorry. but yes i think women should kiss :)

[flavorcountry]

I got a cold and watched that Jenny Nicholson video about the Star Wars hotel (it's very good) and fully lost my mind: even after experiencing a comprehensive four-hour deconstruction of why it didn't work for Star Wars, I still think a version of this would absolutely work for Star Trek. Take my hand and walk with me on my journey into madness, where I have infinite money, talent, and team to make it all happen!!

Overall vibe

If you want to make a hotel/resort experience that takes place inside a fake spaceship, I still think Star Trek is the way to go: so much of Star Trek takes place on ships, and we've seen the rooms are pretty nice!! Like the Star Wars one, my Star Trek hotel is also a simulated starship, but with better rooms and more fun stuff to do.

Are you ready for this shit

Can you tell I drew this myself

You'll arrive at Farpoint Station,* where the concierge checks you in and your luggage gets whisked away by station staff. Gift shop's also here. When you're checked in and ready to head to your room, you're brought to one of several transporter rooms. If you never went to the Star Trek Experience at the Vegas Hilton when it was active, I am truly sorry for you, because they had a ride whose boarding process included getting beamed away: you and your pals were herded into a zone where you were clearly meant to board a run-of-the-mill 20th-century simulator ride, and then there were jets of mist and a sound and suddenly you were in a transporter room on board the goddamn USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D. It was fucking magical and I never, ever want it explained to me. Anyway, that's what happens to you at my Star Trek hotel: you step onto a transporter pad and get beamed from Farpoint to a Galaxy-class Federation starship. Exit the transporter room and walk down the ship's corridor to take the turbolifts to Cargo Bay 1, where a "temporary muster point" has been set up (this is where the guest services desks will be), or just follow the lit-up companel signs to your cabin. Yes, it will look like guest quarters aboard the Enterprise-D, more or less — maybe a little smaller — but it'll have the carpet, the plant, the glass coffee table, and most importantly a window that looks out into space.

Or!!! If you booked the resort, keep heading down the hallway and take another turbolift to a different section of the ship where the holodeck entrances are. The holodecks, naturally, are running a Risa program, so you walk through the doors and under the arch and suddenly you're outdoors looking at a beautiful landscape with a pool and whatnot, plus the resort accommodations where the more conventional fancy rooms are, and also the restaurants and entertainment venues, all themed. There's a Quark's. There's a Klingon bar and grill. A Bolian salon/spa. Talaxian arcade?? Nausicaan axe-throwing pit?!?! Come on!!!!!!!!!

Here, have a floor plan

Key learnings

Two things stuck out to me that the Star Wars hotel fucked up that I think the Star Trek version can do better:

🤷‍♀️ LARP too complicated: Give 'em credit where it's due, the Star Wars hotel fucking swung for the fences trying to make a multi-hero story guests could integrate with, but it just didn't work. Technical failures! Possible conceptual flaws! Too much stuff packed into the schedule!

The fix: Just make it mostly a hotel most of the time. One or two weekends a month, there's a two-day fully-immersive LARP adventure that people explicitly book separately, and it's more expensive (more on that later). But at all times, hotel staff will be in uniform with division colors that make sense: concierge and guest relations in red, support and janitorial in gold, teal for any medical personnel. I think that means the people working in food services have to wear that plaid/vest combo the Ten-Forward staff have on, but there are certainly worse outfits.

🌴 No resort: The food at the Star Wars hotel was good, but there was no pool and no other luxury resort type stuff to do. It didn't sound relaxing.

The fix: Putting an actual resort in the Star Trek hotel under the guise of a permanently-running Risan holodeck program. The sheer elegance of it!! When the weather is bad, hotel staff in gold uniforms can make apologetic comments about how the sim's malfunctioning.

Roleplay though

People are going to want to stay onboard the ship. That's good! The thing about the ship cabins is you can build them in maybe two semicircular layers (the rooms will need to be curved because these are quarters onboard the saucer section, naturally) and just bury them underground. They don't need real windows — you're putting screens in that'll show a space view, especially when the ship goes to warp and you can see those rainbow trails. Inside the semicircle there's a lot of space where you can put the other, bigger sets: the bridge, main engineering, Ten-Forward, etc. None of those have real windows either, and also I don't think it matters where you put them physically: just stick a pretend turbolift in front of all the entrances and make guests take those whenever they need to go there! One thing we're also doing is putting little hidden speakers everywhere that put out a small amount of shipboard white noise; it may not even be noticeable on a conscious level, but it'll be there and it'll be soothing. This speaker network is also a great way to make an actual announcement if there's a real park emergency.

During most of the month, I think the bridge and main engineering are mostly just photo ops — maybe you have to book a timeslot? Just so you're guaranteed some time with just you and your buddies? But I also think there should be opportunities for what I'm going to call mini-LARPing: you and your pals can book an hour-long session and the staff trains and then runs you through a short scenario. If you've ever played Artemis or the actual Star Trek VR bridge crew game they put out a while ago, you know where I'm going with this: for however long, you and your friends are now the crew of a genuine-ass Federation starship trying to survive a battle! It's fuckin' Kobayashi Maru time, motherfuckers!! Everyone gets their own station! Lights flicker! Mist shoots out of stuff! The whole bridge shakes! There might be a warp core problem — better call down to main engineering! Whoever's down there gets escape room-style minigames and puzzles to work out and help their shipmates. At some point — and this will happen in every run of every scenario — there'll be a very mist-forward "coolant leak" near the warp core that forces whoever's in the room to duck and roll beneath a descending garage-style blast door before heading up to the bridge to activate their station up there; bonus points if the player can work in a "We lost a lot of good people down there, Captain." Maybe there's an actor in makeup who menaces the crew on the main viewer from time to time (pick beforehand from a list of villains! want to fight Klingons? Romulans? a rogue Borg tactical sphere? etc). Can you see it? I can see it, and it fucking rules.

I must at this point mention that in my world, you can buy an add-on where a camera crew joins you, and they cut up the footage afterward to make you and your pals your very own mini-episode. Yes the editing and post-production are expensive and time-consuming; I'm creating jobs here!!!! Maybe …… okay, hear me out: there's an array of hidden fixed cameras and microphones built discreetly into the set, and also players are issued a combadge with an individual RFID tracker that pings the cams and mics, so they only save footage when a player comes close. After the players are done, a machine algorithm uses the data gathered to assemble a rough timeline of each player's material and create a draft movie that a human editor can pick up and fine-tune. Yeah?? When you check out, you get handed a USB drive that looks like an isolinear chip with your mini movie on it, and maybe another one with all the raw footage just in case you're feeling ambitious!!!!

For one or two other weekends during every month, there's a heavily advertised, much more involved, and way spendier LARP for people who really want to get into it. It takes place over two days. There are lots more actors portraying characters necessary for the plot/gameplay. Don't bother packing for the daytime: all players are issued a uniform they get to keep afterward. Do I have any details on the scenario or RP? I do not. But I fully believe it's possible to construct something you could run over the course of a weekend that would keep a hundred paying guests occupied, amused, and delighted, provided you have a truly ridiculous amount of money and people, which I do because this is utter fantasyland.

Also it probably won't cost six grand. Probably??

Let's gooooooooooooo

The rest of the time — and I cannot stress this enough — the Star Trek hotel is just a very heavily and specifically themed all-inclusive resort that has nice, fancy rooms and luxury amenities plus bookable ship cabins and opportunities for photo shoots or quick one-shot roleplay adventures for the real heads. You don't ever have to enter those latter parts if you don't want to! You can just hang out at the resort and have fun with all the themed entertainment, which I must stress is going to be both in-universe plausible and great, with something for everybody. Yes, there'll be a daycare, and yes, Flotter will be there in some capacity to entertain the kids. The food hall is my favorite part by far; I could pitch you Trek restaurant concepts all day. Romulan gourmet soup stand. Gummi candy store staffed by Ferengi where all the offerings are shaped like alien bugs. A vending machine where you can get a jumja stick or a three-pack of those nutrient pucks Picard and his new friends kept getting in "Allegiance." There will be an entire plant-based food vendor with a wide variety of delicious options for all meals, and it will be run by Vulcans.

A word on the gift shop

Question for you: have you ever watched a Star Trek show and seen a Starfleet officer pull on a jacket or shoulder a duffel bag that had the words "STAR TREK" on it? If so, then friend, I want to know where you get your hallucinogens because I want to experience this exactly once. All of the gift shops on my hotel grounds sell responsibly sourced, highly thought-out, well-made items that would be in-world plausible and have no obvious branding. Of course you can get a hand-carved horga'hn, but let's go bigger. Why not a light-up Tox Uthat for your nightstand? Ressikan flute for you, queen? How about a whole-ass knife store that's nothing but various kinds of Klingon cutlery? There will absolutely be an entire tailor's shop whose whole job is to put you in the Starfleet uniform of your choice; there may or may not be a Cardassian managing the place who's got a 50/50 cheerful/menacing vibe going on. There'll be not one but two stores that sell little models of ships: the regular ones and the gold ones. Don't tell me you can't picture it!!!!!

I think that's about it

Thank you for coming along with me on this bespoke journey into 100% insanity; now can somebody put me in touch with the Star Trek licensing people and also give me a billion dollars to build all this? Okay, thanks a lot!!

For timeline purposes and because it's fun, I'm positing a version of Farpoint that got built after the events of the TNG premiere where the Denebians got their act together and just built a normal surface base without suborning an interstellar lifeform.

[deltaharrington]

NOT CRAZY PT 2.

PAIRING: Now JJ Maybank x Female!Reader

WARNINGS: Intimate moments, high stress, possessiveness.

SUMMARY: After you see Rafe’s true colors, you realize you’ve been with the wrong boy after all.

PART 1

“JJ? Where are we going?” You asked, now in the back of Kie’s car that was lugging a boat.

“We don’t have time, I promise I’ll explain later” He said as you guys arrived at a small dock. You had just been through a lot but that wasn’t going to stop you from helping in any way that you could.

You helped JJ lug food and supplies onto the boat. You knew who this was for.

“It’s for John B” You whispered and JJ nodded his head. You knew their was a manhunt for him, and you had thought he was the one who killed the sheriff, not Rafe.

Ward was really good at convincing.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you” You said to him and he stopped what he was doing, shocked at the apology.

“He seemed almost too good to be true” You said softly “When the allegations about him and Peterkin came out, I turned a blind eye because he made himself seem so innocent” You said and JJ looked at you sympathetically.

“I’m sorry, Y/n” JJ said and you nodded your head.

JJ was now fully turned towards you. The sun setting behind you illuminated his features perfectly.

“I knew he wasn’t right for you” He whispered and you quirked a brow, unsure of what he meant.

“I was- I am” He mumbled and you were shocked at his confession. He began to lean in a bit and you found yourself doing the same.

Just before your lips could connect, John B rolled up in a cop car.

JJ hadn’t realized how distracted he had become. He snapped out of it and you got off the boat, seeing the confusion on John B’s face.

“I’ll wait over here” You said and JJ nodded his head, speaking to John B about what he needed to do, while saying his goodbyes.

They were helping John B get away.

Your heart swelled. You wished you had friends like the Pogues.

After John B left, you approached the group, JJ welcoming you by wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

You could tell they were upset, but they were glad their best friend would be safe.

“I should be getting-“ You started but police cars pulled up behind you guys. JJ pulled you close as they stepped out of the cars.

“Hands up!” One said and pointed guns at you guys. When you saw Shoupe he looked shocked to see you with the Pogues. He knew about you and Rafe, so he was confused.

“Shit!” Shoupe yelled as you all put your hands up. “Tell your men to stand down!” He added and looked at the group.

“Where is he? Where the hell is he?!” Shoupe yelled in frustration, causing you to jump.

“JJ, great to see you’re living up to your name” Ahoupe remarked and your eyes went wide. We’re the Pogues really treated this way?

“Shoupe, stop it” You said through gritted teeth and he shot you a glare.

“Pope, how about you?” Shoupe added and Pope didn’t say anything. No one did.

“This isn’t a fucking game! You guys can do the right thing” Shoupe said “Where did he go?” He added and you could hear the SBI agent speak into his walkie.

“Get in the car, all of you!” Shoupe said and you nodded “Y/n front seat, I’m calling the Cameron’s to escort you away” He said and you looked to JJ wkth worry.

You didn’t want Rafe to come get you, there was no desire from you to see him.

Once you made it to the police tents, Shoupe got you and the Pogues out, walking you to the tent.

“You three sit, we have a lot to talk about” He said to the Pogues before turning to look behind you.

“She’s here” He said and you were met with Rafe when you turned around.

“No! Please don’t make me go with him!” You called as Rafe approached, practically dragging you away.

“JJ!” You called and the blonde was on his feet trying to get to you. The officer stopped him before he could.

“Please Shoupe! He’s gonna hurt her!” JJ said and Shoupe didn’t want to condone fighting, but he knew how off the rails Rafe was.

“Let him go” Shoupe said and JJ came running. At the sight of him, Rafe moved faster to drag you to the truck.

“Rafe! Let go!” You struggled against him “Please!” You added and he hesitated, stopping his movements.

JJ swung when he got close enough, his fist cracking against Rafe’s face.

The Kook fell backwards and let you go in the process.

JJ backed away and you scrambled into his arms, taking his hand and making your way as far away from him as possible.

The rain from the storm began to pour on the two of you as you found shelter in between tents.

JJ gave you a once over, making sure you were okay.

“Did he hurt you?” JJ asked and you shook your head “Good because if he did I-“ He started but was cut off.

“JJ, shut up” You said before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Even in the midst of everything that had happened, you still wanted to show JJ how you felt.

The two of you continued until an officer stopped you, wanting to escort you back to the tent.

“We need to make sure JB is safe” JJ said and you agreed, willing to put your romantic relations on hold.

It was going to be a long night.

TO BE CONTINUED??

[greenhikingboots]

Jon’s Pre-Canon Crush

Okay, Jonsa fam. I’ve seen a lot of great posts, especially in the last few months, about Jon’s reactions to Val. Among them, there’s one particular vein I like to assume everyone loves as much as I do. That is, when Jon thinks of Val’s hair as silver vs. when he thinks of it as the color of dark honey. You’ve seen those metas, right? They explain the likelihood of Jon’s future connection to Dany being negative — The air tastes cold. / My tongue is too numb to tell. All I taste is cold. — while his future connection to Sansa will be positive — It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

Well, in this post I want to expand on the angle of Val-is-sometimes-a-stand-in-for-Sansa. Only, I don’t want to speculate on what will happen between Jon and Sansa in the future, if we ever get GRRM’s last two books. Enough people have already done that, and they’ve done it so wonderfully that I have little to add. Instead, as the title of this post says, I want to focus on Jon’s pre-canon crush. More specifically: I want to focus on what Jon’s thoughts and feelings about Val say about his thoughts and feelings about Sansa.

But let me lay some groundwork first, okay? Until a few weeks ago, I went back and forth on pre-canon crush theories. I agreed they held a lot of potential and were a lot of fun to daydream about — a great premise for a one-shot, to be sure! Oh, and I’ve always loved it when people said things like, “Hey, Jon, your Targaryen is showing.” That’s classic stuff. But did I really think GRRM meant to hint at prior feelings rather than just laying a foundation for future feelings? Again, until a few weeks ago, I wasn’t totally convinced either way. But now I am fully committed to the Pre-Canon Crush Camp, assigned to cabin Jon-Had-Feelings-for-Sansa. [Did Sansa have feelings for Jon too? Ummm maybe? I think there’s some evidence to support that, but not as much. But, hey, that’s not the point of this post. Sorry. Moving on.] So what changed? Well, basically some ideas I’d previously had sunk in on a deeper level. It started with this post from @sherlokiness. It talks about GRRM commenting on a discrepancy in the books, two occasions where Jeyne Westerling’s physical descriptions do not match up. GRRM said the discrepancies were a mistake, a really unfortunate one because it distracts from the times when he intentionally included discrepancies of physical appearances. And basically us Jonsas loved it. Like, “Yep! Make sense! We assumed as much already, Mr. Martin.” And that’s because of the canon line mentioned earlier, right? You know the whole thing, don’t you? Oh, but you want me to quote it here anyway? Okay, fine, I’ll oblige.

They [Ghost and Val] look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white [bleh, bleh, bleh] …but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

Direwolf. Lots of white. Suspicious ellipses. Blue eyes. Long braid the color of dark honey. Right, okay, got it.  [BTW. Did you know there’s also a point, early on, where Val’s described as having high cheekbones? You know, a feature Sansa has as well!?!?] Anyway, when I saw sherlokiness’s post about GRRM’s comments and the Jonsas relating it to that canon scene with Ghost and Val, I reblogged it. Naturally. And in the tags I said something like, “I’ll have to double check but I’m pretty sure the willowy creature line comes after this line. As in, maybe Jon knew exactly who Val reminded him in that moment and he was trying to talk himself out of his pre-canon crush coming back to the surface.” I’m paraphrasing here. My tags were probably not as clear as that. Also, I was being a bit facetious. It was a thought I’d had before, but just a passing one. Again (AGAIN! Do I say that too much?), I’d been going back and forth about pre-canon crush theories for a long time. But @agentrouka-blog saw my tags and was like, “You might be onto something there.” And then @zimshan saw my tags too and did the double check for me. Thanks! And guess what? GUESS WHAT, JONSA FAM!? I was right about the order. First, Jon sees Ghost and Val, thinks her eyes are blue and her hair is like dark honey, and it is a lovely sight. Second, this line:

Val looked the part [of a princess] and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.

But guess what else? The order isn’t even the most striking thing. The most striking thing is how closely these two lines appear to one another — within just a few pages!!! That's what zimshan said. So I went back to read it myself. Not just the two lines to check the order, but a little before, and a little after, and everything in between. If you want, you can do the same. It’s ADWD Jon XI.

Want to know what stuck out to me most? The willowy creature line actually seems… so odd, and out of place, and unnecessary. I swear to you. Let me try to explain.

Basically, by that point in the chapter, Jon has already clearly established his take on Val. She’s beautiful, everyone knows it, but she’s more than that. She’s strong and capable. She found Tormund and brought him back to Castle Black when Jon’s Night’s Watch Rangers couldn’t manage it. Like, Jon’s thankful for Val, okay? 

Oh, and he also seems aware that he holds her in higher regard than the rest of the men who keep calling her a princess even though she’s not one. I think he feels smug about it, to be honest. Like, he wouldn’t use these words because it’s ASOIAF, but he knows he’s a budding feminist and he’s proud of himself for it. Like, “I’m so much better than these asshats who don’t respect women and think all Val has to offer is her pretty face.”

How great is that? I love book Jon so much.

Where was I, though? Oh! Oh, oh, oh! This next part is key. Up until the willowy creature line, Jon has not had a single disparaging thought about Val. Val being cruel about Shireen’s greyscale hasn’t happened yet. But for some reason — *Getting too executed. Brain malfunctioning!*

AH! I SWEAR JONSA FAM! If you read the willowy creature in fuller context, it comes across as if Jon’s correcting himself for having a disparaging thought about Val, like he’s reminding himself of who she truly is. She’s a warrior princess, not a willowy creature. But like, why? Why does Jon feel the need to do this? He hasn’t had a disparaging thought about Val, so why correct himself as if he has?

Just because she’s beautiful? Just because he’s tired of other men calling her a princess? I mean, I guess that could be the whole story. That’s certainly how we’re supposed to take it, if we’re taking it at face value. But I’m not convinced. Go read it again, and I think you’ll see that when the willowy creature line happens, it actually feels like a weird logic leap.

The dots aren’t connecting because one dot is missing!!!! Let me put a pin in that for a moment while I turn to other mini metas in our Jonsa fandom. Antis like to say, “Jon doesn’t like girls like Sansa. He doesn't like willowy creatures, he said so himself.” But we know that’s crap, right? The boy who liked Ygritte’s gentle side? The boy who helps Alys Karstark by marrying her to Sigorn? The boy who dreamed his mother was a highborn lady with kind eyes? The boy who wanted to show his hypothetical wife Winterfell’s glass gardens and bath with her in the hot pools?

Yeah, that boy is a budding feminist, like I said.

So again I ask (AGAIN!) why would Jon — who is not especially critical of women in general and has not been critical of Val at all up to this point — feel the need to correct himself by thinking this critical thing about willowy creatures? In other words, why does he lift up Val by putting down some vague idea of other women he’s never had a problem with before?

Well, obviously it turns out that I believe my facetious, tongue in cheek tags more than I realized when I wrote them. My position is that somewhere in the two pages between ...a long while since Jon had seen a sight so lovely… and ...not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair… Jon realized Val reminded him of Sansa, he felt guilty and ashamed about it, and then felt the need to do damage control. And because guilt and shame are icky, confusing feelings, his damage control took the form of being critical of Sansa even though he isn’t normally critical of such women. 

Am I making sense? How do I explain myself further? Like, why am I so stuck on this idea Jon’s willowy creature line being two pages after the Ghost and Val looking lovely together line must mean Jon had a pre-canon crush?

I think the crux is what I said about the willowy creature line feeling like a weird logic leap — like the dots aren’t connecting because one is missing. The missing dot is Jon being aware that he’s mentally swapped Val with Sansa. He just doesn’t acknowledge this on the page.

Let me be extra clear. I’m now differing from several others who have written about pre-canon crush theories in that I think Jon was aware of his crush. I’ve seen many say it’s all subconscious. But this stuff with Val makes me think otherwise.

I mean, I know Jon has a pattern of dissociation. For him, thinking, and speaking, and acting from his subconsciousness is a common occurrence. So, yes, he could have subconsciously thought Val looked like Sansa and subconsciously felt guilty and ashamed and therefore subconsciously decided to do damage control by subconsciously reminding himself Val is a warrior princess and therefore not a willowy creature.

But I think GRRM was hinting at an exception to Jon’s pattern with these canon lines. Because if the first part is happening subconsciously — Jon thinking Val looks like Sansa and that it’s a lovely sight — then he wouldn’t feel the need to do damage control afterwards? If he wasn’t aware of thinking of Sansa in that moment, isn’t it more likely he’d just carry on with taking Val to meet Selyse, and the odd, out of place, unnecessary line about a willowy creature wouldn’t have been included? What else, what else?

I said earlier that I think Jon’s crush is an innocent, not sexual thing. Let me expand on that. And uuuuuhhhhh... let me clarify that I think that might be changing some over time.  My guess is when Jon was younger, his thoughts were more along these lines: “Sansa is pretty, and a proper lady, and everything men are taught to want. She’ll be a good wife for someone someday. Obviously not me. That’s sinful, I don’t want it, and I’m a bastard so I can’t marry a highborn lady anyway. But objectively, Sansa’s a good catch.” Which kinda matches how Jon thinks of Val at times, right? Like, she’s a catch but he doesn’t want her. He’s not taking Winterfell and a Wife because Winterfell belongs to Sansa and he’s a man of the Night’s Watch, dammit! But hang on a second. Sometimes Jon’s thoughts about Val are more elicit, aren’t they? He thinks about the size of her breasts and she’s the hypothetical wife he pictures romancing in Winterfell. Don’t worry, I’m not saying I’m secretly a Jon/Val shipper. What I’m getting at is this other thing we’ve talked about in the Jonsa fandom. Jone projects his general desires onto Val. He’s getting older. He’s unhappy at the Wall. Winterfell isn’t Robb’s like he thought it would be, and Bran and Rickon are thought to be dead. And Stannis is offering Winterfell and Val to him. Plus he’s now been intimate with a woman, Ygritte. So he knows that sex feels nice. All in all, Jon’s becoming more in tune with wanting Winterfell, and a wife, and a family, and wanting to fu—

You get the idea. ;)

Soooooo. If you buy into the premise that A) Jon considered Sansa a good catch when they were younger B) He’s thinking more and more about romance and sex C) Val is also a good catch and easy to project feelings onto and D) Woopsies, Val just reminded me of Sansa! Well, then where does all that leave Jon? Feeling like he needs to distance himself from positive thoughts about Sansa, right? But without ever thinking her name because of his pattern of dissociation and because GRRM is tricky like that.  Am I making my point clearer, or just talking in circles?  Like, I know plenty of people have already said Val is a switch-back-and-forth-stand-in-for-other-characters. The first two short paragraphs of this post mentions those metas.  But holy smokes! If Jon is aware of A-D mentioned above, that adds a fascinating layer of subtext to his scenes with and thoughts about Val.  Let’s talk about it forever!

Just kidding. I think I’m almost done here.  Basically, I think the willowy creature line is Jon knowingly saying to himself, “Yikes, the thoughts I had about Sansa in the past didn’t bother me much because they were 99% innocent. But they are less innocent now and that’s a problem! You can’t like Sansa! Don’t confuse Sansa with Val,  dummy! Val is a warrior princess! Sansa is a willowy creature and willowy creatures are bad!”

Okay, sure, Jon.  Let me wrap up with one more canon line.

Of Sansa brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow.

We often link this line to Ygritte for obvious reasons, but I’m now in the habit of linking it more to Val and the canon lines mentioned previously. I think GRRM wrote a the three lines — a sight so lovely + willow creature + of Sansa brushing out Lady’s coat — as a subtle continuation of one another. Us Jonsas saw the potential for underlying romantic feelings in the last one, that’s nothing new. But I want to add that it’s a direct contrast to the willowy creature line. As Jon is bleeding out, he can no longer be bothered to put up a front and pretend he doesn’t have feelings for Sansa, feelings that have gotten more complicated as of late.

Oh so subtle. Really not that much different than what others have said before me. But different enough I wanted to mention it. Now someone put it in a fanfic!!

[evolutionsvoid]

I think a thing that needs to be said about ecosystems is that no matter how pretty they are, they are still the wilds. I know this sounds painfully obvious, but I feel like it is something that is still widely ignored. When it comes to dark jungles or eerie bogs, sure, people worry about dangerous monsters and hidden perils. But if it were some picturesque mesa or lush meadow, where the scenery is absolutely captivating, I feel people kind of get lost in the majesty of it all. They think themselves in some magical land, or a painting come to life! They cease to be aware of the fact that they are still in the wilds, and that the same rules apply. People will stand there dumbfounded, or blindly walk across dangerous terrain, or just ignore the fact that wild animals are afoot. Why do I bring this up? Because some of you people are way too casual about coastal areas! Particularly the places one would call "beaches!" You see a sunny sandy beach next to a gentle ocean and just throw all cares away! Start acting like you're on a resort, where there are fancy drinks and hunky lifeguards a plenty! Riptide? What's that? Say, what are these colorful birds with the weird club arms? How pretty! It never ceases to baffle me how quickly one's guard drops the second they see a nice stretch of beach far from civilization. Just rip off all your clothes and throw yourself into the waters without a second thought! One good thought to have would be "hey, does anything live there?!" That might be good to figure out before you dive headfirst into the water, or throw a towel down onto the sand, or just start grabbing random shells with your bare hands are you serious!? Sorry if I am getting a little ranty here, but oh how it drives me mad! Not only are you spoiling a good spot to do some wildlife watching, but you are also throwing yourself blindly into danger!

I bring this all up because it was meant to be a short little lead in to the species I wanted to talk about, but look where that got us. What I was meaning to do was say that I have seen this behavior all over the world, the sheer stupidity that befalls people when they see a sunny beach. And while in most cases things end up being just fine, there are a few times where fools wind up getting bitten. Literally. In one region, there is a telltale sign of when someone succumbs to this spell. When they come stumbling back into town with a nasty bloody bite on an arm or leg, you know full well someone tried to have a beach day on Nure-onna territory.

The Nure-onna are a species of reptile that is found out on the coast in subtropical regions. I know sharp eyed readers may note my vague description of calling it "a reptile." Why do I say that? Shouldn't I just say it is a snake? I mean, just look at it! Well, the reason why I chose "reptile" is because we aren't fully sure yet what the Nure-onna is, be it snake or lizard. Yes, it has a long serpentine body that it slithers with, but there are species of legless lizards out there. Sure, it has very small forearms, which would rule out snakes, but does it really? And then some people cite the prominent fangs as a snake feature, while others point out the strong muscly jaws as something more lizard-like. I find it hard to say, because I get swayed back and forth whenever people start piling on arguments, but currently I feel the Nure-onna is some kind of primitive snake. Perhaps a relic of when ancient snakes started losing their limbs, but the Nure-onna hung onto theirs.

Regardless if it be a legless lizard or a faintly legged snake, the Nure-onna is a reptilian creature with a greatly elongated body, bright splotchy patterns and a pretty distinct look. Their serpentine bodies have bright red patches of color over top white scales, making them pretty eye-catching! They possess tiny, nearly atrophied forearms, which still have claws, but they do very little. At times, they can help give traction over smooth stone, and some say that males use them during mating to better grip the females. Going to the head is where things get more interesting, as they possess very strong, brutish jaws, and a surprising shock of hair! In truth, this black mane of "hair" is actually made up of long, thin scales, which cascade off the body and bunch up together to create this illusion. Some folk compare them to very crude feathers, as if the Nure-onna tried to make feathers but gave up nearly instantly into the process. So what is the reason for having this odd collection of scales? Well, it appears that it helps them soak up the heat of the sun more, on days where simple basking isn't enough. They can be seen curled up beneath this mane during colder days, helping trap in what little heat they have, while also using the black scales to better absorb sunlight. Some also think this curling up helps disguise them from prey and predators, hiding in the shadow of rocks with this tactic. It should be pointed out that this hair is also useful for creating the illusion that makes them so infamous. Because Nure-onna have a particular shape to their heads, and curious markings too! Add in this hair, and their threatening pose of holding their upper bodies high, and the snake (or lizard) suddenly becomes a human woman!

Okay, well, not entirely a human woman, but you can see where the mistake can be made at a glance. Scary stories like to say that this is meant to lure in human prey, or disarm them with their seductive feminine appearance, but in truth, it seems more like a coincidence. People seeing similarities in certain patterns. One of the reasons I say this is because these facial markings vary slightly between individuals, and greatly between regional species. Some have patterns that are strikingly human, while others look like they were trying to apply makeup during an earthquake. So this variation suggests that this is not a particularly important appearance that they must uphold exactly. Nature doesn't seem to think it is worth anything, but that doesn't mean there wasn't some kind of selection to be had here! Some theories claim that locals long ago selectively bred certain populations to get that distinct face look to their patterns. Certain nobles and warlords liked having these human mimicking serpents around, and kept them as pets. To be clear, there was no domestication to be had here, more so having a serpent that looks like it has a face but also one that is down for taking a chunk out of intruders and people you don't like.

With a toothy maw like that, the Nure-onna is obviously a predator. They scour the beaches for prey, hunting the sands, shallows and rocky areas. They use their long bodies to slip into tight spaces and burrows, while also using quick bursts of speed to chase down prey. Their strong jaws are good for grabbing on and never letting go. They are also pretty decent at cracking open shells of crabs and other coastal invertebrates, and if their teeth don't do the trick, bashing them against rocks also helps. Nure-onna use the tactic of "bite down hard and don't let go til it stops moving." They coil around prey and chomp down, waiting to the fight drains out of their meal. If prey is larger or more feisty, they may twist and thrash their bodies around while latched on to do some real damage and maybe tear off a chunk of meat. If they can't down their food, at least they get a free mouthful!

While their typical menu is usually crustaceans, fish, small reptiles and the occasional washed up carcass, Nure-onna are known for attacking larger things. More so, they are known for being very aggressive and territorial. They are an ill-tempered lot, always perceiving others around them as potential threats or competition. While other critters may flee at the sight of a human, the Nure-onna would stand its ground til they got too close, and then the fight is on. Their way of dealing with predators is to essentially be so aggressive and bitey that they give up and find something that doesn't fight so much. Due to this nature of theirs, Nure-onna territory is marked and avoided, as people trespassing on a day the Nure-onna are out and about results in getting chased down and bitten. Obviously, not everyone listens to these warnings. They will see an isolated beach with no one else around and think they found paradise, only to find serpents pouring from the rocks and racing across the sand with teeth bared. This aggression results in the Nure-onna being labeled a "maneater," with the belief that they happily hunt and consume humans. But it actually is more that they chomp onto oblivious tourists and then consume the corpse if they succumb to the squeezing and biting. They don't specifically target people, but they won't say no to a human carcass after they have bitten their throat out.

Though Nure-onna are feared and avoided due to their strong bite and anger issues, people do hunt them from time to time. Typically, if someone wants to settle upon a coastal stretch of land, the Nure-onna are going to have to go, as you can't make a beach town with these things around. And even for villages that are already established, lone Nure-onna may travel here and try to setup shop, which thus leads to culling. Their meat is said to be quite good (though very bony) and their hides and hairs enjoyed in fashion and ceremonial garb. As mentioned before, some folk a long time ago tried keeping Nure-onna as pets, or more so punishment for others. They weren't exactly lap dogs, more so creatures that knew who fed them and who didn't have food. You would keep them in pools or moats, and let them chew on intruders who tried to sneak in. Thus, this is why it is believed these face patterns appeared, as owners selectively bred them before the trend was given up on and they were released into the wilds. In stories, people like to play up the feminine appearance of Nure-onna, pretending that they can perfectly mimic woman. They also like to use this species as minions for evil-doers and sorcerers, who unleash these faced serpents upon foes. One story claims a sorcerer used some Nure-onna to kill and rob people who walked the beach. He would cast a curse on a pretty looking stone and then leave it in the sand, so someone would see it and pick it up. Once touched, the cursed rock would bind them to the spot, weighing down on them as if it was a boulder. The serpents would emerge from their hiding place and devour the poor soul, and the evil fellow would gather what coin and jewels were left on the shredded carcass. Neat tactic, though a bit convoluted for simple banditry. I guess points for creativity?

Though the attempts at keeping Nure-onna as pets has fallen away for humans, I will say another species has formed a bond with these savage serpents, seeing that they indeed make good guards! But that is a story for another entry!

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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"Nure-onna"

May of went too face-like for this thing, but ah well.

[luis-block]

I got one, kallamar with a mantis shrimp reader who makes extremely high grade weapons that's is is quite friendly unless you act like a jerk to them then your catch those claws(also incase you didn't know mantis shrimp punches can put a hole in a leather boot).

Oh dude, I love the mantis shrimp! I am actually studying in collage to become a marine biologist, so this is right up my alley! I also picked to do the reader as a Peacock Mantis Shrimp for this one, as there are actually 450 different kinds!

Warnings: Canon typical violence, death mention, swearing

Kallamar with a Weaponsmith reader who is a Mantis Shrimp

The sparks from your anvil go flying as you work on another sword. This one was one for your general stock that you sell to the various followers that reside in the Anchordeep. This was more of a thing to keep you busy at this point, as your wagon has been unloaded and your booth has been set up in front of the temple of Kallamar. You always make this stop at the temple once a month to sell your handcrafted weapons. You also may be a bit biased, as your best customer also happens to live in the temple. But who can blame you? Having a bishop praise your work and pay a premium for it is a weaponsmith’s dream! It also helps that Kallamar is cute… Not that you would tell him that to his face.

Your colorful abdomen twitches as your gills flutter. Kallamar has always been so kind to you, it’s little wonder that you have developed a crush on the ruler of Anchordeep. But you are sure that its not meant to be, no bishop would want to be with a simple weaponsmith, right? You shake the thought of the squid from your mind as you decide it was time to open for the day. Kallamar wouldn’t be here for a while, as he had some duties to attend to. You take off the covers of your tent to display your legendary quality weapons to the waiting followers. They excitedly look at your stock, asking you questions and ogling at your craftsmanship.

You were one of the best weaponsmiths on the island, so it was little wonder why they were so ecstatic. The morning wore on as it became afternoon. A scythesman had asked you for instructions on upkeep for the scythe you had sold to him. You happily obliged, thanking him for wanting to take care of your hard work. Your attention is mostly centered on the tutorial at hand, but you hear a clatter of fallen swords that make you cringe.

One of your compound eyes looks over to the sound, not turning yourself fully to it so as not to accidentally swing the scythe in your hands and alert everyone to a problem. You see a crab follower look around to see if anyone has noticed the commotion. With little people around the booth right now and you seemingly have not noticed. The follower quickly put the sword into their holster and started to casually walk away.

Your blood boiled as you looked at the customer you were helping. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have a pest to deal with.” You say as you give him his weapon back. “Oh, don’t worry about it, I’ll come back if I have any questions. You go get your sword back.” He laughed as he watched you storm over to the thief. “Hey you, stop where you are!” You yelled, trying to keep your cool as they stopped with a startled expression. You would at least hear what they had to say, it would be unfair to not in your eyes. “O-oh, y-yes (Y/N)? What can I help you with?” They stutter, not looking you in the eyes as yours scan them.

“Why did you steal one of my swords, hm? I know that you didn’t come in with one of your own.” You say with a hard expression. “W-what! I would never steal! I swear!” They explain, slowly inching away from you and turning their holster away from you. “You are full of shit, and you know it. Just give it back to me and I will simply ban you from my store. So please give it back.” Both sets of  your antenna are now twitching out of anger, your second set of arms the serve as your ‘hunting’ or ‘boxing set are ready to move if needed.

They notice your irritation, but still try to defend their actions. “I promise that this sword is mine! You must have been m-mistaken!”. You scoff, “Do you think of me as dull? Well, I promise you that I am sure of this thief you have committed. I will give you one last chance to give my weaponry back, and then I will not be so nice.” You hear a crowd of followers gathering to watch the scene, knowing the fate the new follower would have If they chose to not head your warnings. They look you in the eyes for the first time since you came over, fear lased their face as they try to turn and run.

But before they could even turn from you, the water around your punch boils as their head goes flying. Their body crumbles to the ground as you let the water cool down. You gave them multiple chances! Your antennal fins flutter to calm you down as you hear cheers thrown your way. You grab your sword from the dead follower’s holster, as you hear a familiar voice above the rest. “That was a lovely shot, my friend. I do apologize for that of follower of mine giving you such trouble.” Kallamar says as he claps his hands, smiling at you with joyful amusement in his eyes.

You blush furiously as you stand up, brushing yourself off even though there is some blood on your apron. “O-oh! Thank you Kallamar, I am glad to see you.” You smile as you walk back over to your booth to clear up the mess the thief left. “What kind of weapons are you looking for today? I made a great on that would look lovely in your collection-“

“Well actually, there was something else I was hoping to talk to you about, my dear...” he blushes.

[picturejasper20]

So, Vlad Corrupted AU

Words: Around 1940 words

Summary: One day Danny finds Vlad in his mansion a strange state. Vlad's ghost form is drastically different and he doesn't seem remember who he is. Because of this, Danny tries helping Vlad to go back to normal by bringing his memories back. As some time passes, Danny begins to reflect on his relationship with the older halfa and the reasons of why he is helping him, not being sure of why.

-Note that this isn't meant to be a full story. It is more like a ¨pilot¨, if you could say, of the overall idea i have for this AU. I may write a whole story based on it in the future.

Flying as fast as he could, he dodged some floating islands that were on his way, trying to not crash into them from the speed he was going. He already had a lost quite a lot of time having to fight a ghost on his way back home and having released them in the Ghost Zone afterwards. When he had been trying to pack up the things he needed, Jack came, telling him about the new idea for an invention he had come up with. He pretended to listen until he said that it was getting late as he had to meet with Tucker.

That was a lie.

Or a semi-lie, because Danny was indeed going to visit someone, but he wasn’t fully sure if he would call him a ¨friend¨ yet. The nature from their relationship had been pretty weird since this whole thing started.

The teen was carrying a backpack and a bag that had different stuff in them. It was mostly food, some old photos and blankets. It was important for where he needed to go, which had become a routine for him around the last month.

Not arriving on time wasn’t exactly a problem. However, he didn’t want to make the other wait too long neither. He didn’t want him to become worried and go to look for him, specially not in the state he was currently in.

Finally, at the distance, Danny saw the island he was flying forwards to. It was around half of the size of Skulker’s island, with some trees spread around and what would be a hill in the center of it all. It was in a desolated part of the Ghost Zone where the biggest threat one could stumble into was a group of wandering blobs.

Danny flew down to the island to the direction of the hill. He landed and started walking for a few minutes until he came close to a opening cave that was at the base of the hill. He looked around and yelled.

¨Hey, I’m here! I’m sorry that I got a bit late, some stuff happened.¨ He moved closer to the cave, waiting for some movement or response back. ¨Are you here?¨

Some shrieks sounds came from the cave, answering back. Two red pupiless eyes appeared inside the opening, observing at Danny with attention.

¨You can come out. It is just me, it is safe.¨ The teen made a gesture to the being that was hiding to approach him. The entity blinked a few times and then slowly flew to where Danny was, making more shrieks sounds.

The being himself was Vlad Plasmius, also known as Vlad Masters. Except his appearance had some clear differences to the ones he usually had. He was in his ghost form but most of his body looked like a shadow. His red eyes and teeth were the main things that weren’t shadow like. His form was quite taller than his usual ghost form and his hands had sharp point to them, as they were claws. Some parts of his suit and cape were torned but was hard to pick up because of them being the same color.

Vlad flew around Danny while making some chirp and bat sounds. Together they sounded that like actual words, as he was telling something to the teen. He was curious about what it was inside the backpack and the bag, watching them in detail.

The young halfa had found out that the sounds Vlad was actually making was an ancient language called Ghost Speak. When he first heard of this, he started doing more research on it, trying to see if he learn how to speak it to understand Plasmius better but, so far, he had only picked up a few words. For Danny’s luck, the man was still able to understand human language, or english in this case.

¨Yeah, yeah, i know you want to see what i brought this time. Just give me a minute¨ Danny left the backpack and bag on the ground. He opened the backpack, moving things around. He took out a green bowl, showing it to Vlad. ¨These are the leftovers from the stew i had last night. I hope you don’t mind them being cold¨

The older halfa ghost grabbed the bowl and the spoon that was passed to him, chirpping as he did so. He went and sit on a rock, eating the leftovers from the bowl with much pleasure. In meantime Danny continued pulling out things such as blankets, bottles full of water, biscuits and cheese. While searching on his backpack, he touched something thin. He took it out and saw it was a photo of a landscape.

He looked at Vlad, who had finished eating and was now floating around. With a smile, he enthusiastically flew and moved the photo to the other’s eye level for the other to see.

¨Hey, does this look familiar to you?¨ The photo was a field landscape from Wisconsin, with different trees on the side of the road and in between the fields. There were hills in the background. The entire scenario had different shades of green under a clear blue clean sky.

Vlad narrowed his eyes at the sight of image. He grabbed it with a claw, pulling it closer. After what it must have been minutes, his eyes opened wide and faced Danny, chirpping as he pointed at the photo.

¨You know it?¨ He saw Vlad nod his head in response. ¨So you do remember!¨ His expression turned happier, his eyes filled with hope.

That’s another aspect that Danny had learned when he first had found Vlad in this state: The man wasn’t fully able to remember who he was, with only having some vague fuzzy memories in between. He didn’t have an idea of who he was or what had changed his form like that. He even had tried attacking Danny when the teen had spotted him at his mansion on Wisconsin until he was reminded of who Daniel was.

When Danny tried asking Clockwork, he was explained that Vlad was ¨corrupted¨. It could happen for multiple reasons, one of the most common ones having correlation with a ghost’s emotional drive- what motivates them, their main desire- however there could be other reasons for it to happen.

There wasn’t an specific cure for corruption, as it was unique the way it manifested itself on each ghost. In spite of returning from corruption it was pretty rare to happen, Clockwork suggested that the ghost being reminded of who they used to be could be a good way to start, such as showing them things they could be familiar with.

So, for the past month, Danny has been checking up on Vlad and trying to find anything he could about his personal life. The places he has lived in, his family, books he has read…it had been a rather slow process but it seemed to be working so far.

Now he was currently sitting under a tree, resting with his hands behind his head. Vlad was next to him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow, probably being half-asleep. After Danny had told him about his day and the ghost fight he had, the two had fallen into silence, staying like that for a while.

Danny moved his gaze from the green swirls in the sky to the halfa who was beside him. In spite of not remembering well who Danny was, for some reason he seemed have to certain fondness of the teen. He was one of the few ghosts or people that Vlad didn’t jump to attack at plain sight. The young halfa wasn’t sure himself why this happened, why of all the people Vlad would see his own archnemesis as an ally. On the other hand, it was a good thing, as he didn’t want know what would had happened if it hadn’t been the case.

Speaking about that, Danny still wasn’t sure why he was helping Vlad. At first it had been a feeling of pity, because waking up one day having not knowing who you are and having transformed into something else must be really confusing for anyone. But after that it had changed into something different… a sentiment he couldn’t himself explain. Perhaps curiosity to learn more about Vlad… or being the only other halfa he knew oustide of Dani… whatever it was it was unclear for him.

The situation of their current dynamic was hard to define as well. Since Vlad didn’t remember who Danny was, that meant that he didn’t fight nor try to manipulate him. There wasn’t any worry of Vlad coming up with a plan to attack Jack or drag the Fentons into his fruitloop plans. In his corruption state, the older halfa didn’t have much idea of his battle history against Danny and he treated the teen more as a friend.

It had been certainly been… weird, to put it lightly, being able to interact with Plasmius without being blasted through a wall or zapped into unconsciousness. It almost felt nice being able to hang out like this with the millionaire… if it weren’t for the fact that it wasn’t something that the adult ghost had chosen to do, as it was more result of his mind being confused.

Sam and Tucker had suggested Danny to not worry about Vlad considering the bad things he had done, that no one owned him anything. Tucker had even brought up that it could be a good idea to leave him in the state he was in, since Danny wouldn’t have to worry about him bothering him again, and, to Danny and Tucker’s surprise, Sam had agreed with Tucker in his idea.

Part of him wouldn’t deny that his friends had a point. It has been rather quiet ever since Vlad had transformed… however, another part of him felt it wasn’t right to leave him like this. It felt somewhat cruel, even with being a fruitloop archnemesis.

He let out a sigh and moved his hand to the adult halfa’s shoulder, shaking him a bit. ¨Hey¨ The other opened his eyes at the movement, making an annoyed tired growl. ¨It’s getting quite late for me. I think i should get going¨ He stood up from the tree, followed up by his counterpart. As he walked to pick up his backpack and bag, he heard a low cry from behind. He turned around to see Vlad with a sad look on his face, with his ears dragged down. The expression made him look like a kicked puppy.

Feeling guilt in his stomach, he dragged a hand down on his face and went back to grabbing his things. ¨Look, i know you want me to stay a bit longer but i have to go. Remember i told you that i have my home back on Amity Park. My parents are going to get mad if i’m late for dinner¨

He looked at the older halfa again, who was still down with a disappointed expression. He approached him wearing a kind smile. ¨Don’t worry. I’ll be back in two days. Okay?¨

He waited until he saw the other changing his mood, who returned a sad smile and chirped, nodding at Danny.

With a wave, Danny turned to the sky and took off, leaving the island. He looked back at it a few times. Once it was a mere spot in the distance, he faced ahead, accelerating his own speed, hoping that he would reach home in time to avoid getting into trouble.

[simnostalgia]

@hugelunatic Hi, it's me, the person who scraped GOS! Sorry I couldn't reblog the original post so, here is my response.

First of all, I wanted to say. Thank you for everything you do for our community. You've really been a major part of The TS2 community from the beginning!

Second, you'll stop me from archiving when you pry the archiving software out of my cold, dead hands.

Do you know about Plumb Bob Keep? That's a real question because as the TS2 modding community gets ever smaller and becomes more and more insular it gets harder to know who is on what moderation team and who co-runs what. However, if you do know Plumb Bob keep you'd know that recently the owner died. Which meant that suddenly the entire community had to scramble.

Fortunately, they were able to get in contact with the family (in their time of mourning) to ask "Hey, sorry about the dead girl, can I has password please? I need my fix of virtual doll clothes"

I don't blame them for this. They'd obviously put a lot of time into this and the reason I know that is because I got approached to see what I could do when the site was offline and they were still trying to figure out what to do. Unfortunately, when a site's only existing documentation exists in the WayBackMachine that makes it basically impossible to scrape.

And this isn't even the first time this happened, when Yahoo Groups shutdown, ArchiveTeam had trouble talking to MOST older simmers because they were so fucking touchy about their content. Literally our community has a reputation for being obnoxious about TOUs and 'rights' to the point where they'd basically given up trying to archive anything that had to do with The Sims.

So if you thought that this was because I was concerned that you were running into the ground. Rest assured, I'm doing this in case you get in a fatal car accident so we don't have to call your mourning loved ones to ask the very cringe question: "Do you know about the forum from 2008 that your spouse/son/father/sister/daughter/mother ran? Can we have access to it please. I have recolors that I'd DESPERATELY love to get back."

As far as bandwidth goes, I do my best to make sure that I scrape with as little intrusion as possible and your load is lighter since you don't host any of the actual CC or even 75% of your own images.

Now, we could talk about what this really is: a pissing contest. But don't worry. I have no real interest in encroaching on your territory of running an alternative style sims 2 forum from 2008. I love GOS, or I wouldn't have made sure that it didn't fucking disappear into the ether.

But believe me, no one is choosing to look through a list of 10,000 zip files without images or descriptions as a replacement for a fully functional forum with like... images of the items. My archive of GOS is pretty much only for creators and people who know EXACTLY what they're looking for.

And that goes similarly for everyone worried about their precious TOUs in the comments of the original post. No one, and I mean no one, prefers to dig through an entire fucking ass ton of files labeled shit like "[POOKLET] SKYSIMS MESH 007 - UNNATURAL COLORS"

In fact, I've had several creators thank me because the scrape unearthed some shit they'd thought they'd lost. And if you don't like it, or me, get in line. I assure you there is metric fuck ton of people from patreon who hate me far more.

However, I would like to say that whenever you / or any other creator who is mad about this / literally any simmer, is searching for a dependency because someone got in some obscure internet drama and deleted all their cc or Mediafire got shut down by the RIAA or whatever the fuck.

You, for as "annoyed" as you are, will remember the big ass zip file and CTRL + F your ass to what you're looking for. And I'm going to say it now, for when that moment comes:

You're welcome. No hard feelings.

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

this became v long and rambly sorry!

music was decent but unremarkable overall like none of it was particularly memorable. they made the orchestra pit the pool which was kind of cool and the valley of ashes set was nice. other sets were meh imo. the performers were the only reason the entire show wasn't completely flat. esp eva noblezada and the nick i saw (i saw the u/s). they just did not give jeremy jordan much to do except be in love w daisy in their scenes together so his presence just felt kind of awkward on stage. samantha pauly was decent as jordan but the amount of time spent on nick and jordan (mostly them being v In Love and getting engaged) seems to have ended up leaving nick and gatsby on the cutting room floor. like nick and gatsby talk once when gatsby tells him about daisy and asks him to set up a meeting, they interact a bit when gatsby is panicking right before seeing daisy, and then they talk right before gatsby dies. 2/3 are completely about daisy and literally nothing else which is esp irritating given how uninteresting nick and jordan are in their scenes. even the numbers that were meant to be classic splashy broadway dance numbers were really boring (and i say this as someone w a deep fondness for splashy broadway dance numbers) and didn't feel particularly rooted in the time period, which is a missed opportunity imo. i didn't really like much of the choreography either as someone who has no real knowledge about dancing lol -  it just wasn't fun to watch. they tried to use wolfsheim as narrator-adjacent in the 2nd act opening which was incredibly boring. they also try and create tension by having wolfsheim threaten gatsby bc he's hasn't been doing his job or w/e and it does not work at all. myrtle and george's separate numbers in the 2nd act were better than most of the rest of the show. esp myrtle's bc she has a come-to-jesus moment about tom right before getting killed which has more impact than the entire rest of the show. they move the beautiful little fool convo (as a song) to the end which was baffling to me bc nick is like "you're just hiding away w your money when gatsby got killed bc he took the blame for you murdering someone" and then daisy sings about hoping her daughter's a beautiful little fool like ?????? girl wtf are you talking about. it just felt so out of place. found the writing for daisy v frustrating bc they did the thing where they try to make a character more likable by dulling or removing their flaws and end up just removing anything that makes them interesting. tom was so flat. even the way any scene w him was directed was flat, esp when he hits myrtle. no impact at all you barely even notice it happen. i was bored throughout most of the show. i get what you said about it being beautiful but empty but even the parts that could get by on that had no entertainment value.

Oh holy shit it’s worse than I thought. I knew they made nick straight, which yeah fine okay I can step outside my Stupid Gay Nick world long enough to accept that straight nick is the norm, whatever, so disappointing but whatever—

But he and jordan are like. Engaged?…really? Mr. I Wont Be Rumored Into Engagement? Getting engaged to a woman in the spotlight? Who he can’t even admit to loving fully? Are you goddamn motherfucking joking with me right now?

And like. I get that there’s no real villain in the great gatsby and that’s the point, it’s the system not the people whatever. But you mean to tell me they looked at tom, that fucking asshole, and then *didn’t use him to colorize the scenes?* You expect me to believe anyone else is ‘good’ in this when TOM BUCHANAN’S greatest sin is being boring? Where’s the fucking bottom line? Where’s the depth of character?

And then…nick and jay don’t even talk but three goddamn times?

Huh?

What?

I’m serious. Even canon nick fucking carraway admitted to hanging out with him often.

And also WOLFSHIEM AS THE NARRATOR??

Like. It’s very important that nick is the narrator. He fits such a very very specific niche of a character that he just cannot be replaced without damaging the integrity of the story as we know it, which is clearly cut and dry the story they aimed to tell. Do you think fitz’s choice in OPENING THE BOOK discussing not jay and daisy but NICK’S ‘GOOD’ CHARACTER was just an accident??? Hello??? Is anyone seeing this?

I can’t even. Like. Huh???

God it makes me SO mad they fumbled daisy too. In a modern gaze we have sooooo much more room to explore her character and they just fucking. They fumbled the goddamn bag. The failed her, and I’ve already talked about how unfair it was to cast Eva in a role defined by its whiteness. God. I just. Oh my god

[rayons1only1started]

Tawy

Since I last saw Red, which was a few minutes ago, he has passed out. I feel so bad for him. I can only imagine what being Ash's victim could be like. Whatever it was telling him, it was too much for him.

Poor Red.

I hope Tawny gets here fast.

Red can't last like this a lot longer. I can't either, watching him.

I should tell the Rainbow Friends what I know. But I simply can't. It's not their burden to bear, even if they want to. They don't know how lucky they are.

I then heard a sound that didn't belong to any of the Friends. Someone dragging their legs along the ground, and breathing heavily. Could that be-?

Tawny?

"Tawny?"

"Davis? Are you in there?" [Davis was in the infirmity, and Tawy was walking through the shrub maze.]

"Oh my gosh I'm so glad you came, Trenton- Tawny? Why do you... look like that?" I asked, for the being that turned the corner didn't look like the Tawny I knew. Or sound like her, for it spoke in a rough, deeper, slightly cracked voice. Tawny was wearing an AViVA hoodie, with a hood long enough to hide her eyes. Over her mouth was a red mask with a snarl on it. She was also wearing torn black emo jeans. And was completely soaked.

"I got used to people, Davis. "

"Also, I crashed my car on my way here. You don't have any coffee around do you? I've been up all night." this may have seemed rude, but for Tawy it was positively nice. 

"Sorry Tawny, I don't think there is any coffee around here." I responded, sounding a bit surprised.

"Oh well, the day was meant to go bad. And could you call me Tawy? The others call me that. Well, the few times they addressed me by name, and not bitch, or other colorful names." Tawny said as she plopped down on the chair that I wasn't sitting in.

"Where's Trenton? You guys looked so cute together. Did he break up with you?" Tawy asked yawning, promptly ignoring the cots.

I responded really fast, too fast, with a faint blush on my face; "We were never together, or in love, and he is... a bit broken."  I was a little shaken at the last part.

Tawy looked at him from under her hood. "It's obvious that you both liked each other. Please tell me you noticed that, and didn't think that he never acted strange around you. And what the fuck do you mean 'Broken'?" She inquired.

I blushed harder still, but my expression was of a mourner at a funeral. "I think he freed Ash. Then Ash drove him insane. Then a few minutes ago he blacked out." I replied "Do you know how Ash speaks?"

"Yeah, but I sure hope that I don't have to hear that bastard's voice again, because the first and last time I heard it, it was screaming curse words at me in pain. And its voice... it's unearthly. Like, where have you ever heard that voice? Fucking unearthly." Tawy remarked.

"That's its real voice. It apparently was in too much pain to use its softer ones. It would Never use its real voice on purpose. I don't know why. Perhaps It doesn't like it. But to the point. Ash's other voices are soft and feathery, and if you don't know about that you will think it is your own conscience. Now imagine, those soft, feathery voices, that you think are yourself whispering all your worst fears, all your traumas, confirming them, and you can't escape."

"You can't get away. They will drive insane." I made it worse, picturing Trenton, stuck with all that.

"Damn. I knew Trenton was dealing with horrible stuff, but that, that is just fucking disgusting. I mean, trapping your victim with those hell angel voices, that's just honor-less. Ash is such a piece of shit. Who, who would do this?" Tawy is right in every way.

"Damn. Poor Trenton. Stuck with the hell angels telling him you don't like him." Tawy's face may have been hidden, but I could tell she was smirking.

"Fuck you, Tawy. Since when were you such a smart alec?" I didn't even blush this time. And how could she joke about this?

"At least I'm not- nevermind. You didn't fully answer my question. Where is Trenton?"

"He's right over there. Second cot." I couldn't stand to look as I gave instructions.

Tawy went over to Trenton's cot. 

"Poor Trenton."

I nodded in agreement.

"So, what are we going to do about this? Just track down the sick motherfucker and *Tawy drew a line across her throat*."

"That's the plan, so far. I don't really know, maybe I'll distract it and you'll go and stab it. But later. I want to get some sleep. Also, try and hide yourself from Ash. It doesn't know you are here." I told Tawy. I'd been up all night.

She left, leaving me alone with Trenton. He was still out. Was it really obvious I loved him? Were all the things Tawy said true? Were me and Trenton really this blind?

I'd give anything to be like before, even if we were just friends. 

I simply can't believe he is insane.

If Trenton was still sane, what would have happened?

Did he even realize that the voices weren't his conscience?

Just wait Trenton, we'll make Ash pay for this.

I should go to sleep.

I should.

I can't!

----------------Time skip-----------------

"Davis! Get your ass up and come do something about Trenton!" a rough voice came through my semi-conscious state.

"Huh...? Is he awake..?"I groaned, not happy that Tawy had woken me up.

"Noooo, I just wanted you to look at your boyfriend. Yes, dipshit, he's awake!". Wow. Tawy really needs to drop the sarcasm and quit taunting me about Trenton. We're not together. Or in love.

I sat up, my cheeks burning. How does she even come up with these phrases?

"Be careful around him; he thinks you'll hurt him." I told Tawy before she could bound over there and have Trenton blackout again.

"I wasn't going to do anything, you go tell your boyfriend we're all friends. I don't want to make him blackout." Damn. Such sass.

"You just want to ship us. And we aren't in love!" I said angrily, as I headed over to Trenton's cot.

"Sure, dipshit. Want me to leave so you can make out in peace?" she offered innocently. 

"WE AREN'T IN LOVE!" I practically shouted, but not loud enough for Trenton to flinch.

"Well, I'll be 'round the corner chatting with some random Rainbow Friend. You two make out in peace!" with that Tawy waved and left, and I could tell she was smirking. Someone has to do something about all that sass.

I sigh. I'm not sure Trenton can recognize me. And if he can, why in the world would he care about my god forsaken feelings? 

I have to try. "Trenton?"

He sat up away from me, like last time. And he looked even more scared. 

"Trenton. I know you can hear some voices in your head. They aren't you. They aren't your conscience. They are someone named Ash. Ash is messing with your head." I paused, looking down.

"Don't believe what it tells you. I will come up with a plan soon. Just hold on." I looked back at him, and he was staring unblinking back at me, full of pain and confusion. 

I took his hand, this time allowing him to take it back. He didn't, but still flinched with the contact.

"Trenton, can you say anything?". He probably can't.

"... stay... ash... can't... no...   .... stay... n... o... pl... e... a... s... e..." he whispered, clearly in pain. Oh god, his voice. That bitch Ash.

"I'll stay. Please tell me you want me to leave." I told him, though I doubt he would like that. I moved to sit next to him. He actually didn't seem to be afraid of that.

He seemed to look even more confused at this, but that made his eyes a bit less clouded with pain. Poor Trenton. I wish I could help him more.

Just then, he whisper shouted "... stop... no... stay... no... no... no... not... please... stay... stop... no... hurts... stop... no... no... stop... " and started clutching at his head.

I got up quickly, but Trenton didn't stop. 

"... no... stay... please... stop... stop... sorry... sorry... no... plea... se... stop... st... op... stay... no... wait... stay... no... st... ay... w... ai... t... s... t... a...y... s... o... r... r...y... no... n... o... n... o...   "

I shouted "TAWY! GET YOUR ASS HERE!" and started toward Trenton. His words were growing more spread out, and softer. Just I was close enough to touch him, he turned his head toward me, and collapsed. I caught him, but he was already out. "TAWY!"

She turned the corner, her mask off, scowling. "What. Me and Green were- OH SHIT!". I take it that she saw Trenton. 

"So... Ash?"

"YES ASH! I WOULDN'T DO THIS TO HIM!" I shouted. I put Trenton back on his cot as Tawy walked over.

"Davis? I think it's time to see Ash." I ignored her, my eyes still on Trenton. Even unconscious he looked in pain, but that didn't make him seem any less cuter. I wanted to KILL Ash for this.

"Davis? You done admiring your boyfriend?" TAWY!

"WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!!! FOR THE LAST TIME!" NOT NOW!

"Ok ok, jez, cool your annoying ass down." Tawy said, but I could tell she was trying hard not to snap back.

"Let's find Ash.". Tawy nodded.

Fuck you so damn bad Ash! Why are you taking your anger out on Trenton?! Why the hell are you like this, cruel and heartless?! Why did I even create you?!

[moss-and-marimos]

info dump to me about whatever media, OC's, albums, or anything else that comes to mind! :D (if you want to, that is)

infodump incoming about my dnd character

Grahhhhhh Percival makes me actually wild, hes a triton, he looks like this, sorry If ive showed you him before I cant remember

but this guy makes me actually wild. hes so unwell hes got so many issues. we've finally started getting a little into his lore in the campaign and I got to call his sister last session which is a big step, and hes finally getting comfortable with the party calling him nicknames which is a big deal because like very very early on campaign I told the other players that he was the type to silently judge you if you called him Perci instead of Percival if you weren't close with him, but last session was the first time one of the other people slipped and called him perci and I got to be like 'he doesnt react negatively' and theyre all like omg we got nickname privileges and im very happy about it at the same time unfortunately though, a lot of his development is kinda gonna go down the drain now because we've got a new player joining the campaign and its really gonna mess him up, he was finally feeling comfortable in the character dynamic, they just saved his life literally and that means a lot to him, but now a new person is joining and thats going to feel like a big betrayal of trust he had a party before this one a few years ago, when he was a lot newer to the surface, and they didnt really care about him or treat him well, and so to get healed by the others meant a lot, because the other party wouldnt heal him unless he was fully downed, always saying that he was overreacting because he was a kid (he was 16-17 at the time) which just wasn't true, this guy has a high pain tolerance and is used to hiding injuries from adults, and so to 1. see his party immediately heal him and for even the pacifist to start taking the fight seriously once he got seriously injured meant a ton, and 2. that they didnt immediately freak out at his blood being the 'wrong color' (his blood is blue) also meant a ton to him. this guy has issues he has so many issues. hes got some kind of complex about not being human enough and it messes him up, but the party has all been nice about him being nonhuman and it means a lot, even though he still tries to mask a lot of his nonhuman traits around them

in the future at some point the campaign is going to go back to the undersea and im trying to figure out how he would react to that. even though hes a fish and comes from the ocean, ever since he left at 16 I dont think hes ever, or at least not often, gone back. his parents were really awful, and hes scared to step very deep into the water because, even though he can breathe underwater literally, metaphorically it would feel like drowning. I think he might be able to put it aside for a little bit for the sake of the party and having to teach them how to move around underwater and stuff, but I definitely think it would mess him up pretty bad. he would also be happy to see his sister though, she's an artificer, and is probably going to be the one to give them the stuff that allows them to breathe underwater, he cares about her a ton and vice versa. ironic for him to be a fish with a fear of the ocean

fun little details about him: - he has a sending stone flavored as a seashell, his shell phone we call it, he uses it to call his sister and thats the only contact it has, and its a cowrie shell (his sisters' is a conch) - He really idolizes his sister, she pretty much raised him, she's the reason he dyes his hair white and wears it in a ponytail - This fish is transgender 💪💪💪 so is his sister too - He can bioluminesce and its one of his stims is that he makes the lights flash up and down his forearms - his name is a fish pun based on the genus perciformes

We got to do a thing recently where he was like actually scared, because he has a lot of issues with bodily autonomy and so being mind controlled is one of his worst fears/triggers, and there was/is a very real potential for that to happen, and its one of the first times the party has ever seen him scared and I love describing the changes in his body language. Most of the time he presents himself very confidently for lack of better term, very open body language, but when hes scared that changes, he doesnt lean back as much, his tail flicks, he clutches at his forearms (especially since one was recently injured when he almost died) and leaves claw marks in his leather bracers, etc

I have more I might put in another reblog bc this is getting really long

traumatized with so many issues -> 🐟

[remyfire]

Silence, her face hidden by the paper in her hands. She waits, rocking on the balls of her feet for her audience to absorb her work before Erin peeks over her drawing. Wide ocean eyes and unruly blond curls spring to life as she lowers the paper. "See? See?" She implores, pointing at the squiggles and circles meant to stand in for people. "That's Baby," she begins, pointing at the smallest figure, meant to be herself. "That's Mommy and Daddy," Erin continues, pointing at the second smallest figure and the massively tall one on either side of her. "An' Uncle Hawk an' Uncle Mack Tire!" She's quite proud of it too, especially when she holds it back out and exclaims, "See! We hold hands!!" Which is true, the five figures connected by the hands even as squiggled and messy as the drawing is. "You like it?"

(QUAD FLUFF QUAD FLUFF QUAD FLUFF QUAD FLUFF—)

There's a long moment where there's no response. It's not surprising that Erin has finally drawn a full family portrait, but the implications of it take a little bit of time to fully set in for all observing parties.

Erin pops her head around the side of the paper with a frown, and that's what spurs BJ into dropping to one knee in front of her with a warm smile as he cocks his head to the side. "It's perfect, sweetie. I love the colors you chose." He taps them one by one. "Red for Uncle Hawk, pink for me, blue for Mommy..." There is one detail, however, that makes his smile just a bit more barbed. "Why did you make me and the Tire hold hands?"

"BJ," Peggy murmurs with that sweet warning tone from the kitchen table. Trap, who'd been grabbing the orange juice out of the fridge, stares holes through BJ's head, which he doesn't acknowledge.

One long, slow, deep breath in. "Sorry. Daddy misspoke." No, he didn't. "I meant Uncle McIntyre."

Erin blinks rapidly. "'Cause Mommy and Uncle Hawk always hold hands."

"Do we?" Hawkeye glances all around the room, even to the ceiling, trying to solve the mystery, then gasps gently when he looks down and finds his fingers lightly laced with Peg's on top of the table, just like they have been for the past ten minutes. He beams at her, like isn't this just the most delightful surprise? "Oh, look at that!"

Peg presses her lips together, trying as hard as she can not to laugh.

BJ nods encouragingly. "That's right, they do. You've got great eyes. I love how you see the world." Encouragement is the name of the game—even when his daughter accidentally manifests absolutely awful things. He can accept Trapper's presence in their home and even the joy he brings to both Peggy and Hawk, but there are lines in the sand one should never cross. "But you know what?" He drops his voice.

Erin leans in. "What?" she asks in the loudest stage whisper known to man.

BJ taps the page again. "You forgot someone extremely important."

Erin stares back at him. He can see the gears turning behind her eyes in her young but incredible mind. Finally she gasps and turns and starts running out of the room as fast as her tiny legs can go. "Waggle! I didn't do Waggle!!"

Hawk's the one who finally succumbs to the laughter, bright and beautiful sounds that fill the whole room, only going muffled when Trapper circles around behind him and puts a hand over his mouth to muffle it. "Quiet, don't embarrass her," Trap tries to say as commandingly as he can, but it doesn't quite work when his words are wobbling from his own barely restrained laughter. "You wanna give her an art complex for the rest of her life, Hawk?"

Hawk pulls Trap's hand down when he's got himself more in control, but his eyes still sparkle. "S-Sorry, sorry, she's just so goddamn cute," he whispers.

Trap taps Hawk on the thigh, and Hawk obligingly stands up just enough so Trapper can slip into the chair. Hawkeye retakes his throne shortly after on Trapper's lap, burying his face in the man's curls so he can keep his last few chuckles quiet.

As BJ sinks into the seat next to Peg, he rubs his face. "You know she's going to start saying things to people soon."

"Or doing them," Trap points out. Out of all of them, he's the one with the most to lose—the last thing he needs is a summer visitation with his girls becoming the final one because word of his perverse lifestyle makes its way across the whole country to Massachusetts.

Peg clears her throat in the particular way she does when she's trying not to laugh as well. "It might be a bit too late for the latter."

"You're kidding."

"No."

"Yes," Peg murmurs. "Do you remember the birthday party at the Stantons last Saturday for their little girl?"

The three men stare her down. Beej is the one to speak. "What happened?"

"I stepped into the kitchen for a second to refill my tea." Peg clears her throat, brushing one of her fingers over her upper lip, trying to keep her voice even. "When I went back to the backyard, Erin had every single child holding hands."

Trapper wraps his arm around Hawkeye's waist to steady him better as he peeks around his arm. "Well, I mean, kids play games doing that sort of thing all the time. Hell, the first thing we taught Becky and Cathy was to always be holding hands before we crossed the street or anything."

Peg slowly shakes her head. "They weren't playing anything. They were just talking and waiting before cake. Then she started leading them one by one to the table in a little daisy chain behind her."

They all absorb this information. It's tricky. Celebrate how their little girl is unafraid to be affectionate with her friends? Or squash it where it stands? All four of them spent so long being isolated to one degree or another that restraining physical contact in the house feels almost impossible.

"We have to talk about this," BJ points out, scanning over them. "Make an actual game plan for what we're gonna do from here on out."

Hawk looks between BJ and Peg with fondness. "With your lead, she's maybe a week out before she just starts laying a wet one on all her friends when she sees them."

"Jesus." Beej rubs his eyes.

"Well?" Peg heaves a sigh. "Where do we even start with this?"

They're all at a loss. They're still processing when Erin calls, "Okay, I'm done!" from the other room and comes running back.

Sheer instinct is what makes Trap shove Hawk straight out of his lap and onto the floor, and arguably is also what makes Hawk follow his yelp with a loud, "FUCK!"

Erin skids to a stop in the kitchen door with huge eyes and a gasp. "UNCLE HAWK."

After all her hard work at keeping it at bay, Peg finally bursts out in such a bright laugh that there are tears in her eyes.

[simnostalgia]

I'm the person who scraped GOS! I already wrote a response to this post but couldn't find the original but now that I have, I'm going to rewrite my reply.

First of all, I wanted to say. Thank you for everything you do for our community. You've really been a major part of The TS2 community from the beginning!

Second, you'll stop me from archiving when you pry the archiving software out of my cold, dead hands.

Do you know about Plumb Bob Keep? That's a real question because as the TS2 modding community gets ever smaller and becomes more and more insular it gets harder to know who is on what moderation team and who co-runs what. However, if you do know Plumb Bob keep you'd know that recently the owner died. Which meant that suddenly the entire community had to scramble.

Fortunately, they were able to get in contact with the family (in their time of mourning) to ask "Hey, sorry about the dead girl, can I has password please? I need my fix of virtual doll clothes"

I don't blame them for this. They'd obviously put a lot of time into this and the reason I know that is because I got approached to see what I could do when the site was offline and they were still trying to figure out what to do. Unfortunately, when a site's only existing documentation exists in the WayBackMachine that makes it basically impossible to scrape.

And this isn't even the first time this happened, when Yahoo Groups shutdown, ArchiveTeam had trouble talking to MOST older simmers because they were so fucking touchy about their content. Literally our community has a reputation for being obnoxious about TOUs and 'rights' to the point where they'd basically given up trying to archive anything that had to do with The Sims.

So if you thought that this was because I was concerned that you were running into the ground. Rest assured, I'm doing this in case you get in a fatal car accident so we don't have to call your mourning loved ones to ask the very cringe question: "Do you know about the forum from 2008 that your spouse/son/father/sister/daughter/mother ran? Can we have access to it please. I have recolors that I'd DESPERATELY love to get back."

As far as bandwidth goes, I do my best to make sure that I scrape with as little intrusion as possible and your load is lighter since you don't host any of the actual CC or even 75% of your own images.

Now, we could talk about what this really is: a pissing contest. But don't worry. I have no real interest in encroaching on your territory of running an alternative style sims 2 forum from 2008. I love GOS, or I wouldn't have made sure that it didn't fucking disappear into the ether.

But believe me, no one is choosing to look through a list of 10,000 zip files without images or descriptions as a replacement for a fully functional forum with like... images of the items. My archive of GOS is pretty much only for creators and people who know EXACTLY what they're looking for.

And that goes similarly for everyone worried about their precious TOUs in the comments of the original post. No one, and I mean no one, prefers to dig through an entire fucking ass ton of files labeled shit like "[POOKLET] SKYSIMS MESH 007 - UNNATURAL COLORS"

In fact, I've had several creators thank me because the scrape unearthed some shit they'd thought they'd lost. And if you don't like it, or me, get in line. I assure you there is metric fuck ton of people from patreon who hate me far more.

However, I would like to say that whenever you / or any other creator who is mad about this / literally any simmer, is searching for a dependency because someone got in some obscure internet drama and deleted all their cc or Mediafire got shut down by the RIAA or whatever the fuck.

You, for as "annoyed" as you are, will remember the big ass zip file and CTRL + F your ass to what you're looking for. And I'm going to say it now, for when that moment comes:

You're welcome. No hard feelings.

As long as the adsense revenue and donations cover most of the costs, GoS isn't going anywhere. So far my out of pocket cost is less than 25% of the total costs for the site, which is within my budget still. I'm hoping this coming year will be the same but ad revenue is down. I understand ads suck and do my best to remove the auto generated page take over ones and keep them small.

But you know what scraping the site does? Increases bandwidth and server load which costs me more money. This annoys me. I have a budget man.

If I were not willing/able to continue, then there would be an announcement on GoS. All costs are paid annually. The biggest in May which is the hosting itself, the domains are scattered throughout the year. All in it's only about $225 annually.

I mean, if someone is concerned about the state of the site, they could. I dunno. Ask someone?

[zaceouiswriting]

The gay and the jocks (3)

Character: Archie Andrews x male reader, Chuck Clayton x male reader, mentioning Connor Rowland (OC) x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Heavy smut, some minor kinks (Reading at your own discretion)

Connor did not only enjoy the first night without his family, but also the next morning. Before he even fully woke up, you already bounced up and down on his never-flaccid dick. His sudden moans, brought you out of the fog, almost making you scream in surprise. But as you felt his big soft hands on your waist, begging you to become faster, you did just that. He came just a moment later. But instead of stopping, he turned you both around, to show you how a real man, treats their partners.

As you walked into school that day, after the pounding you had received from Conner, there was a visible limb in your walk. People looked at you strangely, but you didn’t care. Head still up in the fog clouds of the sex you had all morning. Chuck on the other hand had avoided you completely.

The day you had promised Chuck, to meet up again, arrived sooner than you could’ve hoped. Heart beating fast, the nearer you came the place, you two hat met never before alone. As you saw him through the window, already playing with his vanilla shake and one cacao for you, already waiting for you, your hands began to sweat.

The doorbell rang as you entered the small diner. Not many people there, as you had hoped. Which let you get greeted by Pops himself. A smile from one ear to another as you greeted him back. Eyes almost immediately after falling onto Chuck. Who nervously sat in the booth, looking you up and down. A strange glimmer seemed to surround you. New confidence, that wasn’t there before.

You walked straight to him, never breaking eye contact. But as it came to you getting there. Chuck did not stand up to greet you. Just sitting there, staring up at you. So you just sat where the other shake was.

For a while, an uncomfortable silence fell over you two, as Chuck just mustered you. Obviously conflicted about what he should say to you.

In the end, it was you who had broken the eye contact, asking all kinds of questions, just talking about your interests. Never let anything slip from his infidelity or your adventures. That was until you looked down at your watch, seeing that it was almost eight in the evening. 

„Sorry, Chuck but I need to go,“ you suddenly told him. He became confused because he had seemed to the thought that maybe something would go on between you too.

„Why? What is going on? Are your parents coming back finally?“ You could only laugh at the last question. Are your parents coming home? As if they cared about you.

But you suddenly got a wrenching feeling in your stomach, as you almost said what you had planned. It felt like you were cheating on him. Even though you weren’t together anymore. Still, love wasn’t gone yet and maybe never will.

„I promised to meet someone,“ you only quietly told him. But he immediately knew what you had meant. He hung his head down again.

You even thought to hear him whimper, but that could’ve been only in your imagination. „Oh, okay. Do we see us again?“ His voice was low, almost broken. The entire thing began to affect him even more than it had you. You were sure, that he already got the point. But at this point, you really wanted to experience other people.

Still, you weren’t a monster, at least not yet. You stood up, walked to his side, and put a finger under his chin, so he would look in your eyes. To feel his smooth skin again, was so tempting that you almost wanted to end all of this and go back to him. Never in your life though, did you want him to think again, that he could do anything and you would still be at his side.

„Of course, we see each other again, you idiot. But we will not be together for a long time. I stand by what I have said to you. Either you accept it or not. Can you?“

He thought for a moment, before careful nodding. „Maybe I even let you watch sometimes.“ Every color out of his face drained, which looked quite funny, but it also was only a joke. „My god, sensitive much?“, you asked him, pinching his cheek.

Before he could answer, you finally set a kiss on his sinful lips. It was a chaste kiss, only feelings of love in it, „We see each other another day.“ With which you left him there, stunned, confused, and utterly lovestruck.

On the other hand, you walked down back far into the Northside. Standing right in front of a small house, in which you hoped the owner of it wouldn’t be home. The moment you had knocked, you heard something fall and then feet quickly approaching. The door got almost thrown out of its frame, as Archie had ripped it open. A satisfied, but also a nervous smile on his face. „Hey,“ he said with his normally almost innocent glint in his eyes. But his mind of innocence was dirtier than your thoughts. He stood half naked in front of you. Only short sweats, wet from his own sweat, just like the rest of his body. His abs glistened with it illuminated by the street lights, as well as the light of the hallway, behind him.

Instead of answering him, you pushed him in, hand on his sweaty chest. Closing the door, right behind you. As you heard the door click in, you pushed him against the next wall. Holding him there at his red hair, which was damped like everything else on him.

Looking slightly up at him, in his fierce brown eyes. He looked out of place, pressed against a wall, from a weaker guy. But he also seemed to enjoy it a bit. Instead of kissing him, you began to lick his neck. The sweat was delicious to you, salty but not bad. Right down, to his right nipple, which he only commented with a slight moan.

„You are sure, Fred isn’t coming back, right?“

„One hundred percent! He is out of town at a convention,“ he told completely out of breath already.

„Good.“ A devilish smile crept on your face, as you again took hold of him, this time by his shorts. You pulled him into the living room, pushing him down on an armchair, just pulling down his shorts, so that his already rock-hard dick, as well as his full balls, could get out.

„Not as big as I thought you would be Archibald but should be big enough to pound me really good later.“

You did not even give him a second to process your words before you already began sinking the cock, that was in your hand, down your throat. Only gasp and the sound of his fingernails digging into the fabric of the chair were to be heard.

Not the entire thing got into your throat at once, you wouldn’t want to overwhelm the poor guy, form the skills, you had thanks to Chuck. Just thinking about sinking down on his cock again, riding him into submission, bound to the bed, could make you cum.

For a moment you forgot that it was Archie in front of you and not him. Even though you felt bad and in still in love with Chuck. This was the most fun you had in your life, up until now. Having set with so many good-looking guys? Maybe even Chuck in the mix? It could be hard to just push this away again.

„Fuck!“, Archie groaned pushing your head down his cock. You believed that he hadn’t planned to do it, because of the shock, you had felt from him. His entire body stiffened, as he felt your mouth at his pubes. „Fuck, fuck, fuck“, he groaned increasingly louder. Letting his head fall, which let you stop what you were doing.

Finally, after a solid minute of you doing nothing to him, he was able to get his boneless body back to react, „What, why did you stop?“, he asked confused, almost angry.

„I want you looking me in the eyes, the entire time! Look away and I stop. And when you cum, I will also want to look you in the eyes. Close them and I will spit it all on the chair, understood?“

Taken aback, he could only stare at you, as you again dove down on him. Taking him in completely, while looking up into his completely mesmerizing eyes.

To feel his trimmed pubes on your face was just one of the best feelings overall. Chuck cuts them off completely, which is a turnoff for you, as you just discovered. Maybe one of the guys you will have a full bush? You only could hope.

He already began to twitch down your throat. Which only could mean, that he already was close. But his face hasn’t said anything in that direction. So you took out your trump card. The entire time able to watch, as his already slightly opened mouth, became wider as you began to massage his dick down your throat. Without a gag reflex, any oral with a man was more exciting. But maybe you also painted an unrealistic picture for him, because most people have a gag reflex. At the end of the day, you couldn’t care less.

Just as you had told him, his eyes didn’t leave yours, but his hands, began to play with his own nipples, while yours massages his perfect legs, once in a while, even going under his shorts. 

He couldn’t keep himself together for long. You had done this trick for a minute maybe even less, before he began to swear again, „Fuck… I'm coming! I'm coming, fuck… get off!“ He tried to warn you, but you ignored him, getting him even deeper, which was also the moment, a warm, thick fluid was shot down your throat.

„Fuuuuuuuck!“, he screamed out, while also buckling up into your head, finally even holding it into place as he came.

For a few seconds, he hold you there, to make sure everything was down already. His entire intimate area, wet from your spit, mixed with the sweat rolling down his body at this point.

His head already again leaning against the chair, breathing heavily. „Can you go again?“, you asked him with a hoarse voice. Still swallowing the remains of his cum. Which tasted awfully sweet. „What have you eaten?“

A slight blush came over his pale face, which was a wonder, because of the immense exercise he just had experienced. „I ate pineapples… Thy guys told me, that girls… the like it sweet.“ His voice is almost ashamed of what he just said. But you found it cute.

„At least you thought about me at all.“ You winked at him, which made him blush even more. „So can you go again?“, asked him slowly getting impatient.

„Give me a minute,“ he just told you. But you hadn’t planned on doing this.

„You have time until we get into your bedroom, not a second later. Now come, I finally want to experience how your dick feels in my ass!“

Already getting him up. His still hard dick, wobbling up and down, as he did. Balls hanging, which you just had to grab, „I hope they are as full as they seem.“ How his shorts hand perfectly the entire time, was a physical question you had no answer for in this sex-induced moment, but you also didn’t care. The only thing you knew was, that he looked hot in it.

In his bedroom, you instantly threw him on his bed, stripping seductively in front of him, until you were naked. Your slim, chiseled body, let his cock twitch again. His tongue wetted his lips, as his eyes took everything in.

„Is kissing okay?“, you asked him, as you slowly came to hover over him. But instead of answering you, he took your head and smashed your lips together. A fierce fight for dominance ensued, while you jerked his cock, so it wouldn’t go down.

He had won the fight, but you were still on top of him. „You will keep the clothes you have, okay? When you fuck me from behind, I want to feel those shorts,“ you whispered into his ear, before sinking yourself down on his hard, thick cock. Still winded from the pounding Connor had given you and your fingers, before you had met with Chuck.

„Fuck, feel soooo good.“ 

Hand discovering your body, while you already began to bounce up and down Archies cock, like the little whore you began to become. But you couldn’t care less, it was heaven on earth.

You rode him until he came. To your surprise directly after, he took the power, pressing you down on his mattress, pounding you directly after he came, so hard that you came in his sheets. But he didn’t seem to notice, just pounding to his heart's content.

Already ruined him, before anything could’ve happened. And now he was all yours and maybe even would compare any future sex partner with you.

Not caring, he pressed your head into the sheets with his colossal hand. Or that he degraded you. Telling you what a whore you are, that your holes an only to be filled, that this is the only use, for a faggot like you.

Normally you would’ve punched him for saying things like this. But in this setting, where you knew that he only did it for his pleasure and yours, it made you whimper. You could feel his smile on the back of your neck, as he kissed you there, after his words. „I knew it, just a little whore, needing a man to show him what it wants.“ To your utter horror, his words were enough to make you cum again.

His innocence you know knew, was fake, just like his inexperience. „Maybe he wouldn’t be the only one, comparing from now on,“ you thought with Archie pounding you even harder than before. 

You two fucked the entire night. And as you beforehand agreed, the entire next day as well, while it was a Saturday. Laying in bed with him the entire day, you sucking him off or him fucking you. Even cuddling, kissing, or watching movies. It felt rather domestic to you.

As you Saturday evening came back home and reactivated your phone, hundreds of texts came in. Only a couple from Chuck, trying desperately to connect to you again. But hundreds of texts from guys at your school, even some older guys at a nearby college, from the school at Greendale so on and so on. Most of them even with pics and videos, of them, standing naked in front of mirrors, teasing photos of them in the gym and some even jerking off. A couple took videos of them fucking others and sending them to you.

Whatever happened, someone had talked and you didn’t know if you should be happy or angry. Because Chuck most likely, will not like that. But you certainly will have your fun. Now you had hundreds of guys of your choosing. A sudden smile came across your face, as you realized what that meant. Sex as much as you wanted, until the end of the school year. More than enough time to rec up a massive body count.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

R! FO4 Companions React to Being Told They Look "Submissive and Breedable"

Ask: Companions being told they look submissive and breedable

So I wasn't quite sure what to do for the specific context on this one since it wasn't too specific, but I ended up going with Romanced FO4 companions being told this by Sole/Reader. I hope that's along the lines of what you had in mind!

I also am not really sure what I did in regards to the ask itself, some are more humorous, while others got a bit steamy, sooooooo idk. Do with this what you will, I just hope it's entertaining 😅 (this was a lot of fun to write though, tbh)

And here is this prompt with the New Vegas folks as well!

And the Fallout 3 folks!

NSFW under the cut, so beware!

Cait:

"Oh yeah? Why don't ye come an find out fer yerself just how submissive I can be."

Oh, she'd take your words as an invitation to get rough with you. If you meant this as a joke... no you didn't, not in Cait's eyes, anyway. Something about those exact words did seem to trigger a certain something in the redhead.

She wasn't always aggressive in the bedroom, taking the opportunity she never had before to actually be softer with her intimacy when she was with you, given that she was actually having sex with someone she cared about now. Which, unfortunately, was quite the unfamiliar feeling. But man, you give Cait the opportunity to pin you down and take you the way she likes, she's all over it. You think she looks submissive? You'd better be prepared to prove it, but the odds really aren't in your favor.

"If I'm gettin' bred, we're doin' it my way, ya hear?" She'd say, pinning you to the bed or the wall before beginning her ravenous assault on your body. You didn't really think you would best her, did you? (And really, did you even want to?)

Curie:

"Oh? You really think so?"

You'll have to explain the function of dirty talk or this sort of humor to the poor synth another time. For now though, she's honestly quite thrilled that you think so.

Were you really considering trying to breed her? Could she actually become pregnant? Was this something you had insight into? Something that you wanted? Is that the point you were at in your relationship?

"Zhis is wonderful news!"

Your wording was a bit strange, but the thought was at least there, no? If she felt you were both comfortable, you were far enough along in your relationship, and you were serious about your proposition, you could bet that she'd want to try. In fact, maybe she didn't need to know that it was dirty talk at all, because her enthusiasm at your words seemed just as satisfying as any other response she could have given.

Danse:

His eyes would widen to the size of saucers, and his face would flush a deep crimson color as you breathed the words in his ear. He'd want to make some kind of retort, to try and say something in response. Anything in response, really. But he'd instantly just become a flustered mess, trying desperately to swallow down the choking noise that rose to the top of his throat.

Danse would try to hold himself together until the two of you were fully alone, behind closed and locked doors; where, oddly enough, the Paladin would be ready and willing to relinquish his authority in order to please you. He'd be a good little submissive soldier, obeying your every order as you had your way with him, blushing all the while remaining impossibly hard at the thought of being completely at your mercy. Damn, if it didn't feel good to let go and have you take control; just so long as you praise him for his good behavior, he'll be submissive for you any time you please.

Deacon:

"No, sorry, I'm not subsidizing any beetles. But thanks for asking."

He'd have a shit-eating grin on his face before you could even finish what you were saying to him, and would joke with you without missing a beat.

Just as you think the agent missed the meaning of your words, he'd wrap his hands firmly around your waist, pulling your body flush against his, and kiss you heatedly. The true effect the words really had on him was made evident in the firmness that pressed insistently against your abdomen as he held you close. He's pretty sure you were just trying to be funny, but come on, there's no way the way you said those words couldn't get him just a little hot and bothered.

He'd pull away just enough to feel your noses still brushing, his persistent grin still plain on his face as he met your eyes with a quirked ginger brow.

"Or was it something else you said? I couldn't quite make it out. Subliminal bead labels, was it? Submarine breath abrasion? Sebaceous braid oil, maybe? You know, I almost thought you'd said submissive and breedable, but that's far too filthy for my innocent little shnookums, isn't it?" He'd kiss you again, recoiling with a surprised gasp as you bit down on his lip playfully.

"Heh, alright. Then again, maybe not so innocent."

Hancock:

"Mm, that right?"

He'd say with a growl and a sinful grin. The ghoul didn't really care how you meant it, Hancock would take your words as he will. No matter what position the two of you were in, he'd wrench you closer to him, kissing you deeply, and drawing it out until you were out of breath and seeing stars.

"For you, I'll be anything you want." He'd whisper into your ear, before pulling away to gaze lovingly into your eyes. "I'm yours, sunshine. However you want me. Now and always."

It was strange how Hancock could hear you utter words like these and yet still respond with such wholesome sweetness.

Taking every opportunity to emphasize the extent of his love for you was one of Hancock's many talents, and in this instance, he wouldn't disappoint. You can be sure he'd let you have his way with him if that's truly what you wanted, only misbehaving just the tiniest bit, if only to keep things interesting, but don't think he's always so mushy. He's got a feral side to him too. Hancock would surely twist those same words to his advantage another night he was with you, catching you off-guard and uttering them to you at just the right moment.

MacCready:

*whines/moans*

Oh, MacCready desperately wants to say something dirty back. He wished he had some clever refute to counter the embarrassing words, something bratty and witty just to see how far he could push you; but you've got him in such a compromising position here beneath you, and dam- dang, those words, ugh, the way you said them, and the way you felt as you-- O-oh, he's gone.

In the next instance, MacCready was a sweaty, heaving mess beneath you, as a strangled moan escaped his throat, and he came undone at the sound of your filthy words. You had always wondered how dirty talk in the bedroom would go with your lover, and he sure didn't disappoint.

Nick:

"Heh, that right, sweetheart? I don't really think I have the biology for that sort of thing, but I sure won't stop you from trying."

He's an old hat at wooing through some steamy talk, but this would have his synthetic cheeks burning. The way you were looking down at him, eyes half lidded, standing over him as he sat on the bed, loosening his tie, it made his pistons fire at twice their normal rate; but you always seemed to have this effect on him. As you lowered yourself, walking your fingers up his chest to the first button of his collar, the way you closed in on him, like he was some kind of prey you’d been holding out for all day long, just waiting for the proper time to strike, the way your hands moved hungrily over his clothes, and the way your breath quickened, sounding rough as it passed through your parted lips, it didn’t matter what you said to him, what you called him. The synth was yours, however you needed him.

Piper:

*bites her lower lip and blushes*

"Oh, Blue. Is it-- is it hot in here, or is that just-- whew. Okay." The reporter would fan at her face furiously with one of her hands in light of your words.

Between the sheets, Piper was cheeky as could be, her sharp tongue slicing through each of your attempts at dirty talk with a heated response of her own. Now though, as you whispered lowly into her ear in public about what she was to you, what you would do to her when you got her alone... this really was the place to do it if you wanted to make her squirm, apparently.

Normally, she wouldn't be quite so eager to do the dirty with you out in the open like this, and she would still find somewhere relatively safe before really getting into it; but man, she needed to have you now. Forget the teasing and the payback, that could come later, but for now... she'd be whatever you want her to, just so long as you give her what she was craving.

Preston:

*choking noise*

Damn. He couldn't even get a single word out in response.

He'd never really thought about it before, but those words, the way your hot breath had fanned over his blushing face as you'd whispered them into his ear, with that low, rough voice, just dripping with your wicked intentions and promising something deeper than sex; it had his knees trembling and his cock aching desperately in his trousers, practically crying for your attention.

He wanted to give you anything your heart desired from him. He wanted to be everything you wanted, everything you needed, everything he possibly could be for you. So, you say he's submissive and breedable? Then he'll be damned if he's anything else.

X6-88:

"Care to test either of those theories?"

Cue the sexy, suggestive smirk. The courser is not without a sense of humor, despite what it seems like most of the time, and he'll take these words as a playful challenge. You had better prepare yourself though, this statement certainly is masquerading as a mission in X6's eyes, and if he's one thing, it's relentless.

The playful fight for dominance you had in mind is certain to be taken to the extreme. But don't worry, X6 is well aware of the limitations of the human body; how much abuse it can handle, how much pleasure it could withstand, and where the fine line between the two can be crossed, where it can be blurred. He'll only seek to test these limitations a little, as "punishment" for the carelessness of your statement about him. Perhaps next time, you shouldn't be so reckless with your words... Or maybe you should behave badly more often...

[thebadboyfanclub]

You Are My Light (Rio x Reader)

Hey, so I'm super excited for this cause I haven't written for Rio in so long. Enjoy!

Rio was a tough cookie, a man of crime which only meant he was surrounded but those types of people. When he had met Beth back in the day he was intrigued because her life was so different from his, so... Colorless and grim, a life of routines and packed sandwiches. For a while it was fun to shake up her life, until she became like all the others in his cycle, greedy for power and sneaky, now she was "his girl" which meant she was his fall person, gave her the keys and put her name so if anything goes wrong she can be the one to take the blow.

"Alright little man today is mother's day, you gotta pick the best flowers for mama"

Rio said to his son as they stood in the flower shop, Marcus was going all around the shop, dragging the man that worked there with him so he can point out which flowers he wanted.

"Your son has a great eye for arranging a bouquet"

"He's a momma's boy that's why"

At that the phone rang. The man went to pick it up and it seemed to be important, he covered the phone and yelled a name, then she came out. A girl with hair falling on her face and wearing an apron

"Yes"

"Can you fix the bouquet for the gentleman? I need to take this"

"Umm o-ok"

Rio was interested as soon as he saw her, her soft spoken voice was barely above a whisper as she approached the counter top and clearly tried to avoid eye contact. Her hands were not that steady but she seemed to know what she was doing, rio thought that she was acting like this because she wasn't comfortable doing it in front of a crowd. As she was finishing up she finally looked up to him but only for a quick second as she bit the inside of her cheek to look back down.

"It's ummm 30$ s-sir"

Rio smiled at her shy demeanor it felt like a century had passed from the last time he had met somebody so timid, it was mesmerizing to him. He gave her the money and then passed the bouquet to Marcus who seemed super excited for this purchase and the creation he had made

"Excuse me miss, may I ask your name?"

"(Y-y/n)... Sir"

"Call me Rio, I'll see you around sweetheart"

-

After that Rio came to the flower shop every day to buy a single white Rose and every day (y/n) found one waiting on her cars windshield with a note that always said "you looked beautiful today. To say she was flattered was an understatement, one side of hers was thrilled that such a handsome man was showing interest in her, the other was surprised that a man as confident and as determined as he was had decided to take the time and pursue her in such romantic way. After two weeks of roses he had waited to give her the rose in person along with the proposal of a date.

That's when he found out she wasn't comfortable with anyone in general, it wasn't about his presence that made her shy, she was like that with everyone. After a while he felt the need to be the one to take care of her, protect her in any way, even if that was making an order for her at the restaurant while she scooted closer to him and held the him of his shirt to feel secure.

"I'm going to the bathroom"

"Ok mama"

Rio said as (y/n) left him at the bar, it was Rios birthday so they had gone to a bar to celebrate. She finally had a reason to wear the midi white satin dress Rio had bought her, she had to admit it looked beautiful and she slowly came to the realization that Rio had connected her with the color white. As she reached out her arm to open the bathroom door a man grabbed her arm to stop her

"Hello gorgeous"

She felt like somebody threw cold water at her, she froze on her spot while the man smiled at her in a way she could tell was not just friendly. (Y/n) immediately looked down as she took a step back to get some distance from the man.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry I just wanted to know who you are"

"I-i"

"She is taken"

Her head shot at the direction her boyfriends voice came. She didn't even realize that she was walking to him and then proceeded to stand behind him, hiding away from the man that had scared her. She grabbed his shirt and leaned in to him as she tried to stop her legs from shaking.

"I didn't know she was mute"

"She is not, she just talks to people that respect her personal space"

Rio thankfully had seen the scene go down and in a blink of an eye and out of pure instinct he had shot out of his chair and basically ran to (y/n). The man wasn't already laying at the ground for disrespecting her because he knew how upset (y/n) would get. She hated any type of fighting and even after dating for so long (y/n) didn't really know what Rio's occupation was, he didn't want her to be scared of him.

"I don't want no trouble man"

"Yet you tried to put your hands on a woman, see where I'm from that means you are asking for trouble"

Rio stood proudly in front of his woman as he could feel (y/n)s shaky breath on his neck. The man looked uncomfortable and a little bit scared, just how she felt before Rio stepped in. All Rio could think about was how this scene might have played if he wasn't there and that angered him even more. He might be a man of the night and balls deep into illegal things but he respected two rules "you don't touch women and you don't touch children" unless you trynna see God.

"(Y/n) go back to our spot please"

"I-"

"(Y/n)!.... I'm sorry, go and wait for me ok baby?"

He didn't mean to yell at her, he just wanted to shield her from seeing his ugly side. So he turned around and placed and gentle kiss on the top of her head before (y/n) walked away, as soon as her back was turned and she had made a few steps he pulled the guy into the man's bathroom and slammed his back against the wall.

"What's your name?"

"Jason Adams"

"Now you listen here, by an hour I will know every detail about you. If I find out you ain't keeping your hands to yourself again... You won't even hear the knock on the door. Got it?"

"Ok"

At that Rio let him go, the guy let out a huff and turned to the sink to splash some water on his face. As Rio turned to leave, (y/n) came to his mind, how scared she was and the sound of her breath as she hid behind him.

"On another thought"

Rio said and grabbed the guys head, with one swift powerful movement his forehead got smashed to the sink, the sound was deafening and after that the guy was unconscious, Rio knew he wasn't dead so he just fixed his collared shirt and walked out of the bathroom.

(Y/n) was sitting down looking at something on her phone, Rio knew she would pull out her phone went she was alone as a defense machenism to hide from the world. As he approached he gave her a big hug that she very much needed. She felt her muscles relax as she took in his cologne, she closed her eyes to fully let go of her worries and feel safe once again as her man was here. She looked up and smiled at him, feeling the warm sensation of serenity taking over her.

"Thank you"

"Don't ever thank me for protecting you, I am here for that"

She smiled even brighter as Rio leaned in to give her a gentle, intimate kiss on her painted lips. She was his source of purity in this love, this warm light that showed him what it feels like to surrender to love, to fully know that the person next you could never harm you or anyone else.

"You are my light"