#the spiral id pack

[birdbrain-npts]

The Spiral [TMA] ID PACK

Pt: The Spiral [TMA] ID Pack /end pt

Names: Alice, Bacchus, Caprice, David, Dionysus, Distort, Distortion, False, Fractal, Hatter, Helen, Hypnos, Janus, Julia, Labyrinth, Lichtenberg, Man, Mann, Maze, Mentiras, Michael, Mirr, Mirror, Mnemosyne, Morpheus, Nepenthe, Not-[Name], Shelley, Somnus, Spiral, Twist, Twister, Wonder, Wonderland

Pronouns: confuse/confuses, distort/distorts, door/doors, fractal/fractals, gate/gates, h-/h-m, insomnia/insomnias, labyrinth/labryinths, loop/loops, mad/mads, maybe/maybes, maze/mazes, no/nos, not/nots, pattern/patterns, sh-/h-r, shape/shapes, sp-r-l/sp-r-al, spi/spirals, spiral/spirals, th-y/th-em, unreal/unreals, yes/yes’, ⁉️/⁉️s, ⚠️/⚠️s, ❓/❓s, ❔/❔, 🌀/🌀s, 💤/💤s, 🔁/🔁s, 🚪/🚪s, 🧠/🧠s, 🪞/🪞s

Titles: es mentiras, humanity's mind / madness, prn is lies, prn who is cursed / blessed by the Spiral, prn who is lost, prn who is made of impossible geometry / fractals, prn who is not what prn is, prn who lives in Sannikov Land / Wonderland / The Distortion / The Maze, prn who lurks in mazes, prn who opens doors, prn who owns the fractal pot / pattern rug, prn who preformed the great twistimg, prn who twists, prn who walks the endless maze, the man / woman who wasn't there, the other dimensional / worldly thing, the twisting deceit, the visage of the mind / madness

Genders: Sillyspiral, Flagmaspiral, Archispiral, Requespiral, Coinspiral, TMA??????? (SweetArts) Gender, AshSweetSpiralgender, Dissospiralava, Illusiowondera, Imosril, Spiralline, Tmaspiralhunter, Beyongraspic, Quantum chaos gender, Spiralangel, Spiraldemon, Distortiongender, Spiralcomfic, Spirsymbic, Spiralbitch, Spiralfreak, Spiralloser, Spiralweirdo, Spiralfluid, Distortioncharic, Tmadistortgender, Spiralsacrific

Other ids: Liar, illogical in nature, Avatar of the Spiral Occuden, Surrealism Eiment, Spiralipsese, Madnesil, The Spiral Eiment, Satellamentis, Spiralvesil, Hypospmnisel, TheSpiraltant, TheSpiralperspesque, TheSpiralvior, TheSpiralvesil, TheSpiralhearthic, TheSpiralallion, TheSpiraldernic, Alderlies, Aldernillusic, Entispiralum

Words in bold are Names, Pronouns, Titles, Genders, and Other ids respectively

Requested by @sxyphen + Anon

Tagging @radiomogai and @id-pack-archive

[acronym-chaos]

The Spiral Inspired ID Pack

[PT: The Spiral Inspired ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Aidan, Alaric, Amara, Asher, Axiom, Azura, Calypso, Callen, Celia, Chaos, Cipher, Colette, Dante, Delirium, Dorian, Echo, Elara, Elio, Emery, Escher, Etherea, Fallon, Faye, Fragment, Gideon, Glitch, Inez, Jareth, Jinx, Kieran, Lira, Lorelei, Lucian, Lucid, Maren, Maze, Memento, Mira, Moriah, Nadia, Nebula, Niko, Obscura, Ophelia, Paradox, Phantasm, Prism, Riddle, Ripple, Selene, Shade, Shimmer, Silas, Sine, Solstice, Soren, Static, Tamsin, Tangent, Tempest, Tetra, Thalia, Valen, Vera, Zander, Zinnia

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Be / Bend / Bends; Blu / Blur / Blurs; Coi / Coil / Coils; Con / Tort / Torts [Contort]; Cur / Curve / Curves; Dist / Distort / Distorts; Echo / Echo / Echoes; Fog / Fog / Fogs; Fra / Ctal / Ctals [Fractal]; Loo / Loop / Loops; Maze / Maze / Mazes; Mirr / Ror / Mirrors; Para / Dox / Doxes [Paradox]; Puzz / Puzzle / Puzzles; Re / Ref / Refs [Reflect]; Spi / Spiral / Spirals; Swi / Swirl / Swirls; Tan / Tangle / Tangles; Twis / Twist / Twists; Warp / Warp / Warps; Whi / Whirl / Whirls; Zig / Zag / Zigzags; Zag / Zag / Zags; Zig / Zig / Zigs

Titles

[PT: Titles].

Avatar of Insanity, The Bringer of Madness, The Corrupter of Minds, The Distorted Visionary, The Endless Maze, The Illusion Weaver, The Labyrinthine Trickster, The Master of Chaos, The Mind Bender, The Paradoxical Phantom, The Reality Twister, The Shadow of Confusion, The Spiral Architect, The Vortex Voyager, [Pronoun] Who Distorts Reality, [Pronoun] Who Lurks in Loops, [Pronoun] Who Reflects Madness, [Pronoun] Who Twists Perceptions, [Pronoun] Who Warps the Mind

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, end ID]

Requested by @mxtaroo!

Also tagging: @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

[swordsofsaturn]

I don't know if this is the saddest Christmas I've experienced but definitely the stupidest

[littlelamy]

a/n: the beginning is loosely based of S4 with rafe and sofia! I’m kinda obsessed with rafe being needy behind close doors 🥵I hope you guys enjoy!

you couldn’t stop replaying his words over and over again in your head. each syllable hit harder, cutting deeper than the last. always running her mouth? what. just a hookup, id never date a pogue.

you stood there, behind the slightly ajar door, heart pounding so loudly you were sure it could be heard. but rafe didn’t notice—he was too busy tearing you down with topper, speaking like you were nothing more than a nuisance in his life. he’d never know how those words would haunt you, how the trust you had in him shattered like glass.

your eyes burned with unshed tears, the sharp sting of betrayal settling into the pit of your stomach. but there was something else bubbling just beneath the surface—rage. not the hot, fiery kind that comes and goes. no, this was colder, more calculated. the type that stews, planning its revenge.

your fingers itched to grab your things and leave, but not without making sure he understood who held the power in this relationship. you weren’t going to walk away defeated, not when you could leave him begging for mercy.

so, instead of running, you turned, heart hardening with each step as you walked back into the room, your hands trembling slightly as you pulled out a suitcase from under the bed.

if he thought he could treat you like this, he was about to learn how wrong he was. you weren’t some weak girl who would let this slide. no, rafe was about to see a side of you he never had before.

the door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, you could hear his confused muttering. "yo, topper, i’ll catch you later."

rafe’s voice rang through the hallway, much closer now, but still carrying the same arrogant tone. you ignored him, hands moving swiftly as you tossed your clothes into the bag, each item thrown more aggressively than the last.

when rafe finally stepped into the room, his eyes immediately fell on you, and panic flickered in his expression. "what the hell are you doing?"

his voice wavered as he took in the scene—your half-packed bag, the angry flush on your cheeks, the tight set of your jaw.

"what does it look like?" you shot back, barely sparing him a glance as you continued packing.

he hesitated, taking a step closer to you, but the sight of your seething rage stopped him in his tracks. "hey, let’s just—let’s talk about this, okay?"

you laughed bitterly, slamming the suitcase shut before finally turning to face him. "oh, now you want to talk?" you snapped, the sharp edge in your voice slicing through the air between you. "funny, because earlier, it seemed like you had plenty to say."

his face paled as realization dawned on him. you watched as his lips parted, searching for words but finding none. for the first time in a long time, rafe cameron was speechless, guilt flooding his features.

"i didn’t—" he started, but you cut him off.

"save it," you hissed, stepping closer to him now, your eyes blazing. "i heard everything, rafe. every. single. word."

rafe’s breath hitched as the full weight of your words crashed down on him. his eyes widened in panic, and he took another shaky step toward you, reaching out as if to touch you, to ground himself in this spiraling nightmare. "i didn’t mean it, baby. i swear, i wasn’t thinking—i was just venting—"

"venting?" you scoffed, stepping back from his touch. "do i look like someone you just 'vent' about, rafe? am i just some girl you get to shit on when i’m not around?" your voice cracked slightly, the hurt bubbling beneath your fury slipping through the cracks.

rafe’s hands trembled as he dropped them to his sides, a strangled sound escaping his throat as he shook his head. "no, no—please, you know i didn’t mean any of that. i was just—" his voice broke, and you watched as his composure started to crumble, tears pooling in his eyes. "i was just talking, okay? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it. you have to believe me."

but you weren’t about to let him off the hook that easily. your eyes darkened as you stepped even closer to him, your voice dropping to a dangerously low whisper. "if you’re really sorry, rafe, you’re going to have to prove it."

a flicker of hope sparked in his eyes, and he nodded eagerly, desperate to fix what he’d broken. "anything," he breathed, his voice shaky. "i’ll do anything."

you stared him down, watching as he swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing with nervous anticipation. there was no trace of the cocky, confident rafe now. instead, he was a trembling mess, willing to do whatever it took to keep you from walking out that door.

you grabbed your phone from the dresser, starting the recording and letting the soft beep fill the silence. rafe’s eyes widened as he watched you, confusion and curiosity mixing with the fear in his gaze.

"get on your knees," you ordered, your voice firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

rafe blinked, momentarily stunned by the command, but the second your eyes met his, cold and unwavering, he obeyed. he dropped to his knees before you, looking up with wide, tear-filled eyes. the vulnerability radiating off him was palpable, his breath shaky as he knelt before you, completely at your mercy.

"you don’t get to speak," you warned, holding the phone steady as you circled him slowly, capturing his wide eyes, his trembling hands. "you only get to listen and do what i say."

he nodded quickly, his throat tight with emotion as he blinked away the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

you positioned yourself on the bed, spreading your legs slightly, and gestured for him to come closer. "you know what to do," you said, your tone soft but commanding.

without a moment’s hesitation, rafe shuffled forward on his knees, his eyes glued to your thighs as he leaned in, his lips pressing soft, tentative kisses along your skin. his breath was hot and shaky, the desperation in every touch making your pulse quicken.

"good boy," you murmured, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, guiding his mouth exactly where you wanted it. "now, show me how sorry you are."

rafe wasted no time, his tongue flicking against you with a desperation that sent shivers down your spine. his hands gripped your thighs, holding on for dear life as he worked to prove himself, his movements frantic, eager to please.

your head tipped back slightly as a soft sigh escaped your lips, but you quickly regained control, focusing on the phone’s camera in your hand. you adjusted the angle, making sure you captured every second of rafe’s unraveling—his lips swollen and red from the effort, his face flushed, sweat beading on his forehead.

"look at you," you cooed softly, your free hand caressing his cheek. "you’re such a mess for me, aren’t you?"

rafe whimpered in response, the vibrations from his soft sobs sending waves of pleasure through you. his eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his face harder against you, the tears finally spilling over and streaming down his cheeks.

you could feel the shift in him—the way his body trembled beneath your touch, the way his breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps. he was breaking, right in front of you, and the sight sent a surge of power through your veins.

"don’t stop," you whispered, your fingers tugging on his hair as his pace quickened, his tongue working furiously. "not until i say so."

rafe let out a choked sob, his tears soaking into your skin as he continued, his movements growing sloppier, more desperate. you glanced down at him, the sight of his tear-streaked face and swollen lips sending a rush of heat through you.

"you’re mine," you whispered, your voice dripping with possession as you tilted his face up slightly, capturing the tear that rolled down his cheek with your thumb. "and you’ll never forget it."

rafe’s body shuddered at your words, a strangled moan escaping his lips as he clung to you, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. another tear slipped down his face, and you leaned down, your lips brushing against his cheek, kissing the tear away.

you recorded it all, making sure you caught the exact moment rafe broke for you, his body trembling beneath your touch as he whimpered your name.

"please," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "i’m yours. i’ll never leave you. i love you. please…don’t leave me."

his words were slurred, thick with emotion, and you smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair in a soothing motion.

"good boy," you whispered, pressing one last kiss to his temple as his body finally collapsed against you, completely spent and vulnerable.

slowly, you stopped recording. rafe barely noticed, his head resting against your thigh, still trying to steady his breathing. his tear-streaked face was a picture of surrender.

you stood up, gently pushing him off you, and his body slumped against the mattress, too weak to even protest. you didn’t say a word as you picked up your phone, your fingers tapping with practiced precision.

rafe watched through bleary eyes, his chest still rising and falling with uneven breaths, the reality of the situation not quite sinking in yet.

the video—the raw, intimate recording of rafe at his most vulnerable—was right there, in your hand. the smirk playing at your lips deepened as you attached it to a group chat, the names of topper, kelce, and several other friends flashing across the screen. rafe’s inner circle, the same ones he was so eager to talk big around. they’d all see this.

and then, for the final touch. your fingers hovered over the keyboard for just a moment before typing: looks like the pogue got your boy.

the message was delivered, the little ‘sent’ confirmation making your heart race with satisfaction. the power was now entirely in your hands, and you relished the silence that followed, the calm before the inevitable storm.

rafe blinked, finally realizing what had happened as he noticed the shift in your demeanor. “w-what did you do?” his voice was small, trembling with fear as his eyes darted from your phone to your face, dread sinking in fast.

you leaned down, brushing a lock of hair out of his face with surprising gentleness, and a sweet peck on his lips. “just reminding you who really holds the power here, rafe,” you whispered softly, your voice laced with a wicked edge. “you thought you could talk shit about me behind my back? guess again.”

rafe’s eyes widened as he tried to sit up, his body weak and uncoordinated. “no, no, no—what did you send? please, baby, please!” he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.

you straightened up, staring down at him, your smile never faltering. “i sent a little reminder to all your friends. they’ll see it soon enough.”

he scrambled to reach for his phone, but it was too late. his friends were already watching the video, seeing him like they’d never seen him before—broken, crying, at your feet, worshiping you. and with that message—looks like the pogue got your boy—they’d know he wasn’t the powerful rafe cameron anymore. not with you around.

rafe’s breath hitched, panic surging through his veins as his phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table. “no,” he whimpered, tears spilling over again, pure terror flashing in his eyes as he looked up at you, utterly helpless, still with a needy gaze.

you bent down one last time, tilting his chin up so he could meet your gaze, your thumb gently brushing against his swollen lips. “next time you even think about talking behind my back,” you whispered, “remember this moment. because there’s more where that came from.”

with that, you walked away, leaving rafe alone in the room, his phone lighting up with messages from his friends, the weight of his humiliation crushing him.

you didn’t even glance back as the door clicked shut behind you, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

you owned him now. completely.

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[k1ng-ej]

Sudden

Leon Kennedy angst

Note: id like to apologize in advance, lol. this has been on my mind for a couple days and of course i write it at 5 am, and sleep deprived. anyway, enjoy, or cry, its okay. (requests are open!!)

~

On an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, your world suddenly shattered. It hit you unexpectedly, leaving you reeling, bewildered, and deeply wounded. You and Leon were both part of the same organization, occupying different roles, and had been in a relationship for some time. You made a point to keep your professional and personal lives distinct, only showing affection through subtle gestures like holding hands and exchanging tender glances from across the room. 

It wasn't until after a particularly perilous mission that Leon truly reflected on the inherent dangers of his work. There clearly hadn't been much thought behind his reckless actions. Fear gripped him, and it was this fear that hurt the most. He worried that the closeness of your relationship could become a weapon against him, that it might be used to exploit his vulnerabilities. Despite these fears, Leon found immense joy and fulfillment in being with you. Initially closed off when you first met, he eventually allowed himself to bloom, revealing his deepest insecurities to you. You understood him intimately, just as he did you; you were beautifully intertwined. Your embraces felt like the completion of a intricate puzzle, as if you were truly meant for each other. Your hands fit together seamlessly, his was made to hold yours, and his lips were destined to kiss yours.

With Leon, everything felt effortless. He instinctively knew how to lift your spirits, recognized your favorite comfort foods, and understood that basic flowers wouldn't cut it for you. He was aware that verbal apologies weren't your style; instead, you expressed your remorse through acts of service—doing his laundry, organizing his space, or preparing his favorite meal. It all seemed flawless.

Leon was overcome with fear. Fear that you were too close, or perhaps that he was too close to you. The prospect of losing you weighed heavily on his mind, prompting him to act on those fears. It was an ordinary workday—the worst possible moment for such a confrontation—when he stepped into your office, his expression one you recognized all too well. You instantly knew that whatever he was about to say would not be good.

What you never anticipated was his desire to end the relationship. A wave of pain surged through you—your heart cracked, your stomach churned, and nausea swept over you. Your thoughts spiraled as you sat there, paralyzed in disbelief. You longed to ask why, to plead with him not to go through with this. All you wanted was to cradle his face in your hands and promise him that no matter the struggles he faced, you would stand by his side.

Before you could even utter a word, he walked out, leaving you alone in your office with your heart shattered. In the days that followed, you made every attempt to reach out—through texts and in person—but he reverted to the distant, unapproachable Leon you had encountered when you first met. Confused and hurt, you couldn't fathom why he was shutting you out. No matter how hard you tried, he always turned away, cold and indifferent. He packed up all your belongings from his apartment and returned them to you, handing back his key. In that moment, you realized the painful truth: it was truly over, for good.

He was now a complete stranger to you, despite the fact that he once held the key to your heart, exploring its deepest corners and uncovering all of your hidden secrets. The memories of his kisses still haunt you, their warmth and familiarity etched in your mind, and you often find yourself reminiscing about how perfectly his hand fit in yours, a connection that felt almost fated; it’s as if the universe intended for you two to find each other. Each time you catch a glimpse of him, your heart pulls with an ache that intertwines longing and uncertainty, causing you to wonder if the moments you shared held any significance for him at all, or if they were just fleeting memories in the passage of time. Despite the hope that would rise each morning as you rolled over, yearning to see his sleeping face—one of those rare moments of tranquility when he seemed free of burdens—you eventually realized that he was never there, and it took an entire year, maybe even more, for you to fully let go and accept that when you passed each other in the hallway, he felt like nothing more than a distant memory of someone who once kissed you softly and passionately.

[rabidbatboy]

♱ SAW MOVIES ID PACK . . .

NAMES ; blade , gorie , rot , trapper , sawyer , adam , spiral , lawrence , mandy , mal , malice , razor , butcher , brutus , dread , trick , kramer , jigsaw , cipher , viscera , doctor , carrie

PRNS ; trap / traps , saw / saws , gut / guts , blood / bloods , chain / chains , test / tests , jig / saw , gore / gores , gash / gashs , meat / meats , die / dies , rust / rusts , blade / blades , slice / slices , cog / cogs , tape / tapes , doll / dolls , puppet / puppets , spiral / spirals , rip / rips , stab / stabs , rib / ribs , nail / nails , needle / needles , pig / pigs , mask / masks

TiTLES ; the jigsaw apprentice , the jigsaw killer , the jigsaw trap survivor , the pig-masked one , the trapped one , [X] who escaped , [X] who tests them , [X] who has learnt , the chained one , [X] who must sacrifice , the bear-trapped one , the pig , the tested one , [X] who spills blood to save them

iDENTiTiES ; sawtrapgender , bathroomtrapic , reversebeartrapic , scalpsharp , sawthing , bloodyknifegender , fleshbloodic , pigfreak , sawirum , gorturebitch , caeduerine , pigbitch , vhshorric , impalewound , maimthing , jigsawpigapprentic , puppetic , bloodyspiral , bloodybandagegender , fleshgoregender

🦇 ——— REQUESTED BY ; self indulgent

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[inureiris]

Mob AU! Buck and Eddie Begin:

Buck’s working the night shift when they come in, Eddie having apparently burnt the last of their food in an attempt to cook. Chris gleefully tells Buck the story as Eddie decides what to order. Eddie looks at Buck’s nametag which read “Buck G.” in his loopy handwriting with a goofy smiley face that Harry drew when he came by with Micheal to visit his ‘new legal brother’. Buck opens his mouth to explain that Buck was actually his nickname, so ‘please don’t judge me super hot stranger’, when Chris asks how much whipped cream he could fit on a hot chocolate without it toppling over.

Buck is immediately absorbed in conversation with Chris and since the store is empty, he makes an extra hot chocolate and invites Chris to find out with him. 20 minutes and a ruler in the sink later, Buck is chatting with Chris about the speed of Santa’s reindeer compared to regular reindeer and all thoughts of his birth name are completely gone.

On Eddie’s side of things, he is already completely smitten with Buck, he’s sitting at the counter with Chris and watching them interact. When the topic shifts to Chris meeting kids in his new neighborhood- Buck is quick to suggest a Friday evening book club that his younger brother is a part of. He assures Eddie that all of the volunteers and carers are more than equipped to help Chris with anything he could need and makes a joke about his mum doing background checks. Eddie laughs and asks to exchange numbers so he could get the details, mentally patting himself on the back for being so smooth.

When Eddie and Chris leave, it is with full bellies and an extra pack of croissants that ‘were going out at the end of shift anyway’. Chris is as enamoured with Buck as Eddie feels and as soon as they get home, hebegs Eddie to text Buck to check if he would be at the book club. Eddie obliges with very little convincing and feels his heart rate skyrocket when Buck immediately texts back.

‘hey eddie!! i wish i could volunteer at the book club meetings but i have work :( if youre free during that time you could come by!! the meetings are a walking distance so you could just walk down or not idk. it was fun talking to you!!’

Eddie is mortified to find himself grinning like a loon at his phone, but texts back affirming that he’d see Buck then. He adds the details Buck sends to his calendar and tells Chris to put his school id in his wallet so he could sign up for a library card in their county.

That Friday, Eddie is unreasonably nervous for his not-date meeting with Buck but an hour into just sitting at the counter and chatting, he finds himself more relaxed than he usually is. Buck has a way of making him feel settled and like he didn’t have to constantly watch his back. Time slipped by so fast that when he hears a jingle at the door and sees Chris with two boys his age and an older man, he feels a mixture of confusion and worry. He had forgotten to walk back and pick up Chris.

Chris doesn’t mention it, he runs up to his dad and starts rapidly talking about his new friends, Harry and Denny, and how cool the book they read was. Eddie is frozen, with a pit of dread in his stomach, how could he forget? What if someone got to Chris? He’s pulled out of his spiral when Buck gently redirects Chris to eating with his new friends and puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. He introduces Eddie to the older man he’d seen before, Micheal- his dad. Eddie is both stressed to be meeting the father of Buck and relieved that Chris was with the man that apparently raised Buck.

The Friday evening book club meetings become commonplace and Eddie always takes the chance to meet Buck for the 2 hours he gets. Outside of those meetings, he arranges some play dates for Chris with Harry and Denny, who turns out to be the kid of Buck’s mum’s best friend. He and Buck even start texting regularly, although Buck’s busy schedule of firefighting school and work leave him with little time to meet up and Eddie’s schedule of regular Mob Business and what he’s mentally called ‘The Kendall Project’ takes up a lot of his time.

Finally, two months into talking, the stars align and Eddie gets Buck out on a date. It goes amazing- they get pizza at a place that Buck swears by and watch a drive-in movie in Eddie’s truck-bed. The date is sweet and wholesome, they part with a less than innocent kiss against the front door of Eddie’s house but Chris is asleep inside and his carer, Carla, is ready to go home.

Everything is working out of Buck and Eddie, Buck has been selected to work at the 118 with Hen, his mum’s friend, and Bobby, his mum’s something, and Eddie has almost found a the perfect balance of both his and Chris’s personal life and the high demands of the family business.

But nothing lasts forever.

[see more of this AU here]

[color-scape]

POOLROOMIC ID PACK

Poolroomic is "a gender relating to level 37 of the backrooms 'The Poolrooms' 'Sublimity'" coined by @liminal-waters !!

Not requested.

NAMES aqua // aqueous // blu(e) // sublimina // clay // arch(ie) // pilar // ripple(y) // pura // (sub)merse // sunny // fluor(esce) // ray // ivory // plash // fontana // calder // cascade // lapis // lazuli // cyan // teal // marina // marble // echo // turquoise // sodden // condens // arti(ficial) // mira // ichor // wander

PRONOUNS drip / drips, tile / tiles, wade / wades, chlor / chlors, clear / clears, clear / waters, white / whites, white / walls, bleach / bleaches, clean / cleans, spigot / spigots, tran / quils, stair / cases, step / steps, arch / arches, arch / ways, still / waters, stag / nants, surface / surfaces, artificial / artificials, glassy / glassys, light / streams, column / columns, pillar / pillars, spiral / spirals, ripple / ripples, fluid / fluids, pure / pures, silence / silences, splash / splashes, ray / rays, slosh / sloshes, soak / soaks, grid / grids, mirror / mirrors, drain / drains

TITLES the swimmer // the wanderer // the one who wades // the aquanaut // pool nymph // pool naiad // tile treader // the drifter // the dweller in the meandering halls

RELATED GENDERS kenochoric // backroomic // chlorinegender // watergender // natatoliraifortic // poolchlorinic // pooldangerin // heartpoolaerian // liminalpoolgender // yeliglowatergender // aquaonhuolsic // poolimvaporic // poolcorething // strawbpoolcoric // poolhomeic // poolcorelexic // phospoolcorial // aquarcleancoric // watersudflux // waterhoarder

[pupsmailbox]

1970's ID PACK

NAMES︰ adanna. adonis. adrienne. alan. alberto. alice. ama. amara. andrew. angela. antonio. april. arlo. asha. aspen. audre. august. bella. betty. bianca. brody. bruce. calvin. cass. chester. chika. chris. claudia. craig. curtis. dahlila. dahlilah. daisy. dale. daniel. darryl. dean. del. dennis. desta. diana. dolores. don. donna. doris. dorothy. duane. dylan. eddie. edwin. enrique. eric. fez. flower. frank. franklin. freddie. gary. gene. glenn. gloria. guy. harvey. hooper. hyde. imani. jack. jackie. jacqueline. jamie. janet. janice. janis. javier. jay. jean. jerome. jerry. jo. joe. joel. johnny. joni. joreen. jorge. judith. julio. keith. kelly. kelso. kenneth. kirk. kurk. lawrence. lee. lelise. leon. leslie. liza. lois. lonnie. louis. louise. luce. marilyn. marjorie. mark. marla. marshall. martha. max. mona. neil. nia. omar. pat. patti. perry. quint. randy. raul. ray. ricky. rita.. robin. rodney. roland. ronnie. roy. russell. ruth. sergio. shirley. sid. sidney. simone. stan. stanley. steven. stevie. stuart. ted. terri. terry. thandi. thema. theodore. timothy. vincent. virginia. warren. wayne. wes. zuri.

PRONOUNS︰ atari/atari. boogie/boogie. bright/bright. cass/cassette. cassette/tape. color/color. dance/dance. disc/disco. disco/disco. flower/flower. flower/power. fresh/fresh. funk/funk. funk/funky. glam/glam. glam/glamorous. glam/rock. grease/grease. groove/groove. groove/groovy. groovy/groovy. hip/hip. hip/hippie. hip/hop. hippie/hippie. muse/music. mush/mushroom. music/music. must/mustache. oran/orange. peace/peace. pop/pop. punk/punk. rain/rainbow. rainbow/rainbow. sing/sing. spiral/spiral. stripe/stripes. sun/shine. tape/tape. tree/tree. wind/wind. ☎️. ☮. ☮️. ✌. ❀. 🌈. 🍄. 🎱. 🎵. 🎸. 💿. 📀. 📺. 📼. 🔮.

[theywantedplayer]

“Shhh, im here” with jack hughes?

Jack and you were out with the team celebrating their win. The bar was packed with people's shoulder to shoulder, the music loud and the crowd buzzing. The loud noise made you start to get a little bit nervous. It rarely happened but when it did you just needed to get out or you needed Jack but he left a little while ago and now you were talking with Nico but you weren't really in the conversation you checked out a while ago and Nico started to notice.

“Hey Y/n you ok?”He asked putting a hand on your shoulder trying to bring you back “ you're shaking”

“I-i  I just need a break” You got out

 you turned away bumping your way through the crowd you were shaking as you bumped into people murmuring out apologies. you made your way through the crowd finding a coat closet, the only private room besides the bathrooms.

 you close the door behind you trying to calm down you didn't want to ruin this night for Jack but the tears started to make their way out of your eyes and your breath started to Quicken you were full on spiraling into panic mode.

You were gasping for air so loud you didn't hear the door being opened you jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder you turned around to see Jack with a concerned look on his face God you felt so bad that you'd pulled Jack away from his teammates you buried your face into his chest a sob leaving your lips, He wrapped his arms around you one hand rubbing your back to try and sooth you.

“Im sorry im sorry” was all you could get out, you felt Horrible for taking him away from his teammates and friends.

“Shhh im here” Jack whispered as he held you close. As you started to stop shaking and your cries went down “You got a little overwhelmed?”

“Yea” you mumbled into his chest you looked up at him and asked “how'd you know I was in here”

“Nico came and got me after you left, saying you were acting off and he thought it was best if he told me” He answered looking around the coat closet “And this is the only place that is quit so bingo bango bongo  found you” he smiled making you lightly laugh 

“wanna go home?” He offered you felt horrible making him come in here and calm you down now he wanted to leave you couldn't do that.

“No no no it's ok jack”You lied shaking your head “You should stay i’ll call a cab”

“No i’ll go home with you, it's starting to slow down here anyways and id just rather go home and go to bed” He smiled now you got a better look at Jack you could tell he was starting to get tired, his cheeks here a little redder than Usual and his eyelids drooping as well.

“Are you sure?” You asked 

“Yea it's slow Nico can tell the others that we are gonna be leaving” He said grabbing his coat along with yours. You grabbed your coat from his hand saying thank you as you put it on.

“Just one thing to do,” Jack said, taking a step towards you, placing his hands on either side of your cheeks, wiping the running Mascara off your cheeks. You laughed 

“Thank you” you smiled up at him “I probably looked horrible” 

“I think you looked Gorgeous” He Complimented kissing your forehead “Now let's go home”

[acronym-chaos]

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) ID Pack

[PT: Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Ambrose, Arcane, Astra, Beckon, Chaos, Daedalus, Dante, Daze, Delirium, Eclipse, Eira, Elara, Elowen, Evander, Galen, Gaze, Hesper, Hex, Idris, Ilara, Imbroglio, Indigo, Ira, Kaleido, Lysandra, Maelis, Merle, Morrigan, Nebris, Nocturne, Nyx, Obscura, Oren, Penrose, Peregrine, Phantasm, Query, Raine, Reverie, Riddle, Salome, Shard, Valen, Viridian

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Cha / Chao / Chaos, Cry / Cryp / Cryps [Cryptid], Ey / Eye / Eyes, He / Hex / Hexes, Mind / Minds / Minds, Shift / Shifts / Shifts, Sig / Sigil / Sigils, Spi / Spira / Spiral, Tri / Trick / Tricks, Vo / Voi / Void, Wa / Warp / Warps, Wi / Win / Wink

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Gaze That Pierces Worlds, The Chaos-Bringer, The Dream-Warping Demon, The Eye That Sees All, The Master of Madness, The Master of Manipulation, The Mind-Breaker, The One Who Warps Reality, The Oracle of Oddness, The Reality-Bending Trickster, The Triangular Tyrant, [Pronoun] Who Bends Boundaries, [Pronoun] Who Lives Between Worlds, [Pronoun] Who Spins the Web of Chaos, [Pronoun] Who Twists the World

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

[ryanisgay6]

My thoughts on wild runes

The arcane is illustrated as an etherial and otherworldly concept, drawn entirely new, with no relation to why pre-existing themes or motifs, in nature or in humans.

The hexcore has no noticeable relation to any real or fictional shapes and themes. It’s common for magic or power to be illustrated as a higher form of some real world thing. It alludes to the ocean, or a spider’s web, or electromagnetic fields. In other words, it’s described as a force existing in harmony with the physical world around it.

THE ARCANE DOES NOT DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!

I believe it’s an intentional direction to describe the wild rune as a separate entity from the arcane universe. Let me elaborate

Do those shapes look like anything you would see in nature? NO! Not honeycombs, not spider webs, not magnetic fields, not ocean waves, not bubbles or foam, NO DIRECT CORRELATION TO THE REAL WORLD. It id solid and pure as a force of its own. Bees produce geometry, the ocean describes balance, yada yada, but the hex core doesnt command any specific force of nature. It is something entirely new.

Counter point tho. The holes in this scene appear to spiral in the fibonacci sequence, indicating that while the arcane exists as a unique driving force, it still obeys the basic rules of our world; the golden ratio is the most space efficient spiral to pack individual spots. HOWEVER, it does not follow it the way sunflowers or nautiluses. The Arcane creators love paralleling the real world, so i think it’s heavily intended that the wild rune does NOT parallel any real nature, architecture, even religion, and exists on its own as a new, unexplored, absolute structure of nature itself, unique and indefinite.

Thank u

[lakesbian]

Will you share your twig fanfic at some point? The lil snippets into their adventures are so entertaining

ok so so far i have. one chapter thats jsut like. a rewrite picking up right after 13.11 that's like "hey what if the way the conversation about jessie liking sy/sy putting up walls went Wasnt wildly homophobic and transmisogynistic." i think it's fine and probably about as edited as it's going to get. i'm trying to add to that at least one more chapter that's about like. The ensuing shitshow (good, funny) of sy being really bad and awkward about actually starting up the relationship with jessie bc hes nervouse. but i'm struggling with finding how to reasonably plotwise add a chase scene/the general shenanigans i want to fit in it so i'm worried i'm gonna get stuck there. the ultimate goal for it would be it being a 2 or 3 chapter affair max that ends in sy & jessie properly starting their relationship. if i get really horrendously stuck i might just post the first chapter alone but id like to try to believe in myself

i have a few other snippets that were just basically like me doing the writing equivalent of doodling like. the sleeping beauty one i posted on tumblr + one re the line abt sy gifting jessie the same pen twice by accident + one re my 'why arent cigarettes in twigland super cool and packed with all kind of random shit' complaint. the only other thing thats. I Guess Finished. is like a snippet re 'hey its fucking crazy that wildbow had jessie pose as sy's fiancee when they infiltrated an academy and it was just literally never talked about' that Spiraled. and now it's 3 consecutive longer scenes that are kinda about how i think jessie & sy should be stupid in love, and kinda about how i think we should kill wildbow for not writing jessie being the world's best most functional fit for sy's psychosexual fixations, and kinda about how i think helen should have a Weird dynamic with them, and kinda about how i think it's dumb that sy never gets to have a more developed/understanding relationship with helen despite spending months living with her as a young adult. realistically i should show it to people who are not my friends at this point but Maybe I'me Shy.

and i also wanna keep working on/finish one i started that's a rewrite/continuation of a scene during the black woods quarantine bit that's about like. their fucked up sad little 17-18yo old married couple with Mortality Imminent vibe. but i feel like i wanna go back to that After i finish the stuff that's chronologically earlier? because i started it first, and i think it helped and was fun as a 'where do they go' thing, but i dunno. i might want to get things more straight in my head with the earlier stuff first even if not everything has to be perfectly consistent with each other.

initially i was envisioning just having one fic i update with snippets in each chapter but the thing is that with snippets Spiraling i dunno how i'd post things. i guess the 13.11-> rewrite would obviously be its own thing, but i don't know if the one i mentioned abt the fiancee stuff would count as its own fic vs a snippets series or What. and i should also really before i post anything have someone who 1. has amenable taste and 2. has actually fucking read twig read it and provide thoughts on if anything should be shot before it makes it out of the carriage. but also i fear we have a milquetoast enough situation going on here that it's one of those things where it's a bit silly to go "here..... Critical Review, Please" because it's not Serious Enough writing 4 that. so maybe i should just post shit who's to say

[simstorian-blog]

Palm Royale Lounge

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Mirage Canyon

Lot Size: 30 x 20

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Used

Cats & Dogs

City Living

Desert Luxe Kit

Dine Out

Discover University

Eco Lifestyle

Get Famous

Get to Work

Grim’s Ghoulish Guitar

Island Living

Snowy Escape

Spa Day

Strangerville

Build Mode 

Harrie – Brownstone Collection (Traditional Arch Medium)

Felixandre - Grove 1 | 3

Pierisim – Winter Garden Pt. 2

Syboulette – Spiral Staircase

Tuds – Ema Stone

Buy Mode

ClutterCat

Mellow Moods Stool

Felixandre

Berlin Curtains

Colonial Pt. 2 (Tray)

Colonial Pt. 3 (Parasol)

Shop The Look 1

Shop The Look 2

Kyoto Pt.2 (Ikebana)

Harlix

Bafroom (2 Tile Wall Mirror)

Harluxe  (Medium Mirror)

Kichen

Harrie

Country Pt. 2 (Shelf Middle)

KiwiSim4

Blockhouse Bedroom (Floor Lamp)

Blockhouse Dining (All Pendants)

Blockhouse Hallway (Bench)

Blockhouse Kitchen (Bar Stool)

Blockhouse Living(Sectional)

Tui Dining (Round Table)

Max20

Happily Ever After Wedding Pack

Peacemaker

Hudson Mirror

Pierism

Domaine du Clos Pt. 1 (Brick Frame – Medium & Tall)

Ravasheen

Shake and Shimmy

RusticSims

Careyes (Deco 04, Lampara Mesa)

Mayaken (Jarra Sin)

S-imagination

Edwards Kitchen (Bar, Island)

Severinka

Vesta Living Photo

Tuds

Ind 02 (Wine Rack)

NCTR (Deco Tray)

Wave Rug

Wondymon – Living Chair

DO NOT REUPLOAD MY LOTS.

DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

DO NOT PLACE BEHIND A PAYWALL.

Tray Files: Download

[chromisimmer]

Dankworth Townhouse - with CC (Download Link included)

I built this for my decades challenge family to move into in 1900s Windenburg. It only has the basics so they can use furniture from their previous home. It has 3 bedrooms, 1 full bathroom and a toilet. I furnished the kitchen and put in some fireplaces. It also has an attic that can be perfect as a studio for your bohemian sim. Gallery ID: olil0

Lot Size: 20x20

Packs Used

Horse Ranch

Cottage Living

Snowy Escape

City Living

Get Together

Get to Work

Jungle Adventure

Paranormal (chairs)

Laundry Day (ceiling light)

CC used

@felixandresims: Chateau - 1, 2, 3  Colonial - 1, 3  Gothic exterior  Berlin - 1 Paris - 1, 2, 3 Grove - 1, 2, 4

@lilis-palace: FOLKLORE  FOLKLORE - SKANZEN 2  INTARSIA - Heirloom Set

@peacemaker-ic: Lofte Living

@pierisim: Auntie Vera's Bathroom  Domaine du Clos - part 1  WINTER GARDEN part 2

@plumbobteasociety: Cottage Garden - Deluxe Wood Burning Stove

@strangestorytellersims: PARQUET FLOORING SET

@thejim07: Two Plants

@itskingfalcon: Stone Railing Set Vol. I

@syboubou: Spiral Stairs

I also used @twistedmexi's Tool Mod, but it is not needed to use the build.

Download on GoogleDrive

[calbeloved]

inktordem again!!! it's still an hour to midnight so im on time :)) busy busy days which means that's how it's going to be more often than not shshsh

day 9 - morte

some spoilers for opd id say, we're set somewhere between opd and opc here!!

Dante knows Death well. He's an occultist, he knows how the Elements work, he knows, he knows, he knows.

It's not knowledge that makes him look away from the spirals.

Arthur, outside of the bathroom, is still messing with his guitar; sudden on and off, yet quiet strumming that makes Dante think right, I'm doing something, I don't have the time for staring at spirals now.

…It's stupid.

He knows how Death works. In the end, the only thing It wants is to pull him in. Take some of that precious time he has, until there's nothing left.

Still. It doesn't change the subconscious feeling of frustration at being disrupted, can't they see he's busy doing something important-?

An exhale.

Dante breathes slowly and looks away from the mirror. He cranks up the faucet and wets his hands again (how did they dry off so fast?) and presses onto the bottle of soap, disposing the flowery smelling liquid into his palm.

He stares at it for a moment. At his hand.

…Outside the bathroom, Arthur says something, too quiet for him to pick up through the closed door. Still, it makes him move, almost on instinct; someone's waiting for him.

He washes his hands. Wipes them off on the towel hanging on the wall and opens the cabinet beneath the sink.

Two first aid kits, toilet paper, some towels, a hidden gun… and a pack of bandaids. Exactly what he's looking for.

They're not the ones Dante's used to. Instead of the cheap, bland bandaids that stink, these ones are visibly high quality and dotted with little dogs on them.

…huh.

Still, he doesn't put them away. He pushes the doorknob down and pushes the door open with his shoulder, staring at the box. Are the dogs from a cartoon, maybe..?

Arthur is already sitting on the bed. He smiles when Dante walks in, shifting- he pats the pillow next to him excitedly.

Dante manages to hold in a snort. “Sorry. Couldn't find the bandaids."

“Pshh. It's all fine, come here now, come on-”

Dante climbs onto the bed, bumping slightly into Arthur as he does. He almost wants to reach his hand out, to make sure he's a proper distance away- but no, he can see now, there's no need for that.

He's so excited for this… Dante can't help but absorb some of that energy. It is exciting, sure, but to see Arthur so glad to do this… with him, no less… It makes him feel something; almost like the beginning of a panic attack but nice – a squeeze in his insides, but not making him choke. Just… taking his breath away.

Dante looks at Arthur's face. Grinning, looking straight at him, so happy-

Once again. That feeling.

Wordlessly, Dante hands over the pack of bandaids. Logically, he knows that Arthur must have been the one to buy them, but thinking of it now… They're for kids, aren't they? That's embarrassing. “Are these ones okay? I didn't see any other packs, so I just…”

“Perfect!” Arthur exclaims before he can even finish speaking. “Man, I thought I lost those- look at Marshall!”

He shoves the box almost into Dante's face, pointing at one of the dogs. White with black spots. Cute. But…

“...Marshall?”

A pause. Arthur stares and slowly leans in closer. He blinks. “You… don't know Marshall. From Paw Patrol? You know- the show?”

Ah. Dante winces. Cartoons…

“Um. No?” He tries, too aware it comes out more like a question.

“...we are so watching that later,” Arthur whispers, eyes glowing. He grins again and shakes his head. “But- Later! Give me your hand now.”

Dante does.

Arthur gets the bandaids out of the box- he picks them out, fully focused, and lays them out on the bed. Grabs Dante's hand closer, positioning the fingers apart.

“Look, you're going to need to cover your pointer and middle finger for sure… If you really want to commit, we might as well bandage all of them.”

Dante looks at his hand. Over at the guitar laying on the bed; its metal strings. He doesn't shudder, but it's a close thing “...all is fine.”

“All! Okay…” Arthur hums and tugs him even closer- pointing at a blue bandaid with a smile. “How about Chase for this one, then?”

Dante nods, not trying to hide the smile appearing on his face. The dog is wearing a police uniform. That's… probably fine. He moves his hand so Arthur has easier access to the top of his fingers- and prepares to feel like a mummy.

Just tries to stare at Arthur instead of his hand and the tattoos on it.