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[solarstranger]

CHAPTER 2 | I HOPE YOU SEE (RIGHT THROUGH ME)

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tags. minors dni. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (23), some cussing (it's not a bakugou fic if there aren't any), suicide-related deaths (see series synopsis for more details), discussions of suicide, mentions of heaven and hell (common interpretations of the afterlife in general), definitely not me projecting my own issues onto reader lmfaooo

a/n. here we go again with me not being able to write everything that needs to happen in the chapter lol. i tried imagining a longer version of this jam-packed with said events, but i felt like i already reached a nice spot to end the chapter, so i'll leave it to future eeya to figure out how to insert the succeeding events :> as always, i'd love to know what you think! please talk to me in the replies, tags, or drop an ask!

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At the vaguely familiar sound of a lock coming undone, your eyes snap open.

Or, at least, you think they were closed; the pitch-black darkness filling your vision—unchanging despite the swift motion—suggesting otherwise.

You blink a couple more times—perhaps a little too rapidly for your own good—breath unknowingly held in tense anticipation, and only then do your eyes adjust to the darkness, the almost imperceptible moonlight illuminating through the closed windows to your left what could only be someone’s living room.

Not just someone’s, you think to yourself. A stranger’s.

How the fu—

Whatever profanity-riddled question you were about to ask yourself halts to a stop when the telltale creak of a door opening reaches your ears, your frame immediately and involuntarily freezing as you watch the dim light from what looks like a hallway flood the area not even a beat later, standing smackdab at the center of which is a silhouette of a man.

A silhouette that almost instantly morphs into the real thing with a single press of a switch, your jaw all but dropping to the floor when the identity of the person standing in front of you finally registers—the sudden, blinding white light be damned.

And for a moment, you don’t move.

Just—stare, shell-shocked, at the awfully familiar yet foreign-looking ash-blonde as he stumbles gracelessly into the foyer, exhaustion practically radiating off his muscled—not to mention intimidating—form.

But then he’s straightening up after toeing off his shoes and dropping his bag, and something finally clicks within you.

You immediately move to stand up, ready to make a break for it—or, in this case, hide until you can inconspicuously escape what has to be his home—but that’s when he abruptly stiffens, and despite yourself, you freeze—butt suspended in the air a few inches away from where you were just sitting.

Fuck.

He couldn’t have just caught you, could he?

Whatever delusions you had for an answer to that question instantly die right in front of you, however, when—to your horror—Bakugou turns slowly, almost cautiously, the color draining from his face the second you lock eyes.

Shit.

You scramble for something to say.

And what you end up going for is—

“…I can explain?”

At that, Bakugou blinks at you, completely still.

Then, blinks again.

And when you’re pretty much convinced you just killed the guy with an instantaneous heart attack that he took standing, Bakugou finally unfreezes.

“What the…fuck.”

“I swear,” you quickly say, unfreezing yourself and straightening up, “I have no idea how I got here.”

“Yeah, no,” Bakugou mutters more to himself than you, his gaze never leaving your face.

…Almost as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

“I promise I’m not a robber,” you add pathetically, hoping he’ll take a stranger’s word for it. “I don’t—” you falter, looking around the modestly-sized living room, before huffing in defeat, “I don’t understand what’s going on myself.”

“That makes the two of us,” is the only thing Bakugou says in response. You whip to look at him, surprised at his total lack of alarm just now.

If it were you who came home to a total stranger lounging on your sofa—

You shake your head at the thought. Now wasn’t the time to think of hypothetical scenarios. You needed to flee—ideally before the pro-hero could call the police on you.

Although you suppose he could just make the arrest himself.

“Well,” you cough awkwardly, eyeing the door behind him not so subtly, “I probably should get going. Don’t wanna impose on you, or something.”

“Again,” you continue when he doesn’t say anything, taking a few steps towards the man—he was still blocking your only way out of here unless, of course, you decide to jump off the window, “I’m sorry about all this. I promise not to cause you any more trouble.”

You don’t wait for a reply after that—sidestepping the ash-blonde with a quiet ‘excuse me’ and quickly making your way to the door, before finally reaching out for the knob with your dominant hand.

You don’t even get to touch the handle, however, when you see it.

Your—

Your hand.

It’s—

What the fuck.

Translucent.

You immediately look down at the remaining length of your arm, then at the rest of your body, and that’s when the last bit of your foggy memories finally comes rushing back to you, like a raging storm surge that nobody—let alone yourself—saw coming from a thousand miles away.

You let out a choked sound—one that you barely recognize as yours—just as Bakugou says something behind you that you couldn’t quite catch, nor bring yourself to give a single fuck about.

Because it can’t be.

Did you actually…succeed?

“Hey.”

Your head snaps to look at Bakugou, who’s now staring at you with an expression on his face that you can’t quite make out.

Right.

He was still here.

“I—” you start, eyes drifting back again to your body, “I know this is gonna sound crazy,” you gulp, bracing yourself for what you’re about to say next, “But I think I just…died.”

To your surprise, Bakugou doesn’t even falter at your supposition. Instead, he only continues staring at you, the metaphorical gears in his head visibly turning as he does so.

You decide to try again. “I jumped—”

“I know,” he grits out unexpectedly, cutting you off.

You pause, gawking at him. “Y-you do?”

Bakugou nods once—curtly. “I saw you. Jumped after you, actually. But…”

He huffs, averting his gaze. “I was too late.”

“Oh,” is the only thing you manage to reply.

And when he doesn’t say anything for a beat: “That’s—that’s okay.”

Whatever was considered okay as a response to his statement, it apparently—definitely—wasn’t that, because Bakugou whips to glare at you so fast, you instinctively take a step back. “What did you just say?”

“Nothing,” you croak, taking another step to add more distance between the two of you. “I—I just said that it’s okay.”

“That I was too late,” he finishes—more like spits—and you have to tamp down the urge to shrink into yourself at his tone.

“Yeah,” you manage to rasp anyway, wanting nothing but to bolt out of here now more than ever.

But to where, exactly?

Heaven?

Hell?

You figured you’d be at either by now, and not at some random pro-hero’s bachelor pad.

Except if what he’s telling you is the truth, then you guess he’s not exactly random…

“Your name,” he says instead—a beat later—the topic shift catching you slightly off guard, “It’s Y/N, right?”

At that, you nod, albeit somewhat hesitantly. “How—how’d you know?”

“I told you,” he retorts bitterly, “I saw you jump. I was the one who called emergency services.”

You shouldn’t have, your brain immediately supplies in retaliation, although something tells you he won’t exactly take well to that. You bite your lip and nod instead.

You both stand there—neither uttering a word—for what feels like an eternity, letting the absurd reality of the situation sink in.

It’s you, though, who ultimately breaks the silence.

“I-uh-should probably get going,” you begin, glancing at the increasingly tantalizing exit behind you. “I don’t want to hold you up.”

“Yeah?” he scoffs—much to your chagrin—his tone making you frown despite yourself. “And where might you be going?

Oh.

You didn’t really think about that, nor that far.

Death didn’t exactly come with a detailed starting manual, as you’ve so brutally been not told.

You don’t voice these apprehensions, however, opting to press your lips in a thin line instead.

Had you known the afterlife was going to be like this…

No.

It’s not like you had a choice.

You shrug your shoulders, then, hoping your unease isn’t scrawled all over your features. “My apartment,” you confidently answer, suddenly thankful you have your own place to retreat to at this time.

A grunt. “You have your keys?”

“Well, no—”

“Then how the hell are you gonna get there?” he spews, before giving you an excruciatingly slow once-over, “Looking like that?”

As if on cue, you look down at your body, only to be met with the clear reminder that you’re not exactly human anymore.

You frown. “I—”

“You can sleep on the couch for tonight,” Bakugou suddenly declares, turning on his heel and not bothering to look at you. “Just figure it out tomorrow.”

“But—”

“You have a better idea?” the ash-blonde asks over his shoulder, eyebrow raised in begrudging question.

At that, you splutter. “Well, no, but—”

“Then just take the goddamn offer and sleep,” Bakugou snaps—almost—before looking away.

Then, under his breath, you barely catch it: “Maybe then you’d disappear.”

In your defense, you really tried.

Sleeping, that is.

After you reluctantly agreed with Bakugou and took his offer to camp out for the night, he headed to his room without sparing you another word or glance, leaving you in the quiet of his apartment’s living space, not knowing what to do with yourself.

You probably stood there for a couple of minutes—unmoving—reeling over what just transpired, before you decided that there wasn’t much you could do about your situation but to wait it out until you could get out of here and—you don’t know—maybe look for other departed souls and ask for directions to heaven?

Ha.

More like hell, but there wasn’t any harm in trying to enter your first choice, now is there?

Which reminds you.

You actually did it.

You managed to kill yourself.

So much has happened in so little time since you snapped awake at Bakugou’s arrival that you haven’t had the chance to let the fact sink in, or to marvel at how your plan actually worked.

And that you didn’t survive and end up being worse off than you were already before, or that you didn’t get interrupted by someone else mid-attempt.

You almost did, you corrected yourself.

But that’s the thing.

You didn’t.

And you’re here now, although you’re not where you thought you’d end up—but this was a start.

Now, only that’s left is to figure out how to get the hell out of here.

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[bunnyboi25]

I love how almost everyone on twitter right now is absouluty destroying the influcener smurf character from the new smurfs movie like fr this is meme material

[purgemarchlockdown]

The temptation to vague about something in the milgram-confessions blog because its something thats bothered me for Actual Years about certain fandoms vs letting it go because when it is brought up its actually done somewhat tastefully and reasonably which makes me happy and this anon probably didnt mean it in the incredibly bad faith way I keep on seeing it be repeated so really Im getting upset over nothing.

[art-by-jas]

"I've got you, sweetheart." Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader Tags: Established Relationship, Kissing, Depression, Anxiety, Fluff, Domestic Fluff Summary: When you are getting hints that you might be fired soon, you come home to Robby, who instantly takes care of you. A/N: This is purely self-insert, I'm so anxious and not feeling well.

Robby lounges in the recliner, the flickering images on the TV momentarily forgotten as he hears the gentle creak of the door. A warm smile spreads across his face. “Hey, honey,” he calls out. You ignore him, walking down the hallway to the bathroom, the door clicking softly shut behind you; he feels momentarily hurt that you didn’t greet him, but he realizes you must’ve had one hell of a rough day.

He sets the remote down, the sound of the news fading into the background as he stands up. Taking a step toward the bathroom, he hesitates for a moment. With a soft knock on the door, he hopes to bridge the distance between you.

“Sweetheart, can I come in?” He calls gently, his voice filled with warmth.

He strains to catch a response from beyond the door, but the only sound that reaches him is the steady cascade of water. After a brief moment of hesitation, he slowly pushes the door open, heart racing just a bit.

“Babe?” he whispers, concern lacing his tone.

As he steps inside, his heart sinks at the sight before him. You’re in the shower, your body shuddering as you cry, and his heart aches with an immediate sense of worry. Instinctively, his expression softens, every fiber of his being reaching out to comfort you.

"What's wrong?" His voice is tender, a note of worry evident as he steps closer. When you remain silent, Robby decides to shed his clothes, joining you in the shower. He pulls you into his embrace, holding you tightly, a comforting shield against the world outside.

"Please, I need you to talk to me," he implores softly.

As your tears flow more freely, Robby draws you in even tighter, his presence unwavering amid your storm. He gently rubs your back. 

“Shhh, it's alright,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m right here. Whatever it is, I've got you.” The water continues to cascade around you, the soft sound of the shower wrapping the moment in a cocoon of quiet intimacy. He doesn’t rush you for answers; he understands that the time will come when you’re ready to share. For now, he simply stays there, enveloping you in his warmth.

As you turn to face him, the moment his eyes land on your tear-filled gaze, he’s momentarily frozen at the sight of your pain. A softening warmth spreads across his features as your gazes intertwine. He brings his hands to your face, his grip both strong and tender.

“Sweetheart…” he whispers, his voice barely above a hush, searching for comfort in your eyes.

The sight of your quivering lip and the gentle shake of your head only deepens the ache in Robby's heart. He brushes his thumbs delicately over your cheeks, attempting to chase away the tremors.

“Hey, hey,” he murmurs in a soothing tone, each word a gentle caress. “Take your time. It’s okay.” 

Robby holds you close for a few lingering moments, his embrace a steady balm amid the chaos. Then, with a tender resolve, he reaches to turn off the shower, the sound of water fading into silence. He goes for a towel from the rack, wrapping it around your trembling form with a warmth that cuts through the chill. Quickly, he grabs another towel to dry himself off.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed,” he murmurs, his voice soothing as he guides you toward the bedroom. As he leads you into the softly lit space, the glow from the bedside lamp dances delicately across the room. He helps you sit on the edge of the bed, his touch light and reassuring as he tenderly dries you off with the towel. Every move he makes is infused with care, a quiet promise that you’re safe here with him.

"You want to wear one of my shirts to sleep, or would you prefer one of your own?" Robby's voice carries a gentle chuckle, the warmth of his fondness for you evident in the way he shakes his head. He knows, as well as you do, that there’s a certain comfort in his shirts—maybe it’s because they hold a lingering scent of him that wraps around you like a comforting embrace. "Why am I even asking?" he adds, his smile softening the moment. "You always choose my shirt." 

He opens a drawer and pulls out a well-loved grey t-shirt, the fabric soft from countless nights. With care, he helps you slip it over your head, the material draping around you so that you seem almost swallowed by it. It’s oversized, hanging loosely off your frame, yet you look completely adorable. Robby's heart swells as he takes in the sight of you in his shirt. Seeing you so vulnerable, with your eyes still shimmering from recent tears, ignites an overwhelming urge to protect you. He turns back to the drawer, pulling out a pair of his boxers, and holds them out to you with a warm, gentle expression.

“Might as well complete the look, right?”

Once the clothing is set, Robby moves over to the TV, flicking it on and scrolling through the streaming options. He’s already thinking of your favorite comfort show, a tender smile blooming on his face as he spots it. 

“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, his hand resting on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. As he steps out of the bedroom, he moves quietly down the hallway, each footfall a whisper against the soft floor. His heart is heavy with concern, still tangled in the worry of what had brought those tears to your eyes in the shower.

In the kitchen, he piles a tray high with goodies. As Robby returns to the bedroom, his heart races as he gently pushes the door open. The sight of you perched on the bed in his oversized clothes makes his heart flutter.

"I come bearing snacks," he announces softly, a gentle smile breaking through the weight of the moment as he sets the tray down on the nightstand beside you. Climbing onto the bed, he settles close, longing to be the comfort you need. He takes the remote in hand and starts your favorite show. The sound of the theme song fills the room like a warm embrace. As the episode plays, his hand instinctively rubs your back. As the show plays in the background, you cast a tender glance in Robby's direction. Seeing your gaze on him, he turns to meet yours, his expression immediately softening.

"What?" He asks softly, his hand still moving in gentle circles.

The words escape your lips softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't deserve you."

Robby can feel his heart squeeze at your words. He turns to face you fully, his eyes locking with yours. His hands reach out to cup your face again, his touch gentle.

"Don't ever say that," he says firmly, his voice low and steady. "You deserve everything, do you hear me?" As you nod, a small gesture of acknowledgement, Robby's heart clenches a little. He can see the doubt in your eyes, the self-doubt that's leading you to such harsh words about yourself.

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. When he pulls back, he keeps his hands on your face, holding your gaze. "You're everything to me," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're kind, you're smart, you're gorgeous, and you're stubborn as hell." He lets out a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "And you always steal my shirts." He brushes away a stray, damp strand of hair that's fallen across your face, tucking it behind your ear. Robby's voice is gentle but firm as he speaks, the soft glow of the TV illuminating the bedroom. "Sweetheart," he says, his hands still framing your face. "Now, will you tell me what's wrong?"

He holds your gaze, his eyes searching yours, full of love and concern. He wants, no, needs to understand what's causing you this pain, what's led you to cry so deeply in the shower. As you explain the events of your day, Robby listens intently. He knows how hardworking you are, the endless hours you put into your job. He sees the physical and mental exhaustion etched on your face, and his protective instincts kick into overdrive.

As you describe your attempts to find coverage for your shift so you could have a day off.

“Someone put on my account that I only came in to clock in and clock out so I wouldn’t get as many points.” You sigh angrily before continuing, “I’m already high with points, not that it takes much there.”

You continue, the stress of the situation evident in your voice. "And tomorrow... tomorrow, I'll probably get into more trouble. They might... they might even fire me."

Tears begin to well up in your eyes, the weight of your worries crashing down on you like a tidal wave. "If I lose my job... I can't pay my rent," you manage to choke out, your voice trembling. "I won't be able to make my car payments. I'll... I'll have nothing left." He instinctively pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace. Your body shakes as fresh tears spill down your cheeks, each sob a reflection of the immense pressure you're under. 

He presses his cheek against the crown of your head. "No," he whispers. "That isn't an option. I won't allow it." He draws back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes filled with an unwavering determination. "We’ll find a way through this, alright? You’re not going to lose everything. You’ve got me by your side. Together, we’ll figure it out."

“I-I can’t, Robby. I don’t want to be a burden. You have enough going on as is.”

His heart aches at your words, a blend of love and frustration evident on his face. Gently, he cradles your face in his hands, his thumbs softly wiping away the tears that fall down your cheeks.

"You’re not a burden," he promises, his gaze never wavering. "Not to me. You never will be." He takes a deep breath, bracing himself for the weight of his next words. "I know I’ve got enough on my plate, but when it comes to you. I’m willing to do anything.”

Your voice is soft, filled with emotion as you whisper, "I love you so much."

"I love you more," he responds without hesitation. He guides your body closer with gentle pressure, wanting to feel your warmth against him. Robby wraps his arms around you, his grip strong and secure. He presses a lingering kiss against your forehead, his lips remaining connected to your skin for a moment longer, as if conveying a silent promise of unwavering support.

"We got this," he whispers, his voice filled with firm reassurance. His thumb gently traces along your jawline, the gesture tender and comforting. "You and me against the world."

A small, hesitant smile tugs at the corner of your lips at his words. Despite the weight of your worries, you find solace in his presence, in the unyielding support that he offers. 

"You might regret saying that," you reply, a hint of amusement in your voice. "I can cause quite a bit of chaos, you know."

A gentle scoff escapes Robby's lips. "Oh, I'm well aware, sweetheart," he says, his voice laced with a mix of affection and humor. "But I can handle your brand of chaos."

As you press a gentle kiss to Robby's lips, a soft sigh escapes his throat. He returns the kiss with equal tenderness, his lips gently massaging yours, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. He gently breaks the kiss, his forehead pressing lightly against yours. In the soft glow of the bedroom, his eyes meet yours, a mixture of love and reassurance radiating from his gaze.

As you lean in for another kiss, this one deeper and more earnest, Robby responds instinctively. His lips eagerly meet yours, molding against yours with a growing passion. He deepens the kiss, his mouth opening slightly as he captures your lower lip between his, his tongue delicately seeking entry. His hands, which had been gently clutching your waist, begin to wander across your back, tracing intricate patterns along your spine, pulling you closer, erasing any space that was left between you.

The world fades into the background as the kiss becomes the center of Robby's attention, his need to be closer to you overshadowing everything else.

Time seems to stand still as he loses himself in the sensations, the taste and feel of you consuming his senses completely. His heart pounds against his chest, a rapid rhythm that mirrors the kiss's intensity. His fingers find their way into your hair, tangling in the silken strands, his touch possessive yet tender all at once. Robby finally breaks the kiss, not because he wants to end it, but because he needs to catch his breath. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes still dark with desire, his breathing slightly ragged.

As Robby catches his breath, he presses his forehead to yours, savoring the closeness.

"Sweetheart," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "We don't need to go any further tonight." He pulls back, just enough to look into your eyes. "You need to rest, okay? You've had an emotionally draining day; the last thing you need is to exhaust yourself even more."

He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender and warm. "We've got all the time in the world tomorrow. For now, let's just get some sleep." A soft, exhausted sigh escapes your lips as you nod, the weight of your emotion still lingering. The idea of simply resting and letting go for the night sounds like a welcome respite.

"You're right," you concede, a weary but grateful smile playing on your lips. "I'm just... overwhelmed, I guess."

Robby pulls you closer, guiding you gently back onto the bed, positioning you against his chest. He drapes the covers over your bodies, enveloping you both in a warm, snug embrace. As you curl closer against him, Robby's arms instinctively tighten around you, pulling you into the warmth of his body. He gently rubs soothing circles on your back, his touch slow and steady.

"Just relax," he murmurs, his voice a low, comforting rumble in his chest. "Close your eyes and let me hold you."

He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, the gesture both tender and protective. "I've got you, sweetheart."

Gradually, the tension in your body begins to ease, the rhythm of Robby's steady breaths and the soothing touch of his hand rubbing your back acting as a lullaby. A tired sigh escapes your lips as your eyelids flutter, growing heavier. The exhaustion that has weighed on you all day starts to melt away in the warm haven of his arms.

[simspaghetti]

SIMS 3: THE GLOBETROTTER CHALLENGE

Original Sims 4 Challenge here by moonfi - this is just an adaptation for TS3!

I love the idea of the original globetrotter challenge by @moonfi but the original rules are for TS4 and are specifically themed around those worlds, so I decided to make my own version adapted for the TS3 worlds / gameplay, ofc all credit goes to moonfi for the original idea :)

Credit also goes to @florydaax for the store world legacy & @horusmenhosetix for the HIX Completionist Challenge - I took some inspo from both of those to come up with the goals for each location

This is my first attempt at creating a challenge for public release so if anyone has any feedback / suggestions pls lmk

Feel free to tag me or use #TS3Globetrotter if you try this out I'd love to see how your gameplay goes - no obligation to do that though! I'm just curious lol :)

Your sim is an adventurer visiting many places around the globe… Begin your explorations in the challenge below…

[Google Docs Version HERE - I reccomend reading the challenge on there & making a personal copy for gameplay!]

There are two ways to play this challenge, the original way is intended to be played with one sim. If you're going this route it’s best to turn the aging off or set it to long - However, there is also an option to play this challenge generationally if you wish (just treat each ‘round’ as a new generation or span 2 rounds across each generation etc. It’s up to you how you want to work that out!)

The challenge is NOT about accumulating money, but enjoying the gameplay. Each round has its own main LTW and a few other goals to fulfil, but it rarely has a specific career your sim must follow - that’s because the focus should be on exploring the world around them rather than spending a lot of time in rabbitholes

This challenge uses a combination of store worlds & EP worlds, but I’ve also included few alternative custom worlds for each round you can use instead if you’d prefer - if you want to take creative liberty and choose your own world you’d rather use for a round that’s totally fine! Just make sure it fits in with the correct vibe & theme for that round / generation

You can play these rounds in whatever order you want to, but I’ve presented them in a similar order to the original challenge w. each backstory following on from the last - you can ignore or alter the backstories as you wish to suit your gamplay ofc!

THE RULES:

MOD RECCOMENDATIONS: This challenge can be played without mods, but it is definitely enhanced by their inclusion, so here are some suggestions… NRAAS Traveller will allow your sim to travel to any world you have installed, and retain relationships w. sims from previous trips once they move worlds NRAAS Tempest will allow you to take control over the world climate, which is recommended for full immersion - I also suggest checking out Pudding Parade’s Tempest project to find some premade settings for several types of different climates you can just place in your save! UPDATE: Pudding Parade has also made some preset suggestions for this challenge here! You might also want to check out my mod / CC reccomendation list for off-grid living :)

Create a sim (any age, but recommended to start with a YA), and once you move them to the first location give them a tent and set the funds to 0–50 simoleons (0 for a more challenging start)  Cheats bar: testingcheatsenabled TRUE // familyfunds [insert household name] 0

Main LTWs must be completed during their round, the other goals must be completed at least halfway before moving to a new location You have a choice of several LTWs to complete for each round - take your pick of one of these, it’s not expected for you to do more than one  If you’re only playing with one sim for the duration of the challenge, you can either buy a LTR to change your sims lifetime wish for each round, or go and change it manually in CAS through cheats

Your sim cannot travel to places outside the world you’re currently playing in (unless specified by that round)

They can apply for a job once they have: a tent (or a bed), a campfire (or a stove), a fridge, a toilet, a shower, a sink, a counter, a chair. they must quit their job when you move to the next location. your sim can make money by selling things they found and created from their family / personal inventory.

You can purchase (or ‘rent’ for the purposes of storytelling) a house in a world once you have the funds to do so - just know you’ll have to leave it behind when you move, so don’t get too invested!

When moving to a new location your sim can take one piece of furniture and their tent. you should sell the rest. all the collectibles or souvenirs your sim found and put in their inventory travel with them as well - just no big bits of furniture like sofas, beds etc.

In order to move worlds, your sim needs to have 20,000 simoleons in the bank - you can cheat this money if you need to, but you must reset your family funds back to normal once they’re in the next world. 

If your sim forms relationships or has kids in a previous world, they can either abandon / leave them behind completely or bring them along to the next world - it’s totally up to you!

As an additional challenge, aim to master the Photography skill & take scenic photos of every town your sim visits

NEW RULE: Your sim can swap out one of their traits each round to be better suited for the gameplay - I've included some trait suggestions, but it's up to you what you decide to go with

ROUND 1: THE ARCTIC ⛰️🌠

WORLD REC: Aurora Skies / Saaqartoq

Recently packing up all their belongings and hopping on a plane from their hometown of Sunset Valley, your sim wishes to explore the world. Their first stop is to experience the most unique wonderful natural anomalies to be found in the cold arctic ocean. Where better to start their adventures than in The Arctic at the very top of the world?

Seasonal Recommendation: Set the town to a cold temperature climate using NRAAS Tempest OR disable Summer

Trait Rec: Eccentric / Computer Whiz / Handy / Loves the Cold / Genius

LTW: ‘The Tinkerer’ / ‘Become a Creature-Robot Cross-Breeder’ / ‘Scientific Specialist’ / ‘Master Forager’ (CUSTOM)

Other Goals:

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Logic: ‘Celestial Explorer’ Collecting: ‘Metal Collector’ & ‘Gem Collector’ Science: ‘Experienced Experimentalist’

Obtain the 'Forbidden Fruit' seed

Reach level 7 of the ‘Logic’, ‘Science’ & ‘Handiness’ Skills

Reach level 3 of the ‘Fishing’ skill

Get the ‘My Best Friend’ Lifetime Reward

Swim in the hot springs / cold ocean for at least 1 hour

Go ice skating (on a rink OR on a natural body of water)

Take a romantic ride with another sim in a hot air balloon

Woohoo in the ‘science lab’ lot OR in a hot air balloon

Gain the ‘polar bear club’ moodlet from swimming in natural water during winter

‘Watch the stars’ or stargaze through a telescope for at least 2 hours during an aurora event (or between 12-4AM if you’re not playing in a world w. Auroras enabled)

ROUND 2: SLICE OF PARADISE 🛟🏝️

WORLD REC: Isla Paradiso / Sunlit Tides / Mariner's Reach / Isla Escudo

Having spent a good chunk of time immersing themselves in the scientific community, your sim feels like they’ve achieved enough to deserve a nice holiday. They set out to a warm island town to relax. They just want to chill, run away from the cold and sink their toes into the ocean. They’ve dipped their toes into fishing before, and would now like to fully immerse themselves in the deep blue sea and see what kind of things they can find.

Note: If your world doesn’t have dive lots or seashell spawners, I highly recommend placing some down so you can complete all the challenges for this round!

Seasonal Recommendation: Set the town to a hot temperature climate using NRAAS Tempest OR disable all seasons other than Summer

Trait Rec: Loves the Heat / Loves to Swim / Sailor / Angler

LTW: ‘Presenting the Perfect Private Aquarium’ / ‘Deep Sea Diver’ / ‘Pond Whisperer’ (CUSTOM)

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Fishing: ‘Ametur Ichthyologist’ & ‘Commercial Fisherman’ Scuba Diving: ‘Pearl Diver’ & ‘Savvy Snorkeler’ 

Master the ‘Fishing’ & ‘Scuba Diving’ Skills

Meet & become friends (or lovers) with a mermaid

Get a sunburn & a suntan (the tan can be real or from a machine)

Get the ‘Immune to Heat’ Lifetime Reward

Dive in all your world’s dive lots

Buy a boat

Fight a shark

Collect all seashells

Sunbathe in one long session on the beach for 4 hours

Go scuba diving & swim in the ocean for at least 3 hours

Woohoo in an underwater cave

Obtain the 'Mr. Marnier' Gnome

ROUND 3: DEEP IN THE WOODS 🌲🦉

WORLD REC: Hidden Springs / Moonlight Falls / Great Bear / Ainali / Eriu Fe

Your sim has grown tired of the endless heat on the islands and wants to move somewhere cooler again. The smell of pine trees and a more rustic way of life has been calling their name for some time now. They wish to admire nature, sing with the birds, get their hands into the rich soil to grow some interesting plants and go hiking in the woods.

Seasonal Recommendation: Leave all seasons on default OR just disable snow

Trait Rec: Gatherer / Green Thumb / Loves the Outdoors / Night Owl / Vegetarian / Animal Lover

LTW: ‘The Perfect Garden’ / ‘The Zoologist’ / ‘Greener Gardens’ / ‘First Class Farmer’ / ‘Master Forager’ (CUSTOM)

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Gardening: ‘Master Planter’ & ‘Botanical Boss’  Collecting: ‘Butterfly Collector’, ‘Firefly Collector’ & ‘Beetle Collector’ 

Get the ‘Super Green Thumb’ & ‘Collection Helper’ Lifetime Rewards (if you don’t have collection helper already)

Master the ‘Gardening’ Skill

Complete the ‘Omni Plant’ opportunity Chain (info here)

Own at least 2 minor pets (lizards, snakes, rodents or birds - or a combo of these)

Drink from the ‘fountain of youth’ & ‘wish for youth’ (you may need to place it down in edit town)

Plant every plant from the Grocery Store

Pick all the wildflower types

Observe all wild animals that come onto your home lot

Befriend a deer

Go hiking all day (walk to some community park lots, preferably up a mountain) and sleep out under the stars in a sleeping bag on a community lot at least 2x

Cook potatoes, garlic, onion, tomatoes, fish and roast marshmallows over a campfire at least once

Woohoo in a tent

Consume all the herb types (in whatever way you want) and feel their moodlet effects

ROUND 4: THE DAZZLING DESERT 🍸🌞

WORLD REC: Lucky Palms / Strangetown (V1) / Strangetown (V2) / Wild Wild West

Living in the woods was a great way for your sim to recharge their batteries and take it slow for a while, but now they’re ready for a bit more excitement! They find themselves among the vibrant desert sands, hoping to let loose, party a little bit, and also venture a little bit further out to do some archaeological exploration in a new landscape

Seasonal Recommendation: Set the town to a hot / desert temperature climate using NRAAS Tempest OR disable all seasons other than Summer

Trait Rec: Loves The Heat / Lucky / Party Animal / Daredevil / Adventurous

LTW: ‘Private Museum’ / ‘Master Romancer’ / ‘Lifestyle of the Rich & Famous’ / ‘Vocal Legend’

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Charisma: ‘Celebrity’ Mixology: ‘Cool Creator’ 

Reach level 7 of the ‘Mixology’, ‘Gambling’ & ‘Charisma’ Skills

Go to the casino at least 10x

Make 3 wishes at the wishing well

Host 5 parties

Set off 10 fireworks

Visit & drink at bars on at least 10 different occasions 

Obtain a ‘Dusty old lamp’ and make a wish of your choosing

Get the ‘Learned Relic Hunter’ Lifetime Reward

Visit Al Simhara and get a maximum visa level for Egypt

Dig at 10 dig spots in Al Simhara

Find at least 30 relics

Analyse every relic your sim finds

Woohoo in a sarcophagus OR a hot tub

ROUND 5: STONE-BAKED SUMMER 🍕🍾

WORLD REC: Monte Vista / Veronese Island / Lago Simiore / Isla Escudo

All that partying has left your sim wanting to take it a bit more slowly and go back into nature. They’re feeling drawn to beautiful rolling hills, olive trees and cobblestoned streets. All this tasty produce the land is known for has made them want to try their hand at cooking and nectar making, after all, if they really want to experience the culture they need to learn to eat and drink like a local too! They’re also beginning to get inspired by the gorgeous scenery and want to try their hand at some art.

Seasonal Recommendation: Set the town to a warm / Mediterranean temperature climate using NRAAS Tempest OR disable Winter

Trait Rec: Artistic / Natural Cook / Savvy Sculptor / Virtuoso

LTW: ‘Culinary Librarian’ / ‘Celebrated 5-Star Chef’ / ‘Bottomless Nectar Cellar’ / ‘Master of The Arts’

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Cooking: ‘Star Chef’, ‘World-Class Chef’ & ‘Menu Maven’ Painting: ‘Brushmaster’ Sculpting: ‘Chiselmaster’ & ‘Master Sculptor’ 

Reach level 7 of the Cooking, Nectar Making & Painting OR Sculpting Skills

Get the ‘Born to Cook’ Lifetime Reward

Obtain every type of grape from all the worlds

Collect and learn all the recipes

Travel to Champs Les Sims, learn the Nectar-Making Skill and purchase at least 1 Nectar Maker for your lot

Make every type of meal on the wood-fire oven

Purchase a wood-fire oven for your home lot

Create at least 1 perfect-quality nectar

Visit the ‘Art Gallery’ & ‘Museum’ lots in town

Sell §5000 worth of paintings &/ sculptures

Get up to level 5 in an instrument of your choice

‘Play for tips’ for at least 3 hours on a community lot

ROUND 6: SPOOKS IN THE SHADOWS 🕸️🪦

WORLD REC: Midnight Hollow / Moonlight Falls (if not used already in round 3) / Bridgeport / Halloween Hideaway / Haunted Valley II

All that cooking, nectar making and painting was very relaxing, but your sim is ready for one more final, exciting adventure now before settling down for good. They’ve been hearing rumours about strange supernatural happenings in a distant corner of the world, and they’re keen to check out what’s going on for themselves. They find themselves in a dark place where mysticism and strange happenings seem to lurk around every corner…

Seasonal Recommendation: Leave as is or use NRAAS Tempest to create a more rainy / foggy & slightly colder climate

Trait Rec: Neurotic / Perceptive / Coward / Brooding / Supernatural Fan / Supernatural Skeptic / Night Owl

LTW: ‘Paranormal Profiteer’ / ‘Alchemy Artisan’ / ‘Leader of the Pack’ / ‘Mystic Healer’ / ‘Turn The Town’ / ‘Zombie Master’

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Alchemy: ‘Master Alchemist’ Collecting: ‘Mushroom Collector’

Master the ‘Alchemy’ Skill

Become a supernatural being of your choosing (fairy, werewolf, witch or vampire)

Get the ‘Alpha Wolf’ OR ‘Magic Hands’ OR ‘Immortal’ OR ‘King / Queen of the Fae’ Lifetime Reward depending on your supernatural type

Visit the ‘Graveyard’ lot and hang out / sleep there for at least 1x from 8pm-8am

Get into a fight with a supernatural being during a full moon

Donate plasma to a vampire

Turn 3 sims into supernatural beings (either your supernatural type by biting them or another type by using elixirs)

Woohoo in a fairy house OR magical wardrobe 

Create a playable ghost OR resurrect a ghost using Ambrosia

Have a child with said ghost or previously-a-ghost sim

ROUND 7: SETTLING IN THE COUNTRYSIDE 🌾🐮

WORLD REC: Appaloosa Plains / Dragon Valley / Riverview / Constant Springs / Winchester Farming Community / Country Love

After delving into just about every corner of simnation, your sim is beginning to feel like it’s time to hang up their walking boots and settle down in the good life with their family. But their work isn’t done just yet, they have grand aspirations of owning their very own farm, surrounded by a brood of animals and maybe even a few more kids. If they’re gonna plant roots somewhere, they’re gonna do it to the fullest extent!

Seasonal Recommendation: Leave as is

Trait Rec: Nurturing / Hopeless Romantic / Animal Lover / Cat Person / Dog Person / Equestrian / Family-Oriented / Loves the Outdoors

LTW: ‘The Animal Rescuer’ / ‘The Fairy Tale Finder’ / ‘The Ark Builder’ / ‘The Jockey’ /  ‘Surrounded by Family’ / ‘Country Caretaker’ (CUSTOM)

Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Riding: ‘Equestrian Champion’ (HORSE) Racing: ‘Endurance Equine’

Master the ‘Horse Riding’ Skill

Own a horse who masters the ‘Jumping’ & ‘Racing’ Skills

Get the ‘Raised by Wolves’ Lifetime Reward

Own a cat OR dog who masters the ‘Hunting’ Skill

Own at least 4 animals total (at least 1 of each type)

Woohoo in a haystack 

Get married

Have at least 3 children total

Teach children all their toddler skills

Do homework with children at least 1x per child

Be ‘best friends’ with all of your children

(OPTIONAL) ROUND 8: TO THE MOON 🌜🛸

WORLD REC: Lunar Lakes / Moon Base Delta / Cronor / Mermaidia

Your sim thought their adventures were over now that they’ve explored everything this planet has to offer… That was until they were given the opportunity to be one of the first colonisers of a brand-new civilisation on a planet in outer-space. They’ll have to do their fair share of mucking-in, helping the community create new inventions or assisting in the town’s military force to defend from space-invader attacks, but it’s a brand new frontier, and your sim definitely aims to be at the front of it!

Seasonal Recommendation: Use NRAAS Tempest to create a climate where it is usually always the same weather but with more fog & hail OR disable all seasons other than Spring & disable rain (treat hail like meteor showers)

Trait Rec: Eccentric / Handy / Athletic / Brave / Bot Fan / Perfectionist / Workaholic

LTW: ‘Monster Maker’ / ‘Leader of the Free World’ / ‘Perfect Mind, Perfect Body’ / ‘Become an Astronaut’ Other Goals: 

Complete the following Skill Challenges:  Collecting: ‘Amateur Rock Finder’ & ‘Awesomest Rock Collector in the Universe’ Handiness: ‘Electrician’, ‘Plumber’ & ‘Tinkerer’  Inventing: ‘Scrap Collector’

Master the ‘Inventing’ & ‘Athletic’ Skills

Invent at least 1 simbot

Get the ‘Teleportation Pad’ & ‘Climation Control Unit’ Lifetime Rewards

Get abducted by an alien

Befriend an alien

Have an alien baby OR move in with an alien (you can send the baby back to its homeworld once its born if you want) 

Woohoo in a bot workshop, time machine OR jetpack

That's the challenge done! Have fun :D

[deseretgear]

OKY big Gaslight District Misc post

based on various stuff I was finding while rewatching the pilot and talking with friends:

Mud in the freezer! The flies are interesting; are they rotlings or something else? they are wrapped up here with tags on them like bodies in the morgue. there is also one that gets served another fly's head in the butcher shop. They seem to be used as food and decoration and drink.

It says Bug Lite Frothy and has a little fly on it :)

There's also a fly used as a candlestick on Breadhead's piano

I can't quite make out what is on the bottles in the back but one of them looks like "bittersweet organ relish" (thanks to my friend Jackie for that one)

Other people probably noticed this but the Virtue we see in Ken's inferno flashback is definitely Temperence; he has the same mask and the nubs on his shoulder.

Also I don't have a screenshot of it, but when he pulls Ken's toenail a thin needle like portion comes off with a long thread of blood or such behind it. I wonder if Temperence was experimenting or doing surgery of sort on Ken or the other prisoners? It does look like Ken was actually a prisoner; but how did he escape? Does this have something to do with how he got Mel?

Mel had a little naughty sexy magazine with ladies on it :3 and in a blink-and-you'll miss it moment it looks like she's also holding hands with "Romeo" and it looks like they might be having a romantic moment! So this looks like she is a bisexual queen. We love to see it! Also peep that cute pic in the background with Mel and Ken and Breadhead! Looks like they have some kind of catch in a net.

The photos in the back are easier to see in this screenshot. The one in the middle looks like Mel besides the whale's eye.

This is fun; when Diligence is scanning the truck bed it says "Investigation in progress" and when the guard interrupts him it says "Nuisance Detected"

Also the little scan screen has angle symbols on the border!

My friends and I were trying to figure out for a while what Temperence is holding, and we think it's Mel's egg! It looks like it has some tubing out of it, implying its some kind of construct. It has a glowy portion in the middle, and also it's position mirror's Mel's in this shot.

But what do you think it is?

This one is hard to show in a screenshot so there's a timestamp to it here (Idk how to gif) When the camera zooms out in the security room after ken attacks Temperence, we see all three characters of the smiling dead except for Mud (who is watching them) on the screens

Mel is climbing the stairs to the right, Ken is in the middle, and Breadhead's arm can be seen flapping up and down on the right side! It looks like he is flapping his hands like wings as he's being carried by the angels :) Yay

This tapestry in the Lab seems to depict what looks like the old angel mother and something under her wing holding an egg with Rotlings in front. I wonder if the figure holding the egg (it kind of is fused with her sillouette here but it looks like a kneeling figure) is meant to be a Virtue or something else? perhaps whatever's in the metal egg above Temperence?

Close up of the Quick-Rising yeast Breadhead snorts and the paper that is briefly flashed on screen in his head! It looks like some kind of solomonic or occult instructions or paper? We can see what is clearly a bunch of semen squiggles on the left side, one of which rises up to show a little breadhead baby (aw)

There's four symbols of what looks like the moon, the whale, a rotling, and and egg. Some other arcane symbols I don't know the meaning of, and in the center of that...octogram, some kind of rock?

Also on the right side (still glowing in this image) is a spoon!

I feel this is instructions on how to create breadhead; maybe a homonculous of sorts? the paper in the head also makes me think of the Golem in Jewish legend, who is brought to life with a paper with the name of god inscribed on it inserted into its head/mouth.

Close ups of the drawings Mel did of her dad during the slide show haha. I love em

Ok the Title sort of blocks it but in the back right of this scene we can see the Whale's Head butcher shop won a "Best Meal" award:

Best Meal Voted District's Top Choice (Not that there are many choices)

a few more random stuff from the butcher shop; there's a tag saying To Kenny From Xenora (who is that? an old friend or flame?) and during the bar fight, the big photo of the smiling dead gets splattered with blood that covers Jack, symbolizing how he's been excised from the family.

When Ken eats Temperence, we can see it has some kind of mechanical spine and legs attatched, but Ken eats only the brain part. Also the brain has a little black hand marking/tattoo on it, and we see green light explode from Ken's belly after he eats it. This seems to imply the Virtues are, like the Rotlings, bound to their bodies and may originally be humans, just humans uploaded into robot bodies. I say "human" the way the rotlings are also originally "humanity" that's been twisted, not that they are humans like Mel is.

There are better close ups but in this image of the black egg prophecy we can see what clearly seem to be nukes in the center, and waves rising all around as the Rotlings pray. This seems to be along with the Whale's Belly (I'm sorry I keep forgetting what the butchershop is called) a biblical reference. Noah and Jonah specifically. This definitely seems to indicate some kind of natural but also manmade destruction of the world, and may also indicate what the Mother Angel meant when she talked about Mel raining Fire Down on those who rot.

Looks like the truck is transporting the body parts of saints. What for? are they for the virtues, that thing in the metal egg? is this for reconstructing a human?

MORE diligence scans; the one where he chokes Ken has warnings about structural damage and its other arm not being detected. The one that goes down to Mud's crotch says "package not detected" seeming to indicate Mud doesn't have a penis. We stan a transmasc king o7

And that about wraps it up! mostly misc thoughts. The big thing standing out to me Right Now is: Who is and isn't a Rotling? are the Flies rotlings? are the Virtues basically just rotlings in robot bodies who see themselves as superior?

Are the angels made by the virtues, or did they make the virtues?

How was breadhead made? He does seem to be constructed.

What exactly went down between Ken and Temperence?

Excited to see more and happy to see everyone's thoughts

[shinoko-oshi]

Simon Riley Headcanons

I cannot for the life of me try to think or write anything, my brain is literally fried and I’m going through a writer’s burnout so here’s some Simon head cannons that have been circling my head for a few weeks until then (hardly proofread)

1 - Is a man child when it comes to clothes, have to go somewhere fancy and he has to wear a suit? He’s whining the entire time, something about his tie being too tight or the tag on his jacket itching his back which leads me to the whole nudist headcannon I have for him

2 - Everyone talks about smoker Simon but what about stoner Simon? I’ll stand on this headcanon until the day I DIE, definitely buys weed whenever he’s on leaves and all his clothes probably have the faint scent of it too.

3 - Refuses to watch horror movies because they make him annoyed “I’ve lived worse.” He says, gets irrationally angry when the character does something dumb. Will stand up and leave the room if someone splits from the group in the movie.

4 - Ridiculously good at claw machines. He has “tactics” he says, will ramble on about the “weight to claw ratio” or something while standing there utterly focused, ends up walking away with four stuff animals.

5 - Weirdly good at origami, probably picked it up one day out of boredom, now he leaves perfect little paper cranes or frogs around, if you give him enough puppy eyes maybe he’ll fold and make whatever animal your requesting of him.

6 - I lowkey see his favorite fast food place being subway, if you even consider it as fast food, loves a good meatball sub or sandwich every now and then (self insert because subway sandwich’s are elite)

7 - Terrible liar when flustered, can lie under pressure in the field flawlessly, but if you compliment his cooking? “Wh—what? No, I didn’t make that—I mean—it’s just food”

8 - Can handle literal torture but one pickle on his burger? He will visibly gag and scrape the burger clean like it personally offended him.

9 - Despises glitter. Like, with a passion. Once stepped in a pile of it during a mission in a warehouse (don’t ask why it was there) took weeks to get it out of his boots. “Glitter is the herpes of the craft world,” he says (I snickered at this)

Bit of a shit post

Master list

[immadatdisney2]

VARIGO WEEK 2025 EVERYBODY!!!

*insert Mariah Carey doing the "it's time!" meme here*

Okay, my shitty graphic design skills put aside here is the official prompt list for this year's Varigo Week!!!

Day One - "Because I love you idiot!"

Day Two - Empty stomach

Day Three - Inspired by song lyrics

Day Four - "I'm just so tired"

Day Five - Bad habits

Day Six - Listening

Day Seven - Free day!

So this is just a fun, silly challenge week to celebrate our favorite Disney rejected ship with no limits or rules. EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE!

I ask- nay, I implore you to PLEASE DO NOT USE AI FOR THIS! The whole point is to show your love for these silly little gay scientists and just using a computer takes all the heart out of it. It dosnt matter if you don't think your good at creating, whatever quick doodle or cheesy fanfic is a hundred times better than whatever a computer can come up with. Please, I promise everyone will love it just don't use the fucking computer.

Anyways, yeah this doesn't really have any other rules, just to have fun. The dates are June 8th through June 14th and you don't have to make something for everyday (but that's why I post this a few months in advance to give people time to prepare) so absolutely no pressure, just do as much as you feel like doing and you can do absolutely whatever you want to participate like fanart, fanfic, cosplay, animatics or anything else you can come up with, it's free game people!

When the time comes, tag it under VarigoWeek2025! (You can tag me too if you want to but it's not necessary) and if you have any questions or want more details feel free to ask me on my blog or comment and make sure to reblog to spread the word<3!

-ImMadAtDisney

[villainsapologist]

Skom James fucking u for the first time since getting out of rehab ⁉️he gets so lost in the sauce that he starts whimpering and begging ‼️

A/N: one eternity later...

Warnings/Tags: James Hetfield x Fem Reader, SMUT, very lewd language, RPF, oral (f!receiving), p in v, creampies, premature ejaculation, ass eating (kinda), 1.7k words, explicit content 18+

It feels like forever. You missed him so much that it hurts. James had been away getting the help he needed and you were so proud of him. 

Unfortunately, that also meant that for the first few days you had no contact with him and after that it was heavily restricted and monitored. You got to talk on the phone once per week and it was only for a couple of minutes. 

The calls usually consisted of I love you’s and I miss you’s. That was all you two had time for.

Marking the final ‘X’ on your calendar, you’re buzzing with excitement. Today was the day James finally got to come home. 

He said he didn’t want you to make a big deal out of it. That he was content with just being back home with you. 

Respecting his wishes you settled for some Welcome Home balloons and a cake. 

— — —

When James came through the door with his luggage in hand, he wasted no time cupping your face in his hands and smashing his lips against yours.

You wanted to welcome him home, give an entire spiel about how proud you were— but nope.

He gathers you in his arms with no words, his tongue down your throat. 

As his lips move to your neck you get the opportunity to speak, just as soon as you got to catch your breath.

“Hi baby. I missed you so much!” In response all you get is a low grunt.

You catch on to how this welcome home greeting is going to go and accept your fate.

James carries you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. The room where for the past few agonizing weeks you slept alone. 

He sets you on the bed so that you're standing. He’s so tall that you are still able to be face to face with him. 

“I need you so fucking bad baby.” You can see the desperation in his eyes. Reaching out, you touch his face and he takes your hand into his, bringing it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on your fingers. 

“I’m right here James, take whatever you want from me.” 

He begins to peel your bottoms off, first your yoga pants then your panties. 

As you go to remove your top you’re stopped by his hands moving you down to lay on the bed.

You let out a squeal as he flips you over to lay on your stomach. His arm scooping you up by the waist so that your face is buried in the sheets and your ass is up in the air.

“So fucking perfect.” You feel his breath on your pussy so you're pretty sure he wasn’t necessarily talking to you.

“Ohhh fuck–” You let out as James buries his face in your ass. His tongue licking a long strip from your clit to your asshole.

You fist the sheets tightly, your eyes squeezing shut. He moves back to your pussy, his tongue continues to swirl around your hole, getting it nice and wet. 

James pushes his tongue into you ensuring to hold you firmly around the waist. He moves his head from side to side and you can feel the hairs on his chin brushing ever so slightly on your clit.

You're a writhing whining mess as James holds nothing back from his assault on you.

He’s a man starved— lapping at your juices as they spill from your leaking cunt. 

Your legs begin to shake as you feel the tightness building in your lower abdomen. You're drooling into the sheets beneath you as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

All that James hears from you are the faint ahh’s and ohh’s that you whimper out. 

He feels that you're close and moves a finger to rub your clit, his tongue still working its way in and out of you. 

“James please—” He squeezes your side harder. 

Still being a man of little words in this moment, he complies with your request to cum by picking up his pace. He switches his tongue and fingers— inserting his middle and index fingers into you while his tongue laps at your clit.

This new rhythm unravels you in five seconds flat. He gets to move his fingers in and out of you maybe three times before he feels the extra squelch and wetness around them. 

He holds you tightly as you try to squeeze your legs together. You haven't orgasmed like this since before James left. 

You tried to get yourself there on your own while he was away but it just wasn't the same. You needed him.

As you try to catch your breath and come down from your high, you collapse into the bed, your knees weak. 

In your post climax haze you feel James gently turning you over on your back. 

You lay there satisfied as your chest rises and falls, your eyes closing. 

That was until you heard the familiar sound of his belt being undone.

Immediately you feel the heat blossom in your stomach. It was pavlovian at this point. The clink of the buckle never failed to make you begin to leak between your thighs.

James doesn't say anything he just moves between your legs, his broad body forcing them wide open.

His face instantly falls into your neck as he lines his cock up with your entrance. 

With one long deep stroke he buries himself completely in you. Your mouth going wide as you gasp at the feeling of being filled completely with him.

Everything is so slippery down there. You just came mere seconds ago and the feeling of James’ weight on top of you was doing something extraordinary for you.

You completely wrap your legs around him— locking them in place. Your hands clawing at his back.

“It’s so good baby…” You cry out as your nails dig into him. “You always fuck me so good.”

James only responds in grunts and groans. It’s the only way you know that he’s even hearing you.

By now he’s practically grinding into you. The hairs at the base of his cock stimulate your clit as he moves his body on yours.

You feel his teeth on your neck. He nips and licks at you, moving to your collarbone and over to the next side. He is definitely leaving marks.

You're blissed out— enjoying everything that he is giving you, your second orgasm slowly creeping up on you.

That was until you felt it. The warm milky white substance that you knew all too well.

He just came— with no warning. 

“Baby did you just—” You’re cut off by his loud groan in your ear.

James doesn’t stop. He just keeps fucking you— sliding in and out as his seed spills out of you with each thrust.

He lifts up his head from your neck and rests his forehead against yours. 

His eyes trail down your body to where the two of you are connected. He stares intently watching you swallow him up everytime he goes in. His cock is a mess, it’s covered in both your cum. 

“Fuuuck me—” It’s literally the third thing he has said since he got home. “Need it so fucking bad please.”

James was not really quiet in bed but he definitely never did all this begging and whimpering.

His face goes back to the crook of your neck.

“I love your pussy so fucking much, please cum for me baby.” 

You feel something wet on your skin. Maybe it was sweat— maybe it was his tongue.

But as James rises up again to look you in the eyes, you see his glistening.

“Please— please…” He lets out with his eyebrows knitted.

He really must have missed you because you have never seen him this desperate and unraveled for you.

Usually James fucks you with confidence, making it clear that he was the one responsible for making you come undone. You were the one doing the begging and crying.

However, today the roles seemed to have been reversed.

“I don’t ever want to be away from you ever again. I can’t stand it.” He’s rambling, breath uneven as he goes as deep as possible every time.

You pull him close— chest to chest, and kiss him hard. You move your hand to his hair and start grinding up against him. You lift your lower half off the bed to meet his strokes.

“I’m right here James, you have me. I promise.” You flutter around his cock, still milking him. He slips in so easily.

“I need you to come. I need your perfect cunt to cum around me— please I can't take it.” 

Moving your fingers down to your clit you begin to rub yourself in circles. As a result your pussy clutches on to James even tighter.

This sends him over the edge, his forehead is drenched in sweat. He squeezes his eyes shut as his mouth contorts into that O shape. 

“Ohh my— fuck!” It’s all he says as he spills into you for the second time. Following suit, your back arches as you cum again around him. 

The lewd sounds of James still moving in and out of you are intensified by the wet slaps caused by all the cum making its way out of your hole. 

“Thank you so much. I love you so much.” He cries between breaths. 

Finally he slows down his strokes, halting deep inside you as he collapses on you. But it was only for a second, he’s still careful not to crush you. He rolls over onto his back and lays you on his chest.

He wraps his arms around you tightly. 

As you both stabilize your breathing you just lay there taking in each other. You listen to his heartbeat as it begins to slow down to its normal rate.

“You really missed me huh?” You ask him. However, there was no response.

You peer up at his face— yeah he’s asleep.

Letting out a chuckle you move up to place a peck on his lips and bring the blanket over to cover both of you.

With that you close your eyes and snuggle into him. You missed him so much.

[gabrielemillers]

Midnight Dessert

Pietro Maximoff xF!Reader

Warning: smut 18+

-Pietro! Someone could see us! you half protest half moan as he kisses the inside of your thighs.

-They are all sleeping don’t worry. Plus, don’t tell me the risk of being caught doesn’t turn you on? says Pietro smirking as he pulls down your pyjamas short and panties.

You woke up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty. When you came into the kitchen, Pietro was sitting on the kitchen island, eating an apple. He is always hungry since he spend a lot of energy everyday in his running.

You two are secretly dating since a few months and you don’t want the team to find out about the both of you yet. They would tease you constantly. Plus, you like the idea of always sneeking around with Pietro, it’s exciting.

You are now sitting on the kitchen island with him kneeling between your legs. He looks at you teasingly before putting his mouth to work. You moan quietly as he devors you, licking your folds like it’s his favorite dessert. He switches between kitten licks and sucking on your clit. Your hands find his hair and grab it hard in pleasure, making him moan against your dripping cunt. Tears pools into your eyes as he makes you feel so good. Pietro has a gifted mouth.

He inserts two fingers inside of you, finding your g-spot immediately as he sucks hard on your clit. You almost scream in exctasy, bringing one of your hand to your mouth just in time to hide the noise. Pietro smirks as he eats you out. It’s his favorite thing, bringing you pleasure and seeing you lost in pure bliss. You feel your orgasm approaching, your thighs starting to shake.

Pietro climbs up your body, with his fingers still pumping fast inside of you, making a squelching noise because of how wet you are. It’s almost embarrassing. Almost. He kisses you, making you taste yourself on his lips. You whimper at the salty taste.

-Are you going to be my good girl and cum for me? he whispers against your mouth.

-Yes…please Pietro.. you beg on the edge of coming.

-Then come for me Princeznà.

The petname, a circle of your clit with his tumb and it does the trick. You climax hard, a breathless moan escaping your lips, your back arching off the kitchen island. You feel like it last for minutes because it was so good. Pietro slowly pulls his fingers out, while you try to catch your breath. He looks at you in the eye when he sucks them clean.

A freash wave of arousal envelops you. That is the hottest thing you have ever seen. You definitely are ready to fuck him. Just not here.

-Pietro baby can we go back to my room please? I really want to fuck you now and it’s the better place since it’s soundproof…

-Such a dirty mouth on such a beautiful woman. Whatever my lady wishes she shall have it. says Pietro chuckling sweetly and lustfully.

He picks you up and in no time you find yourselves inside your bedroom, your short and panties completely forgotten on the kitchen floor.

My first Pietro fic :) sorry if it’s a bit short I had this idea in mind for days and needed to write it xx

Tag: @pretty-little-mind33 @tangerineboss @princesssunderworld

[nanaminokanojo]

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | Sukuna X You | CHAPTER INDEX I /PROLOGUE (Part 1-68)

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters (uraume, gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, choso, maki, nobara, mei-mei, etc.)

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | bad boy x good girl | college au | a lot of firsts | aged-up characters | strangers to lovers | smut | fluff | angst | ooc depictions - soft sukuna ftw

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol and/or smoking | mentions of injury, promiscuity and bullying | pet names because they're cute with 2D men | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

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A/N: Yup. Intrigue and a video right off the bat.

CHAPTERS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

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[backtothefanfiction]

Amnesia

Joaquin Torres x Stark!Reader

Summary: after a mission gone wrong and a two week long endured coma, you're left with a bit of memory loss.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: grief, mcu endgame spoilers, injury, hospital, amnesia, hurt/comfort, reader insert, Y/N, made up birthdate and mother

A/N: As promised yesterday. Warning this is some major emotional damage, but was so fun to write. This takes place further down the storyline of the Joaquin x Stark!reader stuff I've done before, but you don't have to have read them to understand this. Also I've tried to tag who I can but if I have forgotten anyone interested in my Joaquin stuff I'm sorry and hope this finds you all the same. Anyway, enjoy.

You had no idea how long you had been asleep. Couldn’t even remember taking yourself to bed. No doubt you had fallen asleep in front of the TV and your Dad had carried you up and tucked you in like he used to when you were five. But the more you stirred, the more you realised this bed felt too firm to be your own. And your body was propped at an awkward angle, almost like you’d fallen asleep in one of your Dad’s recliners.

But there was also too much background noise for you to be at home. The droning cacophony of voices sounding too echoey for you to have fallen asleep in the penthouse. And then there was the beeping. Steady and rhythmic like a heartbeat. As you forced your dry eyes to open and assess the situation fully you realised it wasn’t just any heart beat, it was yours. Pressure over your index finger signifying the monitor there. 

Okay, so you were in a hospital room, you realised, more features of the room coming into focus as you looked around the private room you were in. No doubt organised and paid for by your Dad. But how did you get here? What had happened to land you here? And who was the random guy at the side of your bed. You looked him over. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. His arms looked fairly muscular beneath his jacket and you figured he was just one of Happy’s lackeys here to watch over you and keep you safe.

He wasn’t doing a very good job though seeing as he currently had one hand propped to his head and he was dozing. As you looked closer at his bronzed skin, you noticed he had heavy circles under his eyes, informing you he hadn’t been sleeping much lately. Maybe he had been here all night and was just waiting for Happy or someone to come relieve him for the day shift.

“Ah she’s finally awake,” a cheerful voice said from the doorway. You looked up to find a youthful blonde nurse standing with a clipboard in hand. At the sound of her voice, the man in the chair at your bedside shook himself awake, his fingers rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. He looked to where the voice came from in the doorway before seeming to fully realise what she had said as she entered the room and began to move around the other side of the bed towards you.

“I’m just going to check over some of your vitals to give to the Doctor and he’ll be in in a moment to talk you through everything. Okay?”

“Okay,” you confirmed.

Although your attention was focused on the nurse, you couldn’t help but notice the way the man at your side sat forward on his chair and reached out for you. “What time is it?” you turned and asked him, his hand reaching for his phone to check the time. “What time are my Dad or Happy gonna get here?” you asked him further and his face fell, his brow furrowing as you question sunk in and you realised, maybe this guy wasn’t with your Dad or Happy at all.

He looked up to the nurse concerned and when you turned to look at her too to put a voice to whatever silent information was in the room you couldn’t decipher, you noticed the similar face of confusion to the companion at your side.

Something wasn’t right, but you didn’t know what it was.

“Y/N?” the man at your side said hesitantly.

“Yes,” you said, wondering why he would say your name as if you wouldn’t recognise it or know who you are.

“Mr Torres, it’s alright,” the nurse said trying to settle him as she stepped forward to you, “Miss Stark I’m going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer them to the best of your ability. Okay?” she asked in her kindly manner, her tone intentionally curated to try and put you at ease.

“Okay,” you confirmed, if not slightly hesitant.

“Can you tell me your full name?”

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark.”

“Perfect. And your date of birth?”

“07/07/1999” your replied and the nurse seemed to be satisfied with that.

“Can you tell me the names of your parents?”

“Meridith Holtzman and Tony Stark.”

“Okay, perfect.”

“And where do you currently live?”

“Stark Tower, Manhattan, New York.” The nurse looked at her notes and frowned. “Look, is my dad gonna be here soon or?” Your two companions in the room froze. “What? What is it?”

“Miss Stark, what year do you think it?” the nurse asked.

“It’s 2016. I literally just had my 17th birthday last week.”

The nurse and your male companion in the room looked at each other with concern. He quickly stood, his teeth nibbling at the skin around his thumb as he began to pace with worry. 

“Mr Torres, don’t worry. This can be quite common in coma patients. I’ll go get the doctor, he’ll be able to do a better assessment of her brain scan and give you a better analysis of what’s happening.” the nurse began to explain to him.

“And what do I do in the meantime. I mean, she clearly has no idea who I am.”

“Well, maybe reintroduce yourself. You never know, maybe it will jog her memory.” 

“Okay,” he said dejectedly. “Uh, thank you,” he quickly added as she began to leave.

“I’ll go get the doctor,” she reaffirmed to give him hope.

“Soooo, when’s my Dad getting here?” you asked him when he came back to your bedside.

“Ummm,” he said hesitantly before he let out a deep sigh. “Uhh, I really don’t know how to answer that,” he confided as he hung his head, struggling to keep eye contact with you.

“Well can you call Happy and find out?” 

“Y/N,” he implored, his hand reaching out for yours, his fingers brushing across the back of your hand making you tense up beneath his touch, “do you not recognise me at all?” he asked.

“Should I?” you asked hesitantly, slowly pulling your hand from this strange guy's touch, but his fingers got caught on a piece of jewelry on your finger. You looked down at the diamond ring confused. “Whose ring is this? Where did it come from?” you asked. Your words seemed to stab him like knives. “I’m sorry, who are you? I mean, I thought you worked for Happy, but? Look where is my Dad. I just want to see my Dad.” you said adamantly, slowly becoming distressed.

“Y/N,” he sighed again sympathetically, “your Dad died 4 years ago.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“In the battle against Thanos.”

“Who now?”

“Uh, fuck!” he grunted under his breath as his hand rubbed frustratedly over his face.

“Look, I don’t have a clue what’s going on?” you said, growing equally frustrated. “I don’t even know how I got here.”

“We were on a mission together. There was an accident.  I was distracted, I’m sorry,” he stressed. “God, this is all my fault,” he muttered to himself. “You sustained a head injury.” he continued to explain to you, trying to make himself calm down so as not to stress you out. “The doctors have had you in a coma for the last two weeks waiting for the swelling on your brain to go down.”

You paused and looked at him confused as you waited for the information to sink in. “So this isn’t 2016.” you said to him.

“No,” he confirmed. “It’s 2027.”

You looked at the sorrow in his eyes. The emotional pain on his face. You clearly meant a lot to him and you not currently recognising him was killing him. You looked again at the ring on your finger. “You gave me this?” you half asked, half stated.

“Yes,” he said quietly and nodded. You were both quiet for a moment as you took that in. “Oh wait,” he said, suddenly getting an idea and reaching for his phone. You watched as he typed in your birthday as his passcode. There was a picture of you and him and a dog as his background. Your hair was dyed in the picture, the ends purple and orange and when you looked down, you spotted the faded remnants of the color that hadn't been topped up in weeks. You lifted the ends up to inspect them closer.

“Here,” he said, leaning over the bed with the phone a picture up on the display. “This is us just after I proposed,” he said, a picture of both of your smiling faces on the screen with your ring clad hand being held up to the camera. He swiped and there was a picture of you both on the beach. “This is us in Hawaii last year,” he said. “This is us and your sister Morgan.” he said, swiping again.

“I have a sister?” you frowned in disbelief. The young girl looked no older than 7 in the picture but her features told you enough to know she was also your Father’s daughter. 

“Yeah. And this is Dougie.” he said, scrolling to a picture of you and the dog you saw as his phone background. “You adopted him last year when you were in the middle of your therapy” he informed you. 

Although it was information and sensory overload you couldn’t deny the photo evidence before you and let him go on as he continued to take you down memory lane. “And this is us with Cap in Cambodia a couple months ago.”

“I’m sorry who?” you frowned, recognising the suit and its colors, but not the man wearing them. 

“Captain America. You know, Sam.” he said, as if that should mean something to you.

“Wait, isn’t he one of the guys my Dad fought in Germany. I thought he was the Falcon. What happened to Uncle Steve?” you asked.

“Ummm, that’s a little more complicated to explain. He went back in time and became an old man and then when he came back he handed over the shield to Sam before he died and-”

“Wait-” you cut him off, “you’re telling me both my Dad and Steve are dead?” There was a pause between you as his guilt once again took over. “Captain America and Iron Man… are dead.” you said again, looking for confirmation.

“Well, Captain America isn’t dead. But Steve Rogers is, yes.”

“Okay…” you said, growing quiet as you let that sink in as he began to flick through photos again. After he’d swiped through another 3 and talked you through them, you finally said, “Who else is dead?” He froze. His silence was enough to confirm your Dad and Steve weren’t the only ones to die when fighting this Thanos person he had name dropped.

“Look who else died, Joaquin,’ you blurted out and he looked at you in surprise.

“You just said my name,” he beamed.

“I did,” you confirmed, not completely sure where you had pulled the name from.

“I think this is working,” he said. “Okay, this is a picture of you at your Dad and Pepper’s wedding,” he continued to flick through, some older pictures of you saved onto his phone too. “And this is you and Sam playing with Morgan. You opening the Heroes stadium in memory of your Dad, Steve and Natasha.”

“Natasha.” you said, the name falling from your lips as an image of the redhead flashed before your mind; her teaching you how to fight in the gym behind your Dad’s back. Tears began to fill your eyes as you slowly remembered the moment Clint came back without Nat, the memory hazy at the edges, but the strong emotional pain, fixing you to the most important part of the memory. “Natasha died.” you confirmed. She had been like your older sister. She’d taught you so many things over the years. Not just how to fight, but how to talk to boys and do your make up and- Your thoughts became a blur as all those memories crashed into you and as you continued to follow the thread, more and more started to come back to you.

“Joaquin?” you said, your voice broken and wobbly.

“Yeah, I’m here baby, I’m here.” he reassured as he climbed fully onto the small hospital bed and wrapped you up into his eyes and your grief hit you a fresh all over again. But as your grief washed over you like a tidal wave, other memories began to come to mind. Moments of grief. Joaquin sat with you on the floor as you cried. Him driving you to your therapy sessions. Him taking you to the shelter to pick out Dougie. He was your rock. The one who had been by your side and helped you heal.

“I’m sorry.” you said, as you sobbed into his shoulder. “I forgot you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said, the hint of a smile to his voice, “you’re back now. You’re here now. Everything will be okay.”

“Joaquin, I love you,” you mumbled against his chest and he chuffed with relief.

“I love you too, baby. I love you too.”

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[yandereunsolved]

» 🪙 Yandere Connor — RK800 » 🪙 (part 2)

➜ (part 1), (part 3) ➜ cw(s): yandere themes, kidnapping, self-harm mentioned (reader), starvation (reader), suicidal ideations (reader), force feeding, & manipulation ➜ tags: @bimboghostface, @savas-q1, & @aceofheartsssss

You have screamed your voice raw in hopes that some unknown savior will take pity. You have cried your tear ducts dry until your eyes swell and become bloodshot. You have cut into your skin with whatever you can find for just a modicum of control. More times than you can count, you have done these things. Each time the consequences increase, but the probability of escaping does not.

Each new place he—it, that thing you dared call your friend and perhaps even your crush, has hid you in has become progressively more dilapidated. Plush armchairs and soft carpets once softened the torture of your solitude; now splintering wooden floors and asbestos-filled walls are left in their wake. Places so damaged you question why Connor chooses them. It should go against his programming, or whatever's left of it.

But why should you care?

He deviated and showed you once again how dangerous unchecked androids are. Now small groups of rebellious preprogrammed code run amok, causing havoc—at least from what little you've been able to gather. Connor isn't keen on informing you of the goings-on of the outside world. He prefers to reassure you, which does little good (because fuck him).

A familiar shuffling behind the door alerts you. Your head snaps up like a startled deer, staring at the door like a predator will come through. He's drenched in blood when he comes in, red blood. His beanie has been lost. His multitude of jackets have tears and bullet holes. But he looks okay for the most part. The word must really hate you.

"I have news that will please you," he murmurs in that babying tone you have snapped at him to stop using.

He approaches you, kneeling down, a bag stuffed into one of his pockets.

"We'll be at a compound soon—one where my kind are able to live freely. And you have been granted access too. It has all of the necessities and even a bit of luxury."

He takes out the bag, unfazed by his own appearance but noting that it's disturbing you. He pulls out a packet of crackers and some applesauce. No. No, no, no, no.

"Connor, please, let me go," you beg with the panic rising in your voice.

You quickly shake your head as tears prick your dry eyes. You fruitlessly kick at him and yank at the chains holding you down to this place. You can feel the bile rising in your throat and the arduous aches in your muscles struggling to keep it held down, struggling to keep you awake.

Other things arise. The regret of being too weak to fend him off. The sorrow in being denied the right to take your own life.

A plastic spoon is inserted into your mouth with the apple mush oozing off it. You try to spit it out, but he wipes your face and more forcefully inserts the next spoonful into you.

"Nutrition is necessary for human survival, to thrive, yet you deprive yourself of it. Convincing me to let you leave would be much easier if you stopped proving that you are unable to care for yourself."

"I just want to go," the soul-crushing defeat evident in your voice.

Without missing a heartbeat of yours, he responds, "You can't. I-I need you here."

He shoves not just one cracker, but three, into your mouth. You almost choke, but he makes sure you are unable to. Maybe it would just be better if you choked on them. Or your vomit. Or even the shitty plastic spoon he keeps forcing into your mouth.

"You're being selfish," you finally manage to get the words out.

"You're being selfish. I have sacrificed the entirety of my being for you. And still you try to harm yourself. Do you hate me that much?"

He retracts the food from you. He stares unceasingly at you. His LED switching from red to colorless, one of the only parts of him that he has kept since his deviancy.

"Do I hate you?" you incredulously, rhetorically question. "Yes! I hate you! Is that what you want to hear? A confession of how much I loathe you for fucking up what little good was in my life?"

The tears well up and escape down your face, getting wiped off by Connor's attentive hands. You can't stop the shaking or the meltdown his presence has placed upon you.

"I hate you. I-I hate you. I h-hate y-you!"

The last syllable is barely out of your mouth when hands come up to cup your face, squishing your cheeks. Still having a meltdown, your teary eyes are just barely able to make out the abnormal pinkish hue on his LED. A color you've never encountered, even with him being deviant these last months—years, whatever.

"I understand," nearly inaudible, "and I suppose I always have. Your human nature causes you to think irrationally. You aren't able to see the 'bigger picture,' as humans call it. You have suffered at my hands. That I apologize for."

The acknowledgment of his transgressions breaks you down further. You can't quiet the wails escaping you, snot dribbling from your nostrils. Your body rocks itself back and forth in a pitiful attempt at comfort. You can't stop. It won't stop. He won't stop.

It validates him. He continues his tirade, sure that it will have the intended pacifying effect.

"I should be more attentive. But I'm so busy making sure that neither of us is caught by the authorities."

Excuses.

"When we get to the compound, all of that will change. You will have a higher standard of care. Me at your side. Your brain will stop merely surviving."

Promises.

"Then your love for me can bloom."

Resolution. His mission completed with you as his lover.

You quiet. He mistakes, or quite possibly dissmisses, your transition from an unfiltered meltdown to a horrified shutdown as an opportunity to cradle you. And for the first time since your kidnapping, you embrace him back—not out of some sweet, loving bond, but out of need. The need for someone else's closeness, touch—affection, even if it's all wrong. The desperation seeps out of you in droves and into your actions. Your mind and body want to claw at his synthetic skin, tear him apart, and thrive off the warmth of his parts.

...

If he can have a mission beyond his own makers, then you can have one beyond your captor's.

[valentine-cafe]

oh, to be a cute, little journalist wanting to expose the crimes of herrera husbands (verse 209) to the public. . .

. . .only to become their newest obsession <33

˖⁺. “ new scoop ! ” : 

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. . . verse 209 jìngyí x gn reader x rishen !! 🍒: ﹙ mad doctor ˖ snake monster ˖ yandere character ˖ mad scientist ˖ moth-spider-mantis hybrid ˖ yandere character ﹚

they never expected a journalist to come as close as you did. that definitely garners quite the morbid interest. after all - how could they not obsess over someone so obsessed with them?

﹙ cws ﹚: dark content ˖ yandere behaviour ˖ stalking ˖ item stealing ˖ manipulation | wc : 0.5k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: i saw this request and immediately jumped to write it last night ybcdc

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oh they have dealt with the media. ten times and over. the suspicious interviews. the baiting headlines. they know the trifles of fame — especially on their level. but you — oh, you were different. you were magnificent.

while few were foolish enough to blame them for the classics: useless scandals, corruption, big pharma. . . you went another route. they were almost offended to not have picked up on your little investigation long before.

of course they inserted themselves into this investigation. intentionally selecting you to dish out your questions during press conferences. meeting with you after interviews to discuss your stellar skills. showing interest. building a relationship.

oh and you simply took what you could get your hands on. perhaps befriending them would be an opportunity to worm your way in and get the good scoop? it's a sacrifice you are willing to make. and they seem the least but aware.

you let them right into your life. follow up interviews. private ones. coffee dates — wait, was that last one apart of the plan? where did that necklace come from? right. a gift from jìngyí. and that expensive perfume? ah, that's right. rishen's spoils for your birthday.

you started having dinner with them too. but you had to focus. had to ensure that you garner whatever info you can. even if it was the slightest. you'd stage before your wall of a pin chart at home. information, photo evidence. completely unaware that they took have a little board of you at home. filled with your pictures. your articles. your handwriting. strands of your hair. clothing items. the trusty pen that went "missing" last week. evidence too. evidence of their obsession with you.

what a fun game between work hours. to watch you get so close to a lead, if only the ends to be snipped off entirely. it frustrated you. but that frustration could wait, you have a night out with - with them - no! what are you doing? why are you indulging them?

but you'll continue to do so. after all, it's for duty - right? you'd never expect the hooks of their manipulation to settle into your head. whisper so sweetly to your ears that maybe you were wrong. maybe they are simply kind men of science. perhaps the voices of those enigma are false.

what does it matter anyway! you've been invited to their lavish home at last. you can't believe you thought the worst of these two. they are simply an indulgent couple. who do their best to help society. living here with their four dogs and one cat. loving one another. loving you.

loving you indeed. you see it. in the dinner that you all share. the laughs and affection. the sweetness of their lips. the slew of polaroids strung upon walls. the letters, articles pinned upon boards. a room full of you. and all that you do. oh, you'll certainly learn about the extends of this love. when the door of the room you'd stumbled into ( and now stood like a statue in ) shuts tight. locked behind you.

well, they did say curiousity killed the cat.

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I adore the blog and I adore internet archive, but I have trouble searching the archive. It feels a bit daunting to explore more. Do you have any tips and tricks for scouring it? Thanx <3!

hi! yes. i have a few tips.

firstly, if i search using this formula, it will come up with far more specific results than if i just typed in stained glass. the internet archive is quite unpredictable at times (and there's porn on there lol) so be wary. you can also search in a similar vein with the command creator:"[insert creator here]" using either of these tools can narrow down your search incredibly.

you can also sort search results (for specific OR more general search queries) by media type which is incredibly helpful for me, as i primarily post photos on here. this is under the filter settings on the sidebar, really easy to navigate! you can also search by year or a range of years, or the subject tags (clumped by most commonly used within your search results).

one really helpful thing, too, is using google. sometimes i'll search like this:

and tons of results will show up with links similar to or matching your search.

other strategy would be to look through the featured collections:

the met and the cleveland museum have both made their collections public, and there's tons of art/artifacts/objects/etc that are all tagged with the metropolitan museum of art tag & are grouped together if you click under the images tab.

my general strategy for perusing the archive is a mix of all these methods, but also just clicking around. let's say you're on the page for this work:

if you click the date, it will take you to everything that originated on that date, and if you click the indicated tag, it will show you everything tagged 'woodwork' on the archive. then you can filter those searches by media type/year/subject or whatever depending on your initial search.

hopefully this was somewhat helpful!

[lets-try-some-writing]

I have observed several types of fic writers, and so for kicks and giggles, here they all are. Each of them scares me for different reasons.

The Prepared And Ready To Publish™:

Several documents dedicated to worldbuilding, planning, cross referencing, character lists & traits, plot twists, and then the actual fic document.

Dedicated to the max to creating a rich world. Probably knows more about the niche thing than you ever will. 100% could have written a thesis and chose to do fic instead (or did both at the same time).

Created a masterpiece and promptly vanished off the face of creation before coming back in with another banger to crush souls and save fandoms.

Their arrival is akin to the birth of a new era because they never fail to somehow make a niche ship popular, make a headcanon fanon, or otherwise give so much depth and interest to a character or setting that whatever they have devised is largely accepted as gospel by their readers.

They either use a high end writing program or wordpad. There is no in-between.

Mysterious. Very mysterious. Reasons for this mysteriousness vary between fics and authors.

100000/10 would be friends with them if I could. Legendary writers. But also they scare me because ??? What void offered you such power ?????

The Baby Writer:

All vibes and loosely strung plots.

It may not make the most sense, but good gracious the dedication is there.

Notable lack of comprehension when it comes to characters and places, but it's bad form to not leave a kudo because it takes guts to post anything in fandom.

They are still figuring things out and their grammar or formatting (possibly both) is probably a mess, but they've put heart into their work.

Sweetest rays of sunshine who want to be involved and are eager to learn the ropes.

The fandom's young ward or despised new arrival (depends entirely on fandom popularity and age).

8/10 would happily offer advice to them. Just can't read their work for too long without wanting to throw it into grammarly. The fear factor comes in the form of the miraculous misuse of fandom terminology. (Yeah it's tough bud, the fanon is wild. But goodness that term/canon word does NOT mean what you think it does.)

The Smut For Your Soul:

Meticulously plans the smut with all the loving care of a sculptor.

Somehow plot got involved.

Miraculously, they managed to not include an iota of plot and it has somehow managed to work.

Headcanons abound and cuteness and or angst lurks merrily behind every corner.

The tags mean everything and nothing at the same time. They are but faint guides to the fae wilds ahead. Tread lightly.

Has a mountain of unfinished WIPs that will follow them to the grave or emerge ten years after conception to grace whatever fandom spawned the idea.

The fandom thanks them for their service, although often that praise is late or hits like a freight train.

???/10 I personally avoid smut but I have friends who write it so it really depends. Terrifying because you never know who falls into this role of writer. It could be anyone. Normalcy is a mask poorly adorned for the sake of conforming to The Great Machine.

The Angst Lord:

Has a million slightly different ways to hurt their blorbo. Each are somehow more horrifying than the next.

The embodiment of the iceburg videos seen all over the net. Ask one question and you shall unravel and scheme of torment so great you shall regret having dared to speak up.

Has dozens of WIPs or unwritten ideas that they claim they will return to.

They are controlled by passion and emotion and can and will insert their own complicated situation into a fic.

Almost nothing is off limits.

Arrives to the fandom ready to brawl and somehow ends up respected or feared. They often stare in bafflement as they end up unscathed and watch angry comments fly toward the arguably innocent shippers.

Generally some of the nicest people who happen to enjoy inflicting The Horrors upon someone fictional.

'10/10 would befriend and promptly regard like a wild racoon. Offerings of angsty ideas yield delightful commentary. But also I need to prepare myself for anything they say because O U C H my SOUL.

The General Writer:

Fluff, cuteness, possibly a delightful touch of angst and pure unbridled creative simplicity.

They may not have the most brutal or soul wrenching tale, but they always manage to write something that someone, somewhere, desperately needs.

Devastatingly underrated and deserves far more praise for their contributions to the fandom.

Produces some of the softest of scenes and the most touching of interactions between characters in a contained, careful crafted, tale.

Introducing new ships or family dynamics in such a tasteful manner that brain chemistry can easily be altered.

Arrives to the fandom as a lurker and shows their appreciation through their work. Oftentimes, they are very quiet and go unnoticed.

INFINITE/10 Love these writers, honestly a gift to fandom. The sheer level of dedication to producing fluff is astounding and scary all at once.

The OC X Canon:

Has so many ships and headcanons that it's astounding.

The lore development rivals IDW and Lost Light combined. All the kudos to them for putting their souls into their characters.

The dedication is mind boggling.

They put up with so much crap they could be in MMA Wrestling if the verbal assaults translated into physical strength.

Has so many adjustments to lore and whole AUs devoted specifically to creating a perfect world.

Skilled in the extreme (or not) at integrating their ocs into canon.

Arrives to the fandom not intending to make ocs. Leaves with seventeen leashes for their new abominable creations. Is loved or hated by literally everyone, sometimes for no reason.

6/10 perfectly lovely people but very niche in their interest and thus not everyone's cup of tea. Scary because that level of sheer willpower is meant for demi-gods.

There are more types of writers, but these feel like the big overarching ones. Which kind of writer are you? :D