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"In Sacramento, California, an estimated 6,615 people are experiencing homelessness, a number that — while still heartbreakingly high — has declined 29% since 2023, according to the latest Point In Time counts. 

But a new project, which has been in the works since 2022, might bring that number down even lower.

A new 13-acre property purchased by Sacramento County will soon be home to the Watt Service Center and Safe Stay. 

The county broke ground on the mixed-use service center this week, which will provide shelter, emergency respite, safe parking, health services, and more to community members who are unsheltered — meaning they don’t have a place to safely sleep at night.

“We wanted to do something that is not only larger, but a large-scale campus to provide more than just the shelter,” Janna Haynes, of the county’s Department of Homeless Services and Housing, told KCRA3 News.

The Watt Service Center will have amenities to help meet the needs of anyone staying there, including bathrooms, showers, laundry, and food, as well as mental health, treatment, and employment services.

“You can also meet with your case manager, get behavior health services, look for a job, get rehousing services, a place for your dog,” Jaynes added. “It’s really everything you need, not only for your day-to-day life, but to hopefully end your homelessness.”

While the center is a costly offering, the city explained that it is ultimately less expensive than allowing the homelessness crisis to go unmitigated.

The land was purchased for $22 million and will cost an estimated $42 million to construct the center. According to ABC10 News it will be mostly funded by the American Rescue Plan Act.

While the center will have the capacity to host 225 beds in Safe Stay cabins, 50-person capacity in Safe Parking, and 75-person capacity for emergency/weather respite beds, it will serve countless others outside of the 350 total people it can house at any given time.

According to a press release from the county, “conservative estimates” have found that over the course of 15 years, the center will serve 18,000 people.

In 2017, the city found that the average cost for an “unsheltered individual” was about $45,000 a year, considering public systems like county jail, shelters, behavioral health, and more.

With the projected impact of the shelter, that cost lowers to less than $3,600 per person.

“If you break down the funding, it’s actually not that expensive,” Rich Desmond, county supervisor for District 3, told ABC10.

“It’s a heck of a lot cheaper than letting someone stay out in the community, unsheltered where they are extremely expensive in terms of the emergency response from fire, our emergency rooms, our law enforcement response.”

Providing what the county calls “wraparound services” not only brings down costs but truly helps people meet their basic needs.

“The really great thing about this site in particular, that we don't have at any other shelters, is the sheer size and the ability to really wrap everything people need,” Emily Halcon, director of the Department of Homeless Services and Housing with Sacramento County, told ABC10. 

One notable feature is the center’s Safe Parking spaces, which are the first of their kind in the city. People living in their cars will now have a safe place to park, monitored by security.

“We know a lot of people who are unsheltered actually are living out of their cars,” Desmond said, “maybe a family that’s barely hanging on but they still need that vital transportation to get their kids to school or get to work.”

This support is especially helpful for those who are newly homeless, Halcon added, building on the amenities provided in the county’s two other “safe stay” facilities. 

While Sacramento County just broke ground on the Watt Service Center, officials say they hope to begin moving people into the facility in January 2026.

“Our staff is putting in extra time and attention to this campus, ensuring that it houses everything we need to end homelessness for people,” Desmond said in a statement.

Once it’s up and running, Jaynes told KCRA3, they plan to onboard formerly unhoused community members as part of the staff at the facility.

“When you have a conversation with someone who understands where you’ve been, and you see the success they’re having now,” Jaynes said, “it really does give you hope something could be different.”

-via GoodGoodGood, January 24, 2025

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THE PURGE

synopsis: (slasher! AU) a group of purgers break into your home.

featuring: arlecchino, columbina, sandrone, signora

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dom characters, mentions of blood, vague descriptions of murder, there is a body, mentions of weapons, home invasion, masked se.x, five.some, org.y, transfem! columbina (she has a di.ck), strap ons, oral (both reader and character receiving), face sitting, fing.ering, slight exhibitio.n, may be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: high rise invasion.

Unloading the last of your groceries from the car, you closed the trunk and began walking towards the front entrance of your house. It was a somewhat chilly, somewhat warm day, March 21st to be exact. While the weather was probably enjoyable to those outside of your country, today was going to be a day of misery to many. From March 21st to March 22nd, The Purge will take place; a twelve hour period in which all crime including murder was going to be legal. 

You weren’t exactly sure why your government decided to mandate such a brutal “holiday” but unfortunately as someone who didn’t participate in the Purge, this made your life a lot harder than usual. You had to take extra precaution throughout the year to not make any enemies in your life, even going as far as to shut yourself off from having any friends or close family. 

‘Just twelve hours…I’ve done it several times before, I can do it again.’ You told yourself, unlocking the door to your house. ‘I’ll have to set up the security system again. Only three hours until the Purge.’ 

“Hey neighbor!” You heard a familiar voice call, causing you to look over at your neighbor who was perched against his fence. “Three hours until the Purge, huh?” 

“Ahaha…yeah.” You were getting nervous. It was never a good idea to bring up the Purge with anyone. 

“Hope you’re prepared. Lots of psychos out there who have access to the most dangerous weapons available. I even saw a woman with a chainsaw last year. Had a leather mask and everything.”

“Yeah…” you smiled, but honestly you just really wanted to get in your house.Your neighbor –although seemingly friendly– always gave you the creeps and you tried your best to be on his good side no matter what. 

“Well…Hope for the best for you during this Purge!” He smiled unnervingly wide, making you shiver and fumble to open your door. “Yep! You too!” You called out quickly, shutting the door behind you as quickly as possible. You locked the door immediately and carried your groceries to the kitchen, where you proceeded to double check every exit of the house.

You went through the yearly ritual. Double checking the doors and barricading them with heavy furniture, locking every single window and drawing the blinds (you would activate the security systems later), as well as making your way down to the basement to make sure all your weaponry was secured. 

…And by weaponry, you really only meant the small handgun you kept in a safe down there. You weren’t a super strong person by any means, so a handgun was probably your best suited weapon when it came to defending yourself. However, the handgun was only used as a last resort, so luckily you’ve never had to use it before on any of the previous Purges. Hopefully this year you won’t have to use it still.

You grabbed the handgun and made sure it was loaded before making your way upstairs. Due to being a member of the upper class, you had managed to reinforce your home with a special security system used for keeping your home safe during the Purge. Though it was only three hours before the Purge started, you weren’t taking any chances and activated it now. 

You watched as every door and window in your house became protected beneath a large metal shutter, turning on your security cameras so you could watch whatever was happening outside from the safety of your home. You nestled into the cozy chair of your desk and mentally prepared yourself for another twelve hours of manslaughter you would have to endure. 

You watched from your phone as the infamous warning for the Purge began to play. The alarm never failed to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up on end, the long list of rules flying over your screen as you peeked through your security cameras. So far, the only things you could see were a bunch of hooligans setting fire to a trashcan in some random alleyway. Okay, not bad. You expected a few arsonists in your neighborhood anyway…

You grabbed a bag of chips from your snack stash and opened it, continuing to watch as you stuffed your face with food like you were binging your favorite TV show. Though the Purge was a very scary time, it never directly harmed you through all the years you survived…

At least, you thought. 

For the next two hours, you simply watched in the comfort of your own bedroom while people in your neighborhood were being slaughtered left and right. You winced when you watched a poor victim get a machete to the face by some woman in a hockey mask. Oof…that’s unfortunate. You heard another scream from afar as another victim got stabbed repeatedly with a kitchen knife by a woman wearing a ghost mask. Hm…why did they look familiar? You wonder if you’ve seen them before… 

You took a sip from your drink and laid back, before nearly jumping out of your skin upon spotting a group of Purgers on your porch. Despite being masked, you could tell from their figures that they appeared to be women, with four of them in total all staring at you through the security camera. 

‘Oh…shit.’ You felt your heart sink as you waited for them to say something, anything. You hadn’t expected any Purgers to actually bother you tonight, as the most that Purgers would do is knock over your trash cans and maybe graffiti your garage door. 

One of the Purgers —a woman wearing a dove-themed mask— stepped forward and smiled at the camera. She raised a delicate hand, before ringing the doorbell and speaking into the camera. 

“Hellooooo~ Is this (Reader)’s residence?” She sang beautifully, toying with the ends of her hair. You tried to figure out her appearance to see if she was familiar to anyone you knew or talked to, but you don’t recall ever meeting a woman with black hair and bright pink streaks. 

You stayed quiet, hoping that they would just assume you couldn’t hear them and move on. This however, didn’t work as the group of women were persistent.

“Hellooooo~ I know the cutie is in there…” The dove-masked women cooed, ringing your doorbell again before one of the other Purgers got impatient. A taller, blonde woman wearing a moth-themed mask grumbled and raised her weapon, “It’s no use. Let’s just find a weak spot and break in.” 

“Nooo! That’s so barbaric, we must treat a woman gently.” 

“We are quite literally, purging her home.” Another woman chimed in, this time a short woman with beige-colored hair wearing a doll mask. 

“Yes, but I would like her to respond before we break in.” The dove-mask pouts. 

“Enough.” Finally, the fourth woman spoke up, her posture and height intimidating as she stepped to the front. This time it was a woman wearing a harlequin mask, her gaze piercing through the camera. “We know you are listening, (Reader). It isn’t polite to keep your guests waiting.” 

She smirked at the camera, as if edging you to press the call button and respond. You felt as if your blood was being drained from your body, a morbid feeling of death looming over you like a cloud. You had no choice, if you didn’t respond they would just try and break in anyway, so perhaps it would be wise to try and convince them not to? 

You did not think that was plausible, but Purgers were still human. Maybe they will be human just for you… 

“C-Can I help you?” Fuckkkkk you did not mean to sound like a timid fast food worker working at the Drive Thru. You mentally cursed yourself as you watched the other four women smile at your compliance.

“There’s her cute voice!” The dove-mask exclaimed excitedly. “I was worried some other Purgers may have gotten to you already…” 

“Can I help you?” You stated again firmly, wanting them to leave as soon as possible. “If you’re looking to rob my house, I’m afraid I don’t have anything of value.” 

“Oh…sweetheart,” the harlequin-mask chuckled, sliding her hand across the handle of her bloody ax. “You’re in there.” 

Oh great. Yeah why bother spending the Purge robbing stuff that is actually useful to you, when you can murder people instead. Genius. 

“…Okay, I know what you are implying, but I beg of you not to kill me! I promise that after the Purge is over I will compensate for you all somehow. Whether it’d be money or anything else you’d like, I’ll do it!”

“Open those ears of yours, girl. We want you, not your house.” The moth-mask tsked, a bit of annoyance present on the edge of her voice. “We are coming in whether you like it or not. As long as you are inside, we will get in too.” 

“…No need to be so mean, Signora.” You heard the dove-mask huff, folding her arms. “Just hold tight, baby. We’re coming to find you~”

You let out a small, panicked squeak of terror and cut the mic, standing up from your seat and making your way to your drawer to check on the handgun you had stashed away. You couldn’t believe that this was the year you would have to use it, and your adrenaline was pulsing like crazy. 

‘All loaded’ you mentally prepared yourself for the worst, taking deep breaths and walking back to your computer monitors that displayed the cameras. You let out another panicked squeak when you saw that the Purgers had left your front porch, now scattered around your property doing god knows what. 

“Why this year of all years?” You whined, keeping your handgun close to you as you kept looking through the monitors. Okay, okay, they were just circling your house, no biggie. Their weapons appeared to be of class 1 only, so it would be next to impossible for them to break down your security systems. 

Really, though you were on edge, you should be relatively safe so long as the power doesn’t—

Almost as if your fate was being toyed at the hands of a God, your lights suddenly went out and the sound of your metal shutters started coming up. Oh…you were fucked now.

‘…I am dead.’ You wanted to scream, but knew better as it was time for survival. It was every woman for herself, no beating around the bush. Logistically you weren’t sure if you could take out four Purgers on your own, but if you were going to die tonight you were going to die fighting ugly. 

You heard one of your windows shatter and flinched when you heard footsteps now roaming the downstairs of your house. Okay, you got this. You technically have an advantage as you have a firearm and they don’t know where you are, you should play this safe. 

You held your breath and stealthily made your way downstairs, holding the gun. You saw the broken window in your living room, swallowing thickly before looking around to see if there was anyone around. Your eyes suddenly landed on a bloody trail that looked as if a body had been dragged through your house. Did they just kill someone? 

You suddenly heard a thud behind you and whirled around quickly, only to accidentally let out a gasp when you saw the dead body of your neighbor just lying there on your kitchen floor. You managed to hold in a scream, but it was no use when you felt strong arms hold you from behind, a yell escaping your throat as you felt one of the Purgers’ grip on you.

“Mm��not a screamer…quite the silent one, aren’t you?” You heard a rough, raspy voice as the woman behind you grabbed your gun and tore it away with ease. Just how strong was she?! Your breath hitched when you felt the sharp end of a knife press against your throat, her voice humming with pleasure. “I like quiet girls.”

From your peripheral vision you saw that it was the Purger with the harlequin mask, her hair mostly white with a few streaks of black, yet another person you were not familiar with. Footsteps then entered the kitchen from the thick fog of darkness, a giggle leaving another one of the Purgers. 

“You caught her! Heh, I guess you won this one, Arle~!” It was the Purger with the dove-mask, her cute and feminine voice not matching her appearance at all as her white dress was covered in blood. “I want to pet her!” 

“Wash your hands, Columbina.” Another voice came, this time it was the doll-masked Purger who came walking out of the darkness. “I don’t want you getting blood all over her. She’ll stink.” 

“A little blood won’t hurt her, Sandrone.” 

You whimpered when the woman named “Columbina” walked closer to you, her sadistic smile present as she ran her fingers across your cheek. You would flinch away if not for the harlequin mask —you believe she was called Arle?— holding you in place, her muscles tightening around you and preventing you from squirming. 

“Ah…how cute!” Columbina cooed. “I almost feel bad for scaring her, she looks like she’s about to cry.”

“She looks prettier that way.” Came a deeper, more mature voice, as the moth-masked woman —Signora, if you remembered correctly— came into view. You gulped when Signora strutted over to you and took your chin in her hand, admiring you from behind her mask and turning your face to look at all your angles. “Loosen your grip a bit, Arlecchino. The girl looks like she’s about to pass out from blood circulation.” 

Arlecchino let out a titular hum. “And why would I do that? If I let her go, she can run off.” 

“Not with us here. We all can catch her quite easily.” Sandrone said matter-of-factly. 

“I suppose that wouldn’t hurt.” Arlecchino leaned down and whispered gravely into your ear. “I don’t recommend running, little one. All four of us can hunt you down quite easily, and if you ran out into the open during the Purge, well…”

She chuckled and playfully blew on your ear. “Someone else might get to you before us.” 

Your body involuntarily shivered and you felt the back of your ear grow hot. Upon seeing how much of an impact she had on you, Arlecchino smirked and carefully let go of you. 

You should run. In fact, you weren’t sure why you were staying in place surrounded by these murderous women. Every instinct and sense of logic in your brain was telling you to make a run for it, but another part of you knew that it was fruitless to even make it out of your house. 

“You know, you should be thanking us.” Signora said coldly. “Without us here, you probably would’ve been murdered by that neighbor of yours.” 

“Wh-What?”

“Oh! She speaks…” Columbina giggled. “Believe it or not, we found him messing around with some circuit box in your yard. Looks like he was the one who knocked out the power to kill you himself.”

Your eyes landed on the body of your neighbor laying on the floor. His eyes still wide open like he was stuck in time, lips parted like was in the middle of screaming before meeting his bloody demise. “Of course…we took care of him for you! Wouldn’t want our pretty girl to get hurt.”

Columbina smiled and kicked his body away like it was nothing, looking up at you like they had just done a great thing. You kept looking between the Purgers and the dead body of your neighbor, unable to cope with the fact that this would be the first Purge where you might end up like another body bag. 

“…Is this where I get killed now?” You laughed weakly, cold sweat dripping down your face. “I…I’m not sure what else to do at this point, get on my knees and beg for my life?”

“Ooh. I like the kneeling and begging part.” Sandrone comments bluntly. Meanwhile, the other women chuckle at your pathetic display, with Arlecchino pulling you towards her and murmuring in your ear. 

“Oh, we aren’t interested in hurting you. At least not that much.” She suddenly slid her hands up your stomach and towards your breasts, a gasp leaving your lips when she fondled them through your shirt. ”…Soft.” 

“Easy now, Arlecchino. She hasn’t accepted yet.” Signora hums, gently pulling Arle’s eager hands away from your chest. Arlecchino slips out a small growl of dissatisfaction, but pulls away anyway to comply with Signora’s requests. Despite how refined Arlecchino seemed to be, you could tell she was a woman of a lot of restraint, and she had been itching to feel you up despite her calm demeanor. 

“If it wasn’t obvious by Arlecchino’s…desires,” Signora comments, stroking your face, “We want your body, but not in the way that you think.” 

“You’re just so pretty…especially when your bottom lip wobbles in fear,” Columbina whispers. “How could we not want you this way?”

Oh…oh.

Now you know why they haven’t killed you yet. 

“Look at her face, all dumb and bewildered.” Sandrone comments, the faintest of grins appearing on her face as she took in your confused expression. 

“What do you say, let us have some fun with you?” Arlecchino purrs from behind, making you shiver in anticipation and a little bit of curiosity. 

“…I suppose.” You said softly, a little hesitant to agree. 

“Oh my, what a promiscuous thing she is,” Signora comments, a sly smile making its way to her lips. “Wanting to take all four of us at the same time, what a whore.” 

“Easy now, Signora. She can’t help how curious she is.” Columbina smiles, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm. “Arle~ Be a dear and carry the poor lamb upstairs. The dead guy is killing the mood.”

“Of course.” Arlecchino grinned wolfishly and took you in her arms, throwing you over her shoulder like it was nothing while going up the stairs. You could only watch helplessly as the three other women followed after you, smiling at how utterly pathetic you looked while being carried by Arlecchino with one arm. 

…You weren’t sure how you got up to this point. One moment you were almost pissing your pants in fear, and the next you were suddenly thrown into your bed and surrounded by four Purgers. All of them stared down at you with a look of pure joy in their eyes, practically ravishing you on the bed with just their gaze alone. 

Surprisingly, it was Sandrone that made the first move. For as quiet as she was, the woman crawled on top of you and grabbed your face for herself, pulling you into a kiss. 

“Oh my! I didn’t expect Sandrone to be so eager…” Columbina giggled. Meanwhile, in the corner of your eye; you could see Arlecchino unzipping her pants and Signora taking off her gloves. 

You couldn’t watch them for long, however; as Sandrone forcefully pushed you back and shoved her tongue down your mouth, turning the kiss into a more seductive dance of tongues. The doll-masked woman moaned at the taste of you, pulling you in closer to her as she aggressively pushed her hands up your shirt. 

“Mm…what a sloppy kisser. I could tell you’ve never had another woman in your mouth before.” Sandrone pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your tongue with hers. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix that for you.” 

“Arle, no need to be so impatient. She’s still on the bed.” You heard Signora gently scold Arlecchino and looked over to see what she was doing. The harlequin woman was gritting her teeth and tugging her trousers off as fast as she could, the base of a harness and what looked to be a crimson-colored strap peeking through the gap of her zipper. 

Oh…they were prepared for this. 

“Hey. Don’t look at her, look at me.” Sandrone sounded annoyed and gripped your face to look at her again, pulling you in for a kiss. 

“Pfft. Sandrone is getting jealous.” You felt the bed space behind you dip, and in the midst of making out with Sandrone, you felt Columbina’s lithe and petite body encircle yours. “Let’s see how good you taste.” 

Columbina’s lips latched onto the back of your neck, sucking and nibbling on your skin hard enough to leave a few bruises. The choked whimpers you let out made the dove-mask and doll-mask moan with pleasure, Sandrone pulling you more against herself while Columbina grinded her hips from behind. 

As Sandrone’s hands fondled your breasts under your shirt, you felt something small yet hard growing under Columbina’s dress. It was clear the two women were getting heavily turned on, with how Sandrone was starting to tug off your shirt and Columbina grinding faster against you. 

“Let’s put that sloppy tongue to use.” Sandrone comments bluntly, lowering you down against the bed as she raises her dress to pull off her panties. Columbina takes her position between your legs, pulling your pants off and eagerly wanting to stuff her face in your cunt. “No teeth now. Try to be a good girl.” Sandrone slides her panties off and spreads her legs over your awaiting mouth, using her fingers to give you quite the show of her sweet pussy glistening with juices. The doll-masked woman didn’t wait for another second and took her place at her rightful seat, letting you taste the sweet tang of her cunt smothering your lips. 

Meanwhile, Columbina was eagerly pulling your own panties down with her hands, her tongue —which was freakishly long— swiped at her bottom lip the moment she saw your bare entrance. “Mm…Gotta make sure you’re wet enough to take Arle’s strap.” She whispered, parting your legs gently –though her nails were digging into your thighs– and licking a long stripe across your clit. 

“Nnnh–!” You moaned into Sandrone’s own clit, causing her to buck her hips needily. “Fuck…her tongue feels so good.” 

“I can only imagine,” Columbina coos, smothering her face deeper and darting her hot tongue out quickly. Her hands trailed down to her dress and began lightly jerking herself off while she ate you out, moaning into your thighs as she ravished your insides. You hadn’t expected to be double teamed so easily, but you didn’t mind, eating out Sandrone and tasting her folds more thoroughly while Columbina masturbated to the taste of you. 

“Are you– mmppgh…guys ready?” Sandrone moans out sweetly, riding your face harder as she looks back at Arlecchino and Signora. Both women had stripped out of their festive Purger outfits, with Arlecchino wearing nothing but a thick, girthy strapon and Signora dressed in the prettiest lingerie you had ever seen. “Oh come on Signora, that’s– fuck, overkill for the Purge, isn’t it?” 

“The girl likes it.” Signora tuts, casting you a smirk beneath her mask. “Is she wet enough, Columbina?” 

“Nope!” Columbina pulls her head away from between your thighs, her face smeared in all your juices while your thighs are left a trembling mess. 

“Liar.”

“She needs to be wetter! Let me eat her out more!”

“Columbina.” Arlecchino finally makes her presence known, crawling over to the bed and pulling her hair back, forcefully pulling her away from your cunt. Columbina whined and gave Arlecchino a glare, not quite finished with eating you out yet. “Arle, I said she needed to be wetter.”

You couldn’t believe you had four women in your bed, all fighting for you during the Purge. You would voice your concerns if not for Sandrone still whining and grinding on your face so roughly. Though the woman was a small, seemingly gentle woman, it was obvious she was one of the more desperate ones of the group. 

“Suck on her tits or something. I want her tight cunt swallowing my strap.” Arlecchino growled, possessively stroking your thigh while Columbina huffed. “Fine.” She gave your inner thigh one last bite, causing you to jolt and accidentally make Sandrone come from the sudden movement. 

“Oh– nnngh!” Sandrone’s little legs trembled greatly, her orgasm washing over her as she ground her hips more firmly. The sweet, succulent taste of her cum washed down your throat, making your eyes flutter shut in how good Sandrone tasted. “Was her tongue game that good, Sandrone?” Columbina purred, suddenly taking an interest in your mouth. “Yeah, her movements are amateaur at best, but somehow feel really good?” 

“Heh, good enough for me.” Columbina proceeded to shove Sandrone off and take her place, dangling her small, yet very eager cock in front of your lips. “Let’s get those pretty lips sucking me off, hm?” She smiled and caressed your cheek before slipping her tip inside, watching with satisfaction as you took all of her length so easily. Meanwhile, Arlecchino and Signora were more occupied on your raw pussy, which was twitching with need after being neglected for too long. Signora cooed and pressed a teasing kiss to your clit, lightly blowing on it before rising to focus on your breasts. 

“Poor baby is feeling neglected up here, huh?” She teased, the blonde woman leaning in to lick a long stripe across your tits before latching one nipple in her mouth. She took pleasure in the way your back arched off the bed, the Fair Lady’s tongue swirling around hungrily as her fingers swirled around your clit. “Give me some lube, Arle. I want to finger her for a bit before you start.” 

You heard the sound of growl before Arlecchino reluctantly obliged. “Make it quick, I want to fold her into the mattress myself.” She gave Signora a bottle of lube and you could only moan when you felt the Fair Lady’s cold fingers circle your entrance with a slimy substance coating them. When you moaned however, you choked on Columbina’s cock, causing her to groan and buck her hips. “Goodness her throat is…quite tight.”

Signora chuckled at that and pressed her fingers deeper into your entrance, watching with great pleasure as they sunk in with little to no resistance. “And quite wet. You did a good job of loosening her up, Columbina.” Signora proceeded to finger you to see just how far you could take her. Her fingers –which were very long and thin– stretching you out and brushing up against all your tender spots to see which ones would make you squirm. 

As this was happening, you felt Columbina’s tiny cock start twitching in your mouth, signaling that she was getting close. Unable to keep your moans to yourself, you stifled a small whine and traced the underside of her shaft with your tongue, watching as her face made all sorts of lewd expressions. “Oh f-fu– I’m gonna come…” she whimpered, riding your face faster before shooting a hot load down your throat and throwing her head back. 

“Oh? What a good girl, making two of us orgasm already.” Signora hummed, pulling her fingers out and licking them clean. “I guess it’s time to get to the main event now.” 

Columbina tiredly got off you and went to join Sandrone, who was lying blissfully on the bed and watching how you took the final two women. The taste of sex and cum lingered on the back of your tongue, yet you were now hooked. You gazed at Arlecchino who had been waiting impatiently at the foot of the bed, stroking her fat strap and making sure you saw. 

“Hold her down, Signora.” Arlecchino commanded, watching as you were manhandled to switch positions. No longer were you lying flat on your back, as you were now sat up against Signora with her chest against your back, bare breasts and stomach pressed against your skin and making you shiver. “Such a good girl, letting us manhandle you as we please…” Signora’s deep, husky voice whispered in your ear, her hands making their way down to your thighs and keeping them spread for Arlecchino. “Have fun with her, Arle.” 

Arlecchino didn’t need to be told twice. She crawled on top of you and angled her strap to brush against your entrance. Her eyes narrowed as she saw how needy your pussy was after going through three women, seeing how twitchy and puffy it was. “You three really did a number on her.” She mumbled, brushing the tip of her strap between your folds. When you trembled and let out a gasp at the feeling, both Arle and Signora smirked, with Signora trailing her hands down to pull your folds apart. 

“Do your worst. She wants it.” 

Arlecchino grinned and sandwiched you against Signora, slowly pushing her strap into you and watching as you were speared open on her faux cock. “Fuck– she’s tight still…” She grumbled, enjoying the way your pussy gripped the silicone so roughly. 

“Well you did buy a girthy one.” Sandrone says matter-of-factly. 

“I know, but she seems to enjoy it anyways.” Arlecchino laughed wolfishly and continued to spear you open while your cunt struggled to accommodate her girth. You had never felt so full before when taking a toy, letting out sweet whimpers as the smallest beads of tears formed at your lashes. 

“Oh, don’t cry…” Signora hummed behind you, licking your tears away. “It’ll feel so good soon~”

The harlequin let out a grunt as she pushed her hips further, watching as her strap finally nestled itself comfortably inside you. She could see the slightest bit of arousal pool at the base of her strap, and that only spurred her on more, starting to thrust at a shallow pace. You threw your head back against Signora’s shoulder, feeling her soft lips press kisses on your tear-dotted face. Arlecchino was just so deep, filling your insides on just her girth alone while she thrusted. 

“My…what a peculiar sight.” Arlecchino chuckled, her eyes filled with pure desire as she saw you trembling beneath her. Your legs pathetically squirming yet being held down, clearly overstimulated now that you had to go through the fourth Purger. 

“I haven’t even bottomed out yet.” She smiled wickedly, pinning you in place while she nearly folded you in half. If not for Signora sitting there behind you, you were sure she would have pushed you into a full on mating press into the mattress. “Hold her tighter, I’m going all in.” 

Every woman in the room watched with interest as Arlecchino took a deep breath and slowly inched herself deeper until your cunt hit her harness. With each inch, you felt a loud whine rip through you, the fat tip of Arle’s strap pushing against your walls and forming a slight belly bulge. “Oh my…” Signora’s eyes glazed over with lust, trailing her hand up to rest atop the bulge. “Look how deep you are in her, Arle.” 

“How cuteee!” Columbina cooed. “I wanna give her a belly bulge too!”

“Maybe another time. The poor girl looks as if she’ll pass out after this round.” 

All four women leered at you hungrily before Arlecchino pulled out and slammed back in. They took great pleasure in watching Arle ravage your insides, wet smacks filling the air as your expressions formed into even lewder ones. Signora looked the most ecstatic, her hand gently pushing down on the bulge each time Arle bottomed out and thrusted back into you. 

The extra force of Signora pushing down on your stomach and Arlecchino fucking you like an animal was almost too much to handle. Each punctuated thrust of Arlecchino’s hips made your poor body bounce rather weakly, your legs scrambling to pull away from Signora’s grip and latch around the harlequin’s waist. 

“She’s getting close. I can feel it…” Arlecchino growled, craving to see your cum form a ring around her base. “Come for me…I know you can do it.” 

She held onto your ankle and gave it a small kiss, looking down at you as you writhed around like a worm. The way your leg twitched and the tears trailed down your face was enough to make all the girls swoon over you harder. You were just too cute, they were glad they broke in to get you. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you felt your pussy tense up before cumming all over Arlecchino’s strap. The harlequin groaned at the sight and started thrusting even faster, going feral at the sight of your cum drenching her faux cock and helping you ride out your orgasm. The other woman in the room giggled at the sight of you reduced to a whining, babbling mess, Arlecchino finally pulling out and admiring how soaked you made her strap. 

“Goddamn…” she grunted, dropping your legs to the bed and watching as you collapsed against Signora, too tired to even keep your eyes open. 

“Look at her, barely able to stay awake.” Sandrone comments, gently massaging one of your thighs. “We really did a number on her.” 

“Awww, I really wanted to fuck her too.” Columbina pouts, tracing the hickies and bite marks the women left on your body.

“Maybe when she wakes up. For now, let’s let the poor girl rest.” Signora gently caressed your cheek and gave you a small kiss. “Close your eyes, little one. We will keep you safe throughout the rest of the Purge.” 

Arlecchino crawls up to join you by your side, pulling you against her while all the other women adjust to snuggle around you, essentially turning this into one big cuddle pile. “Rest well,” Arlecchino whispers huskily, your eyes growing heavier as you bask in the embrace of the four Purgers who broke into your home, yet showed you the best way to celebrate the gory holiday.

“Happy Purge.” 

[ilovedthestars]

btw, I met a SecUnit

The soon-to-be-released new TMBD story "Rapport: Friendship, Solidarity, Communion, Empathy" covers ART revealing to its crew that it met a rogue SecUnit! This formerly-missing scene has been the subject of a lot of fan speculation, including many fanfics. Now's your chance to enjoy them before they're de-canonized! (And keep enjoying them afterwards, because even Martha Wells' version is just one more cake for us to enjoy!)

Below is a collection of every fic I could find that features the "btw, I met a SecUnit" conversation between ART and its crew. Works tagged with a / relationship tag are placed below the cut.

I very well may have missed some—if you know any more, please add them! And be sure to show the authors some love in the comments :)

Not Angry, Just Disappointed by mensah

Seth said sternly, “Perihelion, you need to tell us the truth. We can’t leave the home system until we find out what happened. If you’re hiding something—” Peri cut him off. I am not hiding anything. Peri might be able to lie astonishingly well to a corporate representative, even impersonate a human over the feed, but it couldn’t lie to Iris. “Yes, you are,” she said. -- Or, the story of how exactly ART told its crew about Murderbot.

Private Diary of Iris after Artificial Condition by ImitationGame

Perihelion returns from its solo mission. Dr. Delawyn, an expert in machine cognition, notices that there has been unusual activities in its emotion processing system. Perihelion admits having allowed a rogue SecUnit onboard.

Not applicable by Wrenz

Iris is finally back on board Perihelion after its latest cargo-run (with side-order of espionage) and they have a chance to catch up. She wasn't expecting her sibling to have become attached to someone new while it was away. Let alone a rogue SecUnit.

Partial Disclosure by Gamebird

The complicated family dynamics when you're a super-secret intelligent spaceship trying to explain the illegal things you did to help your new friend (the rogue security construct) to your augmented sister so she'll team up with you against your dad who is also your captain and commanding officer. Actually, best not to explain the illegal things. Maybe just the 'new friend' part for now and hope for the best on the rest of it.

The Talk by Gamebird

From the tags of fingolfinwiththesteelchair on Tumblr, “can you imagine ART having to explain to Iris and Seth WHY it let SecUnit on??” (https://www.tumblr.com/fingolfinwiththesteelchair/735884180224950272/this-has-been-perihelions-guide-to-making?source=share) This is set very shortly after [redacted] in System Collapse and before the trip to the surface that serves as the opening scene for that book. (No System Collapse spoilers to worry about, though.) (Minor edits since initial publication to bring it in line with canon.)

unexpected object in ventilation system by CompletelyDifferent

When people are overwhelmed with feelings they won't (or can't) admit, it causes them to vomit out flowers. Love is a particularly common culrpit. And yes, it's been an enduring symbol of enduring love for humanity since time immemorial, yadda yadda, truth is, in reality, it's kind of a pain to deal with. Kaede's picked roses and daises from her teeth more times than she'd care to admit, and helped friends hack out lilies even more. She knows the drill. Someone on board The Perihelion has a bad case of The Petals, and she's determined to track down who.

Below: Fics on this list that include a / relationship tag. (This is a somewhat arbitrary separation—I suggest reading the author's tags and notes for more nuance.)

Gos-ship by urisaarang

Peri tells its crew it met someone. Someone special. Someone worth committing a little crime for.

Fallen the hardest by OctoberSeventeenth

When Perihelion keeps playing the same song Iris suspects that there might be more to this... Basically How I imagine Peri told its crew about SecUnit.

Parallel Signaling by Joyfulldreams

After leaving RaviHyral, by the time I exit the wormhole adjacent to Port Outlander, the sting of SecUnit’s absence has finally begun to fade. Cargo runs are always lonely, so this is nothing new. SecUnit left me with more to occupy my time than I usually have. Media. Memories. A few topics of pointless rumination, I suppose, but also new topics of data analysis and research. OR The time period between the end of Artificial Condition and the end of Exit Strategy, from ART's POV.

[reccyls]

A Summary post about Ikemen Sengoku: Eien

Official Website | Official Twitter | Official LINE

What is Ikemen Sengoku: Eien?

Ikemen Sengoku: Eien (Eternal Bonds) is a new application for Ikemen Sengoku, using updated UI and architecture to modernize it and serve as a continuation for the story of Ikemen Sengoku. Act 3 will continue in the new app, and Act 2 sequels for current characters are also being planned to be included in Eien going forward.

Why is it being made?

According to the dev team, the current Ikemen Sengoku app is showing its age. In April of 2022, the app was inaccessible for approximately one month due to server issues caused by unauthorized third party access to the game's servers which caused damage to user data. Although steps have been taken to update the systems and strengthen security, there is only so much that can be done with a program that's 10 years old. A complete revamp of the existing app will take too much resources and time. Therefore, the decision was made to create a new app using more moden practices and capability.

What are the features of Eien?

Eien is presumably going to be modeled after the Ikemen Prince and Ikemen Villains apps. A list of features is below:

Updated UI

My room/avatar customization that allows for freely placing avatar items

A bond system with fully voiced stories

A gacha system with cards and avatar gachas similar to Ikemen Prince/Villains. This also includes a beginner gacha with standard cards that you can select

There are further improvements to presentation with things like blinking sprites, among other improvements, in order to improve immersion

When will Eien be available?

Eien will be released in the fall. No conrete date is available yet. Preregistration is currently ongoing.

Will Eien have old stories?

It is planned for all routes to be ported to Eien eventually, but not all of them will be available at launch. Some will be available at launch, while others will be added over time. As of right now, there are no specifics on which routes they are or what the timeline for this is.

After all existing routes have been ported, there are plans to add an archive where assets from Ikemen Sengoku can be viewed in Eien. At the moment, it is unclear what is meant by assets.

Update July 28 - On launch, Eien will have the following routes

Nobunaga - Main, Sequel, Continuation

Masamune - Main

Kenshin - Main

Saizo - Main

Rikyu - Main

What is Act 3? What is the plot?

In Act 3, a new enemy force the Ashikaga army faction seek to travel back in the past in order to change the childhood of the warlords. You, as the protagonist, will experience conflict as you witness the pain of their childhoods with your own eyes. This is a tale of the past, present, and future, about a search for happiness that transcends time itself. Act 3 is a tale of love more dramatic than anything before, as you find yourself shaken by the appearance of new enemies that leave you questioning your values.

Act 3 will begin with Nobunaga's Continuation Route.

Continuation routes also feature route splits. One of the route splits will contain CGs of the suitor as a child.

Furthermore, after fulfilling certain conditions when finishing a Continuation Route (likely to be maximum points, just like getting epilogues currently), you can obtain a story where you marry the suitor. This story also contains a CG.

Who are the new characters?

There are 5 new characters:

Ashikaga Yoshiteru (Doll x Obssession) - CV Yamashita Daiki

Matsunaga Hisahide (Allure x Immorality) - CV Sakata Shogo

Kuroda Kanbei (Benevolent Ruler x Pet) - CV Sato Takuya

Kirigakure Saizo (Death Wish x Demon) - CV Kobayashi Chiaki

Sen no Rikyu (Psycopath x Abnormal Love) - CV Dojima Hayato

I have translated their profiles here

What will happen to the old app?

Starting from fall, the old Ikemen Sengoku app will only have reruns. By the end of December 2025, the app will stop updating entirely, with no more events running at all.

Can you transfer your data over? What will be transferred between the old app and Eien?

There is a data transfer capability but not everything can be transferred. There is a campaign going on where your total Beauty and Glamour will grant you items in the new app based on how much of each you have, and some things will transfer. At this point, we don't have any information on what will be transferred to the new app. More information will come at a later date.

What about the English version?

I don't know anything about that at this point, it's best to wait for official announcements. Please also do note that all info that I have is specific for the JP version, I do not know if it applies to the EN version.

xx

Miscellaneous Info

Announcement trailer

Detailed Information about the Beauty/Grace redemption

The cutoff for counting Beauty/Glamour is August 25, 10 AM JST. Based on your final recorded beauty/glamour amount at that point in time, you will receive certain in-game items when you link your account in Eien. The specific amounts are below:

Detailed timeline of old app/new app

[midnitetech]

🎉 Classic Career Overhauls—Batch #1 Now Available!

Per your votes, I’ll be releasing my Classic Career Overhauls in batches of 3–5 at a time! These careers have been recreated from scratch to work with the latest game versions. (I've rejigged things to include my Real Estate career in this batch to keep posts at a minimum.)

✨ Included in This Batch:

💻 Cybersecurity Hacker – Break into systems (legally) and keep networks secure.

🏡 Real Estate Agent - Seal the deal on dream homes and skyrocket to mogul status.

👔 Workforce Management (HR) – Recruit, train, and navigate workplace drama like a pro.

💰 Banking – Manage money, approve loans, and climb the corporate ladder to financial success.

📌 What’s New?

✅ 10-Level Career with Progressive Pay & Realistic Hours ✅ New Custom Interactions ✅ Daily Task & Custom Promotion Objectives ✅ Includes NPC Coworkers, Career Layoffs & All Up-to-Date Features ✅ Fully Integrated with Base Game Career Systems ✅ 100% Maxis Match

📂 More Classic Careers Coming Soon!

⚠️REQUIRED⚠️ 🌐Lot 51's Core Library 📁midnitetech_modlibrary

📌 Want to know how career updates are handled? Check out Career Updates – What to Expect for details on how older careers are being updated!

📂 Explore More Careers! You'll be able to find the full collection of career mods here, as I update them: Classic Career Collection.

Download to C:\Users\....\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 4\Mods Don't forget 🌐Lot 51's Core Library and 📁midnitetech_modlibrary—script files must be no more than 1 folder deep.

PATREON (free)

[batboyblog]

President Donald Trump’s “government efficiency” cheerleader Elon Musk proposed simply ignoring all federal regulations during a public call shortly after midnight Monday morning. 

Musk, whose newly formed “Department of Government Efficiency” team has in recent days executed a dramatic power grab at several government agencies, called for “wholesale removal of regulations.”

The public call was hosted on his website X, formerly Twitter, and included two senators and the Trump ally Vivek Ramaswamy. 

“Regulations, basically, should be default gone,” Musk said. “Not default there, default gone. And if it turns out that we missed the mark on a regulation, we can always add it back in.” 

“These regulations are added willy-nilly all the time. So we’ve just got to do a wholesale, spring cleaning of regulation and get the government off the backs of everyday Americans so people can get things done,” Musk said, adding later: “If the government has millions of regulations holding everyone back, well, it’s not freedom. We’ve got to restore freedom.”

Later, Ramaswamy — who briefly co-led Musk’s White House DOGE project — said, “I think it’s possible now, it’s actually possible” thanks to Trump’s second term and a conservative-dominated Supreme Court. 

Musk replied, “If it’s not possible now, it’ll never be possible. This is our shot. This is the best hand of cards we’re ever going to have. And if we don’t take advantage of this best hand of cards, it’s never going to happen, so we’re going to do it.” 

“Now or never,” Sen. Joni Ernst (R-Iowa) and Ramaswamy agreed. Sen. Mike Lee (R-Utah) also spoke on the call.

Federal regulations, which are enforced by the executive branch agencies, govern everything from pollutants to construction safety to banking requirements. Musk, the world’s wealthiest man and a key player in several industries, would benefit immensely from the ability to pick and choose which regulations to follow. 

Musk on the call also appeared to claim credit for the shutdown of the U.S. Agency for International Development, the U.S.-funded aid agency that oversees humanitarian projects around the world, calling it a corrupt “ball of worms.” Shortly after the call, he wrote on X that “We spent the weekend feeding USAID into the wood chipper.” 

He said on the call that “we’re shutting it down” and that Trump “agreed that we should shut it down” — though the executive branch’s legal authority to do so without congressional action is highly in doubt, as the agency’s existence is established in law. Trump on Monday said he didn’t need an act of Congress to shut down USAID.

USAID’s homepage has been shut down for days, as is its X account. Dozens of career staff at the agency have been put on leave, and hundreds have been shut out of agency computer systems. Musk aides have gained access to classified USAID information over the objection of agency security personnel, who were subsequently placed on leave, The Associated Press reported.

One of Musk’s aides — a small group of 20-somethings reportedly are his primary foot soldiers in the war for “government efficiency” — emailed USAID staff over the weekend to tell them not to come into the office Monday, as it would be closed. A protest featuring several members of Congress formed outside the building on Monday. 

Capping off the apparent takeover of the independent agency, Secretary of State Marco Rubio on Monday asserted that he was himself the acting administrator of USAID.

The X call came after a week straight of Musk and his aides, acting with Trump’s blessing, asserted aggressive and potentially unlawful control over a series of choke points in the executive branch. 

At the Office of Personnel Management, Musk aides reportedly have not only gained access to federal human resource databases that contain sensitive personal information — and locked career officials out of the systems — but reportedly also have installed their own commercial server, presumably without a required privacy impact assessment.

Musk aides also have been granted access to the Treasury Department’s federal payment system. The career civil servant who had overseen the system was put on leave and then suddenly retired after resisting Musk’s team being granted access, The New York Timesand others reported.

On Friday, the X account for “DOGE” claimed to have canceled $1 billion of federal contracts.

And on X in recent days, Musk has publicly bragged of shutting down payments that, presumably, were specifically approved by Congress and the president — indicating numerous potential violations of the Impoundment Control Act.

[phoebejaysims]

Boutique Mod - DOWNLOAD

Inspired by the sims 2 shopping for clothes system, I present a sims 3 take on buying clothes, accessories and running a thriving boutique! Set up shifts, keep the racks stocked, and you might find yourself in profit!

Required:

Ambitions

NRAAS Master Controller + Integration Module

Optional:

ITF if you want to use the clothes mannequin and some visual effects.

Late Night if you want the animations for the security guard.

Seasons for extra interactions on the mannequin.

Savvy Seller Set for some visual and audio effects.

Full Documentation is included in the download. I spent a while writing it out, so please read thoroughly!

How Stores Work:

Set up a shift

Hire Employees (bosses count as employees so stores are fully functional with only one sim!)

Link at least one rack to the register

Open for business!

Employees:

Store employees can be given three types of roles: register attendant, sales attendant and security guard.

Employees will do their jobs automatically but you can always manually tell them to do things too like: restocking, dressing up mannequins, helping customers, among other things.

Customers:

Inactive and active sims can browse through the racks and have the ability to purchase items. They'll interact differently depending on if they are shopping at a clothes rack, accessory rack, or at a mannequin.

Inactives won't purchase outfits from mannequins unless you direct them to (or you enable auto-purchasing in the XML). However, they may "fake" buy clothes.

Once finished shopping, customers hold their bags and wait to be rung up! Take too long and they may abandon their purchase.

Shopping:

Adjust prices and restrict customers by age and gender to customise your store!

Clothes Racks:

Buy Clothes for your own sim, sims in your household, or (if you're an employee) suggest clothes for customers.

Employees that suggest clothes for customers can fulfil Ambition Stylist jobs this way.

Accessories Racks:

Choose accessories to be sold by adding them to the XML in the package file. The XML comes loaded with a few base game items already plus a couple modded items (Arsil's Sunglasses and lipstick - that won't be loaded unless you have them installed).

Sell buy-mode items as well as CAS items!

Make your CAS items wearable from your sim's inventory using your own meshes or my dummy accessory (see Documentation and XML for details).

Blacklist certain categories from being shown. If you want a dedicated shoe shop or an opticians, you can have it!

Try on products before buying them to see if they suit your sim. If there's a mirror in the room, they'll check themselves out in it.

Clothing Mannequin:

Try on the mannequin outfits to see if they suit your sim.

Plan different outfits to display and even set them to be rotated through seasonally.

Let your employees be creative and choose a random outfit for the mannequin to wear.

Buy clothes for your own sim, household members, or customers.

Allow or disallow inactives from automatically purchasing display outfits.

Security Gates:

Give your security guards something to stand and look threatening by.

You can try your luck at stealing from the shop. If you're caught, you'll have to pay up. If you get past the gates (or if there are no gates), enjoy your bounty!

Boutique Door:

Cloned from the Savvy Seller doors without the annoying 'kick-every-last-person-out-the-building-come-closing-time' feature.

Link this to a register and let the open and close sign automatically flip itself. Also, close the store or rename it, straight from the door.

Phone Interactions:

Ask for time off work (paid or unpaid).

Call in sick.

Cancel vacation days.

Credits and Thanks:

@dhalsims for adding geostates to the ITF rack for me. Modders, I really recommend her if you need any 3D models made also!

DouglasVeiga for the BG rack with the geostates.

@aroundthesims for allowing me to use her objects in my mod as always!

Sims 4 for all the animations that I converted.

Simstate & merchant mods for the idea to go into a mode to link racks to the register.

The OG shop for clothes mod and pedestal by @anitmb.

Arsil and @zoeoe-sims for wearable CAS items idea that I adapted.

Ani's Candle mod & Amb. Makeover XML which I looked at for inspo on how to do accessory rack xml.

Compatibility:

All new objects so shouldn't conflict with anything really.

Removes the 'plan outfit' interaction from dressers.

Made on version 1.67.

If you would like to donate as thanks, please feel free to do so at: my kofi! I don't take your generosity for granted!

Download: - Simblr.cc - 2t3 Boutique Mod Suggested Extra CC: - Lyralei's TS2 Conversions (incl. clothes changing booth) - More ATS3 Security Gates - ATS3 Friperie Set

Known issues, prop information and the full feature breakdown are all in the documentation.

Please be patient with me if there are bugs to fix. Also, anyone who DMs me "I don't know how to create a new shift" will be immediately fined £150.

With that said, please enjoy the mod and tag me in your beautiful boutiques,

Phoebe :)

[zane-master-of-ice]

i have not been on the internet for very long, but ever since joining i have encountered something on many websites i have developed an extreme dislike for, and that is captchas.

you know, these:

i understand that they are meant to prevent robots from using your website, but sometimes i feel as though they are made to be too difficult for even some people to pass, including myself! i regularly have to try multiple times to pass these captchas, because the website thinks that i am a robot, which is obviously ridiculous, and a clear sign that they are a poorly designed security feature, and they are only driving people away from using the websites that they want to use. i doubt that any tech developers are reading this, but if you are maybe you can work on a better web security system that only keeps the robots out, and not actual people, because this is getting ridiculous!

apologies for the rant, but this is something that i have been frustrated about for several days now, and i needed to get it off of my chest.

if anyone else has encountered this problem please let me know.

[aeth-eris]

★  hypothetical  death  |  8th  house  ★ 

★  book  a  reading  ★  ★  masterlist  1  ★  ★  masterlist  2  ★

 ★  aries  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  fiery  and  sudden  death—aries  energy  ensures  the  circumstances  are  quick,  intense,  and  dramatic.  scenarios  might  include  head  trauma  from  an  accident  during  high-adrenaline  activities  like  racing,  extreme  sports,  or  even  combat.  mars,  as  aries'  ruler,  adds  themes  of  violence,  heat,  or  machinery,  suggesting  deaths  involving  fire,  burns,  or  weapon-related  incidents.  strokes  or  aneurysms  due  to  elevated  stress  or  blood  pressure  might  also  play  a  role.  the  impulsiveness  of  aries  could  contribute  to  risky  behavior  leading  to  fatal  consequences,  like  a  dare  gone  wrong  or  reacting  without  thinking  in  a  dangerous  situation.  workplace  accidents  involving  machinery  or  tools  might  also  be  significant.  death  could  occur  in  a  high-energy  environment,  like  a  gym,  construction  site,  or  battlefield.  if  mars  is  poorly  aspected,  anger  or  conflicts  might  escalate  into  physical  violence,  adding  a  combative  edge  to  their  passing.  aries  in  the  8th  suggests  a  death  that  is  fast,  passionate,  and  leaves  an  unmistakable  impression,  often  tied  to  their  drive  for  action  and  independence.  their  end  might  reflect  a  moment  of  courage,  boldness,  or  impulsivity—whether  in  a  fight,  an  accident,  or  a  heroic  act.

 ★  taurus  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  slow,  grounded  death  tied  to  the  physical  body  or  material  comforts.  taurus  rules  the  throat  and  neck,  so  choking,  strangulation,  or  complications  with  the  thyroid  could  be  relevant.  overindulgence  in  food,  drink,  or  a  luxurious  lifestyle  might  lead  to  long-term  health  issues,  such  as  heart  disease  or  diabetes.  accidents  involving  possessions,  like  heavy  objects  falling,  might  also  feature.  venus,  as  taurus’  ruler,  introduces  themes  of  beauty  and  sensuality—perhaps  death  occurs  in  a  peaceful  or  aesthetic  setting,  like  a  serene  garden  or  during  a  relaxing  spa  treatment.  there  could  also  be  a  financial  or  material  aspect  tied  to  their  passing,  such  as  disputes  over  inheritance  or  wealth.  deaths  involving  the  earth  or  natural  settings  are  possible—think  landslides,  farming  accidents,  or  being  buried  under  physical  weight.  if  venus  is  poorly  aspected,  overindulgence  or  attachment  to  material  comforts  could  play  a  detrimental  role.  taurus  in  the  8th  suggests  a  passing  that  is  steady,  tactile,  and  tied  to  the  physical  world,  reflecting  themes  of  security,  comfort,  or  even  stubbornness  in  their  final  moments.

 ★  gemini  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  curious  and  chaotic  death  tied  to  communication,  movement,  or  duality.  gemini’s  connection  to  the  lungs  and  nervous  system  suggests  respiratory  failure,  accidents  during  travel  (cars,  planes,  bikes),  or  even  stress-induced  neurological  breakdowns.  multitasking  or  miscommunication  could  play  a  significant  role—imagine  texting  while  driving  or  rushing  to  meet  a  deadline.  gemini’s  dual  nature  might  manifest  as  two  contrasting  causes  or  settings  tied  to  their  death,  like  being  in  two  places  at  once  or  dealing  with  conflicting  scenarios.  mercury,  gemini’s  ruler,  adds  themes  of  learning  and  intellect,  so  their  passing  might  involve  books,  technology,  or  public  speaking—perhaps  a  fatal  incident  during  a  lecture  or  broadcast.  mental  overstimulation,  like  overworking  the  brain  or  juggling  too  many  responsibilities,  could  lead  to  burnout  or  exhaustion.  gemini  in  the  8th  often  reflects  a  death  tied  to  curiosity,  adaptability,  or  rapid  movement,  with  circumstances  that  are  unpredictable  or  fast-paced.  the  end  might  occur  while  chasing  knowledge,  engaging  in  lively  conversation,  or  simply  moving  too  quickly  in  life.

 ★  cancer  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

an  emotionally  charged  death  tied  to  family,  water,  or  the  home.  cancer’s  rulership  of  the  chest  and  stomach  suggests  causes  like  breast  cancer,  ulcers,  or  drowning.  food  poisoning  or  allergies  from  nurturing  environments,  like  family  meals,  might  also  be  involved.  the  moon’s  influence  brings  cycles  and  tides  into  the  equation,  so  lunar  phases  or  emotional  states  might  align  with  their  passing.  accidents  in  domestic  spaces—like  a  fall  in  the  bathtub,  a  kitchen  mishap,  or  a  structural  collapse  in  their  home—are  possible.  cancer  in  the  8th  also  suggests  emotional  wounding  or  heartbreak  could  contribute  to  their  death,  especially  if  family  dynamics  are  strained.  the  circumstances  might  involve  themes  of  care  and  protection,  like  passing  while  tending  to  loved  ones  or  during  a  significant  life  transition,  such  as  childbirth  or  becoming  a  parent.  water-related  scenarios  are  significant—drowning  in  a  lake,  slipping  into  a  pool,  or  even  being  caught  in  a  storm  at  sea.  cancer  in  the  8th  suggests  a  deeply  personal,  intuitive,  and  emotionally  resonant  passing,  one  tied  to  their  roots,  family,  or  internal  world.

 ★  leo  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  dramatic  and  highly  visible  death  tied  to  their  individuality  or  public  presence.  leo  rules  the  heart,  so  heart  attacks,  cardiac  arrest,  or  stress-related  heart  issues  are  common.  their  passing  might  occur  during  a  moment  of  grandeur—perhaps  on  stage,  at  a  public  event,  or  while  performing  a  leadership  role.  accidents  involving  fire,  extreme  heat,  or  light  are  also  possible,  such  as  dying  in  a  blaze  or  due  to  sunstroke.  leo’s  need  for  recognition  suggests  their  death  might  leave  a  lasting  impression,  either  as  a  cautionary  tale  or  a  heroic  act.  venusian  influences  might  add  artistic  or  aesthetic  themes,  like  passing  away  while  creating  something  beautiful  or  during  an  extravagant  celebration.  if  poorly  aspected,  pride  or  stubbornness  could  lead  to  risky  behavior,  like  refusing  medical  advice  or  engaging  in  dangerous  stunts.  leo  in  the  8th  house  often  reflects  a  passing  that  mirrors  their  vibrant  life—bold,  memorable,  and  tied  to  their  creative  or  leadership  pursuits.  their  death  may  carry  a  symbolic  weight,  marking  the  end  of  an  era  or  leaving  a  dramatic  legacy.

 ★  virgo  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  precise  and  health-focused  death  tied  to  routine,  work,  or  the  body.  virgo  rules  the  digestive  system,  so  deaths  from  intestinal  issues,  food  poisoning,  or  chronic  illnesses  like  stomach  cancer  might  occur.  virgo’s  perfectionism  suggests  that  their  passing  could  involve  medical  errors  or  complications  during  surgery—perhaps  due  to  misdiagnosis  or  overly  meticulous  procedures.  stress  from  overwork  or  obsession  with  health  could  lead  to  burnout,  strokes,  or  heart-related  issues.  their  death  might  occur  in  a  clinical  or  work  environment,  such  as  a  hospital,  lab,  or  office,  especially  if  service  to  others  was  a  big  part  of  their  life.  virgo’s  connection  to  habits  may  mean  that  small,  unnoticed  health  problems  build  up  over  time,  eventually  leading  to  something  fatal.  mental  health  could  also  play  a  role,  with  overthinking  or  anxiety  exacerbating  physical  conditions.  if  mercury,  virgo’s  ruler,  is  poorly  aspected,  miscommunication  or  lack  of  clarity  might  surround  their  death.  virgo  in  the  8th  suggests  a  passing  that  is  methodical,  reflective  of  their  need  for  control  and  structure,  and  potentially  tied  to  their  dedication  to  service,  health,  or  routines.

 ★  libra  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  graceful,  relational  death  tied  to  beauty,  partnerships,  or  harmony.  libra’s  rulership  by  venus  highlights  love  and  aesthetics,  so  their  death  might  involve  themes  of  romance  or  occur  in  beautiful,  peaceful  settings.  it’s  possible  they  die  alongside  a  partner  or  as  a  result  of  heartbreak,  betrayal,  or  marital  stress.  accidents  during  social  gatherings  or  public  events,  especially  those  focused  on  art  or  fashion,  could  also  play  a  role.  cosmetic  surgeries  gone  wrong  or  beauty-related  mishaps  might  feature  as  well.  libra’s  focus  on  fairness  and  balance  might  bring  legal  or  contractual  matters  into  their  death,  such  as  disputes  over  inheritance  or  assets.  falls  or  accidents  due  to  losing  physical  balance  are  also  possibilities.  if  venus  is  poorly  aspected,  indulgence  in  luxury  or  unhealthy  relationships  might  contribute  to  their  death.  libra  in  the  8th  suggests  a  poetic,  symbolic  passing  that  reflects  their  desire  for  beauty,  love,  and  peace,  even  if  the  circumstances  are  less  than  ideal.  it  carries  relational  and  aesthetic  significance,  leaving  a  mark  on  those  they  leave  behind.

 ★  scorpio  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  deep,  transformative  death  tied  to  mystery,  power,  or  intensity.  scorpio  in  the  8th  house  points  to  dramatic  or  taboo  themes,  such  as  deaths  involving  betrayal,  violence,  or  even  murder.  illnesses  tied  to  reproductive  or  elimination  systems—like  cancer  or  sexually  transmitted  diseases—are  possible.  scorpio’s  association  with  secrecy  suggests  a  death  that  could  remain  unsolved  or  involve  hidden  circumstances,  like  poisoning  or  mysterious  disappearances.  water-related  deaths,  such  as  drowning  in  dark  or  concealed  places,  are  also  possible.  if  pluto,  scorpio’s  ruler,  is  prominent,  there  may  be  power  struggles,  dangerous  obsessions,  or  karmic  ties  involved.  this  placement  also  carries  a  potential  for  self-destructive  tendencies  or  involvement  in  intense  situations,  like  covert  operations  or  high-stakes  activities.  scorpio  in  the  8th  suggests  a  passing  that  is  transformative,  haunting,  and  impactful,  often  tied  to  cycles  of  life  and  death.  it’s  a  symbolic  end  that  might  feel  like  the  closing  of  a  profound  chapter,  affecting  not  only  the  individual  but  those  left  behind.

 ★  sagittarius  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  bold,  adventurous  death  tied  to  travel,  freedom,  or  philosophy.  sagittarius’  love  for  exploration  could  lead  to  accidents  during  long  journeys,  such  as  plane  crashes,  hiking  falls,  or  incidents  in  remote  areas.  their  passing  might  occur  abroad  or  while  engaging  in  a  daring  adventure,  like  climbing  a  mountain  or  embarking  on  a  spiritual  pilgrimage.  sagittarius’  connection  to  expansion  suggests  overindulgence  in  food,  drink,  or  risky  behavior,  which  could  lead  to  health  complications  like  liver  disease  or  heart  failure.  their  death  might  also  carry  a  philosophical  or  spiritual  undertone,  such  as  passing  away  in  pursuit  of  knowledge  or  while  defending  a  cause  they  believe  in.  accidents  during  academic  or  educational  pursuits,  like  during  a  lecture  or  research  expedition,  are  possible.  if  jupiter,  sagittarius’  ruler,  is  poorly  aspected,  reckless  behavior  or  overconfidence  might  contribute  to  their  death.  sagittarius  in  the  8th  suggests  a  passing  that  feels  larger  than  life—adventurous,  meaningful,  and  deeply  tied  to  their  pursuit  of  freedom  and  purpose.

 ★  capricorn  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  structured  and  karmic  death  tied  to  responsibility,  work,  or  aging.  capricorn’s  connection  to  discipline  and  time  suggests  a  slow,  steady  decline,  such  as  passing  from  old  age,  chronic  illness,  or  the  cumulative  effects  of  stress.  falls  from  heights,  accidents  involving  structures  (e.g.,  building  collapses),  or  work-related  mishaps  might  also  play  a  role.  capricorn’s  association  with  authority  and  legacy  suggests  their  death  could  involve  their  professional  life  or  public  image,  such  as  dying  during  a  high-profile  negotiation  or  business  endeavor.  saturn’s  influence  introduces  karmic  themes,  implying  their  passing  might  feel  like  a  culmination  of  life’s  lessons,  responsibilities,  or  burdens.  deaths  tied  to  cold  environments,  such  as  mountains  or  icy  conditions,  are  also  possible.  if  saturn  is  poorly  aspected,  restrictive  or  oppressive  circumstances  might  intensify,  leading  to  feelings  of  exhaustion  or  burnout.  capricorn  in  the  8th  suggests  a  death  that  is  practical,  significant,  and  reflective  of  their  long-term  dedication  to  goals,  responsibilities,  and  the  structures  they  built  in  life.

 ★  aquarius  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  sudden,  unconventional  death  tied  to  technology,  innovation,  or  groups.  aquarius’  connection  to  electricity  and  progress  suggests  deaths  involving  electrical  shocks,  airplane  crashes,  or  futuristic  technology.  their  passing  might  occur  during  group  activities  or  social  causes,  such  as  protests,  conventions,  or  experimental  events.  aquarius  rules  the  circulatory  system,  so  heart  issues  or  strokes  could  be  relevant.  uranus’  influence  adds  unpredictability,  suggesting  a  sudden  or  shocking  death,  possibly  during  a  groundbreaking  moment  in  science  or  technology.  if  uranus  is  poorly  aspected,  rebellious  or  unconventional  behavior  might  lead  to  dangerous  situations,  like  defying  safety  norms  or  engaging  in  risky  experiments.  aquarius  in  the  8th  suggests  a  passing  that  is  innovative,  impactful,  and  reflective  of  their  individuality  and  connection  to  collective  progress.  their  death  might  spark  change  or  inspire  others,  leaving  a  legacy  tied  to  the  future  they  envisioned.

 ★  pisces  in  the  8th  house  ★ 

a  mysterious  and  ethereal  death  tied  to  water,  dreams,  or  spirituality.  pisces’  connection  to  the  subconscious  suggests  passing  away  in  a  dream-like  state,  such  as  during  sleep,  under  anesthesia,  or  through  drowning.  deaths  involving  drugs,  alcohol,  or  escapism  might  also  occur,  reflecting  pisces’  tendency  toward  altered  states.  neptune’s  influence  adds  an  air  of  mystery,  with  deaths  potentially  surrounded  by  unclear  circumstances  or  long-term  illnesses  that  go  undiagnosed.  their  passing  might  happen  in  a  peaceful  or  spiritual  setting,  like  during  meditation,  prayer,  or  while  engaging  in  artistic  creation.  water-related  incidents,  like  slipping  into  a  river,  being  lost  at  sea,  or  even  floods,  are  significant  themes.  if  neptune  is  poorly  aspected,  confusion,  deception,  or  self-destructive  tendencies  could  play  a  role.  pisces  in  the  8th  suggests  a  death  that  is  symbolic,  intuitive,  and  tied  to  the  unseen  realms,  leaving  a  sense  of  mystery  and  emotional  depth  for  those  left  behind.

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[a-mint-bear]

Cygnus Headcanon Post

🌠Destined Lover from Beyond the Stars🌠

● His face is stiffer that it looks, not a lot of dynamic facial muscles. It makes him less expressive than how human it might appear. The lack of interpersonal interaction his species engages in means they’ve evolved with less need for expressing these kinds of things to each other.

● He had a tail when he was a baby, almost as long as he was. As he got older his scaled armor came in and his tail got smaller until it was covered by the big scales. When he molts, the tail is visible and he finds it embarrassing. As a side effect, he sees creatures with tails as inherently cute as his brain goes “that's a baby”. He wonders if his babies with you will have tails.

● He has trouble recognizing human emotions. So at first, he doesn't know when you're upset or afraid. But he wants to learn. He’s always staring at you, studying everything about you. Your expressions, your body language, the sounds you make. The longer he studies you, it stops being about learning more about you and more about just… watching you. Everything about you just fascinates him.

● Some star systems have treaties with his race that they won’t be included in The Courtship, but they do accept voluntary participants

● He first came to Earth for a completely different reason. At the last port he'd stopped at for refueling, he'd spotted a creature with some similar features to him. The bipedal stance, a similar skull structure, the same flat, soft features in his face. A quick scan and an introduction later, the creature revealed a bit about themself. They said that their sire was of a race from the planet Earth. He'd never heard of it before, or seen a homo sapien, a "human". But the planet and it's people weren't part of any treaties. He could go there without suffering any consequences from the Galactic High Committees. It wasn't a certainty, but he had this urge to find out where his genes may have come from.

● He knew the moment he saw you that you were his mate. Everything about you appealed to him in a way no other creature ever had. Your scent captivated him, when he caught it for the first time, it felt like his insides were on fire. He hunted that wonderful scent for days., always just missing it He felt this pull in his chest, like his body wouldn't stop until he found the source. He didn't know at the time what was compelling him, but when you came into view, everything suddenly made perfect sense.

● It was you. You looked very much like every other human he'd passed while chasing that feeling, with a few notable features and flaws. But everything he saw made him feel something. Something new. It felt physically painful to look away from you for the first few nightfalls. Then, even though it calmed a bit, he trailed after you like everything depended on having you near.

● Before he took his Starlight aboard his ship, he needed to observe them to know how best to take care of them. He scanned their environment to check what their atmosphere was like to recreate it on their ship. He took note of what proteins and vegetation they could and could not consume. He noted their sleeping habits using his cloaking technology, standing mere steps from their bed as they slept. And through all of it, he had to see them interacting with other humans in their day-to-day life. He hated it. Every day, he could feel something inside him changing.

● When he incapacitated you to begin The Courtship, he held you in his arms for the longest time. He watched you breathe, putting his face in the crook of your neck. He had never felt this... this sense of safety, security... this overwhelming sense of possessiveness. You were his, and if anyone tried to take you from him... he could feel the back of his neck grow hot with an overwhelming rage.

● His senses:

-Hearing: Big ol’ ears let him hear everything. Very sensitive and can pick up frequencies human ears can’t. Can hear your heartbeat but doesn't know enough about human physiology to use that info for anything. - Taste & Smell: You’re surprised the first time you see his tongue, it’s bright blue, long and nearly prehensile. He can taste the air with it like a lizard, but has less taste buds than a human. He can’t taste spice but he loves human sweets and baking. His sense of smell is pretty good. He has scent glands on his cheeks like a cat and can identify different people by their scent. He loves to rub his face to yours to make you smell like him, marking you as his. -Touch: Less developed than a human. The bio-armor he sports protects him but also makes him less likely to notice any light touch below his neck. But it also means he can take a beating. Much more sensitive when he’s molted and touch overstimulates him. -Sight: Big ol’ peepers. He can see in the dark and has better vision than a human but not super powerful or anything. It's hard to tell where he is looking sometimes because he doesn't have visible pupils, and it unsettles you sometimes that he doesn't seem to blink. In reality, he has transparent eyelids that blink so fast you don't notice them, like a lizard.

● He knows how his people are supposed to carry out The Courtship (the part where the babies are made), but he can't help but be fascinated with the way humans do it. He wants to hold you close. He wants to feel your oddly soft skin against him. He wants to see you vulnerable and open yourself completely to him. Genetically he knows the two of you are compatible but he… doesn't want to follow through with The Courtship unless you want him. The way he wants you.

● His people don't have a home world anymore, they are nomadic and travel the stars isolated from even each other. There are some stories about the home world they once had, eons ago, but a lot of them don't believe it ever existed.

● From his time on Earth, he had seen how humans structured their clans, their families. His people don't usually care for their young for long after they are old enough to feed themselves. It was just their way, it made them seek out their own way to live out among the stars. And this made them more likely to branch out their own genetic material farther away from where their sires had originated. But some humans raised their young for much longer than that, well past reaching maturity. And then some even kept in contact with their progenitor or progenitors well past creating their own families.

● He wondered if you would want to care for the young that came from the two of you, or if you would look upon them as frightful creatures. They wouldn't look completely human, and he had seen humans throw away their young for fewer differences. He knew you had a kindness, a warmth to you... but you were still wary of him. He had never thought of how he would see his offspring, but they would be a part of you... When he thought of them, and you, your own family... He caught himself purring, from time to time.

[astrosin]

Let’s dive into the placements that scream “vault of secrets” and “trust no one unless proven 100 times over.” These folks don’t just guard their hearts—they build moats, install psychic security systems, and still sleep with one eye open:

Top Astrological Placements for Deep, Secretive, and Guarded Energy..

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8th House Stellium or Personal Planets in the 8H This house rules transformation, trauma, and the hidden psyche. People with Sun, Moon, Mercury, or Venus here often carry emotional intensity and a deep need for privacy. They’ve likely experienced betrayal or loss that taught them to keep their cards close.

12th House Sun, Moon, or Mercury The 12H is the realm of the subconscious, isolation, and hidden enemies. These natives often feel misunderstood or unseen, and they may struggle to express their inner world. Trust is earned slowly, if ever.

Scorpio Moon or Scorpio Venus Scorpio placements are the OGs of emotional depth and secrecy. Scorpio Moons especially feel everything intensely but rarely show it. They test people before opening up and can hold onto emotional wounds for years.

Capricorn Moon or Venus These placements often come with emotional restraint. They’ve likely been let down before and now equate vulnerability with weakness. They crave emotional security but rarely show it, making them seem cold or distant.

Aquarius Moon Detached on the outside, stormy on the inside. These folks intellectualize their emotions and often feel like outsiders. They’ve been disappointed too many times and now prefer to keep their feelings under wraps.

Saturn in the 4th, 7th, or 8th House Saturn brings walls wherever it lands. In these houses, it can indicate early emotional neglect, fear of intimacy, or karmic lessons around trust and vulnerability.

Pluto Conjunct Moon or Venus This aspect creates emotional intensity, control issues, and a fear of betrayal. These people often experience power struggles in relationships and may hide their true feelings to avoid being hurt.

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[yourreddancer]

He should be arrested for violating our privacy. He was not vetted by congress and has no security clearance.

Contact your state’s attorney general and request help.

Can we ask the ACLU to file a class action suit? Who’s with me?

“Let’s get into the details. Musk’s staffers have been caught plugging external hard drives into federal agency systems and reportedly locking others out of private rooms to perform—who knows what actions. This behavior violates key cybersecurity laws under FISMA and NIST guidelines, which are designed to protect sensitive federal information. Here’s why this is a serious problem.

Federal systems are strictly regulated, allowing only approved devices to connect. Unauthorized external drives can introduce viruses, ransomware, or other harmful software that may compromise entire networks and disrupt essential operations. This puts system stability and continuity of services at risk, endangering critical infrastructure.

These devices could also be used to steal or damage critical information, including personal data for millions of Americans—such as Social Security recipients and taxpayers. Unauthorized access creates significant vulnerabilities, exposing sensitive data to the risk of cyberattacks. Such attacks could cripple vital services and compromise the privacy and safety of millions of people.

Additionally, federal agencies have strict access controls to prevent unauthorized data manipulation or theft. When unauthorized devices are connected, these protections are bypassed, allowing unauthorized users to potentially alter or extract sensitive data. This undermines system integrity and opens the door to both internal and external threats.

External drives also often lack essential security features, such as encryption and antivirus scanning, making them vulnerable to cybercriminal exploitation. These security gaps further increase the risk of data breaches and system compromise, which can have far-reaching consequences.

Federal systems handle trillions of dollars in payments and manage personal data for millions of U.S. citizens. By bypassing cybersecurity laws and protocols, Musk’s staffers are putting these systems—and the public—at serious risk. This activity is illegal, reckless, and unacceptable. Immediate oversight and intervention are necessary to stop these violations!” ~ A N P S

[fireflowersims]

What we know about the Sims 2 "Legacy Collection"

IKEA stuff is not included, H&M is

The holiday pack (Santa and toddler new year) is included

Available on Steam, Epic Games and EA App

Requires the EA App to play

Has been "secured" with Denuvo

Minimum system requirements: W10

Sims 2 Legacy Edition: €29,99 (EU)

The Sims 25th Anniversary bundle (also included "The Sims (+7 EP's)" and 2 Sims 4 kits): €39,99 (EU)

The Sims Legacy Edition: € 19,99 (EU)

Will update this post as more news comes in from people actually buying/playing it.

ALRIGHT PEOPLE. We are getting the first reports of people playing it. We also got the feature list

Graphic rules is no longer necessary

The exe has been 4GB patched

They copied simnopke's shadow fix

Better support for widescreen resolutions including improved UI scaling

They "fixed" Pink Soup. As of yet, this has not been verified by a Pink Soup sufferer

"improvements and fixes". Unsure what they are

The structure of the install folder has been changed (disks: each ep has a separate install folder. UC: one install folder containing named Pack folders. Legacy: EP1, SP2 etc)

The game is still 32 bit

It appears Denuvo might not be on it after all. It's Schrödinger's Denuvo right now

Many players have been reporting that it does not seem to be stable. Lots of crashing.

BIG update: we did a stresstest and we managed to get pink soup! Note: the stresstest was done by adding a neighborhood default with many 2k textures, then inviting all neighbours in an uberhood. This is not a normal average situation.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Look, Don't Touch 2

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, stalking, breaking and entering, possible blood and violence, and femcel energy. Tags are not exhaustive and more may be added as the series progresses.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get bored of watching and that makes you careless. (dark!reader)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Note: Well, well, well, if it isn’t another bad decision.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like snakes love Woody’s boots. Take care. 💖

Your hands are bound behind you, the belt looped through the bars of the wooden chair. Your stomach bubbles uneasily as you watch Bucky paw through your bag. This isn’t happening. How the fuck did you get here? He wasn’t supposed to show up! 

He throws your bag down as he holds your phone. He nears and turns the screen to face you. He waits and checks it. You don’t use facial recognition, the piece of shit’s too cheap to have that feature. He sighs. 

“What’s your code?” he asks. 

“Fuck off,” you snarl. 

His gloved hand balls and he grits his teeth, “don’t make this–” 

You kick out and your heel meets his crotch, his legs folding as he slips to one knee. He inhales with a gristle as he grips his thigh, barely keeping a hold on your phone. He clears his throat and stands. He slams the phone on the table and stomps out. 

You laugh but not for long. He’s back with duct tape. He tapes your legs to the chair and winds several layers around your waist. You shake your head and curl your lip. 

“Look, dude, it’s really not that deep,” you say, “it’s a grift. I squat. Just when people are out of town. I don’t take nothing and I leave everything as it was–” 

“You’re lying,” he taps your phone as he frowns, “and you can keep playing wise but I will figure you out.” He grins, “bingo.” 

He waves your phone, your wallpaper confirming it’s unlocked. You roll your eyes. 

“You should call the police,” you say. 

“So you can lie your way out of this? No thanks,” he swipes as he puts his hand on his hip and turns away. He stops pacing and brings the phone closer to his face. He grimaces, “you're a sick bitch, aren’t you?” 

He tuts and shows you the image of Steve fucking his one night stand. You laugh. “Me? What about your friend?” 

“I’d say the fact you recorded it is a lot more fucked up than him having a bit of fun,” he snorts, “you’re sly. I saw your equipment.” 

“Thanks,” you say smartly. 

“You’re not making this easy on yourself,” he says. 

“Well, you got your evidence so… police?” you divert. 

“You know what the police do to stalkers? Nothing,” he sneers. 

“Stalker? I told you, I’m a squatter–” 

“Enough with that,” he points at you sharply and goes back to scrolling, “hmm,” he hums then says your name aloud, grinning up at you. 

“So.. if no cops, what are you going to do?” you finally let yourself ask. 

“I know how to handle things internally,” he says, “so don’t you worry.” 

“Are you going to call Steve?” 

“Steve?” he scoffs, “you speak as if you know him. You don’t know shit. And no, got a lot more things more important than you.” He runs his gloved fingers over his stubble as the dimple in his chin deepens, “I gotta do some running around.” 

“I thought you were here to water the plants,” you taunt. 

“The ferns can wait,” he says, “you just sit pretty and I’ll be back soon.” 

He tucks your phone in his jacket and grabs his keys from where he dropped them on the table. He disappears into the hall and you heave. Well, what the fuck do you do now? 

The door snaps shut, the beep of the security system follows, and you’re left in silence. You look around the open dining room, the kitchen visible just through the next doorway. You pull at your hands, the belt digging into your wrists. You wriggle, the chair wobbling, as you try to twist your ankles free. 

You grunt in frustration as helplessness floods your chest. The chair tilts forward and you panic, swing back too hard and tip it over completely. Your head hits the floor above the back and it leaves you dizzy as you blink away stars. 

“Shittttttt!” you yell at the ceiling. 

📷

Bucky finds you on the floor. He does nothing to help as you crane to watch him. He puts down a black bag before he nears. He stands by the legs of the chair and kicks the bottom of the seat with his boot. 

“Bored?” he teases, “restless, maybe?” 

“I need to piss,” you huff, not a full out lie. 

“You can wait,” he leaves you there and you listen to his footfalls in dread. The whisper of the zipper as he stops. The rustle of unseen objects, pages flipping as his sole squeaks. 

‘I saw him again today,’ Bucky begins, ‘but he didn’t see me. He never does. I wonder how. Maybe I’m just that invisible.  

But I see him. I see everything he does. Even when he’s not there, I can’t stop. I think about him all the time. Sometimes I pretend my toys are him. Touching me, though I know he never will–” 

“Stop,” you growl, “now.” 

‘It used to be that I’d imagine anyone. Any man touching me, but now the thought of anyone else disgusts me.’ 

You’re quiet, humiliated. More angry than anything. You want to strangle him. You want to smack the smug look off your face you imagine in tandem with his mocking tone.  

“Stop,” you say again, “you think I don’t know what I am. Obviously, I know. I’m stupid enough to write it down.” 

He laughs and you hear the journal hit the table. He strides around the chair and stands beside you. He watches you, squats to look you in the face. 

“No, I don’t think you realise how fucking sad you are,” he says, “how pathetic.” 

“You think you’re the first to tell me,” you sneer, “I know, asshole. But I never hurt anyone and wasn’t going to start. I just watch–” 

“Break and enter as well, huh?” He smirks, “I mean, you can tell a lot about a person by where they live. Found out a hell of a lot about you, doll.” 

“Don’t call me that,” you hiss. 

“Small place,” he stands, “cramped. Guess a rat like you doesn’t need much. Couple packs of ramen and a bottle of vodka. I had better rations in 1944.” 

“What about Hydra? They feed you well?” you retort. He’s silent. “Hit a soft spot? I’m sure a cyborg like you didn’t need much.” 

He kicks the chair and it jolts you. It’s your turn to laugh. He puts his foot on the crossbar and swings you back up to four feet. You teeter but stay upright, chafing in your bonds. 

“You really are that stupid, aren’t you?” he chides. 

You shrug and glance at the wall, “I really do need to piss.” 

“You think you’re going to get out of this one?” he asks. 

“I just want to go to the–” 

“I’m not worried about you making a run for it, doll,” he leans against the table and slides a thumb in his pocket, “I mean, what do you think is going to happen here? You think I’m gonna give you a lecture and let you walk?” 

“Haven’t thought about it really,” you say flippantly, “guess I assumed you’d revert a little. Clean up the problem the way you used to do when you had that red star stamped on ya–” 

Suddenly, he’s in front of you. His hand is on your throat as he bends to snarl, “shut your fucking mouth or I’m gonna break it.” 

You grin as you choke down air and make a show of clamping your lips together. You raise your brows and he stiffly rescinds his hand. He rounds the chair and tears through the tape before unbuckling the belt. Your arms fall loose but he grabs you by the back of your neck, pinching so you cry out and claw at his hand. 

“I squeeze any tighter and I’ll do some real damage,” he warns as he guides you to your feet, “then you won’t be running anywhere ever again. Got it?” 

“Sure,” you grit out as pain ripples down your spine. 

He grunts and urges you into the front room and down the hall. He enters the bathroom with you and flips up the seat. He releases you and takes a step back, a hand on the counter as he stares. 

“Um, a bit of privacy?” 

“You go now or not at all,” he demands, “so…” 

You exhale sharply and turn, unbuttoning your pants as you focus on the wall. You push your jeans down and sit, a slight pause before you manage to trickle out just a little. Your bladder releases and the pressure relents, leaving you lighter but not relieved. You wipe, pull your jeans up as you stand, and flush. 

He grabs your arm and yanks you back into the hallway. His metal grip makes your muscles burn as he drags you on. You glance across the front room, the doors not that far.  

You push your toe under the carpet so it catches and you stumble, pulling him back with your unexpected falter. “Hey, stay on your f–” 

You stomp his toe and he recoils as he grunts. You spin awkwardly, barely staying up right as you scramble away. You knock over the tall vase by the doorway as you flee. He tackles you from behind and you plummet forward, hitting the floor as he lands on you. You wheeze as your ribs ache beneath his weight. 

“Jesus, you’re fuckin’ heavy,” you snarl into the hardwood. 

“And you’re fucking stubborn,” he raps his knuckles on the back of your skull as he pushes off you. He plants his feet on either side of you and lifts you, both hands on your arms as he steadies you, “stupid, too.” 

You scoff as he urges you back down the hall and shoves you through to the dining room. His hand crawls up to your neck and he bends you over the table. You growl and kick out your feet as you pick at his impenetrable grip. 

“Like I said, had some running around to do,” he reaches into his bag with his free hand, “got some things to keep you in line.” 

He circles his fingers around your wrist and a metal cuff expands around it. Then he does the same to the other. He lets go of you and steps back. You straighten as he takes out his phone and taps the screen, your wrists snap together behind you, as if magnetised. You struggle as the force sets you off kilter. 

“Neat little gadget, usually reserved for sinister individuals but they’ll do for you too,” he frames your shoulders and angles you around, urging you back into the chair, “since you want to make this interesting.” 

You scowl and say nothing. He really is annoying. He goes back to his bag and reaches in again. He returns to you and secures another pair of cuffs around your ankles. You try to kick out as he does and he squeezes your leg meanly. You snarl and sit back angrily.  

He pushes a pin into each leg of the chair and stands. He picks up his phone again and your ankles attach to the wooden legs. He rounds you and parts your wrists, pulling them between the bars and letting them snap back together behind them. 

“We’re gonna be here a while and I’m not in the mood to be chasing you around,” he goes to the table and sets his phone down. 

He peels off his jacket and drapes it over another chair. He sits and retrieves the cell, his thumb moving lazily across it as he ignores you. You furrow your brow. There’s no give in the restraints. 

“Not exactly how I wanted to spend my night,” he grumbles as he smirks at you, “not that I had any plans.” 

“No plans? A gem like you? How are the girls not lining up?” you roll your eyes. 

“You’re one to talk, aren’t you?” he scoffs. 

You shrug and sit back. You’re starting to feel the toll of the night; stuck in that chair, pinned under his weight, the knock to your head. You’re tired but you can’t let him see it. 

📷

The smell of food makes your stomach growl. You can’t remember the last time you ate. It’s a bad habit. You eat only when it hurts and it fucking hurts. 

Bucky sits at the table with his paper bag and cup and eagerly peers inside. You try not to stare, instead focusing on your lap. You salivate as your guts knot with temptation. You listen to the rustle of wrappers and Bucky moans as he takes his first bite, chewing loudly. 

You exhale through tight lips. It’s deliberate, you know it. It’s his specialty, isn’t it? Torture? Cruelty? You peek up from beneath your lashes as he scarfs down a mouthful of fries. 

“Oh, you know what,” he sits back and grabs a napkin, wiping his fingertips, “I didn’t even think. I should’ve ordered you some. You must be starving.” 

“I’m fine,” you insist as you drop your gaze and your stomach rumbles loudly. 

“Sounds like it,” he slurps from his cup, “we’re all human, so if you’re hungry, all you gotta do is ask nicely–” 

“Human? You?” you look at his left arm, concealed under his henley and gloves, “sure. I told you, not hungry.” 

“Alright,” he grabs the burger and takes another sloppy bite. You turn your face away and ignore the pangs deep in your gut. “You really should consider a bit of common decency,” he says through a mouthful, “make it easy on yourself.” 

“Why’s that?” you mutter, shoulders sore from the awkward position as you try not to lean back on your arms. 

“I don’t have to be an asshole,” he says. 

“Really? You have more than one mode?” you snip. 

“What do you think’s gonna happen when Steve gets here?” he asks and shoves the last bit of his burger in his mouth. He watches you as he chews. 

“Does it matter? What I think or what happens?” you glower, staring at the faded denim of your jeans. “You saw my apartment, you think I have much to lose?” 

“You’re alive,” he ventures. 

“If that’s what you call it,” you laugh darkly, “so, that’s it? He’s gonna kill me? You lost your spine or something?” 

“You’re pretty self-aware for someone so pathetic,” he remarks as he shovels up more fries. 

“My sole virtue,” you say mockingly, “at least I know what I am.” 

“Do you? Do you really understand how fucked in the head you are?” 

“I should ask you the same,” you counter. 

He laughs and scoops up some more fries, “right, well, these next few days are going to be fun.” 

He stands and cleans up the garbage, shoving it all into the paper bag. He crumples it as he goes into the kitchen and you hear the lid of the bin as he tosses it. The light flicks off as he returns and he nears you. You sit rigidly as he grabs the back of the chair and tilts it back. 

He drags you out of the dining room and into the living room without a word. He shoves the coffee table over with his foot and puts you right in front of the couch. He lets the chair fall to four feet and strides away. 

You watch him as he makes up the couch with a sheet tucked around the cushions, a pillow against the arm, and a blanket on top. He pushes his head to one side than the other, a loud crack releases the tension. He sits and unties his boots, sliding them off as he focuses on the task. 

He strips down to his briefs and undershirt, as if you’re not even there. He settles onto the couch with a sigh, a bit too big for it but unbothered by that fact. He shifts as he plays with his phone and a voice suddenly rises from the speaker. He puts it on the back of the couch and lets it play, some narrative of a forgotten battle. He folds his arms behind his head and sighs. 

“Helps me sleep,” he smirks as he closes his eyes, “might help you too… if you can get comfortable.”