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provedlovelessindeath · 2 years ago

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Welcome to Proved Loveless in Death

An Interactive Tumblr Poll game where you choose who's your favorite... and who dies <3

Basic Idea: You are the poor victim of the Court of Fey, targeted with a spell called 'Rose Tint' that makes you able to see choices and decide on what path fate will take in the name of madness and love.

I'll post snippets of backstory and character designs and then write chapters of the story with a poll in the end of updates every once in a while, having votes for how things will proceed. Scuffles and ultimatums, life and death. You've made quite a lot of boys devoted to you throughout your life. Now, years later, see how far the fay's corruption and lovesickness twists their actions through this game.

TW for horror with gore, maiming, psychological abuse, gaslighting, and dub/noncon.

You are trapped having to see the sweet memories and friendships you shared turn into red splatters of blood. The versions of them you remembered, marred forever by how sick and twisted they became as soon as your friends realized this was a competition. You are the prize.

Whoever comes out of it will be your fated lover, and own your heart whole-y (along with getting some compensation from the Fey for the good show of course).

Choose wisely.

Short Profiles and Concept Art of the Friends You've Gathered Throughout the Years:

Cassius (5-10): Violent, protective, entitled.

You were next door neighbors as kids. He played pranks on you at first but would get mad at others and hit them if they tried to do the same. Although you thought he hated you because of how mean he was sometimes, he would not stop hanging around you instead of going home.

After you heard yelling and shattering from his home, you'd let him slip inside your house in secret too. You really became his security blanket, and he eased up on the teasing. But he'd be mean again if you ever tried partnering with anyone other than him.

When you had to move, he bullied you into promising you'd marry him. You eventually relented as you saw him cry for the first time. He's taken this oath way too much to heart and has been doing his best to become someone reliable and strong for you.

Even years later, he can't stay interested in anyone because of how strongly he clings to the fantasy of you. That his goal has only ever been to become someone you could be proud of. He feels like it's a betrayal to let you go.

So he starts chasing after your trail.

Ami (10-13): Girly, manipulative, spoiled.

You came to his school as he was getting retribution for bullying his classmates. He had been snide, unsympathetic, and cruel to them, toying with everyone's emotions. Finally, his classmates snapped, and he found out how powerless he could be against a mod. He started getting bullied himself. He had been so sure the adults would help, but there was no response from his teachers, and his parents never noticed. He felt alone for the first time in his life.

He was at his lowest, accepting his fate, and you saved him without having context to the full story. You became his his knight in shining armor; the person that proved to him again that he had value. He clung to you.

With new resolve, he rebuilt himself. He regained his confidence, and began living two-facedly, as he promised himself you'd never know about his mean side. He kept finding ways to shut anyone who tried talking to you about his past... then, because of his overzealousness, he threatened ANYONE who even tried befriending you too.

He couldn't trust them with you. You were *his*friend; his person to play with, spoil and adore... Up until you had to move far away. Again.

He was distraught and tried so hard to convince you to run away, to hide in his house. He'd take care of you! Of course, you couldn't. It was just a dumb, kiddish fantasy. But even now, years later, as his life went on without you, he keeps revisiting the possibility whenever he misses you.

He's made an enemy out of everyone. No one else has treated him as kindly and as sincerely as you. No one is meant for him like you are. He can't let you go.

He just can't.

Ragnar (13-16): Depressed, asocial, cold.

His mom passed away and his dad moved them to another state. He fell into a deep depression and started having bad, bad thoughts. You were both new to school.

You clung to him because of this; after relying so much on only Ami previously, you were so unsure of how to make friends again that you were terrified. Ragnar was initially disgusted being smothered with attention, he just wanted to be left alone and not care about anything. It was sad, but your classmates started seeing you both in negative ways, and it furthered a divide between you both and them. All the more reason for him him to feel overwhelmed by you. You and your manner of being probing, kind, funny, and so... persistent. He thought he hated you.

But then you got sick and had to miss a few days of school. Getting his wish, being alone all school day and at home, Ragnar realized it was the opposite. He'd unfortunately gotten attached to you.

And he was looking forward to seeing you again.

When you came back, to your shock, he slowly started clinging back. e kept making up reasons as to why in his head. You came to him first anyways, so this much attention was fine, right? And... making sure you weren't be allowed to get close to anyone else was also okay... because it's not like anyone would be able to understand you the way he does.

He began monopolizing you. Everyone in the school was such a fake, you needed someone loyal to look out for you. That could only be him. He was always by your side, ready to give you anything and to keep everyone away. Slipping up on his undiscovered true emotions and telling you at random sometimes, poetic stuff about how much you mean to him and how you two were made to make each other happy.

He was always sweet to you.

When you told him you had to move again, he took it really hard, as if you were the one deciding to leave him. You'd made him want to live again and just took that hope away. He became cold and detached the following weeks, it made you both depressed up until your last day when he was finally to the point of breaking down. He ran to your house, knocked, and hugged you tightly, crying. He didn't say anything as he handed you an envelope and ran away. It said 'Don’t open until we meet again.' You've been obedient.

He knows it's stupid but... he still clings to you as the light in his life that he needs to get back. His life is yours, and yours is his.

Varrik (16-18): Top student, smart, diligent.

You met him in the later years of highschool as all the pressure put on him being on top was beginning to make him break his charming persona. After moving so much, you'd become tired of trying to keep friendships and were settling into being a loner. But, you caught him having an anxiety attack in an empty classroom and helped calm him down.

Because you were new, Varrik let his guard down and felt like he could open up for the first time in years. You didn’t have a preconceived idea of him. You didn't care. It was freeing. After he was done, you tried giving him reassurance, but he lied about being busy and fled the room. Embarassment caught up to him, but when nothing came of his vent session, he started to relax again.

And the prospect of talking to you started to excite him. Ever since, he'd keep an eye on you, and sometimes, when he caught you alone afterschool, he'd linger just a bit around you, hoping you'd find some reason to talk to him. You fell right into your curiosity everytime and would ask him how he felt. Getting to talk to you in private like that would make his day.

It meant the world to him to be able to have someone understand him. In return, he realized your grades could be better and decided for himself to help you by hosting a lot of study (date) sessions. Also in private.

He knew how much of a loner you were, and that talking to him during school could open you up to other friendships... but he liked things as they were already. You were always available and a little expectant about you activities with him. It was cute.

He tried keeping your meetings a secret for thsoe years, but eventually, someone noticed. To combat this, he readily convinced them that he was set up by teachers to be your tutor in private because you had poor behavior that had to be monitored. He made a convincing story about the real reason you never socialized and always kept to yourself. No one doubted someone as reputable and kind as him.

He got his wish. No one else talked to you, and honestly, you couldn't be bothered to realize what had gone on. Now he never had to worry... but just to be safe, he started moving these (dates) sessions to other places. Like cafes, libraries, the park, his home... You were so close outside of school... even hanging out during the breaks. Giving gifts in secret. He was so happy... he wanted to stay that way.

Come senior year, he had a plan. He'd push you to go to the same, elite college as him. He really did his best to monopolize your time and energy into it with extra tutoring, volunteering, and scholarship hunting. He was picturing a future that HAD include you.

Finally, letters were sent and… You weren't accepted.

He was.

It broke his heart more than it did yours. He-He had to go, he couldn't just… not. His parents, his efforts, it'd all have been in vain otherwise. But he hated leaving you behind and felt wrecked with guilt. You did your best to console him. He pretended it worked.

As you waited with him in the airport, you thought about how what a weird twist of fate it was to be the one seeing their friend off now. You hugged him and reassured him you could meet up again sometime. But with how intense his program would be, you both know that was likely impossible. The last call for his flight rang and he had to let you go. You handed him one last gift before you left him. He opened it when he sat in his seat. It was a little keychain with a small photo of the both of you. He couldn't take his eye off it the whole ride.

He still has it, and stares at it when he needs to feel something again.

Ludovic (18-21): Domestic, dependable, protective.

Roomies assigned when both your actual roommates dipped at the last second.

Ludovic started off terrible. He was in a shitty friend group that he'd followed into college just to party. He thought you were a stick in the mud and would intentionally get on your nerves a lot. He was the worst during the first semester, and you planned to ditch him as soon as housing gave you the clear.

But, after staying late studying for semester finals, as you were going back to your dorm on your car, you saw Vic being dragged away by two people. As you get closer it looked shadier and shadier.

You stopped the car and told them you were his roommate. You tried to appear friendly as you told them you'd take him back to your shared dorm. They refused, until you recognized one of them (someone Vic had brought over before) and you called her name. That makes her nervous and their bravado broke. They loaded him in the passenger seat and walked away.

He was definitely, unusually out of it.

He was a mess as you drove back home. He puked on your car. And while going up the elevator. And in your room. You had to help him change and he finally he realized who you are. He started crying about how he knew he was a shitty person, and you didn't deserve putting up with him. He was really starting to blabber about how he knew his life was spiraling with his clique, but that he felt helpless. He had no motivation to change.

It made you pause your initial opinions of him and reevaluate him. You were up all night checking on him and thinking about it as he's passed out. You couldn't help doze off after a while... and woke up feeling like you were watched. You turned around and saw him looking at you. Really looking at you. He didn't say anything, and turned around in his bed. You thought he was embarrassed and let him be, going back to your slumber.

Things changed a lot after that. He dropped his friend group, he became a bit more serious about his degree, he cleaned up after himself and... he valued you a lot more.

He had an epiphany after going through that; that he had to make better life choices. He needed more dependable people around him. Like you. He really wanted to make it up to you. A year later, he has gotten very involved in your life.

Once a week, he'd treat you to something you like, walk you to your classes when possible, and inadvertently memorize your schedule, friends, preferences, quirks.

He'd go above and beyond for you, even taking up extra chores and learning to cook things you liked in the communal kitchen. You felt guilty, like you weren't worth all this attention, but he always told you honestly that he just wanted to work on himself. And part of that was by becoming a good roommate to you. That quelled most arguments.

He's still a bit of an asshole sometimes; he likes to tease you a lot because of your inexperience to a lot of things, but he's never mean. You can finally say you're fond of him, and even look up to him for helping you whenever you were in trouble.

Meanwhile, as time went on and he had more introspection, Vic comes to terms with knowing that.. he loves you. But he's afraid. He can't trust himself anymore. He can't trust his judgment on what's right and wrong. On if he's really a good person or just pretending to be so that he can stay close to you. Against better judgement, his thoughts and urges slip into fantasies that aren't... healthy. It's a vicious cycle that feeds into his guilt, wanting to make up for it by doing something special for you, you give him a compliment that gets to his head and makes him think of more. He can't help it.

Another year, and another. Everything is great. Stuff gets lost and he makes fun of you for it. You binge watch shows and always try to eat together. Other friends you make start to drift away, but he remains your constant.

He'd follow you anywhere... it gets so domestic, anyone would mistake you for a couple already! But unfortunately, that last line is never crossed...

It's time for you to graduate. Because of certain mistakes and a lack of concentration in his classes, he isn't able to join your year. This is it. He'd been spiraling over through all of your final semester. You were leaving him.

He helps you pack, hiding the dread he feels, like his life was slipping away. He had to say something, to confess... Or... did he? Could you do long distance? Would you consider waiting for an idiot like him, still stuck in school?

He didn't want to burden you... after everything was loaded into your car, you both wavered. He joked that this wouldn't be the last of him. Next time you need a roomie, he'll zip right over. You laughed and told him you'd take him in a heartbeat.

In a heartbeat.

You drive off and he's alone, trying to tell himself he can always sneak back into your life. He's gonna graduate. He'll go after you. And even if you're in a relationship, married, or just uninterested, he'll find a way to convince you you two were perfect, and he'd claim you.

He just has to wait.

Xander (21-24): Socially awkward, weakwilled, obsessive.

A tall, gawky, nerdy guy who joined the company you work at the same time as you.

Both of you were given the same assignments so you could help each other out. Xander was super flighty, nervous and stuttered a lot when you first met him, but with you were persistent. You'd take over the reigns when he couldn't, you gently tried making him feel comfortable when he was anxious, and you encouraged him when he did things right. You were a good, sweet coworker, and the man was starstruck, feeling blessed to even be in your presence when he was such a.. screw up.

The reason for Xander's awkwardness was attributed in part, because of his fearful and overbearing parents. He was home-schooled his whole life, kept to the house and taught schooling the 'proper' way. He was told meeting kids his age would only dumb him down, and yet, he felt like he was drowning under his parent's expectations anyways. He was never as good as they wanted.

Finally, he was allowed, at least, to escape to college. He was so nervous and excited. He tried so hard, too hard, to socialize... and found out very quickly that people did not like his ticks. The people in his class thought he was annoying, and he could never get the courage to talk to anyone outside of what was mandatory. Making friends was... too hard. He was hopeless without the tools to express himself well. In the end, he couldn't make any genuine connections up until he graduated.

His dreams of being happy were crushed. He was kicked from his parent's home and felt dread, believing work would be the same kind of hell in a different form.

How lucky he was, that you were there.

You, patient, kind, funny and cool. You, who seek him out even when you're not paired up, who wants to hang out with him for lunch, and doesn't shame him when he makes a social mistake. You're the first person he can call a friend. He's ecstatic and way too overeager... subtly, without realizing at first, he's even building a shrine to you in his head.

Which slowly became into an... actual shrine.

Obsessive. He can't help himself. Overanalyzing the things you talk about, looking for ways to feel closer to you, getting into all the things you're into so you can talk about it at work, stealing your lunch when no one is around and offering his own when you cant find it, soon even coincidentally moving somewhere closer and suggesting carpooling to save on gas. It's all pretty obvious if you weren't so trustful. It's not like anyone cares, no one bats an eye. Xander can get away with it all... for now. The long looks, the extra shifts, random (offerings) gifts in your desk and his constant, looming presence.

You're perfect. There is no one else in Xander's world but you.

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random-townie · 5 months ago

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Falling in love with the T.O.O.L by @twistedmexi to make the empty spaces of TS4 worlds a little less empty.

Yet another game changing mod to answer what EA refuses to give.

We have no open worlds. We cant add new lots to the worlds. Sims have nothing to do in the often very empty spaces in between the lot's in the neighborhoods. You must go through loading screen in order to use a bench on that stupid park lot placed right next to their home lot. That's my random TS4 annoyance for today.

But I'm gonna fix it for my save file. At least a little, I don't want to exaggerate either.

You can place and arrange any object as you please with the T.O.O.L and many builders use it to build extra customized decor in the way the game would never allow you to. I like creative decor, but I also want to my builds to be easy to modify, renovate and I like them to be as functional as possible, not only pretty.

My main goal with the TOOL will be enhancing a bit the useless areas in between the lots so my Sims can enjoy more small outdoor activities (sims will interact with interactable items placed off lot) without a need to always go through loading screens. Or just have some more decor/clutter/plants here and there. Or to enhance your storytelling and lore. Like that extra fence in between the lots with no peepers sign. Sim living there doesn't like visitors. And he also doesn't give a damn about placing fence outside of his parcel to mark his territory.

Mods creators love for that game and their passion is absolutely amazing. 💚

#random save file #random ts4 annoyance #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #ts4 save file #oasis springs #wip #ts4 ideas #ts4 screenshots #sims save file #the sims 4 build #ts4 build #ts4 simblr #sims 4 #ts4 mods

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pi-creates · 1 year ago

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Hey, Pi. Not sure if you're still active, but I am modding my copy of TWDG: Definitive and have been following your model swap tutorials for season 4. I was wondering if you knew how to make multiple model swap mods run together without any conflicts? My goal is to have four running at once (Player/Clem controlling Minnie, Minnie replaced by Clem/AJ as Tenn, Tenn as AJ) for a modded playthrough. For Minnie swapped by Clem, I wanted Clem to use her ranch outfit instead of default. Thanks.

I'm still here, but I'm in like a constant state of hibernation unless prodded.

To answer your question - you can theoretically do as many model swaps as you want in your game so long as you know what you're doing and have the right amount of "parts" to overwrite with. There will always be fiddly moments where things may look off, but complete breaking shouldn't happen all that often.

With that said... swapping out AJ makes certain scenes be unplayable - I don't think it matters who the character you replace him with is, it moves the interaction points in a few scenes and makes them impossible to select.

Off the top of my head, in episode one during the car crash sequence, you need to get a knife from AJ's hand via clicking on one of those interaction circles - changing AJ to another character moves that circle outside of your vision and thus causes you to fail the sequence. And in episode 2, the scene where you need to remove bullet fragments has the same problem - you can't interact with what you need to and therefore you can't progress.

The only way to get passed those moments (as far as I know) is to remove the modded content, play to the next checkpoint, then exit out of the game and put the modded content back in.

If it helps at all, this is kinda how I would go about things...

Get your files for the character parts you need: - Minerva's files: episode 3 or 4 archives [make sure to save the textures as well] - McCarroll Clementine's files: episode 4 archives [note that she uses the "sk62_clementine402.skl", but her meshes and textures use the word "Mccarroll" with both the 400 and 402 number] - AJ's files: any episode archive depending on the outfit - Tenn's files: any episode archive [note that his name in the files is "tennyson"]

Try swapping in one character at a time: - KEEP ALL THOSE UNALTERED FILES SEPARATED FROM THE FILES YOU'RE RENAMING - Just trust me, it gets real confusing if you lose track of what has been renamed and what hasn't - especially when you are doing a swap that directly "flips" characters - Make a new folder and name it clearly something like "Minnie replacing Clementine" - copy your Minerva files here and rename them to overwrite Clem's files - Replacing Clementine with Minerva for all episodes requires you to overwrite the the "sk62_clementine400" files for episode 1, then the "sk62_clementine402" files for episode 2 and onwards. Episode 4 has many iterations of Clem's mesh for her lower body - it's a pain to make files for all of them, but just replace all those files with Minerva's lower body.

Check that the character appears correctly: - Go into the game directly and play for a moment to check that the swap has worked appropriately - You can see in the episode select screen if Clementine and AJ have been replaced, or you can also check the character viewer, but they aren't always accurate to how the character appears in the game - If you see the character models appear spindly like their limbs are very warped, this is probably a "skl" file issue... double check that you've used the proper skl to match with the meshes you're using in your replacement. - Invisible parts can be because textures from later episodes haven't been copied over [unaltered - you shouldn't need to rename any textures for this swap to be what you want]

Move on to the next character: - Doing it character by character will make it easier - But still, put things in their own folders with clear names - In the end, you should be able to take all of your "renamed" files, stick them in one folder, and be able to make a mod file out of it

#twdg #twdg s4 #model swaps #hopefully this is helpful #for curious campers out there #the telltale modding discord server has a 'help' channel for people wanting to mod #for if i'm unresponsive or if people just want to look into projects other people are up to #meanwhile... i go back to hibernating #and by hibernating i mean play bg3 because i have a problem #but also actual hibernation because fatigue is poopy

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voxblade · 1 year ago

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You seem to reblog a decent amount of Skyrim from me now so I need you to give me your fav random piece of lore or knowledge or anything about any elder scrolls anything (I fully expect you to just make something up entirely)

Make that pieces, because I can't answer anything short form to save my life and there's a lot I've scrambled together overtime. Uhhh...

- I half-remember reading that apparently the dwarves were SO ATHEIST that when they found proof that gods existed, they went "fuck that" and yeeted themselves out of the continuity and into another dimension or something

- the dragonborn's power is shouts. I understand that they are divine or some shit and taken from an ancient draconic language or w/e but I refuse to believe at least one of those shouts isn't them screaming

"THAT'S MY OPINION"

(Or that at least it isn't a mod)

- there are some dudes called the nords and they collectively are the CEOs of racism. the whole of the nords. All of them.

- you can kill a dragon voiced by super mario himself. given that Italians are inherently evil, killing him appears to be the correct moral choice.

- The jester man you like is a mama's boy and the MILF in question is basically a weird shriveled raisin thing that lives in a coffin. #Hotgirl-goals. He also feeds cats to rats?? According to another mutual??? which as a fan of cats makes me sad, but as an even bigger fan of rats I find oddly cathartic, in a juvenile way. My babies have long been overdue for revenge for the billions of beautiful lives lost to cruel nature and cruel fate. Yes. Reverse the food chain. I hope they eat humans next. (Assuming this is even real.)

- there's some fucking guy you hate named Jason or something who wants to be a big deal but he's an absolutely terrible companion and he dies to fucking everything. He's not even cute in a pathetic meow meow way? Which sounds like me to be honest. Maybe I kin him without realizing. You don't know. I don't know.

- There is a long and arduous side quest not many players know about. In Whiterun, if you leave the Bannered Mare, there's a 1 in 76 chance you will find a strange NPC called Thes waiting by the door. If interacted with, Thes will ask the player a series of strange questions to try to get to know their character. Should the player answer to Thes's liking, he will say "ah. You've also lost the use for truth. This will serve you well". Thes will leave after saying this and the player will unlock the Kindred Spirit quest. It's a bit clunky from this point on, but essentially, you have various markers on your map to track down, each promising something "new", but whenever you get close to them, the positions will move and cannot be found, even through cheats. What the player must do is try for the same rolling chance that summoned Thes in the first place by entering and leaving the Bannered Mare over and over again, except when they succeed the roll this time, Thes will be replaced by a new identical character with a new name, insisting his name is Da. Da will ask the player if they are having any trouble meeting the objectives and the player has the option to call him out. This will learn a laugh ("but they just work! What's the commotion?"), and Da eventually adds a new marker to the map, this one leading towards the Den of Falsehoods (this is commonly confused with the Liar's Retreat). To make a long story short, this is also bullshit but I'm getting tired of summarizing. After a bunch of bullshit, at the end of the quest, Da will be waiting for the player in the core of the den, this time named "Beth". When confronted this time, "Beth" will talk to the player about the nature of truth and falsehood and the player can ask for them to reveal their true name. "Beth" will comply, but only after asking if you would ever love a liar like him. If you say no, "Beth" will nod and say he understands and also will tell the player to be excited for Fallout 76. This is very curious, and possibly reference to Bethesda's other franchise, Fallout, and its entry Fallout 76, which wasn't in development when Skyrim was first released. "Beth" will then leave the game and cannot be found again. If the player says yes, "Beth" thanks them and reveals their true face: a curious npc named Todd Howard. Todd Howard apologizes for his lies but curiously will not give the player any sort of reward for having done the quest. It is also possible from this point to marry him if the player is so inclined. This is ill advised, because Todd Howard will keep all of the money from whatever business he opens and he never sleeps, which some players reportedly find creepy.

- I like that little freak the adoring fan and how you can make him run off a cliff

- there is a mod (???) that lets you summon Santa Claus like a primordial ancient demon and I think it works for him. Santa really served cunt in that mod.

- Sheogoraths line of "CHEESE, FOR EVERYONE!!!" may be indicative of the fact he likes cheese.

#asks

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little-winter-witch · 20 days ago

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THIS

I love F4, but I had a hard time settling in the Commonwealth after F3. The capital wasteland was dark. Everyone warned me of actually going into DC and I avoided it as long as I could. I still remember the fear when I had to go there for the first time. I loved the karma system and how it affected our reputation. I loved how threedog commented on our actions and people actually came to us, because they heard of us and needed our help. The sky was greyish, cloudy and everything screamed "There was a devastating war and things are still extremely dangerous".

The Commonwealth seemed sunny and happy and bright in comparison.

I wish Bethesda would let us create our own character with their own backstory. In Skyrim, we can even choose our race, why do we have to be married with a child here? Let us create OUR story and change the dialogue and choices, depending on a chosen background (former job, personality traits, life goals etc). Make the main story a little less personal or at least not that impactful right at the beginning, so you can relate to it and have a reason for doing side quests.

And yes, the pasts of Nora and Nate are irrelevant. Even the fact that we lived pre-war is barely a side note.

We actually experienced the bombs, reached the vault with nothing but our clothes, terrified, desperate, mourning the life and probably friends and family we just lost, we're frozen instead of being saved, we've been betrayed by vault tec, watch our spouse being killed and our son being kidnapped, when we finally woke up, everyone was dead, we somehow managed to leave the vault (without actually knowing how to open the gate beforehand), entered a shattered world, returned to our shattered home full of memories and were reunited with Codsworth, learned from him that we slept over 200 years. And we're as emotional as a brick.

Hell, I would've hugged that robot, this last familiar piece of my past life, I would be crying and screaming in confusion and desperation and grief. But instead, we're like "oh, there are people in Concord? I'll check that out, thanks Codsworth." And the next thing we do is happily help some people in a museum. "Mini Gun. Now we're talking." What kind of answer is that from a person who technically just lost everything? And why do we kill the raiders in front of the museum in the first place? We've never heard of raiders. How do we know who's the bad guy here? And why are we so eager to kill more?

And I somehow get it. It wouldn't be fun to play a depressed, mourning and scared parent the whole time, right? Then don't write a story, where this would be the natural reaction to the events.

I love F4 for letting me live in the wasteland. Build settlements, find love and friends, explore and try to make the Commonwealth a little better. That wasn't possible that way in older Fallouts. But by now I play with an alternate start mod, to be someone else than Shaun's mom.

As I'm writing I've realized how bad the dialogue is in FO4. Like it takes exposition and bashes your skull in with it. It takes all the fun out of exploring the wasteland and putting things together through journals/computer entries/holotapes/etc.

There are glimpses of a compelling story hidden in the game but the factions are reskinned ripoffs of FNV (old world style govt/fascists/technologically advanced) where the political complexity of those factions clashing is completely pushed aside for another goddamn finding Nemo story.

The player characters were given back stories which COULD have had interesting implications (disregarding the supposed rpg elements of the fallout games) such as a soldier coming to terms with his actions in service and the effects the govt he fought for had on the world. Or a lawyer who had never dealt directly with the horrors of war suddenly being thrust into a world where she had to fight to survive. Like yeah it gets mentioned here and there but there's no emotional exploration bc Bethesda fucked themselves with player dialogue being yes/no/sarcastic/maybe(come back later)

The gunners, raiders, and super mutants are just shooting targets that have absolutely no effect on the story. The railroad is underdeveloped, the institute is cartoonish, the minutemen are radiant quest simulator 2000, and the brotherhood is just there so Bethesda can say look at the cool guys with power armor (don't worry about the fascistic undertones of their leadership that won't be addressed at all)

Diamond City doesn't feel like a city cowering in fear of the institute. It's like the writers were too afraid of going into the dark elements of the fallout story. Like they took the edge and whacked it against a cinder block until it was dull enough to market to 5 year olds. It's supposed to be gritty, it's supposed to be the darkest parts of humanity spread bare because that's where the hope comes from. It comes from persevering despite the world trying to beat you down. Because war never changes, but people do

Also I wanna be able to fuck Deacon

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halfmileblog · 22 days ago

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Double question

For Solus - why do you like Berry so much? He's kind of average or always out of the race.

Eldora - same question but Bowman

Loooooong post that you can read or ignore

Anon, I'm going to direct you to my about me section because I think that explains it pretty well.

In all honesty, I want you to just dig through this season's races. Keep an eye on him. He can qualify dead fucking last and end up in top 10. The biggest compliment a driver can get from me is "holy fuck look at him dance" because this man passes so beautifully it's not even funny.

Without bias, I can confidently say almost none of his wrecks are his fault Austin Cindric I am looking at you with Mild Disappointment (a few of them are on him, like spinning solo in the lead). He's a hell of a calculating driver (does that count as a pun) and should be appreciated for not driving like some of the more seasoned drivers on the track.

Also he has the most friend shaped smile and I think he should be given one million hugs and a vacation away from near Blaney levels of The Horrors.

Truly, the Junior Curse exists and persists.

Do not walk into my home and insult my boy. Also uhhh brace yourself for Eldora. Maybe sit down. It's gonna be brutal.

Cheers!

-Mod Solus

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If you even bothered to skim Bowman's Wikipedia page you would know Bowman has nine national, NATIONAL, USAC quarter midget championships, a total of 165 A-main wins, in six years. By 2010 he was racing in the Pro Cup series, which is basically yesterday's ARCA West, where he got Rookie of The Year, two ARCA wins in 2011, four in 2012 (including Iowa my beloved), between then and 2017 he paid his dues driving shit boxes in the top three series, whereupon NASCAR Jesus himself, Dale Fastestfucker Jr, graced Bowman with the privilege of filling his shoes out of respect for filling his seat when Jr had to sit out because of concussions, which tells us Jr saw potential, and 8 wins and the ability to drive from the back to a top ten any time he has to, shows he's lived up to expectations. if he's good enough for Jr, he's good enough for me. Bowman's biggest handicaps are the Earnhardt curse, where you can have the highest of highs flak gunned away (usually with a career derailing injury sprinkled on top), leaving you with no stats to back up your skill, and Hendrick only giving the fourth car the other three's sloppy seconds for parts, and a crew chief who can't build a setup to qualify with to save a kitten's soul from Ty Gibbs.

Josh Berry is a similar story, he worked as a banker who met Jr simracing, impressed him enough that Jr kickstarted his career, and once the ball was rolling used his talents to hone his craft and earn rides to through to the top, wicked stats in a late model, hasn't translated to Cup because while he was filling in for Bowman his goal was to keep the car clean not win races, then he drove for Dead Man Walking Inc. before finally getting to the LEGENDARY Wood Brothers, who haven't been relevant on a 1.5 mile in decades, BUT THE FUCKER WON ANYWAY BECAUSE HE'S THAT GOOD! Good accomplishments in the past, promising career ahead, with a potential to get the Wood Brothers their first Championship, how can you NOT root for him?!?!?!?!

In conclusion, you have no eye for true wheelmen, this is NASCAR, as much as y'all hate to admit it, the car matters as much as the driver, and if the driver cannot get a car that outdoes the one next to them, the best they can do is Chastain/Hocevar around and hope to get lucky, or use some old school brains and actually drive the car like they used to in the old days where it took skill to maneuver a shit box around a monster track. Bitch.

-Mod Eldora.

PS. Praise Dale. Raise Hell

PPS. My plan for reuniting the country is as follows; Praise Hell, Raise Dale

#ask mod solus #ask mod eldora #Josh Berry #Alex Bowman #my beloved #anon ask #eldora-archive

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Chapter 1: The Setup

I've been playing bg3 for over 9 months at this point. I've done duo runs for balanced and tactician, and I've done HM with a full party. Now, it's my goal to play HM with a hero, his freak weirdo companion, and their adopted daughter they picked up from a casket in the cellar of an abandoned apothecary.

This run will involve a lot of respeccing and itemization to ensure success, but ultimately it's a step-by-step playthrough on how i'll complete my Bloodpact (and Shovel) honor run

The first step was to pick my origin, which in this case is obviously the Blade.

EB as a first cantrip is a given, but I went with minor illusion as a second due to its utility in and out of combat. In combat, enemies will need to fail an investigation check in order to walk toward the illusion, but out of combat they will do so without a roll.

Hex is an ideal first spell--it can be recast throughout the day, it inflicts extra necrotic damage and debuffs an enemy's saving throw, as a concentration spell it works well with the strange conduit ring, provided you're also a weapon user, and using hex on someone technically counts as inflicting a condition, which means it goes well with the diadem of arcane synergy, a MUST for this build.

I had to re-distribute his ability points because...come on. a +1 DEX modifier for a man wearing light armor? And 13 INT? what the hell is he gonna use INT for as a warlock? My goal is to get his CHA to 20 by level 5, so making it 17 and not 16 is a must. A little bit min-maxed, but not the worst. At least his WIS mod isn't negative.

Most people prioritize CON over DEX for their casters, but I'd rather my casters have a higher armor class and initiative than a slightly higher health pool and greater likelihood to maintain concentration when taking damage. After all, it would be better if they just didn't take the damage in the first place.

Humans do make sturdy casters, if only for their shield and light armor proficiency, but make no mistake. he will not be armored for long.

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jjaybrown4-blog · 10 months ago

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Asylum Challenge by Simswithcheese

Intro

"You have been committed to a run down mental health facility against your will. In order to prove that you are fit to rejoin society and earn your freedom, you must achieve the goals your psychiatrist has set for you – your aspiration. The catch? You need to achieve your goals as quickly as possible, while keeping 7 other patients, who you don't know and are out of your control, alive and as happy as possible. Add to that budget cutbacks leading to a lack of decent furniture and limited supplies, and your task gets harder."

For this challenge there will be an easy mode, medium mode and hard mode, just to spice things up a bit.

Setup

Create your main sim in CAS. They must be a young adult. You can choose whatever you want for looks, clothing, voice and walk styles. They must have the insane trait and the other two traits can be anything except for custom traits.

You can also choose any aspiration except for the following:

Successful Lineage

Big Happy Family

Super Parent

Fabulously Wealthy

Mansion Baron

City Native

After finishing your main sim, create seven other sims. They all must be young adults and they must all have the insane trait. The other two traits and their aspirations can be whatever you want. (I recommend having a few evil, mean and romantic sims, just to make things interesting). None of the eight sims are allowed to be related.

Next step is to build the asylum on a residential lot. The size of the lot does not matter. You can build the asylum yourself, download an asylum from the Gallery using the hashtag #AsylumChallenge or modify an existing house.

Money cheats are allowed when building or placing your asylum. Depending on your mode of difficulty depends on what objects are allowed in your asylum, but all objects must be the cheapest at the beginning (Cheap counters, cheap beds, cheap couches etc.). You cannot have objects in the asylum which affects sim’s emotions (unless the object was obtained through a career reward) or which prevents fires. When you have finished building the asylum you cannot modify further, unless sims get stuck in a certain area or your asylum saves up enough money for a new skill building item or when you can purchase an upgraded item. Pools are allowed but they are classified as a skill building item.

When you have finished creating your asylum, your family funds must be at the required amount for your difficulty. To change the family funds you must first type into the cheat box “testingcheats true” (without quotations), then type into the cheat box “money (amount required). For example, for easy mode you would put "testingcheats true" followed by "money 1000" followed by "testingcheats false".

Upgrading Objects

When the asylum saves up a bit of money you can start replacing the cheap furniture and appliances with high quality furniture and appliances. You can only replace items, you cannot buy extra items. For example you can replace the fridge but you can’t have two fridges.

You cannot upgrade objects in hard mode.

Using the handiness skill to upgrade objects is allowed in all difficulty modes.

Gameplay

You must only be selected on your main sim, you are not allowed to click on the other sims at all to check their needs. If they die, they die.

If you want to, at 12am, you can click on the other sims to check their inventory if they have books, food etc. When doing this your game must be paused.

Cheats/mods/hacks which boost sim’s needs or skills are not allowed. High free will must be turned on, so the other sims in the asylum will do things by themselves.

You can not use your inventory to reserve items for yourself. For example, you can't put a book or guitar in your inventory just so no one else can put it in theirs.

The age settings can either be on normal or long, it’s your choice.

No rearranging of furniture to reserve or use something for yourself. For example, you can not move the TV into a bedroom and turn it on just to get an uncontrollable sim out of bed so you can sleep in the bed. Nor can you remove a door so others can't gain access to the bathroom so you can use it when you come home from work.

If a sim dies you must keep the grave on the lot, you must keep the grave on the lot. If their ghost gets too annoying (e.g. they keep breaking objects) you can banish their ghost.

Putting toilets and showers/baths in separate rooms is OK in all difficulties, as dying from embarrassment tends to occur too much.

Making your sim “work hard” in their career is ok, you cannot make the other patients “work hard” in their careers.

Game Pack/Expansion Pack Changes

Outdoor Retreat:

Outdoor Enthusiast aspiration is allowed.

You can only travel to Granite Falls when you need to complete certain goals in the Outdoor Enthusiast aspiration.

When travelling to Granite Falls you must bring all of your fellow patients with you and choose the campground as your destination.

Spa Day:

When completing an aspiration, you can reward your Sim with a trip to the spa.

Dine Out

Your Sim cannot own a restaurant.

Your household cannot visit a restaurant.

Vampires

Vampire patients are allowed.

Vampire aspirations are allowed.

Parenthood

Super Parent aspiration is not allowed.

Get To Work

Alien patients are allowed.

Active careers are not allowed as they require leaving the lot.

Your Sim cannot own a retail business

If a member of the Asylum is abducted by aliens and comes back pregnant, when they give birth you have to send the baby back to Sixam.

Get Together

You can create an Asylum club for the patients, you cannot add outside Sims to the club.

Club perks are allowed for all levels of difficulties.

City Living

Apartments cannot be asylums

Difficulty Modes and Rules

There are 3 different modes of difficulty for this challenge.

Easy Mode:

Starting funds: $1,000

Complete two aspirations, then you are free!

Can have the TV and the computer at the same time.

Two sinks, two toilets and two showers/bathtubs.

No more than 6 ‘bed spots’. For example you can have 6 single beds, or 3 double beds, 1 double and 4 single beds etc.

There can only be total seating for 8. That includes couches, lounges and chairs. If you have a dining table with 6 chairs then you may not use a couch that seats 3.

You may only have a total of 5 Skill Building items in the house, so choose wisely at the start. Computers, stoves, bookcases, mirrors, and TVs don't count as skill items. It is highly recommended to have skill items which make money, for example the easel.

Everyone in the asylum is allowed a job, but the non-controllable sims must be in the Criminal Career as it is the lowest paying job. You are not allowed to level them up in their career. If they lose their job, they have lost it forever. Your main sim can have whatever job they like. (It is recommended that their job is related to their aspiration. For example a sim with the Master Chef aspiration should be in the Culinary Career)

You can purchase lifetime rewards

Having a maid and ordering pizza is allowed.

Can leave the lot to go fishing and collecting at anytime. Can only travel to other people’s houses and community lots during the hours of 9:00am-3:00pm. (When travelling to another lot you must bring everyone from the asylum along with you)

If a sim dies, no objects have to be deleted.

Medium Mode:

Starting funds: $500

Complete three aspirations, then you are free!

You cannot have a TV and a computer at the same time. It is recommended that if your sim has the Computer Whiz aspiration for example, that you should have a computer.

One sink, one toilet, one shower/bathtub.

No more than 5 ‘bed spots’. For example, you can have 5 single beds, or 2 doubles and 1 single bed etc.

There can only be total seating for 6. That includes couches, lounges and chairs. If you have a dining table with 4 chairs then you may not use a couch that seats 3.

Only 2 non-controllable sims are allowed jobs, both must be in the criminal career. Your main sim can have whatever job they like. (It is recommended that their job is related to their aspiration. For example a sim with the Master Chef aspiration should be in the Culinary Career)

You can purchase lifetime rewards

No maids and no pizza.

Can leave the lot to go fishing and collecting between the hours or 7:00am-5:00pm. Can only travel to other people’s houses and community lots during the hours of 9:00am-3:00pm. (When travelling to another lot you must bring everyone from the asylum along with you)

If a sim dies, 1 seat must be deleted until there is 1 seat remaining.

Hard Mode:

Starting funds: $100

Complete four aspirations, then you are free!

You cannot have a TV and a computer at the same time. It is recommended that if your sim has the Computer Whiz aspiration for example, that you should have a computer

One sink, one toilet, one shower/bathtub.

No more than 4 ‘bed spots’. For example, you can have 4 single beds, or 2 double beds, 1 double bed and 2 singles

There can only be total seating for 4. That includes couches, lounges and chairs. If you have a dining table with 2 chairs then you may not use a couch that seats 3.

Non-controllable sims are not allowed jobs. You main sim can only have a job if their aspiration requires it. For example the Master Chef aspiration requires your sim to be in the Culinary Career.

You cannot purchase lifetime rewards

No maids and no pizza.

Can leave the lot to go fishing and collecting between the hours or 12:00am-5:00am. Travelling to other lots is banned, unless your sim’s aspiration requires them to. In that, you can travel to other lots between 6:00pm-11:00pm. (When travelling to another lot you must bring everyone from the asylum along with you)

If a sim dies, 1 bed and 1 seat must be deleted until there is only 1 bed and 1 seat remaining.

Aspirations

In the difficulties it states that a number of aspirations must be completed. This refers to aspirations such as the Computer Wiz aspiration. It does NOT refer to groups of aspirations such as the all of the aspirations in the Creativity category.

Asylum Challenge

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ofsupernovcs · 2 years ago

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( BAIFERN PIMCHANOK • SHE/HER • CIS FEMALE •24 •) did you hear DONT LET NOBODY TELL YOU YOUR LIFE IS OVER/BE EVERY COLOR THAT YOU ARE/ INTO THE RUSH NOW, YOU DON'T HAVE TO KNOW HOW/ KNOW IT BEFORE YOU TRY? it reminded me of WILLOW ROSENBURG. rumor has it they’re from the PAST. they say they’re a WITCH, that explains why they’re loyal to SCOOBY GANG

HELLSMOUTH TASK 01

Who is Willow?

"Willow Rosenburg. I think I'm the best dang software engineer anyone can ask for." She stood up firmly before sitting down. Willow paused. "I still can't work late nights though, that's when I skype my mom."

Willow would describe as the girl's girl. Someone who sees someone and gives them the shirt of their back. But she knows she's flawed as the draw of magic makes her feel things she's not to use to....

What is their goal? Whether it's saving the world or graduating college, short term or long term, what is your character looking for?

Willow slightly regretted missing that STAR method interview seminar right now. She really is going to say the generic reply. But she knew she can at least redeem herself with the next question. "A position at your company with benefits and a good work life balance."

Willow wants to look for balance in her magic and normal life as well. She feels without the balance how can she help others without helping herself.

When was this goal chosen? What triggered this goal? Was it an external event or internal?

"It's been a goal since I saw the company website." Willow said nodding and making eye contact with the interviewer. She made a mental note that to get a solid goal next interview.

Ever since her magic was acting up again, she wants to control and have balance.

Where do they go from here? This could be either your muses future plans, or it could be answered ooc with what you would like to do with your muse and their plots.

"How about a third round interview." She said sliding her business card across the desk. It was holographic so hopefully it stood out.

For Willow I'm definetely trying to do the hero's journey and putting herself first. Curious to see if the nature prevents the darkness of magic taking over her or not*

*with mod permission of course

Why did you choose the quote for your character? An explanation on why the words chosen for your application pertain to your muse. Whether it was a quote that hit you, or it defines them as characters

I feel like the don't tell your life is over part really represents Willow's growth, she really faced adversity in school and if it wasn't for her gang she would be lost. The rush is her magic pertaining to willow as well trying new things. I think it really fits her.

#hellsmouth.task #hellsmouth.intro

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caught-in-the-filter · 4 years ago

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Emma Was Cold

A Neverland smut fic for @neverlandnewyear and @csjanuaryjoy

Summary: Emma Swan finds that Neverland nights get surprisingly cold. Luckily, Captain Hook has some experience in keeping warm.

4006 Words; Rated: E; AO3

A/N: This is basically Neverland PWP. It was inspired by something I commented in the CS Movie Marathon Discord a while back, and I never expected to actually write the thing myself. This is the first full smut fic I’m publicly posting with one of my urls attached, so I’m both excited and scared to share it. First, I need to give a huge shoutout to all the lovely people on the CSMM, CSNLNY, and CSJJ Discords for all their encouragement and assistance while I struggled to write this fic. Special shoutouts to @teamhook, @kmomof4, @hollyethecurious, and @donteattheappleshook for reviewing bits of the doc for me as I went along and being super supportive, and especially to Maddie for also giving it a last minute full review once I finished it and helping me with edits. Also a big thank you to the mods for running these amazing events and for working together to allow us to cross-post between the two.

Alright, here we go....

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“Are you alright, Swan?” Hook asked as he turned toward Emma to find her shivering where she lay a few feet away from him, his question prompted by the fact that he could actually hear the clacking sound of her teeth chattering.

“I’m f-fine,” Emma answered, curling further into herself as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms beneath the threadbare blanket that provided her with such little warmth. Who’d have thought Neverland would get so cold at night? She wished she’d worn more than a thin tank top, which served her well during the blazing heat of the day but offered no protection from the cool temperatures she faced now.

“Are you sure?” he prodded with a smirk, “If you’d like me to keep you warm, love, you need only ask. I’d be more than willing to—”

“I said I’m fine,” Emma snapped, “and I’m not your love.”

“Suit yourself.” Hook rolled back onto his side. “Like everything else on this island, Neverland nights are not kind. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

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Emma was cold, so cold that she couldn’t stop shaking despite her best efforts. Tensing only made it worse, but she just couldn’t relax either. She cursed herself under her breath, knowing she shouldn’t give in but desperate for the rest she knew she’d never find in such a state.

“Hook?” she whispered, padding over to where he lay apart from the rest, half hoping he would already be asleep.

“Hm?” He turned toward her once more, the smirk returning to his face and burning a hole right through her.

Emma wondered if the embarrassment that set fire to her cheeks would be enough to warm her, but she’d already gained his attention.

“Did you have a change of heart then, love?” Hook questioned. “Are you ready to warm up to me? Or with me, I should say.”

“Nevermind,” Emma rolled her eyes and stepped away from him in annoyance, hoping he couldn’t see her shivering.

“Swan—”

“No.”

“Swan, please look at me,” he pleaded, more softly than she’d have expected. She turned toward him impatiently, ready to go off on him if necessary, but found a gentle look in his eyes and let him continue.

“I may be a bit brash when it comes to making my interest known, Emma, but I assure you I am nothing if not a gentleman. Neverland is a cruel place and I would not wish to make it any more so. If we are to share warmth in a strictly practical manner, so be it.” He waved her over to him, his hooked arm outstretched in invitation to serve as her pillow. “You need rest, and I won’t let you freeze to death in your sleep before we rescue your boy.”

Emma approached him with caution, hesitating before she sat and turned her back to him as she rested her head on his arm. She wondered how he could sleep in that leather duster of his, but as he held her close, pressing his chest flush against her back but making a point to turn his hips away from her, and draped the thick material of the coat over her as well, she realized just how comfortable it actually was. She wouldn’t admit to the sudden and surprising sense of calm that washed over her as she settled next to him, but in the unexplainable safety, it didn’t take long before she was sound asleep.

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Though it was still dark when she awoke, Emma felt as refreshed as if she’d had a full night’s sleep, a feeling and a feat she hadn’t achieved in a very long time. She huffed out a breath with a roll of her eyes when she realized she’d been pinned by Hook’s other arm which curled loosely around her middle. He must have turned in his sleep, somehow gently enough to not wake her. Her instincts said to shove him away, but he had been decent enough to respect her boundaries in his offer. And, after all, she was much warmer this way, which was the whole point of moving closer together.

He suddenly shifted in his sleep again, and Emma gasped when she felt his clothed warmth brush against her denim-clad ass. Wait, was he actually hard?! Before she could stop herself, Emma let out an involuntary moan when he rubbed against her again and she immediately froze, wide-eyed and praying he didn’t hear her as all the heat they’d shared travelled south, save for that which reddened her cheeks. After a moment had passed without a reaction from him, she allowed herself to relax again, only to be suddenly pulled closer to him.

“Sounds like you liked that, Swan?” Hook remarked and rolled his hips ever so slightly. She could sense the shit-eating grin returning to his smug face.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he did it again before she responded, “Please, you couldn’t handle it,” and returned the motion, surprising him with the unexpected reciprocation.

“I do love a challenge. But tell me something, love,” he said, his hand traveling down towards her waistband, passing over the zipper and slipping between her thighs as his lips hovered over her neck and his hot breath seared her flesh, “can you handle staying quiet?” He lifted her leg and draped it over his own, giving himself the space to cup her through her jeans. “Everyone else is still asleep, and in any case it’s still too dark to journey on.” He placed a kiss just below her ear and continued, his voice a low growl just above a whisper, “Just say the word, I can help you ease your mind for a while.” The corner of his lips twitched upward as he teasingly flexed his fingers against her and added, “And the ache you might be feeling, if that moan were any indication.”

Emma silently cursed herself for letting that sound escape from her lips, and once more for what she knew she was about to give in to so quickly. He was right, she could use a distraction from her racing mind now that she was more awake again, and he was a damn tempting one. Her breath hitched when he caught her earlobe between his teeth and tugged, eliciting another soft moan from deep within her, and her decision was made.

“Yes.”

“Yes what, love?” he asked, nosing down her neck until his mouth latched onto the space between it and her shoulder, nipping and sucking her flesh and laving over it with his tongue.

“Yes, I can stay quiet.” Her hand reached up to find purchase in his hair, encouraging him to continue his claim of her collarbone. “Yes, I want you to ease my… well, everything.” He chuckled at that, the vibration of his laughter against her skin sending a chill down her spine.

“As you wish.” Hook wasted no time popping the button on Emma’s jeans, pulling down the zipper, and slipping his hand beneath the denim. “Oh?” He said, his eyebrow raised in wonder at the soft, thin material covering his goal. He rubbed his fingers over it, feeling her arousal soaking through it as he teased her. “You certainly do.” Hook pushed her panties aside and sank two fingers inside her.

“Ohh fuck,” Emma choked back another moan, the sinful sounds as he plunged them into her dripping core again and again filling the air instead. His rings bit into her skin with every thrust, the cool metal a jarring, yet welcome counter to the hot friction they were creating. She rocked her hips to meet him each time, and his breathing grew ragged as he rutted himself against the curve of her ass in synchrony. As Emma’s movements grew frantic, Hook’s slowed to a stop, and Emma groaned in protest when he removed his fingers from inside her, dragging them through her folds to brush her clit for just a moment.

“Not yet, Swan.” Hook carefully slipped his arm out from beneath her head and gently turned her towards himself so that she lay on her back. Getting to his knees and stripping off his duster, he knelt between her spread legs. “I’m a fan of every part of you, and I intend to show you just how much of a fan I am.”

He slipped his hooked arm beneath her tank only to find his access to her breasts blocked by another bit of material. Lifting the top to reveal the offending garment, he looped his prosthetic beneath it, the tip of the hook scraping against her skin as he did, and tugged. He noted that the small scrap of fabric differed from the corsets he was used to removing from women he’d bedded in the past but assumed it would be no less easy to snap than the laces he’d encountered on them.

“Hey!” Emma caught his wrist before he could succeed in his efforts. “I need this! Let me just….” She sat up for a moment to take off her tank top and undo the clasps at her back so she could toss her bra aside. “There.”

“Apologies, love,” Hook said, “and thank you.” He guided her back down with his hand just beneath her now exposed breast, thumbing at her tightening nipple as his mouth tended to the other. “Bloody magnificent, these are,” he mumbled against her as he teased them to stiff peaks. Emma tried to relax as the throbbing between her legs became almost unbearable and she longed for more friction to soothe it.

When he was at last satisfied, Hook released her nipple from his mouth with a resounding pop, flicked it a few times with the curve of his hook for good measure, and gave the same treatment to the other, relishing the way she squirmed beneath him as he nibbled and sucked and kneaded.

Emma gasped when the cold air rushed over her wet skin as Hook finished with her breasts and slid his body lower between her legs, trailing sloppy kisses down her abdomen along the way until he reached the top of her jeans.

Glancing up at her, he kept his eyes on hers as he gently tucked his fingers and hook just under the edge of her waistband.

“May I?” he asked, waiting for her approval to proceed.

“Yes,” she answered, “god, yes.” He grinned at that and very slowly tugged her jeans down her legs, distracted by the view of the place where his hand had been, covered only by the thin strip of fabric that had grown damp beneath his touch, pausing for a moment to slip off her boots when he reached them before removing the denim completely.

“You,” Hook said as he took in the sight of her almost completely naked form, “are absolutely stunning, Swan.” He scanned her body a moment longer, watching the blush spread over her cheeks and across her chest as she flushed pink under his desirous scrutiny. He nosed along the creases of her thighs and up the material that hid his goal before taking the top hem between his teeth, pulling it down until it hung from his mouth and letting it fall beside her on the blanket beneath them.

Fuck, that was hot, Emma thought to herself as she watched him lower his head and raise his hungry gaze to hers. The smirk on his face made her wonder for a moment if she had actually said it out loud.

Any concern she had about her comment was swept away as he gently flattened his tongue against her slick flesh, never breaking eye contact as he slowly licked an inquisitive stripe along her folds, dipping it between them just enough to pass over her clit before departing. The shiver that passed through her whole body at the contact was enough to make him do it twice more before diving in as deep as he could and mapping her inner walls with his tongue. He mumbled soft praises as he worked her—“Delicious…. Exquisite…. Divine….”—without ever fully pulling away to say them, too lost in the taste of her, as if he couldn’t get enough and didn’t want to lose even a drop of her essence. Soon he found the spot that made her hips buck and her thighs pull together, pressing against the sides of his head, and he reintroduced his fingers inside her as he licked at the spot relentlessly, knowing she grew ever closer to her release.

His scruff raked against her skin as her legs locked around him, her heels digging into his back, and she knew the raw streaks of raised red would burn later as they continued through Neverland on foot. But with the way he was making her feel in that moment, she figured it would be worth it.

The shaking overtook her suddenly and her back arched as he gave a particularly strong suck on her clit, and she came as he continued to fuck her with his hand and mouth. He reached up to silence her by pressing the curve of his hook to her lips as an overwhelmed cry caught in her throat. Taking the prosthetic into her mouth, she gently bit down on it and laved over it with her tongue to distract herself from the way he tended to her dripping core in kind. He lapped at her entrance until her waves of pleasure receded and she relaxed against the blanket, their chests heaving in an attempt to catch their breaths. He crawled over her body, hovering above her looking absolutely wrecked before he’d even been touched, his chin glistening with her release and his eyes blown wide with insatiable desire.

Their mouths crashed together and he laced his fingers through her golden locks while her hands anchored in the hair at the nape of his neck. She tasted herself on him as she traced his lips with her tongue and opened hers in invitation for his further exploration.

“You, my wanton lass, are far from quiet.” Hook attacked Emma’s lips with his own, her false rebuttal lost before it could be voiced as his tongue dipped between them and pulled her bottom lip between his teeth upon its retreat.

Emma hadn’t seen him reach for the panties he’d discarded next to her earlier until he pulled away and sat back on his haunches as he replaced his tongue with the wet scrap of material.

“Any other time, I’d love nothing more than to hear how I make you feel, but given the circumstances…,” he trailed off with a glance in the direction of their slumbering company not too far away, before returning his gaze to Emma with a smirk. “Luckily, there are ways to assist you.” He leaned over her once more to whisper in her ear, “Perhaps another time we can meet on my ship, sail far from the shore, just the two of us, and I’ll make you produce all manner of sounds for only me to hear. Hm?”

If he were expecting an answer, Emma couldn’t give him one. She told herself this was a one-time thing, just a way to blow off some steam and clear her head before the next long stretch of their journey through this land of mysterious horrors she wished she’d never have had to encounter like this. She wished Neverland could have stayed a story, though she wouldn’t admit out loud that she did prefer this real version of the fearsome Captain Hook.

Well, that and she now had a mouthful of cotton.

Emma watched as he unlaced his trousers, and she found herself unable to look away when he took himself in hand and passed the tip of his cock along her folds, aligning himself with her entrance before he stopped.

“Swan?” Hook said, bringing her out of her distracted stupor and calling her attention to his searching eyes, all of his bravado gone and replaced with a serious, patient tone. “Emma, are you sure?”

She hadn’t expected him to ask again, and that consideration for her wishes she hadn’t often encountered, paired with his rare use of her first name, only increased her desire to say yes. Unable to actually speak it, she held his gaze, hoping hers looked just as soft, and gently brushed her fingers down his cheek before she trailed them down his arms and gripped his hips with an encouraging nod.

Emma bit down hard on her makeshift gag and her head lolled back as he slowly sheathed himself inside her, the stretch burning in the best way with every inch as her body responded to his entrance with slick heat until he was fully seated within her. The feel of her around him took his breath away, and Hook braced himself on his elbows at either side of her as his head fell forward next to hers and he panted over her shoulder.

“Gods, you’re fucking perfect,” Hook whispered in her ear through gritted teeth. He finally began to move, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as he pulled back and slid home again and again. She pivoted her hips to meet him with each thrust, feeling a euphoric fullness every time she took him in deep that left her softly whimpering in protest upon his retreats.

It was too much and not enough and just right all at once. Emma’s hands slipped beneath Hook’s shirt and she raked her nails up and down his back before digging them into his flesh as she scrabbled for purchase to steady herself beneath him, and to draw him ever closer to her.

Her mouth grew dry as the material between her teeth absorbed what little moisture wasn’t being expelled from her body in arousal and sweat. She wanted to kiss him, but even if she could, his mouth was otherwise engaged, sucking a mark into the side of her neck before tonguing at the hollow of her throat on its way to brand her collarbone. She couldn’t be bothered to care if anyone would see the evidence of his claim, not while he was giving her nothing but pleasure as his hips snapped with purpose.

“Come for me, Emma.” Hook’s fingers returned to her clit to circle and tease it as they both neared their releases. “Let me feel you come on my cock.” He groaned louder than he meant to when her hands cupped his ass through his trousers. “I won’t last much longer, love.”

He almost lost it when she gripped him tighter and nodded with a downward glance before meeting and holding his gaze.

“Fuck, Emma,” he breathed, a lightheadedness overtaking him as everything inside him tensed and he slammed into her with abandon. Looping his hook under the edge of her panties that peeked out from between her lips, he tugged the material to remove it without wasting time to toss it aside, letting it drape over his prosthetic as he filled her mouth with his tongue instead in a hot slide.

“Killian,” she moaned in a whisper against his eager lips, finally able to speak to some extent as he ravished both her mouth and her aching core.

“What?” He said in breathless surprise, unsure of whether he’d heard her correctly or imagined it with his own pulse pounding in his head, his hungry and frantic eyes flitting from side to side as they searched hers. A soft smile spread across his face. That was the first word she’d spoken, not even his more colorful moniker she’d been accustomed to using, but—

“Killian,” she called him by his name again, feeling that same dizzy high he felt as she rocked forward into him. “Yes. Yes.”

Something inside him snapped, and he muffled his pleasured cries against her lips as he poured himself inside her, relentlessly thumbing at her clit to bring her to release. A rush of heat spread through her body as his cock pulsed inside her, and her walls fluttered around him as she rose and fell with him.

He pulled back for a moment and caught the thick whitish fluid that dripped from her core with the tip of his cock before pushing it deeper inside her with a desperate grunt until they both finally slowed their movements to a stop.

“That was—” Hook, the man full of innuendos, fell speechless as he carefully held himself above her, propped up on his elbows, and let his forehead drop to hers as he panted with hot breath over her lips.

A one-time thing, Emma wanted so badly to say, but she had trouble even believing herself then. The way he made her feel, the way she knew he felt, the way they felt together. None of it felt like a one-time thing. She knew what those were, but this right here with him, this could be so much more. And it both thrilled and terrified her.

“I know,” she said instead, trying desperately to process everything that had just happened, and everything she might have wished would happen in the future, if they’d have a future at all. Would they?

She subtly shook her head in an attempt to clear it and pulled him to her for another kiss before she lifted her panties off his hook and pressed her other hand to his chest where it was exposed by the low neckline of his shirt and vest, following his body with hers as she guided him back so she could sit upright. Flattening the material over her palm, she passed it between her folds and stared into the depths of his ocean blue eyes as she rubbed the damp cotton over his wet cock, making his jaw drop as his breath hitched in his throat.

“We can’t leave a mess, now can we?” Emma smirked. Pumping him with her covered hand, she took his cock into her mouth, and he hissed when she passed her tongue over the tip and groaned around him at the taste as it leaked a bit more of his release.

“Gods, Emma,” Hook stuttered as he leaned back on his hand for support before he stilled her by catching her wrist with his hook, and she released him with a soft pop and a mischievous smirk as she looked up at him. “Keep doing that, love, and there’s going to be a much more obvious tell.”

“Fine,” she conceded with a sigh, getting to her feet and slipping on her wrecked panties with a taunting wiggle of her hips as she pulled them up under the weight of his entranced gaze until he realized he’d been staring and cast his eyes toward the ground. She’d probably feel it later, the sweltering heat of the Neverland sun bound to leave her feeling stickier than its induced sweat already would, but knowing he’d know that his effects on her would be keeping her wet long after they’d finished their more enjoyable activities… well, her own potential discomfort would be a cross she’d be willing to bear without regret.

She continued to get dressed, and he gave her the decency of turning his back to her as she did and as he righted himself as well, an admittedly unnecessary gesture after the rather indecent act they’d just committed together, but oddly endearing nonetheless.

“Here, love,” Hook picked up his duster and held it open in offering for her to wear, but she waved him off with a smile.

“I’m okay now, thanks. It suits you better anyway. And besides,” Emma winked at him, “I think I prefer sharing it.”

Hook swirled it around himself with a dramatic flair to put it on, tucked his hand and hook in the pockets, and reached out to enwrap Emma in the heavy leather with him, eliciting a giggle as he held her close.

She certainly wasn’t cold anymore.

#csnlny #csjj2021 #captain swan #cs smut #cs ff #neverland smut #emma was cold #cs neverland new year #cs january joy #Captain swan neverland new year #captain swan january joy #csnlny2021 #csjj #kayla writes #my writing #my cs ff

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bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture · 4 years ago

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Part one of three for the Izuku vs Shouto match. Let’s get it done.

[No. 38 - Todoroki vs. Midoriya]

No cover page, just diving right into the chapter. Ochako rejoins the rest of the class in the stands, asking Tenya and Tokoyami whether the match has started yet, and that she has to see this. Tenya, meanwhile, is a bit more concerned about how swollen Ochako’s eyes and face look, fretting over whether she was blinded and that she should hurry up and go see Recovery Girl. Ochako assures him she already did, and that this is from… something else. Tenya remarks that she’s not having the best of days. Tokoyami tells her not to regret her loss, just learn from it and move on. Ochako agrees, then focused on the match, wondering how Izuku is gonna deal with the ice.

Briefly, we slide over to where Shigaraki is watching on his computer. Sensei, through the microphone, tells him to observe and learn, because those two (Izuku and Shouto) may someday become obstacles in his path. Shigaraki calls it a load of crap.

Shigaraki’s room is… huh. Can definitely see that one article with All Might, but the other stuff… other heroes? And hero figurines? Not to mention he just has. Bags of (presumably) trash in his room. Overall, I… don’t quite know what to say about it.

We get one panel of Inko still crying over Izuku, the floor covered in a large mass of wadded tissues and empty boxes of tissues. Then we shift to the stadium, where the teachers are seated. Thirteen recognizes the two as the ones who tried to save Toshinori back at the USJ, which Toshinori confirms. He thinks back on those rescues, stating that he can’t put his finger on it, but the two are connected in some way.

(Interesting expression on Endeavor’s face as well. Wonder if Izuku got under his skin a bit?)

On the arena floor, Izuku and Shouto both analyse their opponents - Izuku knows Shouto’s going to come at him with his ice, while Shouto thinks of how risky it would be if he let Izuku fire off that power. Both conclude that as soon as the match starts, they attack - and so they do.

Shouto throws ice forward, while Izuku pulls his middle finger back with his thumb and aims before flicking it, blasting away all the ice and sending a cold wave across the stadium. Shouto expected as much, thinking on how Izuku is determined to counter, even if it means destroying himself.

Present Mic plays up how Izuku smashed through the ice. Toshinori notes how Izuku had no way of knowing how strong Shouto’s attack would be, so he didn’t stick with five percent - he used a full 100% blast! But it does make sense, with no other way to defend against that ice. Shouto sends out another wave, which Izuku smashes again.

Izuku is definitely feeling the pain, but forcing himself to focus on the match instead of his broken fingers. From what he’s seen, Shouto’s fights always end in a flash, so he hasn’t learned much from watching them. He’ll have to learn while fighting; he’ll just observe and look for an opening… The ice behind Shouto is most like a counter strategy to keep from getting blown away. In that case, using a finger was the right choice, since he might even be able to handle a 100% arm sacrificing smash. Observe, calculate, find an opening! He’s got six shots left!

Shouto seems to realize just how stubborn Izuku plans on being, and grits his own teeth, once again sending ice at Izuku. A third finger is sacrificed to the cause.

Kirishima finally rejoins the class in the stands, put out that the match already started. Kaminari congratulates him on getting to the second round. Kirishima thanks him, then notes that he’s up against Katsuki next. Katsuki states he’ll kill Kirishima, which Kirishima laughs off while saying he’d like to see him try. Kirishima then notes how Katsuki and Shouto can fire off as many of those crazy-strong attacks as they want.

Katsuki tells Kirishima to not be an idiot, much to his confusion. Katsuki then goes on to explain: Strain your muscles, and you’ll tear them. Run too much, and you’ll be out of breath. Quirks are still physical abilities. Even Shouto has to have some kind of limit. Katsuki privately notes his own limits in how much power he can put out - that’s why he thought up those mods for his costume that let him fire off more explosions that he can usually handle.

Kirishima figures Katsuki is right, then guesses that against the instant-kill, Izuku is trying to stretch the match out. Abet, Shouto is technically the one finishing that train of thought, before stating that that won’t be happening, and that he’ll end this quickly. Izuku is forces to use the last finger on his right hand to deflect the next ice wave, while Shouto rushes forward to close the gap.

Shouto runs up his wave of ice while Izuku switches to his left hand, only for Shouto to leap over the blast of air, right over Izuku’s head. He tries to slam down directly onto Izuku, but Izuku throws himself backwards just in time. Shouto lashes out with ice to try and capture Izuku from up close; Izuku’s foot is caught as he realizes Shouto’s too close. He lashes out, sending an even large blast of air that Shouto is forced to brace himself against. Shouto notes how they was a lot stronger than Izuku’s early attacks, and asks if Izuku is telling him to stay back.

Izuku is… not looking in great shape.

Izuku notes how Shouto is way more than just his quirk; he has excellent judgement, execution, mobility… everything about him is strong! Shouto comments on Izuku only defending and dodging, and that it’s taking a toll on him. However, Izuku’s noticed something interesting - Shouto is shivering.

The crowds chatter about the match, noting how Shouto is already stronger than most pros, as expected of the son of the no. 2 hero. Shouto is ticked off at the commentary. He apologizes to Izuku for all this. He still appreciates it, though. Thanks to Izuku, Endeavor isn’t looking too happy with the match. Izuku flashes back to Shouto’s comment on denying Endeavor everything. Shouto continues speaking - with both hands destroyed, Izuku can’t fight anymore. So it’s time to end this.

Present Mic comments on Shouto’s relentless assault continuing, wondering whether this next attack will win it all. However, Izuku is not done yet, flinging out another blast at Shouto to smash the ice.

Both Toshinori and Katsuki seem shocked at this development, while Shouto, who was not expecting it, is almost flung out of the ring before he can catch himself at the edge with his ice. Shouto realizes that he’s still using his broken fingers, and asks why Izuku is going that far. Izuku notes that Shouto is shivering. Quirks are still just physical abilities - there must be a limit to how much cold he can bear. But then, he could always use his left side to thaw himself out, right?

Everyone is giving it their all - to win, to achieve their goals, to make it to the top. And Shouto is going to win with half his power?

...I think that last line is supposed to be that ‘you haven’t put a scratch on me’, because phrased like this, it feels weird? Ah well.

Izuku demands Shouto give everything he’s got, and to come at him. Up in the stands, Endeavor thinks back to Izuku’s pointed comment about Shouto not being him, while Shouto wants to know what Izuku is planning.

And so ends the chapter. Man, I just. Can’t stop thinking about what the people in the stadium are hearing and thinking about all this. Because they clearly CAN hear what’s being said, but without all the context… sigh.

Anywho, see y’all Wednesday with part two of the match.

#chapter 38 #sports festival arc #readthrough #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #Kirishima Eijirou #Iida Tenya #Tokoyami Fumikage #yagi toshinori #part one of three of this match

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good-rwbyaus · 5 years ago

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@honorable-asshole: I need you to know this is absolutely amazing. And for a title might I suggest "rising snow," since the mid is both rising to the occasion and trying to prevent the collapse of what probably amounts to the world economy?

#Rising Snow AU :: Pieces 12-14 :: mod lilac [ first ] [ previous ]

honorable-asshole asked: Au where Whitley has actually been running the bank accounts since he was young and keeping the group financially viable

// This AU’s name is Rising Snow now. xD. Thank you to honorable-asshole, both the AU namer and the AU inspirer. 8). Runner up for title namer is azdfox for Whit and Wit. - lilac

12. Impression

It didn’t take long to get a response. After Klein and he had their discussion about Acacia, he found his scroll ringing the next day despite it being set to ‘do not disturb’. It was from an unknown caller with a nonsensical 22-digit number, but he didn’t need to be a genius to figure out who it was.

Click.

“I see you’re the big bosss now,” said the woman on the line; he could hear a slight electronic hum resonating with her voice, a blatantly obvious attempt at voice modulation. So blatant that it told him that she wanted him to know - suppose that was one form of sincerity. Despite the voice mask though, it couldn’t hide the drunken slur in her words, one that he couldn’t help but be irritated by.

“Only until Father comes back," he still spoke back neutrally, leaning back on his chair and away from the piling paperwork, "so you’re Acacia.”

A long pause. How drunk was this lady?

"I am,” Acacia continued, “so when are you plotttting the hostile -hic- takeover?”

He couldn’t help but snort at that. Come to think of it... that’s what he was doing now, wasn’t he? Undermining his father’s authority and trying to find where all the skeletons lie. Because he had to be the one in control in the end. His father never treated the Schnee Dust Company as a business but as his own personal piggy bank, and now that the bank was running out, the Schnees were in danger of being left with nothing.

And he wouldn’t be surprised if his father left himself an out. What would it be? A private penthouse in Mistral? A couple offshore bank accounts in Vale? Who knows? It ticked him off greatly, but he had more important things to do than indulge in pointless anger.

‘You must not like my Father very much,” he returned.

"I don’t,” the woman said sternly, probably the most sober thing she said. “Your father took everything from me.”

“Then why help his son?” Whitley asked.

"You are you. Your father is your father."

“That’s not enough to reassure me,” Whitley said sharply, “You show up drunk to our first meeting, are using a voice modulator, and don’t even show your face. Are you even taking this seriously? The only reason why I’m entertaining you right now is because of Klein’s assurances that I can trust you.”

He heard something like a choke in the background and then a click. He quickly glanced at his scroll - they weren’t disconnected - she must’ve muted herself.

Another click.

“...Klein’s a good man,” the voice hiccupped out, though her voice sounded more strained - hoarse even.

“He is. But I still don’t trust you. From what I heard, you’re not just a secretary but an expert on technological surveillance,” Whitley replied, “If I let you into the system, I very well may be letting a wolf in.”

“...You can’t keep me out in the firssst placee,” Acacia slurred.

“Prove it,” Whitley said.

The sound of typing filled his ears before it quickly stopped.

“My show of -hic- sincerity,” she quietly said.

His scroll suddenly went dark and turned back on. Numerous video feeds popped into view. The kitchen, his sisters’ bedrooms, Klein in the kitchen, the dining room, the lounge, his own bedroom... Alarmed, he turned towards the bookcase to his side before looking down at the scroll in his hands - it was tracking him.

He hurriedly walked over and quickly pulled out a book that had a pin-sized hole within it. The scroll’s feed followed wherever he pointed. And the Schnee Mansion was covered in these cameras?! It was impossible for it not to be an inside job then. He shook in rage. Was his father seriously that paranoid about maintaining power - that he’d spy on his own family!?

His attention returned to the scroll. He took a few calming breaths.

“I’ve received your sincerity well,” he finally let out, “Another thing that my father will have to answer for.”

Another long quiet moment.

“I... yes," the voice stuttered out quietly, “...you trust me now?”

“I can trust you to put your money where your mouth is,” Whitley corrected, “That’s probably as good a foundation we’re going to get for our working relationship, since you’re clearly not going to reveal your identity. Is Acacia even your real name?”

He then shook his head.

“Actually you know what? It doesn’t matter now. As of right now, you and Klein are the only assets I have,” Whitley said with a long exhale. A loyal butler and a drunk secretary, better than being alone with this mess.

‘....Regardless of what happens, I’ll be by youur side,” the voice said, “even if you decide to driiive this company into the ground.”

Acacia... sounded oddly sincere about that, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the fact the woman was completely sloshed.

“I thought you loved the company,” Whitley asked.

“I loved the people in it,” she said mournfully, “I admired your granddad...” She paused, “Since you have his blood, as far as I’m concerned, the company is yours to do as you see fit.”

“You know that Winter and Weiss are the true heiresses, right? If you really wanted to get the company back up, shouldn’t you be asking them?” Whitley questioned.

“Do they -hic- look like they want anything to do with it?”

“Hahaha,” Whitley couldn’t help but laugh at himself. That was true. The prize he always strived for was looked upon as garbage by his older sisters - and what was more ironic was that the company was actually garbage. Was he really the only blind one here? He sighed before he shook his head, banishing the useless self-pity away.

“It’s their loss. I’m going to save this company,” Whitley declared, “I’m going to make sure we’re so entrenched in Atlas - in Remnant - that no one will dare do anything to the Schnees.”

He closed his eyes and looked down at his scroll.

“Will you help me towards that goal?” he asked.

“Like I said, it’s your company,” the voice replied, “I’ll go as far as you want to go, President Schnee.”

He smiled.

President Schnee. He liked the sound of that. But first things first.

“Then since you’ve clearly shown yourself in, let’s begin. I need the budget reports starting from last year...”

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13. Efficiency

Having Acacia on board for the past several days made his job easier. No longer did he have to sift through unimportant garbage such as meeting schedules or planning dinners or cafeteria food requests. She instead triaged his work, sending documents where they actually needed to go - he suspected she had a digital stamp with his signature on it - and made sure things got done in the background. Despite the questionable legality and hole in oversight, he found it a welcome thing. He could finally focus on more important matters such as where all his company’s money went or the increasing unrest down at the Mantle mining sites.

He’d seen signs of his company’s corruption back when he took a glance at the budget. R & D had been a black hole where money goes in and nothing comes out. Transport and Delivery had been ‘losing’ more and more Dust shipments. Customer Support was full of idiots he’d fired on the first few day of his job. Security has been demanding more funds to deal with the so-called Faunus threat without any actual evidence to their claims.

The only thing that’s made profit at all was Dust Mining and Surveying, which was personally managed by the President. It was literally the only thing that was holding this company together.

He picked up his scroll and sent a voice message.

“Acacia. I’ve gone through the budget. I’ll be requiring your expertise. I’ll need information on the following people before I meet them two days from n-”

Klein walked in, not with a milkshake, but with a bowl of spaghetti.

“Klein, I said I wanted a milkshake, not this.”

“You’ve been drinking milkshakes for two days now, Master Whitley, ” Klein said, “Acacia has again expressed... concern.”

He sighed as he grumpily stared at the bowl, picking up his fork.

“Is she your boss or am I your boss?” he grumbled at both phone and Klein, though no heat was in his tone. He knew Klein was looking out for him, though he was surprised Acacia did too.

He smiled faintly as he began eating the pasta.

His parents might not care for him and his sisters, but at least he still had people willing to stand by his side.

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14. Threat

Several men, dressed in suits and blazers, sat inside a large board room; the last chair at the end of the table had yet to be filled. All of them seemed annoyed at being called at this late hour. “What’s going on?”

“Beats me. I was being attended by a masseuse when I got the emergency order.”

“Stop complaining. I was with my mistress when it happened. You know how uncomfortable it is to take that pill and not-”

“Shut it. Isn’t the president supposed to be on vacation?”

“Then how did this emergency meeting get called?”

“Because I called it,” Whitley spoke as he opened the door to the board room. Wearing a navy blue suit complete with a sky blue tie, he adjusted his silver cufflinks slightly and sat down at the end chair. “Gentlemen.”

“Whitley Schnee,” the man to the left of him said in a fawning expression, “haven’t seen you since the last dinn-”

“Shut it, Samson,” he interrupted.

“What?” Samson, the CEO of R&D, questioned blankly before he quickly stood up, yelling “What’d you say you little bra-”

“I told you all to shut it,” Whitley growled as he glared back into the now hostile room, “Do you know what all you scum here have in common?”

“You’ve all stolen money from my company. Hundreds of millions of Lien,” he announced and turned on the projector with a push of the remote. Budget statements with padded numbers crossed out and the corrected ones filled in appeared on the screen, complete with department names. Bank transfers to personal accounts could be seen.

Several members of the company’s board had looks of astonishment while others maintained a perfect poker face.

“You shouldn’t make false accusations.”

“This is all fake!”

“Do you think you’re actually the president?”

“As far as all of you are concerned, I am,” Whitley countered, slowly standing up and turning his back to them, “Klein, please pass my esteemed associates their information packets.”

The butler quietly yet swiftly delivered a manila folder to every one of the room’s inhabitants. Several of them began looking through the contents and immediately became pale.

“Some of you... Most of you - by virtue of your thieving - have committed crimes that could be considered treason to the Kingdom of Atlas,” Whitley quietly spoke to the now silent room.

He turned his head immediately to a balding bespectacled man, “Lexington, the heating coils in Mantle should last for a decade per our agreement with the Kingdom of Atlas, so why did you construct them with material that would only work four or five years at best?” he asked before adding, “That’s pretty shifty, especially in light of your recent purchase of a mansion whose price happens to match the missing portion of the budget. Horrible correlation, right?”

“And Rex, what happened to the protective walls down at Mantle,” he asked in a kind tone, smiling, “They should’ve been finished a year ago, so why are we still two years behind?”

His smile shifted to a disdainful frown, “Tch.”

“As for the rest of you, you should find that my money is not easily taken. The folders will easily show that I know where all your skeletons lie.”

Quiet murmurs filled the room. Some of them clandestinely attempted to use their scrolls, only to find they had no signal - Acacia’s work.

“What do you want us to do?” Samson said, the fastest thinking of the lot. That was why he was the closest ally of his father - ally: his father didn’t have friends.

“At least you’re smart. Not smart enough to stop yourself from stealing from my company, but still...” Whitley replied, which made the man redden with anger, “You will all sign documents to the effect that you are willingly transferring your stocks to me. After confirmation of the transfer, you will then resign,” Whitley calmly said, “If you do those two things, I will keep what I’ve learned under my belt, and we all walk away happy.”

“What?”

“Don’t go too far, kid.”

“You think you’ll survive if you dare take on all of us,” one of the CEOs replied, “Tch. I’m done with this farce.”

Just as the CEO stood up, Whitley delivered his ulitmatum, “should anyone leave here without doing those two things, I release everyone’s information to Atlas.”

“The company won’t survive if you do tha-”

“What you’re doing is a crime. This is blackmai-”

“No, no, no. This isn’t blackmail,” Whitley interrupted with a laugh, “this is simply a business deal, a mere trading of worthless stock for your valuable lives. Now if you think that what I’m doing is a crime...” He shrugged, “I guess I have no choice but to report these things to the proper authorities.”

The room fell silent at that.

“As for the company, you’re right. Losing a lot of important assets at once will impact the company,” he lightly said before glaring at them, “Luckily, all of you are leeches and don’t fall under that category.”

Lexington bristled.

“If you release that information on us, have you not thought about what will happen to your father?”

Whitley chuckled.

“Oh I certainly have. My father will likely go to jail after all this, and I’ll probably have to go on TV and talk about how sorry I am about my father’s crimes and that I’ll work hard to atone in his place,” he replied, “Troublesome things, yes. And of little worth, since I do agree that the Schnees will be a very hated name in the Kingdom for quite some time.”

“But we’ll at least have the opportunity to recover. The rest of you on the other hand...” he chuckled darkly, "...will probably have long met the firing squad.”

“And as for those of you who think they can escape, do you really think your connections will mean anything once General Ironwood gets ahold of you?”

The room became quiet once more as they considered the question.

“I thought so,” Whitley finished with a calm smile, a smile that these ruthless businessmen would be seeing in their nightmares - the smile of a son willing to sacrifice his own father for his goals. Everything that he wanted to show, he let them see.

“So no more objections? Shall we start the transfer of assets then?”

#rising snow au #whitley schnee #klein sieben #rwby au #rwby #rwby fic #mod lilac

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askaceattorney · 4 years ago

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Turnabout Memories

Hello and hap’piraki, everyone!

(Whoa... Déjà vu.)

Now that we’re finally nearing the end of this (*twitch, twitch*) year, and now that I’m preparing to step off this blog for a time, I’d like to take a moment to reminisce about all the ground we’ve covered since the day I first discovered the uniquely fun experience of Ask Ace Attorney.

It all began a few years ago when...

Oh, right -- this’ll probably be pretty lengthy, so I’ll continue below the cut.

It all began a few years ago when I discovered Ask Ace Attorney through a Google search. I don’t remember most of the details, but when I first found out about a blog that attempts to bring video game characters to life through blog posts and the power of imagination, I thought the idea was both strange...and amazing.

I’d only recently started getting into Ace Attorney at the time (after seeing Matthew Taranto’s hilarious mashup between it and the Kirby series), so I decided to send in a few letters and see if they’d get an answer. Sure enough, a few months later, I saw the first response to one of them! It was a pretty exciting feeling, to say the least.

I’d share that letter response here, but unfortunately, it included my real name, so we’ll have to save it for later. For now, here are a couple of the earliest ones from me: a deeply emotional one from Dahlia to Iris (a little far-fetched, maybe, but I CAN SEE IT HAPPENING, THE MOD), and a short, punny one from Moe to Phoenix. Not surprisingly, I enjoyed seeing the characters react to them in ways I found believable as much as I enjoyed writing these and several other letters. I knew the Mod (the only moderator here at the time) wasn’t affiliated with Capcom, but his character portrayals were spot-on each time, and my creative spark and love for Ace Attorney received some constant fuel for a while thanks to this blog.

And then...this happened. For a brief moment, I thought about how fun it would be to see if I could do what the Mod had been doing for so long, but then I decided it’d probably be better to leave it in someone else’s hands. Sure, I was a huge fan of Ace Attorney and its loveable characters, but did I really love them enough to pretend to be them on a hugely popular blog? Naaah.

I went over the rest of that story once before, so I’ll just give a brief recap here: my friend the Modthorne won the audition to become the next de Modder, I asked her if I could join, and then it ended up just being me here, followed by Mods Paups, Kristoph, and Maya. That’s the way we became the Ask Ace Attorney bunch.

So, when I first made my debut as the Commode Co-Mod, my only real strategy for answering letters was to emulate the Mod's style. I honestly wondered if I could accurately portray so many different personalities in a believable way, but, with a few hiccups along the way, I somehow managed to pull it off to some degree. I also started developing my own style and becoming less conscientious about how my portrayals looked (that definitely took some time, though), and worrying less about the blog’s popularity and overall performance review. That, I believe, was a big part of what made both of those steadily rise over time, until we ended up reaching and surpassing 12,000 followers! (I’m still geekin’ out about that one.) Just relaxing and going with the flow made things a lot easier for me, and apparently helped Ask Ace Attorney reach its current level of popularity. Something tells me that choice paid off in the end, and thank goodness.

I of course have to give credit to the popularity of Ace Attorney and its characters, as well as the Mod for giving me and the other moderators so much material to start off with, but I sure never expected my role in helping to build the Ace Attorney fandom’s strength and size to be quite this large. Heck, just getting to create things for so many people is a huge honor, so...what can I say to that, except a huge thank you to Capcom and the Mod?

Don’t worry, I’ll get to thanking all of you in just a moment. ; )

So, anyway, that’s all the general stuff. Let’s talk about the highlights of the last three years, now, shall we?

My first holiday-related post was an April Fool’s Day one, so let’s start there. We came close to hearing about Phoenix’s lawyer camp incident...

...gave a few of the characters a chance to ask some questions of their own...

...had a little run-in with some of the bad guys...

...and briefly opened the window into some characters’ minds.

We sure didn’t fool around when it came to fooling around, did we?

Then there was Halloween. We dealt with a creeper in the darkness...

...let one of the lesser-known characters go on a brief venture beyond the fourth wall...

...let some characters switch outfits and personalities for a short while...

...and paid homage to a classic interactive cartoon by letting them give out candy.

We sure had our fill of sweets and spooks, didn’t we?

And then there was Christmas, which included some of my favorite content. We enjoyed a musical performance by several members of the Ace Attorney cast...

...a less flattering musical performance by yours truly...

...a short play taking place in Pearls’s dreams...

...and a fan-made song parody about a non-canon (but believable) incident involving Phoenix and a reindeer.

(Sorry if that image cursed anyone for life, by the way.)

I don’t know about you, but I loved every bit of our holiday hijinks.

And of course, we can’t leave out some of the great moments that occurred on non-holidays, including Her Benevolence falling victim to a classic comedy gag...

...Pearls meeting herself from a different time period somehow...

...Apollo taking a trip to the Pokemon world in his dreams...

...Athena getting tricked into thinking she had passed on briefly...

...Trucy getting caught red-handed by Arnold Schwarzenegger himself...

...and, uh...this thing happening to Iris.

No idea what I was thinking back then. Sometimes you just have to go with the moment.

Not to mention one letter response that received an unexpected explosion of popularity. Edgeworth always did know how to drop a sass bomb, didn’t he? And one moment I’ll likely never forget is the letter regarding Athena’s hair. For the record, I thought the shorter hairstyle looked okay, but somehow I didn’t think she would feel the same way. Make of that what you will. X )

Of course, it wasn’t all fun times and laughter -- I ended up stepping on some toes by accident, making a few jokes in bad taste, struggling to keep a balance between blogging and the real world, and...well...

...that happened. I don’t regret a moment of it, though, because if Ace Attorney (and life) have taught me anything, it’s that powering through the less enjoyable moments in life is what makes us stronger, and what makes the good times that much more enjoyable.

But out of all the fun, hilarious, thought-provoking, and deeply touching moments that stood out in the last three years of blogging, the one I would say I enjoyed the most is this one. It was my first attempt at responding to a letter in character (with one of the biggest “characters” in the series, no less), but, as with many of my letter responses, it also included some of me in it -- specifically, the part where Athena tries to sound optimistic, but not too prideful. That was the sort of attitude I wanted to have whenever I answered letters -- I wanted to keep the fun and creativity of Ace Attorney and its characters going without injecting too much of myself into it. The series wasn’t mine, after all, and neither was the blog, so my main goal was simply to sound like the characters.

And with that in mind, let me just say this: If any of these letters (even one of them) have made you smile or laugh on an unpleasant day, made you think about things from a different perspective, or simply helped you suspend your disbelief for a moment and believe you’re actually talking to someone from a video game, then my goal has been reached.

Anyway, I didn’t mean for this to be my goodbye speech (I’m saving that for later). What it is is a sincere thank you for the fun and creativity that I and the rest of the moderators were able to engage in with all of you, thanks to our shared love of Ace Attorney, its characters, and its unique humor and depth. Every last piece of witty dialogue, every picture, every song, and every custom sprite (the last of which can be found here), was inspired by your creativity and willingness to participate in this imaginative collaboration work.

I hope you’ve enjoyed it at least half as much as I have. You guys are awesome.

-The Co-Mod

#Mod Post #Co Mod #Mod Commentary #Feel free to share any of your favorite moments that I missed

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icasttourniquet · 4 years ago

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Common Misconceptions: Scene Safety and Extraction

Self-sacrifice is a fun narrative trope. Who doesn't love seeing the emotionally constipated character put themselves at risk to save someone they care about but won't admit they care about?

Which is to say, I'm not telling you to write characters who follow the priority schema below. I'm just explaining the schema your first responder character likely learned for your edification and, more importantly, because acknowledging that you are violating protocol to save someone's life adds way more angst.

Disaster Priorities

Me (the first responder and potential victim)

Bystanders (potential victims)

Other victims (potential worse victims)

Patient (potential dead victim)

(ModN was taught even one step further in his EMT: 1) me! 2) still me 3) my partner 4) me again 5) my partner again 6) bystanders 7) the patient.)

But wait! Are you telling me if I stumble upon someone bleeding out in the street, I need to look both ways before running to help them?

To which I say, yes because if you get hit by a car, the next person to stumble upon this scene will find two people bleeding out in the street, which is objectively worse. Also, don't run to them. If you break your ankle, how are you going to get them out of the street?

Scene Safe

When running a drill, the first things a (nerdy) EMT will say are: "BSI, my scene is safe..." This is because the first thing an EMT cares about in every scenario is whether or not they have the necessary body substance isolation (BSI) and whether they can treat their patient safely.

It no doubt sounds counterintuitive. Humans see other injured humans (or just injured things in general—here's a cute video about humans rescuing a beached orca because it's my post and if I want to link to a video about orcas when I'm talking about scene safety, I will; side note, I think orcas probably reduce scene safety). In many cases, it's perfectly natural for a character to run into danger to save someone else, even if it is not proper protocol. Again, you don't need to follow these rules to write your first response scene, but knowing them is helpful.

These priorities also imply the following:

If there's a HazMat situation that involves patients and bystanders, and your character is the only first responder there, they should focus on keeping bystanders out and not treating those already sick (assuming they can only do one).

Your character does not have to treat someone in a dangerous situation, like, say, someone who got electrocuted by a still-dancing electrical wire (check out this post for some CPR information though).

Sometimes, extraction takes priority over treatment.

Extraction

Let's say someone's just fallen off a small cliff into traffic (ModN contests that this is a thing that happens, but we'll go along with it for the sake of argument). Your character determines that they can offer first-aid without putting anyone else in more danger, but first, they need to make the scene safe.

Which of the following is proper procedure:

Worry about the spine and avoid moving the patient until you can do so without injuring them further

Do a primary assessment (more information about primary assessments here) and stop life threats while still in the middle of the highway

Try to figure out a method of extraction that won't exacerbate any existing injuries

Get them out of the highway! Now!

If you didn't pick 4, congratulations, you were wrong. You cannot treat a patient on an active highway. This is because of all the projectile weapons (cars) on active highways. For the record, you also wouldn't treat a patient in the middle of an active firefight.

Remember, the number 1 priority is the first responder. That means the patient needs to not be on the highway (or your buddy can stop the traffic, whichever).

But, I hear you cry, what if I hurt my patient's spine by pulling them out of the highway? To you, I say, can I recommend this relatively spine safe drag? And, if that's not convincing, can I remind you the other option is letting your patient get run over by a semi truck?

But what if I make their injuries worse by dragging them away? Getting hit by a car will also make your patient's injuries worse. Probably worse than getting dragged away.

What if they die while I'm dragging them? You probably didn't have time to treat them anyway. However, because you dragged them away, you have now avoided getting hit by a car, thereby possibly saving the life of the next first responder who arrives at the scene and decides to run into traffic.

Extraction in the real world

Trigger warning for folks: this section is going to discuss actual medical protocol used for active shooter scenarios. If you're not into that right now, skip to the summary section.

There have been two major shifts in active shooter protocol in the US in the last decade. The first is the shift from treating them more as hostage situations (when SWAT stays outside the scene to negotiate at first, and officers may stay outside to wait for better prepared people) to situations that need to be stopped immediately.

The second is the shift from clearing an entire building to extracting and treating casualties as quickly as possible. Areas in a shooting are separated into zones. The hot zone is where we're pretty sure the shooter is. The warm zone is where the shooter could be, soon, but isn't now and probably won't be. And the cool zone is where we're pretty sure the shooter won't be.

Previously, EMS wasn't sent in until the whole area was green (standard EMS still isn't – as an EMT ModN was taught to stay well behind the concrete bullet-impervious barricade until the scene is clear). Basically, people with guns guaranteed the whole scene was safe as could be before medicine started happening. Now, well-protected first responders with special training are sent into warm zones to treat patients as fast as they can and then get them out.

Enter the RESCUE TASK FORCE (RTF).

Rescue Task Force

An RTF is a team of one (or more) armed people who can protect their gaggle of medical responders. The armed people go in first to make sure the medical professionals will not immediately be shot and EMS hurries in behind.

RTFs stabilize patients as they find them (e.g. stop the bleed, opening an airway), not using any triage procedures and skipping over patients who "pass" the primary assessment. This is because the zone of safety is so small, they pretty much need to treat whoever they can get. The goal, however, is to get these patients stabilized so that an extraction team (following close behind) can get them out.

As this article succinctly puts it:

"The job of the RTF is to stop the bleeding, and keep patients breathing."

Extraction Task Force

That's when the EXTRACTION TASK FORCE comes into play. (Or, in some cases, a SECONDARY RESCUE TASK FORCE because we wouldn't want to name these two teams someting different, would we?)

This team comes in armed with stretchers and lots of hands to help get people out fast. This can vary from easy—"Hey, go that way to get out of the building"—to difficult—trying to get unresponsive or actively panicking injured people onto a stretcher and out.

Side note: When I say stretcher, you might be thinking of something like this:

In a case like this, first responders might prefer flexible stretchers, like so:

You can roll the patient onto that and let two to six people each grab a handhold. Because it is made of cloth, the patient ends up coccooned inside, which makes it difficult to fall out and much faster to apply. It's also lighter and smaller to carry.

The extraction team is not worrying about things like broken bones or bruises. The RTF has already stabilized all the victims in the area (bleeding and breathing) and the extraction team is here to get them out.

What I'm trying to get at here is, all that stuff you've heard about "not moving people" and "worrying about spines" kind of goes out the window in situations where the scene is not safe.

Summary

In a disaster, first responders and bystanders take priority.

If you cannot treat your patient where they are, your first priority is getting them somewhere else.

(Orcas are really cool).

Mod E wanted to write about Rescue Task Forces but didn't want to make a post dedicated to them.

The only thing better than one character sacrificing themself for another is when said character knows they are violating protocol to do so. So, writers, violate protocol away. Happy angst writing!

#ict #emergency medicine #rescue task force #scene safety #writing tips #writing advice

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