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Sims 2 Megahood Stream

So those that follow me know I stream my writing, well I also stream gaming and this is one of those streams. Hop in for some impromptu storytelling with the sims. Lots of drama and sim related shenanigans.

This time we're playing the last peasant family of the rotation, the Travellers.

Trent Traveller swears he's just a fisherman, no criminal activity here.

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It's. HAPPENING.

(July 2nd 2024)

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April Fools Reverse Write Game!

I said I'd do it...

What's this? A writing game thing? YES!

Rules: Write a scene from your WIP or in your WIPs setting where the character's roles are reversed! Make it as short or as long as you like! Then tag some people! Don't forget to tell us a little about the original roles too!

So I'm doing this for my WIP Magic Act a YA Romance with horror aspects. In the WIP Magician is a human that has fallen into the fae realm while being chased by something fae that definitely wants him dead or at least captured. Night on the other hand is meant to be Magician's fae ally that he isn't sure if he can trust. Thus the slow burn commences.

But what if Magician was the Fae settled and comfortable in the Fae realm and Night was the goth human out of their depth and trying to survive.

A Reversed Meeting

Night

The door I fell against gave way unexpectedly and I stumbled from the chaotic twisting alley into the warmth of the darkened building. Behind me it closed far more softly than the heavy emergency exit door should. I breathed a relieved sigh, maybe that would mean I was safe. That they hadn't seen the door in motion.

I staggered to my feet and felt my way through the dark. Stumbling on step after step, stairs that should be even and short were wide and erratic. One step would be barely a step down and then the next had me falling forward as my balance tipped. The floor gave under the impact as if it were made of foam.

I moved sideways to avoid more of the stairs and found instead cushioned seats. Plush and comfortable. They reminded me of the armchair at my grandfather's, sitting in it was like a hug. They were tempting. In the dark no one would see and I hadn't heard even a footstep of the one chasing me. A moments rest, well more like several. As many as I could get before someone else showed up. It was risky but I couldn't not take the chance while I could get it.

The seat sunk around me, its arms comfortable. I lifted a hand to settle myself only to find my hand didn't lift. I pulled harder. The soft fabric sticking like glue. It didn't feel cold or tacky but when it gave I could feel it peel away from my skin. It wasn't just my hand. Every bit of contact was another sticking point. Worse to free one thing almost always required the force of putting some other part of me against it. A spiral of struggling against it. Meanwhile the softness called. I tried to resist but it was like it was in my head. Like a siren's call. Blinks became heavy and every close of my eyes was longer than the last.

Magician

The stage came to life with a step of a foot. Curtains twisting and twirling away as I walked out to the center. A tip of a hat and sparks flew. I scowled a little at the over enthusiasm of the stage. The stage shouldn't upstage. Magic, real magic was flashy but simple. You wanted and you had. The human kind of magic was deception at its core. Making others believe you had done something you had not. Honestly I didn't understand why more didn't take a liking to it. With a bit of practice it would thread into my deals and then maybe I would stand a chance talking circles around Champion. Even their title had me scowling, stuck up self aggrandizer.

As I practiced to the empty audience my eyes drew to a certain seat. A not so empty seat in a not so empty audience. I flicked the card around my wrist and up a sleeve. It would be cheating to have it appear somewhere impossible but there was a temptation. A temptation to combine the trickery with the expected magic.

My audience slept, the theatre having taken a liking. Maybe it intended to give me a captive audience to practice my tricks. Though my audience wasn't fae. They could have passed for it in some ways. In others not so much. The decorative dark make up had run and smudged. Their blue black hair long and bedraggled. Their clothes black with many buckles and spikes but they lacked shoes. Instead just mud caked socks.

I was curious. How had they got there? Was someone looking for them? What had they been through? Did they have a story to tell? I kept practicing, however the thoughts kept twirling. If no one was looking, then they could still be lost. They looked it. The state they were in. They would surely want to go back. They would want to go back and there was something that I wanted too.

I wove through the chairs, stepping across their backs until I was leaning over the sleeping human. The seat holding them tight. The theatre had its spot light upon me.

Night

"Is this your card?" The lilted voice echoed.

The world flickered in and out as I awkwardly blinked my eyes open, fighting off the sleepy exhaustion and wincing at the way the fabric tugged. I couldn't move. The light led my eyes to the figure leaning over me. A hand stretched out holding a playing card. That was the only normal thing. He had so many hands. Mechanical and puppet like behind him. He sparkled like he was covered in glitter. His face was split in a grin. He was one of them, one of the creatures that had chased me. I tried to pull away. There was no chance. There was no where to run even if I could get free.

"Would you like a hand?" The fae asked holding out another free hand.

"No… I would like my hands and no one else's thank you," I finished quickly fearing I might loose my hands if I didn't clarify.

The fae grinned widely, "smart, but I did not mean it that way. Do you want out of the chair?"

"What's in it for you?"

The fae sighed, "does there have to be?"

"Yes."

"Fine then, I get you out of the chair and you tell me how you got here," he said holding out a hand for me to take again.

"That's all?" I asked warily.

"Colour me curious, and while I have other things I want, they do require you to be out of the chair. Negotiations can come later."

After Thoughts

Oh no, yep this is happening. I'm going to write more of this alternate version as bonus stuff for the main story in the same way I'm writing some of the main story scenes from Night's point of view. Also I think I want to develop this theatre setting and maybe make use of it in the main story. I couldn't get Night to sound as formal as they normally are but that trait really comes from them being raise fae and having to talk round others so I can live without it.

Got another one coming probably tomorrow for my other WIP. Making this a bit of a tag game rather than just an April Fools thing so feel free to post your Reverse Write Game writing whenever you want!

Gently tagging with the completely optional tag: @squarebracket-trickster, @unclear-contributions, @moonluringfrost. @moonfeatherblue, @cat-esper, @thebearthatreads, @amaiguri, @the-down-upside-finch

No pressure, only do it if you want!

Also fully open tag so if anyone sees this and fancies giving it a go then do it, but please tag me because I want to read them! (You will get comments even if it is just me keyboard smashing in enthusiasm!)

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Ides of April

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3000 and counting! You guys can stop spamming boops now. I have learnt my lesson. Which is do not dare the internet. But seriously I thank you for the motivation this will bring. I've already got 17 sentences down. Good ones too! Sadly for one of the Fanfiction Bang's I'm taking part in so no sharing these ones but I promise to spread out the sentences across WIPs so you do get to see some of what this madness created.

I'm cutting this off when I go to sleep because I don't know if I'll easily be able to check it tomorrow. So if you wish to keep punishing my hubris then now is the time.

Is it dangerous to say I'll write a sentence for every boop I get today? Probably. Am I going to try anyway... yes. Please make me regret this choice!

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Oh gods... I regret... lol. Definitely a dangerous thing to announce on the internet lol.

During my tumblr lagging out so much I couldn't do anything we long since passed into the triple digits of sentences. I am now well into the indicator saying OMG and according to my activity feed I have been booped 2775 times!

If my average is correct (10 words per sentence) I will be writing 27750 words! That's a lot. Way more than I expected. Seriously I shall be working on these sentences for a while. My usual daily writing is 250 to 500!

Is it dangerous to say I'll write a sentence for every boop I get today? Probably. Am I going to try anyway... yes. Please make me regret this choice!

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"work on your wip" ICANT IM IN A BOOP WAR

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Oh no, the foretold boop war lag has come for me. Hahaha ha.

Is it dangerous to say I'll write a sentence for every boop I get today? Probably. Am I going to try anyway... yes. Please make me regret this choice!

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So this is what would happen if I could click kudos more than once

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Pin for survivors

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The words I shall write only grow! I will have the most productive week! 700 boops and counting!

Is it dangerous to say I'll write a sentence for every boop I get today? Probably. Am I going to try anyway... yes. Please make me regret this choice!

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AhahshahshshahahHaha 681! What the? That jumped by a lot. Had to turn off the sound on my phone for all the pings!

Do I regret yet? At an average sentence length of 10 words (very rough estimate) that's now around 6810 words! Maybe a little...

Do you dare make me regret this more? That is up to you!

Is it dangerous to say I'll write a sentence for every boop I get today? Probably. Am I going to try anyway... yes. Please make me regret this choice!

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True some sentences are long but also some are short. I'm working on a mental average of 10 words per sentence, that I will probably break with some of my longer sentences.

Not doing 1 sentences per book per boop, I have far too many wips for that lol.

Is it dangerous to say I'll write a sentence for every boop I get today? Probably. Am I going to try anyway... yes. Please make me regret this choice!

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I THINK! After 200 years in constant close quarters with six other people that also couldn't see their own reflections. That Astarion just like. Fusses and grooms and tidies the TadFools without even realizing what he's doing. Just mid conversation without stopping to mention it at all. One of Lae'zel's beads almost falls out so he is turning to refasten it while she continues talking to someone else. Gale is explaining a theory to him and he's brushing dirt and loose hairs off of the shoulders of his robes. He puts a cute little bauble on one of Wyll's horns.