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the KG masterpost, again,

hey guys who wants to read 50 paragraphs about my oc ok great here we go

the original version of this was very.. me cutting out a lot of What The Characters Actually Were Like to try and give an overview of out-of-character origins? which is fun but also does not actually tell you anything at all about them. SO IT'S TIME FOR THAT NOW

Katie G.:

aka: KG, Prime pronouns: she/he/they

a cheerful and intentionally wacky person, KG has the permanent vibes of being "up to something". never anything malevolent (or at least not on purpose), but their friends are never really sure when they'll kick down their doors with an idea in mind. she's adaptable to just about every situation, treats everything like a fun game, and while she's able to take things seriously she never really sees a need to most of the time. he's just here to have fun! sure, chaos follows in his wake, but as long as everyone's having a good time it's fine, right?

in a setting where worldhopping was a normal thing, it became clear that something was up with Katie. originally her tendency to pop up regardless of universe was written off as her tagging along, but the difference between each version in appearance and backstory led to the idea that they had a lot of counterparts. except then one of the alternate KGs would reference something another version of herself did, or have knowledge that didn't make sense for her to know, and things stopped adding up.

KG is a case of isekai gone sideways. somehow they broke the multiverse and are existing in several universes at once-- each iteration shares awareness and memory unless stated otherwise, although it's all filtered through the pile of noise that is "existing as 17+ people simultaneously". as a result, KG mixes up names, dates, and universes, and has trouble keeping her story straight. it's not exactly something they can explain easily, so he does his best to handwave it or dodge the topic entirely if people start catching on. as an upside, she's basically immortal due to her status as a multiversal anomaly, but on the downside nobody's really sure what the long-lasting events of breaking the multiverse are.

how this works in practice is that KG has Really Weird Vibes, is permanently leaning on the fourth wall, and either goes Full Protagonist or relegates themself to comic relief to stay out of the spotlight. as a side-effect of The Incident, the "original" KG is firmly stuck outside of canon because of breaking everything she touches, but that doesn't stop her from causing a mess (to the annoyance of T1, her best friend and partner-in-crime) :D

under the cut: more of this guy! specifically the ~16ish other This Guys. i will make tumblr regret letting me add more than 10 photos per post and also not having a character limit

Landia:

aka: Kaylandia, Lan pronouns: they/he/she

kinda the basis for their own subset of AUs because you would not believe how many minecraft aus we keep getting involved in. occasionally younger (or older?) sibling of Leonaut and/or Leontids, resident self-proclaimed memelord, here to have a good time not a long one, etc.

despite their immaturity, Landia's been around a pretty long time. ..sort of. he predates the existence of dogs, but didn't really start being a Thing again until around 1.15 and his memory of The Before Times is very fuzzy. still, in a fandom where players from near the start are considered old gods, applying that to this doofus is really funny.

has a couple spinoffs including Dashtwo (time traveler that's more likely to mess things up than actually fix them, got adopted by the resident polycule) and...

Outlaw:

aka: Landia, Lan pronouns: they/he

(minecraft skin is a bit out of date, outfit in artwork is accurate)

branches off of Landia, but is separate enough at this point to get a fully distinct entry because [looks at notes] i love him. hailing from the far future, Lan used to be an infobroker for the ConVex thanks to their multiversal knowledge. then things went south when the ConVex found out he knew too much about them. on the run and in a panic, they tried to get off-planet as fast as possible, got knocked out, and woke up in the cargo hold of a spaceship belonging to a fleet of outlaws. somehow they managed to endear themself enough to the captain to not get kicked out immediately, and now he's a pilot for one of the ships in the fleet!

somehow none of that is the most notable thing about him. what is the most notable thing about him is that after getting a neural implant to better interface with technology, he immediately got infected with sapient malware. and also that sapient malware is also the AI of the ship he woke up on, which itself is a fork of a brain scan of a wanted criminal that attained digital immortality. the Broker AI is actually rather harmless; they mostly sit in the backseat and try to keep Lan from getting themself killed.

he's somehow even more overenthusiastic and overeager than your baseline KG. he's living like full-throttle, usually traumatizing himself in the process, and his plucky attitude is a bit out of place in life-threatening gunfights and dogfights. he knows the rest of 77-2 has his back, though.

Twone:

pronouns: they/he/she (alternating/scrambled)

cringefail pokemon trainer

hailing from Goldenrod City in Johto and then also Jubilife City in Sinnoh due to Reasons, Twone has a tendency to get in over their head. he mainly trains electric and fire types (with her starter being Eclipse the Luxray), and proudly calls themself a gym leader despite not having a gym. or any badges to give out. but she has plenty of enthusiasm and that's almost the same thing

through a series of Currently Undefined Events, Twone ended up joining up with Team Rocket and assisted in the radio tower takeover before getting sorely beaten by our other Pokemon OC Robyn. embarrassed and reconsidering her life choices, they bailed out while they still could and settled down in Sinnoh... and also stole a bunch of Rocket stuff on their way out.

currently known for: disappearing into the jungle for 3 days with a friend and returning with 3 Mews and a Mewtwo, alchemizing a bicycle, agreeing to get murdered by one of his best friends on the condition that they reference The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, getting exploded by voltorbs

technically newest addition to the roster, but he's been around a while? there was just. no art of him and the comic he was planned to show up in self-destructed before he could. but now he's back! and also is now the missing link between KG and Landia because of pixelmon.

KG the Foxcat:

aka: Foxcat pronouns: she/they

Foxcat answers the long-awaited question of "what if KG was a furry?". happily sitting in the same zone of non-canonicity as Prime, Foxcat's job is to annoy the heck out of T1, reminisce about old fanfic, and make sprite comics of herself and her friends. they are very much not part of CV but that doesn't stop them from having a noncanon friendship with CVTails that mostly involves bullying him and locking him in the same room as T1 for comedy purposes.

Foxcat is currently the only non-hedgehog example of an Outsider, which is a thing from our old Sonic continuity Shattered Worlds that basically translates to "worldhopper with weird powers". i guess if Shadowy is Mephiles and Chrome is Silver, then Foxcat is Tails? which makes her hobby of collecting AU Tailses make more sense i guess. she thinks they're neat.

would eat a Chaos Emerald for fun.

Ellis:

pronouns: she/he

didn't make the cut in the original masterpost, but then i noticed some wording in one of the MSPaint doodles of her and connected some dots so she's here now!

Ellis is the closest to pre-incident Prime in backstory and vibe, with the major divergence point being "suddenly there was an alien invasion". despite the rampant devastation, he banded together with her friends and was able to uncover the truth behind the invasion, stop it at the source, and hopped worlds a few times until settling down in somewhere close to home.

and then suddenly there was a zombie invasion.

Ellis is not a lucky person.

as far as out-of-universe timeline goes, Ellis is maybe the first instance of a KG? as in i think she was my first self-insert character, and the other KL era ones (kh!Katie, Plus, Self) were variations on her. between that and the worldhopping, Ellis is probably whatever part of Prime successfully got isekai'd instead of getting dumped in the noncanon void. where is he now? i dunno! he might've exploded. either that or she's a cryptid.

nicknamed "Ellis" because of that one time the friendgroup got really into Left 4 Dead. this may be related to the zombie invasion thing.

Katie & Teixak:

aka: Heart (Katie), Tei (teixak) pronouns: she/her (both)

them. hoo boy, these two. Heart regularly hung out with the OCs from the KL era and was mostly slapstick, up until Sora's appearance and the involvement of the remnants of Organization XIII ended up being a herald of a Heartless invasion. side-by-side with her friend, Heart fought off as many as she could, but the two of them got overwhelmed along with the rest of her world and became Nobodies.

picking up where Katie left off, Teixak got recruited into the New Organization led by Rasemtix with the goal of "okay but what if we Did actually get everybody's hearts back". mostly she got left to her own devices, though, which included taking the mission objective of "study the canon KH characters to get an upper hand" and turning it into "hey Leixand what if we just locked everybody in a mansion for a few months and played truth or dare" until Rasemtix found out and yelled at her.

eventually Rasemtix's plan went off without a hitch because Dream Drop Distance hadn't come out yet, Teixak became Katie again except for the final chapter of YAToD where they both existed at the same time???, and then a decade later i found all my old fanfic about them and realized i should probably rewrite the KG masterpost

Kay Gee:

aka: Kay pronouns: they/them

older sibling of local overworked CCC field agent Leo Naught, Kay is a troublemaker through and through. somehow they've ended up with the same Retry power as Henry, although they haven't quite ascended to the rank of master thief or high-ranking Toppat or special ops agent or whatever. mostly they just goof off and cause a little bit of chaos here and there, which leads to them being on the run from the CCC most of the time.

thanks to basically being immortal from both "being a KG" and their Retry power, as well as outright being able to rewind time and take a different path at any time, Kay doesn't take stuff too seriously and needs to be reminded now and then that their actions do in fact have consequences. whoops!

they are in SO much trouble.

comes bundled with their Stickmolus counterpart, a!Kay (or Akay). they're the exact same, it's just this one has inbuilt psychic powers on top of Retry and also is a fuzzy alien.

Zephyr:

aka: Zeff pronouns: she/her

a novice Dream Traveler, Zephyr is along for the ride more than anything else. she's very naive and prone to messing things up, but puts her all into fixing any problems she causes and tries to leave each world a better place than when she showed up. it doesn't always work.

she crosses paths with Klonoa now and then, and they have a kinda-sibling-ish dynamic? she's also friends with the reincarnated King of Sorrow because Reasons. (she calls them "Koss".)

i don't remember why she has four ears. i don't think it was ever explained. when she was younger / first starting out she hid them under her bandana but then she got self confidence about it. she also either has her own Wind Ring or borrows Klonoa's, i don't remember which - i think originally she borrowed Klonoa's, but then got her own later on?

stop everything. klonoa, get the banana

kaoticGenome:

aka: Katie A., kG pronouns: she/her

(image on right is Very old)

remember when homestuck? yeah. part of a 4-player (later 6-player) fan session from 2011ish, and while she wasn't quite the voice of reason she was definitely the voice of "WHAT THE FUCK?". originally her actual initials were KG and not just her chumhandle, but after finding out about her session's ectobiology she decided to break the mold and took her ecto-dad's last name.

her ecto-dad is also a First Guardian, a late-arrival session member, and the son of Ninten from Earthbound. i didn't process the implications of that last part until 10 years later.

originally she was the Scribe of Dawn in the Land of Ruins and Twilight, but she'd probably be a Heir of Heart now when using the canon classpects because [gestures at this entire masterpost]. her weapon of choice was bladekind i think, and eventually she ended up with a kusarigama But With A Sword and somehow didn't kill herself with it.

was like the only KL-era KG that wasn’t interchangeable with the others but HAHA NOT FOR LONG! although i think her reaction to being a crucial part of KGverse would be to turn around and leave. see you space weeb, have fun playing okami

Karami:

aka: karelessGuitarist, kG (the other one) pronouns: she/her

the troll version of Katie A., sort of! ish! they're both KGs and are a rare instance of there being more than one KG in the same setting, but they're still kinda from different universes so eh. i don't think they ever met.

in the previous version of the masterpost i described her as "the sequel to Nepeta" and that's still accurate. i don't have much documentation on her but i think her deal was that she would just beat the absolute shit out of people that were mean to her matesprit online. imagine you're blogging and a catgirl crawls through your window to punch you in the face

she didn't get much use but did cameo in a MSPFA as a cute kitty alien! (she's the one on the far left :D)

Plus & Minus:

aka: Katie R., the Ride System pronouns: she/her (both), they/them (plural)

a resident of Echo Ridge and rather withdrawn, Katie R. struggled with identity and finding a place to belong. despite making friends and having the whole world open up in front of her, finding out about the extended multiverse only made her struggle harder to find somewhere to fit in, and this rising stress (along with the chaos of being one of the first KGs) caused her to buckle under the pressure.

this got the attention of the FM-ian Gemini. now with the ability to wavechange into Gemini Spark, the two Katies scuffled over choosing to be heroes or be villains. Plus wanted to use her new powers to fight evil and help her friends, while Minus was teenage angst and trauma personified and would sabotage Plus at every turn. this led to Gemini Spark being more of a hindrance than anything else, especially once the Andromeda Key came into play.

these two are terrible plural rep. but they also ended up being a stepping stone to figuring out my plurality! so they have one (1) rights.

two of them thursday

Adagio:

aka: Katie Adagio pronouns: she/her

originally a percy jackson OC, now is... i don't know??? generic urban fantasy? in the PJatO incarnation she was a daughter of Apollo and got cursed to be a cat after royally screwing up a quest (it never fully wore off). on the plus side, she now has catlike reflexes on top of her demigod powers of incredible aim!

also she a cane (not pictured) because apparently she got mauled by a hellhound and has a permanent limp as a result and i did not remember this until looking up the deviantart posts Just Now? what the heck. she also has a mechanical wolf as a companion, which you'd think would set off the hellhound-induced dog phobia that's mentioned several times in her old bio but.. eh...?

her non-fandom incarnation, on the other hand, got caught in a gateway between the human and magical worlds which gave her a) truesight b) cool glowy magical tattoos and c) being a catgirl. the "being a catgirl" is a constant.

might've graduated from being a KG but i like including her anyway because her design's fun and it's not like i ever wrote the urban fantasy story she was gonna be the protag of

Self:

aka: SI pronouns: she/her

second instance of a KG after Ellis, and out-of-character she's one of the reasons why the "multiversal anomaly" thing started in the first place because she was interchangeable with Heart, Plus, and Ellis. she just straight up doesn't bother making a distinction between herself and her "other selves", and everybody around her just kinda has to deal with it. it helps that she's from the KL era so worldhopping and AUs were just kinda a thing that happened all the time.

she kinda ended up being part of a trio with two other characters that would show up in other timelines, although Self's universe was the main one where all three of them were together i think.

her Personas are Nekomata and Byakko and i honestly don't remember anything else about her compared to the other KGs from her era because of the whole "being interchangeable" thing.

ok that's everybody. bye

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Little sneak peak of Bera!

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IKR i watched the movie and was also like "im not even a jason todd fan but now im really mad about his fanon. fuck"

MHM MHM MHM like i’m ALREADY incredibly annoying about it bc. well. comic collector. BUT NOW…… the combo punch of genuinely stunning animation and gut wrenching voice work and impeccable pacing is torturing me. in a good way but god i wish i could go back to not caring. i get it now. i get it now <- burdened with SO MANY EMOTIONS

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ITS DONE!! DAYS OF WORK!! Im so proud holy crap 😭🩵

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hair

Annabeth had a complicated relationship with her hair.

also on ao3

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"Ow!" Annabeth whined when Thalia pulled on another messy blonde tangle.

"Sorry," Thalia said, probably for the millionth time. The older girl was kneeling behind Annabeth on the floor of their current hideout and attempting to get the knots out of Annabeth's hair. None of them really knew the last time it had been brushed - probably not since she ran away. "I don't really know what I'm doing here."

"You just gotta unknot it!" Annabeth said. She didn't see why it was so hard; Thalia was 14 and should know how to untangle hair by now. Annabeth did.

Thalia laughed at her, but it sounded strained. "I don't even have a brush, Squirt. Plus, I've never had long hair."

Annabeth's mouth dropped open. "Really?" She thought all girls had long hair at some point.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"I don't really like it. I like yours, though." Annabeth beamed, at least until Thalia tugged again, and she whined.

Suddenly, there was another set of hands in her hair. "Let me help," Luke said.

Thalia put a hand against Annabeth's back, and the younger girl tried not to buck it off. She was independent! "You can try, but I don't know how much better it can get without a wash and a brush."

Luke sighed. "I can at least try."

(Annabeth had never particularly cared about her hair. It wasn't that she didn't like it or anything, she just really didn't have any strong feelings toward it. She liked that it's there, liked the comforting weight and extra warmth in winter, but she'd figured out at a young age that the yellow color did nothing but hinder her in her pursuits, so she didn't bother with it. She could deal with it, but she wouldn't put any extra effort into it.)

When Annabeth left the showers, Percy was waiting on the steps of her cabin, lurking awkwardly.

"What are you doing?" she asked. It was a surprise, to say the least. She would've expected him to be hanging out with Grover or training in the arena. Besides, she had just gotten out of the shower. A blush worked its way into her cheeks.

"I don't know, I thought we could hang out," he said. Then, he caught sight of her fingers tangled in her knotted hair. "What happened?"

Her blush deepened. "It hasn't recovered from the quest yet." And she hadn't had the patience to brush it out in the few days since they'd been back, compounding and compounding the knot until she couldn't get it out if she tried. "I might have to cut it."

"Oh." Percy looked at her funny and stood, then made a move like he was gonna touch her hair. She stepped back on instinct, and he raised his hands. "I can try and get it out."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"

"I can work a brush." He almost sounded offended.

Normally, she would refuse, balking at the prospect of someone touching her hair, but after the quest, she found she didn't mind the thought as much as she thought she would. Plus, the knot was really bad, so he couldn't make it much worse, and it'd save her a lecture from Silena. She shrugged. "Fine."

Then, she went and got her hair brush from her bunk and went back out the door and sat on the step in front of him.

"Holy crap, what did you do to it?" he exclaimed.

She turned to give him a disbelieving look. "I went on a quest! When do you think I had time to untangle it?"

He didn't really look like he believed her, but he didn't say anything else.

"All right," he muttered. The first pull through had her jerking her head back and grabbing his hand behind her.

"Don't try and do it all at once, you'll just make it worse," she scolded. "Start from the bottom."

She felt him gently pull the lower half of her hair and start brushing it. "Sorry."

"It's fine."

After a minute, she relaxed, actually kind of enjoying the feeling. It was nice.

Finally, he finished and handed her back the brush. "I'm done."

"Wait, really?" She reached back to feel her hair and sure enough, it was back to its usual wavy strands, unknotted and flowing. "How'd you do that so fast?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. It probably helped that it's wet. Do you wanna spar?"

Mouth still open, she nodded. She'd have to keep that little affinity of his in mind.

(As she got older, she couldn't help but think that indifference was an asset. Quests certainly didn't provide any time or supplies for hair care. Plus, having Percy around made sure it was wet with dirty water half the time, so why try.)

"Remind me why we're out here, again?" Percy asked as they picked their way through the forest.

"Because Tyson said he smelled something funny," Annabeth answered. "And be quiet, you're gonna scare whatever it is away."

Percy stuck his tongue out at her but stopped talking, and they continued walking through the forest until they heard a sound from a ways away.

They froze. One look and they were heading off toward the noise.

It soon became apparent they were heading for nothing as the ground beneath their feet became squishier and squishier.

Then, there was another noise, and she stopped abruptly.

Too abruptly, apparently, because the next thing she knew, she was face down in muddy swamp water.

Groaning, she didn't stay down long and jumped up, knocking Percy over into the water. (He'd be fine.)

"What the Hades, Seaweed Brain?" she said.

He stood slowly. "Why'd you stop?"

"I heard something," she said, reaching up to get some of the gunk off her face. When she touched her hair, though, she paused. It was soaked through with the brackish water. The only thing that could clean it now was a good shower.

Well. It's not like she really cared all that much.

That was her only consolation as they trudged back to camp.

(She didn't think she'd ever want to chop it off; no, it was a part of her, a part she did kinda love on good days, even if it was a nuisance. And she loved having that connection to Percy, and Silena, in a way.)

"Damn, girl, what did I tell you?" Silena said from her spot behind Annabeth's chair. The older girl was attempting to rescue the blonde mass from its latest adventure, and Annabeth was afraid it wasn't looking too good.

"I was kidnapped by a titan, I couldn't exactly take care of it," Annabeth grumbled, wincing when Silena gave a particularly rough pull. She'd been sitting in this chair for years for the daughter of Aphrodite to cut her hair and just generally take care of it, and she still couldn't stand watching herself in the vanity mirror. She looked away.

"Well, I'm afraid I may have to cut it."

"That's fine," she said. It wouldn't be the first time. She looked at herself one final time to mourn the current length and caught sight of the grey streak. "Wait!"

"What?" Silena said, sounding surprised. "What's wrong?"

"Are you sure you can't untangle it?" she asked.

Silena sighed and picked up the knot of hair again. "I can try, but it'll take a while."

"That's fine," Annabeth said definitively. Hair grew at approximately half an inch per month, but Annabeth wasn't sure how the stress from holding the sky would affect the growth rate or the return to its normal color. However, she wasn't going to hurry the process along, at least, not as long as Percy still had his.

Not that she would ever tell anyone that.

So she sat as patiently as she ever had while Silena untangled her hair.

(Probably the longest Annabeth ever went without brushing her hair was when Percy was missing. Without his fingers to run through it or Silena to pester her about it, she just didn't think of it. Or want to think of it.)

"Okay, no. Come here."

Annabeth looked up from the map she was staring at on a table in Bunker 9 to see Piper walking towards her. "What?"

Leo glanced over from whatever project he was working on with a similar expression of bewilderment on his face. Clearly, he didn't know what Piper was talking about, either.

"Annabeth, your hair. When was the last time you brushed your hair?" Piper asked exasperatedly, steering Annabeth to sit down in a chair.

"I was in the middle of something," Annabeth protested.

"You can go back to staring at that map after I fix this rat's nest," said Piper. "Seriously, I know you have a brush. When was the last time you used it?"

Accepting her fate, Annabeth just shrugged. Her hair was rarely, if ever, on the front of her mind.

When Piper attempted to drag a brush through it, they both winced. "Oh my gods, there's a ponytail in here? How long has that been there? And how long has it been since you washed it?"

Once again, Annabeth shrugged. She honestly had no idea, though, come to think of it, it had been pretty itchy lately.

"Okay, well, that ends now." With that, Piper went to work on the knot, attacking it with the brush. "I'm gonna have to cut the ponytail out."

Annabeth startled. "Wait - the hair or the rubber band?"

"The rubber band," Piper said, causing Annabeth to breathe a sigh of relief. She knew it was stupid, but she didn't want there to be any risk of Percy not recognizing her when they found Camp Jupiter. "Your hair is completely wrapped around it."

Without waiting for a response, she whipped out Katoptris and sliced the rubber band out. Annabeth's hair didn't move much.

"Good lord," Piper muttered. "Here we go." The daughter of Aphrodite then went at the knot with the same vigor as Annabeth going at a training dummy. It did not feel good.

Piper was far less gentle than her sister. Piper was far less gentle than Percy.

Annabeth didn't like that thought, didn't like thinking of the dead, and she really didn't like thinking of Percy as missing.

But when she squirmed to try and get away, Piper gripped her shoulder, keeping her from standing. "Piper, I-"

"Hold still."

"I can do it-"

"But you won't, will you?" Piper said, raising an eyebrow.

Even Annabeth had to admit that she was right, but that didn't make it any easier. "I promise I'll-"

"No," Piper said with finality. However, it was what she said next that rooted Annabeth in place. "Let me do this for you, please."

She paused. It had never occurred to her that Piper might be trying to help in whatever way she could, that she didn't have the mechanical skills to help build the ship or the memories to help try and pinpoint where exactly Camp Jupiter was. "Fine."

"Thank you."

So, she sat there while Piper untangled her hair and only winced every so often.

Finally, probably an hour later, she was done, and they both stood. "Now, you're going to go eat dinner, then you're gonna shower, and then you're gonna go to bed."

Annabeth blanched. "I still have so much work to do."

Piper put her hands on her hips. "And it will still be there in the morning."

They stared at each other, neither one willing to relent, until Leo giggled from across the bunker. "Someone's in trouble."

Piper snorted. "I don't know why you're laughing, Repair Boy, you're going, too."

Annabeth didn't have to see his face to know his mouth had hit the floor. "I never agreed to that!"

Piper's eyes narrowed, and she went to grab Leo from his work bench. "I don't care." She pointed at the door. "Now, both of you, dinner, shower, bed."

There was no way Annabeth would agree to that, not when there was still so much work to do on the ship, maps to study, star charts to examine - really, she didn't have time. "How about dinner and bed, then shower in the morning?"

Piper's eyes hardened from where she was dragging Leo by the collar over to the door, then she pushed Annabeth's back until the blonde was also standing outside the door. "Dinner, shower, bed." She turned around to lock Bunker 9 behind them. "And for the love of the gods, wash your hair. Yes, Leo, both of you."

(Annabeth needn't have worried about Percy recognizing her. She probably could have shaved her head and painted her face to look like Iron Man, and he would recognize her, even in the depths of Tartarus.)

"What do you think of me cutting my hair?" Annabeth asked.

Her and Percy were limping along the Phlegethon at the approximate rate of a Zamboni in a swamp. Pain and soreness had settled into every corner of her body, but Annabeth was somehow thinking of her hair tangled at the back of her neck and stuck to her face with sweat, and how the hell she would fix it if they made it back to the mortal world. (When. When they made it back to the mortal world.)

She barely felt Percy turn to look at her. "I think you should do whatever you want with it."

Aw. She probably should have predicted that. "Come on, tell me the truth."

He paused. "You know I love your hair."

When he didn't say anything else, she pressed her fingers against his waist. "But?"

"But," he started. "But it's your hair."

"I know that," she said with more force than she meant to.

If she could see anything in the dark, she would've seen his brows furrow. "Do you really wanna get rid of it?"

She bit her lip. "No." She couldn't bear to let go of everything it meant to her now, the memories it carried beyond just the grey streak: Thalia, Luke, Silena, Piper, Percy. It was hers to care for, hers to maintain, and she hated that it took Tartarus for her to realize that. "I just don't know how it's going to recover from this."

"Hey," he said, stopping them. "It's gonna be fine. It'll get through it." She gave him a disbelieving look, though she wasn't sure he could see it. "Do you know how I know?"

Her hands fiddled with the back of his shirt where they were wrapped around his waist. "How?"

"Because it's so bright that it's one of the only things I can see right now."

She pressed her face into his chest. "All right. If you say so."

He rested a cheek on her head. "I do."

(Then, of course, there were the practical purposes.)

"Okay, I think I'm finally getting this," Percy said above her.

"Thank the gods."

He had been messing with her hair for about two hours now trying to figure out how to do a French braid. Without technology, his only resource was a book he found at the library, and it wasn't like Annabeth knew how to do it.

Though she may want to learn soon for the same reason Percy was. He was gonna have a little sister, one that, for all intents and purposes, would probably grow up with Annabeth as an older sister figure which was absolutely insane for her to think about. She technically had plenty of experience as a counselor and an actual older sister (though that qualification was debatable), but it was a whole other thing when it was Percy's baby sister.

It was very hard not to think of Silena, and even harder not to think of Thalia. If she was half the older sister to the new little girl that Silena and Thalia were to her, she would have succeeded.

But for now, she could help Percy learn to be a big brother.

(So maybe she did love her hair. Just a little bit.)

[mintytealfox]

Holy CRAP GUYS!!! I JUST FINISHED WATCHING

HANGOVER SQUARE 1945 Thriller movie for Frederick!!

This one was W I L D OH MY GOSSSHHHHHHHHHHH 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

They POPPED OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFF with this Deduction Skin FOR REALLLLLLLLLLLLL OH MY WORD

MASTERPIECE RIGHT HERE This skin is a 100000000000000000000000000000% times more tragic and beautiful to me now like HOLY

NOW~ BELOW are SPOILERS for the movie If you want to watch the movie before reading~ I just summarize:

So in the movie this guy has these blackout periods, that he has no recollection of, that are triggered by LOUD SOUND or LOUD RINGING

Normally he has a mostly calm demeanor with a burning passion for music as a composer, an extremely talented one~ He is soft spoken and horrified with the thought that he might have committed the murder, at the beginning of the movie, so he goes to the mental doctor to ask for help and to look into it, cause he had blacked-out for 24 hours this time, the longest period of time he has no memory of and thinks he could have done it during that time.

Anyway the doctor tells him to avoid music and to get his frustrations out and dealing with the stress in a different way, since music obviously isn't working, if he is reacting in such a dramatic way of blacking-out.

He obviously doesn't stop working on his music

But for a good portion of the movie he is being taken advantage of by this singer woman, that he thinks is in love with him cause of her purposeful honeyed words, etc. but she just wants him to be her composer monkey on a leash so she can climb the ladder to success.

ANYWAYS he finds out she has been using him cause he finds she is with another man behind the scenes after trying to propose to her.

SideNOTE: By this point he has already tried to strangle his friend, (a beautiful woman who likes him for him and cares for him deeply, who has been encouraging him to finish his great piece) cause she saw how poorly the singer woman treated him and she got mad that he is letting that happen. He was just gonna be angry and keep to himself until a load of pipes fall from a carriage and ring LOUDLY and that is the first we see him go into blackout mode!!

ANYWAY

He does lash out at the guy the singer lady was with but does leave without ending anyone, only to return after the loud crashing of his instruments after throwing stuff around his home. So in a blackout state he goes back and uuhhhhhh gets rid of the singer lady 🙃

ANYWAY he starts finishing his masterpiece and the doctor and police are on to him, despite him having zero memory of the events

then we get to the end, he has finished his music and is prepared to perform it but the doctor has found him out and wants to put him in a place where the composer won't harm himself or anyone else. But composer ends up showing up to his performance without the doctor PFF and its getting more obvious that he will do anything to finish this performance, and as he is playing he is remembering everything he did 🙃 and it gets to the point where he can't play anymore and the people are arriving and prepared to take him into custody (two dudes found the doctor locked in the closet so they let him out. So the doctor is there with the police)

Anyway he is at the point he can't play anymore and his lady friend takes over for him so the music is still going while he is in another room and he admits that he remembers now and they are all like "we know none of this was on purpose etc etc so you won't hang, we will just put you into a place where you won't hurt anyone else" but he realizes that they won't let him listen to the rest of the piece he created so he starts wiggin out and starts with chucking a lamp and stuff starts catching on fire as he runs out and locks the door behind him.

So now he is crying as he listens to the music until people start freaking out about a fire and the doctor and police that he locked in the room have gotten out and are trying to help evacuate everyone, so the music has stopped, this triggering the composer again and he goes running to lock doors so people can't get out (he doesn't get to all of them) and he is trying to get everyone to sit in the fire and listen to the rest of the music. Everyone is getting out anyway they can and he just runs to the piano to finish playing and won't leave despite his lady friend's pleading and the doctor.

So he dies in the fire playing his song til its very end orz

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-does a checkmark- yup this has Frederick written all over it orz

-Issues with the mind -Music is everything -Good at heart but there is a side to him that is beyond his control -Taken advantage of -Is desperate -Loud Ringing plays a part with his mind state

Now with the skin I LOVE that red-ish fabric wrapped around his wrist and forearm cause he uses a curtain fasten thing for the strangling he does Then the hat he wears so he can hide his face and then the knife at the very beginning of the movie and he doesn't know where he got it

they even have the blood on the coat and the gash on his forehead aaahhhh

This is SUCH A FANTASTIC SKIN OH MY GOSH THEY POPPED OFF ON THIS ONE GOSH DANNNGGGGGGGG

I am still reeling from the movie so I am sure there is stuff my brain is still trying work out but DANG This skin is a 100000000000000000000000000000% times more tragic and beautiful to me now like FOR REAL FOR REAL

[wcbblife]

Steps and Swishes

a/n: promise the next part will probably have more of the professional dancing lol

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: none!

***

In moments like these, you can't help but appreciate your body's resilience, its unwavering stamina that carries you through the literal marathon of your day. But as you navigate this relentless sprint, you find yourself hoping there's still some fuel left in your tank when you reach the audition.

Waking up late was never part of the plan, especially not on a day when a crucial audition awaits. "Crap!" you mutter under your breath as you hastily exit your dorm room, clutching a piece of bread in one hand and your phone in the other. Each step is a stride toward salvaging what's left of your punctuality.

For the most part, things seem to be going smoothly as you dash towards the building. Until it’s not.

You wrench open the glass door of the lobby and dash into the elevator, heart pounding with each passing floor. Finally, as the doors slide open, you burst forth into a labyrinth of corridors, your destination painfully close. Or so you think.

Just when you believe the worst is behind you, you turn a corner and collide with an unexpected obstacle: a cascade of blonde hair and scalding coffee.

“Fuck!” The word rips from your lips as you stagger backward, the searing liquid seeping through your clothes. With trembling hands, you peel the wet fabric from your skin, eyes fixed on the ruinous stain spreading across your once pristine white shirt.

“Holy shit,” the figure mumbles, “I didn't mean that at all. Are you ok?”

A hand reaches out hesitantly towards your shirt, then freezes awkwardly in mid-air. It's the final straw.

Your gaze shoots up to meet the woman in front of you, ready to unleash a torrent of curses, but all words die on your tongue as you're confronted with wide, concerned eyes. Eyes that you know all too well, belonging to none other than Paige Bueckers.

Going to the same school as Paige Bueckers had never really stood out to you until today.

"I'm so sorry," Paige says, glancing down at your shirt, her hand still suspended awkwardly between you. Silence hangs heavy in the air. "I… I'll buy you a new one, I swear. Let me make it up to you."

In that moment, you realize that even if she were to buy you ten or twenty shirts, it wouldn't change the fact that you're about to miss your audition if you don't hurry. The inconvenience of the situation dawns on you in full force.

You let out an exasperated sigh, your gaze flicking from your stained shirt to Paige and back again. Then, once more, your eyes travel from her to your shirt. You can't help but notice how effortlessly chic and pristine her shirt appears compared to your own.

“Take off your shirt,” you deadpan without much consideration.

Paige's eyes widen further, resembling a deer caught in headlights. “W-what?” she stammers, inching away slowly.

You, however, couldn't care less if she looked at you as crazy. “You said you wanted to make it up to me?” you ask, raising an eyebrow before gesturing towards the bathroom behind her. “I have an audition in five minutes, and unless I want to blow my shot, I need to look presentable.”

The blonde hesitates, her gaze shifting between your outstretched fingers and the bathroom door. Then, with a slow turn of her head, you can almost hear the gears in her mind grinding to a halt. “And how does me taking off my shirt help you?”

“Just get in there and swap shirts with me,” you grumble, shooting her a soft glare. “It'll be quick. Once I'm done, you can have it back. Deal?” You silently pray she doesn't call the cops given how stupid and crazy you must sound, but the desperation in your eyes seems to sway her as she hesitantly nods.

“Alright, fine.” she sighs, walking towards the bathroom.

***

For the most part, the audition went relatively smoothly. Well, except for the fact that you received a barrage of odd looks for bursting in looking disheveled, with the invasive aroma of coffee clinging to you like a second skin. You could swear they caught whiffs of it every time you executed a dance move. But on the bright side, Paige's shirt did align nicely with the hip-hop theme they wanted, so hooray for small victories, you suppose.

Exiting the room, your shoulders sag immediately. Scanning the area for a familiar blonde, you finally spot Paige and make your way over, tapping her shoulder gently.

Startled, she quickly turns off her phone, giving you her full attention. “How'd it go?”

You shrug, not feeling up to sugarcoating it. “It was alright, I guess.”

Paige's expression deflates. “Gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess up your audition.”

“Nah, don't worry about it,” you try to brush it off, though your voice betrays a hint of frustration. “If I hadn't been such a klutz and actually woke up on time, I wouldn't have been in such a rush, and none of this would've happened.”

A brief silence lingers between you two before Paige breaks it. “Hey, let's make a deal,” she proposes, suddenly piquing your interest. “You can hang onto the shirt for now. I'll take this one,” she taps the stained area with her palm, “wash it, and give it back to you later.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Really? I'm totally fine with changing again. Why would you even let me take your shirt home—”

“Just…” she interrupts, sounding almost exasperated, “It's just a way for you to trust that I won't flake out and keep your shirt or something,” she mumbles, scratching the back of her neck nervously. “If you have my shirt, the only way I could get it back is by washing yours and swapping. I know it sounds silly.”

You chuckle. “Maybe just a little.”

Paige smiles, briefly averting her gaze before meeting your eyes again. “Just… let me clean it. I already feel bad enough.”

With a resigned sigh, you give in to her plea. “Fine, give me your number.”

Paige retrieves her phone with surprising speed, a wide grin spreading across her face. She clears her throat, opening her phone and displaying the number pad. “Are you usually around campus? You look like a student.”

After entering your number, you call yourself and retrieve your own phone as it starts to ring. “Yeah… I'm just looking for a part-time gig for now. Nothing too demanding.”

The blonde's interest is piqued. “So, what was the audition for?”

“Just some dancing,” you murmur, half-expecting her to burst into laughter like some others might. But instead, her reaction is one of genuine shock.

“That's awesome! KK would love you,” Paige jokes, and you audibly release a deep breath, grateful that there's no mockery in sight.

“I'm… flattered. Though I'm afraid she might work me to the bone with TikTok dances.”

Paige erupts into laughter, bending over in amusement before regaining her composure. “She might, but she means no harm, I promise,” she says, her expression turning more earnest. “You might have to swing by and show us some moves.”

“Hmm, I might just have to do that,” you reply with a smile.

Paige rubs her hands together awkwardly. “Well, I'll let you go. I don't want to hold you back any longer. I'll definitely text you.”

You nod, “I'll look forward to a white shirt”

She smiles before excusing herself. As you go about your way, you can't help but glance back, only to find the blonde has beaten you to it, snapping her eyes away from you in an instant.

***

The next morning breezes by in a blur. You manage your early classes and decide to take the afternoon off, indulging in a leisurely lounge session that rivals the pace of a sloth. Despite knowing you should probably get moving, the mere thought of tackling errands or practicing feels like an insurmountable task.

You flop onto your back on the carpeted floor, idly gazing at the ceiling until the tranquil silence is abruptly shattered by the muffled buzzing of your phone. With a lazy stretch, you reach for your phone, glancing at the notification.

One text message.

Sitting up, you unlock your phone.

‘Hey! It's Paige. You know, the girl who spilled coffee on you? Yeah, you probably remember that. Anyway… I cleaned your shirt, and I promise it's good as new. Do you want me to swing by your place or are you cool with coming over here?’

Your fingers move instinctively, typing a response before you even fully process it. After all, if THE Paige Bueckers was extending an invitation to her place, who were you to refuse?

‘I don't mind coming over there.’

Three bubbles appear in the corner of the screen.

‘Great! My room is 12C. Just drop by whenever you want.’

‘Alright, I'll be over in a few minutes.’

‘Perfect, I'll be waiting for you.’

You toss your phone aside, feeling an unexpected surge of energy coursing through you. Where it comes from, you're not entirely sure, but you're certainly not going to question it. Not when it propels you onto your feet in a heartbeat.

Without pausing to overthink, you head for a quick shower, ensuring you look somewhat presentable before getting dressed. There's a pitifully evident spring in your step as you make your way to her room, clutching her freshly washed shirt against your body.

However, all semblance of confidence evaporates upon coming face to face with the blue door, 12C stamped at the top. One. Two. Three seconds pass, and you find yourself rooted in place, your arm trembling slightly before dropping back down.

“Shit…” you mutter, suddenly feeling more self-conscious. But you gather your resolve and decide to just go for it.

Almost instantly, you hear shuffling from behind the door, accompanied by distant thuds before it creaks open. Two brown eyes peer out, catching you off guard. You barely have time to process before she gasps, almost comically.

“Oh my god, you're the coffee girl, aren't you?” The girl, whom you now recognize as KK, swings the door open wider, smiling like a child.

“Um… yeah, that's me,” you reply, scratching the back of your neck and holding up Paige's shirt. “I'm just here for a simple exchange.”

“Girl, come on in,” KK drawls, gesturing for you to enter. “She's down the hall to the left.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle.

It's pretty wild how much they're trusting you, but at this point, does it even matter?

You make your way down to what you presume is Paige’s room, rapping lightly on the door.

Paige answers swiftly, her attention seemingly elsewhere. “Kk, I swear to go—” Her gaze lands on you, and her eyes widen abruptly, words faltering. “Oh, my bad. Thought you were that airhead.”

“Hey!” Kk's voice rings out from the other side of the dorm, prompting a giggle from you.

“Come in, come in. I didn’t realize you were here already,” Paige says, opening her door fully. She strides over to her bed, where a neatly folded white shirt rests on top.

“I like your cologne,” you blurt out before even thinking, immediately regretting your lack of filter. You scramble for an excuse as Paige turns to you, her expression unreadable. “I-I mean, your shirt… I'm assuming it was your cologne. It smelled nice.”

She smiles. “Really? I’m trying something new. Must've smelled better than the coffee, huh?”

You step closer to her, the distance between you diminishing. “Anything would be better than that, to be honest. Imagine dancing while drenched in coffee.”

Paige winces, stepping nearer to you. She extends your shirt towards you. “Yeah, sorry about that again. But don't worry, I made sure it was all gone.”

Taking a moment to really take her in, you absorb every detail you may have missed in your earlier rushed encounter. The way her eyes sparkle, the curve of her smile, the subtle flex of her arms. It's almost overwhelming for your heart to handle.

“Here. I washed yours too.”

“Aww, you didn't have to,” she reply with a cheeky grin. “Now I owe you again.”

“I'm always up for some food,” you shrug, though you don't really mean it. “A broke college student will take what they can get.”

“Deal,” Paige says, her tone shifting slightly more serious. “We could even go now if you want.”

“Wow, didn't expect you to actually say yes. I mean, aren't you like… a celebrity or something around here?” you comment, feeling a mix of surprise and flattery.

Paige shrugs, a smirk playing on her lips. “What, are you worried they'll mistake us for a couple or something?”

“W-what? No…” you stutter, feeling your cheeks flush at the mere suggestion.

“I'm just messing,” she says, turning her head expectantly, her gaze soft yet playful.

It seems to effortlessly dismantle whatever defenses you had put up. “Fine,” you relent, smiling as Paige's face instantly lights up.

“Sweet. Hold on, let me grab my stuff,” she says, brushing past you, leaving you standing awkwardly in the middle of her room. You shift on the balls of your feet until…

“Psst!” Your head snaps towards the doorway as KK looks positively gleeful, biting her finger to stifle a laugh. “You're still gonna dance with me, right? Don't go flaking out.”

“Of course I am. And I’m going to beat you with all those TikTok dances,” you retort, a playful spark between the two of you.

KK gasps dramatically, clutching her shirt. “As if!”

“Alright, KK,” Paige interjects, returning from wherever she went, patting KK on the shoulder with a tad too much strength, causing the smaller guard to wince. “That’s enough.”

You catch the shift in Paige's tone, and she shrugs softly once she notices your gaze on her. “Let’s go?”

You nod and follow closely behind, but not before whispering a quick, “It's still on,” to KK, chuckling as her mouth hangs open in silent protest.

[veryberryjelly]

tangled in lights

pairing : theo nott x reader

🎃 - pillow forts

👻 - " stop playing around with the lights, it's not funny "

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

never had you been so bored on a saturday.

with your friends all studying and theo not arriving at school until tomorrow after the summer holidays, you were truly bored out of your mind.

to the point where you had made a pillow fort onto of your bed.

with your curtains drawn around your bed you had draped a sheet over the top to truly enclose yourself and had strung fairy lights around the bed frame.

it took ages.

and by the time you were done with it you were actually very proud of yourself.

when you were younger your pillow forts never looked like this, mainly because you didn't have the skill to accomplish it, but it just made this one all the more impressive.

you had been curled up in it all day with a cup of coffee and a book that you had been meaning to get to for weeks but never found the time.

it was a truly lovely day.

and you had been undisturbed until the lights in your dorm room started flickering.

" stop playing around with the lights, it's not funny " you called out, assuming that pansy was just trying to get you out of your fort for something.

which really wasnt going to happen.

when the flickering of the lights didn't stop, you set your book down on the bed and balanced your coffee down ontop of it before popping your head out.

" what the hell is w-" you started but immediately cut yourself off when you didnt see pansy or any of the girls at your doorway.

instead, stood in your dorm was your 6 foot boyfriend still damp from the rain outside. he must have just gotten in.

" holy shit " you said, jumping out of your fort, catching yourself momentarily on the string lights around your four poster.

the lights stopped as theo made his way over to you to stop you from falling over.

the minute you were free you launched yourself into his arms, a bright smile on your face as you embraced the man you hadn't seen in weeks.

his arms wrapped tightly around you, lifting you from the floor as he did so, your legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his waist.

" what are you doing here? you weren't supposed to get here until tuesday " you questioned, not daring to move your head from the crook of his neck, instead choosing to continue imprinting his scent in your brain.

" i used the floo. my parents were being pricks and i just wanted to come and see you " he replied, his breath warm against your neck.

its as the mention of his parents that had you pulling back to look at him.

" are you okay? " you questioned, knowing the crap with his parents got to him quite easily.

" im perfectly fine, darling. but i'm here now, and i just want to enjoy some time with you before classes start next week. "

his reply caused your smile to widen even further.

" well then... " you started, lowering your legs from around his waist and taking his hand in yours.

" let me show you around my pillow fort "

[j1mmys-darl1ng]

.ೃ࿐scarring and scaring.ೃ࿐

Pairing : tate langdon x reader

Warnings : mentions of sh, blood, use of y/n, probably mischarecterisation

A/n : im so sorry for not making a new fic, life has been really kicking my ass right now and literally the worst thing i thought could happen happened. Ill try and write a few more fics before October (im not participating in kinktober).

You were dragging the small, pointy metalic object along your arm, adding more pressure each time before you let out a small yelp. Shit. Tate is definitely gonna give you a scolding when he finds you like this.

You wash off the blood, watching the water turn red and then transparent again. You had ran out of bandages the last time this happened so you just pull the sleves of your hoodie down.

"hey, y/n, everything ok in there?" you hear Tates voice through the door. You knew he wasnt an idiot and would definitely know somethings up. He always does.

"uh... Yea.. Im fine" your voice wavers slightly towards the end, seeing the blood bleed through your sleeve. Holy shit. Mabye you went deeper than you thought.

"ok well im not leaving till you open this door, im not an idiot. I know whats going on in there"

You feel a pang of guilt in your gut, knowing you promised him that you would stop. But this time was the first in a while. You can just predict the 'you were doing so well' thats going to come out of his mouth.

You know he wont leave until he sees how much damage youve done. Its not really like he has anything better to do due to being bound to the house and all that crap.

"the door isnt locked.." you tell him, feeling too ashamed to open the door yourself.

He opens the door.

You see his eyes go down to your sleves.

"pull em' up" he tells you. Its not a question, its a command.

As you hesitantly pull your sleves up, the blood smears up with it, creating a bloody mess up your arm. Your eyes begin to spike with tears, your lip begining to tremble and your breathing getting shakier.

"c'mere, let me clean this since i know you wont" his voice is softer now, his disappointment clear but he knows better than to yell at you when your in a glass state. Both fragile and he can see through your words.

He begins to rinse the cuts, using a cloth to wipe the blood away. His cheek rests against your shoulder as he does this.

"you promised me. You swore that you wouldnt do it again, y/n."

".. i know.."

"do you?"

After rinsing out the wounds to the best he could, he pats your arms down with a towel, also adding a bit of pressure to stop the bleeding. Despite the cuts not being fatal, the more pressure you were adding with the tool was making it worse.

After a few minutes, he removes the towel, bandaging your arms with a secret stash he had hidden from you. It was tight but not too tight it would cut off your circulation.

He presses a few small kisses onto the bandages, his thumb rubbing over them gently. It was a sweet moment. One that never usually occurs.

It felt nice.

A/n : shout out to the swaggy discord server im in and shout out to lily for watching sleepover last night with me over a discord call

Thanks for reading! <3

[satanstrousers]

I don't believe in conspiracy theories; but apparently the tunnel thing is real????? https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-67938683

Guys............ Its one tunnel made by a crazy sect of an already fringe group...... Literally done to potentially claim a property thats been in dispute for 30 years........ Its not a network of tunnels........ its one fucking tunnel done by 10 israeli kids who are off their ass on propaganda, its dumb and stupid but read the whole article I promise its one stupid ass tunnel its funny I know trust me I know I've been laughing about it for 2 days now but holy crap are some people missing the point

[woolpines]

UPDATED DIFFERENCES IN THE FAMILY TREE CHALLENGE 2023

ahh, the differences in the family tree challenge or DITFT for short. this was, by far, one of my FAVORITE challenges to do when i still played the sims 4, alongside the disney legacy challenge and for the sims 3. the issue back then was that i could never finish generation one. now with my own lepacy following hix’s rules, i've been inspired and having a blast, but also don’t want to keep playing the same save and get bored! so what did i do? i decided to make a more updated DITFT challenge with a point system with the goal of wanting to get the most out of each generation, much like the completionist challenge.

the rules i am referencing/using are not mine. there are currently two sets of rules, one from 2010 which is the original challenge by angelofafallen and an updated version of that challenge, from the sims 3 forum website from 2012. now,  i haven’t changed too much but, but upon looking at the rules, it seemed that university, island paradise, seasons, and into the future were missing so that's been added!

the differences in the family tree challenge is essentially like the completionist challenge. you are taking each generation as a chance to explore each and every corner of the game and discover things you’ve never done before, hence why this and the completionist challenge are my favorite challenges by far. this challenge offers sixteen generations, but you can give or take a few if sixteen is too much for you. however, this has been expanded into TWENTY generations, but the total number being THIRTY SIX. HOLY CRAP! and that is including all the extra generational challenges. if that number is too much for you, then you can stick to the normal ten, or do however many gens you want!

FUN NOTE: you can spice this challenge up by randomizing each generation where you don’t go in the order of this challenge, so you may start out as a farmer, then end up a werewolf in the next generation, or begin as a resort owner, to living as a scientist in the next. the choice is yours! you can also choose to penalize yourself to make it a bit challenging and to kinda push you to reach the goals for each generation. really, its up to you!

rules under the cut!

GENERATION ONE: FARMER

GEN ONE GOALS:

grow a garden with every type of plant (excluding omniplant) +1 point

get married, but no woohoo before marriage +1 point

-1 point if you woohoo before you’re married

have a boy and girl and keep trying until you do! +1 point

1+ per kid, -1 point if you eat watermelons or apples to manipulate the gender, 0.5+ if you decide to adopt the gender you do not have

master the gardening skill +1

-1 point if you don’t master the gardening skill before your youngest is a young adult

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

catch every type of fish 0.5+ point

marry a sim with the “loves the outdoors” and/or “green thumb” trait 0.5+ point

IF YOU HAVE PETS: adopt a riding horse, or a hunting dog 0.5+ point

GENERATION TWO: BUSINESS

GEN TWO GOALS:

reach level 10 of the business career +1 point

-1 point if you don’t reach level 10 before your child(ren) are young adults

get level 10 in the charisma skill +1 point

-1 point if you don’t reach level 10 before your child(ren) are young adults

get married, woohoo, and have kids +1 point

have at least one kid +1 point

+1 point per kid

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

become enemies with your parents +0.5 point

partner into any business +0.5 point

have over 50,000 in family funds +0.5 point

marry a co-worker +0.5 point

GENERATION TWO POINT FIVE: JOURNALISM

GEN TWO POINT FIVE GOALS:

join the journalism career 1+ point

get to level 10 of the journalism career +1 point

-1 point if you don’t reach level 10 before your child(ren) are young adults

reach level 10 of the writing skill

-1 point if you don’t reach level 10 before your child(ren) are young adults

get married, woohoo, and have kids +1

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

become enemies with your parents 0.5+ point

partner in any business 0.5+ point

write ten papers 0.5+ point

marry a co-worker 0.5+ point

GENERATION THREE: HEARTBREAKER

GEN THREE GOALS:

kiss six sims +1 point

be the lover to two sims, then break their hearts +1 point

get married and have kids with whoever you want +1 point

+1 point per kid

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

have your spouse die on your lot (you can repeat the process up to three times) 0.5+ point

0.5+ point per dead spouse

keep their grave on your lot 0.5+ point

0.5+ point for each spouse’s grave

go on at least ten dates 0.5+ point (if you have generations)

earn a bad reputation 0.5+ point (if you have generations)

GENERATION THREE POINT FIVE: ADVENTURER (WORLD ADVENTURES)

GEN THREE POINT FIVE GOALS:

visit all locations +1 point

gain all vista levels +1 point

master the photography skill +1 point

master the martial arts skill +1 point

master the nectar making skill +1 point

-1 point for each skill you don’t master by the time your child(ren) are young adults

marry a local and have kids

-1 point if you don’t marry a local, +1 per kid

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

finish all tombs +0.5 point

0.5+ point for every tomb you complete

GENERATION FOUR: WRITER

GEN FOUR GOALS:

master the writing skill 1+ point

master the painting skill +1 point

-1 point if the skill is not mastered before your child(ren) are YA

write at least 10 books +1 point

-1 point if you don’t reach this goal before your child(ren) are YA, 0.5+ for each book you write

paint at least 20 paintings +1 point

-1 point if you don’t reach this goal before your child(ren) are YA, 0.5+ point for each painting finished

get married, woohoo, and have kids +1

1+ per kid

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

be best friends with your parents 0.5+ point

get 10,000 in royalties 0.5+ point

paint portraits of your family (parents, grandparents, etc) 0.5+ point

paint your spouse and child(ren) 0.5+ point

learn and master the sculpting skill +0.5 point (ambitions)

make an ice sculpture of your spouse +0.5 point (ambitions)

learn all sculpture material types +0.5 point (ambitions)

make at least five sculptures +0.5 point (ambitions)

GENERATION FIVE: ROCK STAR

GEN FIVE GOALS:

master the guitar skill 1+ point

-1 point if the skill is not mastered before your child(ren) are YA

reach level 10 of the music career +1 point

-1 point if you don’t reach this goal before your child(ren) are YA

have at least three kids and get married +1 point

+1 point per kid

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

master painting skill 0.5+ point

learn all songs (excluding songs from vacation world) 0.5+ point

ROCK STAR BRANCH

get a tattoo 0.5+ point (ambitions)

have at least three signings 0.5+ point

play a concert at least two times 0.5+ point

SYMPHONIC BRANCH

befriend at least one co-worker +0.5 point

know all co-workers +0.5 point

reach level 5 in the logic skill

GENERATION FIVE POINT FIVE: ROCK STAR (LATE NIGHT)

GEN FIVE POINT FIVE GOALS:

master the bass skill 1+ point

master the guitar skill +1 point

master piano skill +1 point

master drums skill +1 point

-1 point if the skill is not mastered before your child(ren) are YA

find love, woohoo, and have kids +1

1+ per kid

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

start a band 0.5+ point

find three people for the band 0.5+ point

play at least three gigs 0.5+ point

practice for every gig you play 0.5+ point

GENERATION SIX: FAMILY MAN

GEN SIX GOALS:

adopt at least one child 1+ point

try for twins +1 point

1+ per kid

teach toddlers how to walk, talk, and use the potty +1 point

-0.5 point for each skill the toddlers don’t learn by the time they are children

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

have at least five kids of your own +2 point

help kids with homework every night +0.5 point

attend at least two of your kids’ weddings +0.5 point

GENERATION SIX POINT FIVE: CELEBRITY (LATE NIGHT)

GEN SIX POINT FIVE GOALS:

master the writing skill 1+ point

master the charisma skill +1 point

-1 point if the skill is not mastered before your child(ren) are YA

reach level 5 celebrity status +1

-1 point if you don’t reach this goal before your child(ren) are YA, -0.5 for every scandal you end up in

reach the top of the film career (actor/director) +1 point

-1 point if you don’t reach this goal before your child(ren) are YA

get married, woohoo, and have kids +1

1+ per kid

have two celebrity friends

sue paparazzi for slander if involved for a scandal 0.5+ point

go to every bar in the town and have a drink from every one of them 0.5+ point

GENERATION SIX POINT SEVEN: BABYSITTER (GENERATIONS)

GEN SIX POINT SEVEN GOALS:

reach the top of the daycare career 1+ point

-1 if you don’t top the career before your child(ren) reach YA

get married only after you reach level three of the day care career +1 point

-1 if you get married before then

see your children graduate

-1 point for each child’s graduation you miss

enroll your kids in after school activities

-1 point for each kid that isn’t enrolled in one

send at least one child to boarding school

-1 if there isn’t at least one child in boarding school

have as many kids as you want +1 point

1+ per kid

GENERATION SEVEN: CRIMINAL

GEN SEVEN GOALS:

join the criminal career 1+ point

reach the top of the career+1 point

-1 point if the goal is not reached before your child(ren) are YA

master athletic skill +1 point

master logic skill +1 point

-1 point if you don’t reach this goal before your child(ren) are YA

marry someone with the evil trait+1 point

-1 point if you don’t marry someone with the evil trait

woohoo, and have kids +1

1+ per kid

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

be best friends with five sims

pull pranks on the family and neighbors and don’t get caught (generations)

max prank reputation (generations)

GENERATION EIGHT: POLITICIAN

GEN EIGHT GOALS:

join and reach the top of the political career 1+ point

-1 if you don’t reach this goal before your child(ren) are YA

master the charisma skill +1 point

-1 point if the skill is not mastered before your child(ren) are YA

throw a political/campaign party once a week

get at least 10,000 in campaign funds

-2 point if you steal from the campaign

donate charity every saturday

get married as an adult

have three babies

+1 per child

GENERATION EIGHT POINT FIVE: ATHLETE

GEN EIGHT POINT FIVE GOALS:

join the athletic career 1+ point

get married as an adult +1 point

-1 point if the skill is not mastered before your child(ren) are YA

reach top of the athletic career +1 point

-1 point if you don’t reach this goal before your child(ren) are YA

donate to charity every saturday +1 point

have at least two kids +1

1+ per child

get into a fight with your parents

jog at least once a week

meet someone new once a week

GENERATION NINE: HIDDEN WONDER

GEN NINE GOALS:

woohoo at least three service sims (fireman, burgler, maid, policeman, etc.) 1+ point

-1 if you don’t woo at least three of them by the end of the generation

have a child with a service sim +1 point

1+ per child

have a child that has a hidden trait +1 point

-0.5 point if the children you have do not have a hidden trait

kick out your child(ren) after they become YA +1 point

no points will be deducted if you decide to have them remain in the household, 0.5+ for each child you send off if you have multiple children

marry a service sim +1

have a part time job

GENERATION NINE POINT FIVE: FIREFIGHTER (AMBITIONS)

GEN NINE POINT FOUR GOALS:

reach the top of the firefighter career 1+ point

-1 if you do not reach this goal before your child(ren) are YA

get the key to the city +1 point

master athletic skill +1 point

master handiness skill +1 point

-1 point for each skill you don’t master before your child(ren) are YA

marry a service sim +1 point

woohoo, and have kids +1

1+ per child

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

rescue five sims from fires 0.5+ point

put out ten fires 0.5+ point

get a hidden trait 0.5+ point

GENERATION TEN: OFFICER

GEN TEN GOALS:

join the law enforcement career 1+ point

max logic skill +1 point

max painting skill +1 point

max athletic skill +1 point

-1 point if the skill is not mastered before your child(ren) are YA

become best friends with a co-worker +1 point

have at least two kids +1 point

+1 per child

get married +1 point

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

have a best friend forever 0.5+ point

have at least two friends 0.5+ point

have a fight with a burglar and win 0.5+ point

GENERATION TEN POINT FIVE: INVESTIGATOR (AMBITIONS)

GEN TEN POINT FIVE GOALS:

join the investigator profession 1+ point

snoop ten locations +1 point

write five papers on your findings +1 point

reach the top of your career +1 point

-1 point if you don’t reach this goal before your child(ren) are YA

get married and have children +1

1+ per child

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

snoop around and follow the sim of your dreams 0.5+ point

go through at least five garbage cans and five mailboxes 0.5+ point

don’t marry until you are an adult 0.5+

adopt a child 0.5+

GENERATION ELEVEN: DOCTOR

GEN ELEVEN GOALS:

join the medical career 1+ point

max the logic skill +1 point

-1 point if skill is not mastered by the time your child(ren) are YA

befriend boss and parents +1 point

get married and have kids +1 point

1+ per child

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

give a sim medical advice 0.5+ point

determine gender of a pregnant sim 0.5+ point

befriend all co-workers 0.5+ point

give vaccinations to at least ten sims 0.5+ point (ambitions)

marry someone you vaccinated (ambitions)

GENERATION TWELVE: SCIENTIST

GEN TWELVE GOALS:

join the science career 1+ point

master gardening skill +1 point

master handiness skill +1 point

-1 point for each skill not mastered before child(ren) are YA

reach level 10 of the science career +1 point

-1 if goal is not reached before child(ren) are YA

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

Resurrect two ghosts 0.5+ point

GENERATION TWELVE POINT FIVE: INVENTOR (AMBITIONS)

GEN TWELVE POINT FIVE GOALS:

become a registered inventor 1+ point

master the inventing skill +1 point

master the handiness skill +1 point

-1 if skill is not mastered before child(ren) are YA

invent 10 toys +1 point

0.5+ for every toy made, 0.5- for every toy not made before child(ren) are YA

collect scrap ten times from the junk yard 1+ point

blow up things twice in public +1 point

have a kid through the time machine

1+ per child

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

have a death flower in your inventory at all times 0.5+ point

make one of your kids have the genius trait 0.5+ point

get married 0.5+

marry a simbot or a best friend 0.5+

GENERATION THIRTEEN: CHEF

GEN THIRTEEN GOALS:

join the culinary career 1+ point

reach the top of your career +1 point

-1 if this goal is not reached before your child(ren) are YA

master the cooking skill +1 point

master gardening skill +1 point

-1 if skill is not maxed before child(ren) are YA

marry a sim with the natural cook trait +1 point

-1 point if you marry a sim that doesn’t have the natural cook trait

have three kids +1 point

+1 per kid

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

collect all recipes

cook all meals for the family

GENERATION THIRTEEN POINT FIVE: GHOST HUNTER (AMBITIONS)

GEN THIRTEEN POINT FIVE GOALS:

join the ghost hunting profession 1+ point

reach the top of your career +1 point

-1 if this goal is not reached before your child(ren) are YA

master the logic skill +1 point

-1 if skill is not maxed before child(ren) are YA

catch at least thirty ghosts +1 point

convince at least ten ghosts to move on +1 point

marry and have kids +1 point

1+ per child

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

marry a ghost 0.5+ point

have a ghost child 0.5+ point

learn ambrosia 0.5+ point

GENERATION THIRTEEN POINT SEVEN: BARTENDER

GEN THIRTEEN POINT SEVEN GOALS:

master mixology skill 1+ point

master cooking skill +1 point

-1 if skill is not maxed before your child(ren) are YA

buy a bar +1 point

reach level five of the gardening skill

have a kid and get married +1 point

1+ per child

GENERATION THIRTEEN: CHEF

GEN THIRTEEN GOALS:

join the culinary career 1+ point

reach the top of your career +1 point

-1 if this goal is not reached before your child(ren) are YA

master the cooking skill +1 point

master gardening skill +1 point

-1 if skill is not maxed before child(ren) are YA

marry a sim with the natural cook trait +1 point

-1 point if you marry a sim that doesn’t have the natural cook trait

have three kids +1 point

+1 per kid

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

collect all recipes

cook all meals for the family

GENERATION FOURTEEN: COLLECTOR

GEN FOURTEEN GOALS:

get married and have kids 1+ point

have two kids with different people +1 point

do not get a job +1 point

-1 if you get a job of any sort (full time, profession, part time, etc)

spouse can get a job, but you can’t

do not help kids with homework or teach them toddler skills +1 point

have a child with another sim and move them into the household +1 point

read 15 books +1 point

0.5+ for each book you finish

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

collect all gems +0.5 point

collect all bugs 0.5+ point

collect rocks/meteor rocks 0.5+ point

transfigure five stones/gems +0.5 point

don’t change dirty diapers

flirt with three sims in the town

do not wash or clean the house at all

own a pet (pets)

GENERATION FOURTEEN POINT FIVE: ALL OVER

GEN FOURTEEN POINT FIVE GOALS:

start and quit three different jobs 1+ point

reach level five of a skill that is required for those jobs +1 point

meet at least one coworker from each job +1 point

have a child with two different sims +1 point

+1 point per child

flirt with at least three sims

GENERATION FOURTEEN POINT SEVEN: ANIMAL LOVER

GEN FOURTEEN POINT SEVEN GOALS:

don’t get a job unless it involves animals 1+ point

observe at least five wild animals +1 point

get four types of sub animals (parrots, snakes, etc.) +1 point

own at least three cats throughout your life +1 point

own at least thee dogs throughout your life +1 point

own at least one horse throughout your life +1 point

no penalty if pet goal cannot be reached

be best friends with at least five of your animals +1 point

get married and have kids with two different people +1 point

+1 per child

play with your animals everyday +1 point

GENERATION FIFTEEN: TOGETHER AS ONE

GEN FIFTEEN GOALS:

have two children from previous heir adopt one child sim 1+ point

have both heirs have at least one child +1 point

+1 per child

have both heirs join the military career +1 point

have both heirs master the athletic skill +1 point

-1 if skill is not maxed before child(ren) are YA

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

Buy two businesses (one for each heir) 0.5+ point

complete heirs’ LTW

GENERATION FIFTEEN POINT FIVE: STYLIST/DESIGNER

GEN FIFTEEN GOALS:

have the two heirs from the parent of the previous gen become a stylist and architectural designer 1+ point

have both heirs have at least one child +1 point

max out required skills for both professions +1 point

-1 point if skill is not mastered by the time child(ren) are YA

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

know at least 20 people 0.5+ point

become best friends with one of your clients for each heir 0.5+ point

buy a business together 0.5+ point

GENERATION SIXTEEN: SUPERNATURAL

GEN SIXTEEN GOALS:

become a supernatural (witch, wolf, vampire, etc) 1+ point

if turned into a vampire, feed from ten different sims +1 point

0.5+ if you turn a sim into a vampire

same applies if you are a wolf, 0.5+ for each sim turned into a wolf

master at least five skills  +1 point

-1 for each skill out of the five not reached before child(ren) are YA

have an alchemy station +1 point

marry a supernatural sim of your choice and have kids +1 point

0.5+ point for each kid that turns out as a supernatural, +1 per child born

have the fortune telling career and reach the top of it  +1 point

-1 if goal is not reached before child(ren) are YA

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

learn all elixirs 0.5+ point

learn all spells (if you are a witch/fairy) 0.5+ point

master broom riding skill +0.5 point

have a baby with all supernatural types 0.5+ point

public woohoo in at least five different spots 0.5+ point

GENERATION SIXTEEN POINT FIVE: INTO THE FUTURE

GEN SIXTEEN POINT FIVE GOALS:

become best friends with your imaginary friend (if you have one) 1+ point (generations)

turn the imaginary friend into a real person +1 point (generations)

max the logic skill +1 point

-1 for skill not reached before child(ren) are YA

marry the imaginary friend and travel to the future together +1 point

change the future to all future types (dystopian, utopian, normal) +1 point

master all future skills (advanced technology, laser rhythmicon, etc) +1 point

-1 for each skill not reached before child(ren) are YA

check the lottery numbers in the future then go back to the present to win +1

genetically engineer at least one child +1 point

have kids +1 point

+1 per child born

OPTIONAL GOALS:

visit your ancestors at least three times 0.5+ point

buy a house in the future 0.5+ point

gain all legacy statues 0.5+ point

create three plumbots 0.5+ point

own all future technology 0.5+ point

GENERATION SEVENTEEN: ISLAND LIFE

GEN SEVENTEEN GOALS:

become a lifeguard and reach the top of the career 1+ point

-1 if goal is not met before child(ren) are YA

master the athletic skill +1 point

master the charisma skill +1 point

master the diving skill +1 point

-1 point for each skill not mastered before child(ren) are YA

meet and have a child with a mermaid (you don’t have to marry them) +1 point

+1 per child

visit a resort 0.5+ point

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

own a resort and get it to five stars 0.5+ point

earn 40,000 in resort funds 0.5+ point

become a mermaid 0.5+ point

explore all dive locations 0.5+ point

fight a shark and survive 0.5+ point

join the scuba diver profession and reach the top of it +1 point

GENERATION EIGHTEEN: UNIVERSITY

GEN EIGHTEEN GOALS:

take the aptitude test and scholarship forms and head off to university +1 point

finish a degree +1 point

make at least five friends 1+ point

get all A’s +2 point

-0.5 point for every grade that isn’t an A at the end of the term

kiss someone while juiced 0.5+ point

go to or host three parties 0.5+ point

own a social networking blog and get to five stars +1 point

master social networking skill +1 point

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

protest four times about different causes +0.5 point

protest about death and be revived 0.5+ point

max the street art skill 0.5+ point

max out every influence 0.5+ point

complete more than one degree +2 point

become or fall in love with a plant sim +1 point

have a baby with a plantsim +1 point

join a career that’s boosted by your degree(s) when done with university 0.5+ point

reach the top of that career +1 point

play juice pong twice +0.5 point

GENERATION NINETEEN: SEASONS

GEN NINETEEN GOALS:

go to every festival for each season at least once +1 point

-1 point for each festival you miss

change the weather with the weather totem three times +1 point

get abducted by aliens +1 point

if male, get pregnant by aliens, 0.5+ bonus

have a sim die from weather exposure (heat, cold, etc) +1 point

participate in all activities at each festival +1 point

GENERATION TWENTY: SHOWTIME

GEN TWENTY GOALS:

become a magician, acrobat, or singer +1

have the natural born performer trait +1

have at least seven gigs +1

-1 if you do not complete this goal by the time your child(ren) are YA

reach the top of your career +1

-1 if you do not complete this goal by the time your child(ren) are YA

busk on the street for tips once or twice a week +1

have three flings, with one of them resulting in a pregnancy

0.5+ if each fling results in a pregnancy

have at least one child +1

+1 per child

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVES:

get the genie lamp and make two wishes 0.5+ point

use your last wish to free the genie 0.5+ point

have a child with a genie 0.5+ point

FOR REITERATION:

+1 for goals reached for each generational goal

-1 for goals not reached for each generation goal

+1 per child for each generation

+0.5 for extra generational goals

+2 for some special generational goals

-2 for some special generational goals

if there are any issues, questions, or any suggestions for this challenge, let me know and happy simming!

credits to: angelofafallen, theusernamefound for the original DITFT and updated DITFT challenges

[turning-monday-blue]

Sweets (1/?)

The snugness was barely tolerable. She had overestimated herself. She looked surreptitiously over her shoulder and ducked around a corner. The only thing following her were her bad decisions, but she felt chased all the same.

Okay. Calm down. Breathe (but not too deep). Evaluate the situation. What are your options? Can you loosen anything?

She looked down at herself. Past her swollen breasts, past a fluffy roll of upper belly, she examined her waistline. Nope. The button was the only thing keeping the zipper together, and vice versa. For the millionth time, she lamented her morning. What a bright idea, interviewing for a job with a snack company. She was very well aware of how sweets affected her.

Could she find somewhere discrete to wait out her... little metabolic mishap? She looked around for a discrete nook to accommodate her fresh bulk.

The little atrium she had found had a series of plush benches around the walls. She sighed and headed for the one in the corner. She sucked in as best she could and sat down. Some horny little corner of her mind made note of how it felt as her tight belly shifted against her puffy thighs.

Sitting like this, only barely upright lest bending too far compromise her jeans, she couldn't ignore how her waistband was trying to cut her in half. She thought back to how she had done this to herself. The lovely HR manager had very explicitly pointed out the basket of the company's sugary offerings there in the middle of interview table. The woman had been insistent that she try at least one of each, gushing like any good salesperson about their rich flavors and subtle textures, occasionally even peeling one out of its wrapper and handing it to her.

How could she have done anything but eat what was offered to her? And by a beautiful woman, no less. She knew how her body reacted to food like this, but she had been desperate to make a good impression, to look good and eager and employable. A good girl. She ignored that last thought, and the accompanying shiver through her frazzled tummy.

She closed her eyes and tried to steady herself. Breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth (but not too deeply). All she had to do was calm down, and give her body a chance to do the same. Then she could find a back door to sneak out of, go home and hope that somehow that she hadn't blown the interview.

She opened her eyes again and caught sight of herself in a mirror across the room. Holy crap, she was huge. She had been her normal, narrow self, and her outfit had fit very very normally, when she had arrived. But now? Now it looked positively painted onto her. Her breasts were trying to spill out of her tastefully exposed bra and over the lapel of her blouse. She was more balloon than woman at this point. She ignored another tingle.

As she watched herself in the mirror, she noticed something change. Slowly but surely, the last wrinkle in her blouse smoothed out. Uh oh. That meant... she was still filling out. Panic. She tingled again.

No. No. Calm. Breathe (but not too deep). She closed her eyes again, and could feel her plump body quietly grow. Crap.

Panic. Calm. Breathe (but not too deep). Calm.

Maybe if she didn't look, it would go away. That had never worked before, sure, but there's a first time for everything, right?

As she rationalized to herself, she noticed the sound of heels clacking towards her hiding spot. Panic!

Maybe their owner would pass and not notice her?

No such luck.

The woman who had interviewed her rounded the corner.

"There you are!"

She struggled to stand. So tight.

"You left your purse upstairs. I get it, though. Interviews can be pretty stressful, huh?"

Like nothing had changed. Did this woman not notice that she was currently three times the size she was when she had shown up? Could this woman not hear every seam in her clothes creaking in harmony? Could the woman not see how wide and deep and round she was becoming?

"It's such a beautiful handbag, I almost wanted to keep it for myself!" The woman laughed. "Oh well."

She took the bag from the woman. "O-oh! Thank you!" Leapt out of her.

"Listen," said the woman, "technically I have to review a few other candidates, but I think you're a shoo-in for the position." The woman moved closer. "No one else has shown so much... enthusiasm." Closer still. She basked in the smell of the woman's musky perfume.

"Oh... that's great!" she managed to squeak out.

"In fact," the woman continued, "if you'd like to come back upstairs, we can have you fill out the onboarding paperwork now, so you don't have to come back just to fill out some forms if... when we give you the job." So close now.

"Um! Okay!" What.

The woman placed a gentle hand on the side of her massive, tight, growing belly. "Listen, between you and me, that passion you showed today will take you far with us. Do you feel like the offer is fair? We can negotiate further if you need." The woman's eyes were so sincere.

What was going on here? She could barely think.

The woman placed her other hand on top of her belly, well hidden by her burgeoning breasts. "I do hope you'll say yes."

"Um..."

There was a pop. Her button pinged away across the room from her overburdened jeans. It made a little thwack sound as it hit the far wall. Her zipper flew down, zizzing audibly. Her belly erupted through the breach. Her blouse retreated upwards. The tingling became a roar. All the while, the woman, as though no tectonic shifts were happening right there and then, continued to implore with borderline puppydog eyes.

The world held its breath with her. How had this woman not reacted to any of that?! What? Was the woman still waiting for an answer?

"...okay?" She tried. She wasn't sure if her brain was still working. "Sure?" Best to stick to small sentences.

"Yay!" cheered the woman, "I really think you'll love it here!" The woman launched in for a quick hug around her exposed belly. The woman's arms didn't go even halfway around her. And still the woman didn't seem to notice that anything was wrong.

"Well! If you'll follow me back to the elevators, we can at least get the formalities out of the way."

The woman took her by the hand and pulled, still gentle. She followed, mutely. Even the horniest, shamiest corners of her mind were silent, waiting with bated breath.

As they reached the elevators, the woman pushed the up button and stood to the side. "Please," said the woman, "after you!"

On autopilot now, she stepped into the elevator and... wedged into the door. Stuck. What. Panic? Calm? The elevator dinged again as if to say "I'm waiting!"

The cold of the elevator doors brought her back to reality. She put a hand on either side of herself and tried to pull herself in. As though this were somehow normal, the woman chirped "Oh, here, let me help!"

She felt a gentle pair of hands press into her oceanic bottom. Her horny brain thrilled again. She clamped down on those thoughts. No time to be a pervert.

Between the two of them, they muscled her into the elevator. She turned to face the doors in time to watch the woman press into her in order to let the doors close. Normally equipped for eight full-sized human adults, due to her immensity, it very barely fit two.

"We need floor thirty," said the woman into her barely contained cleavage. She tried to reach for the panel of buttons, but by now there was simply too much of her in the way.

"I've got it," said the woman, reaching behind her without looking.

They rode the thirty floors quietly. She could feel herself still widening, pressing towards the walls of the elevator car. Her embarrassment had burnt out, leaving only a kind of stunned peace in her mind. She tried to will her body away from the woman, but where else could it really go?

By the time they reached their destination, the woman was firmly pressed against the doors, still showing no indication of the extra-ordinariness of the situation.

As the doors opened, the woman stepped back, grabbed her hands, and pulled as she tried to wiggle through the door. Eventually she floomped through, and they set off toward the HR suite.

Full-on waddling now, she felt an inner tension release. She had stopped growing. Relief. If nothing else, at least things had stopped getting worse. Sure, she was almost round enough to roll. Tingle. Sure, her clothing had been reduced to barely covering her... rude areas. Tingle. Sure, a beautiful woman was acting as though this was all perfectly normal. Tingle tingle tingle. But hey, at least it finally wasn't getting worse.

The woman pushed open the double doors to the HR suite and welcomed her in with another glittering smile. They seemed to be the only ones there. The woman led her, patiently, to the front desk area. The woman ducked behind the desk, looking for something.

"Hmm, it looks like I'll need to go print off more some more copies of the forms. Shouldn't take more than a minute or two." Finally she'd have a moment to collect herself.

Then the woman produced a basket, laden with various goodies, from underneath the desk. "Here! Help yourself, sorry to make you wait." Uh.

"Oh, here, allow me," said the woman, picking out a chocolate confection, peeling it, and pressing it into her mouth. "I'll be right back!"

She chewed and swallowed the treat.

Uh oh.

[magpod-confessions]

Its crazy how everyone always tryna draw /stylish/ versions of the characters (according to fandom people which makes it. Questionable in actual style) but always sleep on the one character that is described as being stylish and havin cool hair bc shes black and a woman. How come we got the same or more fanarts of Mike Crew when he like shows up in one episode and then gets immediately knocked dead than Anabelle who appears multiple times is a mysterious presence loomin over the story and plays a huge role on like. The whole closure of the entire podcast. Like im sure everyone hates to hear it and im callin myself out w this too cuz i havent done much fanart of her (to be fair i havent done enough fanart in general bc of chronic artblock) but im calling racism, mysoginy and mysoginoir too bc everyone either ignores her or writtes her as a dominant agressive presence to antagonize in their jmart fics

Anon you are actually so so right holy crap

[daily-vitamin-ena]

tumblr doesnt let me ask from side blogs.. hhh ifhadaio. im @that-seems-stupid-lets-do-it for pjsk stuff !!!

wanted to get a bit involved in the vitamin stuff but all of the characters id wanna do got taken so! drawings it is. not mad about that though im fine as a bystander. or as an anon. saying random crap in a bunch of different inboxes is so funny

you can tell the drawings degrade in quality as it goes on. for some vitamin blogs i had no clue what to draw so its just the character that the blog is focused around theyre ordered chronologically as i drew them (akito is the outlier. he was done sooner than a few others but shhh) putting it in your askbox specifically because doing it individually would be a pain and some of the blogs dont have askboxes open also. did not do any other ones than the pjsk original characters because i think over 20 guys to draw would give me a heart attack. i tried to make a lot of them related to the individual blogs lore or just jokes ive come across while scrolling through them but again i didn't know what to do for some of them so it's just the character they're focused around (sorry i know there's a lot to scroll through !!!)

HOLY SHIYT!WEFJYTQWEFUTQWE WE LOOK SO SILLY I LOVE THEM????? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS I LOVE THIS YOU GUYS LOOK