#Max Normal Safe Level

[adimouze]

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[mossy-rock-in-a-field]

Several weeks ago, my retirement-age mother requested that I play Baldur’s Gate 3 for her because she has trouble with controllers/keyboards and wanted “to see what all the fuss is about with that cute wizard boy.” For context, my mother and I have done this sort of thing in the past with certain RPGs (dragon age, mass effect, etc.), but it’s been a few years since she’s personally requested a game like this. Basically, I control her Tav but let her make all the choices so she can determine how the story plays out without worrying about mechanics. She treats it like a choose-your-own-adventure book.

Anyway, here is a list of some of the things my mother has said and/or chosen to do throughout the course of BG3 in no particular order:

She is (obviously) romancing Gale. She is quite smitten with him and his passion for books and learning; she also thinks he’s polite and qualifies as “relationship material.” She also REALLY likes the things he’s said about his cat so far (my mom is a cat lady), so I know she’s gonna flip shit when we meet Tara in Act III.

She’s playing a normal druid Tav with a generally good alignment. Her favorite spell is Spike Growth because she thinks it’s hilarious whenever enemies walk into the AOE and die. I usually end up having to cast it at least once per battle per her request. Sometimes twice.

Contrary to her alignment, my mother tasks me with robbing every single chest, crate, barrel, and burlap sack we come across; this also includes people and their pockets. The party is always at max carrying capacity. ALWAYS. She doesn’t like selling things because “what if I need them.” The camp stash is in literal shambles. There is no hope of organizing it. She’s got like fifty seven sets of rags and a billion pieces of random silverware.

She MUST talk to every animal and corpse in the game. I think five hours of her total playtime so far (47ish) has been spent speaking to animals as many times as humanly possible. Like, I was thorough in my own playthroughs, but this is on a whole other level.

She did NOT get Volo’s lobotomy, but she did let Auntie Ethel take her eye in hopes of a cure for the tadpole. I did not understand the logic then. I still do not understand it now.

She is far more interested in fashion than equipment stats. Do you have any idea how much gold I’ve had to spend on dyes just to make things match? SO much. Same vibe as that “please someone help me balance my finances my family is starving” tweet but instead of candles it’s thirty thousand fucking bottles of black and furnace red dye.

We broke the prisoners out of Moonrise, but they got on the boat too early and bugged the fight by leaving Astarion and Karlach behind. Wulbren Bongle somehow got stuck in combat mode even after engaging the cutscene on the docks below Last Light; he he kept trying to run ALL THE WAY BACK TO MOONRISE nine fucking meters at a time while I frantically tried to finish the fight with the Warden, otherwise Wulbren would have run straight into the shadow curse. (I would’ve let him go; fuck Wulbren Bongle, all my homies hate Wulbren Bongle. But my mom didn’t know that, and she wanted to keep him safe. So.)

She had me reload a save like eighteen times to save the giant eagles on top of Rosymorn Monastery. Wouldn’t even let me do non-lethal damage just to get past things. I think getting that warhammer for the dawnmaster puzzle took us like an hour and a half alone. (Yes, I know you can use any warhammer, but SHE didn’t.)

She’s started keeping an irl notebook to keep track of her quests between play sessions. She writes down ideas and strategies when she thinks of them during the week, then brings them to her next game session at my house. I think she wrote about three pages on possible approaches to the goblin fortress alone.

She insists that I pet Scratch and the owlbear cub before every single long rest, no exceptions. Sometimes I have to do it multiple times until she is absolutely sure that the animals know exactly how much she loves and cherishes them. She has also commissioned a crocheted owlbear plush from a friend of hers and is very excited.

I’m sure there’s a bunch of stuff I’m forgetting, but those are some fun things I thought of. She’s enjoying the game and is telling all of her retired friends to get it and play it for themselves. She asked me “what is Discord” yesterday and I think my life flashed before my eyes.

anyway shout out to my mom for being neat

Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

[more-mara]

a/b/o with omega!Oscar but nobody really knew or expected he was one until they paid attention to how he acted and how he looked and they were like "🤨 hold on-"

thought about it like sfw but as you wish!:D

thankss

Mwah mwah mwah love this concept. Didn’t really know which angle to approach this from regarding drivers but I gave it a go.

Formula one, the pinnacle of motorsport. The 20 best drivers competing at the highest level meant that there was no room for distractions, not when they were driving at 300 kilometres an hour in less than optimal conditions. That’s probably why the FIA demanded a suppressant clause be worked into every drivers contract.

The thing with suppressants was that they worked and they worked well, eliminating all chances of instinctual behaviours that could otherwise cause issues between the drivers. So, all of them were required to be on them.

Nobody really spoke about their designation, it was a little taboo to ask someone outright so the majority of the grid remained an unknown.

It’s not like suppressants worked by slapping a patch on their scent glands and going about their days. Suppressants weren’t dissimilar to contraceptives where in they are required to take a pill at the same time every day in order to suppress their instincts.

Most drivers were on the yearly ones that required them to be taken constantly throughout the year with no breaks whereas a select few took specific ones where they could bypass taking them during breaks.

Max Verstappen was the only current driver on the latter and his designation came out pretty quickly once the summer break hit. Alpha. No shocks there.

It was widely assumed that the entire grid were alphas. It was an alpha sport after all. Only one driver had the misfortune of being held under a lens when it came to his designation and that was Charles Leclerc- constantly questioned and monitored by the media who were desperate to know if he was really an omega.

That one was a shock. When his suppressants suddenly started to fail mid race and a deep, musky scent started to fill the paddock once he stepped out of the car. Charles knew what had happened immediately and just shrugged it off with utmost casualty.

“You’re- you’re an alpha?!” Max gasped, brows furrowing deeply. Charles scoffed as he looked over at him.

“Yeah?”

“But- I’m an alpha, that can’t work,” Max muttered, brushing his hand through his head frustratedly.

“What? What are you talking about?” Charles questioned, starting to unbutton the top of his race suit.

“Nothing- nothing,”

And that was that. Charles Leclerc, the most stereotypical omega on the grid, was in fact, an alpha.

Maybe that revelation was what kickstarted the other drivers to become a little more curious about their fellow competitors. Certain drivers knew of other drivers’ designations simply from being close friends but they would never share that information without explicit consent.

Lando hadn’t really though much about his current teammates designation. Oscar was just so…normal. He safely assumed that Oscar was a beta without having any real reason to doubt that.

Until Oscar was seeming a little lethargic during free practice where it seemed that even getting out of the car was a struggle. Lando felt concerned immediately- something weird and protective bubbling up inside him.

Landos feet were moving before he could even stop himself, hands grabbing for Oscar’s shoulders.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice low in a whisper so that no one else could hear- why didn’t he want anyone else to hear?

Oscar blinked at him. And then blinked again. Then blinked once more for good measure before letting out an airy laugh.

“Im fine, mate. I didn’t sleep much because of the time zone difference. I’m good to race, don’t worry, I won’t put it in the barrier and cost the team points,” Oscar said, patting Lando on the back before walking away towards the engineers.

Thats…not what he meant. He wasn’t concerned that Oscar was going to cost the team points, he was worried that Oscar was sick or in pain. It was something primal inside him that was screaming to protect.

Fucking hell, he needed to get himself under control before Oscar started seeing him as the overbearing teammate that was using his 18 extra months on earth against him.

Oscar didn’t need protecting. The issue was that Lando wanted to protect him.

-

“So…Alpha then?” Oscar asked timidly, sliding up beside Charles before they were due to step onto the truck for the drivers parade.

It was the next race after Charles’ shocking designation revelation and it seemed to be the only thing anyone wanted to talk about.

Charles just shrugged, eyes narrowing on Oscar.

“Say what you’re thinking,” Charles said, tone as little sharp. Sue him, all he’s been hearing is how shocked everyone was that he wasn’t an omega.

Oscar seemed startled by the hostility, frowning a little before stepping a little closer, lowering his voice before he spoke again.

“Were you offended that everyone doubted your designation?” Oscar asked, eyes wide but his face was as neutral as ever.

Charles’ face scrunched in confusion.

“Uh…no. It was more that I didn’t like people questioning my ability because of who they thought I was,” Charles said.

And it was true. Any time he fucked up in a race, lost the lead from pole or even had mechanical failures, the media erupted, always making the quip of “must be because he’s an omega,”.

Charles didn’t like that.

“Right…” Oscar said, backing off a little as he folded his arms and leaned against the wall.

“Why?” Charles asked cautiously, but part of him though he’d already connected the dots now that he really thought about it.

About Oscar. About the kind smile he’d always flash in his direction, about the soft way he spoke and plaint way he accepted praise. Charles didn’t want to be stereotypical, but somethings things like this added up.

Oscar looked at him with an expression that could only mean one thing. Uncertainty.

“Doesn’t matter,” Oscar muttered, dropping his gaze from Charles’.

So Charles did what any Nobel alpha would do. He dropped the subject.

“Want to come play paddle tomorrow?”

Charles supposed clamping down on his curiosity was worth it to see the sparkle in Oscar’s eyes at that.

“Y-yeah, sure,”

-

Max hadn’t expected to become so attached to Oscar. He was good mates with Lando and Oscar was obviously Landos teammate so Max supposed it was only natural that he tried to get along with him.

He just didn’t think he’d like him as much as he did.

Oscar could be a little closed off at times and Max respected it. Respected his privacy.

It’s why he felt like complete shit when he accidentally snooped on Oscar’s phone.

He hadn’t meant to, only him and Oscar have incredibly similar phone cases so it was easy to accidentally grab the wrong one. He was only shocked it took this long to happen.

He had gotten all the way into his drivers room before his phone (or more accurately, Oscar’s phone) buzzed. It was a calendar reminder and it seemed to illuminate the entire screen as Max stared at it.

This was definitely not his phone.

Pre-Heat likely to start

Tomorrow at 8am

Okay. So Max really should just forget he saw this. Fuck. Oscar was…Max shouldn’t know.

Max scrubbed a hand through his hair as he switched Oscar’s phone off immediately before pocketing it again. He should tell Oscar. He deserves that, at least.

He didn’t have much time to prepare before there was a knock at the door and a soft voice calling for him.

“Max? I have your phone,”

It was Oscar. Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck.

“Yeah, come in, mate,” Max said, gritting his teeth as he tried to desperately think up how he was going to word this. He had to tell Oscar that he knew. Had to apologise. Had to- fuck, he just had to make sure Oscar was okay.

Oscar seemed as casual as ever as he gave Max a soft smile before reaching his arm out with Maxs phone in his hand.

“Here. We must have picked up the wrong ones,” He said easily as he slid the phone into Maxs loose grasp.

“Oh…” Max said before reaching round to his back pocket to grab Oscar’s phone to hand off to him.

“Easy mistake,” Max said as Oscar grabbed his phone before immediately looking at the screen.

Max was about to open his mouth to speak, to explain to Oscar that he would keep his secret safe but as soon as Oscar looked at his phone, his face seemed to crumble. Blatant fear and anxiety written all over his body language.

“You- you hadn’t checked your phone yet, had tou?” He asked, eyes wide and breath hitched.

Max couldn’t even bear to see him like this. To see him so scared. Fuck. He couldn’t let the omega feel like this. Max was an alpha- it was his job to protect.

“No,” He said simply and Oscar’s body seemed to sag as the tension seeped out of him immediately. Relief flowing over him.

“Right, okay, that’s good. I’ll seen you next week then,” Oscar was out the door before Max could say anything further.

And if he started to pay closer attention to Oscar and make sure to hold doors open for him more often than usual then that was no one’s business but his own.

-

There was no doubt in Carlos’ mind about Oscar’s designation. Not that he thought about it that often. It was just that Oscar clearly didn’t want to share territory with Carlos so was taking it out on him on track. That had to be the only logical explanation. It was natural for alphas to fight over dominance.

Perhaps he wanted to have a go at Oscar for impeding him during the race- not that the FIA seemed to agree as they had deemed it a racing incident. Carlos thought otherwise. But maybe that’s why he ended up at the McLaren hospitality.

He didn’t exactly know how he was going to approach this. It was late, there was no one around but Carlos knew Oscar was still here- he’d specifically asked Lando about it who had looked at him a little suspiciously.

Except, strangely, Carlos wandered in on Oscar sleeping. Body curled up in a tower of pillows and blankets that seemed to make him look so small. Carlos’ eyes widened a little.

Oscar was sleeping in a nest.

And he was purring.

Carlos blinked in confusion before his eyes settled on Oscar’s face, as he observed the soft curve of Oscar’s nose and the swoop of his hair. The solidness of his shoulders but the narrowness of his waist. Now that Carlos looked at him, like, really looked, he could see the way Oscar’s body differed from his own in a way that suggested more than just nutritional differences.

Carlos had heard about it before. About how some omegas lash out against alphas as a form of protection- a way to keep themselves safe and warn alphas that they would not be taken down easily.

Strangely, Carlos’ chest tightened at that thought.

Did Oscar see him as a threat? Like…a genuine threat, in a way that the omega feared that Carlos would physically harm him?

Oh god.

Carlos almost felt sick at the thought. He would never do something to actually harms Oscar.

Sure, he pissed Carlos off in ways that no one else seemed to manage and his nonchalant nature just vied to make Carlos angrier. But he’d never hurt him.

Carlos had barely noticed himself getting closer, basically standing over Oscar’s nest. Carlos quickly realised that if Oscar were to wake up in this moment then he would seem pretty threatening so he stood back as quickly as he realised.

He couldn’t have this.

He would prove to Oscar that he was a worthy alpha.

[dilfdater420]

#dilfdater420 : my list of personal Cecil Stedman headcanons (that include how he would act in a relationship/with the reader) and also my first post on this blog! if you like my headcanons feel free to request more from me! i’m always open <3

in general…

Cecil would be from the country, specifically Kentucky. I don’t know why, I just have a deep feeling he’d be there

And with that, he’d have almost everything that came with it. The accent, the love for flavorful food, the no nonsense approach to everything, the country music, and a love for hot weather.

He’d grow up on a farm, but know that there’s something out there that’s more interesting than tending to livestock and growing okra. He’d be the first of his family to go to college and eventually lead into government espionage and into the GDA director.

He’d lose his accent of course, not because he hasn’t been around his fellow countrymen, but because it wasn’t “professional”. (If you want a visual of how a country Cecil could sound watch clips of Walton Goggins from Vice Principals, it’s gold!)

Cecil’s accent could only come out in moments of pure emotion. Whether he’s furious, ecstatic, or devastated, that’s when the facade cracks and the man he’s built up to be is gone.

I feel like he might also have went back to his accent when he was in prison simply because he didn’t give a shit anymore.

Other than his southern background, Cecil would be the type to really love love. He’d cherish that feeling of not only being loved, but loving others. Yet another thing to push away in his line of work.

For example, when he develops deep connections —or at least connections that are deeper than surface level— with people he doesn’t like the idea of parting with that feeling. With that, he can get really selfish when a force of love that he cherishes gets taken away. In execution, this can look like Donald getting revived without his knowledge because Cecil cares about his right hand man.

He keeps this really well hidden because his line of work requires cold, uncaring actions. So if he likes someone, he’ll subconsciously tell the person in question through subtle decisions.

At his big age he would’ve thought that this is something he’d overcome, but love prevails.

in a relationship…

The selfishness is on unmatched proportions. Keeping you safe is a top priority. You’re scrubbed from any sort of record, no one’s allowed to know you’re entangled with him. He’s got too many targets on his back.

And if you’re a hero? Ooo… it gets worse…

A lot of coddling! Comes off like harsh commands to fall back, outsiders think Cecil hates you because he’s so mean, constantly laserd on you. When in reality, he’s in the midst of a professional entanglement.

After years of this and it not going well with the maybe, at max, two recipients of his treatment he knows to keep high walls so he can’t fall in love easily. It always spells a lot of stress on the other person, and then him.

But he unfortunately couldn’t have it any other way! He’s a control freak.

If a relationship is successful though, he’s a happy guy. He has a reprieve waiting for him every day from the murky landscape of a world he lives in. It’s probably like a dopamine boost that he has something normal, and on all his terms? Might as well be cocaine

He’d very easily become addicted.

Despite his hard grips on safety, he’s actually a pretty chill partner. He’d like a normal morning where there’s a scent of bacon cooking on the skillet, sun ebbing from the half opened curtains from you not trying to disturb him—reminds him of childhood.

And if he doesn’t awake to that, even better that his lover be with him in his arms.

He’d adore the small moments when you’re both in the living room watching a movie, going out for dinner in a restaurant where you’re the only two in there, or dancing to some jazzy blues in the bedroom. These are the times that he gets to feel normal.

It’s priceless to him.

Oh! Cherry on top, around you in private, he let’s his country come out!

I have more so if someone wants to Idk… request I write some more I’d probably love that Idk… (cheeky)

Clearly I thrive on attention lmao

[abraxo-official]

Companion rambles: could they operate a vehicle + other random assortment of headcannons

Curie:

Knows every single part of a car. Knows every driving safety rule. Do not let her near a vehicle. Her driving style is mad-max levels of fear. She will giggle and comment about how much fun she’s having, and how she wishes she did this sooner. Danger level: 9/10. You won’t die but you’ll never look at a corvega the same.

Cait:

In trying to hotwire it, will either blow it up or will turn it on for just enough time that the alarm goes off. If she did find a functioning one, it would probably end up in a ditch. Danger level: 7/10

Deacon:

He can drive, but in the same way that a elderly person would: you don’t know if he should be behind the wheel, but goddamn it if he’s not going to Tokyo drift into the last parking spot in front of the super-duper mart. Danger level: 5/10

Danse:

Why concern himself with pre-war ruins that aren’t even technologically interesting? He *technically* can fly vertibirds, but also…heights get to him sometimes. If he did have a car, he would dive super safe and basically act like a midwestern dad. Do NOT try and merge without signaling in front of him. Danger level: 2/10

Mac:

Really good at taking cars apart. Only knows about driving from comics. TBH I think he would be the type to only learn how to ride a bike at 10+ years old. He can’t even start the car. Danger level: 0/10

Hancock:

Would try to drive but would get either lost or just confused after about a half hour. Would probably try to add a bunch of stuff on top, like a missile launcher or a turret. It would be so decked out that it wouldn’t even be functional anymore. Would take joy in doing demolition derbies with Mac. Danger level: 3/10

Piper:

She knows how a car works, but like, only from reading 4 pages of a really old manual when she was board. She claims to defunct know how they work, but has no idea what to do when she lifts the hood. Either causes an explosion or ends up breaking at least one part. Never gets it moving. 6/10

Gage:

He can probably figure it out after about a day or two of trying to compare it to a coaster. When he does start it, I think he would actually hate driving. He’s the sole one in control, with his foot on the gas the whole time, and there is no way in hell he is ready for that. Would probably make up some excuse about how raiders don’t need to use cars to make their points. 2/10

Preston:

The safest driver in the world at first, but then he starts going after bigger things. Trucks would help with transporting supplies to settlements, he argues. If we had a garrison of tanks, imagine how many people we could protect, etc. He’s not wrong, and not bad at driving, but he really needs to stop adopting every bubble-top he comes across. 3/10

Nick:

Can drive. Will drive. Then will have to confront the reality of his muscle memory being from a person he never really was. He’ll still take a spin now and then, especially if going long distances, but he prefers to walk. It’s more….him. 1/10

Longfellow:

Cars, no. Boats? Hell yeah. He’s taught just about every sailor far harbor has. But try to get him to drive on land and he will straight out refuse. It’s not who he is. 0/10

Strong:

No. Car for throwing. Inside small, only for weak human. No need metal shell to go fast. 0/10

Dogmeat:

Sticks his head out the window. Can honk the horn. 0/10

Codsworth:

Listen, somewhere in his programming is knowing how to drive a car. Also how to assemble one from 4 cans and a high powered magnet. Can drive it either completely normal and safe or in a way that would make vin diesel scared. 7/10

X6:

Danger level: 10/10. He would succeed in the way Hancock could not. He turns it into a weapon. Stuff of nightmares. Avoid at all costs.

[ladykailitha]

Spellbound Part 14

Here we are at the last chapter. I am so sad to see it end that I have decided I'm doing a sequel. I have three stories nearing the end and as soon as the second one is complete (whatever order that is in) I will start writing it.

It will be split into four parts. The town, Chrissy and Robin, Jonathan and Argyle, and Eddie and Steve.

In this we wrap up everything we didn't get to in the last chapter and Steve gets his well earned rest.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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The next time Steve awoke, the house felt bigger somehow. He was lying in a bed in a bedroom that didn’t look like his own.

The colors were more muted for a start. It didn’t have the vibrant greens and yellows he was known for. It wasn’t the blacks, greys, and reds of Eddie’s style either, so he wasn’t sure what part of the house he actually was in.

He struggled to sit up and really look at the room. It felt like the front room with the wide open windows and the smell of flowers coming through them. The sunlight warmed his spot on the bed and he felt nothing but comfort.

Just then the door opened to see Eddie walking in with Morgana on his arm and Gawain around shoulders.

“Nice to see you awake again, sleepyhead,” Eddie teased. “Morgana told me you were awake, so I thought I’d bring her in to see you. She’s been very concerned.”

Steve held out his hand and she flew right to him.

He stroked her breast and she rubbed her beak on his cheek. “I’m sorry I worried you. But I used up more power in a day then I have used my whole life time. My body is still adjusting to the new power levels.”

She rubbed his cheek again and Steve let out a gasp.

“Oh!” he muttered. “I had forgotten that familiars help regulate power levels. I guess I got so used to Circe doing it for me all the time.”

Morgana croaked and Steve laughed. “I’m sure you’ll remind me of all sorts of things I’ve forgotten. You really are beautiful.”

She croaked again and nipped at his hair.

He grinned at her. “No, I mean it. You have such beautiful coloring.”

“Sorry to interrupt the love fest,” Eddie said with a grin, “but we should see if you well enough to go out into the front room.”

Steve threw off the blankets and moved to stand. And immediately he sat back down. “Oops.”

Eddie walked over to the bed and held out his hands. Morgana took flight and flew out the open door. Steve, now unburdened by the one pound bird could reach out for Eddie’s hands to stand on his feet.

Eddie stepped back and Steve stepped with him, soon they were at the door. Eddie turned around and slipped his arm around Steve’s waist and led him into the front room where it seemed a class of some sort was going on.

Robin, Max, and Chrissy sat around Jonathan and Argyle as the two men taught them about being a witch.

Jonathan spotted him first. “Ah ha! The hero awakens.”

They all turned to where Steve and Eddie were standing by the door and suddenly Steve was being hugged by all the girls.

“I’m glad you’re safe, dummy,” Robin murmured affectionately.

Steve was led over to a new big fluffy armchair that Bav had absolutely just created for him. “Please tell me that I wasn’t out for another week, I think I’d cry.”

Jonathan laughed. “That would be hilarious, but no. It’s only the evening of the day you woke up for the time.”

Steve let out a relieved sigh. “Oh thank god! I still feel like I’ve been punched in the chest over and over again.”

“The unfortunate side effect of losing your familiar, I’m afraid, my good sir!” Argyle explained. “Having the little lady nearby will help regain your balance, but it will be some time before you feel yourself again.”

“Speaking of familiars,” Steve asked, “how have they all been getting along?”

Robin snorted. “Merlin thought Jadis was a chew toy until she tapped his nose. But other than that, things have been fine. Bav is three times her normal size to accommodate everyone and is looking forward to things going back to something more like normal once you’re on your feet again.”

Steve rubbed his eyebrow. “Who’s all been staying here while I was out?”

Eddie started ticking them off on his fingers. “You’ve got your two apprentices, Max and Robin, me and Wayne, of course. Argyle and Jonathan, because Joyce is mad at Jonathan for not coming to get Will and taking him to his place. And Chrissy!”

Steve blinked at him for a moment trying to take in all the information. “First Jonathan, do I have to talk to your mom about a town wide fucking spell that clouded her mind, not yours?”

Jonathan burst out laughing. “Please do! She doesn’t seem to believe me even though she witnessed the destruction of the demon and its spell.”

“I’ll put it on my list of things to do,” Steve said sagely. “Next question, Chrissy, Robin’s true love, aside, what are you doing in my house?”

Chrissy winced.

“I told you he’d have a problem with it,” Max snarked. “She could have stayed with any number of the other houses in her acquaintance, just not this one.”

“But Eddie and Wayne is staying here!” Robin protested. “Why can Chrissy?”

Eddie pinched his nose and instantly Steve understood that this argument had been going on all week.

“Because, Robin...” Eddie said for what must have been the millionth time that week, “as centennial sorcerers, it’s literally painful to be apart now that we’ve touched. You know that isn’t the case with you and Chrissy.”

“Plus,” Argyle said with a grimace. “Bav hasn’t forgiven her yet and keeps moving stuff around on her.”

Robin flushed a dark red. She knew she was being ridiculous, but this was her true love...

Steve realized something and then looked around the room, hurriedly. “Hey, Bav, where did you put my clothes from the day of the battle?”

Eddie frowned. “What do you need, love?”

A little end table appeared at Steve’s elbow with the clothes. He went searching through it and pulled out the little amulet he found.

“Found it!” he called. “Chrissy, catch!” He tossed the amulet at her and she caught it deftly.

She opened her hands in confusion, then her face cleared. “Oh! You found it! I thought I had lost it forever.”

Robin peered over her shoulder. In Chrissy’s hand was an amulet very similar to the one Argyle had made for her.

“An amulet?” she asked looking up at Steve. “Where did you find that?”

“After the battle with Jason, I found it on the ground,” he said licking his lips. “Circe told me it was hers. This is what must have been protecting her from the controlling spell the Carvers put her under.”

Chrissy’s head shot up. “Oh! I thought it was just a locket my mother gave me before she passed away. I didn’t realize it was an amulet.”

“Why don’t tell us your story and see if we can’t get everything sorted out?” Steve urged her gently.

“I never knew my father and my mother sold crystals on the side of the road to help keep a roof over our head and food in our bellies,” she began.

“Her mother was a witch too?” Max huffed. “Is everyone a witch in this town?”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “No, just descendants of them. I got looking into the nasty stuff the Carvers were up to and they picked Hawkins especially for its strong supernatural connection. If they could control Hawkins, the rest of the country would be easy by comparison.”

Steve pinched his nose. “I should have guessed. I think that’s why my mother sent me here to set up shop. For the same reason. Which ever side controlled Hawkins would control the country.”

“The townsfolk are calling for you to be mayor,” Wayne said, coming in from the back garden. “Pardon me for eavesdropping, but I thought it was relevant.”

Steve snorted. “I’m not going to be mayor thank you. I have enough trouble as it is without add a whole town’s worth of it.”

Argyle nodded sagely. “It should be someone who is both on the side of the ordinary and the supernatural. That way he or she would be fair.”

Everyone in the room turned to Wayne.

He blinked at them for a moment. “Why is everyone looking at me?”

They continued to stare.

“Oh no,” he muttered, waving his hands. “That would be a bad idea. I would make a mess of things.”

Robin half shrugged. “Can’t be any worse than a demon carrying immortal with designs on world domination.”

“Well,” he said with a huff of laughter, “I can’t argue with that. I’ll put my hat in the ring then.”

Steve smiled at him. “You’ll do a good job.” Then he turned to Chrissy. “Sorry about that, please go ahead and finish your story.”

“When I was about fifteen,” Chrissy said with a faint blush on her cheeks, “she got really sick and completely wasted away. She couldn’t eve keep food down toward the end. She wasn’t even cold in the ground when the Carvers arrived at the cottage with a writ saying that my father had turned over parental rights of me to them and that I would be their ward. I was told to call the Mayor Father.”

“I doubt that very much,” Steve murmured. “That your father handed over your rights to them, I mean. They probably didn’t even bother looking for him and just made up some random story to get what they wanted. Which unfortunately was you pregnant by Jason, then the mayor would assume Jason’s form and once a son was born, you’d be done away with.”

“Well,” Robin said wide-eyed. “That’s more frightening than I thought his plan would have been. Disgusting.”

“It really is vile,” Chrissy confirmed. “But since my birth my mother insisted I wear this amulet.” She held up the necklace Steve had returned to her. “Said it would protect me all my days.”

Steve nodded. “That’s why you were constantly able to slip their leash. The arrival at my cottage. The befriending Eddie. The ability to question them at all. And it was because of that amulet.”

The walls of the cottage turned a dark grey. Steve nodded.

“It’s still no excuse for how rude she was when she requested the love charm,” he said, glaring at her.

Chrissy ducked her head. “You’re right. I was rude and dismissive. I’m sorry. And while Robin lives here, it’s not her house. It’s yours. The only person who has the right to let me stay here is you.”

The walls lightened to a dove grey.

Steve snickered. “It appears Bav agrees. It will be a long time before I could trust you. I understand you were under the influence of a spell. But that spell merely kept you docile, your attitude was your own.” He turned to Morgana. “Hello, dearest. Would you be so kind as to send a message to Nona for me? Ask her if the Hendersons would be willing to house Chrissy until the dust settles?”

Morgana cawed, puffing out her chest proudly, before flying off.

“Max,” Steve asked. “Please would you ask Zoomer if Joyce would come here so that I can properly chastise her for blaming Jonathan about the redcap.”

Max grinned. “It would be our honor.”

Jonathan’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Thanks, Steve. I really appreciate you mediating this for me. I know you just woke up.”

Steve nodded. He turned to Robin who looked properly ashamed.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” she muttered. “I should have talked to someone else about having Chrissy house with them until we get her living sorted.”

“Actually,” Wayne said with a small smile. “I think I might have the obvious solution to that.”

Everyone turned to Wayne.

“If I’m to be mayor,” he said with a half shrug, “I’ll be living in that big house, and with Eddie living here, our cottage would be empty.”

Eddie blinked for a moment. “Oh! That would be perfect. With Robin about to pass her exam, she’s going to need a place of her own, but something nearby so Max can still be taught reading and writing. Her and Chrissy can have it.”

“Oh!” Chrissy said, wide-eyed. “That would be perfect! I wouldn’t change a thing! I love the little Gothic feel it has!”

The tension in Eddie’s spine loosened at that. “Yes, thank you!”

Steve frowned and started counting off on his fingers. “Okay, so we’ve Chrissy and Robin sorted. The thing with Joyce and Jonathan to be sorted soon. Wayne as mayor. Eddie living here with me and Max. Is there anything left to sort out?”

Everyone looked around at each other.

“Billy is on the mend,” Max said with a grin. “And a master carpenter reached out to train him enough to past the master’s test so he can keep the shop.”

“That’s good to hear,” Steve said sadly. It was hard that Billy had to kill Tommy, but he was glad that the boy would be just fine. “Anything else?”

Eddie smiled down at his love. “No, sweetheart, that’s about it.”

“Yep,” Wayne said with a smile. “With the townsfolk regaining their memories about the supernatural, the good goolies and beasties are making a comeback. There is color in the town now. I’d say you deserve the rest.”

Steve looked around at his found family and smiled. Yeah, he had a lot to be grateful for.

Eddie slipped into the chair and it lengthened into a love seat, so they could cuddle.

He smiled up at his house and sighed. “Thanks, Bav.”

~

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[simmeradventures]

Boba Legacy Challenge (TS3)

I have taken a break from sims 3 and while I am still working on my lepacy, I sometimes need a break and so look for more challenges. @tomatosoupcat posted a Boba challenge and didn't see a TS3 version so decided to covert it. THIS IS NOT MY IDEA AND I MIGHT NOT BE THE ONLY ONE. I kept within the theme and didn't write a massive story to them but did try add a creative spin.

GOOGLE DOC!!!

Gen 1: Brown Sugar

Leaving home is tough, but you will always have mum's cooking to keep you safe.

Traits: Couch Potato, Natural Chef, Green Thumb (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: Bottomless Wine Cellar OR Master Chef

Career: Nectar Maker OR Culinary

Skills: Cooking, Gardening and Nectar making

Colours: Brown, White

Master LTW

Marry a sim with 2 matching traits.

Max out skills

Gen 2: Blueberry

The farm life was nice, but there's a great big world waiting for you.

Traits: Non-Committal, Loves The Outdoors (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: Seasoned traveller OR Grand Explorer

Career: Part-Time Jobs Or Skill Based Profession (after quitting business job)

Skills: Fitness or Martial Arts (or both if your fancy), Scuba diving

Colours: Blue. Purple

Reach level 3 of the business career before quitting to travel

have a one night stand on your travels

never marry

Travel until child is a young adult

Max skills

Gen 3: Matcha

You've seen the world, but now all you want is a career and a forever home...or mansion.

Traits: Ambitious, Snob, workaholic (Randomise The Rest)

Careers: Any (based on degree)

Skills: logic (plus whatever is related to the degree.)

Colours: Light green

Go to university and graduate

Befriend and date co-worker (either break up once you reach level 10 of career or get married.)

Go to the spa every weekend

Complete LTW

Max Career

Max Skills

Gen 4: Passionfruit Mango

All work and no play so pick up a guitar and play anything you want.

Traits: Socially Awkward, Family Oriented, virtuoso (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: One sim band OR Rockstar

Career: Music

Skills: Guitar, Bass, Drum, Piano

Colours: Yellow, Orange

Play instruments throughout childhood

Date and marry someone with the Avant Garde or artistic trait

Go on art dates (museums or a cute art café)

Complete Career

Max Skills

Gen 5: Sakura

You are a party girl, but also a lover girl.

Traits: Flirty, Family Oriented, Hopeless Romantic (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: Master Romancer OR Master Mixology OR Surrounded By Family

Career: FREE PASS

Skills: Mixology, Charisma

Colour: Pink

Have a high school BFF

Sign up for online dating and date 5 sims (and fail)

Marry BFF

Complete LTW

Gen 6: Dragon fruit

Who needs love when you could rule the world?!

Traits: Evil, Childish, Irresistible (Randomise The Rest.)

LTW: Heartbreaker OR Gold Digger OR Emperor of Evil

Career: Criminal

Skills: Charisma, Athletic

Colours: Dark Red, Purple

Marry a wealthy sim and have them get into a "tragic accident."

Have a negative relationship with children

Max career

Max Skills

Gen 7: Taro

Never give up on your dreams even if life throws a baby at you.

Traits: Genius, Cat person (Randomise The Rest.)

LTW: Scientific Specialist OR Become A Creature Robot Cross Breeder

Career: Based on LTW

Skills: Science, Handiness, Logic

Colours: Light Purple

Join after school club (idk if its a mod but there's a chess club, can add other ones through Nraas)

Go to university and drop out when pregnant (if not using mods or using mod that allows you to go to university in hometown then drop out and then get pregnant 

Work part-time till the baby is a toddler

Go back to university and graduate

Adopt a cat. 

Gen 8 Lychee

“You're always on that damn phone!” and “I hate normal people.” made a baby 

Traits: Unflirty, Loner (Randomise The Rest.)

LTW:  Blog Artist OR Forensic Specialist

Career: Based on LTW/ Free pass

Skills: Social Networking, Science

Colours: Pink, White

Have a plant sim

Max Skills

Max Career

Gen 9: Thai Tea

Sometimes it's good to look back. Spread the founder’s love of food! 

Traits: Adventurous, Perceptive (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: Star News Anchor OR Professional Author 

Career: Journalism OR Writer Profession

Skills: Writing, Photography, Cooking

Colours: Orange

Visit France, China and Egypt to collect recipes 

Throw dinner parties (once a season.)

Max Career

Max Skills

Gen 10: Sunset

Humans have been fun, but everyone knows the supernatural have the most fun.

Traits: Hopeless Romantic, Good  (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: Master Mysticism OR Resort Empire

Career: Based on LTW

Skills: Scuba Diving, Alchemy, Painting

Colours: Purple, Red, Orange

Fall in love and marry a supernatural (if you choose resort empire LTW then you have to marry a mermaid.)

Decorate home with your art.

[gatorbites-imagines]

In that case… Could I please request Killer Croc/Waylon Jones with a supringly really attractive boyfriend (like a male version Jessica Rabbit level hot, like it dosen’t even make sense for someone to be that hot) who no one understand how Waylon pulled. Waylon’s boyfriend is very sultry and alluring.

And Waylon roughly breeds his boyfriend doggy style 😇.

Thank u :)

Waylon Jones x Male reader

Headcanons

Guten Abend squad, how is everyone doing? Classes are still running at a max level, and I’m starting to think this is just how it goes. So, time to chillax with some Waylon.

Not as smutty as I would have wanted, but this honestly just built a life of its own and started running.

We see in the comics, or at least in one run, that Waylon does have game and knows how to pull somebody very attractive, so its not too surprising so could pull you. That’s what you think at least, since he’s a great guy, to you.

I imagine you two met after he left the circus, maybe you guys even left together. With Waylon being the circus’s “freakshow” and you only being there as eye candy to sell tickets. With you both being reduced to nothing but your looks, you two find solidarity with each other, and fall in love.

No one ever really took your love seriously back then, just thinking you were using Waylon for protection, since someone as pretty as you couldn’t be safe anywhere.

Insert the “seriously, what do you see in that guy?” “he makes me laugh” scene.

If we go with the verse where Waylon was in Halys circus, then the only ones that seemed to have some version of acceptance of your love was the Grayson’s. it was one of the reasons you two left the circus, having a strong feeling of what had truly happened to them and who caused it.

After leaving the circus, you couldn’t live in the sewers like Waylon. This meant you got an apartment, in the beginning in crime alley since it was cheapest.

You may have been so beautiful it would drive people mad, but you also had a head on your shoulders. So, in the end you set up a legitimate business, maybe you even become something akin to a designer. Mainly because your lover is so big, there’s no other way to get him clothes.

And maybe during your time in crime alley, you stumble upon a scrawny kid who, though he may act tough, still has a light in him. And maybe that kid ends up being batman’s second robin, who remembers how kind you were to him and everyone around you, so he doesn’t go as hard against Waylon.

The past you have with the Grayson’s also means that Dick takes it easier on Waylon, and they even settle down and talk at times. You’ll regularly find the two former robins hanging around your art studio, even years later when they aren’t robin anymore.

Your lover goes to Arkham, a lot. But you never hate him or even argue with him. You’ll just pull up to Arkham in your most beautiful outfit during visitors’ hours and hold Waylon’s hand as you two act like a new married couple, even if it’s been twenty at this point.

And it may have been twenty years, but you just seem to have become more handsome with age, aging like fine expensive wine. You don’t become shrewd or corrupted by the world around you, instead you stay kind and patient. You’re still in Gotham though, so you’ll turn violent if you have too.

No one really believes that Waylon purrs, until you show up and he becomes as meek as a kitten, ready to roll in your manicured hand.

Its no secret that you, one of the most famous designers around, and Killer Croc, are together. But its just such a normal part of everyday life now, that no one really questions it. your works never been dirty, you help those around you, and lift up poor and struggling artists whenever you can. So, what if your husband is tearing up the road trying to bite Batman to bits.

Theres a viral video in Gotham of you stepping out during one of Waylon’s rampages, and just scolding him, wagging a finger in his face and still looking so unbelievably gorgeous as you do so.

And yes, of course your design trademark is crocodile scales, or anything along those lines. You’ll never use real crocodile skin, but you do use the print or shape.

After all this time, people don’t fear Waylon as much as they probably should, all thanks to you. Its kinda hard to fear a guy when you know his boyfriend is unofficially titled the most beautiful man in Gotham, who’s also as giving and kind as the Waynes, whilst being more involved in the nitty gritty, since you still live in Crime Alley.

Someone has threatened Waylon with telling on him to you at least once too, which doesn’t stop him, but it does cause him to freeze and get an “oh shit” expression, long enough for people to run to safety.

Being one of the most skilled fashionistas around also means you have met the Waynes on multiple occasions.

The shared past with Dick and the circus, and Jason, though you don’t remember him as vividly, means you get called on more than most.

As you measure them out and start making designs, conversations flow, and Damian most likely ends up bluntly just asking you why in the world you decided to pair up with Killer Croc of all people.

You correct him in your answer, referring to your husband as Waylon, and then you just start waxing the poetics. Of your shared past, of the deep unshakable love you both share, and how under all his struggles, Waylon truly is an amazing man.

You’ve never confirmed that Dick was Robin, even though it was very obvious. Its not your place to judge how he, or his family, deal with their trauma or whatever they have going on. Your lover swims through the sewers, you can’t really say anything.

A few passing comments are made though, obviously. You tell the Waynes to “take it easy next time they see Waylon, wont you?” with one of your heart shaking winks before you saunter out, ready to start putting together your latest design.

Its kind of an accepted, not really a secret, secret. Its never put into words, and they know that you know, and you know that they know you know. Nothing ends up happening with it though, outside of you making some jokes and judging their hero outfits.

With age you’ve become less sultry and alluring, at least in the way the public can point out as obviously as before. You have simply mastered your field, and know just how to play people around you if you need too.

Though, you didn’t really learn to master it for the public. It’s mainly just for Waylon, so you like to see how his nostrils flare, and when he starts chuffing in the back of his throat when you saunter around in nothing but a silk robe.

The bats know that the first place Waylon goes when he gets out of Arkham is to you. But…they also all know to wait at least a day or two before they come for him. To allow you to spend some time together, but also because most of them have caught of glimpse of you… reunions…

Bruce wont admit it, but he’s at least impressed with you being able to take two of them at the same time, even after all these years. He might note down your many skills somewhere… just in case.

Reunions with Waylon are typically a hot and steamy affair. Or well, as hot and steamy as a guy whose as cold as a reptile can get. There are days where either of you may not be up for it, and then its just cuddles and having some nice domestic time together before he’s taken back to Arkham again.

But when it does get hot, then you are very happy you own the entire building. Waylon can get quite loud, but never as loud as he still makes you even after all these years.

Sure, you’ve learned to handle it more after all this time, but it still makes you squeal when Waylon fits both his shafts inside you at the same time, lifting and moving you around like a doll.

Where Waylon may be rough and violent in every other part of his life, Waylon is slower and much more careful in the bedroom. He doesn’t want to lose his senses and hurt you on accident. You have some very faded bite and claw scars on your body, back from when you first got together, and Waylon likes to remind himself of that.

Sometimes you do want him to be rougher about it, so you pull all the skills you’ve gained over the years. And Waylon is but a man, even with the scales and all, so he can’t resist you for very long. It always ends up with you writhing, face in the pillow that’s stained with your tears and drool or pleasure, as Waylon growls and snarls behind you, his big, clawed hands moving you back and forth with ease.

He always feels a bit guilty about it afterwards, especially seeing how much you leak all over the sheets. Expect to find yourself being pampered and loved on for the next couple of days. Even the bats seem to leave you to it, most likely having heard your cries. You get a feeling the people in the next building heard them too. But you honestly don’t care anymore.

You may have Waylon, and many others, wrapped around your finger, but so does Waylon with you. And neither of you really seem to mind anymore.

[megpricephotography]

For those who're following Flynn's health problems… update is below the cut. Not a great one, sadly.

We went back to the vets on Fri 31st Jan. Flynn had been on his new medicine - telmisartan - for 2 weeks. He's taking it in an effort to reduce the "leakiness" of his remaining kidney. I'd collected a sample for urinalysis a couple of days prior & we got blood taken on the day. Vet spoke to me Sat morning.

I'll start with the positives. Flynn's weight is still good. Actually, at any other time, I'd say he was actively too chubby but I've been intentionally stuffing his face with as much kidney-safe food as he'll eat & it's good he's heavy & good he's managed to gain a bit. As for blood work - Flynn's blood count is good, he isn't anaemic (a worry), electrolytes are normal.

However.

Urinalysis… unfortunately, Flynn's protein loss in his pee is sky high & still maxing out their machine. I wasn't shocked by this result, as telmisartan can take a bit of time to fully work & have an effect… & Flynn's only on a 1/2 dose for his weight. Still, I was obviously hoping for better news. I wish we could at least tell if we're heading in the right direction or not.

Blood work. Urgh. Sadly Flynn's now in Stage 2 of Chronic Kidney Disease. Technically, Stage 2 CKD is considered relatively "mild" & often manageable for a considerable length of time. The worry though, is that Flynn's kidney function seems to be deteriorating pretty fast. From what I've read, this isn't uncommon in dogs who've had high protein levels in their urine, plus, again: Flynn is down 1 kidney… Also, we're already doing what we can to support his kidney, & currently it doesn't seem to be helping much, if at all. Vet's previously said he fears Flynn's kidney has just sort of... reached the limit of what it can cope with.

For now, we're keeping Flynn on a 1/2 dose of telmisartan. Yes, we could increase it but telmisartan can cause side-effects (we're seeing some), including even kidney damage (tbh, I am worried it may be harming not helping… but then again, Flynn has seemed better able to keep weight on since taking meds so, who knows). Vet & I are concerned a full dose could be too much for Flynn to tolerate. We'll monitor, may increase the dose… may take him off it entirely. We are going to add a phosphate binder to his food, which can help maintain kidney function. Flynn's been on a renal diet for 18+ months. Some dogs with his symptoms are put on immunosuppressants, but my vet hasn't brought it up as an option & tbh, I'd be concerned about potential side-effects, although I may look into it more.

As for Flynn… eh, he's OK, for now… mostly, I think? He's sweet & wanting gentle pats, so I don't think he's hugely sore, or distressed. He's feeling sick at times (picky about food) but not sure if it's telmisartan or kidney disease. He's definitely tired & quiet & wanting to be home, warm. That's fine. We get out once or twice a day for a short walk, & he still seems interested in things. I've pulled old Barney's buggy out & started encouraging Flynn to hop in, for if/when he's at a point of wanting to go out but not walk far at all. Obviously, I am still very much trying to hold onto hope we can get him stabilised & keep him happy for some time to come but gosh it's hard & I am struggling to be overly optimistic. I guess all we can do is take each day as it comes.

Sorry for the long read, partly this is for me... I find it helps writing stuff down. Hug your dogs, guys & please think good thoughts for Flynnie.

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 8

part 1, prev part

The hallway is empty when Dustin leaves the room. Steve and Lucas nowhere to be seen, Mrs. Mayfield gone somewhere else. Leaving Dustin alone to wander.

He doesn’t quite know what he wants. Where he’s going. Just following the path he would normally travel each day. Bouncing between rooms, looking for something to do.  Trying to find someone who would talk to him. Give him something to take his mind off the train tracks it’s bound to.

He grips the book in his hand, feeling the familiarity of wore out pages. Each one loved as he read and reread them over and over again. That’s what he does when he needs comfort. Goes back to the same story over and over again, to a world where he knows every outcome. Where there are no more mysteries. Dustin knows the answer to every question, every possibility.

It’s why he chose it to read to Eddie. It was a book the both of them loved, brought them joy in the darkness of life. He wanted Eddie to feel safe while his body was asleep. Knowing that some coma patients can hear what’s going around them. Even if it doesn’t register, it brings comfort on a subconscious level that there are people here supporting him.

At least that’s what Dustin hoped would happen, what he was striving to do. But he can’t do that today. There’s someone outside telling him that he can’t be in Eddie’s room right now. That something’s going on inside.

He goes right to thinking of the worst. That they are preparing him for some surgery that will probably delay the day he wakes up. Take more time from Dustin. Or maybe Eddie is dead behind those walls. Body finally succumbing to his wounds. His brain activity finally faded away. Leaving Dustin with the misplaced hope that it would all be ok.

He continues to wander into the waiting area. Seeing a familiar face getting a cup of shitty hospital coffee. Dustin must look confused, as Wayne’s face immediately looks concerned when he sees him.

“You alright kid,” he asks, stirring his coffee.

Dustin blinks. “They wouldn’t let me go into Eddie’s room.”

“Yeah, they’re working on him right now. Taking out his breathing tube.”

Panic fills Dustin, the only reaction he’s capable of right now. “Is he ok. That’s a good thing right?”

Wayne sets a steady hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “Yes, that’s a good thing. Why don’t you go sit down, you seem like somethin’s upsetting you.”

Dustin lets Wayne lead him to an empty chair, taking the one beside him. Quiet, letting Dustin be the one to start talking about it. He doesn’t really know how to. Wayne’s been through enough already, he doesn’t need to go through his things too.

Now that he has things to go through.

This was so much easier when things worked out for him. When Will was found and ok. When all his friends made it out of the tunnels underground. When it wasn’t him who lost people, but he could be there to help the ones who did.

He's seen so many people go through the hospital. They always got better in the end, that was good. Why is it so hard during the wait for them to get better? Why does the hope leave him more and more each day? He was the happy one, the one with all the jokes. Helping everyone else out, making sure they smiled.

Who’s going to cheer them up now that the smile can’t seem to return to his face?

“Do you remember Max Mayfield? she lived across from you and Eddie in the trailer park.” Dustin says when the words finally form in his mouth.

Wayne nods. “I do. She a good friend of yours?”

“Yeah,” Dustin plays with the bent cover of his book. “Yeah, she is, one of my best friends. We’ve known her ever since she moved to town back in middle school. She's in a room down the hall from Eddie.”

Wayne looks at Dustin like he understands where this is going. Maybe he does. Or maybe he’s just used to the hospital life after all this time. “Figured, saw her mom here a few times. She doin’ ok?”

Ok isn’t the right word, but Dustin can’t speak for how she feels. He can only speak for himself. And he is definitely not ok. “She’s blind.”

The words feel more crushing now that they’re said out loud.

A sob escapes from Dustin’s chest. The crushing feeling he’s had for weeks finally breaking free. Everything coming out at once in this hospital waiting room. His face falls into his hands, palms pressing into his eyes. Trying to keep the tears inside.

A hand pats his back, comforting him while he breaks. Helping him through this pain. Someone he barely knows but feels so safe around. Silently telling him that everything will be ok. That he will be ok.

Someone else comes and crouches in front of Dustin, placing a hand on his arm. “Hey, what happened?”

Dustin blinks the tears away enough to see Steve looking at him. “What do you think?”

He nods. “Why don’t I take you home, it’s already been a lot today.”

“What, no, I didn’t get to visit Eddie yet today. I have to read him the next chapter.” Dustin pulls himself to sit straighter, making himself look more put together. Tears still running down his cheeks.

“I think Eddie would understand if you missed a day. He would want you to take care of yourself.”

“He’s right,” Wayne agrees. Gently glaring at Steve, but still agreeing. “He wouldn’t want you to strain yourself for his sake.”

Why does everyone keep making decision for Dustin’s benefit? Do they even know what they’re talking about?

Still, Dustin lets Steve bring him home. His mind still stuck in that waiting room with the world falling down around him. Looking through the window doing nothing but add to his feeling. The peaceful outside now rampant with destruction.

The town was broken into pieces. People moved around between the shelters and the hospitals. Some even brought outside of the town to different hospitals in the area. It finally hits Dustin how much of this actually concerns him. How much it always concerned him.

How that kid he used to be kept smiling, he doesn’t quite know anymore. How he was still able to smile a week ago, he doesn’t know. With all that’s happened, with all his friends are going through, he thought he needed to bring levity to it all. Bring the hope that things could get better.

Hope is a dangerous thing. It makes people believe in something that might not happen. Makes him believe that the scars will fade, and the injuries will heal. That his friends will be exactly the same as he knew them last week. A year ago. Two years ago. When they first met.

He’s not even the same as he was a week, a year, two years ago. Somehow, foolishly he thought that life could move on from this. That the upside down would become nothing but a pin in the greater picture of his life. That down the line, when he’s married and maybe has a kid or two of his own, he wouldn’t have to think about it anymore.

Now, it’s become more real than he’s ever thought of before. Now, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to sleep the same again. The nightmares won’t leave with age. His friends will never become less scarred. His mind won’t be as scarred. His childhood will never be just his childhood. A part of it will always be captured by these memories. Memories that he can hope to only repress.

Dustin will have the privilege to walk away after all of these years without as little of a scar. He has what, a sprained ankle, and that’s it. Max is blind, Will’s lungs are damaged from extended time in the upside down. Lucas, Erica, and Mike are completely traumatized by what they’ve seen. By what they’ve been through.

Dustin is traumatized by what he’s seen. By what he’s been through. He’s always said that his was so much better than everyone else’s. That he was the least effected, so it was ok to diminish it.

He’s now realizing how stupid it was to think like that.

next part

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Synesthesia

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

Summary: "A condition in which stimulation of one sense generates a simultaneous sensation in another". Or aka the fic where Gojo Satoru fucks you inside his domain expansion.

Trigger Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!, SMUT, tiny squint of dubcon (reader goes mind blank inside the domain), creampie, multiple powerful orgasms, reader gender isn't mentioned

Author's Notes: probably the hardest smut i have ever written. idk how many times this has been done in the fandom (im sure tons) and one time i read this INSANELY good fic abt it and have never found it again. anyway, enjoy! credit on the images from this post right here.

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An average person will feel many sensations in this world, either physically and/or spiritually (if you believe in that type of stuff). Before meeting Gojo Satoru, your emotions were still there to remind you, hey, you are human: come and feel us; you can't stop us.

Everything changed after you met Satoru.

Gojo Satoru wasn't normal. Even in your first meeting, even without being a cursed user, you could tell something was off about him in the best way possible. The white hair, the ethereal blue eyes behind the sunglasses, or the fact that he consumed sweets as someone should be consuming water. Even your concerns about diabetes didn't feel necessary with this man. 

And then you started dating him. Yes, you, the average human being of this world, the single person in the million of eight billion or more. And he chose you, fell for you, for some crazy idea in his head. You became his new drug in the best way possible. Gojo Satoru could never have had enough of you. 

The kisses were intoxicating, and his neediness was that of someone who could not hear the word "no." Satoru would pout like a child, his head down enough that you could see his eyes shining through his sunglasses. And you would say "yes" as if only that vision persuaded you (it was your heart speaking).

Now, fucking Gojo Satoru, that was on a whole new level. At this point, you knew of the curses, the Jujutsu world, and the fact that somehow you are dating the strongest of that universe (?!). Fucking Gojo Satoru was not like fucking your other lovers. Satoru was entirely in during sex. As in head, soul, mind, the total package deal. And it was only fair you gave him the same. 

-x-

"What would happen to normal humans inside your domain expansion?" 

The question is met with curiosity by Gojo, who is wearing his black bandana today. He ponders for a moment, one finger toward his chin (because you said once he looked cute doing it, and he does it every time now). "They probably wouldn't be able to see it. Just feel it."

"Could it be considered safe?"

"Mhmmm, let me think. For some milliseconds. Why?"

"Nothing."

Oh, but Satoru had already perceived your interest. Your eyes did not meet his, and you tried to look away, embarrassed. His smile grew from his side lips until Satoru questioned, his voice low, " Is there anything I should know of?"

"You promise you won't laugh?"

-x- 

That's how you end up on top of him, his dick buried deep inside your body. It is already overwhelming, suffocating almost, the air being pulled from your lungs every time your hips meet his, and you weren't even inside his domain yet. Satoru insisted on starting slowly for your safety: 0.1, 0.2 seconds max, according to his estimation. 

"Now?"

"Are you close?" You shake your head impatiently, furrowing your brows. "Didn't think so."

Differing from all the other nights, you sense Satoru's tension. He can't relax, not even without you moaning in his ear. It's not that Satoru believes he will hurt you; Satoru has to consider the slight possibility of what could happen if he lost control for a tiny second and ended up frying your brain on accident.

"'Toru. Focus on me." You demand, squeezing his nipple so he can come back to you.

Satoru reacts: he starts rubbing in between in the middle of your legs, stroking your sex in a way only he knew how to do, after weeks of studying your reactions every time you had sex. In less than two weeks, the prick had learned places you haven't even discovered yet. It had to be six eyes, giving your body away like that. Biting where the neck meets your shoulder together with a particular way of fucking you and hitting on the place that made you see stars could make you cum in minutes. You are thankful he is the strongest because Satoru had ruined you for any other person who existed. 

"Focus, honey."  His voice is steady, his chest heaving up and down.

If someone asked you how a mere mortal felt bringing God to his knees, you would know exactly how to explain. That's exactly how you felt fucking Satoru. Like now, with his hands on your hips, helping you sink inside further every time, your open palms resting on his chest for support. It feels powerful and mythical; his mouth parted away like that, licking his lips from time to time. Satoru is a proud moaner, loud and about - but for this time, his forehead is furrowed in concentration, and barely any noises are coming from him. If it were any other time, Satoru would have helped you or taken control when it had gotten too much for his small patience to handle, moving his hips until you were a blabbering mess.

But now, he has to be focused on not harming you. The situation is even more thrilling if you think like that. Bring a God to his knees because if you don't, he might kill you with his power.

"Satoru!" You moan, needy. A warning that you are getting close.

His white hands raise, and you watch (as always) fascinated as the bandana comes off, even forgetting about your looming orgasm. Gojo Satoru is the most attractive man you have ever seen in your entire life, and if you believe in reincarnation, about ten more lives. He has a smirk on his lips now, happy with the way he affects you. I mean, how couldn't he? 

"Domain expansion, Unlimited Void."

Everything stops. The air stops moving, and time stops. You are paralyzed, your eyes wide, feeling everything and nothing at the same time. Your mind goes blank in the total sense of that word; you can't form a single thought. You forget your name, can't remember your parents' names, or where you were born, what you do. 

At the same time, everything is being shown to you; your consciousness is there, floating lost in the sky, but you can't grasp it. The only thing you can feel is your orgasm, but even that feels like it has toned down, a small explosion the size of a jelly bean growing inside your stomach.

The next thing you know, you wake up in Satoru's arms, gasping for air, shaking, with tears coming down your eyes. You can't stop squirming, and you realize it is your orgasm, with so much energy that could light up an entire city, spreading in your veins and going back into your brain at a swift speed, amplifying your senses. Then you find yourself staring at Satoru's blue eyes, and your mind goes blank again, but not like when you were inside the Unlimited Void. No, now you can feel everything: Satoru's love, Satoru's shooting his cum inside of you, Satoru's hand gripping your hips, the scream coming out of your throat!

Satoru is murmuring something, praising you, saying he loves you, but you pass out again, and the entire world goes black. Satoru holds you, feeling your heartbeat, not placing his bandana on his eyes, your body twitching unconsciously. 

You return to him after a few minutes - if anyone asked Gojo, precisely two minutes, twenty seconds, two exact milliseconds, almost three. 

"'Toru?" Your voice sounds exhausted, grateful, and in disbelief all at the same time.

"I'm here, honey. I'm here. You are okay." He kisses your forehead, holding you tightly in his arms, still buried deep inside you.

Later, when you ask, Satoru will answer that he had felt your orgasm within you. He had never seen you so out of this world, literally dumbfucked. He won't confess he got worried for a second and ended up placing you inside his domain for ONLY one millisecond. You also won't confess yet that you wanted to try again, up to 0.3 seconds (normal humans wouldn't survive), but who cares? You want Satoru to fry your brain. Instead, you will roll your eyes at his answer, slapping his arm playfully, and he won't even turn infinite on because it is you. And who is he to ever deny you? You who finally made his life whole. 

You that had a God wrapped around your finger.

[jerebearcat]

For @bullymagnetweek day one: Breaking & Entering. / Medium Traits. Also available here.

It’s the middle of the night. Mayview is never very quiet, this must be understood, whether it be cars on the street or the pitter patter of ghost feet walking along the insulation of the interior walls, but it is the middle of the night. Max has been dozing off for some time, awakened by bodily functions every so often, but now he’s awake-awake. And his awakefulness keeps him aware of a knocking on the store door.

The glass store door.

The inviting, glass store door, with the grocery items in full view even in the dark. Mayview is safe, Max remembers his dad saying. Mostly. We don’t need a padlock. Padlocks are for the distrusting, you know, Max. And we’re all very trusting. Trust Mayview, Max.

Maaaaxx….

“I’m checking it out, and you’re coming, PK,” Max tells to no one except the kerfuffle of ghosts in his bedroom, and his trusty aluminum bat he’s used for a handful of fights. It bursts alight with energy, which isn’t unusual, but it makes his room look like a void instead of having the normal passing light of car headlights running over his walls. His bat always looks and feels like that creature he saw, reacting to every noise and move, coiling to strike. “I’m gonna need you if there’s a house-store intruder.” 

The bat says nothing because it’s a bat, of course.

“Good talk,” he says. It’s a force of habit.

He hears it again: Maaaaaxxxx… It’s not his internal faux-dad’s monologue, it’s an actual voice coming from downstairs. The bat’s energy flicks like a tongue, moving in his peripheral. He holds it tight, creaking open the door, and dodging the floorboards that’ll awaken his dad or sister. Creeping individual toe by individual toe, he opens the door where the stairwell ends just a fraction and peeks to the glass door.

It’s Johnny.

It’s Johnny. 

“Maaaaxxx…” Johnny says, leaning against the door, cheek squished and mournful. He’s saying it loud enough to be heard by every neighbor. He’s saying it loud enough that Max could hear him from his room. In the dark, Johnny’s eyes are visible, like visible. Isaac levels of bright. They’re orange beacons situated on his face.

Max considers leaving, but it’s Johnny. Johnny. His school bully facade is the most important thing to the guy—to break that archetype and go to Max’s house goes into stalkery bully that Johnny wouldn’t even consider touching if it was genuine. Johnny’s here because he needs something.

Probably.

..Right?

Max creeps out of the stairwell, putting his bat on the table. It protests, sticking a ramekin full of keychain pieces to it as an argument. He grabs the keys in the cabinet, and unlocks the door. “What do you want? It’s the middle of the ding-dang night, Johnny. And you’re creeping on my porch.”

“Max!” Johnny says, visibly returning to his old self, rather than a kicked cat Max has left on the porch, in the rain, during the Fourth of July. “I saw somethin’ weird out, and I know weird’s the name of your club. So you should come w’me. You like that sorta thing, don’t you?”

“Johnny, what do you think our club is called?”

“Weird Activity Club,” Johnny answers. He’s been invited. He knows what the name is. Max squints at him, even though it only worsens his eyesight. Again: middle of the night. Everything is dark.

Johnny squints back.

“I need my bat,” Max says, turning around inside. Johnny whoots outside, but waits patiently. He doesn’t even enter. “You’re not coming in?” Max asks. “You come to my house at, at—” he checks the wall clock. “At three-fourteen AM, you cajole out my name for several minutes, and then you don’t even…? You’re weird, Johnny. Weirder than even you know.”

“Isn’t this your house or somethin’? You slip in the freezer and sleep like a squirrel?” 

Max turns around, bat with ramekin of little toys and all, and says: “You think I sleep in the store? Are you asking me if I hibernate?”

“Yeah,” Johnny says. “You hibernate?”

“Why would I—why would I… no, nope, we’re not gonna get into it. Just show me where it’s weird, and drop the hibernation thing.”

“Yah, whatever you want.” Johnny looks at him. As Max passes through the threshold of the door, Johnny becomes very close. He’s extremely warm to the touch, even warping the air a half-inch or so from his skin. And his eyes are unreal; they’re the kind of thing where you look at him and go right, this guy’s possessed. 

Max used to think that his common black energy was a blessing, but Johnny’s simmering orange glow is like a poison dart frog. Danger, danger, it screams. And he barely even knows it. The duality of Johnny’s intensity as he faces the world versus his spirit’s energy bleeding into Johnny as a person—Max stops for a second in front of him, pulled into Johnny’s orbit.

“Y’good?” Johnny asks. But he doesn’t look away. He never does.

“M’good,” Max says, noncommittally. “You got a place in mind?” 

“Yeah, but you were lookin’ funky, like you got something in yer eye,” Johnny says, not looking away or moving. They stand there for who knows how long—just drawn into each other.

“Can we go, or..” Max says. He purses his lips, tucking them out of the way. “This is kinda..” Not bad, it’s just—new. Middle school new. Max is beginning to feel frantic to escape, but refuses to look away first.

Johnny’s the bigger person when he looks away from Max. “S’in the forest. Looks like a house.” 

Max exhales through his nose. “Right, we love houses in forests here in Mayview.”

The trip to the forest feels longer in the stretch of the night that they’re in. It reminds Max so much of the Ghost Train that he keeps looking over his shoulder, expecting a hazy orange light to pierce through the trees—or a hissing horn just outside of his peripheral. Johnny trucks on with no mind of the spirits nearby. Max sometimes wonders if he actually does see them, or got lucky a few times being asked what he saw.

“Do you actually..” Max starts, suddenly feeling like he’s actually following a bully into a dark corner of Mayview with no witnesses. The longer they go, the more uneasy Max feels. But what else could be the answer? Johnny’s eyes glow. 

“Do y’know you glow black when you’re uneasy?” Johnny says, looking back at him. There’s this—sincerity to his face. He looks like he’s always looking at Max for the first time each time. That intensity again. “Like, I’unno, anti-glow… it goes all black. I can’t even see the trees behind you.”

“Oh,” Max says. He feels his energy recede, like a cat’s fur going down. “It’s that bad?”

“Like a fart,” Johnny says, smoothly. And then he’s on the trail again, Max following closely behind.

xx

By the time Johnny stops moving, Max is wishing he’d stayed in bed at least pretending to be asleep than walking through the forest with Johnny in the middle of the night. Just as he imagines himself in his bed, Johnny stops moving and forces them to collide. Max smells smoke from Johnny’s shirt. “That’s it,” Johnny says. Max looks up, looking at the slanted, fungi-infested house in front of them. 

In the dark, it’s icky creepy, all yellowed walls and a nauseating tilt. Max’s mind races in an attempt to remember where in the heck he’s seen this place before, blinking at the house with no words coming out of his mouth. It’s definitely a fit-for-the-genre of the forest house; the windows are perfectly maintained but there’s creeping ivy pouring out of the bottom of the house and so many mushrooms it feels like a forager’s dream.

Brain: Stuck in sleep mode. Max: stalling like an engine. Johnny: About to start chewing the door to get in.

“Isn’t it weird?” Johnny asks, turning to Max. He reads his face for a second, then eventually says, “y’seen it before?”

“..Yes? I think so? It looks—weird and bad at night, honestly. Like it’s trying to creep me out on purpose.” Even so, Max creeps toward the window, Johnny in tow. He smushes his cheek against the glass and hides the moonlight with his hand, peering into the house.

In there, he sees the Doorman’s coat in the background as he—it—wanders.

Max’s heart drops. His energy flicks like a tongue, exploring the air. His bat grows interested. “I have—yup. This place is actually a secret, though, so we must—go… Johnny?”

Johnny is steaming straight Fanta, a candle-lit beacon standing beside Max’s form. “So what?” He asks. His spirit’s energy whips and wags, moving like unsteady flame. “Y’really not gonna help me break down this door, bully-style?”

Max feels a wry smile creep onto his face. “Am I a trope to you? Is this identity politics between bully and bullee?” 

Johnny has the audacity to pull his body away from Max’s magnetism. He looks even offended. “I wanna see what’s in it, tho. Y’already saw it, so that don’t count. Y’didn’t see it w’me.”

“Oh,” Max says, feeling a little out of place. Yeah, of course he would—and if Max just pretends that he doesn’t know the doorman—that’s still keeping a secret..right? As long as he doesn’t tell Johnny what the doorman’s deal is, that’s keeping the secret. Max also reminds himself he never promised the doorman anything, but it’s the principle of the thing.

“If you put it like that, I guess,” Max says, readjusting his grip on his bat. Johnny’s face changes to one of fulfilled delight. “I don’t actually know how to get in.. but—”

Johnny is a moving comet through the dark: he’s standing beside Max one minute and then he’s standing against the door, trying to push it open. Max watches him try to grip the doorknob but he fails; it jiggles but doesn’t turn like it’s locked. He pushes on the door, and when it doesn’t move, pulls hard on the doorknob like it’ll lodge it out of place. “Bat?” Johnny asks, looking at him, gesturing to his bat. “Bat.”

 “Bat? Bat, right, I have the breaking down doors weapon.” He pads the air around the door, shooing Johnny back. He does so dutifully while Max prepares a homerun shot at the door, hoping to crack it high enough that they can unlock it from the other side.

Black energy plumes around his body, both from his bat and his body as he prepares himself for the hit. Guilt eats at him for disturbing the doorman after Isaac already got so much from him for showing Max anyway, but brotherly shame always makes the next punch hit harder. 

The bat’s energy licks the air, ready to be back in line of sight with another spirit. That’s the thing with his eccentric little weapon is that it’s much like Johnny—always ready to prove itself.

“Do it, Max!” Johnny yells, and it spurs Max on to hit the door as hard as he can. KA-CRRNCH goes the door as the bat makes contact with it; huge strides of black energy like bat wings streaming from the tool as it lays there in contact with the door. Max gingerly plucks it out of the hole, staring at the successful break-in.

Johnny whoots, throwing his arms into the air. Max grins, too, feeling alight with exhaustion as it begins to transform into euphoria.

And then two little red eyes appear, and the door is not fixed, but the door is shoved in with new planks and what sounds like duct tape as the hole is filled. 

“What was’at?” Johnny asks. “Some kinda MacGuffin we’re s’posed to know its name or something? A black herring? That’s not cool.”

“I don’t know what it was,” Max says quietly. “I don’t remember seeing one of those last I visited.”

“Plan B, then. Plan better late than bnever.” Johnny says it so smoothly and cordially that it takes Max a second to think about what he’s—they’re—doing. He looks behind him just in time to see Johnny’s soaring frame, alight with orange energy, jumping through the manse’s window.

The glass crashes around him before Max even has the wherewithal to scream his name. As reflex occurs as quickly as a cat’s, Max jumps through the window straight after, hackles already up.

“It smells like gran’ma,” Johnny says, nose positively pressed into the floorboards, Max on top.

“You—you!!! You, you, stinky, you’re—I knew you were trouble!” The red-eyed creature hisses from several directions, its eyes only visible like a deer in infrared headlights. “I remember you—and you stink.” 

“Gee,” Max murmurs into Johnny’s back. He reluctantly peels himself off of his back, staring at the creature in the rafters. “And here I thought we were best friends. That look of undeniable fury you gave me through the door was basically platonic courtship.”

“I was not—oooh, you infuriate me. You’re making me mad on purpose, you clown.”

“Me?” Max asks, still sitting on the dip of Johnny’s spine. “I’m more of a jester, thanks. Clowns are creepy, and I’m practically cute. Don’t insult me, or clowns, by insinuating we are even remotely alike. Your makeup, however…”

“Max,” Johnny says, which sounds a lot like mhhx, as Johnny is still pressed against the floorboards. He pushes his face to the side so his cheek is against the floor rather than his mouth. His face is flushed. 

“Want me to get off?” Max asks. He’s still sitting on him, and as the apparent situation begins to take hold, Max’s face also flushes. Johnny doesn’t reply, which is mortifying in itself, and then it’s Max scurrying off of his body without thinking too hard about it.

Johnny looks at him from the floor, pluming orange energy like giant peacock feathers flying in the wind, and Max looks at him for only a second before tearing his eyes off of Johnny’s face. “That was cool. Was that a friendship fusion?” Max says, trying to get his face to cool off, or his heart stop racing.

As Johnny peels himself off of the floor to an upright position, he says, “Nah, a fusion is our souls connectin’, our situationship makes it inappropriate for the time an’ place. Fusion ain’t for the weak-hearted, Max.” Max makes a face like what the 

Anyway, Johnny doesn’t seem to notice or mind. He seems seriously in thought about what exactly would be a proper situation for friendship fusion with Max.

As he thinks on it, Max looks up just in time to see the Doorman come into view. Back to Plan A: AHH.

“A spirit!” Max shouts, feigning ignorance, just as the Doorman points to his door, guided by Nin: “The Manse’s integrity!”

Johnny springs up like a dog awoken by the mailman. “Your door was in our way to comin’ in! ..What’s the place, anyway?”

Max springs up beside Johnny and grabs him by the back of his shirt. Johnny responds immediately, one hand behind him to hold onto Max’s arm, defensive positioning. Max feels suddenly very warm, and that’s not even where Johnny is touching Max.

“The Slanted Manse is not for you,” the Doorman says, sweeping his eyes through the space. He lands on Max, who is pantomiming decapitating himself over and over. “E—Either of you ne’er-do-wells! Leave at once!”

“You can’t tell me what t’do—ain’t that right, Max?” Johnny’s nerves are disappearing into righteous light, making him show off his energy like peacock feathers. The Doorman’s body language shifts into one of shock.

Max suddenly feels uneasy. “Nope, I’m getting bad vibes! Out the window, with you! He’s gonna get scary, and I haven’t slept!”

Max hears indistinct whispering and then the Doorman shouts: “That is correct, spectral trespassers! My door opens to hell!”

Johnny looks like he totally believes it. He must have forgotten that Max has been here before in the performance between the Doorman and himself.

Eyes wide, he shoves Max out first, and then follows, and then they’re off—scampering into the woods, making a race out of escaping the Doorman. At some point in the marathon, Johnny starts laughing. Max joins him not long after, shoving each other back the way to Max’s house and bedroom.

[isetfiretomyself]

How scared I'd be if My Oc's showed up at my house (⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠) 200 Followers Special!!!!

OMGOMGOMG A bit of a silly one for 200 followers. I'm so happy! Thank you all so so much! -Jay♡

👑 Yandere King, My first born Neil.

Now he's royalty! Why would he hurt his dearest papa who wrote such privilege? Because I killed his reader off...(⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞThat's why even though you're technically still here I'd say my fear level would be 9/10.

🎮 Yandere V Tuber, Lil Sasha.

The short and sweet answer ,5/10. I think as long as she doesn't rock up the same time as a Yandere who's dating you I'm fine. If she realises I could of put you two together I'm cooked. My dear is a little unhinged.

🦷 Yandere Boxer, Big up Elijah.

Now he is a scary boxer boy BUT he's very chill outside the ring so I'm not scared. 1/10, I'll play catch with him or whatever dad's do.

✨ Yandere Hero, Perfect boy Noah.

Mr hero... canonically I've isolated him since he was a child,I should be scared. Should but I have all 200 of you to keep hostage! I write not just his fate and I believe he'd be the most scared by that, So 2/10!

🫀 Yandere Butcher, Big boy Isaiah.

Now I niced this man! He should treat me with some respect (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) but at the same time I suppose I did make him fall in love, start a family just to the have his supposed soulmate break his heart.....Then when he's finally at peace I made the women that hurt him so deeply move back into his safe place.Okay so maybe 'nice' was a overestimate, My fear level would be 8/10!

💌 Yandere Shapeshifter....

10/10. They don't even have a name. I'm dead.

💥 Yandere Villain, Sweet little Lizzie.

4/10. I think we'd have a little chat. I think it would end like those heartfelt ones! I'd make her some tea! ( Can you tell where I'm from...?)

☀️ Yandere Volleyball Player, Silly Ash.

Genuinely not being funny 🙌

I think I'd be safe if I showed him my sensory toys. I mean...I did write him to be the Yandere who physically suffers the most. But my boys dedicated , he understands. He's a opposite hitter btw for all my volleyball fans out there. 2/10

🧠 Yandere Therapist, Sneaky lil James.

10/10. I still haven't let him kidnap you yet and he's gonna be angry at me 😭

🦠 Yandere Test Subject, Malachi.

Again 10/10 I'm dead. I deprived him of like everything till I wrote in you when he's a full on adult.

💰 Rich Yandere, Monday Man Tobias.

1/10. I think he rocks up to the family function comments on how tall his is compared to his dad then leaves.

📸 Yandere Model, Pretty old Felix.

He wouldn't hurt me BUT BRO we're gossiping ! He'll yap about you, his model rivals and all that jazz. I probably add my two cents it'll be great! 1/10.

💖 Ex Yandere, Totally normal Henry.

7/10. I'd ask if he's okay but I'd be worried he's gonna snap. He's my mentally ill lil son.

🚦 Yandere Underground Racer, August.

My fear level would be like 7/10 but for you this time. They keep asking how to take care of a captive and I would be concerned 🙀

🥀 Yandere Ex Wife, The infamous Alice.

7/10, only because I'm not the biggest fan of physical touch and I feel like she'd hug me.

🩸 Yandere Vampire, Max.

10/10, I'm scared of Vampires.

[maximumdino]

The Safe Ship, Harbored Legacy Challenge

Introduction

Hello! I am Maximum Dinosaur. I make videos on youtube, and challenges for the sims 4. I decided to make a long and somewhat niche legacy challenge based on something very near and dear to my heart: The Crane Wives.

This challenge is based on the Crane Wives' first album, Safe Ship Harbored. There are 12 generations that I've tried very hard to make fun and dramatic! I've made a short video going over this challenge briefly on my youtube channel if you're interested!

{This is part 1 of The Crane Wives Ultimate Legacy Challenge! Navigate through the rest on my main page or in the link above}

You can find the graphic for these generations here!

Generational Rules

The generations are mostly focused on stories but have small little skill, aspiration, or miscellaneous challenges to add onto the fun of the generation. No gatekeeping here, though, this is just for fun and there’s no shame in removing a few rules from a challenge for any reason.

Each generation has a color palette that are all based around the track (or the vibes I get from it!) Some are easier than others, and some have stronger stories than others. Hopefully, it'll give you some good variety in your game.

Recommended on normal lifespan, but any lifespan is fine.

The aspiration or career listed in the rules does not have to be completed unless it specifically says so.

Bending rules is fine. Don't have a pack? Cool, change the rules. Don't like a skill? Cool, don't do it. I couldn't care less. This challenge is about the enjoyment of the players, so go wild.

Rules are not listed in any order and can be completed in any order unless explicitly stated that something happens before or after another requirement.

Each generation has a color palette that's really just for fun, it doesn't have to be intense or overpowering.

Cheats are not allowed unless to cheat baby number or gender.

Have fun :D

Generations

Generation 1: Can't Have It All

“You won't find me where you left me, no, I'm long gone I won't bargain, I won't break My mind's made up, though my head still aches  All my love you tried to take, but you can't have it all”

From a young age, you've been smitten with one of your classmates. You daydream about life together, writing their name in hearts in your notebook and do everything else that someone in love would do. So when you have the golden opportunity to talk to them, you take it. As you dive headfirst into a relationship with them, you pour all of your love into them. And as you grow older, they control more and more of what you can do. You start to realize that maybe this isn't healthy, but you struggle to stand up for yourself at all. But when they want to advance in your relationship farther than you're comfortable with, you reject them softly- and they don’t take the rejection well, and you end up dumped and alone. You never had a chance to be an adult without them. What now? How do you move on?

Colors: Blue & Green

Traits: Recycle Disciple, Generous, Lovebug (Switch to Romantically Reserved after breakup)

Starting as a teenager, get with your first romantic partner who you put all your love and emotion into. Start the soulmate aspiration with them.

As time goes on, they become controlling. As young adults, your partner dumps you after you refuse to take the next step in your relationship.

Pour your love into becoming a Civil Designer and environmental activist after the breakup. Join the Green Technician Branch.

Max out the fabrication skill and complete the Eco Innovator Aspiration

Bake for your loved ones and reach level 10 of the Baking Skill

Move onto a better life without them. When they try to return using your emotions to get you back, stand your ground.

Generation 2: The Diving Bell

“I will drown for you, sink to black from blue, and let the water win  Wear you 'round my waist, hold your heart like waves, opening my lungs to let you in Swallow my heart whole, sink me like a stone Water rushes in… and I will welcome it - I am not afraid to give you everything”

You were raised with love and caution, but to keep things light, your parent would spin their warnings into whimsical stories as you say together by the lakeside. Those stories of caution and life lessons that your parent taught you inspired you to look beyond reality and into the world of poetry. You always had a positive outlook on life, though your poetry never shied from expression of negativity and sorrow. The poetry is your outlet, and your elegiac downfall. When you meet Them, all of the artistic pieces fall into place. You couldn't have written your meeting better yourself. You find beauty in Their depths, in the worst parts of Them. You write it into your poems, and you turn Their flaws into art. They drag you down into the depths of the waters in a way no weight had before. You don't think of the possible consequences, nor do you really care. You aren't afraid. You'd be happy to give anything to them.

Colors: Gold & Deep Blue

Traits: Cheerful, Active, Loyal

Since childhood, always have a pool, pond, lake or ocean near or in your home. Swim as a hobby, reaching fitness level 10.

Enter the diver career as a teenager.

Become a successful author (writer, author branch), reaching level 10 of the career, though you prefer writing poetry on your own time.

Meet your lover in a way you can only describe as poetic.

Write poetry collections throughout your life, reach writing level 10, and complete the Bestselling Author Aspiration.

Ignore any issues in your relationship with your lover and spin them into poetry.

Make a huge sacrifice for the one you love.

Generation 3: New Colors

“Orange, yellow, green, it's all the same to me- I've seen them all a million times before I have half a mind, to climb up in the sky and to steal new colors away from the sun Don't tell me that I can't, Oh Lord, don't tell me that I can't, I need this so damn bad I'd give up my sight to see, I'd give up my air to breathe”

The world is cruel. It's always been cruel. Kids would tease and torment you in school, and things didn't seem to get better as you grew. Your ideas were turned into jokes from your peers, especially the ideas pertaining to Sixam. The planet with so many unknowns and mysteries. They call you an obsessed lunatic, but that won't stop you. You're going to make it to Sixam, no matter the cost. You tried to give other people a chance, you didn't want to be right about the human condition, but every time, you’re left in a worse state than before. So you vow to never give another senselessly cruel person a chance. That is, until you stumble across someone who doesn't have any of the terrible traits you see in others. They're colorful, expressive, and they're nothing like the people who ridiculed you your entire life. So, you fall deeply in love, unexpectedly but beautifully. Now, you have a support system as you venture for Sixam, ready to learn about the curious planet and what may be lurking there.

Colors: Pink & Yellow

Traits: Overachiever, Genius, Your Choice

Complete the Whiz Kid Aspiration.

Fall in love with a colorful, artsy sim; the only person you could ever fall for

Reach level 10 of the Astronaut Career (Space Ranger Branch)

Build a rocket ship in your backyard and reach level 10 of the rocket science skill

Complete space prints, geodes, & space rocks collections.

You refuse to put your life to waste. Reach the "Dreams Fulfilled" Tier of the Soul's Journey.

Do anything to make it to space. Become the first sim to step onto Sixam’s surface.

Reach a point in your life where you must make a decision to follow your dreams at a cost, or continue with an average life.

Have a child with someone other than your love, one of the senselessly cruel people you meet. Have at least two children total.

Generation 4: Caleb Trask

“So you got bad in your blood… brother, you're one of us How long are you gonna wait for those azaleas to bloom? How long are you gonna wait for them to burn? We're the daughters of sinners, we're the sons of saints Blood doesn't mean a thing… Stop waiting on those flowers”

Your earliest memories were of blind and raging jealousy. Your sibling reached all milestones before you. Your sibling got more attention at family events than you, and the pattern continued. You began to despise them and everything they succeeded at. Of course, the feeling was one-sided. They didn't hate you, which makes you hate them more. You blame your hatred on your blood, but you know that isn't true, and so do those who’re around you. In order to make an impression, you marry a person who’s quite ideal, someone who thinks they can help you become a better person. You continue to keep up appearances, daydreaming about what people will think when they see how put-together you are, and how they may compare you to your sibling and see you as the victor. You join the military, a much respected career bound to give you an admirable image. That is, as long as you keep the secretive work you've been doing quiet. You're beyond redemption to some, pitied by others. It might not be too late to turn back, like your spouse and family want you to. But that's a decision you must make.

Colors: Red & Dark Pink

Traits: Jealous, Neat, Evil (May change throughout the gen of you so please)

Have a terrible relationship with at least one sibling out of jealousy. Be outshined by them in many aspects, and obsess over being better than them.

Marry someone who’s the child of a ‘saint’. Have a good relationship, but fight over parenting choices.

Maintain a flower garden with your spouse, slowly leaving it to only them to keep the flowers alive.

Neglect your parental duties to do shady business with shady people. Be welcomed into the corrupted special forces. Reach level 10 of the Military career.

Max out the handiness skill, adamant on ‘fixing’ every issue in your family to keep up appearances that you are better off than your sibling.

Throughout your life, your spouse begs for you to turn back from the bad decisions you make. Make promises to them you do not keep.

Take everything from your sibling.

Generation 5: Counting Sheep

“You sigh into your cup of coffee as you watch the morning news There goes your good day, there's the knot on the noose When the wool is off your eyes you'll stop counting sheep at night, cause you eat your fill up during the daytime Something in you's fast asleep, afraid to be who you will be- it's a losing battle, so why are you still fighting?”

Your parents caused more turbulence in your life than anything else in your early years. You saw all your parent did to hurt the world as an important militant at the top of the power chain. They tried to conceal it from you, but they could not fool you. You were lied to- everyone was. Now that you know the truth, it makes life so much more torturous. At first, you try to play it like everyone else, oblivious, depressed, and bored out of your goddamn mind. You join a lackluster job, and try to join the masses in their soul-sucking, repetitive lives. You wake up every morning like the robot you are, despising your alarm clock, dreading your day, and fearing your life ahead when you see the disturbing news on the TV each day. But it wasn't a sustainable life for someone who yearns for happiness. On a random Tuesday, you have a rude awakening after an unexpected event, leaving you more sure than ever that you want to make a change in your life… and hopefully, if all goes well, in the lives of others, too.

Colors: Silver & Red

Traits: Vegetarian, Gloomy, Good

As a child, see the damage your military parent had caused. Those around you can't see the world burn, but you could never unsee it. Watch the news every day, haunted by the terrible things going on.

Gain the Coffee Fanatic Lifestyle

Start in a passionless career, but don't make it far. After an event that leaves you in shambles and angry at unfair society, quit and join the politician career.

Reach level 10 of the politician career (charity organizer branch).

Hold public debates about topics you’re passionate about. Reach level 10 of Research and Debate.

Have a turbulent relationship with your militant parent, but be close with your other parent, sibling(s), grandparents, and parents’ siblings. Raise your children well and close to their extended family… but keep them away from your militant parent. Reach parenting level 10 and complete the big happy family aspiration.

Knit as a casual hobby, teaching your descendants to knit skillfully.

Try to open the eyes of others to the terrible things around them your whole life.

Generation 6: Hole in The Silver Lining

“If there's a hole in the silver lining, I'll be the one to find it I take it upon myself to make sure I do- I might find nothing when I start looking But I turn it over in my hands until my fingers wear it through Leave your doubt at the door, don't you take another step”

As you grew up, your parent spent most of their time trying to make the world a better place. But… well, you've never been one for optimism. You can't really place why, maybe it's because of all you've been taught about the world, your obsessive compulsions, or maybe it's just the way you were born. You refuse to find good in most situations, a self destructive process you can't quite seem to escape. Despite your macabre nature, no one can doubt that you have a wonderful sense of style. You don’t typically utilize it unless styling others, not quite confident enough to dress yourself in your beautiful designs. The endless cycle of pushing your own hopes down and letting your doubts stop you is nothing short of tiring. After opportunities, dreams, and relationships have been ruined due to this unfortunate trait of yours, you start to wonder if maybe life doesn't have to be like this, if you can learn to leave the part of you that's tortured you for so long behind. But it takes a lot to undo the cycle, and it will be a long process… but for once, you face some optimism that maybe, just maybe, you can escape your own mind.

Colors: Teal & Silver

Traits: Paranoid, Macabre, Perfectionist

Have an unlucky childhood, leading to built up fears and anxieties as an adult.

Ruin multiple relationships out of paranoia and skepticism.

Reject an opportunity of a lifetime, too anxious over the thought that the outcome will be poor.

Reach the Stylist Branch of the Style Influencer Career

Complete Lord of the Knits aspiration

Max out the photography and knitting skills 

Design and style impeccable fashion pieces, but stay behind the scenes and avoid the attention on yourself. After all, nothing good can come of your own success, right?

Slowly learn to leave your doubt at the door, leave behind your extreme pessimism and embrace whatever may come next with a neutrality you didn't have before.

Generation 7: Safe Ship, Harbored

“Where does your faith fall in me? Don't break the bottle, don't waste your blessings on me I'll always wonder what's across the tossing ocean, the world I'm at looks really flat to me I am a safe ship, harbored, losing all of my good years to the shallow water Watch me give up, honey- I swore I never would - I wasn't born a safe ship, something wore me down”

Your parent made you promise to live better than them, to avoid negativity and live free of your own mind. You made friends who matched your high speeds, and who shared your love for the waters and creatures within them. You tried everything you could, swam as far as the horizon reached, greeting the sea animals as friends without fear. You had passion for helping marine life, and you wouldn't let anything stop you. Your family was so proud of you… until someone else came along. They made you love them, they made you trust them. But they made up your relationship out of lies, leaving you afraid of your own reflection, your island home, and to your dismay, the waters you used to love. Suddenly, no risk seems worth it, and no part of life seems worth living. Wild and more unburdened in your youth, you're now faced with the reality that you've let everyone you love down. Nobody else knew why you changed. Your friends left you behind, for you couldn't keep up anymore. Your parents didn't say it, but you knew they were disappointed that you changed. They promised they’d never stop their faith in you, but now, you're starting to wonder if they should. You're ruined, after all. You're a ship who never left the harbor, not after you came back to land, hurting more than ever.

Colors: Orange & Teal

Traits: Adventurous, Dance Machine, Child of the Islands

Live in Sulani and immerse yourself in Sulani culture, befriending dolphins and exploring the murky caves and volcanoes of the island.

Start with a passion for guitar, abandon it, coming back to it later, reaching level 10 of the skill. Dance and play around a beach bonfire with your family.

Work as a lifeguard as a teenager and reach the top of the career. Transfer over to become a conservationist (marine Biologist branch) as a young adult.

Someone you love betrays you on an adventure, leaving you unable to take the daring leaps anymore. You stay adventurous, you stay curious. But you can't bring yourself to act on it. In your dark mental space, gain a fear of water.

When you become more reserved, quit the marine biologist career out of fear. You may return to it if you're able to overcome your fear of water.

Complete the Buried Treasure Collection

Complete the Renaissance Sim aspiration.

Generation 8: Naked, The Night Falls

“Can't keep my senses from your taste- into your arms, sell my sorry soul Been enraptured and tied, turn your ghosts into mine - all the years, I'm alive Naked, the night falls in your eyes, slowly I burn like the autumn leaves Brittle as ash but when I rise - love I will learn”

Life is never better than when a furry friend is in your arms. You inherited your love of animals from your parents, but they love aquatics and you love the creatures of the land. You’ve always felt drawn to the complex animals roaming the lands, and the nature and life surrounding them. Humans are a particularly fascinating species to you, animals pretending to be something above mammals. You are intrigued by the way that humans love, especially once you experience it for yourself. You don't argue with the irresistible attraction drawing you to your love interest, and you let yourself fall right into their arms. A meet cute, some people call it, but you call it fate. They're not a perfect person, but you're perfect for each other, and you take their hands, and promise to share their problems, Legs in tangles on the bed, daydreaming together as your identities intertwine. Nothing can come between you and your love’s vulnerability within each other, and nothing can reverse the way that you transformed each other into better versions of yourselves.

Colors: Indigo & Orange

Traits: Clumsy, Cat/Dog/Horse Lover, Nosy

Meet the love of your life as the night falls, be the most attracted to them as possible.

Keep the love strong through elderhood and beyond. Reach romance level 10.

Watch the sunset every weekend with the ones you love.

Have an animal companion you spend your whole life past teenhood with (use anti-aging treats or cheats… they're your first baby. Max pet training and riding.

Work as a romance Consultant (matchmaker branch) Max out the career.

Raise and rescue other animals throughout your lifetime with your partner. Complete the Friend of the Animals aspiration.

Your love is a good person, but burdened. Share their hardships and help them through them. You intertwine identities and live the rest of your life by their side.

Have a near-death experience leaving you weak and brittle. Recover with the help of your lover and animal companions.

Generation 9: Ancient History

“My dreams keep diggin' up the bones of memories, discarded remnants of former times Now every skeleton is slappin' its knees, laughin' at the holes he left behind My poor heart is an open wound - It's ancient history that's bleedin' out of me So what am I supposed to do? I try to let it fade away but I still hold on”

Like the generations before you, you've greatly enjoyed adventure. You love the hands-on, scholarly side of science, fascinated by the world’s creations. However, it's not easy to find a stable job in the wild, so you settle for a well-paying position as a scientist in a place far from the natural world. It was alright, though, and you learned to be okay with that way of living. But your situation takes a turn when something dreadful enters your life, stopping you in your tracks, and making every second of your time hell. You expect to be able to push through and get out to the other end stronger, but that never happens. And as you suffer, you start to realize that it's effecting the people around you, including your beloved child(ren). You know that if you leave, your family will be at peace. In an effort to save your children from your situation, and to possibly start fresh without the burden on your shoulders, you take off for the jungle alone.

You settle into your new life as best as you can, and you love your newfound explorative freedom- but while the trouble isn't around anymore, you have to deal with the remains of it. It haunts your nightmares, and you start regretting leaving your kid(s)... they're the only part of your history you want back. The sad truth that you can't change history starts to soak in.

Colors: Brown & Indigo

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Genius, Chased by Death

Start working as a scientist in a populated area. 

Something long-standing in your life has been torturing you, and you've about had it. Move far away from your trauma to a desolate place. Lose touch with at least one of your children in the process, leaving them with a different family for their own good (or so you think).

Max the archeology & gemology skills.

Max out the Scientist Career.

Spend much of your time exploring Selvadorada and studying the things you find in the depths of the jungle in the lab, a more hands on approach.

Complete the Archaeology Scholar aspiration and the Ancient Omiscan Artifacts and Crystal* collections.

No matter what you do… your trauma ends up following you anyway, whether it's mentally or physically.

Learn to let go.

Eventually reunite with your child(ren).

*Excluding crystals only found on Sixam

Generation 10: October

“Come, my dear, and be a part of my home- missing stitch and flowers on a headstone But I will crawl like a sinner to be at your feet… should God or the devil ever ask for me Take my word, but keep the upper hand - I know you, you're the daughter of a lonely man So kiss me quick, steal every secret I keep, there is no more room in your heart for me… Oh, my love”

Your parents left you behind because they thought it was better for you- and it was, growing up. You had everything you needed, everything you wanted… but sometimes, it takes one thing to change a relationship you thought would last forever. You met a woman who captured your focus and whispered sweet promises to you… and immediately, you were hers. You’re both lonely women descending from lonely people, and both deemed as sinful outcasts when you take her home to your family. Their smiles faltered when you introduced her, and the night grew dark as your parents berated you with an anger you’d never seen in them before. You could never understand what they hated so much about your love. But to them, the pure devotion and intense love only meant a deeper sin.

You want your partner to be part of every moment of your life, but your community would never stand for it. But you refuse to let them stop you. History must know of your love, you determine. Still,  you don’t think that she will come with you, turning away from her whole life… but she does, for the both of you. It’s not long before the news broke in your former community. You’re dead. Or, at least, they think you are.

Your parent left you behind long ago, and now, you're leaving, too. But this time, there will be no regrets. No one comes to drop flowers by your gravestones back in your hometown, anyway. In your new community, however, you’re no longer treated with judgement and resentment, but care and belonging. And now, you can turn your eyes to her without worry or shame.

Colors: Peach & Brown

Traits: Loner, Romantic, Freegan

Be raised well by a family chosen by your runaway parent, but when you come home with a woman, they turn on you. 

Fall in love with a woman and become engaged

Fake your deaths together because no one in your current life sees you for who you are. Run away and bring your fiance with you.

Find a tight knit, small community who sees you for who you are in your new life.

Make and sell Flower arrangements in a small, family owned corner shop after running away. Max the flower arranging skill.

Spend late nights with your wife making and drinking nectar, and max out the nectar making skill.

Complete the soulmate aspiration.

Start to write in journals documenting your love and keep them to yourself until you die, leaving them to your child(ren)’s inheritance.

Generation 11: The Crooked, The Cradle

“There's blood in the water, the quiet are restless, the silent are still… My enemies crawl, we're alone with the kill- Can anyone hear me? This cradle still burns like a hole in my chest…  The crooked are smiling, they know me the best But I pray, when it's done, when it's through, I'll have something left for you”

You didn't realize how hard school would be, and you weren't prepared for how cruel kids could be. Socially inept, you didn't know what to do when your classmates started to pick on you. None of your other classmates stood up for you. And as the bullying excellated, you internalized the mean words, spending nights crying and kicking yourself for being who you are. It must be your fault, you think, otherwise why would you deserve this?

Eventually, you graduate, but the damage has been done. You've been broken down and beaten to the point you no longer can recognize yourself. Maybe if you’d push yourself into adulthood, the childhood that haunted you will be left in the past. When you stumble upon a gang who seem to immediately welcome you, you stick around. They convinced you they're the only ones who could possibly understand you, you're one in the same, that they know you better than anyone. You believe them- because you'd never belonged with a good crowd. You do as they ask, and you fit right in, or so you think. But a shocking death leaves you unable to see the gang as your crew anymore. You're meek, messy, and a social wreck, but you aren't evil. So you leave. After all you've done, your parents welcome you back with open arms. You're still their baby, and they're willing to help you heal- but also to push you to never stop trying things and meeting people. But if you do end up finding someone who’ll treat you right… will there be any part of you left for them?

Colors: Mint & Peach

Traits: Childish, Slob, Socially Awkward

Suffer through brutal bullying when young.

Get involved in a gang who convinces you you fit in, that you're one in the same. Join the criminal career.

Witness a death that changes the way you see the world and people around you.

Leave the gang and career, and with nowhere else to go, come back to your parents’ open arms.

Learn to take care of yourself, maxing out the wellness skill. When emotions are high, practice wellness to clear your mind.

Take up work as a part time retail employee and a full time parent. Have a knack for programming and perform side jobs to support your family. Reach programming level 10.

Complete a wellness aspiration.

Because of a fear of being a bad parent, be a bit overprotective of your kids. Earn the strict family dynamic, though you want the best for them.

Generation 12: I Ain't Done

“I am a pretty young thing, I am consumed with selfish wanting You expose my nightly wandering, you put me in the ground, but I ain't done I have all the time I need to repent my wicked deeds… Swear that they still hear me scream He follows her into the night, finds her sleeping with another… by morning there were no survivors”

Under your parents somewhat suffering guidance, you had an uneventful and restricted experience in high school. You met someone, and it seemed perfect, or at least, it was supposed to be. You went with it- in fact, you went with everything in your life, following the current. Still, you managed to keep up a mischievous spirit, which your sweetheart doesn't totally appreciate, but they love you enough to get over it.

After graduation, you jump right into a marriage, unaware that you had other options to explore. Engulfed in their dreams, family, family business, and home. you ignored any bad signs your spouse showcased, you lived your life, knowing that something was missing. You were naive, despite your front- so when you found yourself falling for someone other than your spouse, you make the mistake of allowing yourself to do so. Slowly, you start to spend more and more time sneaking out for your affair. You had little guilt- this was what felt right. But one fateful night, your spouse decided to follow you when you left at night. You didn’t notice. There was screaming, bloody murder, begging and apologies, and in the end, you were gone. Your spouse, the person you loved, but not enough, the person who you cared for, but not more than your affair- had killed you. And by the time of daybreak, the ones that you most cared about lied in the ground next to you.

Colors: Black & Mint

Traits: Goofball, Self Assured, Your Choice

Get married very young to your first partner, sheltered from the idea of exploration. Live in this unsatisfying marriage for years.

Help with your spouse’s family business as undertaker (funeral director branch).

Complete the Chief of Mischief aspiration as an outlet for your unfulfilled life.

Have an affair under the moonlight with one person you truly love. When your spouse finds out, they kill you, and fight your lover to the death.

Max out the mischief, medium and thanatology skills.

Become a hotheaded sim in death and achieve Transcendent Wraith ghost mastery. Haunt your ex spouse’s family graveyard for the rest of eternity.

After death, only befriend occults. Seek vengeance, though your traitor is also in the ground.

And that's all! Stay tuned for more :D

[elsa-fogen]

He got pilot power with seasoned personality!

(You know because we thought Alastor didn't have a limit in the pilot and the darker side of him is shown more in the full season and stuff)

HAHA!

So about powers, i usually tend to overpower my favs, so here's my headcanon:

in pilot he HAD limit, but he wasn't used to it, and tried to use his powers as he normally would, but turned out that everything he did that time took too much out of him and made him realise HOW MUCH his powers were limited, so he had to figure out "safe" amount of power he can use now without draining himself. In episode 5 i think he came somewhat close to his current limit

what i mean is: he (and everyone i guess) have energy limit. So magic requires this energy and the more you have the more powerful things you can do. also you can control how much of your energy you can put in a "spell". And you can put all you energy in one very powerful move and that's it, or you can do many small "spells". If it sounds messy, i'm sorry

so, what we saw in pilot isn't his max level, it was just his normal level, and without a limit this would count as "i didn't even try". His maximum power level is much, much higher. but i think this is a topic for another post

AND i think even actual show didn't explore Alastor's dark side enough. We saw only small glimpse of it, and that's why so many people are completely delulu about him lol. I really, really want to see him actually cruelly murder someone in series. Maybe even someone we care about (no i don't look at Husk...) Also i want to see flashbacks of his past, when he was alive... (THING I WANT TO SEE THE MOST IS HOW HE DIED VIV PLEASE FEED ME--)

[inchidentally]

ok so I haven't done an insane and pointless landoscar post in a while so !!

I blurted most of this to @mecachrome and needed to like ground myself abt it but like.

Lando allowing himself to oscillate between extremes of Taking Your Affection For Granted/Being an Absolute Menace and Please Look at Me/Please Tell Me I'm Important to You is smth we only see him do w very very specific people. he's got to feel very secure that their attention and patience w him go hand in hand. namely we know of Max F, Jon, some of Lando's karting friends, and now Oscar. with literally everyone else he makes an effort to soften or balance himself and fit their energy (which tbh is how most of us are w friends and colleagues). but Lando is not Just Anyone and Not Just Some Guy so there's a special extra sector of friendship and affection there to be achieved if someone has the desire to.

and somehow to me it's like, Lando realizing so early on that Oscar really really really knew him and then gradually realizing that Oscar was continuing to study and learn him, it basically jumped his feeling of safety around Oscar to a degree he normally only feels around ppl he's known for a very long time.

and that a peruse through these two tags it becomes clear that Lando feels secure in putting Oscar through the paces of Lando's least happy and amenable moods possible. bc !! Oscar just smiles through it and doesn't get offended and almost sort of pushes through it as if to say you're not going to annoy me away mate, I've decided we're friends and that's it.

bc it's a test he knows Lando does when he's decided you're a Safe Person. like in Bahrain and Lando jokingly goes ugh! hi Oscar! and IMMEDIATELY switches to Osc bc he's in a Mood about having to discuss Bahrain as if they possibly could've learned much about the car yet and there's nothing rly to discuss but he doesn't want to take it out on Oscar … and then ! Oscar sees the pout on Lando's face, ignores everyone else and does this lean in and starts teasing Lando abt the repetitive questions they're being asked ! and Lando ! breaks out into this big smile and his mood just lifts !! bc Oscar knows exactly what to do !

and somehow that's all tied into how insanely clingy they both were at the start of the season and Lando esp was going a bit crazy with posting and reposting and commenting on content with Oscar or him and Oscar and how he felt this need to explain to Oscar why he went to see Daniel and not him bc wowwww he rly missed Oscar and the way Oscar just watches him and laughs at all his jokes and doesn't ask Lando to Be Anything Other than Himself bc Oscar takes the good and the bad bc it's Lando! Oscar had folded Lando into his life long before they even knew they'd be teammates!

which parallels the end of season video in Abu Dhabi or the Saudi post race video 'Straya Mate' and Lando is about to jump out of his skin to get Oscar to look at him !! and in those moments Oscar is a combination of tired and rly not enjoying media but Lando canNOT HANDLE when Oscar isn't watching him and Oscar seems sort of fed up with cameras so he STARES at Oscar's face and wriggles around and builds up to jokes bc he just needs to see himself having that effect on Oscar! and Oscar never lets him squirm for long and caves in to any joke Lando makes no matter how bad. and all of that fits so much w the sort of "soft dom" moments where ultimately, Lando views Oscar as one of the few people in his life who will Take Care of Him and who Knows What Lando Needs. but also !! it's a return of what Oscar does for Lando!

bc we've all seen him be like this w Max F and Jon and how no matter what flavor of Lando gets thrown at them - sweet or sour - they know just how he works and would never ever betray that level of trust by getting bored or disinterested or fed up with him. Max definitely has the most ability to scold Lando to order but tbh that happens v rarely and mostly he just mutters to himself or the camera and totally folds to Lando anyway.

but the difference is that Lando has years of proof on his side w Max and Jon and the other ppl he feels like this with. Oscar however is still a New Friend and he's got this whole settled, grown up life outside racing and Lando's relying a whole lot on the degree of commitment to McLaren that Oscar has shown again and again. they have friends in common and a drift compatible bond as teammates but they don't broadcast their interactions like most drivers do w other drivers so who knows how much Oscar has integrated in Lando's life outside of that? and I can only imagine Lando does NOT cope well with losing people he's brought into that degree of trust even tho from what we know he's never had that happen. but Oscar is so self-contained and reserved about the deeper parts of his personality so all of us sure can't say exactly how he'd react to him or Lando going to another team and you wonder how much Lando does ??

and godddd then we got this little glimpse into their natural dynamic and I end up finding myself hoping especially for Lando's sake that their friendship keeps getting stronger over the years they both know they have for sure together bc it's feels v safe to say that Oscar being someone else's teammate and not being Right There throughout the season would not be good for Lando !! </3

*obligatory reminder that I write these posts purely for fun and no I do not hinge any of my happiness in life on two men in racey cars - bc some ppl cannot tell what fandom is for and think everyone's deadly serious