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“You ready, Lou?”

“Duh.”

“Cecil? You’ve got full faith in your cabin?”

“Yep.”

“What about you, Will? Were your threats successful?”

“My bribes went wonderfully, thank you.”

“Then I think we’re a go.”

“Gods, this is going to be great.”

———

Knockknockknock.

Nico locks in on his game. He is so, so close to finally making it through this stupid quest, he can feel it, and if he doesn’t beat The Imprisoned before Percy he’s going to set the camp on fire.

Knockknockknock.

“Just — hold on a second!” He spams B, cursing loudly to himself, ignoring the twinge in his lower back from holding this position for so long. “Fuck, fuck, come on.” He clenches his teeth, knuckles white against the Wii remote, until finally — the boss falls. He cheers.

Fuck yes. Take that, Percy.

Tossing the remote on his bed, he jogs over to the door, sliding open the three bolts and unlocking the chains. On his porch is a blur of movement, hair frizzy and pulled-on, shirt rumbled.

“Oh, hey, Annabeth.”

She barely acknowledges him, focusing intently on pacing back and forth on the stone porch at the speed of light. He settles against the door frame, stretching out his spine, watching her mutter to herself.

“Chiron is leaving,” she says.

Nico raises an amused eyebrow. “I am aware.”

“With Mr. D. To some conference.”

“I heard.”

“He’s gone until early tomorrow evening.”

“Uh-huh.”

“He left me in charge.”

“Probably wise.”

“I need an allegiance, Nico.”

“Slow down and tell me what you mean, first.”

She sighs, coming to a stop in front of him. Her fingers still drum across her biceps, and her eyes dart around, evaluating. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip.

“Camp’s a lot of work,” she says finally. “I’ve never been in charge of so many people at once before, and like hell am I gonna let Chiron think I can’t handle it. I have a Plan, and you’re a part of it.”

Nico resists the urge to groan. Chiron leaving is supposed to mean he gets the next day or so off — no classes, no socializing, nothing. Just him in his cabin and the genuinely disgusting amount of junk food he has amassed.

(…And Will. Maybe.)

“It’s nothing crazy,” she promises. “I just need you to lurk.”

“…Lurk?”

“Yeah, you know. Chill in the shadows and scare people into complacency. You don’t even need to do much, just that thing where you stare at people like you know the exact day they’re going to die.”

“I do love lurking,” Nico admits. And to basically have a free pass to scare the shit out of whoever he wants… “I’ll do it.”

She smiles brightly. “Thanks, Nico! I knew I could count on you. I’ll meet up with you right after Chiron heads out, okay? To give you a list of people to keep your eye on.”

“Sure. Bye, Annabeth.”

“See ya!”

He closes the door and pads back to his setup, shaking the remote to get it going again. He can’t quite shake the smirk off his face.

The next twenty four hours are going to rock.

———

“Swiper No Swiping, initiate phase one.”

“Roger that, Sunny Dick.”

“…I’m revoking your code name priveledges.”

“No no no, I’m sorry, I’ll change it.”

———

Before Chiron leaves, he gathers them all in the amphitheatre.

“Children,” he calls, adjusting the bow slung across his back. “I am leaving now for my conference. I will be back before the sun sets tomorrow.” He gestures towards Annabeth, standing stiffly beside him. “Annabeth is in charge. Consider all my authority transferred to her before I return, am I understood?”

“Yes, Chiron,” courses the camp, some with significantly more attitude than others. Across the gathered crowd, Will catches his eye and winks. (Well, tries to. He has yet to catch on to the fact that he cannot, actually, wink, and instead just blinks really intentionally. Kayla and Austin have sworn him to secrecy.) Nico rolls his eyes, ears burning, and looks away.

“Good. Regular rules; no maiming, killing, or injuries above level seven. Any arson will result in a revoking of dessert privileges. Yes, Julia, even if you help in putting out the arson. It is the fire that is the issue, you understand. Excellent.” He claps his hands together. “I am looking forward to one day of peace. Try to avoid ruining it for me too quickly. Goodbye, children.”

With a wave and a fond squeeze of Annabeth’s shoulder, he trots over to Half-Blood Hill, ignoring Mr. D’s loud complaining about how long he took. With a snap of Mr. D’s fingers, they disappear. For a brief, uncanny moment, everything is still.

“Alright,” Annabeth shouts, clapping her hands together. Nico jumps. “Dinner is in an hour. Whoever is the first to fuck something up will be doing dishes. I will be watching. Dismissed.”

Wading through the swathes of ambling teenagers, she walks by where Nico is leaning against a pillar, half-hidden in the shadows.

“Lurk,” she orders, passing him.

Nico shoots her a mocking salute, fading into the shadow behind him. He barely catches her grin before he dissolves into the darkness.

———

“Phase two in effect. Ready to go, Sabrina Spellman?”

“Prepped to go, Teletubbies Sun Baby.”

“I hate both of you.”

———

“Halt!”

Across the common, three suspicious figures freeze, glance behind them, and then resume walking as casually as they can.

“I said halt! Do not move! Cease all function!”

Milling nervously towards each other, Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest pause, shifting the three massive cardboard boxes they hold each.

“Hi, Annabeth,” Will says, smiling innocently. Cecil and Lou Ellen match him, eyes wide, expressions angelic.

Annabeth stomps over to them, fists clenched at her sides, entirely unmoved by the cherubic display in front of her. Nico stays right where he is, hidden by the shade of Cabin Eight.

“Explain yourselves,” Annabeth orders.

The three stooges exchange a look.

“Whatever do you mean,” Lou Ellen asks, shifting the boxes to free up her hand only to place it delicately over her chest. “Why, we are only helping our dear friend William —”

“Our dear, dear friend,” Cecil adds.

“— carry these many boxes of medical supplies, so as to lower his great burden —”

“Massive burden,” Will says sagely.

“— and free up his evening in order for him to spend his limited time with us, his most cherished friends.”

“Especially cherished,” Will and Cecil chorus together.

Unable to bite back a smile, Nico rolls his eyes so hard his skull hurts. They’re not even trying to not get caught, at this point. Idiots.

Clearly agreeing, Annabeth scoffs. “Yeah, right. Boxes down, all three of you. You’re being detained for suspected illicit substances.”

“Annabeth!” Will cries, hand to his chest, “after all I do for this camp, you would accuse me of being — illicit?! Me?! The outrage! The insult! The impugn, the —”

“Can it, Solace. Open the boxes.”

Huffing in perfect unison, the three of them carefully lower their boxes to the ground.

“Tape off.”

Intentionally slowly, they run a nail along the edge of the packing tape.

“Flaps open, guys, c’mon.”

With flourish, the trio fling open the thin cardboard panels. Inside each box is rows of bandages, packaged syringes, sterile bands, tongue compresses, and more that Nico can’t name. Annabeth glares at the boxes with perhaps more disdain than the situation calls for.

Then again.

It is camp.

“See?” says Cecil, gesturing grandly. “The shipment just came in from my dad.”

Like a hound dog locking in on a bleeding squirrel, Annabeth’s eyes narrow. Her lips spread into wide, frankly maniacal smirk.

“Your dad is in a conference with the rest of the Olympians right now, Markowitz.”

Caught.

“Well,” Cecil says, and then nothing else.

“He meant it in the royal sense,” Lou Ellen pipes up in his silence. Cecil nods frantically. “You know, ‘just’ as in, like, recently, as in this morning —”

“Do you three think I’m stupid.”

“It’s just medical supplies! You can look through them if you want —”

Even if they weren’t acting like criminals, Nico knows his friends. He knows his boyfriend, especially, and recognises that damn look on his face. He can also physically see Annabeth’s stress ulcer coming back.

Closing his eyes, Nico fades into Cabin Six’s shadow. It’s a quick jump, so the stretch is easy, and the darkness bows easily to his hold. He reappears silently behind the group, taking advantage of the setting sun, and darts out to grip Lou Ellen’s arm.

“Boo,” he whispers.

She shrieks at the top of her lungs, jumping three clean feet in the air. Coincidently, the boxes of medical supplies flicker, turning into a truly baffling amount of instant mashed potato boxes.

“I knew it!” Annabeth shouts.

On cue, all three doofuses turn to Nico, jeering and complaining about ‘ruining the fun’. Nico’s glare is ineffective on Doofus #1, but the other two can be cowed. He focuses on channelling the flames of hell to reflect in his eyes like his father showed him until they look away, muttering at the ground.

“We still don’t have any illicit substances,” Will insists, glaring right back. Nico sticks out his tongue. He crosses his eyes like a four year old. How immature, honestly. “So we’re just gonna take our stuff and —”

“Absolutely not, Golden Boy. Put that hand away.”

Wisely, Will draws slowly back from the boxes, tucking his hands in his pocket.

Annabeth stares, hard, at the three of them, flicking her dark eyes from the potatoes and back. The tips of her worn-out converse tap slowly on the packed grass, tip-tap-tip-tap, as they all squirm.

Understanding dawns on her quickly.

“It’s supposed to rain tomorrow, for the strawberry plants.”

They squirm harder.

“Oh, you godsdamn bitches.”

“It would’ve been really funny,” Cecil mumbles, staring at the ground. “Rain making the ground turn into a sea of mashed potatoes. Like Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs.”

“The only meatballs around here are the ones clogging up your skull!” Annabeth shouts, which doesn’t quite make sense but sounds clever coming from her anyway. “Who was gonna clean that up, huh? Magic?”

“I mean, probably,” Lou Ellen says, promptly shutting up at Annabeth’s glare.

“And you, Will! I cannot believe! Where is that responsibility you’re known for, huh?”

Will pouts. “I can be responsible and do fun things.”

“Fun, he says. I’m going to fucking kill you, how’s that for fun. The one day I’m left in charge, I cannot believe —”

“If it helps, it’s less about you and more about April Fools being tomorrow,” Cecil interjects tentatively. “Like, we were going to do this whether or not Chiron left.”

Annabeth glares darkly. “Of fucking course you were. It’s always you three, I swear to the gods. I should have known.”

“It’s honestly kind of embarrassing for you guys,” Nico adds. He smiles smugly at them, relishing in their rolled eyes and mocking hands. “Like, everyone expected this. You did this to yourselves, honestly.”

“Boo, you jag,” Lou Ellen protests. The other two knuckleheads joint in the booing, Will taking it an extra stop forward and blowing a raspberry, both thumbs pointing down. Nico responds with a wide grin and two middle fingers.

“Enough,” Annabeth says, rubbing her temples. “Extra chores, all three of you. Go help the cleaning harpies until sundown. And not another peep of complaint or I’ll have you on chores tomorrow, too.”

Without another glance at them, she turns around and walks away, muttering at least you caught it early at least you caught it early at least you caught it early over and over to herself.

“Pretty sure you guys have physical labour to do,” Nico says brightly when she disappears into the Big House. “I’d get started on that, if I were you.”

“Butthead,” Cecil mutters.

“Kiss-ass,” Lou Ellen agrees, making a face.

“Traitor,” Will whispers, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he walks past.

Nico watches them go, standing guard over the boxes in case they try to come back for them.

He can’t help but think that they all look a little too jovial for having their plans ruined before they even started.

———

“Is he still looking?”

“No.”

“Okay, Phase Three, let’s go let’s go let’s go —”

———

Every time Nico wakes with the sun, he sets aside twenty minutes of his morning routine to curse Apollo, his father, Apollo again, Phanes, and Prometheus. In that order.

He does like the bonus of getting breakfast. Usually he sleeps through it and has to hope Will saved him coffee cake, which he does, every time, because he wants to bribe his way into Nico’s affections. But there is something to be said about camp coffee cake when it is still warm, crumbly on the top and soft on the inside. It is a rare and occasionally worth-it treat, and on his bleary walk to the dining pavilion, Nico tries to keep this in the forefront of his mind. Fresh coffee cake. Fresh coffee. Fresh fruit. And Will, probably, not that seeing him is worth getting up early or anything. (So what that he gets all excited and energetic when he sees Nico up in the morning. If anything it’s embarrassing for him.)

For once, he’s actually early enough that there are very few people already at breakfast. He sees most of the Athena kids, still half-asleep over their mugs, and pretty much every camper under the age of eleven. A few head counsellors, too, watching out for the little ones or catching up on a rare moment of quiet. Nico makes a beeline for the breakfast spread, cutting a slice of coffee cake to leave on the platter and putting the rest of it on his plate. He puts a single strawberry in the middle of it so no one can accuse him of being unhealthy, then ambles over to the Apollo table.

“Neeks? Where’re you going?”

Nico pauses. He shifts his plate to one hand, rubbing at his bleary eyes. He looks at the Apollo table. He counts one, two, three heads — Kayla, Austin, and…Cecil?

“Nico? You good, babes?”

He turns, slowly, to face the voice. Picking at a plate full of pineapple, next to Reika Onason, Lou Ellen's sister, is Will.

“I know mornings are hard for you, but you’re meant to eat at your table,” he teases. “Come sit, doofus. Unless you’re taking advantage of Chiron’s absence to make friends elsewhere, I guess, but it seems unlike you.”

“You’re — what’re you — what?“ Nico says dumbly, struggling to reconcile the imagine in front of him.

For some reason, Will is eating his breakfast at the Hecate table.

And that is not all.

For some reason, his camp shirt does not say head medic. For some reason, he is wearing black jeans. For some reason, dozens of Celestial bronze rings adorn his fingers, carved with sigils. For some reason, his hair is clipped back, and there is black eyeliner around his bright blue eyes, and his nails are painted darker than Nico’s, and he is sitting at the Hecate table.

“What are you doing?”

“Having…breakfast,” Will says slowly. His lips turn down in concern. “Nico, are you okay?”

“I’m fine! It’s — you’re the one acting weird!”

Will and Reika exchange a look.

“Maybe you should go see Cecil,” Will suggests carefully. “Did you sleep okay last night? Maybe you hit your head —”

Nico looks desperately back at the Apollo table. They watch him strangely now, too, and after a second Cecil gets up from his — Will’s — seat, and walks over.

“Everything okay?” he asks, impish expression almost serious. “You look pale, Nico.”

“I’m worried,” Will says. “He’s acting — confused, Cece, maybe there’s a —”

“I’m not confused,” Nico scowls. “You two are — doing something.” He gestures vaguely between them. “As revenge for yesterday.”

Will snorts. “What, the potatoes? Don’t let Lou hear you discredit her like that. If you think she’d plan some revenge prank on you this early, you don’t know her at all.”

Nico’s head starts to hurt. He sets down his plate, rubbing his temples. Why would Lou Ellen be so bothered by that? Why isn’t she here, with her sister? What the hell is going on?

“Both of you — cut it out. Whatever dumbass prank you’re pulling is just stupid.”

“Did I hear something about a prank?” Bounding over from the camp store, arms laden with contraband junk food, is Lou Ellen, smiling brightly. “Whatever it is, I want in!”

“Oh, thank the gods, you’re back.” Will makes grabby hands at the pile. She tosses him a pack of twizzlers off the top, rolling her eyes as he tears into like he didn’t just polish off two and a half entire pineapples and three bowls of oatmeal. “I was going through withdrawal.”

“I’m not helping you when your stomach cramps up,” Cecil promises, snorting. His eyes follow the candy ropes in their harried journey towards Will's gaping maw. “You can sit in your misery.”

“Bleh bleh bleh.”

Nico narrows his eyes at them. Clearly, they’re all in on this — bit, or whatever it is. It’s a little too coordinated to be a quickly-planned revenge prank. They must have had a backup to the potatoes, although a pretty weak one. Unless they somehow managed to bribe the entire camp into agreeing to act along with their dumbassery, and Nico knows none of them can come even close to affording that, then all it takes is one person on Nico’s side before their little ruse is broken.

“It’s too early for this,” Nico says, interrupting their bickering. He picks up his breakfast and trudges off to his actual table, ignoring Will’s pouting. He has to brush the dust off the bench, but it’s worth it to avoid whatever headache the three of them will inevitably give him.

Coffee cake, save him.

———

“It’s not looking good, Katara —”

“I actually like that one.”

“— he’s totally onto us.”

“Just stick to the plan. Power onto Phase Four.”

———

To Nico's great satisfaction, many other people do double takes as they walk into breakfast.

As the Athena table, minus Annabeth, who is likely putting out a literal or metaphorical fire somewhere, wakes up, they start to notice the strange seating situation. It starts with Malcolm, who stares at Cecil in a lab coat with the same expression Nico has seen him wear when attempting to solve the Hodge conjecture. He leans over to murmur something in his brother’s ear, and then all seven of them are looking between the Hecate, Apollo, and mostly-empty Hermes tables with suspicious frowns and furrowed brows.

Nico catches Will’s eye, smirking.

Game’s up, he mouths. Will only shrugs innocently at him.

It’s Annabeth who finally puts a stop to the nonsense, striding in at the tail end of the rest of the slowly-waking crowd. She has grass in her hair and murder in her eyes.

Excellent.

“I swear to the gods, I just dealt with you three,” she snaps, raising her voice so they all can hear her. Coincidentally, it attracts the attention of every other nosy person at camp, which is everybody. “Just ‘cause Chiron’s not here doesn’t mean the rules go out the window. Back to your tables, let’s move.”

“We’re at our tables,” Cecil protests. “Why do people keep saying that?”

Annabeth takes a very deep, very long breath. She has a whole day of this, too. How unfortunate for her.

“Maybe because you are full of shit, Markowitz. Go sit with the rest of you troublemakers.”

Kayla clears her throat. “Annabeth, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Her thin eyebrows are drawn tightly together, lips turned down into a frown. “Cecil is exactly where he’s supposed to be.”

That gives her pause.

That gives a lot of people pause. Nico sets down his coffee cake.

“Cecil’s at the Apollo table,” Annabeth says slowly.

Kayla meets her gaze, face creased in concern. “...Yeah, I know.”

“Cecil is a Hermes kid, Kayla.”

She snorts. “Yeah, sometimes I think so, too. But as much as I would absolutely love to trade my brother —”

“Hey!”

“He’s a healer, Annabeth. He got claimed and everything.”

“I don’t have time for this,” Annabeth says, dragging her hand down her face. “Kayla, I don’t know what they paid you —”

“Oh, for goodness’ sake.” With a clatter of plates, Will clambers on the table, clapping his hands. “Your attention please, everyone!”

Without so much as a pause, Will claps his hands together. Immediately, a ball of green light expands from them, flashing almost too bright to look at. Nico watches, slack jawed, as he tosses it into the air, making it explode into a thousand little sparkles, descending gently over everyone’s heads. The little kids laugh in delight, reaching for them like they’re bubbles.

“Does that settle things?” he demands.

Silence rings for one, two, three seconds.

The camp erupts.

Dozens of voices overlap, all shouting over each other at once. Hands gesture wildly at Will, at Cecil, at Lou — trying to piece things together. Will is their head medic — isn’t he? Then why is Cecil wearing scrubs? And why is Lou chilling at the Hermes’ table, chatting with Julia over a bowl of cereal? Something isn’t right.

“Just — everybody quiet!”

It takes a minute, but everyone settles down, sitting back in their seats and fidgeting, looking around with half-confused, half-amused smiles. Like they’re laughing at a joke they’re half convinced is real.

“Who thinks this —” Annabeth makes some vaguely indicative movement at Will, Lou, and Cecil — “is weird? Raise your hand.”

Almost all hands go up. Only a handful stay down — Will, Lou Ellen, and Cecil, of course, but the entirety of the Hermes cabin stays oddly silent, as do Kayla, Austin, Reika, and, shockingly, Clovis.

“Stoll,” Nico demands before Annabeth gets the chance, “you’re buying this?”

“Buying what?” Connor says after a moment. He shrugs, eyes twinkling in amusement. “I’m just chillin’ with my sister, Nico. Cecil is great, but he hasn’t been in our cabin since he got claimed.”

The rest of the Hermes kids nod in agreement. Whispers filter through the tables — first Kayla, now all the Hermes kids?

“If I may,” interjects Clovis, yawning. “There’s an…energy, around.”

“Gods, yeah, I was feeling it too,” Will agrees frantically. “Almost a…blanket, of some kind. Something heavy and stifling.”

Malcolm looks over with interest. “You think we got cursed, or something? The whole camp?”

Will shrugs. “Maybe? Can’t think of any other reason you guys are remembering things weird.”

“It could be a god’s interference,” Nyssa suggests, raising her voice to be heard from the Hephaestus table. “I mean, that’s what happened to Jason and Leo and Piper, right? Their memories got fudged.”

“Yeah, but camp-wide…”

“Could still be possible.”

“There’s no way! They’re fucking with us, come on —”

It doesn’t take long for the arguing to start up again. This time, though, more people looked spooked — more people look to the dumbass trio themselves, eyes wide like they’re looking at ghosts.

Like they’re believing this shit.

Nico scowls, shoving away from his table and stomping over to his boyfriend.

“You are so full of shit I can smell you from across the room,” he says, raising his voice to be heard over the noise.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” He wiggles his fingers in Nico’s direction. They spark with the same green light. “Want me to switch your eyes and ears again?”

That sounds horrifying. “Try it and die.”

“Alright, grouchy.” He holds his hands up, stepping back from Nico’s glare. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

Alarm bells go off in Nico’s head. This is more than just strange, it’s wrong. And not just ‘cause he looks different — so what if he looks different. Will could shave his head bald and tattoo himself purple, Nico wouldn’t care.

But his aura.

The essence of Will, that Nico has grown so used to be stopped noticing. The quiet, warmth strength, the feeling of a soft breeze in the summer, of walking past a window in the late afternoon, of smokey August campfires and scratchy guitar, is gone. Is different, rather; almost blocked. It feels like a cloud blowing over the sun, making everything warped and off and shadowy.

Something is afoot. Something is wrong, and not just some vague, made-up spell like the Trickster Trio would have the camp believe. Something like smoke and mirrors, something shadier.

He watches Will fall into step next to Cecil, ducking away from his ruffling hand. He frowns.

If there’s one thing Nico can do, it’s wade through the shadows.

———

#can anyone guess what these dumb ass mother fuckers did.#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #solangelo #established solangelo #will solace & cecil markowitz & lou ellen blackstone #annabeth chase #nico di angelo & annabeth chase #my writing #fic #longpost

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someonehugratchet · 7 months ago

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Things I would say to TFP characters that would probably confuse them:

Optimus:

• big dumb blue bitch

• how were you a librarian yet you can’t get people to be quiet

• pulling all the hoes with that autism rizz, hey big guy?

• single dad

• Have you ever been fragged from both ends at once?

• pookie smookie bear

• magnificent blue bitch

• you’re shaped like a friend

• Is your spark secretly a cat?

Ratchet:

• Nurse Ratched

• Cuckoo

• Can you step on me but like not kill me?

• actually you can kill me

• I’m going to bite you on the face

• handsome

• Transformers can get pregnant right? Would you like me to try get you-

• Big Boy

• Pretty Boy

• I want to show you Hacksaw Ridge but I think you’ll cry and I Optimus would get mad at me

• toots

• heya sugar tits

• what would you do if I swallowed a coin

• what would you do if I throw up blood a week ago and didn’t tell anyone

Arcee:

• Sis

• Shadowheart wannabe

• “Hello Darkness My Old Friend~”

• Sonic The Hedgehog

• baddy with an addy

• I wanna chew on your legs is that weird

• girly pops

• girl you should get your nails did

Bulkhead:

• You have a squishy kind of vibe about you

• bubba

• bulky boy

• you are a sweet potato and I will not elaborate

• mean green mother from out of space!

• just a little guy

• a sweet baby

• I’m adopting you as my brother sorry about it

Wheeljack:

• slut

• sorry

• pleasure bot

• ARE YOU ITALIAN OR SPANISH I DONT KNOW?

• is being in a jet like being inside another bot to you or…?

• did you bite as a sparkling?

• have you heard of One Direction?

• they totally did break up

• …

• like the wreckers-

• pookie

• Lone Ranger behaviour

Bee:

• MY SON

• a wittle baby

• with knives

• Scout’s Honour!

• your puppy dog eyes could save the war I’m so serious right now

• bumble baby

• honey bee

• honey pie

• cutie pie

• I would commit so many war crimes for you

• starch that I will like right now don’t even test me

Smoke Screen:

• swiper no swiping

• twin~ where have you been~?

• have you considered war crimes?

• sparkly boy

• stoner screen

• vape screen

• Vapor screen

• shiny baby

• I have… another child?

• problem child

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 11 months ago

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Encanto

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Daughter!Reader

Word count: Like two okay

Notes: This is going to be 1 of 2 “child centered” fics on my blog. I will literally not be doing this again. Catch me doing Swipers “Oh man!!” Because you both technically got these requests in before I updated my rules *Hyena laughing gif* also uhhh sorry it’s unedited I don’t have my laptop 🤣🤣🤣

Eddie didn’t have time for this, he should have had extra clothes at the station but he’d forgotten to pack them the day before and everything just freaking sucked. He pulls up to the driveway, caked in mud and hops out of his truck. He’s just thankful Buck had a spare towel for his seat. The house is deadly silent, as it should be at two in the morning, he grabs a change of clothes and heads straight for the shower, he’s using his break for this

He walks out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel and peeks into Chris’s room. He comes in and covers him back up, placing a kiss on his forehead and shuts the door

He makes his way over to your room next, finishing buttoning up his new pants and tosses his towel into your hamper

“Y/N?” He focuses on your bed for a second before coming in and flipping on the lights. Your covers are tossed around, and your pillow is missing

“Y/N?” He says it a little louder, checking the hallway bathroom before coming back, his heart is racing as he yanks open your closet door to see if you took your overnight bag, maybe he forgot a sleepover!?

He almost steps on you as he turns on the light in there, you’re curled up in a little ball in the corner with your pillow tucked under you and an old blanket he’d given to you when you were a kid

“Mija?? What are you doing in here??” He gets on his knees, down to your level as you sit up and rub at your eyes

“Oh..hey dad” you mumble and he cups your face immediately, checking you over frantically

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine” you push his hands away and sit crisscross in front of him and he sighs, rubbing his hand over his face

“You can tell me anything kiddo, you know that. Have I made you feel like you can’t?”

“N-no…I know I can” you say quietly and he sits next to you, squeezing into your closet and pulling you into his lap

“Alright come on, tell your old man what happened. You haven’t done this since you were a kid”

“I had a bad dream” you hold your head in your hands and groan and he chuckles

“Alright, a bad dream. What was it about?”

“This is childish as hell” you pout and he leans back against the wall, letting his body relax

��You are a child first of all. And second of all, nothing is childish if it scares you like this. It’s okay to have feelings kiddo”

“You have so much audacity saying that to me”

“Just shut up and tell me the dream before I ground your ass” you scrunch your nose at him and he boops it

“It was about you”

“Me? Now that’s just hurtful” he pokes your sides playfully and you roll your eyes, falling against this chest

“Dad!! Be serious!”

“Alright alright I’m sorry, okay. Bad dream about me. Go.”

“You…y-you”

He rubs your back soothingly as your heart rate starts to pick up a little again

“I?”

“You got trapped… I-in a building? A-and they couldn’t get to you… you-you were-“ your voice wavers and he holds you tightly against him

“You were burned alive”

Eddie takes a minute, because truly he’s drawing the biggest blank in the entire world. It was stupid of him not to realize how much you worry about him. You’re always so on par with everything, getting to school on time, getting good grades, watching Chris.

And maybe he was accidentally ignoring the little things. The way you’d hug him just a little longer lately when he needed to drop you off somewhere, when you’d asked him to just check in with you every few hours, when he’d come home last week with a concussion from being knocked out by a belligerent civilian who’d had one too many and wouldn’t leave the literal gas filled bar

“D-do you have these dreams often?”

You shake your head, because No, you don’t honestly. But every time you had, it was always worse than the last.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner Mija?” His voice is softer now, every ounce of concern for you dripping from his words

“I-I didn’t. Ugh see! I didn’t want to worry you!! You don’t- you don’t have time for this… you don’t have time to be worried about me”

“Hey… hey no. Absolutely not, you’re my daughter. It’s in the job description hon” he chuckles as he kisses your forehead

“I’m okay. I’m here.” He cuddles you and your cheek blush in embarrassment as he squishes you

“Dad! Quit it!” You whine trying to shove him away and he hugs you even tighter

“I’ve got a whole team taking care of me… your Uncle Buck? Uncle Chimney? They’ve got my back and especially Grandpa Bobby. I will always be here for you and I will always love you okay? If you ever have another nightmare you tell me right away“

You smile softly, trying to hold back your giggles “You know he hates when you call him that”

“And it’s literally funny as hell and you know it. Now come on-“ He dumps you from his lap and you punch his leg as he gets up. He kicks at you playfully and helps you up.

“Back into bed you go” He pulls you against him, making you stand on his feet as he walks you like a robot

“Dad! I’m not a kid anymore!”

He laughs as you let him walk you back anyway and climb into bed, he covers you up and leans forward, kissing your forehead softly

“You and Chris are the reason I live, Y/N. I’m going to be okay babygirl, I promise. I’ll even start sending you snaps all day! And I’ll parental lock your phone so you can’t block me”

“Oh come on! That’s not even a thing!”

“Wanna bet?”

#words by rhys #911 x reader #eddie diaz #rhys writes #911 fox #eddie diaz x reader #911 show #Rhys requests #daughter!reader

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foxedthecards · 17 days ago

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Now to Butch's credit, between that little twinkle of merry mischief in his eyes and that gold-tooth grin, for a split second Jonas found himself honestly kind of swept up in the cowboy's enthusiastic proposal to commit larceny. Butch got to witness the redhead open his mouth with the beginnings of a frown forming across his face before his mouth abruptly closed and he tilted his head to the side almost thoughtfully.

...that weird sculpture on the table in the hallway WAS kind of ugly and he was pretty sure it was solid bronze...no fuck wait wait...

He got to his feet with a deep almost parental sigh that probably would be all too familiar to anyone who'd ever had to reign in a friend's schemings. One hand reached up and tugged Butch down by the bandanna, gently BUT very firmly so that he could be more to eye level with the cowboy. Butch's chest got a lightly reprimanding pat but Jonas still gave him a very warm and fond grin as he shook his head.

" Just uh listen to me for a sec here, ok? " he said, taking the cowboy's gloved hands in his own and swinging them gently back and forth. " First of all if you're feeling antsy I've got no problem with getting on out of here tonight and taking you somewhere fun to get all that antsiness out! But secondly uh. Listen. I gotta y'know. Be professional about things since I'm trying to break big in the Vegas magic scene. If the people employing me for these performances caught wind of me pulling a five-finger discount with any of their shit in this swanky place, I'd be blacklisted for life. Nobody'd hire me ever again! Besides which I promise they're paying me plenty good money anyways and it's gonna be for a year. Longest I've ever been consistently employed. It's pretty exciting..."

He paused and turned his head gazing beyond where they were, out across the terrace, taking in that spectacular view. His eyes reflected the bright neon glow of Vegas in their soft brown depths.

" And y'know having steady money like that, that'll be good for the folks that I uhm that I care a whole fuckin' lot about. Like you. I could buy you all the jalapeño cheese you could eat, Butch! "

He turned back to look at Butch with his eyes all squinched up with real affection. " And absolutely treat you like you ought to be treated, like a goddamn king huh? Take you to really fancy places, rooftop bars and exclusive restaurants with expensive imported liquor and steaks as big as your head and fancy as shit cocktails. I mean I really think I gotta make it up to you anyways after that...the...at the y'know...when-when we...uhm..."

An involuntary tremble suddenly twitched the corner of Jonas's mouth. His cheerful expression started to waver. He quickly took one hand out of Butch's to give the bridge of his nose a quick pinch as he blinked.

" I mean ahah...god uh. Sorry, sorry. Think I must be more tired than I thought? Fghk.." he remarked. " But. Yeah there's amazing places around Vegas I still want to show you and I'd uh rather be earning the money to spoil you like that the regular old boring way eheh. "

He rubbed the side of his face with a sheepish grin. " Even...if it IS just a bit tempting to maybe look the other way god knows that painting hanging out in the foyer makes my eyes smart to look at...But-but don't ok? Don't. " He did his best to make his voice sound a little sterner as his finger poked Butch insistently.

" Ah well, " Jonas looked a bit embarrassed as he made a dismissive gesture. " I dunno you could uh call all this mine. I'm literally living in a hotel... it's all temporary until my residencey is done. Then it'll be somewhere else they want to put me up in I guess. Who knows. "

He pushed his untouched plate off to the side and got up, giving Butch a pat on the shoulder as he moved past him " But yeah c'mon. I'll give you the ten cent tour I guess! "

He waved at their surroundings as he walked. " Fancy ass terrace for I dunno throwing parties to entertain rich snots or something! The view's really pretty though and there's even a little uh private...I dunno what you call this? The entertainment pit or something? Hey watch this... " He stepped down in a sheltered cozy sitting area with a low table at the center and grabbed up a controller. Clicking it made a TV screen slowly descend and come on.

" My sleep's been like uh...non-existent lately so I've sometimes come out here on nice nights and watched movies, " he commented as he plopped down on one of the nearest couches and looked up at Butch with a little smile. " They've got some classic Western movies on here. You'd probably enjoy them! " A decided lack of sleep sure was showing in those weary eyes.

#butch #jonas copperhart #((swiper no swiping lol))#((he ALMOST got him though just for a second))#((sorry if it got a little lengthy too can't trim it I'm on mobile blerk))#((butch you have no idea of the power of that big old grin of yours lol))

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dont tell me u saw that fucking aspd c!Tommy analysis and the post where they called him a sociopath too because I've been pissed about that take for months now. I get that c!Tommy struggles with empathy at times or at least struggles showing it but he does not lack empathy entirely

THE POST SUCKS SO FUCKING ASS, its clear the OP has some fucking weird bias againts ctommy and lacks basic media literacyyy honestly i would usually just go "smh stupid take i bet this person love twink sexy cdream" and mind my day. But if you fucking put a constantly demonized personality disorder on the line for your stupid analysis im fucking pissed as fuck.

AND YESS c!Tommy literally has empathy ITS SO DOGSHIT the post literally DISREGARD, take MANY CONTEXT OUT OF EVERYTHING for the sake to make c!tommy look like someone devoid of humanity, aka booo scary pshycopath! boo!

Also i swear to god c!drm apologist be also inputting every goddamn boring lore that i do not know of, like god man ok sorry i didnt know ctommy farted on badboyhalo that procceed to fucking kill his yearly annual crops, have you considered that maybe theres a reason why people do not acknowlege those stupid lore that mainly just consist hinjinks and pranks because most if not its just him being a swiper the fox villainy on ctommy parts or its literally just miscallenous stream.

c!drm apologist continously being delusional over their faves being this anti-hero that want to save the server will always be funny because c!drm as a character is also as delusional as them.

#ignorelist #c!tommy #tw dsmp #dream smp #tw people stuck in 2021 that thinks its quirky to make 'revolutionary take' about a problem that mirrors real world issue #my reaction to that fucking post was a let out of fucking EWWW cause it REEKS #IF YOU SEE THIS DO NOT EVER TALK ABOUT C!TOMMY AND PERSONALITY DISORDER IN THE SAME BREATH EVER AGAIN

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Just went on deep dive on TikTok and the way some creators make fun of Lucien there is so funny yet sad. I thought we were all obsessed with him but I guess not😭😭😂😂

They be like I would choose Azriel too, or comparing him to mad eye characters or saying he resembles the swiper no swipee from Dora it’s actually funny, can’t lie I laughed at a few👀😭

But listen all I have to say is only the hot girlies understand how hot Lucien is. Sorry not sorry. The girlies that get it get.

I just think certain people in the fandom are going to be in for a HUUUUUGE shock when everything they've said and thought about Lucien turns out to be wrong. Sarah is on record saying he's one of her favorites, that Jamie Frasier inspired him (she even thanked Sam Heughan in her acknowledgements), she wrote into the book how broad and warm and strong and handsome he is, how elegant his looks are. She didn't even have just the women commenting on his looks, she had the men doing the same. So they can insult him all they want, clearly they need it to feel better in order to reassure themselves that Elucien won't happen, but they're not going to be able to hold on to that reassurance for much longer.

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra

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loveyou3000mylove · 1 year ago

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'Hear Me Out'

Miles42! Bold

(You have a crush on the Prowler...Miles finds you interesting, you have an awkward run-in with Prowler)

In the cafeteria

"Okay but the Prowler" Niya said pointing at me, I flush, "The Prowler isn't a 'hear me out' if no one wants him" Jordan says as she fixes her shirt, giving Niya a pointed look that screams 'I dare you'.

Niya dares "Not true....Y/n here-" I cut her off "Hell no, how did we get here?!", "We got here, when you told us Mei's lockscreen was Swiper(DtE), then we started talking about 'hear me outs'" Nicc, explains as he breaks his forth plastic spoon,"....oh" i mutter, "Y/n has a crush on the Prowler!" Niya says a little too loudly, quieting the cafeteria, murmurs and whispers of "Thats's weird", "Who's Y/n?", "Freak". I glare at Niya, "Sorry", she squeaks, I get up, grab my bag, and leave the cafeteria, Nicc sighs softly "Give her till 7th period".

I did not come around.

"Y/n! Wait" Niya begged, Nicc and Jordan trailing her, "I can drive you home" she offers, I finally turn around, "I got a ride" I tell her with a strained smile, "Look...I'll text you all when i get home, bye" i finish, walking down the many steps when i see my brothers', Heide, car.

"Hola" he saluts me, "hey Heid" I climb in shotgun after moving the stuff on the seat, "Home?", "My Home, Heid", he nods pulling onto the road, "You should visit more, Papa misses his Bebe", he says with his eyes on the road, "Tell him his 'bebe' is almost 18 and wants a boyfriend" I say, sarcasticly.

"BYE!" Heide screams from his car as i apporach the appartment door, "Bye, H" i shout back and enter as i hear his engine start, 'I will visit' I think as i get my keys and open my door, 'someday soon'.

I throw my bag on the floor, "Honey, wheres my supersuit", I mumble, walking into the kitchen to make dinner, "Hmm, I have leftover lasgna that mom gave me? but that cheese is going to get bad soon...I'll just grate the cheese over the lasgna and bake it till it melts", I plan out my meal, placing the tray in the oven and setting a timer, walking out of the kitchen to get my bag from the doorway and head to my room.

My apartments way bigger than it should be, figures, giving my family.

My room is full of artic monkeys posters, and a singlular Prowler poster in a corner, hidden almost, tossing my bag on the bean bag, i plop onto the bed and open my phone, I stare at the group Icon for 'That one group', 'fuck it', I click it open and shoot a quick, 'Am home, Heide said hi' and close the app, opening Tiktok.

About 10 minutes later, the timer goes off, making me hop off the bed and shoot to the kitchen. I gently take out the tray from the oven and the smell wafts the air, 'best part about living alone', I don't even take a plate, just a fork and dive in, it hardly took me 10 minutes to finish, I place the dish in the sink and make my way back to bed, to write my homework.

I just had Spanish and English today so I finished at 9:46, and decided to sit by the window with a book.

Crrk~!

Claws or something, scratched the window harshly, 'huh?', I got the window open and let the cold air hit my exposed shoulders of my f/c wife-beater, 'this is such a bad idea' I think climbing out the window and following whatever it was that climbed to the roof.

"Why are you following me?" as soon as i get to the roof, am pinned against the wall with a claw raised dangerously close to my neck, "Your the Prowler" I mutter breathlessly, from the wind getting knocked from me (or some fucked up excitment).

"No shit, nina/nino"

ΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨ

(This might actually become a Fic)

Part two is almost finished

Writers block is annoying and i need requests

xoxo,

Bee

#atsv #atsv lyla #miles morales x reader #angst #toxic parents #miles42 #miles x reader #miles morales x you #miles g morales #Miles42!#Spanish #Mean Miles Morales #Gwen Stacy - Freeform #No MJ #Rio morales #Aaron Davis

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hwashotcheeto · 1 year ago

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RedFox!Wooyoung, a mischievous little shit. He'd probably be stealing from you and you decide to steal something from him 👀👀👀(up to your interpretation) 🎀

Okay Swiper-

No but honestly, he'd be such a little shit and I love it.

He'd constantly steal your shit to make you come after him. But the best punishment for attention seeking Wooyoung is to not do anything at all.

So then he steals your phone, and you're spending hours looking for it, frantically flipping the place upside down because it seems to have disappeared.

Until Wooyoung bursts into a fit of giggles as he's holding it, his big fluffy tail wagging behind him.

So you decide to get him back by edging the little brat. Stealing his climax away every time he gets close.

Tying him down to the bed, having him stripped down, teasing his cock, making him cry his pretty eyes out. All the cute and sweet whimpers, the little fox yips when he gets close, aaaaaa

The way his ears would go down when you stop right before he comes, his tail twitching underneath him.

He doesn't know how long it's been, it could've been years, but it was agony for him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I won't do it again! Please, let me come!"

But come on: You're in too deep, you're not gonna stop now.

#ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez smut #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #wooyoung smut #ateez hybrids

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heathensimmer · 2 months ago

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Roaring Heights 3T2 .... Thieves and Artisans

Really fun session ahead. Long though, sorry!

45 Beach Dr.

This beautiful home (yes, I am going to flex bc I built this from scratch. It's recreated from the home in Sims 3) is on Beach Dr. - a mostly commercial strip of bars, a theater, and various cafes.

Francisco Battista lives here. Because of his darker skin tone, features from Sims 3 etc. and his name, I feel like he may have come to Roaring Heights from Old Country, possibly Tartosa or a "Spanish" themed EA creation. Searching for something ... let's get to know him.

I did make one mistake - see if you can spot the wall that I left unpainted lol

His house is really cool. He has this loft-like space on the roof. It's where he assumedly gets away to paint (he's an artist)

3rd floor

Random twin beds (hey, I recreated it faithfully from Sims 3) and another artist's room.

Hello, Francisco!

This is Francisco Battista. Iconic name. But his 3t2 traits? Not so iconic!!

OOF. Artistic, Technophobe, Kleptomaniac, Loves the Outdoors, and Neurotic.

This is actually literally perfect and actually iconic. And yes, Kleptomaniac is not the best description of someone who steals. But come on, I mean, the term in this world seems to imply that these are Sims who have a severe problem with self-control, not anyone who steals out of need.

So break from reality and enter nonsense land with me, alright?

But if you want to change it to "Swiper", there are ways!!

I can test the Neurotic and Technophobe mods I have been fiddling with.

With these traits, I made Francisco a Knowledge/Fortune Sim.

I made him primarily Knowledge despite being a Kleptomaniac because his Lifetime Want is to Paint a 1,000$ Masterpiece from Lamare's 50 New Lifetime Wants on Mod the Sims.

The way that I play does incorporate Aspiration Benefits because with 3t2 trait mods, certain Sims are able to do the benefit without actually having the benefit (natural cooks can automatically cook Comfort Soup for example)

I also make them much less cheat-y because I keep traits in mind, thus, not every Sim gets every aspiration benefit! Therefore, every Sim's aspiration benefits board will look different, which I think is cool.

For example, when thinking about who Francisco is ... he's Neurotic. So, I am not giving him the "Less Social and Less Comfort" benefit (bottom left)

I AM going to give him "Skilled Negotiator" (leftmost column, third row) because he clearly scored this beautiful home and he is a Kleptomaniac, after all, even though he has only 4,500 Simoleons. Maybe he had lots of moolah, but furnishing the house dipped his funds severely.

He is also Creativity level 10!! And of course, has the Arts hobby as his predestined hobby.

His wants include the want to get a job in the Criminal career, which is perfect. He can do the painting on the side.

Bla, bla, bla, boring morning, Francisco made some tea but as his social need got low, I decided to take him to the "Community Art Gallery" a lot recreated from Sims 3 Roaring Heights. Also on Beach Dr. basically a short walk from Francisco's house.

Bonnie Davis decided to greet him. She is the ‘Bonnie’ from Bonnie and Clyde, another way that EA referenced the early 20th century in Roaring Heights Sims 3.

Let's pickpocket her! Francisco has a want to earn 100 Simoleons.

Marvelous. AND there are no witnesses.

32 SIMOLEONS??

Francisco, that's all you managed to find on Bonnie ... Bonnie from Bonnie and Clyde? Give me a break. And of course, his eyes are closed for the picture. Already can't stand him!!

Or maybe I should be infuriated by Bonnie who only carries around 32 Simoleons with her in cash.

But I'm in character so ... Francisco is disgusted by Bonnie's lack of Simoleons.

Kay, well since your useless self, Bonnie, is going to now gawk at that hideous sculpture, I am going to go take a piss.

Omg, Alma Hitchcock is here! Hello, queen! How's your husband? She may have plenty of money for Francisco to pickpocket, but she decided to head up to the bar on the second floor.

Ok, what is this custom maid that I managed to clone from a randomly created maid doing here?

I think I screwed the pooch by moving her into a house with SimBlender so I could fix her face LOL

There is no way to move her back out I think even if I make her unselectable! For all I know, she turned from a maid into a townie. Ugh. SimPE here I come. For now, I am banning her ass with Visitor Controller.

Well, that doesn't work, so I am teleporting her ass off the lot with SimBlender XD

Bye honeyyyyyyy

Well, I sent Francisco upstairs and Alma has left. It's literally only Broke Bonnie.

Ok, Francisco autonomously decided to pickpocket this teenage girl.

WOW.

And of all the things to accompany this assault on her family's finances, a Good Witch has arrived and is casting rays of sunlight.

LOL he got the want to earn 100 Simoleons. Score! She's rich! At least richer than Broke Bonnie! And now this man is basking in the Good Witch's sunlight! OMG he is literally so Evil! He's basking in the afterglow of robbing poor Frances Picard! (You can also spot her in my post of my Homework mod XD)

I took Francisco outside, down the stairs and out to the front and I guess I wasn't paying attention to just how many Sims have now decided to show up on this lot. Literally everyone and their mother is here now, including the NPC pickpocket.

And I banned all hobbies except for Arts and Film/Lit. with visitor Controller but you see, I didn't take into account that LOTS of Sims in Roaring Heights love Art AND Film and Literature.

And what in the HELL are you doing? This is the poor person's Art gallery. Try the Downtown Museum you psycho!

And because Mother EA doesn't let us have any fun, Francisco can't even pickpocket the pickpocket!

HA Well a Victim has been chosen, and it's none other than Daddy Warbucks. I mean, Unsavory Charlatan, that was a super smart move I take back everything!

Lol, and then four random Sims just idly having conversations not noticing the mugging.

Another thing that I love to do is (when I am on a community lot) make townie Sims or currently unplayable Sims selectable when I feel the moment calls for it.

And *ahem* Olivier Harbucks ... NOT Daddy Warbucks ... just got pickpocketed. And he even has a memory of it already!

Who knows what Francisco is doing, but since I don't feel like Daddy Warbucks would fight the pickpocket, I am going to have him "Report Foul Play" at the phone. Yes, if any Sim is pickpocketed while your selected Sim is on the same community lot, your Sim can Report Foul Play at the phone and the Unsavory Charlatan will leave and won't show up at that same lot for a few days, I think.

Oh my, what is happening here? This is a perfect development. An argument/altercation is starting and Francisco wants to win a fight. Apparently, Frances Picard and Grumpo Marks (clearly parody of Groucho) are fighting!

Makes total sense. All of the Marks brothers in Roaring Heights are super playful. Frances is a serious Bookworm.

Hey! Why don't you pick on someone else? Like me! I am looking for a scrap!

Oh and now Grumpo Marks is autonomously nagging us. Great. This is because Grumpo, unsurprisingly, has the Grumpy trait. THIS trait mod unlocks the "Nag" social interaction for Grumpy Sims.

And check out the thought bubble!! It is an icon for the "Work" topic and it has a X over it...

Is Grumpo nagging Francisco because he hasn't found a job yet?

Oh it is ON!

Virginia Supine, I did NOT see you as the type to cheer on a public fight.

Well that was a disaster but Francisco is GOLD because he won the fight with Grumpo! And now he has rolled a want to win ANOTHER fight, but this time with specifically Grumpo LOL

And I also want to show you guys how I handle the Sims 2 trademark issue of time not changing on your home lot. At the art gallery, it was almost 6 pm but clearly, Francisco has arrived home and its still early afternoon/morning. Let's fix that!

Lemme show you a great cheat.

It's the "Set Hour" cheat.

No need for Community Time. No need for Time Sync. No need for anything like that that affects global time.

I just "Set Hour" and the time changes to 5 pm! Magically! now the timing makes sense and I won't be playing Francisco extra hours. That feels cheaty and nonsensical to me.

I also use Merola's Time Control Clock. Yes, you do have to place it on every lot but the ability to manipulate the speed of time flow whenever want is worth it.

HAPPY SIMMING!

For now, Francisco revels in the glory of a successful pickpocket.

How have you played with the Pickpocket mods by @earlypleasantview ?

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