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Five headcannons you have about Phone Guy ?

yayyyyy thank you so much for the ask this is the first time i've been asked about him !!! this ended up a bit long because i wanted to fit in all my important phone guy lore because i've never gotten the opportunity to talk about him

i apologize if this is a bit all over the place and hard to read i'm not good at putting my thoughts into words

also i might reblog with more if i think of anything big i missed

he drinks way too much coffee. he needs to stay awake and alert all the time so he can continue to be productive despite his inconsistent sleep schedule (he gets nightmares which get more and more frequent over time) (and he is also being overworked which is not a good combo) (he doesn't remember the last time he's had a day off) so he uses the caffeine as a way to make up for that. plus he also just genuinely likes how coffee tastes. he also used to smoke but he stopped when his ex wife (marilyn) was pregnant with fritz, so he at least got over that one (if i didn't mention it yet he is fritz's dad btw). caffeine is the only addiction that he still actively struggles with by the time he dies.

he has a confusing relationship with his gender. i think in the normal fnaf timeline he unfortunately dies an egg and never gets the chance to think about it fully but in any au where he lives past that and learns that being trans is a thing he would proceed to have a gender crisis. (fun fact in the au i made specifically for selfshipping daydream lore he is working that out in real time) (i am supporting him every step of the way :) ) he is questioning and he has no idea how he identifies at the moment but that guy is not a man. he does still have a trans pin in the normal fnaf timeline but he doesn't actually know what it means. he found it while cleaning the ballpit one day and decided to keep it because it was kinda neat. he IS trans but he doesn't know it yet. i generally still refer to him with he/him since those are the only pronouns he ever used but depending on the au i think eventually he might experiment with other pronouns in the future. change is scary though so it would definitely take him awhile to get to that point. especially since he's been repressing his emotions for so long. (EDIT: she is now using he/she pronouns :3)

i've touched on this one before but he was working the day his son was murdered. he brought fritz to work with him thinking he could multitask but phone got caught up with work and wasn't paying enough attention to notice fritz getting lured to the back room. he didn't notice his son was missing until it was too late. he absolutely blames himself for it and it eats him up inside. he goes through a messy divorce shortly after since marilyn blames him too. poor phone guy has no one left except his bosses. at least they always cared about him right? they saw his potential when no one else did and he was their best employee. except no they didn't. william was actively manipulating him to do his bidding and henry just didn't care about him at all. poor phone guy. but he still puts on a happy face and pretends everything is fine until he can't anymore. he also blames himself for the other missing children because he was too far in denial and desperately wanted to believe that it wasn't what it looked like so he didn't do anything to stop it when other kids started disappearing. he knew what was happening he just couldn't bring himself to accept it. and then it was too late. he hates himself for that.

he's helped william hide bodies. not the missing children obviously, but whenever other employees happen to know a little too much and they turn up dead in the morning, someone's gotta clean it up. he's had to sweep so much under the rug. it's horrible but phone guy can't say anything or else it will all get pinned on him. phone guy getting framed for murder wouldn't help the situation much either. maybe it was the cowards way out to give in to the blackmail but he was put in a horrible situation and made the choice he had to to get out of it. he helped dispose bodies of his coworkers. it doesn't help that he trusted william and looked up to him for so long. he was one of the only people to ever say he was proud of him. and look where he ended up.

i can't decide on another singular hc to write an entire paragraph on so here's a bunch of small ones instead:

he dabbled in theatre in highschool. he wasn't a dedicated theatre kid or anything and definitely didn't continue after graduating but he did good

he has a beautiful singing voice. he'll get embarrassed if you overhear him though

he witnessed both bites, and sees 87 as his own fault since jeremy was following the instructions phone gave him

he's a breakfast enjoyer :)

he was born in 1957 and died at the age of 36 . fritz was conceived when he was 21

similar to his gender, his sexuality is also a mystery. he's probably ace but as for romantic orientation who knows

he likes to read. it's one of the only hobbies he has time for

he likes sci-fi and is a fan of star trek

he idly hums while he works

when he was a kid his parents had very high expectations for him and expected him to do something big with his life. they weren't bad parents but they weren't the best either. they were very strict with him especially when it came to school. (gifted kid burnout weeeoo)

he has a little sister (phone dude's mom) however he doesn't really have any contact with her or anyone else in his family at the time of fnaf as they moved away from utah and he did not follow them.

i love all the phone biology hcs mentioned in @ask-the-phone (sorry if you didn't want to be tagged lmk i can remove it) so those apply to my phone guy as well. (he molts periodically, his mouth is on the receiver, esophagus cord, ect.)

gives the best hugs

touch starved and very easily flattered

//⚠️cw attempted suicide for the next couple //

this is a dark one but he went into fnaf one knowing full well he was going die, and to an extent hoping for it. this is when he was at his absolute lowest. he was never going to get through that week. i think if for whatever reason the animatronics didn't kill him he would've finished the job himself. he's scared of death but he couldn't imagine a future for himself and didn't think he even deserved one. fnaf 1 was an act of suicide. despite this he still tries to leave helpful reassuring messages for mike to help him survive the week, even up until his last moments.

he tried to take his own life after the bite of 87. maybe also after the divorce too. it didn't work and he just had to go back to work afterward and pretend he was okay. he was not.

[ok back to the other hcs]

fritz always used to put stickers on phone's face. he continues to wear the stickers to remember him

while his head is phone shaped it's entirely biological. it's essentially like a bug exoskeleton. he was born like that and it's not questioned because that's a completely normal way for people to look. sometimes people are just phones

his head is also functional as a phone though. don't ask me how

he purrs when he's comfy.

in the movie universe he is alive and well and living a life outside of freddy's. he worked there briefly and recorded some tapes and then left before it all went wrong. i guess in this au his bosses never really saw him as anything special this time. his son still dies and he probably still gets divorced but phone is able to move on and heal and live his own life. good for him.

i think if phone guy didn't work at freddy's he would've made a good teacher

he is so full of autism

very much a perfectionist unfortunately

not easily angered, but he can get frustrated at times. he bottles it up though so he seems fine until he finally snaps

and that's the list i came up with so far :) i might add more if i think of anything important i forgot but thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to finally talk about my phone guy !!! :)

edit:

-in honor of the news, his middle name is ralph, making his full legal name phone ralph guy (because that is just so funny to me)

edit edit: eventually she changes her name to phone kim guy

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf hcs #phone guy #phone guy fnaf

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eiimeixi · 29 days

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bokuaka headcanons but it's mostly me projecting onto them bc i love them with my whole heart and soul

bokuto doesn't speak for a short time when he wakes up (i'd like to say he goes nonverbal but i'm not too sure if i understand what it means enough to say it)

bokuaka watches stranger things together and [SPOILERS TO THOSE WHO HAVEN'T WATCHED STRANGER THINGS S4 OR ST AT ALL]

^^ bokuto BAWLED during eddie's death and akaashi wrote steddie fics to console bokuto <33 (FIC WRITER AKAASHI AND BOKUTO HIS BETA READER AND TARGET AUDIENCE, THE CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!)

bokuto also screamed during the steddie scenes and bokuaka are steddie shippers don't change my mind

akaashi's parents are divorced (woah that's a 180) but they still love him (or, in his perspective, claim to but really they just don't know how to show it properly which is also one of the reasons their marriage failed lmao) and they work 9 to 5's so akaashi's almost always alone at home

akaashi writes poems and fics about bokuto (bokuto x reader bc he's delusional) and bokuto doesn't know about it (has seen a few of the poems bc akaashi's stupid and leaves it displayed on his desk but doesn't know they're about him--not that he can read it anyway)

akaashi's normal handwriting is barely legible because it's rushed cursive. like you seriously have to take the time to understand the pattern in his writing (aaannndd i just remembered that in japan you have to have neat handwriting to read the letters properly. IMAGINE THIS WOULD BE HIS HANDWRITING IN ENGLISH ALPHABET)

akaashi also likes to do traditional calligraphy!!! (now when i first made this headcanon i didn't realize calligraphy in "english" and calligraphy in japan were ENTIRELY different BUT PLEASE let me have this one or he could do both)

akaashi's favorite ink color is gold because it reminds him of bokuto's eyes but bokuto's favorite ink color are those dark teal green shades (seek reference: diamine's teal or aurora borealis or pilot ink's syo-ro) that remind him of akaashi's eyes (coincidentally those are also my favorite)

AKAASHI LISTENS TO CIGARETTES AFTER SEX (CAS) AND LOVES EVERY SONG BUT SPECIFICALLY "Heavenly" IS HIS FAVORITE FAVORITE BECAUSE IT'S THE FIRST SONG HE LISTENED TO (did you guys know i actually got this from a wattpad fanfic i read a few years back and they linked a youtube playlist [which i forgot to save🙁 but it was my first exposure of cas and look at me now i'm obsessed] that was supposed to be akaashi's playlist)

akaashi's list of top 3 favorite cas songs: 1. Heavenly 1.5. the entirety of I., Apocalypse, & Don't Let Me Go 2. Affection, Keep on Loving You, Tejano Blue, & Sweet, Opera House 3. Neon Moon, Stop Waiting, Pistol, Hot, Falling in Love, & You're the Only Good Thing In My Life [disclaimer: this is not my personal list of favorite cas songs as i love them all so much i can't choose]

akaashi secretly likes bl and will take that secret to his grave.

akaashi likes the rain but doesn't like to get wet, he only likes the ambiance and the way the rain sounds. but bokuto loves the rain wholeheartedly (inspired by the official arts where akaashi has to try to get bokuto dry from the rain)

speaking of ^, bokuto doesn't get sick because "if people call me an idiot and idiots can't get sick, then i can't get sick!" (one of his sisters told him that)

i could probably go on but this is getting so long my laptop's tweaking

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuto headcanons #bokuto koutarou headcanons #akaashi keiji headcanons #bokuaka headcanons #bokuaka is canon 120%

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cutepastelstarsalior · 4 months

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Helluva Boss Episode 8, season 2

Ok so this show has

5 more episodes. Then the show will either

A be done

B, have a season 3.

Whatever way it goes, I hope the show wraps and gives characters satisfying endings. Though I fear that will the episodes spread out, some element or plot continuity will be lost.

What does Pride Weather mean? Is it like the the normal weather report but gay????

GOD DANG IT ANOTHER SONG.

Ok, so Stolas is thinking that his and Blitzo’s relationship will help him deal with the divorce and the negative voices in his head. A fairytale like romance is what Stolas seems to want, where his problems can be fixed with the power of love. Meanwhile Blitzo is just thinking of the relationship as only a friend’s with benefits thing. Interesting that he is also using the relationship as a way to not think about his problems.

“Would he want me if he was free? And if he’s only here as a prisoner, what kind of monster does that make me? My entire life been written in stone. He taught me that I could choose. He desverse the choice to stay or go. Though it scares me to think of what I’ll lose.”

Wow. So far, this is a lot to take it. But what really gets my interest is that Stolas repetitively saying that he wants to free them. Both Blitzo and him. But from what? Is it judgmental from others? Is it from powerful demons that could break their relationship? Or is it from Stolas’s guilt and regrets? Another interesting thing is that when Blitzo sees the date, he has to mental hype himself up to the idea of sex. At first he has a strain smile in the mirror, but once Blitzo keeps talking about sex in detail, he’s like the idea. I don’t know if Blitzo doing this hype up is supposed to be taken has a funny thing, or a way to show that Blitzo is hypersexual. But it does feel like a coping mechanism. I don’t think people normally have to hype themselves up to have sex with someone, or even feel apathetic at first. Also, Blitzo talks about what HES going to do to Stolas, and not what Stolas does for him. Does Blitzo do all the work in bed?

YOOOO THE GOVERNMENT PEOPLE AND THE CHURRUBS ARE BACK YESSSS

Wait wait wait!!!! Are the two angels going to be more and more corrupted and the goat boy is going to go back to heaven YESSSSSSSS I love that.

Oh, 👀 angles can physically be hurt, hit with blow darts, and be electrocuted. Interesting.

PRIST WITH A GUN WHAT WILL THEY DO. This feels so cursed. Omg pls pls pls give the Angels or at least one of them a gun…

EXCUSE ME??????? THE GOVERNMENT WAS LIKE YEAH WILL GIVE YOU MORE MONEY. MAKE A LITERALLY PORTAL TO HELL AND MAKE SOME KILLER CLONE PREIST.., AHHHH THE ANGELS ARE IN HELL NOW

hmmm since Hazbin Hotel finally aired, would this story still be in the same world as Hazbin? Aka angels killing demons? Or no? If the churrubs seem so gun-hoe on killing, were they apart or admire Adam’s army?

There noticeable less swearing here! Wow! Good job Viv.

Oh! So interesting thing, 1 the demons get physical sick at saying the word torture. And 2 they don’t know what sex is. Or at least, they don’t know what sex equipment is. Do Angels natural not know these thing or get sick when saying certain words? Is it just heaven born angels that are like this? The 2 rouge angels (whose names i forget) seems fine with stealing and killing, but not at torture. Will they get comfortable with it as they stay longer in hell? Will being in hell at all make then like, permanently banned from heaven?

There lots of sex shops in the Lust ring. I thought it would just be one company? That kind of neat how there many stores of the same products but with minor variations. Some neat worldbuilding. Heyyyyy it’s Frizz. He seems more happy and cheerful! Yippee. Also he seems more sex neutral or positive? Also obsidian and jewel equipment? That feels very fancy? Maybe? I feel like hell would have lots of rocks and crystal around since, you know, under the earth.

🎼🎵IM A ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN FIGHTING TILL THE WARS WON I DONT CARE IF HEAVEN WONT TAKE MEEEE BACKKKKKK ILL THROW AWAY MY FAITH BABE JUST TO KEEP YOU SAFE DONT YOU KNOW YOUR EVEYTHING I HAVEEEEEEE🎵🎼

Loona’s voice seems different. Maybe it’s because I haven’t heard it in a while, maybe the VA has a good microphone. But it feels sharper and clearer. All the voices do. It feels like higher quality.

Ok. Now the ending.

Stolas gave Blitzo a crystal, that way Blitzo and his team can legally travel to earth and back. Stolas called off the deal, and says that even thought they don’t have that agreement anymore, he (Stolas) would like to still have Blitzo stay. Blitzo, at first thinks it’s a roleplay, or a joke. But once Stolas starts to leave, Blitzo gets angry. He even calls Stolas a porous asshole, just like Striker did. Blitzo gets angry and even starts to tear up, saying that Stolas had, treated him like other imps. That Stolas looks down on imps and doesn’t respect them. Blitzo even comments on his imp butler.

In the background, many objects are covers in tarps, and all the paintings have Stolas’s wife covered, while Olivia has her face shown. It seems like Olivia either doesn’t live with Stolas, or goes back and forth between her parents. I’m bringing this up because like before, Stolas doesn’t want the relationship to be base off a deal. He thinks highly of Blitzo, but Blitzo only thinks of the relationship as something that’s transactional. Stolas wants this relationship because it the only one in his life that seems to either bring him joy, or doesn’t let him think about his problems. While I do like that Stolas calling off the deal and giving Blitzo the crystal. I feel like the last line “I think highly of you and you think so lowkey of me” feels a bit manipulative?

Like, yeah Blitzo does feel that way. Why shouldn’t he? What has Stolas done besides letting him use the book, what has he done for Blitzo? Did Stolas even gave Blitzo comfort? Did he ever let Blitzo talk about their deal? Does Stolas actually out effort into their deal or does Blitzo do all the work? Stolas let Blitzo not have sex for a few months, but is that it? Blitzo has being Stolas bodyguard, help him track down Olivia, save Stolas multiple times. He even bought a bunch of sex equipment and seems to do all the sexual favors. So yeah. It’s damn well in Blitzo right to think lowly of Stolas.

Man I hope and pray that the series dosnt have then be endgame.

Review 4/5. The song was ok. I like that the angels and government guys are back and have more power, hate Stolas.

#long post #helluva boss #helluva boss review #my thoughts #helluva boss episode 8 #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss spoilers

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cherliin · 4 months

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the sims 3: crybaby whims legacy conversion 🧸🩹

note: if you're like me and you've been playing sims 3 but find there's a lack of new challenges, I hope you find this challenge to your liking. you can find the original made by draeyad for sims 4 here. I will be including the original descriptions for generations with very minor changes.

i highly recommend using the family secrets mod!

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐫 𝐮 𝐥 𝐞 𝐬 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

— ᡣ𐭩 You must complete every goal for each generation before moving on to the next. This means completing the lifetime wish is optional unless specifically stated in the generation goals. — ᡣ𐭩 Some cheats are allowed to progress the story. I’ll clarify in each generation. — ᡣ𐭩 No money cheats. You may, however, use familyfunds [sims last name] [money wanted] OR freerealestate for your first home in generation 1. — ᡣ𐭩 Lifespan can be kept on normal OR long. Adjust as you see fit. — ᡣ𐭩 You can take sims into CAS by shift-clicking and selecting "Edit in CAS" since you may need to change traits. — ᡣ𐭩 Fill in traits as needed if not all are listed for a sim.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐋 𝐋 𝐇 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 𝐄 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝟏

lifetime wish: perfect mind, perfect body career: none at first, politics as an adult traits: perfectionist, neurotic, family-oriented, nurturing, neat

colors - yellow and white

— everyone thinks that we’re perfect, please don’t let them look through the curtains —

you grew up with a perfect white picket fence life in a perfect home. perfect parents, perfect siblings, perfect grades. nothing was ever out of place. or was it? your memory is a little jaded, it seems. maybe, you got it all wrong. you were taught father builds the home and mother maintains it. but how was dad making money again? jeez, you can’t remember. did you choose to forget? and like the perfect sim you are, you fell in love in high school with the perfect person. or, you thought they were perfect until you saw them kissing your sibling. and only a few years later, they got married. you weren’t even invited to the wedding. no, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

you were perfect. where did it go wrong?

you promised you’d keep to your mother’s beliefs. you married young (18 to be exact) and took care of your spouse and home. but your ex was always hanging around your sibling's house. and you guys may have accidentally hooked up. and now you guys are pregnant, each having a different spouse.

— is it weird to co-parent with your sibling's spouse? should you keep seeing your ex? what about your partner? will they catch you cheating? will you tell them the truth or continue living a lie?

— ᡣ𐭩 have a high school sweetheart you start on bad terms with (you may cheat this or have them yell at each other a lot) — ᡣ𐭩 have a very caring spouse who you’re madly in love with — ᡣ𐭩 have a perfect white picket fence home with your spouse — ᡣ𐭩 slowly rebuild a relationship with your ex — ᡣ𐭩 start hooking up with your ex until one of you gets pregnant — ᡣ𐭩 raise the child under your roof — ᡣ𐭩 have three more children with your spouse — ᡣ𐭩 divorce your spouse as an adult and take all the children — ᡣ𐭩 stop being a stay-at-home parent and join the political career — ᡣ𐭩 fulfill your lifetime wish — ᡣ𐭩 will you continue seeing your ex?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐁 𝐎 𝐌 𝐁 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍 𝐌 𝐎 𝐍 𝐃 𝐀 𝐘 𝐌 𝐎 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝟐

lifetime wish: the perfect garden career: gardener traits: unflirty, loves the outdoors, excitable, green thumb, shy colors - white and pink

— pinky promise, i’ll still love your garden. even with no flowers. —

love isn’t real. it doesn’t feel real. you’re not even sure who your real other parent is. your parents were always too busy messing around and barely found time for you and your siblings. you basically swore off love, thinking it only caused problems. it’s not like it mattered anyway. you all died in the end. until you met someone at a coffee shop who shared your love for the outdoors. it was rare meeting anyone as passionate as you. at first, you rejected any and all attempts to go on a date with this person. but wow, they kind of insisted on it. so you decided to humor them and despite your unflirty ways, they liked you. it was a strange feeling but it made you fall madly in love for the first time.

and then a cowplant ate them.

see, you knew this would happen. nothing can ever be sunshine and daisies. it’s too much to ask. but after stumbling across some pomegranate seeds, you got an idea. it’s not like there was anyone else for you in this world. was it wrong to bring back a dead person?

— will your relationship be sustainable with someone who is back from the dead? was it cruel to bring them back in the first place? can you continue to love them as they are?

— ᡣ𐭩 have a dead lover with the traits loves the outdoors, loner, vegetarian, good, and friendly — ᡣ𐭩 plant a pomegranate garden in your backyard — ᡣ𐭩 grow a life fruit and catch a death fish — ᡣ𐭩 bring back your dead lover using ambrosia, but replace good and friendly with the grumpy and evil traits (use cheats) — ᡣ𐭩 have children (as many as you want) — ᡣ𐭩 master gardening skill — ᡣ𐭩 have partner join the criminal career after resurrection — ᡣ𐭩 fulfill your lifetime wish — ᡣ𐭩 how will you keep this relationship alive?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐂 𝐋 𝐀 𝐒 𝐒 𝐅 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝟑

lifetime wish - the emperor of evil career - criminal, evil branch traits: evil, mean spirited, computer whiz, rebellious, light sleeper colors - pink and orange

— no, no, no. don’t you choke. daddy chimed in, go for the throat. —

having an evil parent in the mafia was no joke. and oh, did you admire them for all their hard work. i mean, they literally came back from the dead. how cool is that? you wanted to be like them and would do whatever it took to gain their approval. your grades were awful, your friends were the worst and your parents got weekly phone calls from school about you. it was a nice feeling. you even met a partner just like you and you felt inseparable. kind of like a modern bonnie & clyde minus the bad parts like dying in a hail of bullets. that’s bad.

when you had your first and only child, you didn’t take much interest in them, though.

it wasn’t their fault, you just had a crime organization to run. so your parent, the non-evil one, mostly raised them. and maybe that was for the best. you didn’t have much parental instinct and who knows how messed up they might have turned out if you raised them. all’s well that ends well.

— how long can you keep up this lifestyle before it catches up with you? Are you going to regret ignoring your child? or worse, will you regret not conforming to a normal life?

— ᡣ𐭩 get terrible grades in school — ᡣ𐭩 pull at least 10 pranks on your parents while living with them and sneak out past curfew to party frequently — ᡣ𐭩 meet and fall in love with a sim that has the exact same traits as yours (cheat this if needed) — ᡣ𐭩 have three friends, all with the evil trait — ᡣ𐭩 get pregnant but take no time off (link) — ᡣ𐭩 have your parents move in to help take care of the baby themselves (cheat a longer lifespan if needed) — ᡣ𐭩 maintain a low relationship with your child — ᡣ𐭩 have 3 enemies — ᡣ𐭩 reach top of criminal career — ᡣ𐭩 will you ever have a good relationship with your child?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐖 𝐇 𝐄 𝐄 𝐋 𝐒 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝟒

lifetime wish: professional author THEN LATER super popular career: writer traits: romantic, genius, bookworm, night owl, cat person colors - orange and red

— fully undressed, no training wheels left for you. and i’ll pull them off for you. —

unlike your grandparent that raised you, you were a believer in love. love at first sight, opposites attract, enemies to lovers. if it was a love trope, you believed in it. you pretty much devoted your life to the idea of love. so when you met the one, just like in all the obscure fanfiction you read, they swept you off your feet. you would do anything in the world to be with them. every hour of every day. you just couldn’t get enough of them. your life felt perfect when you were with them and nothing in this world could make you feel bad again.

until they dumped your ass.

you spent the better half of your breakup keyboard smashing new fanfic titles about loveless relationships while downing a whole tub of ben & jerry’s. and really, who could blame you? that was rough. and thus, the baddies club was created. a club of three pretty best friends, all single, that didn’t need a damn relationship. or did you?

— is this the life you’ve been dreaming of? or are you still a hopeless romantic at heart, waiting on someone to come take you away? but how would your besties feel if they knew?

— ᡣ𐭩 go through a dramatic breakup as a teenager — ᡣ𐭩 write three books with hateful titles about relationships — ᡣ𐭩 switch lifetime wish to super popular — ᡣ𐭩 start a club of singles and get only two pretty best friends to join (link) — ᡣ𐭩 develop an extremely close bond with your two new friends — ᡣ𐭩 go out with your besties every friday night — ᡣ𐭩 host a movie night on saturdays — ᡣ𐭩 max out writing skill — ᡣ𐭩 fulfill the super popular lifetime wish — ᡣ𐭩 move your besties in with you and adopt and raise a child together — ᡣ𐭩 will you ever find love again or are you and your besties true soulmates for life?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝟓

lifetime wish: heartbreaker career: stylist traits: commitment issues, irresistible, diva, snob, dramatic

colors - red and black

— it’s my party, and i’ll cry if i want to. i’ll cry until the candles burn down this place. —

you’re a brat. it’s as simple as that, really. with so many people watching over you while growing up, it was rare you didn’t get what you wanted. and you were always kinda jealous of how smart your parent was. they were just - so good at everything. and all you really had was beauty. who cares about that crap? beauty fades. well, it was really your only defining attribute so might as well make the best of it while you could. you just wished people liked you for you and not because you were extremely smoking hot.

well, then. if you can’t be happy, no one can. that’s a principle you always lived by.

you became a prolific fashionista and a professional life ruiner. not only did you ruin marriages, you broke the hearts of your own lovers. it just felt so dang good to be in control. until - uh oh. you met a gym rat and now you can’t stop thinking about their perfect eyes. no, this can’t be happening. you don’t fall in love. who the hell do they think they are, walking into your life like that? better make them pay.

— are you really falling in love that easily? or is it just a fluke? will you keep ruining lives forever or do you think it may be time to settle down?

— ᡣ𐭩 do yoga every morning (link) — ᡣ𐭩 be enemies with every sim that you come across that is as gorgeous as your sim — ᡣ𐭩 reach 3 star celebrity level — ᡣ𐭩 meet a super attractive sim at the gym — ᡣ𐭩 make them fall in love with you and break up with them — ᡣ𐭩 fulfill your lifetime wish — ᡣ𐭩 rekindle the old flame with the sim you met at the gym — ᡣ𐭩 max martial arts skill (to be done through yoga) — ᡣ𐭩 have identical same-gender twins with the gym sim (you can cheat this if needed) — ᡣ𐭩 will you put your past behind you and accept love into your life?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐂 𝐎 𝐏 𝐘 𝐂 𝐀 𝐓 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝟔

lifetime wish: surrounded by family career: stay-at-home parent (artist freelancer) traits: artistic, avant garde, clumsy, good, loser

colors - black and peach

— you’re a copycat. you take it, then you leave it just like that. —

you were born as a twin to a narcissistic parent and unfortunately, you were the scapegoat while your twin was the golden child. your twin always got the three hundred dollar christmas present and you were lucky to get the book you asked for. if your twin did something wrong, it was actually your fault. you couldn’t wait to break away from the dysfunction in your family. and break away, you did. you moved out the minute you turned 18 and you didn’t look back. mostly, you made money by selling art on simblr. but a sim that you met on the same website offered for you to come stay with them. and eventually, like a movie, the two of you fell in love. you even started talking about a future together. you mentioned wanting children to treat them better than your parents did you.

but, wait. why the hell is your twin showing up at your door suddenly?

without much invitation, your twin is now living with you guys. you’ve explained to your partner that you can’t really say no to your twin. you’d feel like a bad sibling if you did that. however, you twin is acting kinda weird. a streak of jealousy, perhaps? oh, they’re just like your parent! not only does your twin insist on sharing the same roof, you caught them flirting with your partner who thought it was you. and why is your twin wearing your favorite cardigan? and when you guys fall pregnant with your first child, suddenly your twin wants to take the baby. oh, hell no.

— how will you choose to handle your twin trying to steal your life? you still love them so what can you do? do you let this run its course or intervene? could your family be in danger?

— ᡣ𐭩 move in with a sim you met through online dating — ᡣ𐭩 have your twin move in with you — ᡣ𐭩 your twin should have the traits slob, kleptomaniac, couch potato, and inappropriate — ᡣ𐭩 get married to your soulmate, but your twin crashes the wedding by acting inappropriately and upsetting guests — ᡣ𐭩 you take up freelancing art professionally and your twin joins at the same time — ᡣ𐭩 catch your partner cheating on you with your twin — ᡣ𐭩 rebuild your relationship with your partner over time and fall pregnant — ᡣ𐭩 have your twin constantly take over caring for the baby — ᡣ𐭩 have two more children — ᡣ𐭩 move the annoying twin out of town with one of your babies and half your money. they stole your baby! — ᡣ𐭩 switch to that household and dedicate your life to raising the stolen baby as the annoying twin — ᡣ𐭩 will you ever get your sweet baby back?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐎 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 𝐄 𝐉 𝐔 𝐈 𝐂 𝐄 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝟕

lifetime wish: jack of all trades career: business, then switch to architectural designer then switch to your choice traits: grumpy, virtuoso, ambitious, workaholic, brooding

colors - peach and brown

— your body is imperfectly perfect, everyone wants what the other one’s working. —

you suffered terribly with your identity. you didn’t know who you were or who you wanted to be. your parent couldn’t provide a birth certificate or photos of you at the hospital when you were born. you didn’t even know who your other parent was. everyone has two parents, right? see, that’s your problem. you want to be like everyone else, unable to find yourself in all the confusion. the confusion of going nowhere. you’ve always been told this or that is the right way. but have you ever considered your own way? maybe it was time to stop comparing to others and just go.

now yours would be a journey of self discovery. you deserved it after all.

after going through some documents at work one day, you saw a missing flyer of yourself. no. it couldn’t be. you were stolen. that explains so much about everything! you’re determined to find your real parents and figure out where you fit in in life. kinda weird you look so much like who you thought was your bio parent. maybe there’s more to this than you realize.

— how will you confront the person who raised you? what path will you choose when you finally have a sense of identity? are your parents everything you thought they would be?

— ᡣ𐭩 get a job in business straight out of graduating high school (aging up to a young adult) — ᡣ𐭩 stay living with your parent to help them cover the cost of your home (you can use cheats if funds are low) — ᡣ𐭩 decide you don’t like business and switch to architecture — ᡣ𐭩 find your birth parents and start building a relationship with them — ᡣ𐭩 go to the park with your real parents every monday and have a barbecue. — ᡣ𐭩 kick your fake parent out once you have reached 100 friendship with both of your real parents. keep all household funds to yourself. — ᡣ𐭩 decide what career you want and stick to it — ᡣ𐭩 max five skills of your choice — ᡣ𐭩 meet your future spouse at work and have children with them that your real parents get to know — ᡣ𐭩 whatever happened to your fake parent that stole you?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐇 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐒 𝐂 𝐇 𝐎 𝐎 𝐋 𝐒 𝐖 𝐄 𝐄 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐒 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝟖

lifetime wish: your choice career: education traits: childish, party animal, social butterfly, easily impressed, heavy sleeper

colors - brown and gold

— if you can’t handle a heart like mine, don’t waste your time with me. —

you were a class clown. everyone, and i mean everyone, just adored you to pieces. but of them all, you only adored one back. they were your rock and you truly loved everything about them. their hair, the way they smelled, even the way they talked. but maybe you were a little too friendly and you gave the wrong signals. you were always just the best friend. when they introduced you, you were just the best friend. you wanted to be more. you always hoped for more. but at the same time, you didn’t want to ruin what you had going. all the way through high school and into adulthood.

and then they got married and you realized you were still in love with your high school best friend. your sweetheart.

you confessed your love for them one starry night and they confessed they’ve always felt the same. but now there’s a problem. their spouse. without much time to consider it, your best friend gets a divorce and is all about you now. this is what you wanted, right? is it? uh oh, someone is getting cold feet now.

— is this the life you want or maybe did you just want to prove you could do it? would you be better off with someone who chose you first? or better off alone?

— ᡣ𐭩 accept EVERY party invitation you receive on your days off — ᡣ𐭩 have a total of ten good friends — ᡣ𐭩 complete three wishes every week — ᡣ𐭩 confess your attraction to your best friend at their house during nighttime — ᡣ𐭩 influence them to leave their spouse — ᡣ𐭩 max out charisma skill — ᡣ𐭩 go on a date with your best friend once their divorce is finalized — ᡣ𐭩 get married, but leave them at the altar before the wedding ends — ᡣ𐭩 find out one of you is having the other’s baby — ᡣ𐭩 will you go back to them and work things out for the sake of the child?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐌 𝐑 𝐒 𝐏 𝐎 𝐓 𝐀 𝐓 𝐎 𝐇 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝟗

lifetime wish: living in the lap of luxury career: you’re too gorgeous to work traits: neat, hates children, mean spirited, over-emotional, mooch

colors - gold and silver

— do you swear you’ll stay forever? even if her face don’t stay together? —

when you were little, you had dreams and aspirations of grandeur. you couldn’t imagine an amount of money that would satisfy you. however, you didn’t really wanna work for it like other people. you were kinda hoping it would just fall into your lap. and fall into your lap, it most certainly did. in the form of the wealthiest sim in town. it started with them offering to cover your coffee and as you turned up the charm, they only became more smitten with you. you were gorgeous with youth on your side. they simply couldn’t resist. everything was going so well. all you had to do was keep up your appearance, manage your home, and look stunning while doing so. nothing could bring you down.

nothing except maybe aging.

as you got older, your now spouse seemed bored with you. the children you had together even seemed annoyed with you. you decided to ask your spouse for some money to “fix yourself.” they provided the funds for you to get cosmetic surgery, but they didn’t stay. now you just had a large empty home with screaming children, living on borrowed fortune and big lips. so it’s mostly up to one of your kids to strike big and take care of you. it’s not like you’ll be getting a job ever.

— will you realize beauty is only skin deep? will you ever find love again? could you learn how to be the parent your children need?

— ᡣ𐭩 never work a day in your life — ᡣ𐭩 marry the wealthiest sim in town as a young adult — ᡣ𐭩 max out fitness skill only by jogging/treadmill or reading — ᡣ𐭩 max out charisma skill — ᡣ𐭩 accidentally have two children before becoming an adult — ᡣ𐭩 accidentally have one more child as an adult — ᡣ𐭩 change your sim once a sim week as an adult in CAS by slightly altering lip size and breast OR muscle size. — ᡣ𐭩 divorce your rich spouse and be left with the house, but only half the money — ᡣ𐭩 will you get revenge on your ex-spouse? you thought they’d never leave you.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐒 𝐇 𝐎 𝐖 && 𝐓 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝟏𝟎

lifetime wish: superstar actor career: film, acting branch traits: snob, adventurous, star quality, charismatic, supernatural fan

colors - silver and lilac

— i’m on display for all you f*ckers to see. —

you lived a lavish life in the lap of luxury. you were the child of an elite and pretty much got everything you wanted. your face was already pretty well known so when your recently divorced parent put you into showbiz, it was pretty easy to get in. you knew your parent was only using you so that they didn’t have to work. and as crappy as it is, you still loved your parent very much and wanted to also be able to provide for your siblings. so you couldn’t really say no. as time went on, people loved you. you were charismatic, outgoing and sweet. somewhat. but the pressure to maintain your image started to build and people’s expectations of you grew higher.

it felt like they were always screaming dance, monkey. dance.

to make matters worse, you were becoming a household name and the elite wanted you as part of their organization, promising immortality. they drink blood so you’re pretty sure they are a vampire cult. you can’t get them to leave you the hell alone. but wow, one of them is kinda gorgeous.

— will you join the elite yourself and become an immortal? or maybe it’s best to go into hiding and never be seen literally ever again? this cult stuff sounds pretty serious.

— ᡣ𐭩 reach the top of the film career — ᡣ𐭩 send your parent money every week (min 500 simoleons. cheat this by deducting 500 every week) — ᡣ𐭩 have an eccentric silver(white) & lilac penthouse in the city — ᡣ𐭩 win 3 acting awards — ᡣ𐭩 find an obscure hobby of your choice — ᡣ𐭩 cycle through four different relationships at the same time — ᡣ𐭩 meet some hot vampires who want to turn you into one of them — ᡣ𐭩 fall in love with a vampire and run away with them into seclusion in a different world — ᡣ𐭩 drop your fame and never return to the spotlight, lose all family connections, and live out a secluded life with your vampire lover.

okay damn that was long but it's done! please let me know if I forgot to change anything!

#crybabywhims #the sims #ts3 gameplay #ts3 #ts3 legacy #legacy challenge

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tired-reader-writer · 4 months

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Okay so for some unknowable reason I fell into watching a let's play series of a horror game, and now I'll definitely be jumping at shadows for the foreseeable future until the spell wears off. I'm not good with horror. I knew this, and yet I felt compelled to watch it—

But enough about me, let's kinda vomit out the AU brain mulch that has formed in my head in an incoherent manner.

This has to do with Hilmes, Ranna/Ashaya, and the Haunted Temple™ that will be featuring in the fic.

I would highly recommend you check out the link first to get some context on what the everloving fuck I'm talking about because this thing ain't coherent, baby!

Also, some stuff might contradict each other, I'm still trying to suss out what works and what doesn't, this is basically unfiltered brain soup.

Folk tale added to the Temple, it's deep in the woods, “don't go into the woods, don't go into the ruins, it'll eat you up” is a cautionary tale everyone knows about.

Wonky time mechanics. You wander into the Temple, you've only been there for a hour you swear but you come back out months later.

Folk tale as a foreshadowing device: a royal princess was said to have been snatched up by a bandit in this region— some say she was kidnapped, others say she fell in love with this bandit. Who knows, really? Is the tale even true?

The above folk legend as a foreshadowing device for Ashaya being 1) a secret princess, 2) joining the clan though I guess it's not much of a foreshadowing since they'll most likely be gone w Farangis in the same chapter the myth is mentioned [because the clan got mistaken for bandits and got killed in the first chapter, remember?], 3) falling in love with Alfarīd aka a bandit.

The tale could also be an “explanation” for a princess that actually went missing— a young woman who wandered into the temple for some reason (unclear) finds out something so terrible that she can't bear to face the world outside again.

(it's about Kaykhusraw's betrayal)

I'm still not sure whether I'll actually keep the princess part. It could be a neat bit of foreshadowing for Hilmes discovering smth, maybe he sees an imprint of her, but I feel there's no way to communicate her journey effectively in the story since nobody actually knows what happened to her

Still though, I like the idea of Parsian royal women having worldbuilding and perhaps even plot relevance. I don't think the family tree thing from the novel extras (iirc??) even provided female members of the royal line. Tanaka, I swear.

It'll be forever before we actually get to that point but I'm actually worried about writing Hilmes' (terrible terrible) time in the haunted temple turning into a side quest problem if you know what I mean? An arc/event so divorced from the rest of the plot and world that screeches the pacing to a grinding halt. I mean, the temple tumble is necessary to his character growth, but it really has the potential to become... tedious to read.

For the record, I'm worried about Alfarīd and Ashaya's scenes having this same problem too, since they break off from the rest of the cast to have an adventure together. But at least having them have a plot progression that ties into other plot threads is easier than doing the same with Hilmes because they're not trapped in an isolated location.

Wait, info about the bells can actually be revealed here, and not have the clan remember throughout? Or if they did remember the bells existing then the locations of where the bells had vanished to could be received from the temple.

They'll need to decode it first, though.

Okay, I'm not sure what to do with the Rukhnabad. I was originally gonna have Hilmes not pull it out and cause problems but I... kinda need the damn thing for the plot. Maybe he gets Shooketh™ from whatever he learned in the temple that it compromises his ability to be chill about the looming threat and he yoinks it out of desperation—

(or maybe Ashaya can be the one to take it, as a twist, though what would their reasoning for doing so be?)

SYMBOLISM SYMBOLISM SYMBOLISM

Okay, so, death.

Sherine (Ashaya's original name before they changed it upon joining the clan) is dead. She died when she disappeared into the woods.

The clan has a death-and-rebirth thing going on. Someone joins the clan, they either choose to keep their name or not, but the self they were before they joined is gone, dead to the world, essentially. They could not belong in the living world, hence why they joined the “dead”. Folks who had complicated relationships with the parents who gave them their name, their old families, their old selves, those people typically discard their names (as Ashaya, Kashi, Kazai, etc did) while those who had a positive relationship with their families but lost them in a traumatic way would keep their names (as Farangis and Gieve would). I know I've talked about this before but I can't remember if I put it in a post or in a comment.

Y'know the changeling thing? The died-but-came-back-wrong thing? The same principle, it's not literal, mind you, it's a metaphorical, symbolic thing.

So, a secret royal child goes into or near this place and is reborn as someone else (Ashaya)

Only years later, another secret royal goes into this place, gets trapped in it, and is reborn anew (Hilmes)

Words are not wording rn but you get the idea, right?

Also, mentioned somewhere that the temple holds onto things of the past, aka if you have a belonging on your person that represents something from the past that you cling onto, bye-bye item, you're not getting that back.

Aka, the temple snatched Hilmes' mask because it's a representation of his fixation w the past and everything that's tied to it aka his trauma his identity his sense of self etc etc

Hilmes can't get out bc he built his everything around his past, ergo, his whole person is a figment of the past

Like recognizes like, hence why he's trapped until he's forced to build a new identity that doesn't revolve around his, well, everything

Ashaya probably didn't get trapped bc, well, kid's not fixated to the past they just wanted out (from their shitty family situation)

Bloodstains, screams, inexplicable items vanishing and manifesting, hallucinations/visions that were probably actual memories of the past, Hilmes is not gonna have a fun time

The temple's haunted but in like, an intangible way, so to speak? No literal spooky ghosts floating about, they're fused to the building so the building itself is a haunting, you get what I mean?

Maybe there is one tangible ghost Hilmes can actually see. Maybe two, if I end up keeping the royal lady.

Okay, maybe I won't keep the royal lady.

But something could guide him through this whole ordeal and lead him to whatever truth bombs it wants to reveal.

Could his parentage be revealed here? Unlikely, the temple's hauntedness is it basically reliving the past over and over, not much space for... hm.

Maybe Kaykhusraw's journals could appear inside— no, no, probably too far-fetched.

So many specifics I need to nail down.

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #heroic legend of arslan #wolfpack au #winds of wolfsong #hilmes #ranna (oc)#ashaya (oc)#gods I need to sort out her tag #AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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ultimateinferno · 2 years

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Out of the main adolescent cast in The Owl House, not a single one comes from a "Traditional Nuclear Family" (of the strictest of definitions). One used to be, but that's no longer the case come the end of Season 2. They are

Single (for now) Mother with an adopted son.

Single Widow with two daughters (one adopted).

Single father and his son

A married gay couple with a daughter

A (very recently) divorced father with 3 kids

And Hunter.

The only significant characters who are confirmed to come from the strictest definition of "Nuclear Family" (living, married hetero-couple with biological children) are Eda and Lilith, and they're both queer women in their mid-late 40s.

I mean... I guess Belos was as well by virtue of being a Puritan, but that man murdered his brother dozens of times over and not the point.

Anyways! I just think this is neat.

#the owl house #toh #owl house #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #owl house spoilers

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bonefall · 1 year

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Are you going to do anything with the group of cats in the Sun-Drown Twolegplace from Sunset? I always hoped they’d come up again in a super edition or something, and as far as I’m aware they didn’t. I think they’re neat

You mean the group from Sunrise? The group of cats who previously followed Sol, but had since learned their lesson?

Jingo (leader)

Hussar

Speckle

Pod

Fritz

Jet

Pepper (Jet's littermate, killed by dogs)

Chirp

Merry

Frisk (Speckle's child along with 3 unnamed siblings)

These ones?

Unfortunately it's very likely they're going to get elbowed out of BB because of the Sol reduxes I've done. He isn't JUST some cat anymore; Sol is a god and its vessel is Harry. So there wouldn't be a scene where they go and meet these random cats.

In general I tend to avoid the various "random" cats outside of the Clans. Imo, I find it somewhat frustrating that canon has such a HUGE cast of various Clan cats, but every 3 books we get a ton of one-off outsiders who are never relevant ever again.

Like Cody for example, in TNP. Yes Cody is cute, but they couldn't have Leafpaw grow close to like, a WindClan elder escaping the poisoning? Or just, Ferncloud, who's going through a lot right now? Show us some more details about Ashfur who's about to be a major romance option for Squilf? You don't have any arc for a side characters you could use this time for?

You couldn't pick a character with some kind of legitimate emotional connection to their ANCESTRAL HOME BEING BULLDOZED?

Idk, it often annoys me. It's an extension of how some of these books feel packed with filler and dead-ends.

BUT, I do try to build outsider groups when possible, so Clan cats aren't totally alone in the world.

If I could figure out a good reason for them to exist without it being distracting (for example I would get frustrated if I had to set these characters up during the Salt Patrol episode instead of building up the massive apprentice generation) I wouldn't be opposed to them being here.

I could also repurpose them elsewhere, if I do end up making a Hengest Culture. I can bookmark them for that. Jessie is going to eventually return to Hengest after cat-divorcing Bramblestar, they could show up then.

TL;DR Unlikely I'll need them, but I'll keep them in mind.

#Better bones au #I need to make a tag for other cat cultures #Hengest

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m1lflov3rrr · 1 year

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Fetish - Marilyn Thornhill

1 - a new beginning

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: Soooo excited to be finally able to post this!!!!!!! Aahhhhhh!!!

You were on the verge of a panic attack. Your bus had taken you to Jericho, and you had just missed the other bus that was supposed to take you to Nevermore.

You were new to the town. Your home was several states away, but your parents had decided it would be the best for you to attend the boarding school they'd read about. Nevermore Academy, a school for outcasts. You thought it was an absurd idea to send you there, as you were, in fact, not an outcast.

There were outcasts in your family. Mostly psychics. Your mother, your father, your grandparents... But not you. The gene had skipped you. Even though no one ever said anything mean about it, especially your parents, you knew everyone was disappointed. How they all had expected you to turn out a skilled psychic - nothing.

You sometimes even thought that you and your incompetence were the reason your parents had divorced all those years ago. Of course they'd assure you it was not, but you couldn't stop overthinking it. Just like you couldn't stop overthinking everything. You were like that - overanalyzing everything and never feeling like you were enough.

Just like now you were overthinking how you'd never get into that academy, how you'd fail again and end up dead in a ditch-

Stop it, Y/N. You're doing it again, you repeated over and over in your head.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself down. You had to think rationally. You were in a foreign small town all alone with no sense of direction.

You should ask someone for help. Small town people were usually nice.

You spotted a cozy-looking cafe across the street, nodded to yourself and walked towards it with your bags and your suitcase. After stumbling your way inside with basically your whole life packed into those bags, you took a sigh and had a look around. It was a small and neat place, maybe you'd go there again on a less hectic day. It wasn't crowded at all, with only a few booths by the window occupied.

You decided not to bother the customers, and instead made your way to the front desk, there was a young boy working and surely he'd help.

He raised his gaze up to you and smiled awkwardly, "Good evening, miss. What can I get you?"

You stepped a little closer, as you knew that back home everyone wasn't so... accepting, of outcasts. You didn't know Jericho's situation, but decided to play safe. "Uh, yes. Do you happen to know where the Nevermore Academy is? I was supposed to be there already but I missed my bus and have absolutely no clue where to go." You rambled, but still with a low tone of voice.

The boy raised his eyebrows, looking rather surprised, and you internally slapped yourself. He must hate you now.

But soon enough, his face turned into an understanding one. "Yes, I do actually. Would you like me to take you there?" He offered and you beamed in joy.

"Yes, oh, thank you so much!" You said, almost jumping at how giddy you were. Maybe you wouldn't end up dead in a ditch. But your face soon turned stern and serious, "I will not forget this." You said, attempting to sound as grateful as possible.

He smiled, "Okay, well, my shift unfortunately ends at 10pm, I'm really sorry I wish I could drive you there earlier."

You checked your phone. 8:30pm. You could handle it. "S'okay. As long as I get there somehow."

"Would you like to have a coffee? It's on the house." He offered.

"Yes, that would be great. Thank you, uhm- sorry, what was your name?"

"Tyler. Tyler Galpin. And what is yours?"

"Y/N. Y/N L/N."

Tyler drove you to Nevermore as promised. When he parked, you looked anxious and conflicted.

"I could escort you inside? I know the place, I actually come here by a lot since I know some people here."

You widened your eyes, "Really? That would be great, thank you so much!"

He nodded and you got out of the car, he politely took your bags and suitcase although you insisted in carrying them yourself.

The halls were quiet and empty as it was almost 10:30pm now. You had no idea where to go, as this was definitely not an appropriate hour to be meeting the headmistress. But you didn't question anything yet, you just followed Tyler as he seemed to know what to do. You walked along the halls until he came to a halt at a door, seemingly to a classroom but you weren't too sure. "Uh, Tyler? Are you sure we're... allowed to be here?" You questioned.

He chuckled at you, knocking on the door and going inside, you hesitantly following him.

The place was almost as dark as the Autumn sky at this hour, but you noticed a small lamp light up by a desk in the front. You spotted desks to its opposite, this must be a class, you thought. Even though you couldn't see that much in there, you did notice the tall trees and the potted plants nearest to you. It was a serene place, you certainly would enjoy coming here.

"Tyler? What are you doing here?" An unkwown woman from behind you asked, making you flinch and turn around with wide eyes.

You couldn't see her, at all. She was standing in a shadowy corner.

"Ms Thornhill, I believe I've found a lost student of yours. Well, a new student. She came by the Weathervane, asking where the academy is so I brought her here." Tyler explained, now bringing all the attention to you. You couldn't have been more nervous.

The woman stepped forward, now causing the faint desk light to show herself. She was absolutely beautiful with her auburn hair and warm, brown eyes.

Okay, stop it, Y/N. She's probably your teacher, pull your shit together. Your inner monologue scolded you and you agreed. You shouldn't be thinking like that of your possibly new teacher.

The woman looked at you with an intrigued expression, with her head slightly tilted and her eyes narrowed. You felt like you were being judged. But all that washed away when soon, a huge grin plastered all over her face.

"Well, hello there! You must be Y/N, Principal Weems actually informed me about your arrival today, it's nice to meet you. I'm your dorm mom, Marilyn Thornhill!" She introduced herself, offering her hand for you to shake.

And you did, smiling lightly at her, "Yes, I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N. It's very nice to finally be here, thanks to Tyler. Without him I'd probably still be somewhere in Jericho, panicking my guts." You said with a small chuckle.

She frowned in confusion, "What do you mean, did something happen?"

You smiled awkwardly, "Well, I actually missed the bus that was supposed to drive me here, but luckily I went to the local cafe and Tyler was there to save the day."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Tyler, who nodded, confirming your words. Her gaze turned back to you and you smiled nervously at her. And something in her expression softened.

"Thank you, Tyler, I'll take it from here. Let's get you to your dorm, sweetheart."

Your cheeks developed a faint red at the petname, but gladly it was too dark in the conservatory for her to see. You turn to Tyler, "Thank you so much for saving my life. I owe you."

He chuckled, "It's alright. I better get going before my father starts wondering where I am. Have a good one!"

After the boy had left, you went over to where he had left your bags to pick them up. But right before you could take the bags, a hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Ah, ah. Let me carry those, you must be tired." She insisted, sending you a look which left you no room to argue. You slightly nodded as you wacthed her pick up your bags with surprising strength.

You began following her through the empty halls like a lost puppy, you didn't speak much but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.

Soon enough, you stopped at a door and she searched for a key in her pocket, opening the door. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but you don't have a roommate. All the dorms were full already so you're going to be alone in here." She explained almost sadly, carrying your bags inside and suddenly rubbing your bicep comfortingly.

You flinched a bit at the sudden touch and your cheeks instantly grew hot, which didn't go unnoticed by the woman. You saw how her eyes looked at you weirdly, but not exactly in a bad way, and how her lips parted just the slightest bit.

You had no clue what her gaze meant, but it was piercing through you.

"I- it's alright, Ms Thornhill. I prefer solitude anyway."

She smiled softly, "By the way, welcome to Opheila Hall. As I said before, I'm also your dorm mom, meaning you can come to me about anything and everything whenever you need, sweeatheart, okay?"

You nodded and avoided her gaze. Wrong move, apparently. She gripped you chin and forced you to look in her eyes, you only now noticed how close you were standing, her touch was sending shivers down your spine.

"Use your words, sweet girl." She cooed, making you hazy at the attention and her way with words.

"I- yes, thank you, Ms Thornhill. I uh, I better start unpacking." You rambled, embarassed at how you were stuttering just because of her touch.

She chuckled, "Right, I'll leave you be. I'll stop by tomorrow morning so we can go to Principal Weems together to retrieve your schedule, uniform and everything else necessary."

You nodded as you walked around the small dorm, observing it and thinking of how you'd decorate it to look cozy. "Yes, thank you so much, Ms Thornhill. And sorry again for arriving this late,"

She smiled as you spoke, "Don't apologize, honey. You did nothing wrong. Oh, and just to go over by a few rules, lights out at 10, and no boys, ever."

The next day you woke up, smiling lightly at the newly decorated dorm. It had pretty stringlights hung up everywhere, creating a magical atmosphere, there were some of your favorite books set on your desk neatly, hou hung up pretty and slightly transparent white curtains on the windows to add more life into the previously empty room. In your opinion, the bed was the best thing. You had several cozy blankets, decorated pillows and a few plushies. Above it were also some hung stringlights.

You really loved how the room turned out.

Giddy about your new home, you quickly got out of bed and went into the ensuite bathroom in your dorm. You brushed your teeth and washed your face. You quickly did yor hair and applied some makeup before going over to your closet.

It was your first day here, you wanted to make a good first impression. You ended up choosing your favorite outfit.

You didn't know what you should do, but you wanted to explore the school. You decided you'd go and see if Ms Thornhill was in the conservatory (because you completely forgot she was supposed to come to you).

You left your dorm and wandered around the school, trying to remember the way to your dorm. The school was a labyrinth.

You came to an outdoor area which was filled with students. You felt several pairs of eyes on you, which was pretty expected but still made you feel a pang of anxiety in your chest and made you cross your arms. You were quite a social person, but new situations like these still weren't your piece of cake.

A hand on your shoulder interrupted your thoughts. You jumped a little as you turned around to meet a excited-looking blonde who must've been the same age as you. She had blue and pink highlights in her hair and the biggest ear-to-ear smile you'd ever seen on anyone.

There was a raven-haired girl next to the blonde, the mere opposite of her friend. Where the first girl looked like she was on top of the world, the other girl looked like she'd kill you without hesitation if you ever messed with her or her friend.

"Hi!! I'm Enid Sinclair, you must be new here, what's your name??!" The blonde was almost jumping with joy, and her easy-going demeanor really eased up the situation.

You smiled, "Y/N L/N, nice to meet you too. And yeah, I'm very much new here, I arrived just last night."

You turned to look at the gloomy girl next to the blonde. She was glaring at me, but offered her hand anyway after Enid nudged her slightly. You shook her hand and she introduced herself, "Wednesday Addams. It's a pleasure."

You nodded with a smile.

"Y/N, would you like if we showed you around here? I know it can be hard to find places when you're here for the first time." Enid offered.

"Really? That would be amazing," You beamed, ignoring Wednesday's glares towards Enid for suggesting such thing.

You began following the two girls around the school. They showed you the cafeteria, told you that the outdoors area was called the quad, which you honestly thought was weird but didn't say anything. After about an hour of walking around the school and trying to remember the right paths to certain places.

"So, Y/N, what type of an outcast are you?" Enid asked after showing you to the library, Wednesday following close behind.

Your cheeks flushed and you felt an uncomfortable twist in your stomach - you were afraid they'd abandon you instantly if they found out about you being a normie. You sighed as you already accepted your fate, and reluctantly spoke. "Actually, I'm not an outcast. All of my family is, psychics to be exact, but I'm not. I guess the good gene really decided to skip on me." You closed your eyes as you felt the tears pricking in your eyes.

But to your utter shock, neither of them made a snarky comment or looked at you in a disgusted way. Instead, you felt two arms hugging you tight. Enid wrapped you in her arms and whispered just so the three of you heard- "Don't worry, Y/N, this won't change our opinions about you. We know you're unique, whether you have any psychic abilities or not. You're a special girl, Wednesday here said so."

You looked at the raven-haired girl in shock. You didn't expect she'd say something so nice of you so quickly. She just nodded her head in confirmation before quickly looking away to hide her embarassment.

You smiled softly at them, feeling a sense of calm washing over you. "Thank you, guys. It really means a lot. Uhh, could you possibly show me the way back to my dorm? I think I may have already forgotten."

"Yeah, sure!" Enid exclaimed happily before you three were again on your way.

You took extra note of the hallways leading to your dorm. You did luckily catch onto these type of things pretty easily so it wasn't that hard.

You were so caught up in talking with Enid that as you rounded a corner, you bumped into someone. You closed your eyes and were ready to fall, but to your surprise, you didn't. You felt a pair of strong hands around your waist, keeping you up and steady.

"Woah, there!" Ms Thornhill chuckled, but soon furrowed her eyebrows in worry, "Honey, where were you? I thought I was supposed to come and get you so we could go to the principal together?"

You widened your eyes as you realized, you had forgot.

"Oh my god, Ms Thornhill, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to, I-I was-" You started rambling nervously.

She huffed on a soft laughter, still her hands were on your waist even though you were standing up straight now. You blushed furiously and that didn't go unnoticed by the woman.

"Sweetie, calm down. I was never mad at you, I was just worried, okay?" She said gently, squeezing your waist assuringly before letting go. And for some reason, you immediately missed the contact.

"Okay," You whispered, almost forgetting how Wednesday and Enid were still standing beside you, observing the interaction you had with the redhead.

"So, are you ready to go to Principal Weems now? Come on, I'll go with you, bye girls!" She linked your arms and pulled you away from your new friends.

You quickly waved to the girls before disappearing around the corner.

You suddenly got extremely nervous about meeting the principal, how angry she must've been at you for not showing up. You're nothing but a burden to everyone, you shouldn't even be here in the first place.

You stopped dead in your tracks, and Ms Thornhill, who still had her arm linked to yours, stopped abruptly too, turning around with confusion all over her face.

She furrowed her brows, "Sweetheart? Is everything okay?"

You pursed your lips together and looked around to see if there was any way to escape the uncomfortable situation. You tried your best to avoid eye contact with the teacher, which only grew her more worried. There were a few students in the hallway, which only made you more anxious. Ms Thornhill noticed this, as she quickly placed her hand on your lower back and walked you to a more secluded corner.

Your breathing picked up and you could only think of how it would all come crashing down before it even started.

"Hey, honey, I'm right here, you're safe with me, okay?" Ms Thornhill tried to assure you with a patient smile.

"No, no, I can't, m'sorry-" You rambled as you still were trying to blink your tears away.

"Hey, hey, listen to me, can you be a good girl and do that for me?" She whispered, causing your breath to hitch in your throat at the good girl and your attention shifted onto her and her words. You vigorously nodded through your ragged breaths.

"Such a good girl, now, breath with me. One in, one out, just do as I do, okay?" And that nickname absolutely made something surprisingly pleasant on fire in your abdomen.

You nodded again as you watched her chest inflate and deflate again and again, and you did the same, following her movements.

If you weren't in such a state right now, you would've noticed Marilyn's amused but attentive eyes set on you as you kept on looking at her chest.

Over and over again, in and out, and it started to help. You weren't in a state of panic anymore, you felt surprisingly good. She really had helped you. Taking in a last big breath in and out, you sighed in content as you had finally calmed yourself down.

Ms Thornhill smiled tenderly and cupped your cheek with one of her hands, soothing her thumb across it. You smiled lightly as well.

"You did very well, dear. I'm proud of you."

You nodded to assure yourself everything was okay now.

"Do you think you'll be able to go see Principal Weems now? You don't have to if you don't feel like it. But I'll be there with you if you want to go, okay?" She gently spoke.

You thought for a second and then nodded, "Yeah, I think I'm ready to go,"

She smiled softly as she linked your arms again.

If only you’d have known that this was the beginning of something so incredibly disastrous.

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I’ve been watching all the divorce talk/divorce angst hitting the scene so I’d like to throw a curveball in the current divorce talk and ask what it’d be like to be married to daniil because now I’m confused how a functional (or at least as functional with him as you’d get) marriage would be like

Especially interested in how a marriage with him would look if he’s put with his spouse together during the events of the game…<3

Oh my a devil's advocate! or a Daniil Dankovsky advocate in this scenario?

Lucky for you I have been imagining the bachelor's love story ever since I wrote that divorce prompt first draft.

Let me paint you a picture of a much youthful Daniil, freshly into med school, one with a glisten to his eyes and a purpose in his steps. He knows he is destined for something greater, never taking his gaze off of his goal.

To defeat death no matter the cost. To vanquish that greedy dragon that's stealing people's futures, both young and old. Disappearing into the abyss to never be seen again, snaging one human at a time.

And frankly, medicine is hard, really hard. The university itself is merciless. Yet he still takes up courses in philosophy where no one but him approch the assignments with seriousness.

Searching for the meaning of life, for wisdom in the old scriptures dating back hundreds of years old. Immortalised on leather pages and passed down from generation to generation.

Maybe the lessons of old sages are what he needs to ready himself for this seemingly impossible journey, pushing the boundary of life as we know it, lifting the veil, and facing the abyss head on.

That's how the two of you met.

Sitting next to each other in a lecture and taking notice of one another. Daniil introducing himself with a polite greeting, offering helpful input with anything you might not understand.

While it might have came off as condescending to your other classmates, you quickly found out how serious he was on his offer when you asked him to look over your notes at the end of the lecture and he obliged. Using his own notes for reference as he fills the gaps in knowledge you missed, his neat handwriting directory below your own on the paper.

And just like that, an unspoken vow was formed.

The two of you manage to find each other in every lecture you shared. Sitting together and finding solace in one another's company. He is brilliant and genuinely passionate about his studies and goals. You're kind enough to indulge his dreams, to never belittle his earnesty, and he repays your kindness tenfolds by going out of his way to help you in your studies and else.

Effortlessly charming, a true gentleman without being pearl-clutching uptight. You never have to watch your language around him. If anything, he has his fair share of venom that is occasionally let loose on those he deem deserve it.

You still can't believe he argued with the professor on your behalf in front of the whole class. You never asked him to, but he had to bring justice in his own hands when you were clearly in the right, when the professor was treating you unfairly because of some petty reason or grudge.

It worked in a way that.

The professor had it out for Daniil since that day, but at least they left you alone, which was a success in Daniil's view.

Throwing himself into the fire and coming out even stronger wasn't a simple feat to scoff at. It was impossible for your superiors to keep up with him or even win a single argument. No matter what, his own knowledge and hard work speak for themselves at the end of the day in each paper and assignment he hands in.

As the months passed by, the two of you only grew closer and closer. People admired Daniil yes but mostly for his mind, he was respected but not loved. Courtesy to his attitude and always assuming he is the smartest person in the room. Not you though, you liked those traits in him, after all his confident was more than deserved.

You yourself stood witness to just how much effort he puts in, the long all-nighters he constantly pulls in a row. The outside material he studies to stay informed. Daniil's love of knowledge and discovery burned bright.

He learns for the sake of learning rather than just to get some arbitrary high number on a test.

Yet when he is misinformed, he is surprisingly humble about it. His ego and pride, which almost spelt his doom in so many situations, get so easily pushed to the side if it meant he can broaden his knowledge about a subject he's interested in.

He always made time for helping you despite all the plates he had to balance. Going out of his way to secure the books and study materials you need for your courses, paying for them out of his own pocket, helping you revise and soak in information better.

Even lending you his own bed when your dorm roommates were too rowdy or annoying. The same person everyone claimed was stuck up, sleeping on the floor in his own room without a single complaint because he insists you take the bed for yourself tonight. You deserve rest, and he'll wake you up when it's the morning.

For a long while, you were the closest thing to a real friend Daniil ever had among the ocean of acquaintances. You enjoyed his company, the good and the bad. You didn't get intimidated by his intellectualism, nor did he ever feel like he had to water himself down for you.

He could truly talk freely without concern that his speeches might get misinterpreted as an attempt to show off or antagonise you.

Especially when he first started picking up on Latin qoutes; the impressed look on your face was to die for. The awe in your eyes made his heart swell with pride. A satisfied smile adorning his face, your praise akin to a melody to his ears.

It's what encouraged him to learn and memorise even more qoutes, to perfect his pronunciation and sound out the words when no one is looking. To put in extra effort just to shine a little bit brighter in your eyes.

The two of you were in your own world, slowly falling in love. He truly felt fulfilled by your side, looking out for someone else and fussing over your well-being and health from time to time.

Those nights when you'd let him test his medical knowledge on you, witness him start as unsure without a single clue of what to do and slowly grow more and more confident as he consulted his notes. He documented your symptoms and examined you from head to toe with focused eyes.

You watched him learn in real time and test himself through trial and error.

At other times, you got to see the hidden side of him. The beetle collection he had growing up, proudly telling you about them and sharing all the interesting facts with child-like enthusiasm.

Each year during university passed by like a dream,

Most people in college were looking to spread their wings, getting addicted to the taste of absolute freedom and losing their track to late night parties and trying everything new and taboo.

And while Daniil had his fair share of letting loose and getting absolutely wasted in the occasional parties, he still showed up the next morning to his 8am lecture whilst hungover. Enduring the pulsing headaches just not to miss out on tests.

He never once lost his track.

Yet, the only time he ever looked away from his goal was when he turned to gaze back at you, trudging behind and struggling to keep up.

Extending his hand to you, that amused smile on his lovely face as he pulled you to his side. As he helped you rise above your own expectations and meet your potential. Guiding you through every step of the way.

It came to no one's surprise when just a week after graduation they received the invitation to Daniil's engagement party.

He took you to a beautiful restaurant, the crowning jewel of the Capital's culinary arts. Saved up for a long time for it, cut cost on his own expenses, and picked up longer shifts interning at the hospitals.

It was worth it. Every single moment with you there was akin to heaven. How beautiful you looked dressed to the nines, how perfectly your arm slotted with his, how much work and effort he put into his appearance just to match you in glamour.

Doctor Daniil Dankovsky, after six long years, he finally earned that title. And you were there in every step of the way.

You are truly irreplaceable in his life.

So would you indulge this selfish man one last time and spend the remains of your days with him?

He earned an even better title that day, your betrothed and fiance Dankovsky.

But like every star that shined brightly and stood out in the night sky, it burned out even faster than the blink of an eye.

Daniil wasn't restrainted by the university rules anymore.

There were no lectures to end and force him to go back to his dorm. The hospital shifts would be extended as much as his body physically allowed before exhaustion took him out.

The sky is the limit. The real world was Daniil's real freedom. With his degree in hand, he could easily join any slightly intriguing research program or start his own. He could establish connections and correspondence with the most experienced aged doctors in his field.

His theories were taken seriously by other scholars, he actually looked forward to attending discussions and meetings with people who were intrigued by his proposals, his reputation soaring through the sky with every research paper he published.

It was endearing for you, to watch him achieve his goals. Reap the results of everything he carefully sowed and maintained. To him life just started, the opportunities were endless.

To you, however? Not so much. Yeah you had your degree now, but with fundings being shoved onto Daniil's hand left and right by investors who saw him as the one who'll finally invent the next philosopher's stone, immortality, you didn't have a reason to work. Seated at the lap of luxury in a comfortable life with your fiance.

Your fiance, who's time together with you, was shrinking more and more by the week.

By the time he founded Thanatica, journalists were tripping over their own feet to land an interview with the most famous thanatologist in the country. The Bachelor of Medicine is finally home.

The changes were so gradually that no one can ever blame you for not noticing them. He still doted on you and cared for your health, but more with a jaded doctor's mindest who has seen it all.

His hands are cold as he examines you, experienced touches and bored eyes. The same person who once struggled to measure your heat rate years ago. Now, effortlessly drawing your blood through a needle with light hands, reminding you to relax your body.

Something felt amiss, you'd stare at his deep brown eyes and feel like you're forgetting something important.

You can't pinpoint exactly when that nagging feeling started.

Maybe it was when the date nights became less and less frequent, when last minute flowers bouquet would substitute for the heartfelt letters he used to give you each birthday and valentine's.

Or maybe when he kept postponing his own wedding because he was just on the verge of a breakthrough and could not afford a distraction at this time.

That so-called breakthrough taking years and years.

The two of you were the first of your class to get engaged, and yet almost everyone you've known in university is married with kids by now.

There are times, however, when glimpses of the past replay themselves. On an early morning when he's still in bed with you, cuddling to your side, his hair a fluffy mess as he scrunches his nose at the annoying sunlight falling against his closed eyes.

The times when he's self-aware of his own shortcomings, when the two of you are home after a long social networking party.

A half-drunk Daniil carelessly throwing his newly bought snakeskin coat onto the couch. Smiling at you with alcohol sourced confidence. Only he manges to pull off being endearingly smug so naturally.

Sucking up to rich people and investors all day, endless politics and hidden motives, this game of chess is growing dull.

Daniil wrapping his arm around your waist, bringing yours around his neck. One step, then two, a slow dance in the living room. How gracefully he manages to move his body while the wine seeps into his system, how playful he is as he twirls you around.

Forgetting the world outside, dancing despite the knowledge that death always lurks by.

How he confessed to you that if he could pick a moment to die content, it'd be this one with you in his arms.

Just for a moment, everything is okay.

...

Until the morning comes again.

And you're leaning against the doorstep, sleep weighting heavy on your eyes. Daniil's finishes putting on his shoes before giving you the usual kiss on the cheek.

the cold air stings your bare skin when he opens the door. The skies are dim, wind howls in the empty streets at early dawn.

You close your eyes, and the sound of the door slamming shut follows by.

Slow steps leading you back to your still warm bed, empty now. The covers engulf you, soft and comfortable.

And alone.

Time distorts, three days pass before he's back home. Three days of prefering to sleep in his office than spare a ride back home.

Goddammit.

You're not mad, you tell yourself.

How can you be mad? Not when he looks worn to the bone, not when he barely has the energy to take off his shoes before collapsing into the bed.

Months pass, you've stopped keeping count. The promised breakthrough finally arrives. The world forgot about Thanatica and Dankovsky for a while but this? Oh this revelation sets the country ablaze.

"Thanatica's team successfully bring back the dead" Is what the frontpage of the news claimed.

In reality, it was an experiment, an attempt to revive a small amount of dead cells, and re-energise the dish sample.

An attempt, which was finally successful after a prolonged battle, when the foretold dead cells sample with great potential finally revealed itself.

You attended, of course, you had to be there for your husband... No, fiance. yes, your fiance still. Sitting beautifully at the front row, a seat he reserved just for you.

Watching him from down below amidst the crowd, gazing up at him as the lights of cameras flash against his skin. Realising just how unreachable he appears so high above.

How small you felt in contrast.

How the room held its breath on his every word, how he looked truly in his element. Under the lights and showered with the attention of hundreds of people at once.

The acid in your stomach turned, your throat closing around itself.

How could your attention alone compare? Is it even enough?

So you sat there like any supportive partner would. Waiting for him to come to you, each time he meets your eyes, his attention is immediately stolen by a journalist wanting an interview. Each step he takes towards you is interrupted by a colleague blocking his way to give their congratulations on this amazing achievement.

How Daniil indulges every one of them, never brushing them to the side. No, it's you who gets the short end of the stick each and every time, losing to complete strangers.

It takes an hour just for him to arrive at your side.

He looks at you with the same glisten in his eyes, he has finally did it. Another achievement, another win, another trophy earned.

And he's expecting your praise.

The same look he gave you many years ago when he'd learn a new Latin phrase and wait for your impressed reaction.

You look at him with contempt, wondering if he even remembers that endearment name he used to call you by. Mea vita... how long has it been since he called you that?

Were you still his life?

You smile, forced and tried, it's still a smile.

He doesn't buy it, he's not an idiot. Something is wrong but he doesn't open his mouth, too aware of the eager journalists eavesdropping around the corner, of the cameras pointed his way, your way.

Thankfully, you can drop that smile after a brief moment since Daniil spots someone across the room, an important figure from the inquisition itself. His eyes widen for a second before he's immediately abandoning his seat and leaving you behind.

So you sit and wait. Hands in your lap, counting the seconds until it's time to go home.

That day marks the first time you experienced a real serious fight with him.

Sure you had your disagreements before, but the two of you managed to stay civil and always compromise. Daniil made it a great deal to point out how neither of you should ever stoop so low to the point of yelling or insults.

Oh how the two of you always made fun of the other couples who fought. Saying how it can never happen between you two, it was just impossible.

Reviving the dead wasn't the only impossible feat achieved that day.

You've witnessed his anger, you are very familiar with his venom and fangs.

You just never thought you'd ever taste it one of those days.

It was always directed at the unjust, always a symbol of protection to you.

Daniil got too accustomed to getting his way, too used to you being the pliant spouse. To always understand why he had to cancel that date last minute or why he couldn't keep his promises.

To wait for him home.

He gets to see you when he pleases. You have to make appointments and take into consideration his schedule. Even then, he might not always show up.

This thread has worn thin. It was only a matter of time before it snapped.

The next day, guilt eats you up for what you did, regret churns like poison in his stomach.

He's the first to apologise, to humbly ask for forgiveness after taking time alone to collect his thoughts.

You accept it, because the love you shared could never die. If you don't accept Daniil Dankovsky in this life then who else will? Who else but you can accurately read his mind? Who else endures all his shortcomings for the brighter future?

Who else but you can understand?

Maybe he's too ahead of himself when he sits you down and gives you a list of promises to hold him accountable for. Admiting he has been less than adequate as a partner, but he'd rather learn and better himself than stay in the past.

You look down at the paper, and the wedding is at the top.

Gradually, the two of you work together. You speak up more, and he learns to listen better.

The wedding preparation period put all you've built to the test, to say it was tense would be an understatement.

There were so many things to take into account, so many people to impress and invite, so many people to visit and trips to the bakery, tailor and so on.

So little time.

Daniil had to take a break from Thanatica for a while, he couldn't be in two places at once, and he really, really tried.

It left him restless, ate him up at night.

But seeing how much happiness his presence provided you during these important moments and decisions helped ease the ache in his heart.

Despite it all, the wedding finally arrived.

It was beautiful, perfect in a sense. Fitting for a fairytale, Daniil glowed under the glittering lights in his white suit, you looked absolutely divine.

For once, you too stood in the spotlights with him.

You could built a castle from the amount of congratulation baskets and flower bouquets sent to your address. Important people taking the time to attend your wedding and offer you the best wishes.

Alas.

If this was a real fairytale it would've ended there, the hero wins back his love and archives his dreams, everyone is happy.

The End.

The real world was harsher, brutal even.

Eventually, all walls need demolition.

And even the sky might come crashing down.

All the effort he made, all that you've built together, slowly decays.

Feelings of being unwanted, undeserving and unloved plagued your mind.

Obsessions drove his actions to achieve more, surpass more expectations, earn more fame. Neglecting his now spouse in his crusade against death.

In a more merciful timeline, the two of you are still married in the events of pathologic.

In that life, you made space for yourself in his world instead of waiting around. It was you who insisted you accompany your husband on this long journey to this unkown town.

Daniil held objections and concerns for your safety, of course. But eventually, you won him over be it with wit or earnest honesty of why you want to come along.

Not to mention, he does find himself working better when you're by his side. A stark contrast between doing his research alone in a cold empty office all night and the college days when he'd invite you over while he works on assignments.

Just having you nearby immediately boosted his efficiency, looking up from the headache inducing theories on the paper to glance at you sitting on his bed, doing your own thing, did wonders to his morale.

A married Daniil immediately puts a stop to all the flirting from anyone who attempts it, be it Eva, Maria or Andrey. He ruthlessly shuts it down and tell them to not bother, they don't stand a chance.

The sucking up to him however? yeah... he still eats that up. Your husband might be a clever man but if someone strokes his ego, he becomes more prone to falling to manipulation.

You would've advised him not to take the murder case, not to involve himself with the Kains or accept to help them.

Except that you weren't there at the time. You were still exhausted from the train ride and Daniil told you to go to sleep, he won't go far, just going downstairs to thank Eva for her hospitality by offering this room to you two.

Of course one thing lead to another and curiosity took the best of him, of course he went to the Kains alone and immediately fell into their mouse trap.

By the time you're informed of what happened, it's morning on the second day, and he has already digged himself into a hole by involving himself too much in this case to back out now.

He's an idiot, a clever genius idiot who needs to stop chasing shadows on walls.

But he is your idiot, the ring proves it.

So you guess a murder investigation case is what the two of you are doing now. Daniil isn't embarrassed one bit as he asks you to be the Watson to his Sherlock. Even when you point out that he'd fit as Watson better since he was the doctor and all, he still insists that no... his version is better.

Two people working together definitely speeds thing up. Daniil struggles to remain a gentleman in this semi-apocalypse of a plague. On one hand he wants you to stay safe inside at night and not risk running into bandits or looters, on another hand his rational mind makes a good argument of why its necessary to teach you how to use a gun if you didn't already know.

You put his lousy pistol to shame, to say the least.

But if you were someone who's experienced with a dangerous life, the roles would be almost reversed as he asks you to come with him during his nightly errands... No, he doesn't need protection he just....

Ugh, fine, yes. He wants you there to watch his back and murder others for him, so what? He is your husband, and you love him. It is his right.

His progress moves much smoother. While it would be more efficient for the two of you to split and do seperate tasks, Daniil would rather you stick together.

Deep down, he is genuinely worried about you catching the plague. The idea itself horrifes him to the core. No matter how capable you are, he still makes you wait outside the plague infested house while he conducts his business inside.

Actually he'd prefer it entirely if you waited outside the infected District but you're too stubborn and he hates the fact that you learned how to best him in arguments after being together for more than a decade.

While the physical benefits of having another person around are nice and all. The mental benefit of having a real friend, a lover, and a spouse by his side during this showdown with death is the real golden line.

He'd never have had his breakdown in the usual game events, you'd have kept his sanity intact had you been by his side.

Put all his whispering voices in his head to bed with a simple touch, melted all the self-loathing away with a kiss.

Caught him in your arms as he fell down from grace.

As the realisation that he is just human, just one man, downed on him in cold blood. That he is so much weaker than he thought, that despite all his effort and studies, there is so much he is ignorant about when it comes to healing and medicine.

That he was sent here to die.

And like a fool he dragged you into the grave with him, he should've been more firm, he should've never allowed you to come along.

But by the gods, you're here now, and he can't change that. It absolutely pains him to see you go through the same strife.

And Daniil doesn't even believe in a god but he still carries that cross around, just in case he's desperate enough to get on his knees one day, to beg their merciless eyes for your life to be spared.

At least you'd be the one to sing him to his eternal sleep. The words he told you during that dance still held true,if he ever could choose his own death, then he'd be content to die in your arms.

But you must remain alive, at all costs.

You must survive.

More than once he attempts to make a deal, to throw his morality under the bus if it meant someone could provide a way for you to escape from this town.

Willing or not, he will get you out.

Because at that point he lost faith in all of his skills, his degree as a doctor might as well be a glorified napkin. He knows that he knows nothing.

Wow that was long. I hope you enjoyed it anon!

Writing it was fun, especially young Daniil <3

#Beep bopp beep #Who reads tags anyway #♧Daniil #♧x reader #x reader #pathologic x reader #daniil dankovsky x reader #♧romance #♧fluff #♧angst #♧ex daniil #♧husband Daniil #today I ate a banana #and drank lemonade #it was tasty #now my blood pressure is down because of the lemonade and I'm stuck in bed #If i get up i might faint #but if i don't get up i can't get the sugar or salt necessary to rise my blood pressure #what a fucking joke it is to own a body

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chibiplumbobs · 8 months

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. Sims 4 Greek Gods Legacy Challenge .

I first came across this challenge by simmer CheetahAlyssa and wanted to put my own little spin on the creative idea she originally came up with :)

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This challenge is SPECIFICALLY meant for base game meaning no extra add on mods or external cheats outside of the game's original programming are needed to participate.

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Overall Rules:

The genders of the sims aren't specified to their referred God/Goddess. The challenge is based on personality rather than physical appearance, so have fun with creating your sims.

Autonomy must be switched ON. I recommend a long lifespan for your sims.

If your sims unfortunately pass during any time during the challenge before you can at least get the next heir ready, you automatically lose the challenge and have to start over (whats the point of a challenge if there's no challenge? Hehe)

If you participate, make sure you tag me with the hashtag ChibiGodsChallenge.

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Generation 1: Hestia "The Homemaker" (Goddess of hearth/home)

You begin your origins as Hestia, the first born child of the titans Kronos and Rhea.

Rules:

Must start as YA

Cannot woohoo or get married

Must have the Neat, family-orientated, and good traits.

Household funds start at base game amount.

Must remain a virgin and can only have one child through adoption. (The child must be adopted as either an infant or toddler).

Must like to cook and bake.

You must not have a job but earn money by selling food (via food stand, etc)

**BONUS: If you use a mod that requires more traits, then you can add the foodie and generous trait as well.

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Generation 2: Demeter "The Farmer" (Goddess of harvest/agriculture)

Used to life as the only child, you developed a love for the outdoors, and growing your own food from the ground. You spend your days surrounded by plants, the life of the country satisfies you more than the city.

Rules:

Must start when sim becomes a YA

Must have the traits loves outdoors, rancher, and green fiend

Must not have a job, but earn money by gardening.

Master gardening skill

Cannot marry.

Must have a child through a one night stand. Must not see the parent sim after pregnancy.

Relationship with child must be strict, and does not allow child to have contact with other sims.

Generation 3: Hera "The Queen B" (Goddess of Marriage/Women/Family)

You were destined to be at birth, and your mother gave you nothing but the best being the only child, but you grew up naive due to being so sheltered.

Rules:

Must start gameplay when you become a teen.

Must have the traits romantic, jealous, and snob traits.

Must fall in love as a teen with a noncommittal sim.

Marry your first love. (Partner must cheat during marriage and produce multiple children. A cheat can be used on partner for this purpose)

Have a bad relationship with your husband but never divorce or break up.

Must have a career as a style influencer, and reach the branch "trend setter".

Must have three children.

Must have bad relationship with third and last child, and kick them out during their teen years (this sim begins next generation)

**BONUS: If you use a mod that requires more traits, then you can add the high maintenance trait as well.

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Generation 4: Poseidon "The Surfer" (God of the sea, storms, and earthquakes)

Your childhood started off rocky due to the complicated relationship with your parents. You find yourself in Sulani and feel the call of the ocean.

Rules:

Must start as a teen and runaway to Sulani.

Must become a mermaid by eating kelp in the aspirations.

Must have the traits child of the ocean, romantic, hot-headed.

Must not have a job until you become a YA, but can earn money through fishing.

Get a career in Conservationist and branch in the Marine Biologist career once you become a YA.

Must fall in love and marry a mermaid.

Must have three children and all but one can be a mermaid. (If all three spawn as mermaid, you can change one to human by using a cheat. This child starts next generation)

Must have at least one child outside of your marriage.

Must master fitness and fishing skill before YA.

Complete angling ace aspiration.

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Generation 5: Hades "The Misunderstood" (God of the underworld/the dead)

Being the only human of your family, you often felt different from your family, choosing solitude instead of being surrounded by numerous people. Others think you're nonchalant and mean, but deep down you desire love and understanding.

Rules:

Must begin as a teen

Must have the traits loner, socially awkward, and loyal.

Always dress in black

Fall in love with a sim that has the loves the outdoors trait.

Must befriend at least 3 ghosts, and have at least one high friendship.

Must own three dogs

Must join the business career and join the investor branch once reached YA.

Cannot have children, but can adopt one infant or toddler.

Must have good relationship with both spouse and child.

**BONUS: If you use a mod that requires more traits, then you can add the romantic trait and dog lover as well.

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Generation 6: Zeus "The King Of Heartbreakers" (God of the skies and thunder)

From birth, you knew you were destined for greatness, to be the "wonder kid" of your parent's eyes. You were perfect at everything you did, and your parents spoiled you rotten, which is why you don't feel the need to settle down with just one person.

Rules:

Must start as a YA.

Must have the non-commitment, romantic, and self assured trait.

Must have a career in politics and branch into politician.

Must marry a sim, but cheat throughout entire relationship and marriage and spawn children from each side relationship.

Must have three children with partner.

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Generation 7: Athena "The Professor" (Goddess of wisdom/warfare and handicraft)

Your parents always considered you the "wise" one because you were always the child solver as opposed to being the problem. You spend your days with your head in a book, but deep down you have a angry side.

Rules:

Must start as YA

Must have the traits ambitious, genius, bookworm

Must not marry or woohoo

Can only have children through adoption

Must have a career in education through the professor branch.

Must master logic skill

Complete nerd brain aspiration

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Generation 8: Aphrodite "The Serial Lover" (Goddess of beauty/love)

You considered yourself your parent's favorite due to them fawning over your beauty your entire life. Life always came easy for you because your looks got you everything you wanted. Unfortunately, your beauty makes it hard to stay loyal to just one.

Rules:

Sim must start as a teen

Must have the romantic, high maintenance, and self-absorbed traits.

Must have multiple suitors through teen years.

Get married as a YA to a sim you don't attractive, then fall in love with another sim during marriage.

Have a baby with side partner. You are not allowed to have children with your spouse.

Your sim and spouse may NEVER divorce or break up.

Must complete serial romantic aspiration.

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Generation 9: Ares "The Troublemaker" (God of war)

Labeled the "trouble maker" as a child. You see the world as your own personal game board, ready to set chaos upon the planet. You enjoy fighting, and causing mischief for anyone you see fit.

Rules:

Must start as a teen.

Must have the traits hot headed, erratic, mean.

Must like mischief

Must fall in love with a sim already in a relationship.

Must never marry

Must have a child through a one night stand.

Must have a career in the military or criminal career (any branch).

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Generation 10: Apollo "The Superstar" (God of music/light/poetry)

There was no doubt in life that you were meant for stardom. You spent your childhood learning to play different instruments and singing in the mirror. One day, the world will recognize who you are.

Rules:

Must start as a child.

Must have the traits music lover, self-assured, and romantic.

Must reach level 5 of any instrument before teen years, then master it before YA

Must only pursue sims in a relationship.

Must not have a job but earn money through music (writing or performing)

Must have a child through a one night stand.

Must reach high level of celebrity status sometime in YA years.

Complete world famous celebrity aspiration

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Generation 11: Artemis "The Animal Lover" (Goddess of the hunt)

Ever since you were a child, you found yourself falling in love with the outdoors and the animals that lived there. A modern day princess, your soft spot for animals leaves your heart a little cold for humans. You decided to devote your life to helping the animals.

Rules:

Must start as a YA

Must have the traits animal lover, loves outdoors and Adventurous

Must own at least four pets of different species.

May never marry or woohoo

Can only have one child through adoption.

Must like animals, rock climbing, and skiing.

Complete friends of animals aspiration

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Generation 12: Hermes "The Mischievous One" (God of mischief/travels)

Since a child, you were a fan of pranks, and mischievous things. You often drove your parent crazy from the amount of bad deeds you did for fun, and found humor in watching people get upset. You gained popularity from being the jokester.

Rules:

Must start as a child

Must have the traits outgoing, goofball, and good.

Complete chief of mischief aspiration.

Enter the Entertainer career and branch as a Comedian.

Must like comedy and mischief

Must master comedy and mischief skill by YA

Must have 4 lovers, and have children by only one.

Must never marry any of these lovers or enter an exclusive relationship.

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BONUS!!!!

Generation 13: Persephone "The Gardener" (Goddess of Spring)

You lived most of your life in solitude due to your parent's paranoia. All you've ever known in your life is your home, and the plants in your garden. You yearn for me, and wish to break away from your parent's strict rules.

Rules:

Must start as a teen

Must have the traits outdoor lover, romantic, and green fiend

Must master the gardening skill

Must complete botanist aspiration

Must not have a job, but make money by gardening.

Must fall in love with one sim your parents do not approve of (their interactions should always be negative).

Must marry first love and have children.

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Check out the official Discord Channel HERE for updates and chats with other simmers!

Happy simming!!

#the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #chibichallenges

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anachronistic-falsehood · 3 months

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EPISODE 21 TRIVIA:

- CROP TOP KARATE KID

- "ashe is an edgy kid thats mad at his dad, but when you tried to get him arrested i really didnt know how he would respond to that"

- "wavelength has a +10 to deception." "YEAH, AND THAT SHOULD BE A RED FLAG"

- THE CHOICE THIS EPISODE. to go with either tide or mark. it was flipped! they went with mark bc in a meta way they thought that would be the most exciting/dangerous and going with tide wouldve been the safe route. this is not the case if they wouldve gone with tide something crazy wouldve happened !!! mark was the safe option. hehe

- now theyre all disappointed they didnt go with tide:

grizzly: "what happened, charlie? you were so set on going with tide at first"

charlie: "i KNOW!! because he was THERE IN THE ROOM WITH US and hes TIDE and hes my... FOSTER DAD!"

- grizzly: dakota would always go with tide no hesitation. the only reason he didnt is because william said otherwise and he trusts william (<< im literally always so fucking crazy every time he says something ljke this)

- LOTS OF WILLIAM CRUMBS THIS EPISODE. i havent actually relistened to it yet and charlie is being really vague about what they are so i dont remember but. apparently there were a lot of little conversation moments that were dropped in here that allude to wiwi backstory

- "mark is a bitch" << theyre so fucking mean to him in the rolleds all the tjme. free my man

- "ashe is really mad at him right now but if he lost mark he wouldnt have any family left" HEY YAKKO???? hey yakko im at work rn dont do this to me .

- condi responds to this immediately with "welcome to the no family club, me and dakota are already here" guys please

- chorus of "i love tide"s . these kids have a favorite divorced father fr. sorry. no im not

- AND THUS BEGINS THE INFAMOUS LIZARD DISCUSSION. FORGOT THIS STARTED HERE. OKAY. im so mad this happens almost entirely in rolleds because most people miss it and the payoff is SO fucking funny. theyre discussing power levels. and in the m&m handbook it gives like. template enemy statblocks and some of those are animals and for whatever reason theres just a WHOLE PAGE of this that are various kinds of lizards and they all find this so funny. bc pd at this point is power level 6. the first thing listed on that page is an alligator..... which is power level 7. "we are not even strong enough to defeat an alligator at this point, we cant even go to florida safely" "dont worry tide we'll come save you from your inevitable offscreen death because we didnt come with you and instead went with asshole mark" (bizly, in tide voice:) "dont worry, just bring 4 alligators with you" THIS GOES ON. FOR A WHILE. ITS REALLT FUNNY. this continues to be a topic of conversation for ljke the next 3 rolleds so prepare for more lizard power level discussion

- they start talking about tides powers and apparently they thought he could breathe underwater and talk to fish but bizly describes him as "more like a water bender than aquaman"

- grizzly said this was lame bc he thought it was the other way around but then charlie was like "listen, we already have aquaman on just roll with it and its gillion tidestrider" this is not relevant at all but i have to include every time gillion is mentioned outside of riptide bc i hear his name and my ears perk up like a dog

- anyway. CONCLUSION to that is that tide cannot talk to fish but it is unconfirmed whether or not he can breathe underwater. which i think is neat :]

- "do you think people let le frog rob them because they feel bad for him" "do you think le frog gets hired for childrens birthday parties"

WAVELENGTH HAS A PLUS 10 TO DECEPTION. YEAH. BIT OF A RED FLAG THERE. JUST A BIT

NOOO they could have gone with tide and had exciting times but instead they had 2 babysit mark the depressed widowed dad </3 thats ok tho i love when they have to babysit this grown ass man. i love the pd + mark winters shenanigans

"ashe is really mad at him right now but if he lost mark he wouldnt have any family left" WHAT IF I EXPLODED??? RIGHT HERE AND NOW???? HELLO

the lizards..... i an beginning 2 understand why overlord's reveal was so fucking funny. it was funny without context but the context is funnier

MAC GOING CRAZY ABOUT ANY MENTION OF GILLION TIDESTRIDER (A SEA THEMED CHARACTER). FORK FOUND IN KITCHEN!!!! (<<said very affectionately)

i like 2 think le frog gets hired for birthday parties <3 i love le frog. le frog i love u. favourite pd character right here. le frog u are everything 2 me <3

#jrwi pd #friend tag :3 #LE FROG I LOVE U!!!!!!

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kainereee · 5 months

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I'm not as big into twst anymore unfortunately but I will always have a soft spot for leovil and talking ab it w my close friend <3 sparked some points of elaboration I wish I could have explored w them more

I think they're a well-suited pair. In the one sense, they contrast just right in a way that can push and drive each other forward. The obvious is the way that Vil is someone whose way of showing love essentially is making you the best kind of person you can be. I can't pick any moments off the top of my head but Vil is someone who can drive Leona to look in different directions where the path he originally sought was closed off. Vil is someone undeterred by failure on the whole — it is not a road block but a stepping stone for him. And I think being around energy like that can really help someone like Leona.

I say drive each other specifically because I think Leona would be good for Vil in two senses. First, I think he could get Vil to chill tf out LMFAO. As admirable as Vil's drive and ambition is, like anything in life, in excess it can get self-destructive. While Leona isn't a self-help advocate per say and his nonchalance is formed from a place of lethargy, I still think having someone to pull you back when you're pushing yourself too far is nice. In the second sense, I think that Leona would be good for Vil because he doesn't give him pretty words. Vil is incredible, Vil is one of the best if not the best — but sometimes when you reach the top it can be hard to find ways to continue to improve. You face a plateau of sorts which can be frustrating. And if everyone is telling you you're beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, talented wonderful all the time ( which he is ) then that can only add to it. Of course there's Rook who keeps a critical eye, but to have someone to butt heads with and challenge you is also something I feel like Vil would find important.

With all these positives though I think there should be something said about the ways it could all go wrong ofc, and I quite enjoy the concept of leovil being together in the 1st year and having a messy divorce where they now share custody of Epel /lhj

I think there's something to be said about being in a relationship with people with depression. And I don't mean this in the sense people with mental health issues can't be in relationships because that would be ridiculous to say, but if they can be debilitating to a person of course they're going to affect parts of the relationship. Like I said earlier, I think Vil's love language is helping you to become the best person you can be. I think when they were together this would be something Vil would do for Leona in his own way — not in the sense of coddling him, because Vil is a tough love kinda gal. But it's difficult to help someone who does not let you help them/has difficulty with you helping them. Not only that but in the general sense it can be heartbreaking to see someone you love and care for slowly debilitate over time and it seems like there's nothing you can do for them.

On the flip side of this, I think Vil's pushing would be a point of contention for Leona. This isn't to say that Vil isn't understanding and wouldn't try to understand at times, but Vil is very much a tough love person. Vil gives me the impression that where you have a problem with your life the first step to achieving happiness is fixing it. Dwelling on failure and the past will do you no good and while this is true I think sometimes Leona doesn't want a solution. I think sometimes you just want someone to hear you, to listen to you. And sometimes even when the solution is so clear depression makes it so you just can't. You can't do it. It's not a matter of you being weaker or less capable but it is still a mental illness and it can be devastating.

Anyways I just think leovil are super neat and I think that leona is vil's babygirl who wants arms to curl up into in the dark of night as to not be alone with his thoughts <33 he'd also make a great housewife imo but that's not relevant

#twst #leovil #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #kainesplaining #im really just procrastinating studying as hard as i can

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drummergirl231-2 · 2 years

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So Goldie’s been living rent-free in my head for a while.

Personally I blame the movie Forrest Gump. I got on this kick of watching first-time reactions to Forrest Gump on YouTube (and by the way, did you know you can tell a lot about a person’s heart by their first reaction to Jenny?). Some of the comments on those videos were very inciteful, too.

Anyway, I’ve noticed some similarities between Jenny and Goldie’s behavior and now I’ve constructed this whole tragic backstory for her that I don’t wanna go into too much detail about here since this is supposed to be a safe blog as relatively trigger-free as possible (speaking of, I think I’ll put a seizure trigger warning on this because of one of the gifs), but anyway I’m pretty convinced Goldie was abused as a child, which would explain...

1. Her fear of vulnerability

(Sorry, this gif doesn’t have subtitles.) There are times when Goldie starts to let her guard down with Scrooge, just a little, and then she immediately puts her walls back up. Moonstoneflowers brought this up to Frank a few years ago.

2. Her preference to be in the lead

Goldie grew up in a time when men were in charge of everything. If a man close to her had abused that power, of course she’d be uncomfortable letting a man lead anything, even dances, and she’d prefer a brand of chivalry that let her be in control.

3. Her avoidance of domestic life

Settling down would mean entrusting her life to a man. Divorce laws were stricter way back when, and women often relied on their husbands for financial security. The idea of being financially dependent and legally bound to someone for life who could wind up mistreating her the way someone else had would be terrifying to her.

4. Leaving before she can be left

Someone made a comment on YouTube about Jenny and how staying in one place for too long would force her to ruminate on her traumatic past, so she was always running from it. I can see this applying to Goldie. She also probably feels like she’s not good enough for Scrooge, and would rather leave before he can reject her and that door gets closed forever. I can also imagine her leaving asap so she doesn’t get caught, but more on her con artist side in a minute.

5. Betraying before she can be betrayed

Sometimes it feels easier for victims of abuse to keep people at a distance, and as much as Goldie seems to crave closeness, it also scares the crud out of her. Betraying isn’t only a means of financial gain to her, but a way of keeping people who start to care about her from following her, and a way to prevent being hurt again.

6. Occasional violent tendencies

Sometimes victims of abuse try to regain a sense of lost power by being abusive to others. Other times, it’s just because that was the behavior that was modelled for them and they don’t know what healthy love is supposed to look like.

7. Becoming a con artist

Single women didn’t have a ton of money-making opportunities in the Victorian era, and certainly very few that would appeal to her. I imagine she’d have run away from home at a young age, and had to start stealing to survive. She probably performed in saloons at some point (since she did in the old comics and I think that’d be a neat nod, like her performance in “The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!”), but she’d have grown uneasy as drunken men would’ve catcalled her or tried to grab her. Frustrated that even earning an honest living left her vulnerable to sleazy men, she’d go into scamming and prospecting full-time.

And then she’d meet Scrooge.

(^Favorite Scroldie screencap EVER)

I could go on and on about what likely drew them to each other... you know, besides being stuck in an iceberg and forced to stare at each other for five years... but I think what it came down to is they wanted the same thing at the time: gold. Neither of them felt any pressure to settle down from the other.

Now, Scrooge has more or less “settled down.” He still adventures, but he’s got a family that depends on him who mean more to him than anything. As for Goldie, I think after “The Forbidden Fountain of the Foreverglades!” she’s realized Scrooge is more important to her than anything else she’s been after.

It seems like after this episode, they were “back on,” so to speak, but in a long-distance relationship. That’s probably what’s most comfortable to her right now. But it was nice seeing her get to the point when she realized what she wanted was a fresh start and to be with Scrooge. I think that was a big step for her.

#seizure trigger warning #ducktales 2017 #ducktales goldie #ducktales scroldie #ducktales the forbidden fountain of the foreverglades!

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iambutmortal · 1 year

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Chapter 4 for @elucienweekofficial Day 5: Sunshine

Summary: When Elain signs the divorce papers she’s sure she’s done with Lucien Vanserra. Until they’re offered the chance to recreate their honeymoon as a part of her job. For free. But reliving all those memories with Lucien proves leaving may be more difficult than she thought.

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Authors Note: I had a bit of a brain crash yesterday, so this was supposed to be for day four. I'm either going to post three chapters in the next two days, or two longer chapters to make up for it, sorry.

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True to Lucien’s word, Elain was confined to the bed for overnight, while he ran around actin as a dutiful nursemaid and she grumbled and complained.

“I don’t think laying under an umbrella outside is going to change anything,” Elain moaned, for what felt like the thousandth time. “And I’m sick of this room.”

“Too bad,” Lucien said, handing her a mug of tea. “Interview is in three hours and you’re not stepping foot outside until then.”

“But—”

“Nope,” Lucien said. “And both Nesta and Cassian agreed before you start complaining about how mean I am. You need rest.”

Elain pouted, but took a sip of her tea. She felt the warmth work its way down her throat, and was relieved to find the sip didn’t leave her running to the bathroom. After a night of sleep her stomach had settled considerably, but she would much rather play it safe than sorry.

“Can I at least start to get ready?”

Lucien huffed and glanced down at his phone. “Give it another twenty minutes. I’ll get you a piece of toast to gnaw on.”

Elain muttered something rude at him, but grabbed the kindle from where she’d discarded it across the bed. She was still only halfway through the book she’d started on the plane, and the heroine had ended up in a small town. With her ex. Really it was getting far too realistic for her tastes.

Lucien, cruel warden, did relent when he came back and saw Elain was managed to keep the bread down.

“Go take a shower.”

Elain practically bounded out of bed, slamming the door on him.

“But sit down when you blow dry your hair,” he shouted at the wood.

Elain opened the door a crack, just enough to show him her middle finger.

Lucien’s laughter followed her, something warm burning in her chest. She did concede to sit on the bed to do her hair, definitely for Lucien and not because she felt a little light headed after standing on her feet for too long.

“Ready,” Lucien asked, when the clock hit four. He’d thrown on a pale yellow polo shirt and stiff tan pants, to match the white and yellow flowered sundress Elain had pulled out to wear. His hair was back in a neat ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame his face.

“Do we look home and garden approved?” Elain asked, sticking the last bobby pin in her hair. She’d done her best appropriation of beach waves, pinning the front sections gracefully behind her ears.

Cassian wasn’t officially on the job as photographer, but image had more power than anything in an interview.

“We’d fit right in Cassian’s magazine,” Lucien said, offering her a hand.

Elain took it, letting him pull her to her feet. And then held it as they walked through the resorts, savoring the feeling of calluses earned from the gym against her fingertips. Outside the air was so humid she could feel her hair curling in rebellion, frizzing around her temples. She cursed herself for not bringing anything to tame it with.

She reached up a hand to try and smooth it down.

“Your hair looks fine,” Lucien whispered, before throwing open the door to the conference room they’d be using.

Elain was almost instantly wrapped in a hug. “Oh my gosh it’s been so long,” gushed Mor, giving Elain a squeeze before pulling back to embrace Lucien.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” Elain said. She had met Rhys’ cousin a handful of times, at the wedding and a few dinners around the holidays, whenever she could come from New York and had always liked the blonde woman. They’d had several long conversations over coffee on the latest fashion trends, or whatever celebrity was currently acting like a fool.

“I wasn’t,” Mor said. “But when I heard Viviane had you as an assignment I made her switch. She’s currently in Brazil covering fashion week.”

“That’s a hell of a trade on her part,” Lucien said, lacing his fingers with Elain’s and leading them over to the makeshift interview space set up. Three chairs, for Elain, Lucien, and Cassian, who was joining them later, stood across from the one Mor had already draped her red purse across.

“But I get to see you guys,” Mor replied, sweeping elegantly into her seat. “So I think I got the better deal.” She reached into her purse to pull out a small notebook and pen, both matching red, and flipped to an open page. “So,” she said, clicking the pen. “How are things going?”

“Good,” Elain squeaked.

Mor’s eyebrows arched dangerously close to her hairline. “Just good? A sharp decline from Christmas then.”

Elain could feel her face burning under the scrutiny.

Lucien tightened his grip on her hand, placing it on top of his thigh. “We’re in paradise, all expenses paid, with each other. What could be wrong?” His voice was innocently neutral, a perfect deflection of the question. God he would make such a good politician.

Mor tilted her head, golden blonde hair sliding over her shoulder in a silky sheet. “Alright, so what makes here paradise?”

“It was the first place we went while being married,” Elain said, meeting Mor’s brown eyes. “So it’s always going to have good memories associated with it.”

Mor tapped her pen against the notepad. “Bad answer. You could have stayed anywhere after your wedding. Why here?”

“Because I’ve always loved the beach,” Elain admitted. “We only got to go twice growing up because of money and both times it was magical seeing that much open water. Lucien took me to Santa Monica for our second date, so it only made sense to come to a beach for our honeymoon.”

Mor was nodding along to her story, scribbling furiously with her pen. “And Lucien? Why this resort?”

He cleared his throat. “I like to see Elain happy. And she never stopped smiling on our honeymoon.”

Mor gave a disapproving hum and Elain was reminded of why Mor was the top of the top in the industry. Every other interviewer would have gushed over that answer, and how romantic it was.

“And I didn’t get the chance to make a lot of good memories as a child,” Lucien continued after a moment. Because he’d grown up with his step father, Beron, who was by all accounts horrible. “So anytime I get to see someone I love happy I get a strong attachment to the place.”

“And how do you feel being back now?”

“It’s…different,” Elain said. Mor gestured for her to go on. “After three years we’re in a new place in our relationship retreading someplace old.”

“New good or new bad?” Mor asked.

“Just new,” Lucien answered quickly.

“So bad.” Mor underlined something on her notepad. “Elaborate.”

“It’s called a honeymoon period for, I don’t think people can be expected to stay in it forever,” Elain said defensively. “Not three years after the actual honeymoon.”

“Feyre and Rhys are still in theirs.”

“They’re the exception,” Elain said. “The rest of us don’t live in a fairytale.”

“Hard truth for a story about a fairytale honeymoon,” Mor said softly.

Elain was saved from responding by a knock on the door.

“Just a minute,” Mor called.

Cassian walked in anyway. “You’d leave me in the hall like a dog? I’m wounded.”

Mor rolled her eyes, but stood to press a kiss to his cheeks. “I missed you, you big oaf,” she said.

“Move back to LA then,” Cassian begged, taking the third seat. “Then I’ll never leave you alone.”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Mor flipped to a fresh page. “We’ll come back to that conversation later.” She gave Elain a pointed look. “For now, Cassian, what’s the best part of working here?”

Cassian launched into a spirited discussion about the lighting and angles the resort offered, how he framed his shots, and what he was planning tomorrow when they went into the jungle.

“A lot of houses today are sharp angles,” he finished, “which is interesting, how do you make set shapes look dynamic, but this is just so different and it’s really pushing me to the limits.”

“Amazing,” Mor muttered. She looked up. “Anything to add, Nesta?”

Elain turned around to see her sister standing in the doorway. She’d been so engrossed in Cassian’s explanation about his work she hadn’t noticed her arrival.

Nesta cleared her throat. “I hadn’t quite realized how much work Cassian put into this, it’s nice to know I can trust my sister to him. I always thought this was just some blow off beach job for him.”

Cassian shook his head. “It was never a blow off job, Nes. None of them were.”

Nesta looked the most regretful Elain had ever seen her.

“So,” Mor said, “then what is it like to work with Cassian?”

Lucien was nice enough to take that question, gushing about how good of a director Cassian was while Cassian looked sheepishly pleased with himself.

Elain watched over his shoulder as Nesta slipped out of the doorway and back into the hall, with one final look towards Cassian, and made a mental note to talk to her about it later.

Mor worked her way through several more questions, teasing answers out of Elain, Lucien, and Cassian, until Cassian’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out with a frown, scanning the message before quickly typing out a response.

“Is there a problem?” Mor asked.

“Sorry,” Cassian said apologetically, setting the phone down face first on the chair arm. Only to pick it right back up when it buzzed again. “I sent some concept photos in and they’re just now getting back to me.”

Mor nodded, waving for him to carry on, and turned back to Lucien to discuss what his possible political career held. Cassian was still typing, his frown deepening.

Elain leaned towards him. “What’s wrong,” she hissed.

Cassian startled. “It’s nothing.”

“Is it about what happened yesterday?” Elain asked, feeling guilty all over again.

Cassian shook his head emphatically. “Absolutely not. It’s something I’ll handle.”

His phone rang and he sighed deeply. “I have to take this,” he whispered, sliding out of the room.

Mor and Lucien were still deep in conversation, and Elain made the split second decision to follow Cassian out. She had no doubt it was about yesterday, and had every intention of begging for forgiveness to the producers.

She made sure to shut the door behind her, lest Lucien find out and chastise her for making it her responsibility.

Cassian was pacing the hall, agitated. “I’m not doing it,” Cassian snarled at whoever was on the other end of the line. “So tell them to shove it.” A long pause. “What do you want me to say? Sorry your face looks like that, I'm only photographing the other side from now on?”

White hot anger shot through Elain at the words. She’d never quite understood the concept of seeing red before now, but her body felt like it was on fire. She cleared her throat, catching Cassian’s attention, and motioned for him to mute the phone.

“Tell them I’ll walk,” Elain said. “I’ll walk and they’ll have none of their photos then if they want to say a single thing about Lucien.”

“Elain—”

“And tell them that I’ll also make sure everyone knows what ablest assholes they are.”

“I can’t—”

“Tell them,” Elain ground out.

Cassian unmuted the phone and put it on speaker. “It’s going to be a no from Ms. Vanserra on retaking from a different angle.”

“Tell Ms. Vanserra she’s not the one in charge of this shoot.”

Elain cleared her throat. “Well Ms. Vanserra would like to remind everyone that her brother in law is Rhysand Night, and I’m sure he has a magazine that would love to cover what Cosmopolitan had to say about people with facial scarring.”

Elain could almost hear silent panic on the other end of the line. Because Rhys’ dad had given him full control over their media empire, and he was currently trying to expand into the fashion space. Something Elain was sure had the executives on the line very, very worried.

“I think there’s been a miscommunication,” said a voice through the speakers after a pregnant pause. “We just wanted to make sure Cassian was capturing a full range photos from all perspectives. To make sure he wasn’t missing something special”

“I think Cassian’s photos are very special,” Elain countered. “Especially with the framing he chose to use.”

Another long pause. “Looking at them again, I think you might be right, Ms. Vanserra.”

“I know,” Elain said, her tone far too prissy for any model. There went her reputation for being easy to work with. “I’m glad we could come to an understanding.”

Cassian took the phone off speaker to say a few farewell remarks and then hung up.

“This is a new side of you, El,” he said.

Elain flushed. “Sorry.”

“No, no, I like it.” Cassian swung open the door. “Besides, knowing your sisters I shouldn’t be shocked.”

They both took their seats. Mor didn’t miss a beat, shifting her attention back onto Cassian to ask about the logistics of planning a shoot like this.

“All good?” Lucien whispered as soon as Elain sat down.

Elain smiled weakly. “Peachy.”

“Okay,” Mor said, slamming her notebook shut. “That’s all I need for now.”

“Really?” Elain asked.

“No, but I have a dinner reservation with Cassian in twenty minutes,” she said with a wink. “And I have both your emails if you need anything else.”

“Plus you two also have a dinner to get to,” Cassian added.

“Do we?” Lucien asked slyly.

“A little treat from us,” Mor said. “For putting up with my questions. And yes, what you have on is fine.”

“Now go,” Cassian said, shooing them off. “Do something fun that’s not photographed.”

“Roger,” Lucien said, taking Elain’s hand and pulling her out of the room. Elain had a sneaking suspicion Lucien was in on it as he led her straight to the beachside restaurant in the resort and to a table overlooking the sea, candles already lit. The same one they’d sat at on the second night of their honeymoon.

“You know,” he said after they sat, “you’re sexy when you’re angry.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” Elain said, mortified.

Lucien shrugged. “You don’t need to spare me. I already knew they were thinking it.”

“They shouldn’t have been,” Elain muttered. “Assholes.”

“See,” Lucien leaned back in his chair. “Sexy.”

“And it’s not sparing you it’s—” Elain searched for the word.

“Sparing.”

Elain sighed. “Okay maybe a little.”

“You can tell me things,” Lucien said, eyes imploring.

Elain smiled at him weakly. “It’s just hard for me sometimes,” she admitted. “I don’t want to rock the boat.”

“Calm waters are boring. Speaking of which,” Lucien’s eyes gleamed, “how long after dinner will it take for Nesta to find Cassian alone somewhere.”

Elain choked. “Oh god, you don’t think—” Lucien raised an eyebrow. “An hour, max.”

He snorted. “Ten dollars says he leaves halfway through dinner.”

“Twenty says he tries and Mor makes him wait.”

Lucien held out his hand. “Deal.” They shook on it. Their hands hung suspended, neither willing to let go. Lucien’s thumb ran down Elain’s skin, causing her to shiver slightly. It felt like middle school all over again, with how agitated she was getting by mere contact with Lucien. My romantic life has reverted to hand holding. Perfect.

“Dinner menu?” asked the waiter, appearing with copies in arm.

Elain went to drop Lucien’s hand but he tightened his grip, resting their hands atop the table. Another stroke of his thumb.

“We’ll take whatever you recommend,” he said, not looking at the waiter. His gaze was focused entirely on Elain, with an intensity that made her feel like she was burning.

“Of course sir,” said the waiter before disappearing.

“Your stomach feel okay?” Lucien asked.

Elain nodded. “I’m starving honestly. I think I could eat anything you put in front of me.”

“Good,” Lucien admitted. “Because I have no clue what I just asked for.”

Elain feigned shock. “And I thought you were so smooth too.”

“I aim to impress.”

Thankfully, the waiter had an excellent pallet, and the evening passed quickly, the two of them talking so easily Elain could almost convince herself the last couple months weren’t real. That this was their relationship.

And on the way out of the restaurant Lucien slid an arm around Elain’s shoulders. She leaned against him, resting her head on his chest. “You don’t have to set the pillow wall up tonight if you don’t want to.”

“Trust us to behave ourselves then?”

Elain hummed. “We’re both adults aren’t we.”

“I do want to do very adult things to you, yes,” Lucien said.

“That’s not what I meant,” Elain protested, smacking his chest.

Lucien pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know. But let me have my fun.”

Elain rolled her eyes, but didn’t pull away.

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