#and if i were to convert id need to take it

[explorations-in-judaism]

My interest in Judaism was recently resparked by a conversation with my girlfriend. She is a devout catholic considering converting to Islam. Her reason: she believes in the teachings of Mohammed and has been drawn to it for years.

I told her I had the same prolonged interest in Judaism but worried it wasn't enough to convert. She asked me what would be

I'm trying to find the answer but there's just so much confusion. I don't know if I believe in Gd and it's scary to grapple with how this would change my family. Judaism fills my thoughts

[ventismacchiato]

19 just playing the part — with the taste of your lips i’m on a ride !

scaramouche x g!n reader

You awkwardly stand outside your dorm building, hands in your pockets trying to hide in the darkness. You looked like you were someone’s side piece in your joggers. It was probably best if you didn’t seem like you tried to dress yourself up, and for Scaramouche out of all people.

A sleek car pulled up near you and you instinctively averted eye contact, assuming it was some pervert. The horn started blaring and you were about to go back inside the building when the top of the car rolled down, showing a disgruntled Scaramouche in the driver’s seat.

“Why the fuck are you ignoring me?” he called out, waving you over with his hand.

You make your way over, tucking yourself into the passenger’s seat.

“I thought you were some creep,” you explain, eyeing the interior of the convertible as Scaramouche rolls the top back up.

“As if someone would try to creep on you when you’re wearing that,” he scoffs, hands on the steering wheel as he starts the car back up, “Put your fucking seatbelt on.”

“What did you expect me to wear?” you say, feeling around for the seatbelt, “Why do you have such a nice car?”

“It isn’t mine,” he answers, gesturing to the keychain hanging on the rearview mirror of a penis with a face embroidered onto it, “Why would I hang that up on my mirror?”

“It’s kind of funny,” you shrug.

He gives you a side-eye.

After what seems like forever, but in reality, was just a ten-minute drive, he pulls in front of the nicer dorms. He turns the engine off, silently getting out and you follow, not knowing what to say to fill in the silence.

He comes around to your side of the vehicle and walks ahead for a bit before stopping, looking back, and furrowing his brows.

“Are you coming or not?”

“You were so quiet I didn’t know what to do,” you huff, following behind him.

“Do you need me to instruct you on everything?” he states, pulling out his ID as you got near the doors to scan you both in, shoving you in first.

“Finally bringing someone home?” a sultry voice calls out, you turn to see a blue-haired male sitting by the reception desk, raising up his fist in what you assumed to be solidarity.

“Shut the fuck up, Kaeya,” Scara grumbles, grabbing you by your elbow and tugging you along.

“Who is that?” you question as Scaramouche lets go of your sleeve to lead you down the hall.

“The annoying RA,” Scaramouche answers, making a left.

“Is Childe going to be there when we…?” you trail off, still feeling awkward about what you both were planning to do.

“Are you into exhibitionism?” he teases, finally stopping in front of the door near the hallway, “And no, he’s at a football camp for the weekend.”

“How do you even know what that kink is when you’ve never had sex?” you tease back, watching as he flips through the multiple keys on his keyring.

He gives you a brief look before finally finding the correct key, “I’d prefer to fuck someone who meets my standards, if I die a virgin because of that then so be it.”

“Are you admitting you’re waiting until you are in love to fuck?” you tease, following behind him and into his apartment.

You slide your shoes off and trail behind him as he leads you in. It’s much nicer than your dorm, and you marvel at the sight of the kitchen. All you’d been given was a mediocre microwave that hardly worked half the time.

He leads you to the living room, sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to him. You tentatively sit down, hands in your lap as you look around.

“Nice place,” you nod, not knowing what else to say.

“Anything is nice compared to the shitty dorms,” he replies, leaning back against the couch and manspreading beside you.

“Just take the compliment,” you sigh, tugging on your hoodie strings. You didn’t quite know what to do with your hands at the moment.

Scaramouche turns to you, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he contemplated his next few words.

“Should we just fucking get to it or what?”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, which in turn causes him to give you a bewildered look.

“That isn’t really romantic,” you chuckle.

“This isn’t supposed to be romantic,” he counters.

“But we should be in character,” you insist, gesturing to the both of you.

“An apartment shared by two college men isn’t romantic.”

“It can be!” You insist.

“Fine,” he sighs, reaching over to the dimmer and turning down the lights, “Is this better? Should I light some candles?”

“This will do because I know you don't own candles.”

“This is better because I can’t see your face,” he says, giving you a fleeting look before stripping himself of his jacket, “You’re going to have to come closer.”

“Why don’t you come closer?”

“You’re so aggravating,” he grumbles, but abides by your request and slides himself across the couch until your thighs are touching.

“We have to be facing each other,” you say, “Our necks will hurt if we do it like this.”

“What do you suggest then?”

You pat your thighs half-heartedly.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding, why do I have to sit on you?” he questions, narrowing his eyes at you.

“You’re wearing jeans and I’m wearing sweats, my lap is more comfortable,” you explain, gesturing to the sweatpants you bought in highschool years ago.

He eyes your lap which makes you squirm. If you didn’t want to be here all night you were going to have to break the tension.

“It’s just practice,” you reassure, reaching out to grab his shoulder, and giving it a light tap.

He lets you touch him before finally complying and hooking his legs over and across until he was situated on top of you, legs wrapped around your waist, and letting out a huff of annoyance.

“This is a humiliating position,” he complains, but makes no move to get off.

“What if one day you have to play the part of a bottom?” you laugh, the feeling of his weight above you confusing your body. It felt sort of nice.

“Shut up,” he says, reaching for your hand and placing one on his waist and the other on his shoulder, “Let’s just get it over with so we can eat.”

“Close your eyes,” you instruct.

“How do I find your lips if I close them? You close them.”

“I never considered that.”

“This is fucking complicated.”

“It can’t be that hard,” you insist, more to yourself than him, you had no idea what you were doing.

“Do you trust me?”

“Not really.”

He raises a brow at you.

“Okay fine, I do.”

Being this close to him you were able to take him in, like the way Scaramouche looked like a literal cat? With his dark hair held back that framed his face, and his slanted eyes, perfectly accentuated by the sharp angle of his eyebrows. His pointed nose and surprisingly full pink lips. Not a blemish in sight.

Maybe you should have cleaned up a little bit before he picked you up.

Scaramouche’s eyes are on yours then they flicker towards your lips for a quick second, silently asking for permission.

All of a sudden Scaramouche is leaning in, finger under your chin to tilt your face up to his and you let your other hand make its way to the back of his neck. The last thing you see before shutting your eyes are Scaramouche’s lips, which fall open gently the moment he leans in to kiss you.

The distance between you two is close and Scaramouche’s lips are soft against your own. Your body, tense from anticipation, crumbles into the abandon. The beat of Scaramouche’s heart is loud against your own chest, emotions lodged in your throat, and soft indigo hair curling through the spaces between your fingers.

Scaramouche’s palm is callused and warm against your face, careful as his thumb caresses your jaw. It takes a while for the two of you to find your rhythm, a bit awkward as you try to let your faces fit against one another.

The kiss sparks and fizzles and you pull back to catch your breath, eyes open to catch Scara chasing your lips again. And you let him, extra practice never hurt anybody.

He tastes like a faint berry and you let yourself become lost in it, just like your character would, before pulling back once again. You let yourself breathe as Scara slowly leans back, eyes on yours as you both process the last few minutes.

Your hands are still on his waist and his are still on your shoulders, a hairsbreadth apart.

“Your lips are pretty chapped,” Scaramouche states, breaking the silence.

“I bite them a lot it’s a bad habit, alright?”

“I could tell since you kept biting mine.”

“Why do you taste like berry, are you wearing chapstick?”

“Yeah, something you should’ve worn.”

“You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Edward enjoyed it,” Scaramouche corrects, retracting his hands and pulling himself off of you, “Not me.”

“At least it’s finally over with,” you nod, stretching your arms over your head. Your stomach felt funny, from butterflies or hunger was the question.

“Any notes?” Scaramouche asks from beside you, running a hand to fix his now disheveled hair.

“As in?”

“Like what can I improve on?”

“I don’t have anything to compare it to so I don’t know,” you truthfully say, “You were fine though.”

You both grow quiet again.

“Do you like pasta?”

“I guess so.”

“Alright,” he muses, standing up and making his way to the kitchen, “Cus it’s either that or ramen. And I’m not feeding you again.”

You have nothing else to do so you stand up behind him and follow him like a lost puppy, situating yourself by the bar as Scaramouche ties an apron around his waist.

“Do you need help?” you ask, more out of politeness since you didn’t really know what to do in a kitchen.

He gives you a look as he begins to turn the stove on, “Can you cook?”

“No.”

“How have you survived college this far?”

“Takeout.”

Scaramouche gives you a disinterested look before going to the fridge and grabbing a pepper, sliding you a cutting board and knife, and gesturing to it, crossing his arms. You swallow your nerves.

You slowly grab for it and the pepper, slicing the pepper terribly under Scaramouche’s judgmental stare.

“You’re hopeless,” Scaramouche grumbles, making his way to come behind you and place his hand on yours and the other on the pepper. His chest was against your back as he started explaining how to cut the pepper in your ear while simultaneously berating you. You couldn’t focus on the mini-lecture he was giving with how low his voice was near your ears.

“Did any of that go into your thick skull?” Scara questions, letting go of your pepper and eyeing it.

“I tried,” you lamely defend.

“It’s decent, but we can’t use it because you didn’t wash your hands.”

You fight the urge to point the knife at him.

just playing the part !

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synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

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author’s notes: stole the kiss scene from one of my fics 🫡 i tried to make it nice but also awkward 😭 hope you enjoyed you horny fucks 📸🤨 lmk ur thoughts in rbs, asks, and replies! and tag list is open again but send an ask cus i miss replies a lot 💔

[gothhabiba]

[ID: Anonymous ask reading "israel's policy of displacing arab muslims by settling in lands they used to live in (note that arab muslims being in said lands is itself the result of arabo-muslim conquests, so no i dont feel that teary eyed about it) is in solid part a ploy to destabilize europe by sending muslims there (the ummah in its great generosity refuses to take in the palestinians as a whole, they dont want refugees in general) who" message cuts off. End ID]

the rest of this message is complete virulent fanatical racism that’s not worth publishing, and of course this part of it is senseless racist blather as well, but this "arabo-muslim conquest" idea comes up often enough that I can almost convince myself it’s worth responding to.

first of all, this doesn’t matter at all in this context. like I said, genocide is just simply wrong no matter what. if you feel no sympathy as people are trapped in an open-air prison by the millions, trapped in actual prisons by the thousands with no charge trial or conviction, unable to have basic autonomy or freedom of movement, forbidden from harvesting food they need to live, subjected to racist discrimination and hate crimes even if they are among the Palestinians who are citizens of Israel, bombed and murdered by the thousands with nowhere to flee to, purposely disabled by armed soldiers and denied the means to support their families, raped (men women and children) with impunity by settlers and settler soldiers (men and women), shot at by soldiers as they try to work their own land, living in constant fear not knowing if they or their families will wake up to-morrow, not knowing if the crops they’re consuming have been made unsafe for consumption due to repeated bombardment by chemical weapons, having their children shot and killed with impunity while playing, having their deaths by bombing watched as entertainment, having their nonviolent resistance regarded as terrorism, their violent resistance regarded as barbarism, being expected to basically lie down and die, having the entire western media establishment cast them as the aggressors and the perpretators of their genocide as the victims of their resistance, having even people who are ostensibly sympathetic to them basically believe that they shouldn’t resist and are only sympathetic as long as they lie down and die—

if you can regard all of that without feeling any sympathy for the victims of it because of who you believe them to have been descended from over a thousand years ago, then no, you are not allocating sympathy based on any objective or enlightened rationale, you are just casting about at random for reasons to be racist until you believe you've lighted on one that makes sense.

second of all, it isn't even true that the modern population of Palestine (or the rest of southwest Asia, or North Africa) is descended from ethnic Arabs who replaced the indigenous population that had existed before the Islamic conquests beginning in the 700s A.D. I'm not sure what people who claim this is the case believe happened to the indigenous populations (where did they go? did they flee elsewhere? were they all killed? how could such a wholesale replacement have happened without being recorded in any account of history?). I'm not sure either why the idea that this happened is so remarkably persistent in so many different contexts amongst so many different people, if not out-and-out racialism that believes "Muslim" is basically a "race" and thus it's impossible for a population to be converted? I'm also not sure what people who believe this do with the fact that there are Christians, Jews, followers of indigenous religions, and other smaller religious groups in these regions. nevertheless, the Arabisation and Islamicisation of these regions (two different processes!) were cultural and political conquests that did not largely replace the preexisting population. again, not that this even matters.

thirdly, there is no reason whatever to believe that Israel seeks to "destabilize" Europe. that is fantasy talk with no correspondence with any events that have occurred in the last century and more. I suspect that you're conflating Israel with Judaism, and that this conspiracy theory is simply that old antisemitic canard that Jews have some secret plot to overtake the white races dressed up in new, bizarre clothing (shocker! that anti-Arab racism and antisemitism would go hand in hand! /s). Israel is a creation of Europe, its strongest diplomatic ties are with Europe and the U.S., it has no power of its own that it doesn't maintain because it is convenient for the colonising and imperialist powers of the world. what on earth would it possibly gain from this plan you've invented.

fourthly, the vast majority of Palestinian refugees (other than those who were internally displaced) live in Jordan, Lebanon, and Syria. millions of them. Europe, Canada, and the U.S. have collectively accepted about 1% of that number. what on earth are you talking about.

[the-broken-truth]

Missing Piece - Yandere Leona Kingscholar [Part 2]

Summary: Leona closed the business partnership deal with the new company and learned a few new things in the process. Now, he can focus on more important matters.

Broken (Pulling the shirt collar while blushing under her mask): There might be some language in this one that is not something I would usually write, but it fits the theme, so I will wear the Hat of Shame later. Now, let the words weave together.

Tag-List: @vee-love

Leona stood in the middle of the COO's Office with his hands in his pockets while he wanted for her to arrive; the receptionist told him that he was a few minutes early and the COO was currently taking a call with her mother - The CEO of United Industries. United Industries used to be a simple start-up company a few years ago but their message and motto, coupled with their drive to get things done with swiftness and certainty made them liked by everyone and businesses started signing up with them left and right; Leona hated to admit it, but this company radiated an aura that was more peaceful than his Father's Company.

He passed by the break room while being led to the COO's Office and caught a glimpse of it; it was fully furnished with everything a break room needed and even more. There was even a flat-screen television and 2 of the workers - a Wolf Beastman & a Human Woman - were playing some kind of video game while two others were talking between the vending machines, one containing snacks while the other contained drinks, however, they didn't charge money; a simple swipe of an Employee or Guest ID Card allowed anyone to get their treats.

He just stood there looking at the ground, calm upon his face but a storm of emotions dancing in his emerald green eyes. After seven years, he found her again; the one who had consumed his very thoughts since the moment he met her at the festival. Yuu was his world - the only person who understood him and his desires without judging him about them; he wanted her forever but he had to go and mess everything up by telling her to get rid of the symbol of their unity; the child that would grow into the Young Leonis. Leona cracked a smile when a thought crossed his mind.

'Leonis... She wanted to give him my name but made it unique; just like he is. He looks just like me with his mother's eyes and kind nature. My boy...' His hand reached up and grabbed the side of his head gently as he envisioned himself holding Leonis in his arms with Yuu by his side as the 3 of them took a family photo that would be converted into a grand painting to hang in the Kingscholar Estate. That's when the thoughts came back and started to taint his fantasy.

He remembered when Yuu texted him all those years ago and told him that her child would have no knowledge of Leona or his ties to the illustrious Kingscholar Family; which meant that Leonis had no idea that he was a rightful heir to the Kingscholar Family. The anger within Leona kicked up again when he realized that his son - his one and only son - had been robbed of the life he was meant to have as a member of the Kingscholar Bloodline.

He was meant to be draped in silks and sleep under blankets with thousand thread counts.

He should be dining on the finest meats and drinking the purest of juices for breakfast.

He should have been driven around and defended by the best guard while he attended the best possible schools!

He should have been decorated with the finest gems - a crown fit for a prince. He was a Prince!

Leona exhaled as the thoughts slowed down, he lowed his hand when he realized a very critical point, 'I was one the who robbed him of the life he was meant to have.'. He closed his eyes and hung his head in shame before inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, he opened his eyes and started looking around the office when his green eyes landed on something on the wall behind the COO's Desk.

5 Large Images were hanging on the wall by 4 large embedded nails, and 4 smaller squares were surrounded by a larger square in the center. Leona walked closer to the image without crossing the desk and his eyes widened: He saw Leonis & Yuu in the images taken at different times.

In the upper left corner, there are two people - Leonis and Yuu. The picture seems to have been taken at a party location, as the room is decorated for some kind of celebration. They are holding a large Vanilla Sheet Cake with rainbow sprinkles scattered all over it. Some words are written in blue icing, but it's not clear what they say from the angle of the photo. However, the large candle in the shape of the number 5 placed in the center of the cake suggests that it's Leonis' 5th birthday party. As Leona looks at his son's face in the picture, he is saddened by the fact that he couldn't be there for any of his birthday parties. Leonis looks happy with a wide smile on his face, which breaks his heart.

In the lower left was a single image of Leonis in some kind of Dojo, dressed in a white karate gi with his long hair tied in a back ponytail, his blue eyes narrowed in focus, his lion ears narrowed back, and a fist thrust out as he stood in perfect form. From what Leona could gather, this image was of Leonis' First Ever Karate Class judging by the white belt tied around his waist. Leona smiled at the sight and thought of his son taking up fighting styles as a hobby; the Kingscholar Male smiled at his son's visage in the photo.

The picture in the lower right was of Leonis and Yuu in the kitchen of some house; their house, Leona hoped. They were wearing aprons and their faces were covered in flour along with smiles on their faces as they were rolling out fresh dough with rolling pins; were they making pizza or cookies? What season was this taken in? Could they be making Christmas Cookies?

'Yuu still makes cookies? I love cookies. Now I want cookies. There's a store down the street, maybe I can get some.' Leona was thinking for a while before he shook his head, 'No, it won't taste the same. I want Yuu's Cookies.'.

In the upper right corner, there was a man carrying Leonis on his shoulders. This man had black hair with silver on the sides and blue eyes like Yuu's, but his skin was slightly darker. He appeared to be strong and muscular, with two silver dog tags around his neck shining in the sunlight. The tight black shirt he was wearing showed off his muscles, indicating that he was a man of action. Leona remembered Yuu telling him about her father's military background. Leona looked at the man holding his grandson with a look of pride on his face and felt irritated. That was the look that should only be reserved for him as Leonis was his son, his pride and joy. Despite Leonis being that man's grandson, Leona was eager to have his own son soon.

It was the picture in the center that really broke Leona's Heart. It was the day Leonis was born. Yuu sat in the middle of a hospital bed with a small bundle in her arms; that bundle was the newborn Leonis with his eyes closed, very little hair that poked from under the blue blanket he was wrapped up with and his small ears resting on the top of his head as he slept peacefully. Around the newborn and new mother were surrounded by people - people that Leona didn't know; complete strangers in Leona's eyes but he understood that these people were important to Yuu and he was not there at the moment. He lowered his gaze to the nameplate under the central image and his fist balled up as his eyes narrowed.

Leonis Sato - Lion Strength of the Sato Family

Sato?

Sato?!

He is a Kingscholar Heir!

Leona's teeth locked in a snarl as he looked at the nameplate; he wanted to reach and scratch out the surname before engraving his name over the ruin. Leonis was his son, his flesh and blood; his only heir. Just like Yuu, she was destined to be his from the first moment; he would dream about her taking his last name and becoming one with him entirely. Leona was drifting off into his fantasy world when the door opened and he looked over his shoulder, coming face-to-face with the COO of United Industries.

"Hello, Mr. Kingscholar. Thank you for arriving for our meeting." She held her hand out to him, "I am Marianna Walker - The COO of United Industries."

"Leona Kingscholar - President of Kingscholar Incorparated. A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Walker." Leona said before shaking her hand with a firm hand.

"Indeed. I noticed you looking at the pictures I have on my wall; nine pictures, don't you think?" Marianna asked as she looked over at the images with a smile on her face.

"I was actually more interested in the picture frame - I never saw a shape like that, however, the pictures are nice as well. Relatives of yours?" Leona asked; he had to play his cards right to find out just how the COO knew his son and future wife but he couldn't risk her knowing that he was Leonis' Biological Family; there were too many Madols riding on this deal.

"I suppose you can say that! The boy is my God-Nephew: Leonis! The woman with him is his mother and my God-Sister: Yuu. That little boy is the light of all of our lives and I love watching him grow up." Marianna explained; Leona wanted to glare at her, but he kept a smile on his face. "Oh, dear! We are getting side-tracked! I'm sure you are very busy on this day; let us get on with our meeting! Do you have the contract?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Leona said as he reached into the satchel and withdrew the folder that contained the contact; while Marianna was reading the contract, Leona kept looking at the images behind her head. He needed to get his hands on some pictures; he did have some empty frames he never got around to using.

[After The Meeting (I'm Too Lazy To Write The Meeting)]

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Walker; thank you for agreeing to do business with us. We look forward to future projects." Leona said as he started walking to the door.

"To you as well, Mr. Kingscholar! Have a pleasant day!" Marianna waved him goodbye as he walked out of the office and left the business building. Marianna smiled at her job before her personal phone started ringing, she pulled it out and smiled at the contact before answering her phone before putting it to her ear.

"Hey! What's going on?" Marianna asked.

[...]

"Yeah, I just got done with the meeting! We signed another deal with a major corporation! Things are really looking up for us! I'm so glad the meeting is over, that guy was really intimidating even though he was so kind." Marianna smiled.

[...]

"Yeah! When you are sitting across from a Freaking Lion Beastman from a powerful family like the Kingscholars with nothing but a desk between the two of you, you tend to get the shivers." Marianna said.

[...]

"His name? I believe it was Leona Kingscholar - He's the President of his father's company. Why do you ask? Do you happen to know him?" Marianna said.

[...]

"You went to school with him? Wait, why do you sound so pissed off right now?" Marianna asked.

[...]

"He what?!" Marianna yells before exhaling, "I need the whole story. NOW!"

[With Leona]

"Here is your order, Sir." The barista said as she handed the coffee to Leona.

"Thank you." Leona pulled out his wallet and placed a generous amount of madols into the tip jar before taking his coffee and going to go sit in a booth in a quick corner of the cafe. He looked at the coffee before he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, he dialed a number and placed the phone to his ear. The call was connected on the 3rd ring.

[Hello?]

"It's me." Leona said.

[Kingscholar? It's been a long time since I've heard your voice.]

"I usually wouldn't, however, I require your services. I need someone discreet and accurate to do a delicate task and you were the first person I thought about." Leona said.

[At least you know greatness when you see it. What's the job, Kingscholar?]

"I found her. After all this time, I finally found her, and I need to collect as much information as I possibly can about her." Leona said.

[Her? Wait, are you talking about Yuu? You found her after all these years?!"]

"Yes, and she wasn't alone." Leona said.

[What? Did she get married?]

"No, she's currently unwed but that is going to change in the future. When I said that she wasn't alone, I was talking about her son. My son. Our son." Leona said.

[What?! She had the kid?! She had a son?! Whoa, I guess that means Cheka has a cousin now! Have you told your family yet?"]

"No, I need to make sure I have what belongs to be back before I even think about bringing them around the rest of the pride." Leona growled.

[Oh... So, what do you need from me?]

"Information. Everything you can find. I want to know where they live, where Leonis goes to school, where Yuu works, who she hangs out with, who my son's friends and teachers are, any possible events or activities he participates in, the location of the Sato Family house, as well as the location of Marianna Walker - she's Yuu's God-Sister and Leonis' God-Aunt. I need everything you can find and I need it as soon as possible." Leona stated his demands.

[You're asking for a lot, Kingscholar.]

"This means a lot to me. I'll pay whatever you want, just do all that you can to get me the information you can get your hands on." Leona said.

[Alright, fine. Give me some time and I will call when have everything for the presentation. Talk to you later, Kingscholar.]

[Call Disconects]

Leona pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the background of his phone - a picture of himself and Yuu when they first started dating. A smile crept along his face.

"We'll be together again. All 3 of us. I let you both go once before... I will not make that same mistake again." Leona swore as he looked at the photo before sipping his coffee and leaning back in his chair, "Yuu makes it better."

[END]

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Hi Shalom, I am the anon who sent an ask about calling a shul last week. Before giving updates I would like to apologise for vomiting my anxiety all over the ask. We're strangers and you didn't ask for the job of calming my anxieties. I apologise for that.

Also, thank you for your faith in me, it gave me strength, because I did go to the shul. I was incredulous at myself, but I did do it. I had to go back to my home during the day as I had forgotten my ID but I still went back instead of giving up (the journey was one hour and a half total, next time I will remember).

The security literally used interrogator techniques on me, which I realised only later. I totally understand, I didn't know anyone there, I was not Jewish by my own confession, I could have been anyone. Anyway, I said if I shouldn't be here that evening it was fine (I didn't want to pose a security risk) he said "No! You can go tonight we talked about you."

What can I say about the experience but that it was- so much better than I expected. First, everyone was so opened and relaxed. I talked with two women behind me. I said it was my first time and asked some questions, and one of them was so nice. Said she couldn't read either the first time, that she had learned. Turns out she was a convert. I hesitated to tell her I wasn't Jewish, but I did. One thing I want to be is honest. Those people are literally putting themselves in danger, opening their space to a stranger, I owe them at least three time my honesty.

At one point during the office, I got teary eyes. The emotion of being there, honestly it surprised me, I don't really now what got me so emotional. Another moment, I felt like I was flying, wrapped in the singing of everyone around me.

Another thing is I was finally hearing people say Hashem, and Shma Israel and Shabbat Shalom and talking about the destruction of the Temple. It was as if I had finally found the correct dimension, you know?

It was so good. At the end the lady gave me her number told me I could text and we could drink coffee this week so that she could answer my questions.

The guy at the entrance told me to call the secretary to begin the procedure of conversion. I never said I wanted to, but apparently me wanting to assist to an office count as wanting to convert.

So, this has been a wonderful experience. I still I'm not sure if I want to convert or not. I will contact the lady. What I know is I want to learn everything, I want to go back to shul. What I don't know is, what level of observance can I sustain realistically over the term of my life? am I ready to confront my relatives reaction to this? And am I ready to put my children in danger over my calling to Judaism?

I will reflect and ask questions and think.

Thank you for reading, have a great day!

I want to start with: I am, genuinely, very proud of you. It might sound odd, but it is such an intimidating first step to take, and I can empathize with how scary it is. Additionally, I understand where you were coming from, and understood that these anxieties are hard to talk about with, really, anyone, but they need to go somewhere. Every step of the conversion process is a community project, even questioning if judaism is right will take a community to address. We can't survive alone in this, and I think part of exploring conversion is learning how to be in community. I think many of us grew up in hyper-individualistic communities to the point where we internalize shame by "stooping down" to seeking help. I don't want to assume what your situation is, but it's definitely been something I personally have had to contend with (and frankly, I still am contending with). So I truly understand why you went about your feelings the way you did - you didn't cause harm to me, I didn't feel like a therapist, and you it seemed like you needed community. That's nothing to be ashamed or guilty for. So long as we all remember that I am not an expert, I think we can at least have a heart-to-heart. My overall point is: I don't want for you to feel ashamed of needing community and asking for support, and I hope you don't feel that way. I'm glad you contacted me, and feel honored that you chose me to speak about it with. That's crazy to think about (in a good way, of course)!

I truly have so much faith in your path, and I found myself relating heavily in what you've expressed. I absolutely don't want to tell you what you ought to do, but I really hope you continue this journey no matter where it leads you. Keep asking those big questions - learning about what your needs are is so important. I can't answer them for you, and I don't want to assume that you want me to answer those for me, but if you ever want to talk, know that this blog is an option if you want it to be. All of this is a community effort. Chase the happiness. You deserve that, literally, at the very least

[ssspringroll]

ok time for an info post about my edited stuff folder and also some new additions to it

a lot of these are pyxis edits, but the others are also creators who dont seem to be active anymore. but if anyone is the original creator of one of the things ive edited and you're mad at me for posting my edit... sowwy. ill take it down if you ask nicely ♥

ssspringrollIntergalacticSpotsM.package

edit of: https://pyxiidis.blogspot.com/2018/02/intergalactic-supernatural-overlays.html

description: so it turns out all these years, the fem frame version of the intergalactic overlay was a little different from the masc frame and i never noticed. so i made a little add on edited version of the fem frame overlay so it fits the masc frame.

before -> after (there's shoulder spots now)

its available in all the original colors. theres 2 versions of each color though, since there were slightly different leg opacities for the masc and fem versions and i couldnt decide which one to go with. they are very minuscule differences, the shoulder spots are really the main event.

feel free to recolor this in other palettes, id appreciate it actually. took a lot of fiddling to get those spots to line up right, please! please use my edit and make recolors!

this shows up in cas (for m frame only, theres no point for f frame, they already have it) as a separate cas part. the thumbnail is the same as the original, except i slapped the word 'EDITED' over top in big red letters. hopefully you will see it.

ssspringrollPrettyVisitorsHeterochromia.package

edit of: http://pyxiidis.blogspot.com/2017/04/pretty-visitors-eyeset.html

description: heterochromia. the meshes are by me (not that i can take much credit for them, its an ea eyeball thats slightly larger than usual. thats it.) but there are L and R meshes for each age (infant to TYAE) feel free to recolor in other eye sets, the mesh follows my usual TOU. the textures, obviously, are not mine. i don't know if i managed to squeeze every swatch from the pretty visitors eyes in there, but i know for a fact all the human colors, the pooklet colors, and some other alien colors are in there. I did not do the vampire colors. sorry. maybe some day.

found in face scar and neck scar (in skin details) but feel free to re slot them to other categories for your convenience. left and right cheek might also be a good spot for them. there are two cas items, L and R, so i wanted them to be sort of close together, thats the only reason i picked the spots i did.

incompatible with glasses.

demondays

edit of: https://pyxiidis.tumblr.com/post/177241795736/demon-days-vampire-stuff-by-pyxis-some-things

description: the original texture of the gradient limb overlays was bleeding out of the leg area a little bit, which clipped into the texture area of some wicked whims body parts, making unexpected splotches. i just trimmed it back a little so it shouldn't do that anymore.

eyes

edit of: https://pyxiidis.blogspot.com/2017/11/arachnophobia-accessory-spider-eyes.html AND https://www.patreon.com/posts/29118520 (v2)

description: converted for all ages. the meshes are addons and should be installed alongside the originals, the arachnophobia overlays (PYXIS_Arachnophobia_SpiderEyes_FaceMarkingDetails_upperRightArmTat.package, etc.) are direct edits of the original package files. Delete the old packages with the same names and replace them with my edits, if you want the overlays to be available for all ages. You don't need the overlays for the meshes to work, though.

An additional slot has been made available for infants -> children in the eye details section. The meshes will not be found in that category for teens and up, just the tots.

Waay'los' folder

this sections formatted a lil different. dont worry about it.

PYXIS_Siren_MermaidGills

edit of: http://pyxiidis.blogspot.com/2018/05/siren-mermaid-accessories.html

description: edited warehouse data so that necklaces can be worn at the same time as the gills. the mesh has not been edited, so compatibility with very close-fitting necklaces like chokers is not likely (gills are bulky and will clip) but i figured thats no reason to close off the option entirely. so necklaces are allowed now. also, i changed the categories. the packages claiming to be necklaces are found in mouth scar and the ones claiming to be rings are found in face scar (skin details section, towards the bottom near acne)

⚠ NSFW [MiniGiles]LoveBelow SkyrimFantasies Reptilia Male

edit of: i dont think this ones available anymore i will be honest. i can't find a link

description: tweaked positioning of the mesh so it lines up a little better with animations. also tweaked the weight painting and uv map. it doesnt animate quite right all the time, but it gets the job done. should still show up in the ww body selector (does for me, anyway)

⚠ NSFW ssspringrollReptiliaOverlays.package

edit of: this ones original content

description: gradient overlays for the reptilia body parts in the same basic rainbow palette as my overlay minipack. found in body scar (right leg). really nothing fancy, just for a little bit of personalization. should be color slider mod compatible

no custom thumbnail

ssspringrollHorns

edit of: https://flapjack-sims.tumblr.com/post/114810983191/horns-for-sims-4-ive-noticed-the-lack-of-horns-in (MESH) https://cherryvanillasims.tumblr.com/post/163956398575/flapjacks-thicc-horns-forehead-in-noodles (RECOLORS)

description: moved the uv map and textures so now the horns are compatible with hats (and any other accessories that use the hat texture space, like lots and lots of the wing cc thats out there)

changed the category to acne. there's two packages of these horns, i think the textures are ever so slightly different between them, but its negligible. I'd recommend the ssspringrollHornsEditedForMyBoy.package version, if you don't want to grab both (which you can, they appear as two separate cas parts)

no custom thumbnail. i dont know if these require the mesh. i dont remember.

Disclaimers:

Just because I've edited these pieces of cc does not mean I'm adopting them. I cannot promise I will offer support if something breaks.

Lots of these are edits of my own personal package files, rather than edits of freshly downloaded versions. They may have been batch fixed, re-slotted, renamed, or otherwise edited over the years I have had them in ways I no longer remember.

Okay looks like thats everything for now.

I will probably add to this pile eventually, but until then, bye bye.

shoutout to @/occultradio for requesting most of the edits that aren't in the Waay'los folder. i straight up did not notice the shoulder spots until they pointed it out and likely wouldnt have done any of the other stuff either if they hadn't asked lol

[brightymir]

𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 || 𝐠. 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

》 contains: language, description of jujutsu exorcism, workaholic reader, soft satoru, long dialogues

》 genre: light angst, h/c

》 wc: 2.4k

》 satoru gojo x gn!jujutsu sorcerer!reader

》 a/n: hello! i've been away for the past three months and i'm sincerely sorry for that. acads have been driving me crazy and took up so much of my time which made me incapable of writing something new. i've been in a toru brainrot lately so here's a little something for you all. lately, i found myself exploring relationship dynamics and common conflicts between couples so i hope you enjoy this, thank you for your continued support. ilysm!

》 reader can produce waves of cursed energy like gojo's red & blue. after exorcising a curse, reader can absorb the curse's energy and convert it into her own.

"emerge from the darkness, blacker than black. purify that which is impure," you muttered and watched as the skyscraper became covered with a veil, unseen to the outside world and ordinary humans. calmly walking up the stairs and tracing the powerful cursed energy inside the building, you played with the keys of your private jet. you were about to fly back to japan when you were called back to take care of a second grade curse lurking in the west end of london.

the sun was making its way up the sky, slowly rising and providing warmth to the city. it was a little past 11 in the morning. however, you knew well that the sun has already set in tokyo, and you needed to hurry up to make sure that the plans you made for your anniversary won't go to waste.

"for our anniversary, i will not forgive you if you aren't here by 12 noon. i could be asking you to be here at exactly midnight, but i know that you're in demand there. 12 noon exactly, or else!"

you chuckled as you remembered his words over the phone two weeks ago. you were well aware that you need to fulfill this request of his since you failed to come home for his birthday (for two consecutive years) and even missed out on other events wherein he needed your presence.

stopping at the seventh floor, you were faced with a spherical creature which had massive rings around it, resembling the planet saturn. it had numerous eyes decorating the expanse of it, and two large mouths with lots of sharp teeth. it was floating aimlessly, with a trail of tiny more spheres trailing behind it.

it looked like a biblically accurate angel.

you extended your arm and with a snap of your fingers, a wave of cursed energy in a shade of green emitted from the tips of your fingers, going straight to the cursed spirit. it burst from the impact and disintegrated to pieces. your eyebrow rose slowly when you were not able to absorb its energy.

huh? not yet finished? is this not the main body?

you walked closer to the tiny pieces of the creature and laughed in amusement as you saw thousands of tiny marbles charging straight at you. the scene was both funny and cute at the same time, but you knew that they were also quite dangerous.

without wasting any more time, you snapped your fingers once again, emitting another wave which lasted for seventeen seconds before the curse was completely exorcised. you absorbed its energy and stored it within you, beginning to convert it as you walked out of the building.

you got into your car and was about to drive towards the airport when your phone rang. you grunted and had the urge to ignore it when you saw the caller id. three more calls were made before you parked in a sidewalk and picked up the call.

"what is it this time, hara?" she was your assistant of some sort, has been taking care of your personal and professional matters ever since you could remember. you could hear her ragged breathing and panting over the phone as you can hear crashing sounds in the background.

"madame, my deepest apologies. i know you must be on your way to tokyo but, your assistance is greatly needed here in rome. there are several first grades who have gathered in the colosseum." she said quickly before the call ended.

your eyes flew to the clock which read 11:32 a.m. which meant that it was 7:32 in the evening now in japan.

you drove straight to the airport and made your way towards your private jet. it will take almost 12 hours to make it to tokyo, you needed to get going now to not upset your boyfriend and be there at exactly 12 noon, jst.

you sat down and waited for takeoff, leaning back on your seat. your phone rang once, twice, thrice. all from the same caller; hara.

gojo sat on the table, and varieties of food splayed out on the table. authentic japanese cuisine were plated elegantly, waiting to be consumed and appreciated. he played with his fork, twirling it on his fingers as the food began to go cold. his eyes glanced towards the clock, letting out a sigh as a frown made it way on his face to express his displeasure.

14:07. the clock read.

he grimaced when he heard the front door open, heavy footsteps slowly getting louder as it neared the dining area and with the cursed energy he felt, he knew.

you plastered a small smile on your lips and walked calmly towards him, attempting to hide the tiredness in your voice. you stood still behind him as he sat on the table, head not bothering to turn around, nor did he stand up to greet you.

bending down, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tilted your head, planting a soft kiss on his temple. you continued to hug him from behind, no response or reaction coming from him.

"toru... i missed you, so much. happy anniversary." you muttered softly to try not to startle him. with his back turned to you, you found it hard to gauge his mood and moreso his reaction. arms remained clasped around his chest while your head rested on his shoulders for a few seconds before you retracted and stood up straight, walking on the opposite side of him and taking a seat on the chair.

scanning your eyes across the table, you saw so much japanese food and most of it were your favourites or the dishes that you have been craving for the past year. your eyes flew up to gojo's which were trained on the plate in front of him. he refused to meet your eyes, his lips sealed shut.

he's upset. possibly even mad. or disappointed.

"i'm sorry. i was at the airport already at 12 noon yesterday but things came up at rome so i had to rush there. i was only able to leave at 6 last night. i'm really sorry, toru. but, it's only two hours, we can still do a-"

"only? only two hours? oh, it seems like your time isn't too precious when you're with me. do you not realize how difficult it is to even have our own private time, our own time wherein we can be ourselves? do i need to pay now for your time?" he spoke up and eyes flickered up to you. the blue hues of it laced with hurt and sadness, glossed by tears he was keeping at bay.

"why do you always have to be the most powerful? why do i always have to be the strongest? can't i just be your satoru? can't you just be my lover?"

his voice began to crack along with your heart as you saw a drop of tear escape from his eyes.

he was right, and you knew damn well he was not being petty like he usually does. your toru was really hurt and upset this time, and it was all because of you and your unrelenting dedication to your profession.

he, too, is dedicated. but he always found time for you.

how about you?

you took a deep breath and reached for his hand, holding it in you grip with gentleness, wanting to sooth what he felt at that moment. his eyes traveled down your hands as he bit his lower lip to prevent more tears from falling down his face.

"i have no excuses, toru. i'm really sorry that i arrived late and failed to fulfill your wish. i'm so sorry that i have been absent in this relationship for so many times. i haven't been putting as much as effort as you do, and i feel so much remorse for that. but, love, please allow me to make it up to you, to make it right, to prove myself worthy of your love" you said as tears brimmed at your waterline, threatening to spill out anytime soon.

he stood up and knelt by your side, pulling you in for a hug. "you don't have anything to prove, baby. whether it's the you right now who's a special grade, or the you from the past who struggled with black flash, i love you just the same, maybe even more with each passing day." he ran his hands through your hair.

"you had all the time in the world for me back then, i don't know how things changed, how your time suddenly became like a treasure i couldn't afford to obtain. when did it get so hard to give me your time?"

"i just, i just want you. not the special grade sorcerer you. just you. i just don't want to feel like i have to beg for your time, i don't want to feel like i'm a hindrance to you-" you cut his words off with a light kiss to his lips.

god, how have you neglected this man so bad to the point that he begins to question himself and his worth? your damage must be too much to make the great gojo satoru question his worth.

you pulled back and saw the vast ocean of his eyes which reflected all the love he has for you and all the love he can and will give to you. gojo satoru is a man full of love, if only you knew that and were willing to take it all.

"love, you never have to fight or pay for my time. it's always yours, no questions asked. i haven't been the best partner and i'm aware of my shortcomings. i will be better, i will be the best lover, toru. your best, your only one." you said in a hoarse voice which is a result of fighting back tears, before pulling him in for another hug, planting a kiss on his forehead before doing so.

"i'm never the most powerful with you, darling. i'm the most vulnerable when i'm with you. because, you are the source of my everything, i'd cease without you. i'm so sorry that i made you feel that way, hon. i never meant to, it was never my intention to make you feel unwanted and unloved. i never wanted to make you feel like i was out of your reach" you continued and ran your hand against his back, so as to comfort him.

"no force or cursed spirit could ever rip me apart from you. over my damned dead body. my heart is always yours, love" you reassured and continued to hug him firmly, to let him know that you are there, for him.

he sniffled and played with the ends of your hair, and you could already feel a pout forming on his face, making you smile lightly. he pulled away and stood up, pulling you up in the process.

he extended his open palm towards you and quirked an eyebrow, "passport?" he demanded and turned his head to the side. you chuckled and retrieved it from your pocket, handing it over to him.

"here you go, boss baby" you said lightly and he took it, looking to see if it was your current one. he put it in his pocket and crossed his arms, a pout evident on his lips.

"not leaving til i allow you. those damned higher ups keep sending you away to foreign lands. what if you find someone bet- i mean, why don't they go themselves!" he sulked and stopped at the middle of his sentence, realizing that he was sounding jealous.

you let out a hearty laugh which made his eyes sparkle with relief and joy. his eyes then flickered down to your abdomen. he took your hand and led you to the living room, making you sit on the couch. he walked off and returned a few second later with a first aid kit.

he sat down beside you and lifted your shirt. "stupid six eyes, i didn't realize immediately that you were injured" he muttered and began to replace the bandage on your stomach. hara have already tended to it on the plane, but you let your boyfriend do what he wanted to do, giving you an opportunity to study his features up close.

unable to resist, you pulled him close and kissed every inch of his face that your lips landed upon. he let out a contented sigh as his arms snaked around your waist. a loud ringtone broke the moment of serenity between you two. you glanced at the table where your phone lit up with a call.

Headquarters, Sydney

your eyes gazed up at satoru whose eyes were glaring at your phone, while his arms remained snaked around your waist. you let out a soft sigh and grabbed the opened bottle of yogurt drink on the table. twisting the lid, you emptied its contents onto your phone, which went silent after a few seconds as the screen turned black.

his eyes went back to your form and gave you a large grin.

oh no.

gojo satoru's back.

"so, what sweets do you have for me?" he said gleefully as he made his way towards your baggages. you snorted and followed shortly behind him.

"it depends, how will you pay me back? i spent a fortune on those chocolates" you replied with a laugh. he looked at you and wiggled his eyebrows and proceeded to lick his lips right after.

"ugh! satoru!!! ew! no candies for you!" you protested in disgust and began to hug your luggage which was filled with your gifts for him.

the rest of your anniversary were spent with laughter and bliss, finally feeling at peace and ease with your person. the fatigue you experienced the day prior could never amount to the happiness and relief that was blooming in your chest at the moment.

satoru's eyes glimmered with contentment and warmth, the icy blue hues softening whenever it landed on your figure. the wide grin on his face was not a teasing one, but one that was filled with genuine joy and love.

as you were both pressed up against each other deep in the night, your loud heartbeats clearly heard, you both knew that no matter how many hours apart you were, your hearts were as close as ever.

and you both smiled into the kiss, sealing a promise of forever.

© 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑 2023 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms without permission. thank you.

[stylecouncil]

ignore your lame anon and tell me some fun facts about that mormon guy

how dare you call him that mormon guy but I’ll ignore it because I love you. hunky dory is his mission. that’s one of the fun facts he said he found hunky dory at 19 and never went on a mission trip, so that was his mission. his parents met in a trailer park. he moved to a town with no stoplight when he was 9 but ran off back to vegas when he was 16 and got a fake id. his father was an alcoholic from a long line of alcoholics who his mom would take brandon with her to look for drunk in casinos but stopped drinking when he converted to mormonism (so there are layers here). he used to say he gets angry when he sees happy college students and he still gets a bit of an ache about it because it was never an option for him. he was a fat kid who got called a fag and felt completely out of place. andy of andy you’re a star fame is a real person he went to school with. he used to religiously read every morrissey and noel gallagher interview he could get his hands on. he stole morrissey demos from morrisseys guitarists bag when he was a bellhop. he kept the teacup morrissey drank out of when he came into the restaurant he worked at. he stalked morrissey for an entire night at a hotel while morrissey knew what he was doing the entire time. his first band was a synth pop band called blush response with a guy named trevor he met at a golf course job who he felt like was one of the first people he ever truly clicked with. they bonded over morrissey and depeche mode and the pet shop boys erasure etc they used to dye each others hair black. and when brandon was kicked out of the band and trevor moved to la with his girlfriend he almost drank himself to death. seeing don’t look back in anger at the hard rock in a show he only managed to get into at the last minute because someone handed him their ticket as they were leaving was what made him think he could really do it and that he wanted to be in a guitar band specifically. he hates any oasis song not written by noel. he made lou reed laugh by showing him that perfect day has the same chord progression as perfect day when they were recording tranquilize. he said every emo band needed to be beaten to death and never took pete wentz up on his offer to get sushi. his teeth were all falling out by the time he we like 26. he used to have to drink to get through every show. sam’s town is a real casino and he said it was like a beacon on the road from the trailer park where his parent were from that showed you were getting some place, you were getting to the city soon. he used to sleep on a morrissey pillowcase. he met his wife at a vegas thrift store and her cptsd has factored into his writing quite a lot. he almost fired that one annoying lorde producer that isn’t jack antonoff but almost as annoying 4 times while making the desired effect (I feel like you might appreciate this one idk why). he references a paul simon song in caution by the killers (another one for you). he’s notoriously tactless and mouthy and has tried to tone it down sometime after sam’s town because it became all that people could say about him (alt rock azealia banks) but it’s not really entirely worked (partially because a lot of that is just….him despite what he says so it hasn’t gone away but) it just got replaced with harping on the mormon thing despite him kind of being theologically all over the place with that in reality/seemingly clinging to it in name etc for a multitude of complicated reasons. he almost got an oasis tattoo as a teenager. he called hunky dory a working class album. uhhhhh I think he’s very interesting and a bundle of contradictions in the best way and funny and one of our last great frontmen who is also a great and varied songwriter. is that enough fun facts some of these aren’t fun. he’s been saving his beard trimmings in a plastic ziplock bag for years to give to neil tennant of pet shop boys fame.

[thesims3help]

Free Sims 3 Store Content links -

Here are a few sites that offer Free Sims 3 Store Content in .package format and .Sims3Pack. Works for any/all versions of Sims 3.

–Phantom__99 Store Content: (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1GgIityArUKwkaRjy7qp0y7YpOAVb_p37) Complete store worlds with their build/buy items! Along whole catalog of store content in .package format as well (not zipped). You can download a complete set of store files if you prefer. -- Please read the ReadMe.txt file linked above to learn more on how to install the Store content. The ReadMe.txt is the last file on the page linked above.

–How2-InstallStoreContent.zip: (https://simfileshare.net/filedetails/3992618/) -- Using .package files from Phantom's GoogleDrive. - This is a text How to in a zip file.

–Blam's EA Store: (https://blamseastore.tumblr.com). They offer pretty much the whole store - premium objects, regular objects, worlds, hairs, clothes and cars. Most files are in .package format inside a zip file for easy install into your (\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 3\Mods\Packages\Blams). You can download by the set, individual items or a complete set of all store files. Store worlds do have instructions on how to install them along with the download.

–CarverSims: All in .Sims3Pack files!! (https://carversims.tumblr.com/store) and direct link to their SimFileShare Store Content folder - (https://simfileshare.net/folder/188902/)

World Files - (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1WlxYu6en1Do8ibhGwEGtrohZ4qde0aCx)

★★ Files have been decrapped/recompressed, so they need the store fixes file to work properly.

Store_Fixes.rar: (https://simfileshare.net/download/2860693/)

🎶 About CarverSims Files: Files show up as brown boxes in Sims 3 launcher Downloads tab, but do install okay (as seen in the Installed Content tab of the launcher) and show up in-game with little Sims 3 Store boxes in the lower right corner of the object thumbnail.

++ Using any of this store content will not get your EA or Steam Account banned. When it's converted to .package it's considered a piece of custom content. EA does not track custom content or unlocked .Sim3Pack files from CarverSims.

– ✧ 。∞ 。✧ –

Neither Blam's or Phantom's store content were decrapped. They were processed with the normal mode using CompressorizerRedux, aka s3rc.

With saying that, I've run into issues their files. However, I was able to find a fix using the ContentPatch.package along with NonaMena's Ccmerged.package file added to my Overrides folder. (C:\Users\Username\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 3\Mods\Overrides)

–You can download my mods folder here: (https://simfileshare.net/download/3992675/) It has these files already in the Overrides folder.

Or download them yourself using the following links:

** All you need to install into the Overrides folder from the ContentPatch.zip file is is ContentPatch.package. (image > https://i.imgur.com/P6nF1RV.jpg) You can delete the Downloads folder and files inside.

S3Store - ContentPatch.zip: (https://simfileshare.net/download/462061/) Shared by: ZeeGee

DCBackup, ccmerged.package and Your Premium Content Items: (https://nonasims.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/dcbackup-ccmerged-package-and-your-premium-content-items/) -- Download link for ccmerged is closer to bottom of blog post. It's a mediafire link.

Decrapify renumbers the internal IDs and resources of Sims3Packs, essentially making the game treat it as a brand new or cloned item. This is why they need store fixes. However, it's my understanding decrapifying store content is not needed anymore. You can take the .Sims3Pack files, paste them onto s3rc.exe to compress them to smaller sizes. As a bonus, it unlocks them as well to make them into .package files.

Here's an article from ModtheSims that explains the process of converting Store files to .package files.

Sims 3 Store - The Ultimate "Converting Store Content to Packages" Tutorial Thread: (https://modthesims.info/showthread.php?t=665108)

[babbybones]

Ok i have a kinda dumb question that i am having trouble finding answers for, but what is the deal with Fandom (the site/company with all the wikis) sorry to ask but the name is so painfully generic i am having trouble finding info rip

@hope-punk put it pretty well in the replies of my post, so I hope they won't mind me quoting them here

if you've tried to look up a media specific wiki, you'll probably have found a Fandom wiki. That's Fandom with a capital, because they're a specific company. They operate a large wiki system that invites people to make wikis for whatever they want, and boast being the platform for many major wikis like the Minecraft wiki and Zelda wiki. However, going on a Fandom wiki will quickly make apparent the bad side of using Fandom wikis,

Fandom forces large, intrusive ads, auto play videos, the whole works onto the page, to the point where it becomes extremely unpleasant to use. In addition to this, they limit what you can do with your wiki compared to independent wikis or even other wiki networks, forcing large yellow sidebars and limited layouts. There's also pushes to make it a kind of social network with comments and such (which is… not what a wiki needs, at least in the format forced).

In addition to this, Fandom the company is quite frankly rabid in their push to consume or subsume fandom, hobby and media platforms. They recently acquired amongst other companies, Gamespot and GameFAQs, as well as other wiki platforms in the past. It takes a concerted effort to try and remain out of the grasp of Fandom the company, such as the wild steps the Blaseball fandom took to escape that someone added, or the Nintendo Independent Wiki Network

some other notable Fandom Crimes:

They purged LGBT-related wikis in an attempt to merge almost all of them into One Single LGBT Wiki, which is a nightmare idea considering the LGBTQ+ community is not a single unified monolith. Microlabels that were previously documented on the now-purged wikis were not considered notable enough to be documented on the merged wiki, and were instead directed to the Ezgender Wiki, placing an undue burden on wiki staff who weren't consulted about any of this in advance

On popular wikis, they'll sometimes put auto-playing videos on wiki pages outside of the wiki editors' control. These videos can contain spoilers or irrelevant/inaccurate information

Acquired Gamepedia, a competing wiki farm, and forcibly converted all of those wikis to Fandom's format. This is why Zelda Wiki, a founding member of the Nintendo Independent Wiki Alliance, is now on Fandom

Acquired and shut down Strawpoll.me

As I alluded to in the original post, you don't really "own" your wiki, and if your wiki makes Fandom a lot of ad revenue, they have a vested interest in keeping it up and running. If you make it obvious that you're trying to migrate or shut down such a wiki, they can simply get rid of you, replace you with new mods/admins, and revert anything they deem "vandalism" (basically, all signs that you were trying to migrate)

edit: can't believe I forgot to mention this but they've worked with the U.S. military

also reading Fandom wikis on mobile looks like this:

(id in alt text)

[strwbwoo]

| attached; vamp!jun x reader \__________________

cw: vamp!jun, mean jun, pet names, suggestive, fluff, 4.5k words

ready for the most mind blowing one night stand you were about to have, “can i bite you?” leaving you chest wet and branded with darker red hickeys, displaying confusion on your face he elaborates, “..like a vampire” looking away from you for a second, almost embarrassed “a roleplay?” you question. “sure” he sounded hesitant but you didnt care, you were quite needy in the moment. quickly nodding.

“ready pretty girl?” silky velvet eyes looking up at you while peppering sweet kisses on your baby smooth skin, “mhmm” humming as an affirmative but it came out so whiney and impatient, which was true. with that a sharp pain grows in your neck, his teeth. you start to get weaker but it’s intoxicating, addicting, succumbing to something truly sweet inside..

☆

waking up in his bed was not your intention, you went through a process of leaving dead of night while the poor guy was snoring right by you in hopes to wake up next to you and maybe another date but you opposed that idea everytime. you dont like getting attached.

your shirt was big… your shirt was big? it was a soft graphic tee, but it was definitely not yours. looking around, the other side of the bed was messy and empty but the curtains were open, sun giving light to the room and a perfect view of the mountains. a growing smell catching your attention. getting up only to fall back down, good sex but you can’t remember..?

getting out the bedroom was a struggle but as soon as the door opens the voice of such a cunning man fills the room, “some one slept well” taking a seat at the dining table, giving him a small, quiet hum; good sex makes you tired. you find the source of the smell, “breakfast” he states. finding your oh so delicious meal not so pleasing paired witht the thoughts flooding your head as of now..

“what?” you were caught off guard “hm?” looking dead into your eyes, you couldn’t tell if he was serious or not with that smirk and death glare; not a common combination. “how did we-“ its hard to remember when youre bit by a vampire, but how would you know? “what did we… did we do it..?” but he went with it, “ofcourse we did, yk how loud you were?” clearing his throat, “fu- uck! more, more, more! mmm’ so good!” mocking your moans all while contorting his face to further mock you and rightfully so recieving a grimacing look, “you were saying my name like a mantra” chuckling and teasing, “your name…” some how you cant even remember that, “my name” nodding to you, pondering, “jun?” “good job sweet heart” praising you the first time this morning

☆

“i- uh implants..” “implants.?” you question. he nods while avoiding eye contact with a not so cocky attitude now “for a kink?” his teeth and the bite in general gave you such a euphoric sensation so you werent mad about those implants but you werent going to admit it

realizing the time, jus past noon, “fuck” catching juns attention, “what is it darling?” that petname made you want to gush but this wasnt the right time, “i think i better it going” converting the attention to the 3 big numbers on your lockscreen. scrambling to collect all of your stuff; jun right behind you now chuckling, “i dont mind if you stayed” leaning against the door frame with that charming smirk that would get you wild if you were still a freshman in college. but this year your graduating. but still it was like you were on pause, clarifying what he meant, “i have nothing to do i mean” in response, “ohhh” with a complimentary nod

jus the creeping thought of accepting his offer you know youve gone too deep, you needed to get out of this love trap immediately, “id like that” you were getting attached. his smile contagious and your cheeks reddish pink as if you were actually sick.

☆

while spending the afternoon with him you noticed some of his habits hes very well kepts his nails clean, bare but the shine on his nail tell you hes gotten a manicure recently. he doesnt bite the inside of his cheek nor leaving his lips chapped but maybe it wasnt jus noticing one of his habits per se..

less intoxicated than the previous night sharing a bottle of red wine, ended up on his kitchen counter, not realizing his body practically caging you against whatever surface until now, your giggles die down when you notice this.. situation; he was defined. his sultry yet at time course voice helped or maybe it was his vinyls of this certain genre that helped the mood..

“yk you like this” flickering his eyes back up to your doe like eyes but only to be captivatedby your lips again “what? getting attached?” his lips look soft, plump and pink; did he put his chapstick on again? “me”

[boscoebros]

SOUTH'N HUMAH...

Florida

A Florida senior citizen drove his brand new Corvette convertible out of the dealership. Taking off down the road, he pushed it to 80 mph, Enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left.   "Amazing," he thought as he flew down I-95, pushing the pedal even more. Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw a Florida State Trooper, blue lights flashing and siren blaring. He floored it to 100 mph, then 110, Then 120 Suddenly he thought, "What am I doing? I'm too old for this!"   And pulled over to await the trooper's arrival. Pulling in behind him, the trooper got out of his vehicle and walked up to the Corvette. He looked at his watch, then said, "Sir, my shift ends in 30 minutes. Today is Friday. If you can give me a new reason for speeding--a reason I've never before heard -- I'll let you go." The old gentleman paused then said: "Three years ago, my wife ran off with a Florida State Trooper. I thought you were bringing her back." "Have a good day, Sir," replied the trooper.

Georgia

The owner of a golf course in Georgia was confused about paying an invoice, so he decided to ask his secretary for some mathematical help. He called her into his office and said, "Y'all graduated from the University of Georgia and I need some help. If I wuz to give yew $20,000, minus 14%, how much would you take off?" The secretary thought a moment, and then replied, "Everthang but my earrings."

Louisiana

A senior citizen in Louisiana was overheard saying ... "When the end of the world comes, I hope to be in Louisiana ." When asked why, he replied, "I'd rather be in Louisiana 'cause everythang happens in Louisiana 20 years later than in the rest of the world." 

Mississippi

The young man from Mississippi came running into the store and said to his buddy, "Bubba, somebody just stole your pickup truck from the parking lot!" Bubba replied, "Did y'all see who it was?" The young man answered, "I couldn't tell, but I got the license number." 

South Carolina

A man in South Carolina had a flat tire, pulled off on the side of the road, and proceeded to put a bouquet of flowers in front of the car and one behind it. Then he got back in the car to wait. A passerby studied the scene as he drove by, and was so curious he turned around and went back. He asked the fellow what the problem was. The man replied, "I got a flat tahr." The passerby asked, "But what's with the flowers?" The man responded, "When you break down they tell you to put flares in the front and flares in the back. I never did understand it neither." 

Tennessee

A Tennessee State trooper pulled over a pickup on I-65. The trooper asked, "Got any ID?" The driver replied, "Bout whut?" 

Texas

The Sheriff pulled up next to the guy unloading garbage out of his pick-up into the ditch. The Sheriff asked, "Why are you dumping garbage in the ditch? Don't you see that sign right over your head." "Yep," he replied. "That's why I'm dumpin' it here, 'cause it says: 'Fine For Dumping Garbage.' "    

Y'all kin say whut y'all want 'about the South... But y'all ain't never heard o' nobody retirin' an' movin' North.

[milkberryroll]

pride, prejudice

"How about that upperclassman from the PT department? He liked you, right? He's a sports coach, now!" 

Yuzu close to shoved her phone screen to her twin's face, showing her black haired counterpart a photo of an acquaintance from university. Who apparently harbored feelings for Karin years ago. 

"No thanks. I turned him down before." Karin took a sip of her almost gone pear lemon soda.

also in ao3.

"Besides, I told you, didn't I? Not looking for a boyfriend. Not today, not tomorrow, not anytime soon. I'm way too busy for commitments. " She added, completely shutting her sister down. 

Yuzu pouted in disappointment — Karin really lacked romance in her bones. Maybe a good Pride and Prejudice movie night with Ruki-nee would help convert her, she thinks. 

"Oh, you're no fun, Karin-chan!" 

"I'm not interested." 

"But I'm telling you, once you see That Guy for you, you'll be eating your words!" 

"Yeah, yeah. Forget that, Ruki-nee's waiting for us at the department store, help me choose shoes for Ryouka, she says. And, Ichi-nii will be coming to get us, apparently."

Dismissing her twin with a text from their sister in law, she begins to stand up from their table. Yuzu proceeded to sip up the last of her iced chocolate, and stood up to follow her sister, ready to leave the cafe. 

"Speaking of, Ryouka-chan's going to school this coming semester, huh? Time flies so fast!" Yuzu wondered aloud, thinking about how her niece now is at that age for elementary school. 

"Yeah, it was like yesterday Ruki-nee was curs—" She bumped into a wall of toned muscle, losing her balance, expecting to meet carpet, only to be pulled to the same body she ran into by a firm arm around her waist. 

"Are you okay?" 

Karin looked up — and it was then rocks met ocean waters. Her eyes met with the owner of the voice, and saw turquoise looking back at her. 

An invitable encounter. 

"Ah, yeah. My bad, I wasn't looking where I was going." Karin tried her best to speak straight and not stumble on her words. 

"No, it's fine, I also wasn't paying attention." 

With a slight push, she pried herself off of the man she was now in an almost embrace with and bowed slightly in thanks, before stalking off to finally exit the cafe before any more eyes stare. She wasn't here to make a scene anyway, just to help her sister in law shop. 

Her sister was staring at her from outside the cafe with stars in her eyes, now with their brother, looking ready to tear a stranger's limbs apart.  

"Don't start." 

Meeting her siblings, she warned her twin, although she knows Yuzu will, regardless. Karin sighed in preparation for another tirade about romance and fate and destiny. 

She wanted to think it's not. 

 //

With a sigh, Toshiro slid to his seat, seeing his sister smile at him, readying himself for whatever she's about to spew out. 

"She's pretty!" Momo nonchalantly uttered. 

"Unfortunately for you, I'm not looking for a girlfriend. Besides, I'm here to bring you to your OB appointment, since Izuru had an emergency at work." Toshiro replied without missing a beat. 

"Oh, would it kill you to actually be fun, for once? This is why you have no love life, you're way too serious. You were cuter when we were younger." 

"Shut up." Toshiro called a waiter over to take their orders, after taking a backward glance at his chanced encounter. 

Oh, there's someone with her. The orange haired guy. 

The little peep did not go unnoticed by Momo's observant eyes. 

"Too bad, seems like a guy is with them. A boyfriend, perhaps?" 

He decided to ignore the little twinge of disappointment in his chest.

//

"My bad Karin! I swear I'll make it up to you next time!" Rukia's voice rang from her phone's loudspeaker. 

"I told you it's fine! It's my off today. Anything else I need to pick her up?" Karin picked up her wallet, preparing to fetch her niece up from her first day of school. 

"Nope, just your ID! Call me if anything comes up! And grab some food for the two of you on the way! I'll send you the money!" 

"No, it's fine, Ruki-nee. Alright, I'm going to get her now. Bye!" With that, Karin ended the call, turned her car ignition off, and alighted the car. 

Going into the school premises, she searched for staff she can talk to. 

"Oh! Hi, good afternoon! What's your business here?" 

A voice rang from behind her, and it was a teacher coming out of the faculty room.  Oddly, the voice sounded pleasantly surprised. 

Bowing to return the greeting, she introduced herself. 

"Hello. I'm here to pick up Kurosaki Ryouka, first grader." She handed her ID to the teacher. 

"Kurosaki Karin... What a pretty name. And sorry for not introducing myself, my name is Momo. I'm the first graders' art teacher, so I actually know Ryouka-chan." Momo grabbed Karin's ID, and proceeded to lead the way. 

"Oh, that's great! I'm not too late picking her up, am I?" 

"No, you're not! She's still with a few of the other kids playing, so she's doing well. I take it she's your daughter?" Momo inquired with Karin, as they walked the halls to finally arrive at the classroom. 

Karin burst out laughing, tears in her eyes, stopping as she tried to catch her breath. Momo, now some steps ahead of her, stopped to look back at her guest. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. No, she's not my daughter, she's my niece! I don't even have a boyfriend!" Karin said in between chuckles. 

"Oh! Apologies!" 

"No, no worries. It was just funny." Wiping tears from her eyes, she continued on walking to catch up with Momo, when she crashed into someone. 

"This makes it the second time, huh." 

A familiar voice. 

It was the guy she bumped into at the cafe. With his arms around her. He's saved her again. 

And for the second time, their eyes met. 

"We meet again. And sorry, for the second time. And, thank you."  She apologized to the white haired guy. 

"Oh! I'll introduce you two! Shiro-chan, that's Miss Karin, here to pick her niece up. And, Miss Karin, that's Toshiro, my brother!" Momo pipes up, sounding elated, and her voice breaks the two out of whatever dangerous territory they have entered to. 

He reluctantly let go, and suddenly she longed for his warmth on her.  

He offered his hand for her to shake, and she took it without question. 

He found her hand, soft and small, fitting with his own well. 

"Nice to meet you. But, I guess, it's more of nice meeting you again?" Toshiro greeted. 

"Yeah, it is. Small world, huh? You're my niece's teacher's brother. And to think, what occurred at the cafe happened the second time around." Karin snickered. 

"Here's to hoping the next time we meet, if ever, we're not smacking and crashing into each other." Toshiro answered in return, with a smile in his voice. 

"Yeah, I hope so too." 

Yuzu would probably laugh at her face and tell her "Told you so! Fate and destiny does exist!" if she knew about this, Karin mused. 

 //

Karin and Ryouka waved goodbye to Momo and Toshiro, with the sibling pair waiting and waving back until they were out of sight. 

"Wasn't that nice? Maybe you guys are really meant for each other." Momo teased her brother after a brief moment of silence. 

"Shut it." 

"Pease, you seemed happy seeing her again." Momo stalked off to proceed to the faculty room, and pick up her things to finally go home, with her brother trailing after her. 

"That's not it." 

Momo stopped just in front of the faculty door. 

"Oh, by the way. The orange haired man? That was her brother. And, she's single." She quipped. 

"You have a chance after all, Shiro-chan!" She hummed as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. 

He's not so against it now, if fate and destiny was always that pretty and amazing. 

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Can i request a aged up muichiro x time hashira male reader.

He has long white hair,white eyes and a scar over his right eye,name is karu.

Time breathing includes ability to slow or speed time up during battles,but it takes a lot of energy,so for this i want an exhausted Karu who collapses on his way home,Mui finds him and noms him for safety.

Its ok if you cant,thought id ask!

BTW i love all of your stories!!!

(Sorry it took so long to get to your request! School had started and I’ve been dealing with a lot at home, but I’m glad that I was able to do this. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy it!)

Protected By A Friend

(A Muichiro Vore Fanfic)

Warnings: mild injuries and soft vore

The Time Hashira's legs wobbled as he trudged his way down the dirt path. Karu was his name and he was making his way back home from facing an unconverted demon. Although the demon itself wasn’t all too difficult, he was still exhausted due to his breathing style. Moving time was no easy feat and it always took a role on the snowy white boy’s body.

“Why weren’t any of the half demons sent here?” Karu grumbled as he walked, wind blowing through his snowy white hair. It had been quite a few years since most of the demons were converted. However, it was evident that there were demons still out there.

“Argh! Come on!” Karu’s legs felt weak as they started to buckle underneath him: “It won’t be too long before I get to the hou- ahh!” His leg had gotten snared in a tree root and it caused him to tumble down. He winced with every hit he took. All the rocks and sticks were unforgiving as they left scratches and bruises on the poor boy’s face.

The Time Hashira’s face hit the base of another tree, causing his nose to bleed. “Gack! I was almost there!” Karu whined, his hair covered in dust. He shook himself off and crawled towards the tree. The boy swiveled his body and rested his body against the trunk.”

“I just wanna go home.” Karu winced as he held his twisted leg. Then, a strange noise came from up ahead. Someone or something was coming right to him. Karu gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword, waiting for an attack.

“You’re not going to do much with that, not in that condition anyway.” A familiar, calm voice called to him. “Mui?” Karu tilted his head in shock as he put his sword away. Muichiro, the Mist Hashira and half demon emerged from the bushes. His wavy arm blades shone brightly in the moonlight. “You don’t look so well.” Muichiro said calmly, yet having a concerned edge to it.

“I’m fine. I promise.” Karu attempted to stand, but his legs were too weak so he just ended up falling again. “No, you’re not, Karu. Anyone can see that you’re exhausted.” Muichiro tilted his head and bent down in front of Karu. “I just need to get home, then I’ll be fine.”

“I think it’s best if you stay with Genya, Kanao, and me for tonight. It’s not safe out here, not with Jackyll and Akuma running rampant. Besides, you’re good company.” Muichiro gave Karu a soft smile, which he couldn’t resist returning. “But how do you suppose I could get there? Your home is quite a ways away.”

Muichiro put a hand to his chin, thinking.

“I could pouch you.” He said flatly, as if that was a completely normal thing for humans. Karu’s eyes widened. “Mui, you know I’ve never been pouched before..and well..” He looked away from Muichiro, putting a hand on his scarred eye. “Hey, it’s alright. I get why you’re nervous, but I need to keep you safe, alright?”

Karu nodded, understanding that Muichiro would never hurt him. “Alright. Just let me out as soon as we get there.” Muichiro nodded as he got on his knees. “I will.” He then gently grabbed Karu by the shoulders and opened his maw.

Karu closed his eyes before feeling the warmth of Muichiro’s maw come over him. It covered him and the half demon’s teeth gently gripped his body as he started to swallow. The throat of the half demon was slick and soft. Karu let his body go limp inside the warm tunnel that eventually led him down to Muichiro’s belly.

The half demon’s tummy felt oddly safe as it cradled the Time Hashira. The walls moved around him and the half demon’s body created such soothing sounds. Although it was dark, the whole environment felt comforting and safe. Karu curled up within the half demon’s body.

Muichiro purred as he finished devouring his friend. He then placed a clawed hand on his slightly enlarged stomach. “Are you alright?” He asked calmly, knowing what the answer would be. “Yeah, it’s a lot better here than I thought it would be.” Karu’s voice was a tad muffled, but still audible.

Muichiro smiled to himself as he slowly rubbed his belly in an up and down motion. “I’m glad.” The half demon started to purr once again as he started to head towards his home. Karu could feel Muichiro walking away. His mind started to wander and he eventually succumbed to what his body had been craving for, sleep.

(Happy late Birthday, Little Man!)

[bookwormscififan]

Taking the Job

Read on AO3!

A/N: I had an idea to do an AU based on The Bodyguard (1992) with MadMare because @iamvegorott sent me a thing about Mare being Mad's bodyguard. This can be seen as a prologue to test the waters before I go and write the entire thing. Enjoy.

--

The job sounded easy enough: Mare was to be the bodyguard for a popular scientist who’d been receiving death threats and had his house broken into on several occasions. He lived in an isolated house somewhere past the city limits of town, and the only times he really went outside were to attend stupid science parties.

Mare stepped out of his car and froze, gaze travelling up the expanse of the house in front of him with a cold pit in his stomach. What he had assumed was going to be a simple cabin in the woods somewhere was far more sophisticated: a mansion not unlike the homes old time film stars owned, with a sweeping driveway and huge garage, windows all over the front of the house and a pool in the back. Mare donned his sunglasses and adjusted his blazer, cracking his neck to gather his courage before moving up the drive toward the front door.

“Hello,” he greeted the man that opened the door, flashing him a polite smile and holding out his ID. “My name is Natemare Nova, I’m the bodyguard assigned to Madrick the scientist.” He tucked his ID away after the man stepped aside to let him in, immediately glancing around the place to find any cameras or security systems.

“My name is Jackie,” the man offered, holding a hand out to Mare, “I guess you could call me the caretaker of the house. Mad and I are close friends. He’s in the lab right now, down that hall and it’ll be the last door on the right.” He pointed as he spoke, looking back at Mare to ensure he understood.

“How many rooms in this house?” Mare asked, peering down the hall and pulling out a small notepad.

“Originally there were 27 total rooms,” Jackie began, picking at his fingernails. “We converted basically the entire east wing into Mad’s lab, so that’s made up of about 14 rooms. The other rooms are just your typical bed, bath, living.”

“How many rooms have locks on their doors?”

“All the bedrooms and Mad’s lab.”

“I’ll go meet Mad now,” Mare stated, putting away his notepad and heading down the hall toward the lab.

--

Once he had been given allowance to enter the lab, Mare stepped inside and reached into his pocket, ready to show his identification to his charge, but he paused when he saw the small man hunched over a bench.

He took off his reading glasses, letting Mare see the smattering of freckles covering his cheeks, running his fingers through his hair to push it out of his face before turning to face Mare with a smile and an outstretched hand.

“You must be Mare. You can call me Mad. Thank you for agreeing to this job despite its potential dangers. I kept telling Jackie I didn’t need a bodyguard, and then someone broke in and slept in my bed, and I decided I should listen to Jackie more.” His smile grew bashful as Mare shook his hand, cheeks flushing before he caught Mare’s serious face.

“I will make sure you’re entirely safe.”

-------------------------

@brokentimewatch @dungeon-dragons-dragons

[a-beneficial-union]

“Oh, that's normal.”

(I imagine that having a vehicle that's been converted to the Omnitrix's biotech would lead to some awkward moments.)

Behold! What was originally intended as concept art for DoubleDue (Wine Willow), who is the first Pen Ten I've yet drawn. She was one of many who were displaced from their home dimension when Eon cut the BU off from the greater multiverse. Over the course of several years, Pen has lost hope of returning home and has taken to bouncing between dimensions out of need for resources and enrichment. She avoids locations and people that are too familiar, discomforted by the nostalgia, and has submerged herself into the dimension hopping community.

Per the nature of living astray in the multiverse, she has become accustomed to people's personalities and values changing on a dime (as different versions of the same person will be drastically different). She is, thus, untrusting but opportunistic and will present as cheery and amicable. The people who do know her are aware of the superficiality she tends to present and are fully aware that the only reason they get to be close to her is out of practicality or amusement. What fewer know is that she only allows other -ens near her if she absolute, often unseen control over the situation.

From her time trying to get home, she has mapped out various backdoor portals and even managed to find ways to get to dimensions that are generally considered unreachable. Pen was involved in the early efforts to take back territories and technology which Eon had stolen (which she had hoped would get herself home).

When that failed, repeatedly, she took to the slightly less direct, less risky position of a medic. This way she could be close to the fighting, learn about progress, and stock up on resources (such as biotech and downloadable skills). During this time, she got a foothold in a multitude of others' lives and it is how she has managed to remain so connected while also not being in a network. She intentionally caught the Redwood strain of the Vulpimancer transfer factor after having decided it was her best option. This means she has electromagnetic perception, thermoperception, can manipulate magnetism close to her skin (for climbing), and can leave pheromone trails (though that wasn’t relevant to her).

Her pre-Wreckoning disposition was basically canon Ben. Immediately after displacement, she entered a state of urgency similar to Ben in Alien Force (becoming Serious and Spicy). So as to preserve her sanity, she has intentionally swung back to an approximation of her old self, albeit with a quietly predacious and territorial edge. She has stopped feeling loneliness but her lack of true connection is one of the biggest contributors to her state of mind.

Pen now works with Hunters as a part time medic. She does not own a real ID or certificate given her technical lack of citizenship. When confronted by this (such as when pulled over or otherwise confronted by police) she uses guile, pale person privilege, and liberal amounts of persuasion (magic, violence) to be left be.

She has refused to move to any of the camps where other displaced -ens live, first claiming that she didn’t want to tie herself down p when she ‘knew’ she could find a way home. Her reason has eventually become that she won’t go because she would rather live free, under the sky, rather than down in a cave.

DoubleDue is a walking trove of lost media, nicknacks, and forbidden knowledge. She can recount in detail every shortcut and hack the System still has in place, can bypass the drawbacks of backdoor portals, and can even open a few of her own (if the situation allows). She is also not particularly choosy about what she says to who, allowing unfiltered outpours of stories and unwelcome truths to anyone who prompts her. While it is perfectly normal for seasoned dimension hoppers to collect magical tools and alien technology as part of safe travel through portals, most don’t have quite such an expansive (or well researched) arsenal.

She makes her own razz (false flesh) and other biotech out of her motorhome, which is the reason she can house so many items in the first place. Her abdomen and arms are lined with the squishy, fairly unnoticeable implants of inventories.

(Note: Their full first name is “Penelope” and I am undecided on their pronouns but am leaning towards she/her. Her name is unusual because all -ens originating from the BU territories have the given names of Ben, Ren, Jen, Sphen, or Den.