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[daylifesims]

BILLIE HAIR SET - Bury a Friend

Here is Billie Eilish Inspired Set! I have to say thank you to one of my patrons who suggest 3 of 5 hairs for this set a very very long time ago. Now, finally I made a whole set and I really hope you enjoy it <3 

Please read my TOU before download.

New mesh

Base game compatible

24 EA colours

Hat compatible

All LODs

Custom Thumbnail

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CREDITS

Gradients by Simandy

[puppetwoman17]

The Batson family: *audible screaming, cursing, vomiting, slandering, and all around illegal activity*

The JL: wtf—

[floredaqueen]

Tease Pt. 2

Hargrove's Revenge

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Please enjoy, lol

[the-brash-spud]

Marvel's looks

So you know how it is at least an older canon established that Billy as Marvel looks like his dad or at least what he remembers his dad to look like? I personally lean into a second option of how he remembers his dad because it makes it more interesting plus it helps with the whole awkwardness of him looking like a semi-random or completely random (depends what canon you're going for) dead dude.

So here's the differences I see Billy as Captain having compared to his dad or things that come from his dad's little quirks!

Height: Billy remembers his dad as being massive because he himself was a tiny baby boy. So yeah. Marvel isn't a walking 6'4" feet tall dude because that's his "peak" or whatever but that's how tall comparatively Billy's dad looked like to him at when he was like 4 vs 8 years old.

Build: CC was the strongest man Billy has ever known. He could lift all of them: his mom, his sister and him; proudly proclaiming he is holding his entire universe in his arms. So naturally he was super strong which called for super muscles! So that's why Marvel is build like a tank while CC most likely had a healthy amount muscles from excavating and such but nowhere as much as Marvel and unlike Marvel would've also had a solid amount of extra squish too (we stand dad bods, lmao).

Cleanliness: You know how a decent amount of people have Marvel have a neat self-cleaning option that just comes with the magic form? I personally like the perpetually perfect hairstyle from one of the fanfics I read that joked about it. Even if this might not be something I'll always use to it's maximum extend. Either way. I like to think that the cleanliness of Captain Marvel comes from the fact that CC liked to be overall clean and put together when seeing people or generally outside around the public and generally portray himself as professional: as in wearing full business in casual business because he likes the feeling wearing a suit gives him (Yeah, I see CC to be a weirdo actually enjoying suits and his wife finds it to be an extremely adorable quirk she loves because they both get to be the dressed to the nines couple!)

Face: OK so this one is going to have a bit of sub bits here because I gave CC glasses. I know when he is shown he usually doesn't have them but I have a reason for it and I'll get to it:

4.1. Nose: The shape is different from CC's simply because glasses hide a decent portion of the nose bridge depending on what sort of glasses you get. But generally the bridge would be a bit larger for Marvel.

4.2. Eyes: So you know how in older depictions of Marvel he always squints? You know when people also squint? When they're trying to see better! So yeah for me Marvel has a perpetual squint because he doesn't wear glasses unlike his dad. Who, whenever he took them off, also squinted to see (sometimes exaggerating it to make his kids laugh). So Marvel's form subconsciously squints since there's no glasses on his nose. lol.

4.3. Also eyes: Additionally since CC wears glasses and squints when he takes them off, his vision has to be decently bad. You know what happens when you wear strong glasses? They warp your face. So additionally Marvel has smaller eyes then CC would've had. :P

So yeah that's all I have for now but might edit it if I ever come up with more things like that. If you like the concept feel free to either use it or add to it. This is all a complete fanon. It's for complete funnsies. But I would still like to hear what you think about it!

[chaoticallyfluffy]

Has anyone ever written a parent trap au with Billy and Mary?

What if instead of dying, their parents get divorced and each parent gets custody of one of the twins while they’re too young to remember eachother. The twins meet again in the future and realize they share the same face, fight a little bit (there can be only one) and eventually connect the dots. they switch places and now Mary has to somehow act like a little boy she barely knows and hide that she has long hair by wearing a hat at all times, and Billy has to pretend to be a little girl he barley knows while still maintaining his identities as the champion of magic and a member of the justice league.

Mary is panicking because a burst of wind swept her hat away and she barely had enough time to put it back on before her mom looked back at her. Billy is panicking because he has to go save the world but apparently mary and their dad watch movies every night on Saturday’s and he needs to come up with an excuse to miss it without blowing his cover or letting the world be destroyed. These two things are equally important, obviously.

I didn’t realize how much I needed this until i finished writing but now I’m sad it probably doesn’t exist

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Okay but now I feel compelled to wonder, in that fun AU of CC and Marilyn being Captain and Mary Marvel, what their lives as heroes would be like

Like, villains are the same for the most part with probable lack of antagonism with Sivana, he’s the dude who hired them for the dog in the first place with the public intent of a historical attraction at a park and on the side of the bus he’s campaigning for mayor. Other than that, villains seem to be the same from the brief moments we see.

They stay out of the limelight, they prioritize keeping their identities hidden for the sake of Billy and Mary’s saftey and childhoods, and they take their duties seriously.

But what’s tingling at the brain right now is how they’d interact with the rest of the world of DC, heroes and teams and whatnot, outside of Fawcett and the menagerie of characters there. We know CC accidentally stumbled onto some daring scene with Spy Smasher and the bunch (no joke, time was funky in Fawcett and CC was alive at that time) but I’d love to see him with other heroes

Like, say he fills the normal roles in comics Billy would’ve, joins JLI and, like his son, tries calling the other heroes out for acting like bigger juveniles than his actual kids and ditches bc apparently the people who save the world on the regular cant not try and fist fight the other every few hours. He’s on and off some team, focusing on his city and his family more and more, pops in for bigger fights when they occur but is mostly hometown based and handles his own issues.

Of newer stuff, I turn to YJ’s tv show for another idea. Aka, CC also being a chaperone for the Team at the same time Billy comes in but with a twist, turns out his kids have a percolation for magic and have been getting the hang of some spells so they’re joining the Team too while CC is on chaperone duty. So leads Billy and Mary’s attempt at a slow entrance into heroism that immediately backfires when they get captured, cue heartwarming scene of dad hugging his kids after a dangerous situation that follows him tearing the base apart looking for them. True dad fashion and all that. What becomes complicated is the World Without Grown Ups plot, in which I say have Billy and his had pre-the plot agree that Billy can have Shazam powers for super big emergencies and Billy definitely counts all adults disappearing as an emergency. Cue once more the fun father son bonding of Billy looking just like his old man with Shazam powers.

Onto Marilyn, who unfortunately doesn’t seem to have more beyond “clever” and “good mom” from comics, but she’s got her hutzpah and would probably be as active a hero as CC while still prioritizing her life and family over heroism. The whole Shazam thing is definitely more a job than it is what kind of person she is, she’s an archeologist and likes that profession more than she likes worrying about everyone else. She’s definitely more no nonsense and, if there’s a difference, she’d probably prefer the more grounded crime fighting than the mystical shenanigans CC would do in her stead. Billy and Mary end up closer to her in quality time since that focus of crime fighting keeps her grounded.

Also, the general vibes of the Captain Marvel tropes. Such as the identity shenanigans.

It is a fun thing of fanfic that, since his civilian identity is very vulnerable and people like their identity plots, Billy has his questioned or revealed a lot. Add in CC as Marvel instead and it flips a bit to be a man who is well known in his home city whose entire family, non-powered children included, could easily become targets if anyone knew who he was. And he’s deliberately secretive about it for that purpose, he’s protecting his children with his wife. So, perspective, there’s a new hero who comes in with a hero partner who is also their life partner. They have the power of actual gods and titans, they don’t explain anything past some nebulous Wizard they can’t name as to how they got their powers, they are very hush-hush on their normal lives but everyone knows they have to have one. It’s hard to contact them, you don’t know they’re working or traveling or with their kids because you don’t know they do work or that they have kids, so you worry what they’re up to for what seems to be every hour they aren’t begrudgingly saving the world with the rest of the heroes. You catch them talking to the other but the minute they hear you they clam up and change everything about how they were just a second ago, you could swear they were talking about digs or gods or bringing someone home but you don’t know anything because you don’t know them.

Cue the mistrust, the reveals, how it all goes wrong and someone gets hurt, be it the other when they don’t have their powers or their kids and suddenly you’ve pissed off the man who loves his family so much he was tearing the multiverse open to try and keep the timeline going where they were all alive and happy together and the woman who loves those kids just as much. Or, say that reveal had villains get both of the Batsons, and now those heroes have to look those orphans in the eye and beg forgiveness, and when fate still demands its heroes out comes two new ones that make it seem like the whole Batson sham was fake and no way Marilyn and CC were the Marvels, the marvels are still flying around after they’ve gone and gotten dead and buried. Cue those heroes looking at the new Captain and Mary Marvel, knowing it’s the kids they accidentally made orphans wearing the faces of the friends they betrayed.

[wisteria15]

guys help me i cant get over the potential angst over how much captain marvel looks like c.c batson AUGWHJSSEXRDUIGVYJNUOIHHJSDBLARSHELPME

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Like, imagine Billy watching the news and seeing himself as Captain Marvel flying and saving the Fawcett citizens?? to him it'd be as if his dad was alive again, he'd be watching his dad be a beloved superhero, someone who helps others and changes lives for the best.

it'd be like watching another person, like somehow Billy is just another regular civilian. He'd delude himself into believing his dad was out there saving the world. He'd dissociate as Billy, feeling his worth belonged to his dad, as if he himself never existed as a hero.

And maybe eventually he'd break as captain marvel.

[buckysgrace]

1. Wicked Game

Now That We Don’t Talk

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Mayfield OC

CW: Stepcest, unprotected p n v sex, cheating

She stared in the mirror, trying to see how else she could make herself look older as she looked at the way her hair was pinned up. Her face was still slightly round, too baby faced in her opinion. She was supposed to get married today. How was she supposed to do that when she still looked so young?

She brought her brush up again, trying to decide if her eyes needed a fresh coat of color when she listened to the door creaking open behind her. She straightened up a bit, biting down on her bottom lip as she followed the trail of the blonde boy behind her. 

His hair was tied out of his face, loose blonde curls drifting onto his forehead as he snaked his way up behind her. She squealed softly as he pressed her forward, hips digging into the counter as he rested his warm chest against her back. 

“You’re not supposed to see me.” Kim giggled, her face burning as Billy’s hands wandered across her curves. He leaned forward, chin falling into the crook of her neck as his lips curled into a smirk.

“You’re not in your dress yet,” He grinned mischievously as his hands gripped her tits. She whimpered as he palmed at her bra. It was simple. White, lacey and see through. It matched the pair of panties that she had on as well, “Just had to see you first.” He mumbled as his lips brushed against the crook of her neck.

“So impatient,” She bit her lip as she met his gaze in the mirror, “I want you.” She told him honestly, needing to feel his cock inside of her before things became official. Just before she was married. 

“One last time?” He asked her softly. She nodded her head, knowing it was too late for her to change her mind. She’d always give into him. 

He dragged his lips against the curve of her shoulders, making her sigh softly at the feeling. They were soft, but slightly rough at the same time. It felt nice as his large palms kneaded at her tits, squeezing softly as he began to rut his bulge against the curve of her ass.

She turned, arm moving behind his neck as she pressed her lips against his roughly. She moaned at the electricity that traveled through her veins, burning her as his lips dragged roughly against hers. 

He gripped her neck, squeezing her softly to keep her in place as he slid his tongue inside of her mouth. She moaned as she pressed her tongue against his, dragging slowly as she savored his taste on her tongue. 

She rubbed her fingers across his jawline softly, holding onto him as her tongue swirled around with his. She felt like she was floating, her mind hazy as he moved them onto their knees. She giggled against her mouth, sighing softly as he pushed her back onto the floor playfully.

“You look pretty,” He mumbled as he tugged at the straps of her bra, smirking before he removed her bra completely. She bit her bottom lip, dropping her eyes towards the floor. She still felt shy around him, especially when he looked at her so intensely, “Eyes up here.” He teased as he tapped his finger against her chin, making her follow his lead.

He traced his thumb lightly across the curve of her lips before he dropped his hands. His eyes stayed on hers, staring her down as he slid her panties aside. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to keep her heart from hammering too roughly inside of her chest in case it decided to explode.

Her eyes drifted down his taut muscles, his golden skin as he pulled his pants down. She turned her gaze away from his eyes then, staring at his hardened cock as excitement pooled through her. She savored the curve of his cock, his thick girth as he gave himself a little squeeze. Then smirked all cocky, clearly knowing the effect that he had on her.

“What do you want?” He hummed softly as he drifted his tip through her pink folds, smearing his precum across her clit. She whimpered at the feeling, fingertips twitching as she remembered the feeling of the stretch of his cock. 

“You,” She breathed out at first, blinking roughly to keep her mind from fogging over. His gaze turned towards her in surprise, making her a little worried, “I want your cock.” She whispered softly, rolling her hips forward to make a point. His expression softened. Good save.

“I’ll treat you good,” He teased as he slid his tip against her hole, making her squirm as he slowly pushed himself inside of her, “That’s it, Red. Taking my cock like a good little whore.” He groaned as he filled himself to the brim, his balls pressing against her skin.

She shivered underneath him, trembling as he leaned over top of her. Her thighs fell against her chest, squishing her boobs as he crowded in on her. She moaned as the tip of his cock pressed against her bundle of nerves, making her croon as the pleasure toppled over her.

“Yeah?” He teased, mocking her as he used one hand to grip her chin. His warm air slid against her face, making her yearn for more as his minty taste tickled her features, “It feels that good?” He mocked, pouting out his bottom lip as he spoke all high of himself. But yeah. It really did.

“More,” She whimpered as she rocked her hips forward, her cunt squelching around his thick girth, “Please, Billy. Wanna feel more of you.” She begged him as she gripped a hold of his biceps.

He groaned as he dropped his head, just barely brushing his lips over hers as he began to build a steady pace. She sighed against his open mouth, clit throbbing in pleasure as her body burned from his motions. Her legs ached, chest felt heavy as he balanced his full weight on top of hers. 

Everything felt too intense as she writhed underneath him, trying to keep her eyes open as the lust spread through her body. Her veins were burning from the feeling of her skin on his, the feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around his cock. LIke he belonged. It felt too perfect, almost too much. 

She tilted her head up, crashing her lips messily against his to keep her sounds at bay. She didn’t need anyone to become suspicious or curious. Her moans vibrated across his lips as he rutted his cock deep inside of her, making her head swirl and pleasure form deep inside of her chest. 

His tongue dove into her mouth, licking and sucking as his rough hands moved to her hips. He gripped her easily, rocking her up and down the curve of his cock like she weighed nothing. Each time his cock hit her g-spot, making her toes curl and fire spread deep within her. 

“Right there,” She cried out, holding her ankles up to her head as Billy rammed his cock in and out of her wet cunt, “Feels so good.” She whined loudly as her head fell against the hard floor. She felt like she was in a haze, the very best dream she could ever have. She didn’t want to wake up from this.  

He was so deep inside of her, the tip of his cock pressing against her bundle of nerves with each hard thrust. Her walls stretched across his girth, leaving her breathless as the sound of their bodies connecting filled the room. It was a dirty melody, filthy. But she loved it. 

“You’re so good for your big brother,” He groaned as he gripped the back of her thighs, squeezing roughly as he dragged his cock in and out of her slick pussy. Her mind felt hazy as she locked eyes with him, savoring the blissful look on his expression, “Fucking whore.” He hissed, sweat dripping onto his forehead as her back dragged against the floor. 

Her legs felt numb as her fingernails dug into her skin as he continued to rut his cock deep inside of her, sliding himself in even further than before. She could taste his breath as she inhaled; could feel his cock throbbing against her walls. 

Her thoughts became a blur as her muscles contracted, her walls breaking down as loud gasps left her mouth. He quickly shushed her, shoving his palm over her lips to muffle her sounds. Her eyes rolled back, body shook as she came around his cock.

He grunted roughly on top of her, skin sliding easily against hers as his movements became rough and choppy. He held onto her tightly, thrusting into her twice before he came to a halt deep inside of her.

“Fuck,” He cursed, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as his jaw relaxed in awe, “Jesus.” He huffed, staring down at her with lust filled eyes as he came inside of her. Everything inside of her burned, desperately wishing she could tug him closer to her. She didn’t want to let go. 

He huffed as he gently sat up, letting her legs rest around him. She giggled softly at the feeling of the blood rushing to her feet, her body feeling heavy as he squeezed at her hips. His smile was warm for once, his hair resting over his forehead as she tried not to admire him too closely. But God was he handsome.

He hummed quietly as he pulled himself free, snagging a few tissues to clean himself up before he got himself dressed. He moved onto his knees, then onto his feet as he turned away from her. Signaling to her that it was really over. 

“I’ll see you out there?” She asked as she slowly dressed herself once again, flushing at the feeling of their mixture dripping from her cunt. Her thighs were trembling, but it felt nice. A reminder. 

“Uh, yeah,” He nodded his head, “I am a groomsman.” He laughed as he worked on buttoning his shirt, his eyes staying away from hers for the longest time. She gulped, desperately wanting him to look at her. 

“Yeah,” She rubbed the back of her neck, “Maybe-,” She trailed off, unsure of where she was going with her thought. He observed her, like he was waiting for her to speak the truth. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t face rejection from him, not again. He had made things clear a long time ago. This had been strictly pleasure. 

“It was nice for our last time,” He mumbled as he took a step closer, holding her chin softly, “See you around.” She savored the feeling of his skin against hers, desperately wishing for one last kiss. It didn’t even have to be a deep one, just a little peck.

She savored the freckles on his cheeks, the dark shape of his eyebrows and the curve of his mouth as he traced his thumb across her lips. She moved a little closer, only to have him pull away. He gave a stiff smile. That was it. That was all she got.

She watched him leave, sinking into her familiar hole of guilt and shame. It didn’t matter how many times this happened, she always felt disgusting afterwards. But it also made her want him that much more. She wished he felt the same.

Wrong. It was wrong. There would be no real relationship between them. It was all over now. It had to be. She reminded herself that as she dressed herself again, trying to bury any of her wrongdoings underneath layers of makeup. She could hide it away. Billy would want her to. 

Her dress wasn’t something that she had envisioned herself in before, but everyone insisted that it looked better than the poofy sleeves and ballroom silhouette that she wanted. They said that this one was timeless. It hugged her chest gently, the sleeves wide at her wrists as it softly billowed off of her body. A little too exposing for her comfort. 

“Look at you,” Susan smiled brightly, touching her hair gently once she was all zipped up, “You look so beautiful.” Her grin was far too wide as she inspected her, like she was trying to find any little imperfections. She had been doing quite a bit to impress the Hagan’s. So had Neil. Kim figured it had to do with their money and their own little power. 

“Thank you,” She replied shyly, bringing her eyes towards the floor as Neil waited behind her. There had been quite a bit of uproar from the two of them when she had firmly stated that her own father would be walking her down the aisle. Not Neil, “I’m scared.”

“There’s no reason to be,” Her mother insisted, “You’re going to be so happy with Tommy. He’ll take care of you.” Kim knew she didn’t mean it in a threatening way, but she knew that as long as she was with Tommy it meant that she could take care of them. Her happiness didn’t really matter. 

“Okay,” She breathed out deeply, “I’m ready.” The words felt odd on her tongue, heavy as she was unsure if that was the truth or not. Was she ready? It seemed odd, felt even more bizarre when she was whisked out and Billy was nowhere in sight. Where did he go? She wanted one last reassuring look from him, a promise that this was what he had really wanted. 

Compliments and music fell numbly to her ears, a simple buzz as she gripped the flowers tightly in between her fingers. Orchids. They weren’t her favorite, but they were pretty. Tommy’s mother had insisted that they would look better and she had been too timid to speak her own thoughts. It had been weeks later when she’d discovered that his mother had recommended them for fertility purposes.

Almost everything about the wedding had been done without her say. Everything was far too elegant for her, which was okay. She appreciated it, she really did. But many things she thought they could save money on had been bought and purchased proudly. Nothing was handmade, all bought from expensive shops. 

She knew that without a doubt that this was just the beginning of the rest of her life. His family would forever walk all over her, just like her mother and stepfather did. She’d be stuck, her words holding no means as everyone else made decisions around her. But no one really cared what she thought, so why should she get worried about it now? At least she’d be loved. 

She was out of place, being forced into a role that she wasn’t sure she could keep up. But she’d have to. It was too late to turn back, to get cold feet. If she left now, she’d have no one. 

“You know,” Sam added softly as he took her hands, “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.” He whispered underneath his breath, keeping the conversation between the two of them. 

“What?” She asked breathlessly, eyes widening in disbelief. He had been the only one to suggest such a thing. Everyone else was adamant that Tommy would be good for her. He was good for her. 

“If you’re not ready,” He started slowly, “Or if it just doesn’t feel right. You don’t have to do this. We can call it off, I can do it for you.” He patted her hand gently, making her heart hammer roughly inside of her chest as a bead of sweat fell down the back of her neck.

She thought about it for far too long, pictured Billy the whole time as well. Could she live with herself if Sam helped her leave? She couldn’t leave Tommy at the altar, but perhaps that would save some hurt later down the road. But she reminded herself that there was no one else. Tommy was in love with her. The only person who had ever loved her in such a way. 

“Are you telling me this to support me or because you don’t like Tommy?” She asked him softly, trying to make the atmosphere less tense. She was close to breaking down, to taking his offer and running with it. She could get away. She didn’t have to do this.

“You’re nineteen,” He drew out softly, “You have your whole life in front of you. I just want to make sure this is what you want.” His brown eyes were soft, too gentle for her to look at for too long. 

The music changed, signaling her that it was time to begin walking. Her heart pounded rougher, so fast that she swore everyone else could hear it. She didn’t want to walk in front of everyone, she didn’t want to become some little doll for them to play with. But she was. That was her future. She had one more quick second to change her mind, to decide her own future.

“Kim?” Sam repeated, bringing her gaze back up towards him as her throat became dry. The doors were open, exposing them to everyone. Her knees felt weak, her tongue heavy as she stared. She couldn’t do it. Not with everyone staring. She needed to move. 

“I’m just nervous,” She said at last, feeling like she might vomit all over her shoes, “I’m okay.” She did her best to comfort him, gripping him tightly for support. She was sure that her father was no fool, he could feel her trembling against him. She could blame it on her shyness. That was it. She was just scared. She was being silly. 

She breathed in deeply, then exhaled roughly as her eyes scanned the church as Sam guided her inside. She felt like she was being dragged along, her feet in thick cement blocks as he pushed her further and further towards the front of the church.

Tommy stood with his hands crossed, his cheeks pink and a soft smile on his lips. She nodded as she tried to reassure herself that this was right. Her eyes continued to wander, searching for the spot Billy was supposed to be standing in. 

She looked at Sam in confusion, but had no time to ask questions before she was ushered forward. Her heart beat too roughly inside of her chest as Tommy took her hand, his palm slightly warm and clammy. 

She gave him a reassuring smile as everything drowned out underneath her pulse racing and veins vibrating. Her body was too loud as she tried to search in the crowd, looking for where Billy might be lingering.

He was going to stop the wedding. She was sure of it. This would be it. He’d finally tell her his true feelings. She knew that he would. That he had to.

But then the priest rushed through that part of the speech and then rings were exchanged with their little vows. Everything felt robotic, or like she was in some sort of trance. This wasn’t right. She knew that, so why wasn’t she stopping it.

“I do.” Tommy answered, making her gaze snap back towards him and away from where she kept looking at the door. She blinked, reminding herself that she shouldn’t be searching. She shouldn’t be distracted.

And she was again as the question turned towards her. Her mouth parted but no words came out as suddenly everything was quiet, far too silent as she suddenly couldn’t speak the words. She swallowed roughly, afraid of what else may come up if she forced the words up. 

She looked around the church once more, taking in the faces of friends and family members as she suddenly felt as if her heart weighed thousands of pounds. Like it had dropped through her body and now laid at her feet. Her hands trembled before she turned back to face Tommy. Her soon to be husband. But not the one that she wanted to marry, that she really wanted to be with.

She looked in his concerned brown eyes as she tried to get her tongue untangled, reminding herself that it was pointless to stand and wait. Billy was gone. He wasn’t going to stop the wedding, nor did he have any desire to marry her. She was just a plaything to him. He didn’t love her.

“I do,” She answered at last, breathing in deeply as she forced a smile up to her lips, “Of course I do.” She exhaled, knowing that the price had been paid. There was no going back now. 

Tags: @cassandracorvo

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[lavena]

I absolutely adore that with the all the Bruce wayne is Billy Batsons real father. No one ever villanizes (I spelled that wrong) C.C or really Marilyn.

It's always they met on a dig while they were having a fight, she comes clean to him, he accepts it, she is pregnant its Bruce's. And every single time he says he will love this boy like his own. And he does, it's his son, his billy bean that he adores.

[erehwontownies]

🛹 Teen Townies

Original teenager townies! A bunch of young teens with diverse personalities who are great for filling classrooms, loitering around boba shops, and potentially being a bad influence on your kids.

Younger teens around 13-16. Includes hand-picked preferences, skills, etc. No jobs. On the gallery at m0ckest or tray files below. Enjoy!

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[oliveroctavius]

I am not immune to the future version of a character having visibly gained weight in adulthood as a visual indicator of increased happiness and safety

[daylifesims]

BILLIE HAIR SET - Bad Guy (2 versions)

Please read my TOU before download.

New meshes

Base game compatible

24 EA colours

Hat compatible

All LODs

Custom Thumbnail

V1 (with bangs) - V2 (without bangs)

DOWNLOAD (Patreon Early Access) free on March 30

CREDITS

Gradients by Simandy

[puppetwoman17]

Billy is six years old and he doesn’t understand death.

Billy is six years old and his parents are dead. His mom is found laying on the floor of her hotel room, covered in her own blood. His dad’s body is trapped beneath the rubble, devoid of sunlight.

Billy is six years old and his sister is gone. They can’t find her body. They can’t find her clothes. They can’t find her blood or her hair. She’s just gone.

Billy is six years old and he doesn’t understand death.

He waits for them to come home. Whispers at night that he hates his uncle.

Billy is six years old and he thinks it’s his fault they haven’t come home. He got bad grades. He can’t understand the equations on the board. He made his parents leave him home. He became a burden, so they left him. Mary must think the same too, because she hasn’t come home either.

Billy is six years old and his entire life has changed. They brought his mom back, but she isn’t moving. Her eyes are closed and she isn’t moving or breathing. Dad isn’t with her.

He thinks that’s all wrong. Dad loved mom more than anything in the universe. He would never leave her. And they wouldn’t leave Mary to fend for herself. It doesn’t matter how much they must’ve hated him. He knew, with every fiber of his being, that they loved Mary.

Billy is seven years old, and he watches them lower his mother’s body into the ground from a distance. He stands behind a tree as eulogies are delivered, and two more stones are added on either side. The boxes are empty.

They have the nerve to pray for him.

Billy is seven years old and an adult finally believes in him. He finds a world of mystic and magic and impossibilities turned to possibilities.

Billy is eight when he finally uses the Historama. He’s curious. He’s tired. He’s lonely. He wants the truth.

Billy is eight when he finally understands death. His parents aren’t away because they hate him. His parents are away because they’re gone.

And yet, he can’t shake the feeling that Mary is still alive.

- - -

Mary doesn’t remember how old she is.

She has nightmares and visions and hears voices from a long forgotten past. She can’t sleep without waking up screaming. She sees faces she can’t put names to. She loves her adoptive parents, but the chasm in her heart is too deep.

Mary doesn’t remember what she likes or dislikes. She lives in a big house now, with her own room. But she likes sleeping when someone else is sleeping with her. She doesn’t think she’s ever had her own room.

Mary doesn’t remember how old she is, but she remembers the feeling of a sharp, cold hand on her shoulder, guiding her onto a boat with a name that she knows isn’t hers. She doesn’t know where she lives. She doesn’t know who her family is, or if she even has a family.

Mary doesn’t remember how old she is, but she remembers a towel over her mouth. Zoning out. Her memories floating away from her. Yelling and screaming for a mom and a dad. Something about B—

Mary doesn’t remember how old she is, and she can’t shake the feeling that she left someone behind.

[silveragelovechild]

Some very cool Character Studies of The Original Captain Marvel and Family - by Doc “Evan” Shaner!

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Regardless of how many times Eddie has made a complete ass of himself, he’s never let himself be perceived as soft.

It was easier when he lived with his uncle — the boys would come over for game night, or to rehearse for their next gig, and they wouldn’t ask him uneasy questions.

Even after he came out about his relationship.

For them, he assumed, it was out of sight and out of mind. Eddie still had loads of free time to dedicate to his friends, so there wasn’t really much to address.

The first incident happened on the three month anniversary of when he got together with his partners, which of course happened to fall on a night he had a session of D&D to attend. His request to push the game back until the next day was denied profusely until he shrugged and through gritted teeth said, painfully, that he would just have to miss the game if they wanted to carry on with it so badly.

So the game got pushed back. And when Eddie showed up that next day, he was greeted with an intervention rather than snacks and beer.

Ever since then, after the handful of ignored calls and cancelled band practices that followed, he’s mostly been able to skirt by with his friends without issue.

Then he had to go and move in with his boyfriends like some lovesick loser, as Gareth had put it when he first found out.

Eddie’s enjoyed the freedom of having a newer, slightly larger living space. He likes not having to go home and sleep alone, or sneak into someone else’s bed just to have to sneak back out before dawn.

It makes him feel soft, which makes him feel pathetic.

Which is why his skin is crawling at the thought of hosting in the new place for the first time.

He makes sure the fridge is stocked with beer, that there’s an array of snacks to choose from on the counter, and he has a selection of rentals from Family Video lying on the coffee table.

None of that stops the air from going tense and heavy when his friends show up.

They’ve abstained from asking questions about his relationship thus far, but the temptation must grow impossible to ignore when they step into the house and see evidence that it’s real. That Eddie moved all of his shit into another place and he’s serious about it.

That it’s clearly not just hooking up or whatever like he’s been saying for forever.

It’s for real and there’s the faint beat of water against tile from somewhere at the back of the house, the only noise aside from the stagnant tension in the air.

Eddie bounces his leg restlessly, tapping the neck of his beer bottle with his index finger as he stares down at the untouched tapes on the coffee table. Anxiously waiting for the inevitable.

“Where’re your guitars?” Gareth asks, and then clears his throat. “Thought you’d have ‘em hanging up in here.”

“They’re in the bedroom.”

Gareth nods. He’s slouching on the sofa, arm draped over the back of it as he looks around.

“Who picked out the fugly carpet and matching curtains?”

Eddie purses his lips when Grant and Jeff both snicker.

“Steve, uh, likes flannel.”

“Are those your posters?” Grant asks.

“Those are Billy’s, actually.” Eddie glances over at the wall behind the tv, featuring everything from Dolly Parton to Jimi Hendrix, and he spreads a little smile. “Well, the ABBA poster is Steve’s, but we keep telling him it’s not a permanent addition.”

“Where are your posters at?” Grant asks.

Eddie looks at him, perched next to Gareth on the couch, and nods his head toward the back of the house.

“Bedroom.”

“Do you have anything of yours out here? Or is it all in the room?” Jeff asks.

The question sounds accusatory. Eddie almost winces at the word bedroom, like referring to it as the room reinforces the fact that he shares a bed.

He would give almost anything for that little bit of information to not be processed. Hell, he’d give anything for this conversation to be over and done with.

It would save him the embarrassment.

“I mean, most of my shit was out of my room at Wayne’s, so it doesn’t really fit with the rest of the—“

“Why don’t you have the guitars out here? Seems kind of impractical to have them in your bedroom,” Gareth interrupts. “Not enough room to jam.”

Eddie swipes his thumb in a circle around the rim of his beer.

“Not really enough wall space.”

Jeff blows a raspberry and chuckles. The mismatched armchair that he’s sitting in almost looks like it’s about to swallow him whole.

“There’s a fucking decorative skateboard rack on the wall, but you couldn’t put your guitars up?”

“Oh, those aren’t decorative, Billy skates. He’s actually pretty g—“

“Did they at least let you help pick out furniture or anything?”

“Yeah, this stuff doesn’t really seem like it’s your style,” Grant adds.

Quickly, the three of them are attaching their inputs and observations together like train cars, one after the other, and Eddie’s vision goes hazy as he tunes them out.

Thinly-veiled insults here, passive aggression there.

Vaguely, in the background, the water stops running. How Eddie can still pick that up, he has no idea, but he can feel his ears quirk when the blow dryer starts whirring. Then his head is turning when he hears footsteps.

The chatter stops immediately when a figure emerges from the bedroom.

Steve pads out with a towel around his waist, hair wet and slicked back, and makes a direct line for the kitchen counter. Ignores the eyes that are lingering on him as he pulls a drawer open and unearths a pack of smokes and a lighter.

When he shakes a cigarette out and hastily lights it, pulling the smoke into his lungs, his eyes flick up to meet several gazes. All but Eddie turn their heads away.

Steve huffs amusedly. Drops everything back into the drawer and shuts it, crossing the small distance into the living room.

Eddie laments the fact that the blow dryer is still audibly running — Billy and Steve obviously showered together, and it makes Eddie want to go lie down in the street. Even more so when Steve comes to stand beside the recliner and Eddie’s eyes linger on the droplets of water dripping down his chest.

“Thought you were havin’ movie night,” Steve says, cigarette pinched between his lips.

He combs his fingers loosely into Eddie’s hair, and the other brunet exhales a stiff sigh as he tilts his head back to rest against the top of the recliner.

“We are,” Eddie says. “Giving a metaphorical, verbal tour of the house.”

Steve hums. Blows smoke through his nose and smiles, and Eddie swears he can feel the warmth of it on his skin.

“Well, be careful if you take a literal tour. I don’t think I’ll be able to wrangle Bill back into clothes tonight.”

He plucks the cigarette from his mouth with his free hand and leans down to press a kiss to Eddie’s forehead before he pulls away. It spurs a surge of unwelcome butterflies in the pit of Eddie’s stomach.

“‘Kay.”

Then Steve takes his leave, retreating back into the bedroom. Eddie’s gaze lingers on the cracked door, listening for the muffled sounds of arguing when Billy sees that his stash has been robbed. A little smile quirks at the corners of Eddie’s lips.

He almost forgets for a moment that he’s not at home with just his partners.

“What was that about?” Gareth asks.

Eddie returns his gaze to the sofa and quirks a brow.

“What was what about?”

“The way he came in here.”

A beat of silence passes. Eddie shrugs.

“I mean, we’re all guys, I didn’t think it was weird that he came out in a towel,” he says.

“No, the way he came in here to check on you. Right out of the shower, like he was jealous and couldn’t even bother to dry off first.”

Now, Eddie sputters out a laugh, but he sobers and clears his throat when all three of his friends fix him with nothing but serious expressions.

“Are you serious?” he asks.

“Seemed like he was trying to signal that he didn’t want us here, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Jeff adds. “Like, asking if it was movie night when he already knows? He was basically saying that if we don’t start a movie right away, we might as well leave.”

“Textbook manipulation,” Grant says.

Eddie can’t help that he laughs.

“Holy shit, is there a gas leak in here or something? What the fuck are you guys talking about?”

The three of them all exchange glances, and suddenly, he’s at that bullshit intervention again.

“First,” Gareth begins. Glances over his shoulder to ensure that no one else is listening before he turns back to Eddie, lowering his voice. “They don’t let you put any of your stuff up, and now they can’t even let you be alone with your friends for half an hour before one of them interrupts? How do you not see what they’re up to?”

“Yeah, Eddie, you need to remember your roots. We always hated people like them,” Grant says.

“Them?” Eddie huffs.

“Preps,” Jeff says. “And once a prep, always a prep. They’ll choose each other over the freak every time.”

While Eddie is stared at expectantly, he simply breathes. In and out. In and out. Listens to his blood running in the shells of his ears, like the distant sound of the ocean.

Thinks about how this is so much worse than it was last time, and he swears he can see himself in the third person, sitting in the recliner.

Each second that passes is two seconds lost.

“Did you guys, like, rehearse this before you came over?” he muses, though there’s no humor in his voice. “I mean, what the fuck are you even saying to me right now? That because the shit from my high school bedroom isn’t plastered all over the walls, and Steve gave me a kiss, that I’m in some kind of toxic environment? Do none of you realize how insane that sounds?”

“Dude, you’ve been calling whatever this is a fling and shit for the past like six months!”

Eddie shakes his head and tsks, sitting up and moving to the edge of his seat. About to say fuck it and kick them all out the front door.

“You just seem like you’re rushing in, and we don’t want you to get hurt,” Jeff says.

“Yeah,” Grant adds. “We’re telling you this because we care, man.”

Almost as if it’s by the flick of a switch, Eddie zaps back into his body, and he grits his teeth. Shoots up out of his seat and furrows his brows, veins fixing to pop if he so much as breathes too deep.

“Ever think that maybe I’ve been taking it seriously the whole time? Maybe I just didn’t talk about it in front of you guys because I didn’t want to get made fun of?” Eddie confesses. “I really… I really like my boys. I love them. I love waking up and getting to have morning cuddles with Billy while Steve makes pancakes, and I love the way our place is decorated. Maybe it says something about you guys that my fucking safe haven is with the preps, when you’re supposed to be my people.”

Eddie heaves a sigh once he’s done and sweeps a hand over his face, suddenly so drained that he isn’t sure how many counts he stares at the carpet for. Limbs shaking, heart thundering like he just ran ten miles.

When he looks up, all he sees are ghost-white faces staring back up at him. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spies figures in the doorway of the bedroom.

He looks over, immediately flushing red.

Steve stands there in an ugly pair of plaid pajama pants, and Billy is behind him, shrouded in a white robe with the letter E embroidered on the collar.

Earlier, Eddie might’ve blown a fuse over the small detail, worried about how it implies that they share clothes, or worse, that they have three matching bathrobes with their initials on them. Right now, he couldn’t give less of a shit.

Not when both of them are looking at him with glassy eyes.

He stares, dumbfounded by what he just said for a long, long moment. Unsure if he’s sleeping on the couch tonight or if he’s getting the ride of his life once it’s lights out.

“Did you just say that you love us?” Steve rasps.

His chin trembles, and from behind him, Billy chuckles as he sets a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I did,” Eddie says.

Steve clears his throat and nods.

“I love you too,” he manages.

The tension relaxes out of Eddie’s shoulders, and he smiles as he sets his half-empty beer down on the coffee table.

“It’s okay, baby, you don’t have to pretend to be all stoic about it,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mere.”

Steve immediately crosses the room and moves into a hug when Eddie opens his arms around him, moisture overflowing his red-rimmed eyes. Steve is warm, and he smells fresh. Like clean laundry and sandalwood. Eddie holds him tighter and tucks his face into the bend where his shoulder meets his neck.

For a moment, it’s just the two of them. Eddie kisses his skin, and with every press, he hopes Steve hears the silent I’m sorry I waited so long that accompanies it.

Then Eddie rests his chin on his partner’s shoulder and sighs. Shifts his gaze to where Billy meanders into the room and stops behind the sofa, leaning his elbows against the back of it.

Suddenly, Eddie remembers that they aren’t alone, and the tension in the rest of the room is almost tangible outside of the little bubble he’s in.

Gareth, seated right in front of where Billy leans, is frozen in his seat. Doesn’t move, even when the blond reaches an arm down to touch the label of his vest and examine the closest pin.

Because even in the poofy white robe, with his curls fresh and fluffy, Billy breathes intimidation.

“I know about everything,” he says softly. Flicks playfully at the pin before he pulls his hand away, folding his arms and resting his chin atop them. Conversational. “If you keep it up, Corroded Coffin will be disbanded, and you’ll lose your dungeon master. Stevie advocates for Edd to hang out with you guys constantly, but I don’t fucking like you, and I don’t want you in my house if you’re gonna spew nothin’ but nonsense.”

Gareth, eyes wide, looks to Eddie. A silent plea for help, or for backup of any kind.

Eddie simply raises his eyebrows, hands smoothing over Steve’s back.

“If you don’t want me in your house… then why am I here?” Gareth asks.

“Because I ignored my gut even though I smelled bullshit, hoping to be proven wrong. Back talk me again and I’ll beat your skinny ass.” Billy chews his lip, mulling something over in silence for a moment. “Movie night’s cancelled.”

Steve sniffles and leans away from Eddie, his eyes mostly dry as he turns and fixes the blond with a tired look.

“Bill.”

When Billy simply holds up a finger, Steve rolls his eyes.

“And go ahead and give me twenty push-ups.”

“What?” Grant asks, looking to Eddie. “He’s joking, right?”

Eddie shrugs. Laces his arms around Steve’s waist from behind and leans into him, nosing fondly at his freshly-dried hair.

“I don’t personally know him to be funny.”

Billy chuckles at that.

“Drop and give me twenty or I drop you off in the middle of the woods naked, how ‘bout that?” he lilts. There’s a brief second of anticipation before Gareth decidedly slides out of his seat, and the others do the same. Billy hums in approval as they all get on all fours and assume the position. “No girl pushups, either, knees off the ground. And I’m gonna need an out-loud count.”

Gareth lowers his chest to the ground, arms already beginning to shake as he manages a strangled, “One…”

Jeff and Grant echo him. Billy pushes himself up away from the sofa and rounds the side of it, coming to stand beside the couple.

“Two…”

“I love you too, by the way,” Billy murmurs. Reaches up to brush his knuckles lightly against Eddie’s cheek before he leans in to meet him in a quick kiss. “Missed you in the shower.”

Eddie chuckles.

“Three…”

“It’s too cramped for all three of us in there.”

“Don’t care.”

Billy tilts into another kiss, his thumb tracing the cut of Eddie’s jaw all the while.

“I’m glad you like the way our place is decorated,” Steve says. “Dustin and Rob gave me so much shit when they came to help set stuff up.”

“Four…”

“I like the curtains and the rug… reminds me of sneaking into your old room,” Eddie says.

“That fucking wallpaper used to give me headaches, I’d only fuck in there if it was dark,” Billy snickers.

The three of them share a laugh. Then, Billy glances down at the floor and purses his lips when there’s silence.

“They made it to four,” Steve whispers.

“Just four? Pity.” Billy claps his hands together a few times. “Up, ladies, let’s go.”

The three boys on the floor push themselves up, faces flushed red. Gareth brings a hand up to his chest and rubs near his shoulder, walking warily toward the front door when Billy steps over to it and grabs the handle.

“Are you… are you really gonna take us to the woods naked?” he wonders.

Billy makes a face, like that’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard, and pulls the door open.

“No, man, just go home. Get naked there if you want, I don’t care.”

At the words, Gareth and the others look confused, but they file outside anyway. Then Billy shuts the door behind them and locks the deadbolt before he sighs.

“You’re so mean,” Steve murmurs.

“I like assertive better,” Billy says. Closes in behind Eddie and sandwiches him between his partners, hands moving around their waists and pulling them back against him. “Plus, I wasn’t really gonna kick any of their asses. Unless you wanted me to.”

The last part is murmured softly into Eddie’s ear, and he gets goosebumps.

“Got the job done,” Eddie sighs. “I feel like I just came out for the first time again.”

“Give it a couple weeks, they’ll wanna come back again when they’ve had time to think about the stuff you said,” Steve reassures.

Eddie snorts.

“Maybe if we put Billy down for a nap before they come over.”

“Hey, I’m so nice until you upset one of my boys. Then I turn into Queen Bitch, and I go for the throat,” Billy huffs. Sets his chin in the crook of Eddie’s neck and pouts. “Also, fuck you, I’m funny.”

The brunet hums at that and tilts their heads together.

“I was kidding.”

“And I’m not a prep. If anything, it’d be me and you against him.”

Steve scoffs, and Eddie snickers.

“Hey, it’s us against the world, alright? Me and my lovers,” Eddie lilts.

He pinches softly at Steve’s sides, causing the other brunet to squirm away and pry himself free. Steve shakes his head amusedly and sits down on the sofa, grabbing one of the movies from the little stack and examining it.

Eddie leans further against Billy and smiles when big arms encase him.

“‘M sorry your movie night was a bust,” Billy murmurs.

“We can still watch something if you want,” Steve offers.

Big brown eyes gaze up at him, and Eddie chews his lip. Doesn’t push down the butterflies that start to swirl around in his tummy.

“Take your pic, princess.”

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Something that is endlessly dear to me is looking at the Tragic Backstory Dead Parents of characters and deciding to give them character for your own purposes.

Like, the Batsons were the dream. They were a couple that you could just tell love eachother to the ends of the earth and would never stop, CC is a story teller at heart and has the uncanny ability to spin the most boring day into a bedtime story adventure to dazzle and amaze his son, Marilyn liked hands on work and crafts and would make a whole game out of gardening with Billy.

One thing I did with my dad in childhood was visit what I remember being called a fossil park and how excited I was when I found something cool in the rocks, and I can’t stop thinking that somewhere deeply hidden away after Uncle E took over the house there’s a little wooden treasure box full of little fossils or bones or tiny tools Billy used to be like his parents everytime they visited one of those places.

The Batsons were wealthy and went all out on fun parties and events to celebrate with Billy, CC and Billy went as Batman and Robin every Halloween where Billy could say “Batman is so cool!” and before Billy was dressed as the “Bullet Bill” to CC’s Bulletman so he could dress up as his hero with his son in another mini-bulletman costume. Billy and Mary had the dream room every kid would’ve wanted, they both had a blast traveling in the summer with their parents for work and when they had to stay home with E or a nanny they called every day to ask all about what they were finding.

CC trusted and forgave to a fault his whole life, Marilyn was more perceptive and CC often listened to her judgment because she was often right about things. They taught their kids to do their best and always try to be their best selves, they led by example so it’s no wonder their kids ideals of heroism looks are “My mom and dad in supersuits”

They had to have been wonderful parents with the given amount of screw ups, to me, because their kids emulate them so much and Billy loves them even if his last memory with them is a bitter one because he was left home without Mary because his grades weren’t doing well and that led to him having everything taken from him when his parents died and never came back home. Mary in PoS specifically remembered her dad as looking like Captain Marvel with her amnesia bc Billy has his dads face and it’s very easy for her to think of her dad as a superhero, she can’t remember a thing about the man but she sees Captain Marvel and maps his face and features to what fuzzy memories she had of her parents and her brother.

I just… love the Batsons who were able to be part of their kids lives unlike the older and newer versions where they were either too dead or too absent to be parents. It’s just so much fun to craft the loving but still messy family that raised such a kind hero and fill the downtime of childhood and backstories with fond memories so they aren’t left as footnotes all the time