#central-hub-of-chaos

[naffeclipse]

There's a question. If Y/N was already an orca siren and Eclipse came across them, how much of a disconnect would there be presuming Y/N was part of a healthy pod and Eclipse lived alone?

An orca siren Y/N would quickly gather that Eclipse has not been raised with a pod because he lacks significant proper socialization that is taught from living with others. You would take great pity on him and immediately invite him to yours. It's rather small but you're sure Vanessa and Michael wouldn't mind (they very much do).

Eclipse doesn't want to join Y/N's pod, he wants to make his own. He coaxes you into coming with him and immediately begins trying to court you but you rebuff his attempts to take you away. He's very aggressive and possessive which you think is a very terrible coping mechanism due to his isolation. You really want to help him because no orca siren should be alone! That goes against their nature! It's not healthy and it's not safe!

It amazes you that he is still alone considering that Eclipse is rather striking and impressive. You will allow him to court you since you find him attractive, but you firmly set boundaries with Eclipse. He can't grab you out of nowhere. He can't demand you go somewhere with him. He can't intimidate you or else you will swim away from him and make him wait until tomorrow to see you again. It stings Eclipse's pride to hear 'no' over and over, and he grows fearful that you're going to leave when you keep telling him that he's not being nice, but it does spur him to become mindful and aware of your comforts and wants and needs. It's slow progress, but you start to see the beautiful side of Eclipse where he brings you food. He takes you to a lovely place to watch the stars and when he sings, your heart aches. He listens when you speak.

He's sweet. And Michael and Vanessa thought the feral siren was going to eat you.

[icedmetaltea]

If you're still looking for some more Male Reader insert fics, To Err is Human, and Hellish Blights and Heavenly Lights

Thank you!! Adding these to the list

[phlurrii]

So it was Palkia... but what in the world was the lead up here? Also the new Palkia being a shiny (i think?) I question what Noe's relationship is with Palkia, old and new.

Thats something I’ve had for months and been progressively refining for just as long! That current “scene” will take place in an animatic form. Aka, the animatic for Noe’s Arc, it’s going to be my most ambitious one yet ^^

As for his current relationship with the new Palkia, they’re… a little complicated, but cordial.

[fioletowyfacet]

The mental image of Profirio shaking hands with Jimmy Carter is hilarious because I imagine he looks at least a little feral.

//at least he's not a commie

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Hey Sun, what do you call a cross between a vegetable and a dog? A cauliflower!

Terrible puns always cheer him up :]

@thegenderfluidaceart

@emrystheblue

@central-hub-of-chaos

@ana-ludraco

@outlandishscenarios

[folkling]

The chaos of decorating a neighborhood. One poor random sim and house becomes the TOOL mod central hub for all things landscaping.

[ridhearts]

The first step to your lofty diplomatic dreams starts here...

*note: the housewardens all follow a specific order! please click below for the chapters as they're intended to be read!

overview. ♕ [chapter i.] chapter is. chapter ii. chapter iis. chapter iii. chapter iiis. chapter iv. chapter v. chapter vs. chapter vi. chapter vii.

THE QUEENDOM OF ROSES - RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

The Queendom of Roses is essentially the economic hub of the continent, at least when it comes to foreign markets. Though any remaining relationships are strictly for business, the Rosehearts family has managed to maintain contact with all the other countries of the continent except Briar Valley. The Coral Coast conducts all of their trade through the Queendom of Roses - while Pyroxene is closer, they have adopted a rather solitary policy, so the Queendom was the next best option. Additionally, the Rosehearts heir has a strong connection to the young heir Che’nya from abroad, solidifying their standing in international trade. Thus, the Queendom has become the unofficial central hub.

The ruling family has a firm hold on trade and on every day life of their citizens. From strictly enforced tariffs and trade routes, to specific tea times and daily beverages that must be consumed, those within the Queendom have a strict regimen that they must adhere to. When attending an important event, the only nobles more easily offended at a brash display than the Pyroxenes are the Rosarians.

The Card Soldiers are Her Majesty’s royal guard and are widely regarded as some of the best personal officers around. Many young hopefuls are trained within the borders of the Queendom before returning to their country to serve their lords, ladies and sovereigns.

MEETINGS

The Queendom of Roses maintained a hesitant relationship with your kingdom during the war. Once news came to the Queen that a new family was taking power, an invitation was bestowed upon you: visit her country, spend some time at the castle, and learn all about the social etiquette of the upper class.

Considering you were only a humble villager before becoming the next in line for the throne, you accepted the invitation. In fact, you were grateful for it. The fact that you had been invited made it easy for you to strengthen your ties to their kingdom, and hopefully reforge your bond!

You traveled to their Queendom as soon as you confirmed the arrangement, eager to start your diplomatic journey. Along the way, you were astounded by the wonderful smell of flowers and the bright, colorful landscape. People milled about the cobbled streets in fanciful suits and dresses, sporting fun decorated hats and eye-catching cravats. The foot traffic darted everywhere, even in front of your carriage, yet rather than busy chaos there was a sense of orderliness to it. A deep chime of a clock tower struck, spurring everyone on with a renewed sense of purpose. It was quite the contrast to your gray, rocky kingdom, where there was still physical damage visible from the dirt main streets and hopelessness seemed a day away.

Although, arriving on the castle grounds, you were surprised there wasn't much…fanfare. Your previous king always made a grand procession out of visitors, even when the visitors became a slow trickle of mages called in to protect the magestones and gorge themselves on food bought with taxpayer money. The guards, expecting your arrival, let you inside of the castle. It was quiet, so quiet your heeled shoes clicked against the floor and echoed. For a moment you thought you got the date wrong and worried that you were trespassing.

Somebody's heels approached from the hallway, quick and steady against the solid, shining floors. You were expecting a regal queen with a large dress, akin to the dresses your mother now wore. Instead, you watched as a short boy with red hair appeared, taking the stairs with ease. He held you in a gaze that bordered between blank and narrowed while gracefully closing the distance between the two of you. No matter how he compared to you in size or how cute he appeared, his aura of command was simply too strong for you to reject. You couldn't decide if the scepter in his hand was an accessory or a weapon.

"Ah…" You trailed off dumbly. His expression didn't change, but something flashed in his eyes and you could tell that your introduction was a test which you already failed. Suddenly rushing in your movements, you fumbled with the fabric of your clothes, tried to remember how to position your hands, and did your best curtsy or bow.

"Greetings…your highness?"

A moment of silence stretched between the two of you, unfriendly and unforgiving. The boy's eyes were as cold as an iron sword left unsheathed in the dead of winter. The longer he looked at you, the more the corners of his mouth tilted down into a small frown. Admittedly, it looked more like a pout than a frown, but you didn't dare utter a word and push yourself further from his good graces.

"Unacceptable," he finally muttered, averting his disappointed gaze. You swallowed.

"Apologies," you tried again. "You caught me off guard. I was expecting the Queen."

"Mother will not be administering your courses. She has left the duty to me," He explained. With a glance, you finally registered the small crown on his head, but quickly ducked your head back down in apology.

"I wasn’t aware. We didn't discuss the details in our letters."

He examined your bashful expression before stepping back, deciding this argument wasn't worth wasting time on. "Very well. My name is Riddle Rosehearts. I am the son of the queen and the heir to the throne. It is my duty to ensure you pass the same etiquette training I received, so that you might not tarnish what little reputation your country has left."

Your heart sank at that. There wasn't a moment that passed where you didn't love your country and its people. Your family risked their lives to fight for a better future, and now you were the one responsible for enriching your people's lives in every way you could. Even if you didn't have much of a name for your country, the dig still hurt. But you needed this to go well more than anything else, so you forced a polite smile.

"Shall we start immediately, then?" You asked sweetly.

Riddle scoffed. "Yes. Our first lesson: do not smile so widely. It is most assuredly without grace."

You instantly dropped your smile and followed Riddle through the hall.

The invitation didn't specify much of the details: who would administer your courses, how long they would take place, what exactly counted as passing - all these things were unknown to you. It appeared, though, that these lessons were going to be much more intense than you thought.

On the first day, Riddle nearly scolded you for coming so ill-prepared when you told him that you didn’t have anything with which to take notes. After staring at you for a moment, he huffed and left the room wordlessly. You sat on the edge of your seat, anxiously twiddling your thumbs until he returned with a bound journal and pen. Though he didn’t allow the book to slam on the table in front of you, he did pass it to you with a pointed look that served the same purpose as a loud thwack! Still, he was mostly addressing the basics verbally, indicating where you should be taking notes…which was practically after everything he said.

It lured you into a false sense of security. Maybe the prince had a bit of an attitude problem, but he was knowledgeable, and he’d pass his knowledge onto you for you to write down and review on your own time - preferably when you were far from the confines of this castle and on your way back home.

How wrong you were.

The very next day, he insisted that you put everything he told you into practice, without notes. You sputtered. “Certainly you don’t honestly expect that I’ve remembered all that?!”

“Why not? Any diligent student would have studied for at least an hour after lessons.”

“An hour?! We went over the information for hours after dinner, and I needed sleep!”

Riddle wasn’t one to be reasoned with, however, and still insisted you repeat the information back to him. Feeling stuck in the castle, without much of an option, you sighed and did your best.

Of course, how could anybody remember the precise order of nobility in such a short amount of time? There were so many dinner, lunch and breakfast rules to learn, ones that seemed to change based on the meal, the day, the amount of time you were sitting at the table after finishing your meal…

Every day, Riddle heaped hours of information on you, then expected you to relay it back to him the next day perfectly. When you fumbled the order of nobility, he made you write the order in your journal fifty times without looking at a reference. If your handwriting wasn’t up to snuff, he made you write out entire sections of the Queendom’s law in perfect script. Your pace and posture had to be perfect, or else you were forced to walk up and down the massive hallways with books stacked upon your head. At meals, every bite had to be prim and proper, or he’d lecture you before you could even pick up your fork again. 

And don’t get him started on the dancing.

You were dreadfully ill-prepared for the dancing. How did you know? Riddle told you first thing in the morning when he met you in the library and immediately shooed you out to go to a ballroom. There was no good morning to preface the information; just, “This next lesson will be positively dreadful.”

The first few hours were spent learning simple steps and motions, where to put your hands, how to follow and how to lead, et cetera. He even brought in two of his staff to help you in practicing switching off. You didn’t spend long in their company, but one of them insisted you were the sweetest thing, while the other gave you a wry grin in silent apology for Riddle’s behavior. It was a welcome reprieve.

But then it was back to being the focus of Riddle’s vigilant attention, and you ended the day with sore feet and growing animosity towards the only country that bothered to remember yours even existed.

You were in the middle of drafting a letter to your father, letting him know that the lessons were intensive and you’d be staying another week but you missed him and the others terribly, when there was a knock on the door. Opening it, you saw the green-haired butler from earlier. He informed you that tomorrow morning, you’d have the day to yourself while Riddle went to oversee some business with the Card Soldiers and you were welcome to attend, but your presence was not an obligation of your lessons. The way he said it made it seem like the only smart option.

Still, the next day you ate your breakfast slowly, trying not to notice how empty the large dining hall truly felt without Riddle berating you for doing something wrong. You barely even noticed how much care you were taking to eat the way he taught you, too lost in thought on what you should do.

After you finished, you glanced at the clock and then remained seated to think. You could explore the castle, or brush up on your assignments. Or, you mused dryly, you could hop in your carriage and leave, never to be seen or heard from by any Rosarian ever again. Or, a little voice said, you could check on Riddle.

You instinctively looked at the clock again, right as 15 minutes had passed. You hated when the universe gave you signs pointing in the direction you didn’t want to go.

Tentatively, you wandered through the halls the way the butler told you to go, walking past eclectic decorations of mainly red and black. Two large doors (that were, honestly, more window than door) led to the gardens, which then led to a training field. Walking through the lush green hedges and fragrant red roses, you were hit by how much you stuck out, dressed in dreary gray. Depressed, you realized that maybe you didn’t fit in at all - you were just a peasant playing royal, and maybe you were a lost cause.

Startled shouts caught your attention, snapping you out of your pity. You hurried towards the training field, a little less graceful than Riddle would have liked, and stopped right as you rounded the corner. 

You were just in time to see Riddle shouting and waving his scepter, summoning a heart-shaped collar around the neck of a redheaded recruit. He immediately yanked at it, though the annoyance in his face indicated that this had happened before. Still, he bit back at Riddle’s vicious words with venom of his own. You admired this future soldier more and more with each thing he said.

All at once, the commotion died down, and everybody fell silent. From the other side of the field, the queen approached, adorned in a great dress with a startlingly high collar. Her crown and scepter were both bigger than Riddle’s, though her hair was a similar, rich shade of red. As she approached, Riddle almost seemed to shrink back. It seemed like a smarter decision for you to duck back behind the corner and eavesdrop than stand and watch dumbly.

Due to the great distance between you and the other royals, you couldn’t quite make out every word that was exchanged. All you knew was there was a cold fury underlying her tone, and nobody dared to interrupt. Harsh words like ‘expected better,’ ‘utterly disappointing,’ ‘wasted authority,’ and ‘disgrace’ floated to you in the wind, so bitter and sharp that you almost felt like crying. After a while, you heard footsteps that you now knew were Riddle’s, and they were much faster than the pace he insisted you keep. For a moment you were worried he’d turn and catch you hiding, but he entered the castle through a nearby door instead. After a moment of holding your breath, you hurried back to the guest room and tried to avoid all the staff, as if you had heard a secret regarding national security and not a very public argument.

For the rest of the morning, you stared aimlessly at your notes, something like guilt gnawing at you. Lunch was spent alone again, and you hurried to get out of the too-big room. Afterwards, you waited in the library for your lessons to begin, but nobody showed up. Hesitantly, you checked the ballroom - also empty. Huffing, you wandered the grounds aimlessly, hoping to run into Riddle and to not run into the queen. Eventually you did run into somebody, but it wasn’t anybody you held a conversation with before.

The orange-haired member of the staff that helped you in your dancing lessons bounded up to you with a bright smile. “Heya! I come bearing what I assume to be good news!”

“Oh?” 

“Yup! Your lessons for this afternoon have been canceled! Though I can see you figured that out from how difficult it was to find you.”

“Oh…” You trailed off, not sure why you felt disappointed. Then you asked, “Did something happen? Something I can help with?”

A sad half-smile took over Cater’s expression. “It would be rude to ask a guest to help settle internal affairs.”

Nodding, you waved farewell to Cater and resumed your mindless wandering for a while. It seemed royals didn’t know how to behave when the feelings and security of others were involved. The grand halls felt all too imposing all of a sudden, like an ominous picture of what you were to become. Would you, too, become callous and cruel, uncaring for your people, uncaring for your family? Would your temper become a small fuse, lit at the smallest infraction?

Shuddering, you spent the remaining hours until dinner distracting yourself with your studies. Dinner was spent alone, again. This time, once you finished, you stayed at your seat for longer than 15 minutes, stuck in a loop of rumination. It wasn’t until Trey called your name that you snapped out of your miniature trance. In his hands, he held a tray of slices of a strawberry tart.

“Oh, you’re still here. Would you like dessert?” He asked, already offering you a plate and a fork. You took it in your hands and held it, not sure if you were willing to spend another 20 minutes aware of how lonely the table was.

But Trey was watching you expectantly, so you cut off a small piece and tried it in front of him. A second after the bite hit your tongue, your eyes widened in surprise. “Woah! This is amazing!”

Trey looked bashful. “Ah, it’s nothing. Riddle thinks so, too. They’re his favorite, after all.”

At the mention of Riddle’s name, you focused your gaze on Trey rather than the tart. “Are you bringing those to him?”

Trey nodded. Then, almost conspiratorially, he added, “But if anybody asks, this is a welcome gift for you.”

“Very well,” you said instinctively, not wanting to involve yourself in personal affairs. As Trey left, though, you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling in your gut. Sighing, you stood and said, “May I take those up with you?”

'Taking the tray up with him' wound up being you standing outside the door to Riddle’s room by yourself. Tentatively, you knocked, trying your best to balance the tray on one hand. In a firm, cold voice, Riddle called out, “Busy.”

You weren’t sure if calling out to him and revealing it was you would make him open the door or insist you leave him alone. Instead, you knocked again, more persistently. Again, Riddle called out, “Busy!”

Adjusting the tray on your hand, you huffed and hit the door solidly once with your fist. Then you stepped back, expecting the door to swing open in indignation. It did, revealing a very angry Riddle who was ready to chew out a member of his staff, or perhaps send them to the dungeon (if the castle even had one. You weren’t sure.) When he saw it was you, shock took over his expression - then indignation, annoyance, and finally, resignation. “What are you doing? I don’t need to tell you how inappropriate that was, do I?”

“You weren’t answering,” You defended, knowing full well that you sounded rather petulant. In an attempt to lessen his aggression, you displayed the tray of tarts. “This was important.”

Conflict flashed in Riddle’s eyes as he gazed at the tarts. Then he cleared his throat and looked away. 

“Dessert is not important,” he started, reluctantly. Trying to change the subject, he said in an accusatory tone, “For the record, it could be scandalous if you were caught outside my room, alone, at night, with a tray of sweets.”

“We haven’t gone over the dessert lessons. How was I to know? I’m also not sure exactly what quantity of dessert is considered appropriate, but I’m almost positive it isn’t eight slices at once. I’ve already had a bite of one, and if I’m left to eat these by myself, I will eat them all.”

Riddle tried to appear scandalized, but only seemed to be amused. “You’d think I’d have learned by now that there is no getting through to you…” But he stepped out of his room, shut the door, and led you to a balcony where you could eat your dessert together in peace.

The two of you sat on opposite sides of the small table on the balcony, overlooking the rose maze. In the distance, the lanterns of the village glowed brightly, the buildings tall and concrete. You were too amazed upon your arrival to realize how different the Queendom of Roses truly was from your country. It was more…stable. Your people deserved such security and beauty.

When Riddle wasn’t breathing down your neck to overanalyze every motion you made during a meal, he was surprisingly peaceful company. You ate your first slices in silence, admiring the dark landscape and sorting through the tension that was thick within the castle walls.

Riddle broke the silence first. “What is it like in your country?”

“Hm?” You asked, before you could stop yourself from acting disgracefully. Riddle didn’t seem to mind, at least, not this time. It never occurred to you that you hadn’t really talked about your home while you were here. Everything was all business, all etiquette and lessons. “It’s…not as green, for starters.”

“You’re situated right beneath the mountain range, right?” He asked, though you knew he wasn’t truly asking for clarification. “Do you…dislike it?”

“No! Not at all!” You insisted, and finally the dam broke. “It’s great at home. The ground is solid and there are forests with rock shelves like giant staircases up the mountains. The peaks are majestic, and there’s almost always a comforting fog in the mornings that feels like a cozy blanket…”

As you talked about your country, Riddle listened with rapt attention and helped himself to a second slice of tart. Every now and then, he’d interject to ask questions, getting you started on a new tangent about your life before royalty and your favorite home traditions. By the time you slowed down and realized how much you’ve been talking, most of the tart was gone and your throat was dry. Doing your best to clear it gracefully, you avoided Riddle’s steady gaze.

“I…realize I forgot many of your teachings,” You said meekly, your voice significantly softer. Riddle widened his eyes and soon watched his lap. He frowned and, much like when you first met him, it appeared more as a pout.

“I wasn’t thinking about that at all,” He admitted. A warm breeze blew over the both of you, nearly carrying his voice away with it. This shy vision of him was far different from the authoritative version that usually walked through the castle. “It sounds lovely, back at your kingdom. I was simply enjoying your stories. And…you’re much better company than the previous king.”

You laughed at that, starting at the prim giggle he originally made you learn before it escalated into something a little more true. “The competition was really stiff, was it?”

Riddle chuckled with you, a warm and rosy blush crawling to his cheeks. After a few stressful weeks for the both of you, a healthy laugh devolved into near-hysterics, taking much longer than the situation truly called for. As the two of you tried to calm yourselves down, you avoided making direct eye contact for fear of starting up again. Instead, you both looked over the small piece of the village again, willing the serenity to reach you.

Your thoughts calmed, first at the beauty of the lights against the dark sky, then at the overwhelming pull of how badly you wanted to achieve this for yourself. There was so much to be done: even after your people fixed the battered streets and structural damage, even after the harvest came and went and you properly rationed the food that wasn’t destroyed, even if you managed to reinstill some semblance of trust in the government of the country, all that work would only bring you to sea level. After that, there was much to improve: defenses, infrastructure, overall quality of life, foreign relations…and, on top of it all, you still had to figure out how, exactly, to defeat the encroaching blot.

For a sobering moment, you realized exactly where you were. The results of the war caught up to you, a king and countless innocent people dead, you and your family on the throne and the final defense between everybody and an unknowable monster. There was so much you didn’t know, and yet it was up to you to save it all.

“I never brought it up,” You started quietly. “But…thank you for continuing to support us all this time.”

Riddle appeared bashful - or ashamed? “Ah…it was nothing. Actually, it was purely strategic. Whoever emerged victorious would be appreciative of our support.”

“Ah. Well, I am,” You admitted, shifting in your seat. “Who knows? Maybe there are a couple of magestones with your name on them back home.”

“I see I’ll have to add a lesson in negotiating to our plans.” Finally, Riddle stood, smiling the kind of grin that, on anybody else, would be accompanied by rolling eyes. He held out his hand, clearly offering for you to take it. “It was a pleasure talking to you. Here’s to reaffirming our alliance.”

Taken aback by his sudden shift into prince mode, you gingerly place your hand on his and let him guide you out of your seat. “Here’s to affirming our friendship.”

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. Then, slowly, as he watched with wide eyes for any hint of dissent, Riddle bent at the middle and pressed a chaste kiss to your knuckles so quickly, it was hardly anything more than an accidental brush.

With your newfound understanding of each other, the future lessons went by quickly. No longer uncomfortable in the castle, you were able to study more efficiently, eventually reaching Riddle’s expectations. He split your workload into sections, taking you on frequent breaks to walk around the castle grounds. While you weren’t working on etiquette or any questions you had, you both planned ideal ways to welcome the other into your respective countries. It was like gossiping with your friends in the village all over again, and it gave you hope for the monumental tasks ahead.

Finally, with most of your lessons having been successfully completed, Riddle spent your final week helping you draft trade agreements, giving you a rundown of each nation’s specialty, the best trade routes, and other important information. For the time being, you knew you’d have to get most of your resources from him - all the other routes were in various states of disrepair, and your relationship with other countries was still practically nonexistent.

One day, he sent Trey to lead you to his office. As Trey opened the door, you were struck by how official Riddle looked behind the grand desk, framed by massive bookcases and an intricate tapestry behind him. However, his stern expression eased as soon as you walked through the door. He gestured at a seat across from his desk, waiting for Trey to shut the door before interlocking his fingers and resting his chin on them.

“We don’t normally do paperwork in here,” You mused, looking around. Once you settled your gaze on him, Riddle straightened his posture and tapped on the forms in the center of his desk with one finger.

“Yes, well. This one is a bit more finicky,” He explained. Curiously, you slid the paper your way and scanned the words carefully. As the words sunk in, your eyes darted from the paper to Riddle and back again.

“You’re transferring some of your Card Soldiers?” You asked. “Thank you, but I couldn’t take them away from home so suddenly.”

“Nonsense. They’re eager for the opportunity. Besides,” Riddle lowered his voice, eyes drifting from side to side as if somebody could simply appear. “You would be doing a great service for them and me.”

Glancing at the papers again, you read the names printed in Riddle’s neat handwriting. After a moment’s hesitation, the names clicked and you remembered which soldiers he was talking about. The two card soldiers had a propensity for trouble - not the kind that would endanger you, but the kind that would endanger them the longer they remained under the rule of the queen. Nodding slightly, you held your hand out for a pen to confirm the transfer.

“Personal guard, huh?” You mused. The situation in your kingdom was getting more and more official with each passing day. It gave you hope.

When it was finally time for you to depart, you thanked Riddle for all of his help with a deep - and perfect - curtsy or bow. He bowed in return, then the both of you watched each other for a moment. The queen hadn’t welcomed you, and she wasn’t seeing you off; after your inadvertent experience with her, you figured that was best.

“I’ll write to you,” You decided firmly. Behind you, the door to your carriage was opened, signaling that it was time to start the long journey home.

“Yes. I look forward to hearing how my lessons have assisted you.”

“That,” you agreed, “and to check in on you. As friends. Interpersonally.”

Riddle paled and cleared his throat. “A-ah, right. I’ll…I look forward to that, as well.”

With a smile and a wave, you turned and made your way to the carriage. Though you would miss Riddle, you were eager to return home and see what progress had been made. You kept waving until the carriage rolled past the gates, but you only turned your back to him once you could no longer see the difference between his white uniform and the white castle steps.

Riddle watched you leave, not daring to release the wistful sigh in his chest until you were entirely out of sight.

[piscespixiewastaken]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Sapnap celebrates the casino's opening with Quackity

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Prompt: Sapnap celebrates the casino's opening with Quackity

~~ The desert felt cold. The sun was heading towards dusk, but it should have still been warm. Despite this, Sapnap still shivered as he stood outside the gates of Las Nevadas. He felt his inner heat ignite to keep him warm. Being a blaze hybrid definitely had its perks. 

Not including being able to burn things to the ground. Totally. That was feature.

Sapnap shook his head. Focus. He was here to support his, well, former fiance. He really wasn’t sure where they stood in their relationship. But Quackity had always tried to support Sapnap and Karl, so Sapnap would do the same. 

So he stood outside with Skeppy, Foolish, and Fundy as Quackity stepped out from behind one of the sandstone pillars near the gate. Sapnap spotted Wilbur and Tommy well off to the side, obviously trying to hide. The blaze hybrid carefully checked to make sure his weapons and armor were equipable as soon as things went south. Tommy had always been a troublemaker, but Wilbur made things ten times worse, easily.

“Folks, we stand here to celebrate a momentous occasion: The opening of the grand casino of Las Nevadas!” Quackity declared, spreading his arms wide as he grinned. “Please, follow me to the main gate.”

The four players followed Quackity as he brought them to the grand central building. A number of smaller casinos and clubs lined the streets, most likely ready to open once the main casino had. Sapnap glanced behind him to check if Wilbur and Tommy had followed. He saw no sign of the two others.

Quackity stopped outside of the massive casino, its lights shining bright as the sun settled towards the horizon. Sapnap had do admit it was beautiful. He watched his former fiance as the man stood in front of the doors, blocked by a bright red ribbon. 

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to the grand opening of Las Nevadas. Entertainment capital of the world! Indulge yourself in the lavish lifestyle you never knew you could have! Admidst the war and the chaos, try your luck and experience thrills of a lifetime! You’ll find yourself enjoying our hub of gambling, nightlife, shopping, fine dining, and entertainment. Because we’re building a legacy that is prepared to last for centuries, we’re not only a hotspot for fun! We’re also a hotspot for business, trade, and power. What happens in this country, stays in this country. So,” he turned to his audience, “are you ready to try your luck?”

Foolish cheered brightly as Fundy and Skeppy shared uneasy glances. Sapnap clapped alongside Foolish, trying to match the totem hybrid’s energy. Quackity’s face fell but brightened quickly. 

“Thank you all for coming out for this, the public opening of the Las Nevadas casino as we welcome the server to our doors! Now, let’s get the party started, shall we?” And he snipped the ribbon with a pair of shears.

Sapnap watched as Foolish dashed into the country, followed by Skeppy and Fundy. Quackity watched them go as well, a look of sadness washing over his face. Sapnap went to stand beside him.

“Hey. The, uh, speech was pretty good,” he commented.

Quackity looked back at Sapnap and grinned. “Thanks, man! And, uh, thanks for coming. I know this really wasn’t on the agenda for you, but I really appreciate it.” He shuffled his feet awkwardly. “I… I’ve really missed you guys.”

“Y-yeah, yeah. No problem,” Sapnap replied. He really didn’t want to get into all that between Karl, Quackity, and himself. It didn’t help that Karl was hardly ever present anymore. And his affection for the casino owner wasn’t the only reason he was there.

“So, can you stick around for the bar? It would… mean a lot if you could,” Quackity said, gesturing inside the casino. 

Sapnap’s eyes shifted from the opening of the casino to his former fiance’s face. For a moment, he wondered if maybe stepping in and letting himself go would help his conflicted feelings. But that would only lead to more heartache in the future. He shook his head.

“No, sorry. I… George needs me back soon. Can’t really stick around. Besides, alcohol and fire, you know.” He gestured to himself and shrugged. “Doesn’t really mix.”

Quackity laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, yeah, I forgot. Well, you’ll have to stop by some time. I mean, this is only the beginning of our awesome legacy!”

Sapnap had a feeling Quackity wasn’t referring to the two of them when he said “our”. He ignored the pang of jealousy in chest at the thought. 

His second reason for being there in front of the casino nagged at his mind, and his eyes glanced down at the pair of shears in Quackity’s hand. He wondered if the brown color was rust or blood. 

“Q, can… can I ask you something? Before I go?”

Quackity looked surprised but nodded. “Yeah, yeah, of course. What do you need?”

Sapnap took a deep breath and fully looked at his former fiance. It was then he realized he hadn’t truly been looking at Quackity in the first place. There were faded pink-brown stains on his shirt, along the front and sleeve cuffs. Like someone had tried to wash blood from the fabric. Sapnap swallowed.

“I… I ran into Dream. After he escaped.”

Quackity’s expression shifted to something dark. Sapnap could feel his skin crawl at the change.

“Yeah?”

“He… he said he’d been tortured in prison. That you tortured him.” He watched Quackity’s face carefully. He didn’t like the way it didn’t change. “I just… I just need to know. Was he telling the truth? Did you torture him?”

The silence that followed the question hung heavy in the air. Sapnap wanted out of this conversation, out of this desert fast. And then Quackity’s face broke.

“Sap, why would you think that of me? Do you really think so lowly of me that you’d believe that monster over your own fiance?”

Sapnap nearly stepped backward at the intensity of Quackity’s shock.

“No, no!” He reached out as if to reassure Quackity. “No, I do trust you, Q, I promise! I just… I don’t know.”

“He manipulated you,” Quackity mumbled miserably, “just like he did Tommy and the others. Sap, please, I would never do that. If he got tortured in prison, it wasn’t me, I swear!”

And Sapnap believed him. As much as the visible scars on Dream’s arms and neck had startled him, Sapnap was certain that Quackity hadn’t done it. The man was right. Someone else was responsible. Most likely Sam, given his position as Warden. But Sapnap wasn’t interested in pursuing this with Sam. He was just relieved his former fiance wasn’t involved.

“Okay, I believe you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I doubted you. I just… yeah. He must have manipulated me. I’m so sorry, Q,” Sapnap replied.

Quackity sighed. “It’s okay, I get it. Dream is… he’s good at that sort of thing. He’s got that silver tongue and all. I swear one of these days, someone ought to remove it from his lying mouth. Maybe he’d shut up then.”

Sapnap sighed as well. “Well, I really need to get back. I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Sure thing! And thanks again for stopping by. See you around!” Quackity called as he walked into the casino. 

Sapnap left the desert, feeling relieved. His former fiance wasn’t involved in his former best friend’s torture. He could sleep a little easier at night with that knowledge.

Back in the casino, Quackity took a shuddering breath. That had been way too close.

[tceesgamingworld]

Discover TCee's New World: The Save File - San Myshuno

Exploring the Vibrant Neighborhoods of TCee's New World: A Tour of San Myshuno

In the bustling metropolis of San Myshuno, diversity thrives, and cultural richness abounds. Embarking on a journey through TCee's New World: The Family Play Save File offers a tantalizing glimpse into the vibrant tapestry of this virtual city. From the Spice Market to the Uptown district, each neighborhood pulsates with its own unique energy, beckoning Sims to explore and immerse themselves in the plethora of activities and festivals on offer.

The Spice Market emerges as a hub of cultural exchange, where the aroma of spices intermingles with the lively chatter of locals. Here, Sims can partake in the festivities of the Spice Festival, indulging their senses in a whirlwind of flavors and colors. Additionally, the Flea Market offers a treasure trove of eclectic finds, while the Waterside Warble Karaoke Bar provides a stage for both Sims and their furry companions to showcase their vocal prowess. For those inclined towards the arts, the Old Salt Museum stands as a beacon of inspiration, nurturing creative endeavors through painting, music, and more. With affordable living spaces like Culpepper House Apartments and family-friendly accommodations at Jasmine Suites Apartments, the Spice Market promises a vibrant lifestyle for Sims of all backgrounds.

Venturing into the Arts Quarter, Sims are greeted by a kaleidoscope of creativity and expression. Amidst the Humor and Hijinks Festival, laughter reverberates through the streets, fostering a sense of camaraderie among residents. The Casbah Gallery Arts Center stands as a testament to eco-friendly innovation, offering a platform for emerging artists to showcase their talents. Meanwhile, Medina Studios Apartments and Hakim House Apartments provide unique living spaces that reflect the eclectic spirit of the neighborhood. At FountainView Penthouse, panoramic views of the city serve as a backdrop to artistic inspiration, making it a coveted haven for creative souls.

In the Fashion District, modernity and style converge to create a dynamic urban landscape. Here, Sims can revel in the festivities of the Romance Festival and GeekCon, celebrating love and intellectual curiosity alike. Planet Honey Pop! Karaoke Bar invites patrons to unleash their inner diva while adorning the walls with vibrant murals. ZenView Apartments and 21 Chic Street Apartments offer sleek, contemporary living spaces that embody the essence of city living. For those seeking the pinnacle of luxury, Torendi Tower Penthouse stands as a testament to opulence, with its expansive layout and breathtaking views.

Uptown emerges as the epitome of sophistication and refinement, catering to the elite echelons of society. Amidst upscale establishments like the Modern Mastication Restaurant and Skye Fitness Gym, Sims mingle with the rich and powerful, forging connections that transcend social boundaries. Alto Apartments, Landgraab Apartments, and Spire Apartments offer luxurious accommodations befitting the discerning tastes of Uptown's elite.

Finally, amidst the urban sprawl lies Myshuno Meadows Central Park, a verdant oasis where Sims can escape the hustle and bustle of city life. Whether exchanging vows in a beautiful city wedding or enjoying a leisurely day with friends and family, the park serves as a sanctuary of tranquility amidst the chaos of urban living.

In conclusion, TCee's New World: The Family Play Save File offers a captivating journey through the diverse neighborhoods of San Myshuno. From the cultural vibrancy of the Spice Market to the upscale allure of Uptown, each district exudes its own distinct charm, inviting Sims to explore, create, and forge meaningful connections within this dynamic virtual cityscape.

[naffeclipse]

We know both tiger boy and the snake boys would be interested if y/n was a leopard taur, but would the big grabby kitty still be interested if y/n was a naga too?

Not at first. He would regard them much like Sun and Moon in that they're another threat to his food source. He already isn't fond of Sun and Moon and assumes Naga!Y/N would be no better company until he encounters them once or twice at dusk, admiring their shimmering scales and defensive hisses, then he gets a bit obsessed.

He would like to steal them away but it's a bit hard to drag so much of their long, winding tail around, so he stalks them before surprising them for a mandated cuddle. He has to be careful that they don't bite him or allow them a chance to constrict him with their tail. Y/N isn't thrilled by this, but Eclipse hasn't killed them yet, so they're in a stalemate with the tigertaur whenever he's around.

[icedmetaltea]

I've had several. It's not just for pregnancy, there's lots of squishy organs that cause issues in those areas. Your liver or gallbladder for instance...

It hurts if they press the wand too hard trying to get a clearer picture, usually if there's a lot of fat in the way, I think.

The gel is warm when it goes on, but cools pretty fast.

Ohhhh ty for the info! It's still something I'd certainly not enjoy, wouldn't enjoy the texture, blehh

Ya'll who go in for frequent testing due to chronic stuff are braver than any marine

[vergilsama922]

Right. You know the drill by now. (人◕ω◕)

A. Who's faster between Ayame, Akane, and Aoi? (人◕ω◕) ... I jest. Let's keep these serious so you can have fun reflecting... Hmm. Alright, I'll lob an easy one for Ayame-chan. What's she do for a living after graduating from Hope's Peak? What's her day job? (人◕ω◕) I can respect she may participate in official athletic competitions a lot, but I confess that I have no earthly idea what those professional athletes do off of the track.

B. And now for the question that might cause liability issues for you. Maybe. (人◕ω◕) Kizuna makes a living off of encouraging others. Such a spirited girl. (人◕ω◕) Have there been any incidents where she's cheered a schoolmate on when it's probably best to stay quiet? Like during a presentation or a chess match? You know, a generally quieter event, and she brought the...liveliness? (人◕ω◕)

(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) To answer question A since you're an agent of chaos. It depends. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) Ayame is obviously faster when it comes to sprinting especially for short distances. Akane however specializes more in endurance and stamina given she's a gymanist. That being said her running regiment would focus more on longer distance running and having great pacing. So Ayame might or might not be able to beat Akane in terms of more consistent laps depending on her own training regiment. Aoi would be slower than both of course on the field depending on if she is training for track. Aoi already has incredible cardio and would just need to learn the tricks of running to quickly get up to their speed or above them. Although of course, she beats them both in swimming easily. Now for the real question, Ayame of course post-graduation managed to win the gold medal and break records for the 100m sprinting event at the Olympics. After that? Of course, she aimed for the 200m, 300m, and even 400m which she earned gold medals in. And that comes with tons of sponsorships, deals, etc. Some of that money of course gets saved for future investments or even retirement but that level of popularity alongside cash payouts for even winning a gold medal ($45,000 per medal from the government of Japan. So that's $180,000 right there every 4 years alone.) means she's never short in terms of doing brand deals, advertising, etc However, as time goes on, once Ayame hits her 30s she's going to consider retirement and possibly working full-time with Akane as a coach/fitness instructor. Right now she's of course working with Akane's business to get more eyes on it but Akane needs someone like Ayame to really help with the more cardio-minded aspects of her fitness hub. Aoi of course helps a lot with the swimming programs and even is a co-founder alongside Akane. (人◕ω◕)

Yes. Despite your intent Joker, these three are rivals but more importantly. F A M I L Y (人◕ω◕)

Ah and for Question B, you expose your position and your intent. (人◕ω◕) Shame Joker. SHAME. But I am merciful and shall rise above your attempts to get me in trouble. Kizuna is a great cheerleader even if she's.....more err..... 'central-focused' than others. This means Kizuna obviously knows when and when not to push the cheer button. People in chess don't need encouragement (Unless it's Makoto or her own children playing against those losers) or any other similar event. Kizuna despite what some might think isn't an idiot. (人◕ω◕) And she also knows who is and isn't worthy of her cheering power. (Why bother wasting time trying to encourage some toxic bitch like Toko or some pompous phony like Celeste after all?) Have faith in Kizuna's ability and have faith in her own judgment Joker. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) Kizuna only cheers in big places that appreciate and require her skills. Not libraries and whatnot. (人◕ω◕)

[fioletowyfacet]

Does Porfirio like any holidays, or are they all stupid to him (unless people are paying attention to him specifically)

//Well, holidays are either religious or patriotic. Porfy is neither. He is prone to exaggeration though... His real view on 90% of them is pretty neutral, because he sees no need to celebrate anything on any one particular day, and usually is happy just getting time off at the end of the day.

//Thing is, he takes minor irritations very personally and will, for example, go on a long rant about how Christmas is terrible because of the long lines at the store, and how Halloween is annoying because of all the kids... even though Halloween would arguably be his "favorite" holiday. And in addition to that, he knows complaining loudly about Easter around people gets an interesting reaction out of them.

//This exaggeration also goes in the positive direction though. Porfirio will request several days off in May and November, and if anyone asks why, he will go on a long and emotional speech about how the Reds are taking away his culture and if Fazbear Entertainment LLC doesn't give him this entire week paid leave to celebrate Constitution Day that means the glorious United States of America (Land of the Free and Home of the Brave^TM) has fallen and the communists win.

[v-hub-v]

//ART PROMISED FOR @mute-call AND @central-hub-of-chaos FINALLY OUT HEYYOOOOO !

//I took my T I M E but hopefully it’s alright 😭

[rhys-ravenfeather]

So, I've been tagged in a couple of those '2023 is almost over and I'm glad I got to know you guys' posts now, and while I definitely appreciate it, I'm not really a fan of those chain reblog/ask kind of things.

So I'm just going to make one of these posts for myself, tagging every mutual/online friend here that I can think of.

So shout-out to: @russianblue22 , @hoshi-neko-hikari , @hexsisters , @thatradfailure , @donkeybro , @raymett , @wind-the-music-box , @reaperjoshua , @gracebeth3604 , @majormeilani , @kikiomori , @pure-vanilla-lilies , @winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts , @spacebobareborn , @thenightjillcamehome , @charlixd980 , @central-hub-of-chaos , @sailor-star-bones and anyone else I may have forgotten.

Thanks for following me, and staying with me this long.

I love you all.

[corsair-princess-nenime]

DEVIL TOWER STAR

What wicked grin the daemonette had possessed seemed to linger after its violent dematerialization; The gantry-ways leading to the central control hub shook with the darklight blast. Another creature took its place, and then another.

Y'pollea raised her darklance for a moment. "Hurry it up already!” she snarled.

"Trying," Nenime replied, musically. The intricacies of the activation sequence were not something she could readily explain. She wouldn't have been able to finish, had she tried.

A chorus of shrill, daemonic cries rang throughout the control chamber as the chaos lord herding the neverborn raised an ornate whip.

Nenime could only spare her companions a glance. Her crimson retinue of Ynarri Banshees, the Suin Mor, stood with Aeril and her warriors. "Kindly, hold them off a little longer." 🎶

Across the gantry-ways, the Flawless Host lord began lashing his coterie of daemonettes into a running frenzy, "Feast on their flesh!"

@dracite-aeril