Story Telling Mod Updates
My story telling mods now require Mode Globals
Mode Globals contains one new global BHAV (0x0810) to ascertain if the lot is being used for story telling / picture taking. If there is a Freezer Clock or a Sim Turner or a Bubble Controller on the lot, it is in story telling mode.
The following story telling mods have been updated
Desperation Actions
Electrocute Me
No Overhead Meters
Teen Run Away
Tip Anyone
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"Someone. Someone Help Me."
Word Count: 531 - Sanji Pollen Drabble
Masterlist here, Pollen Masterlist here
@gingernut1314 tagged me a while ago to release a snippet of writing for WIP Wednesday. Only issue is, when I get writing: I can't bring myself to stop until it's completed. Like a shark with blood in the water, a cat being coaxed with a piece of smoked salmon, or more like a Snail with the temptation of a crispy slice of lettuce. So, I present this drabble as my small gift to you, dear.
This is a small snippet of a collab piece @sordidmusings and I dreamed up a few nights ago - This portion of it being solely Sanji. The larger plot may include this portion as a break away from the main pairing to be disclosed later.
Warnings: Pollen!Sanji, MDNI, Sanji has inhaled pollen, Sanji can't relieve himself, Edging, Crying, Whimpering, Begging, rutting, Solo!Sanji.
Minors, this is not meant for you.
Part 2 Here.
Within the vacant halls of the quiet ship, Sanji was struggling to deal with a foreign issue he had found for himself. He only breathed in a small amount of the dust falling from the soft, white and yellow leaves: rendering himself completely in shock and desperation
He was clutching at himself, fisting his cock hard and fast with a sense of panic falling from him in waves. Although he had reached the peak of climax three times, he was unable to spill himself over the edge. For the first time in his life, Sanji was unable to pleasure himself to the point of spilling his hot cum over his thumb and into an awaiting, silken paper tissue.
Oils, moisturizer - he even spat on himself - nothing was working. His spit even seemed to make his situation more dire, the taint of white and yellow pollen on his saliva making the veins on the underside of his cock fill even more with desire and pulsating blood. His shined, red, glistening tip of his cock was leaking with pearls of translucent pre-cum as he continued to pump himself desperately.
He had tried so many positions: rutting into his palm down onto the mattress below him with the rough snap of his hips, sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling at only the tip, falling onto his knees on the wooden floorboards below him, lying on his back and feeling the coolness of the floor sooth his burning skin while he used one hand to circle the girth of his cock and the other squeezing the exposed tip.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, was working. He needed more. Something more that he couldn’t provide for himself. He climbed back onto the mattress and lied on his back, starting up the pace once more to drag his way towards the finish line again.
Gasps, moans, groans and cries were not silenced, even with him clapping his unused hand over his mouth as he desperately brought himself to the edge of another orgasm; yet having it fall away as he continued to chase it harder with his hand.
Sweat pooling at his temple, his jaw clamped like a vice, and his eyes clenched tightly shut as hot tears trickled down his cheeks.
Whimpers, groans, hisses and stuttering breaths propelling him on to keep beating himself within his closed fist. Trickling out of the corners of his eyes, he began to desperately sob harder. He was being held hostage by his inability to climax, his tears falling freely from his eyes. His lips opened wide to reveal stringy and desperate dribbles of spit over his lips and into his palm, his eyes glazed and pupils blown.
"S-Someone. Someone h-help me" he cried, his heart beating desperately hard against his ribcage. His sniffles, sobs and whimpers alerted none to his current predicament; the remainder of the crew pursuing their own interests away from the kitchen and crew quarters.
“P-Please,” he whimpered, his hot tears of frustration falling to join the drips of sweat pouring from his hairline, down his temple and onto the soft pillowcase below him, “Please. I’m begging. P-Please, I-I can’t do this anymore.”
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what is the theory that ivan manipulated the event where till and mizi met the wagyein?
It's not a theory, actually! It's confirmed that Ivan orchestrated the whole event. The true reason as to why however is still unknown. The information provides more context to this scene, though:
During the earlier times of ALNST the most rational explanation for this scene was that Till ran after a flower crown (presumably Mizi's) and Ivan followed him in out of curiosity. Now we know that Ivan was conveniently just standing there because he was waiting.
Side note, I find it heartbreaking (and maybe a little funny, sorry) that Till most likely didn't notice Ivan in this scene. That's just like him, isn't it. Always too busy running after Mizi while Ivan trails behind, an ever-present shadow.
I'm not sure how Ivan manipulated the circumstances for both of them to end up there, but it is confirmed that everything was intentional. What strikes me most is how they describe this particular scene:
I can't copy down what they said word-for-word (Patreon info), but they described Ivan watching "creepily" as Till and Mizi are faced with danger. We know that Ivan was familiar with the Cerberus wagyein beforehand, enough to touch its teeth and even to rest himself inside its maw. To Ivan, the wagyein is not dangerous, but to Till and Mizi, it could be. Ivan prepared the wagyein, led them there, and watched "creepily" from afar as Till fell on his knees, seemingly injured.
The closest I can get to making sense of Ivan's "scheme" is that he wanted to see how other children would react in a dangerous situation. Ivan's always been an observer, after all, and he's learned to survive by copying the more "normal" behaviors of his peers. This situation occured when Ivan was still young and had not yet developed his more charming mask, so perhaps he staged this encounter to study a situational response, to learn and mimic the emotion of fear. And what better subjects for the experiment than two of the most expressive and reactive humans of their batch? It helps that he was already fixated on Till beforehand, too. I think Ivan became irreversibly obssessed after this incident, especially since it's framed as a turning point in Ivan's life, comparing Till to the stars.
This is just my attempt at an interpretation, though. It could very well be for another reason. He most likely chose Till and Mizi specifically for personal reasons, not just for reaction. I'm still not sure on the purpose behind the whole thing.
The team wanted to capture Ivan's "dark emotions" through the shot of his stalking, which could relate to his more sinister intentions. His gaze can be read in a few different ways, though. Curiosity, interest, fear, etc. Maybe that's why they decided to redraw the shot in ROUND 6.
I think this better sells the feeling they were trying to convey.
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