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papercut-that-kills-you · 4 months ago

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Listening to Blood Upon the Snow and thinking about Celegorm raising Elured and Elurin in the wilderness, as one does.

Celegorm does absolutely kill Dior. That very much happens. Dior has the bad fortune to look very much like both his parents in a way that does no favors for Celegorm's already tenuous sanity. This is not an excuse; it is merely context.

Dior is dead. Celegorm is wounded, badly enough to kill him if he doesn't get help soonish, but not quite badly enough to keep him from chasing after a hint that the people fleeing with the Silmaril have gone this way.

He makes it out of Menegroth, but is disoriented enough from his injury that he loses the trail. Instead, he stumbles on Elured and Elurin where they've been dumped in the woods by his men.

Important context: Celegorm has managed, in the fighting and running around, to lose his red cloak and any other obvious Feanorian tokens. Right now, he just looks like a random injured elf, and silver hair is more common among Sindar than Noldor.

Further important context: Elured and Elurin look a lot like Luthien, not noticeably like Beren, and inherited Nimloth's silver hair. In short, they look kind of like they could be Celegorm and Luthien's kids. Enough so that he initially thinks he's hallucinating them.

For their part, Elured and Elurin, six years old and cold and alone and scared, decide that this silver-haired elf must be Daeron, whom they heard stories of from their grandma.

Yes, he has Treelit eyes. But the twins and Elwing and Dior and their grandma and great-grandparents had eyes that glowed a little because of exposure to Melian/the Silmaril, so maybe that's it. They're little kids, and it seems more plausible than him being one of the monsters they've heard about. If he were a monster, he'd have killed them already.

So Elurin heals him.

Celegorm wakes up with the twins huddled on either side of him, calling him Daeron. A little questioning reveals that they were left there to die by Feanorian soldiers.

Celegorm has some decisions to make. He has no clue where the Silmaril has gone. Maybe his brothers do. But maybe they don't. And maybe they want these children who look like his and Luthien's dead.

It's not a healthy or even especially sane line of reasoning that gets him there, but what Celegorm ends up deciding to do is to keep the twins, keep on letting them think he's Daeron, and raise them hiding out in the wilderness.

Elured and Elurin don't really argue with this plan. All their safe grownups are dead, and this grownup is saying he can protect them if they stay with him and do as he says. He answers to a name that they believe they can trust. And they're six, which at least in my headcanon of peredhil maturity years is more like four and a half.

They camp in the ruins of Doriath at first. The Girdle is gone, but entropy hasn't had quite as much time with this area as with other parts of Beleriand. And no one's going to look for them there - any Sindar who might expose him have fled, and his brothers whom he still thinks might kill the children are keeping further east.

Celegorm keeps them safe, but he can't afford to coddle them. He teaches them as much as possible about wilderness survival, about hunting, about fighting, because he knows in his Song-mended gut that one day he will no longer be able to protect them and when that day comes they had better be able to protect themselves.

They have no parents to nurture their fëar, so he wraps his battered, stained soul around them as best he can. If only Dior had not been so stubborn, he tells himself, it would not have come to this. If only Luthien had stayed with him, these could have been their children in truth, and there would never be a problem.

He wants to ignore their human blood, but can't entirely. Elured and Elurin tire faster, get sick more easily, and grow faster than elvish children would. Celegorm curses Beren and his blood often, though he keeps it inside his own head because the twins have ridiculously good ears and there's no way to get out of their hearing range while still keeping close enough for safety.

He gives up speaking Quenya entirely. He stops speaking to animals, too, because he's always avoided talking to animals he's hunting for food, and these days anything he can kill that isn't tainted by Morgoth is a potential food source.

Elured and Elurin get taught to hunt as soon as he can be sure they won't hurt themselves. He paints their faces with the blood of their respective first kills and tells them it's a general ritual to honor Araw. It feels blasphemous to lie about traditions of the Hunt, even now, but it would feel more so to not do this for his children.

They are his, he tells himself. Some days it's for Luthien's sake, to save the last bit of her, and sometimes it's for petty vengeance on Beren and Dior, and sometimes (more and more often as time goes on) it's for the sake of the children themselves.

Elured is ever vigilant, ever determined to be strong and tough and enough so he will never lose anyone else again. Elurin says little but watches everything and draws startlingly perceptive conclusions. He has the makings of a healer, if there were anyone besides the necessity of emergencies to teach him.

Elurin is the one who asks "Daeron" why he betrayed Luthien and let Thingol lock her up instead of helping her, if he loved her. It's an innocent enough question, but it hits hard, because after all, it's not so far from what Celegorm actually did. And he's always told the twins that love means doing good for someone else even if it hurts you (although sometimes that means not letting yourself get hurt and making them worry).

He has to do a lot of soul-searching, and finally tells them that a) he was trying to keep Luthien safe (true) and b) he doesn't always love right. Sometimes what he calls love is selfish and clinging, and that's how it was with Luthien. It's the most honest he's ever been with them, until Elured asks if that's how he loves them, and Celegorm says definitely not even though he's suddenly no longer sure.

Time goes on. The twins get older. The three of them haven't seen another person since the Second Kinslaying. They're all a little feral. The twins, for lack of any reason to hide it, are a little eldritch. They for sure can and do turn into birds of prey on occasion.

The twins sing sometimes. They had to teach themselves - there was no way Celegorm was going to try and pass off his voice as Daeron's, so he just says he doesn't feel like singing since Luthien, and it's not really a lie.

Without really meaning to, they keep edging slightly further west. Celegorm doesn't know there's a Silmaril that way, but it still pulls him. He's just careful to avoid civilization, telling the twins it's too dangerous with no way to know who to trust.

One day they have to fight an orc pack and Elurin gets hurt, too badly to heal himself right away. For the first time since the twins were small, Celegorm is terrified he'll lose him.

It's the first time that he lets himself acknowledge that it's his fault they're in this situation. He and Curufin got the others to attack Doriath. He killed Dior. It's not Dior's or Beren's or anyone else's fault that Elurin could die, that he and Elured have been in danger all this time. It's his. Celegorm's.

He knew, obviously, that attacking Doriath and killing Dior was wrong. He just didn't care, didn't feel guilty about it. Now he does.

Elurin pulls through. Celegorm contemplates telling the twins the truth about everything, but he can't bear to destroy the one thing they trust in. More than that, he can't bear to lose them. He knows it's selfish, knows he should tell all and give them up to a better life than being adopted sons of a feral, lying kinslayer in the wilderness. But he can't make himself do it.

Time continues to pass. The question is abruptly rendered academic when they stray a little too close to Sirion and a scouting/hunting party stumbles across them.

Even filthy and ragged and rangy, there's no mistaking descendants of Luthien. Elured and Elurin are taken up at once, told their sister will want to know they're alive. Celegorm is about to slink off, but the twins identify him as Daeron and insist he comes with them. So that's what he ends up doing.

There's no way the lie can continue to hold up once they get there, but that's fine. He can finally get it off his chest and justice will be done to him. He's known he was going to die sooner or later and was fine with this as long as he died doing something that helped the twins. This, he figures, qualifies.

Elwing, when they meet her, is like if someone took all the scariest, most dangerous parts of Luthien and made a person out of just those. She is also very young, and very pregnant.

Everyone is overjoyed to see Elured and Elurin. However, Sirion has a whole lot of people who have been exposed to the Silmaril and have seen Amanyar elves and know the difference. No one believes that Celegorm is Daeron.

Upon being question, he admits that he is Celegorm Feanorion, and that he killed Dior. Elwing is furious. Elured and Elurin are horrified. Celegorm apologizes to them for everything, and surrenders to Elwing for execution, but she decides death is too good for him and it would be worse for him to be locked up and have to live with her brothers' hatred. (She's right. (She's toying with the thought of having Elured execute him if he ever wants to, but this will do for now, while she reconnects with the twins.)

Celegorm is locked up, with great precautions taken to make sure he can't break out and go chasing after the Silmaril. Elured and Elurin are reeling from everything that's just happened, not least the discovery that the only father they can really remember killed their real father and has been lying to them the whole time. Their instinct is still to love and trust him, which makes things interesting with Elwing, who already hated Celegorm and hates him more now that he apparently dared to survive and suborn her brothers.

Earendil, once he returns, tries to smooth over sibling tensions as best he can.

Elwing's twins, Elrond and Elros, are born. Elured and Elurin love them at once. They don't love that Earendil is about to take off to sea again. They grew up with Celegorm apologizing gruffly that his soul was all that was available to nurture theirs, that it should be their parents. They won't accept any excuse for a parent leaving their kids when they don't absolutely have to (i.e., imminent death).

Earendil stays.

Celegorm continues to rot in prison. It's miserable on a number of levels, but he can't tell himself anymore that he doesn't deserve it.

Sometimes after he's lost track of time, Elwing and Elured and Elurin come to him, saying that his brothers are threatening to attack and asking how they can defend themselves. Celegorm looks them in the eyes and says they won't like it, but as long as Elured or Elurin is holding the Silmaril, they should all be fine, because he essentially adopted them, making them "Feanor's kin".

It's a simple, elegant solution, but Elured and Elurin knee-jerk refuse, because that would mean acknowledging him - the real him - as a parent.

But of course, the Feanorians eventually march on Sirion regardless. They might not win, but they're definitely going to do a lot of damage. And Elured is done losing people.

He gets Elwing to give him the Silmaril to wear. The moment he has it, the Oath quits pulling the Feanorions to attack. They're actually pretty confused about this, because they know they don't have it.

Maedhros writes to Elwing apologizing and asking what happened. She tells him, not especially politely, that she doesn't have to explain anything to him.

Well, that won't do. Maedhros sends in spies, who infiltrate all too easily and report back that Elured and Elurin resurfaced some years ago, having been in the care of one who is rumored to be a son of Feanor. The twins are now taking turns wearing the Silmaril.

All four Feanorions are staggered to learn that Celegorm survived all this time and apparently raised/adopted Dior's sons. But before they can come up with a plan to get him out that doesn't involve violence, Morgoth renders the question moot and attacks Sirion.

The Sirion refugees and the Feanorions, disconcertingly, find themselves on the same side. It isn't enough. Sirion is going to fall.

Elured and Elurin end up telling Earendil and Elwing to leave Elrond and Elros with them, take the Silmaril, and try to sail west and get the Valar's help, because that is now officially the only help left.

They still aren't sure how they feel about Celegorm, but they free him as they're escaping. If nothing else, they need an expert in keeping small peredhil alive in the wilderness.

They don't have to go it alone this time, though. They run into the other Feanorions, who are not about to let Celegorm out of their sight this century, and somehow all the survivors end up in one conglomerated group.

There are definitely people in this new united group who want to kill each other, but for right now, Morgoth is the bigger problem.

He remains the bigger problem until Finarfin's forces show up, and by then people have...mostly put their grudges aside. Like, the murder and violence definitely happened, but a lot of mutual survival assistance has now also happened. It's not perfect. It's very far from fair. But it's what is.

Elrond and Elros are peacemakers before they can reliably spell, because they're the one thing everyone can agree on. Whether because they're the heirs of Doriath, or the nephews of Lord Celegorm's adopted sons, or just all-too-rare children in the middle of this war, they have to be kept alive and thriving.

They end up actually being the ones to persuade Finarfin to give the other two Silmarils to Elured and Elurin. The Oath is technically fulfilled, no one gets burned, and everyone who's still alive lives.

Things between Celegorm and Elured and Elurin haven't gotten much less complicated in the past fifty years. He is still the one who killed their father, and the parental figure they know best, both at once. All of them chipping in to help raise Elrond and Elros sort of helped and sort of didn't.

When the war ends, Elured and Elurin decide to sail, partly for their sister and partly because they've been advised that Dior chose elvenhood in Mandos and will be reembodied along with Nimloth someday.

They invite Celegorm to go with them, but he declines. He's finally found some letting-go somewhere in himself, and wants them to be able to figure themselves out independently of him. He and Amrod and Amras set themselves to hunting down stray dark creatures. They're very good at this. They even find Sauron in the hole he's crawled into and trap him and ship him over the Sea.

Elrond and Elros take their places in history. Maedhros and Maglor, who bonded with them during the It Takes A Village years, stay with them a lot, and get some sanity back.

Without Sauron, the Second Age is a lot more peaceful, but also the elf-rings are never inspired, so eventually the elves do have to clear out and head west.

Celegorm and Amrod and Amras stay until just about the last minute, but Elrond finally drags them onto a boat.

Meanwhile, Elured and Elurin have spent quite a lot of time healing and reconnecting with their birth parents. They love Dior and Nimloth and are quite the Sindar princes, but at root they will always be the kids raised by a barely-sane kinslayer in the wilderness. They make their peace with this.

When Celegorm arrives, they're a lot more glad to see him than he ever expected.

It's undeniably awkard with everyone's extended families for a solid few decades. But Elured is still determined to not lose anybody, and Elurin has gotten good at healing more than just bodies these days, and they're both very stubborn. They come by it honestly.

So in the end, somehow, they manage to make it work.

As for what's going to happen after the remaking of the world when Luthien and Beren could get added back into the mix...they'll cross that bridge when they come to it.

#silmarillion #celegorm #elured #elurin #elwing #the other kidnap fam #other kidnap fam: wilderness survival edition #background celegorm x luthien #bullet point au #fix-it

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byoldervine · 1 year ago

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Types Of Writer’s Block (And How To Fix Them)

1. High inspiration, low motivation. You have so many ideas to write, but you just don’t have the motivation to actually get them down, and even if you can make yourself start writing it you’ll often find yourself getting distracted or disengaged in favour of imagining everything playing out

Try just bullet pointing the ideas you have instead of writing them properly, especially if you won’t remember it afterwards if you don’t. At least you’ll have the ideas ready to use when you have the motivation later on

2. Low inspiration, high motivation. You’re all prepared, you’re so pumped to write, you open your document aaaaand… three hours later, that cursor is still blinking at the top of a blank page

RIP pantsers but this is where plotting wins out; refer back to your plans and figure out where to go from here. You can also use your bullet points from the last point if this is applicable

3. No inspiration, no motivation. You don’t have any ideas, you don’t feel like writing, all in all everything is just sucky when you think about it

Make a deal with yourself; usually when I’m feeling this way I can tell myself “Okay, just write anyway for ten minutes and after that, if you really want to stop, you can stop” and then once my ten minutes is up I’ve often found my flow. Just remember that, if you still don’t want to keep writing after your ten minutes is up, don’t keep writing anyway and break your deal - it’ll be harder to make deals with yourself in future if your brain knows you don’t honour them

4. Can’t bridge the gap. When you’re stuck on this one sentence/paragraph that you just don’t know how to progress through. Until you figure it out, productivity has slowed to a halt

Mark it up, bullet point what you want to happen here, then move on. A lot of people don’t know how to keep writing after skipping a part because they don’t know exactly what happened to lead up to this moment - but you have a general idea just like you do for everything else you’re writing, and that’s enough. Just keep it generic and know you can go back to edit later, at the same time as when you’re filling in the blank. It’ll give editing you a clear purpose, if nothing else

5. Perfectionism and self-doubt. You don’t think your writing is perfect first time, so you struggle to accept that it’s anything better than a total failure. Whether or not you’re aware of the fact that this is an unrealistic standard makes no difference

Perfection is stagnant. If you write the perfect story, which would require you to turn a good story into something objective rather than subjective, then after that you’d never write again, because nothing will ever meet that standard again. That or you would only ever write the same kind of stories over and over, never growing or developing as a writer. If you’re looking back on your writing and saying “This is so bad, I hate it”, that’s generally a good thing; it means you’ve grown and improved. Maybe your current writing isn’t bad, if just matched your skill level at the time, and since then you’re able to maintain a higher standard since you’ve learned more about your craft as time went on

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bueckers555 · 4 months ago

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CAN’T STAND YOU — nika muhl x reader

summary: in which, you and nika show each other just how much you can’t stand one another

warnings: smut smut and more smut

authors note. part two of the pazzi x reader fic will be up soon but first, my girl nika cuz one too many angry edits of her popped up so this is what my head came up with ITS OVULATION WEEK SORRY

No one on the team could pinpoint when it started—least of all you or Nika Mühl.

Maybe it was during that first practice when you’d hustled for a loose ball and she’d beaten you to it, smirking as she dribbled away like she’d just claimed some unspoken victory. Or maybe it was the time she’d called out your positioning in a drill, her tone sharp and clipped, like you were a rookie who didn’t belong on the same court as her. Whatever it was, the seed had been planted, and it grew into something jagged and unyielding, a mutual loathing neither of you could shake.

It wasn’t loud or showy at first. You didn’t scream in each other’s faces or throw punches in the gym. It was quieter, colder— a slow burn that everyone felt but no one could fix.

You’d roll your eyes when she took the lead in huddles, her voice cutting through the air with that unshakable confidence. She’d scoff when you ran a play, muttering something under her breath about your footwork or your timing.

The team noticed, though—they always did. Paige would shoot Aaliyah a look, a silent “not this again,” while the freshmen shuffled awkwardly, unsure where to stand when the tension thickened.

On the court, it was a different beast. You were both too good to let it tank the game outright, but it showed in the cracks. During a fast break, you’d hesitate just a split second before passing to her, the ball leaving your hands with a little too much force, like you were daring her to miss. She’d catch it, of course—she was Nika Mühl, she didn’t miss much—but the glare she’d send your way could’ve burned a hole through the hardwood.

When she drove to the basket, you’d hang back instead of setting the screen she needed, forcing her to twist through defenders alone. She’d still score half the time, but the other half, she’d turn it over, and you’d feel a flicker of grim satisfaction.

“Run the play right next time,” she’d say after, her voice low and flat as you jogged back on defense. Not accusatory—just factual, like she was stating the weather. It pissed you off more than if she’d yelled.

“Maybe if you didn’t hog it, I would,” you’d mutter, loud enough for her to hear but not enough to draw Geno’s attention. She’d pretend she didn’t, but the way her shoulders stiffened told you she had.

The team adapted. They had to. Paige started calling the shots more, acting as a buffer, while KK quietly nudged you both toward open spots to keep the offense flowing. But it was a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.

During one game against a ranked opponent, you’d both gone for the same rebound—neither of you calling it—and ended up colliding, the ball slipping through your hands and out of bounds. The crowd groaned, and Nika’s eyes met yours for a split second, sharp and furious, before she turned away. Coach benched you both for the next few minutes, his jaw tight, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to.

Off the court, it was subtler but no less brutal. In the weight room, you’d push yourself harder when she was around, stacking plates on the bar until your arms shook, just to prove a point. She’d do the same, her reps silent and relentless, never looking your way but always aware. At team dinners, you’d sit at opposite ends of the table, your conversations with others clipped whenever she spoke up. The team stopped trying to force you together after a while—why bother when it always ended the same?

No one knew why it ran so deep. You couldn’t explain it yourself. She wasn’t cruel, not really—just infuriatingly self-assured, like she’d already sized you up and found you lacking. And you weren’t petty, but something about her set your teeth on edge—maybe the way she carried herself, like the court was hers and you were just borrowing space. It wasn’t jealousy; you were too good for that. It wasn’t even personal, not at first. It just was, a reflex neither of you could unlearn.

By the time that bad game rolled around, the tension had a pulse of its own. You’d both been off: your shots rimmed out, her passes sailed wide. The mistakes weren’t all on one of you, but it didn’t matter. Every missed opportunity became a weapon, every fumble a reason to point the finger. The final buzzer sounded, and the loss sank in, heavy and bitter. You caught her eye as you walked off the court, her expression a mirror of your own—frustration, blame, and something darker simmering beneath.

The team saw it coming. They always did. But this time, when the locker room door swung shut behind you, it wasn’t just another cold standoff. It was the breaking point.

The locker room was suffocating with tension after the game—a brutal loss that left the team reeling. The scoreboard had mocked them: 72-68, a four-point deficit that felt like a chasm.

Everyone knew who’d been at each other’s throats all night: you and Nika Mühl. The star guard’s fiery glare had met your own more times than the ball had hit the rim, and the team was sick of it.

“Great job out there, huh? Maybe if you’d passed the damn ball instead of hogging it, we wouldn’t be in this mess,” you snapped, slamming your locker shut. Your voice echoed off the metal, sharp enough to cut through the murmurs of your teammates.

Nika whirled around, her dark hair still damp with sweat, eyes blazing. “Me? You’re the one who missed three wide-open shots in the fourth quarter. My grandma could’ve made those with her eyes closed, and she’s half-blind!”

“Oh, please,” you shot back, stepping closer, your chest heaving from the adrenaline still pumping through you. “Your ass had two turnovers trying to show off with those fancy ass dribbles. Maybe stick to the basics next time, hotshot.”

The rest of the team exchanged looks—Paige Bueckers rolled her eyes and muttered, “Here we go again,” while Azzi Fudd grabbed her bag and bolted for the door. They’d seen this dance before: you and Nika, two storms colliding, leaving wreckage in your wake. No one dared intervene anymore.

It was pointless. Like trying to get a shark and bear get along: stupid and a waste of time.

Nika’s jaw tightened, her lips curling into a sneer. “Shit, at least I’m not the one who let their girl blow past them for that game-tying layup. You’re a mess.”

You laughed, bitter and cold. “A mess? Says the one who fouled out with two minutes left. Real fucking clutch, Mühl.”

She stepped closer, her breath hot against your face, her voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “Keep talking. See where it gets you.”

The air crackled between you, thick with rage and something else—something unspoken that had been simmering for weeks. Your teammates had scattered now, leaving the locker room empty except for the two of you, the silence amplifying every ragged breath.

“Fuck you, Nika,” you hissed, shoving her shoulder.

She didn’t budge, just grabbed your wrist and yanked you closer, her grip bruising. “Fuck you,” she spat back, her lips inches from yours.

And then—chaos. You didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly her mouth was on yours, all teeth and fury, a kiss that felt more like a fight. You shoved her against the lockers, the clang of metal ringing out as your hands tangled in her hair, pulling hard. She groaned—a sound that was half-anger, half-need—and bit your lip, drawing a sharp hiss from you.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you muttered against her mouth, your hands already under her jersey, nails raking down her back.

“Shut up,” she growled, spinning you around so your back hit the cold steel. Her fingers were rough, tugging at your shorts, yanking them down with no patience. “You piss me off.”

“Good,” you snarled, kicking the fabric aside and pulling her closer, your thigh slotting between her legs. She was still in her uniform, sweaty and disheveled, and the sight of her—pupils blown, chest heaving—made your stomach twist with want.

Her hands found your hips, digging in as she ground against you, her breath hitching. “Fuckin’ always got sum to say,” she taunted, but her voice cracked when your fingers slipped beneath her waistband, finding her already soaked. “Fuck—”

“Keep talking,” you mocked, echoing her earlier threat as you pressed two fingers inside her, curling them hard. She gasped, her head tipping back against the locker, and the sound sent a jolt straight through you.

She didn’t back down, though—never did. Her hand slid between your thighs, mirroring your movements, and the sudden pressure made your knees buckle. “You’re such a bitch,” she whispered, her thumb circling you with ruthless precision, “can’t fucking stand you.”

The words hit like a punch, and you hated how they made you clench around her fingers. You retaliated, adding a third finger, pumping faster, deeper, until her thighs trembled and her insults dissolved into broken moans. The locker room smelled of sweat and sex, the air thick with the sound of your ragged breathing and the wet, desperate rhythm of your bodies.

“Fuck, Nika—” you choked out, your free hand gripping her shoulder as she pushed you to the edge, her fingers relentless. She smirked, even as her own voice shook, “Say it again.”

You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction, but your body betrayed you, shuddering as she tipped you over, your release crashing through you like a tidal wave. You clung to her, nails biting into her skin, and she followed seconds later, her hips jerking against your hand as she came with a string of curses in Croatian you barely understood.

But it wasn’t enough—not for either of you. The anger still burned, fueling something primal. You shoved her onto the bench, straddling her before she could recover, and she pulled you down with a wicked grin, her hands guiding your hips to grind against her thigh. The friction was maddening, too much and not enough all at once, and soon you were both chasing that high again—overstimulated, oversensitive, but too stubborn to stop.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” she panted, her voice raw as she gripped your waist, her touch bruising in the best way.

“Then die,” you shot back, but the words lost their venom as you came again, harder this time, your vision blurring. She laughed—breathless, triumphant—and pulled you into another messy, desperate kiss, her tongue claiming you like she’d won the argument.

When it was over, you collapsed against her, both of you sweaty, trembling messes. The locker room was silent again, save for your heavy breathing. Neither of you spoke for a long moment, the weight of what just happened settling in.

Finally, Nika muttered, “We’re still fucked for the next game.”

You snorted, too exhausted to argue. “Yeah. But at least we’re good at this.”

She smirked, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and for once, there was no venom in her eyes—just a flicker of something softer. “Truce?”

“For now,” you said, and you both knew it wouldn’t last.

#nika mühl #nika muhl x reader #nika muhl smut #uconn wbb #uconn #smut #wlw smut #wlw post #lesbian

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star-sim · 1 year ago

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"cheater!" ☆ enha hyungs

☆ non-idol! bf! enhypen hyungs x fem! reader ☆ summary: that one time you mentioned another guy's name, and he gets jealous (and he's dumb). ☆ genre: fluff, humor, dumb dumb boys, very minor angst/hurt/comfort in jay's part, cross between short scenarios and bullet points ☆ warning(s)? mentions of cheating obv, misunderstandings, ☆ not edited lolz also if ur @/archlstarvlle get off my dick again and stop plagiarizing me (and other authors bruh)

heeseung ☆

poor guy

you and him were going to a party later

and you were planning on putting ribbons in your hair

except you didn't have ribbons!

time to go to your nearest craft store: michael's.

"Baaaabe," you whined, prying Heeseung's grabby hands away from you. "I need to go."

Heeseung kept his arms wrapped around you, pressing his cheeks into your back. He threw his leg around yours, pulling you ever closer to him.

"Nooooo," he drawled, and you could feel his lips forming a little pout. You were just so warm and soft and comfortable. "Stay."

You chuckled at his childishness. You needed to go buy ribbons for later, since you ran out of them.

"Baby," you pecked his forehead, trying to shake yourself free of your clingy boyfriend. "I need to go to Michael's."

You felt Heeseung's body go frigid for a moment, before his arms loosened altogether around you, allowing you to escape his grip.

When you pulled away, while you continued to happily chirp about whatever was on your mind to your boyfriend, your words fell upon deaf ears.

Heeseung pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it pensively.

heeseung was actually going insane

WHO IS MICHAEL??? AND WHY ARE YOU GOING TO HIM??

heeseung swears he's never heard you talk of someone named michael, let alone a friend named michael

how could you drop the name of some OTHER MAN so casually???

and the nail in the coffin was what you said next

"Michael's has some pretty cool things," you chatted, your back turned to your boyfriend as you fixed your lip gloss. "So, let me know if you need anything from there.

michael... cool... things....

if heeseung wasn't already fighting for his life, he was now fighting a million wars at once.

you told heeseung that he was cool and handsome and cute and all the words in the dictionary all the time.... and you made sure to let him know that your words were exclusive to him

so for you to say that SOME RANDOM DUDE NAMED MICHAEL WAS COOL?????

"I don't think you've ever been to Michael's, so I think—"

Heeseung abruptly stood up from the bed that he was lying in, in such a sudden and dramatic way that you snapped your head over to him, as he was quite loud with it.

There your tall boyfriend stood, completely still, with a deep frown on his face.

"Babe, are you okay—"

"I'm going with you," Heeseung announced, his voice filled with such a passion and vigor that it nearly shook. He looked so indignant and solemn, you almost felt worried. With finger air-quotes, he said with a subtle eye-roll, "I will go with you to this 'Michaels.' "

You blinked at him obliviously, before a smile grew on your face. You didn't know that Heeseung was so curious about the local craft store called Michael's, but you were not going to question it.

"Okay!"

heeseung was just WAITING

he let you take the wheel and while he sat in your passenger's seat he was rubbing his knuckles, WAITING TO THROW A FIST AT THIS MICHAEL GUY

would a black eye suffice? or maybe a broken nose....

he glanced over at you

you were just humming to yourself to the music (you let heeseung take the aux)

sure you looked so cute and innocent right now... BUT HOW??? HOW COULD YOU BE SO CASUAL ABT IT???

heeseung was expecting for you to pull up to a neighborhood, or an apartment complex, ready to feel his entire world crash down before his feet as some guy named michael emerged from the doorway

his heart plummeted at the thought of this 'michael' pulling you in for a hug, with you greeting him back brightly

no!!!! he couldn't let michael win!!!

you were his!!

except, you simply pulled up to a parking lot

to a massive store, with white walls and a giant brown sign

reading

michael's craft store

Heeseung flopped over in relief.

"Hee...!"

jay ☆

i think at this point in time you and jay aren't DATING dating, but definitely an exclusive pair that's BASICALLY dating

all your friends know about him and you report to them daily about him (theyre tired)

except

before you and jay became an actual pair

you used to call him a code name with your friends

the code name in question?

hamilton

named after your friend's hamilton beach flexcut cordless can opener, aka the first thing that you saw when you were coming up with a code name

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

Today, you and Jay decided to have a study session in the library. Although you knew that he'd be true to his word and would actually help you study, you hoped that the two of you could do something more.

Maybe he'd put his hand on your thigh, or maybe you'd have the opportunity to cut him off with a kiss. Just the thought made your stomach do flips.

As you waited at the library table, with your heart in your hands, your phone rang. It was your friends. Noticing the dirty looks for such an obnoxious ringtone, you stepped out the library to take the call.

meanwhile jay was pretty much shaking with each step he took to the campus library

an entire two hours with you? you, who needed his help really badly? you, who he wanted to kiss so badly? yes please!!!

boy was he excited

but as he rounded the corner to the library.............

he spotted you..... on the phone with someone.....

"Hamilton is so handsome!" he heard you squeal into your phone, and Jay's heart stopped. "I hope Hamilton comes soon, so that I can kiss him."

ham...il...ton

who is that....

jay knew that you and him weren't officially dating but he didn't expect you to do him dirty like that :(

as you continuted to giggle and coo about this hamilton guy, jay couldn't help but feel his heart ache

he really thought you were the one :(

except he was so caught up in his thoughts that jay tripped over his feet, making you whip your head around to him

Your expression was horrified, which only only confirmed his worst fears. Still, you stepped toward him, your face painted with embarrassment.

"Oh, hi Jay," you said bashfully, unable to meet his gaze.

Jay, even when he was hurt, didn't have it in him to be rude to you. He wanted to run away (and cry), but the way you gave him a small, sheepish grin made his heart flutter.

He planned to sit through this session, and excuse himself after 30 minutes. Keep the relationship civil, he thought.

on your end

you were mortified!!!

did jay just hear you talk about him to your friends?

although you had a code name for him, it wasn't like what you said was completely discreet

you dropped pretty obvious context clues that pointed to who hamilton was

things like "i love hamilton's heart-shaped birthmark on his neck, do you think he'll let me touch it?" and "i hope hamilton takes me out on a date after today's study session"

you were embarrassed

and it didn't help that jay was being quieter than usual... did he think you were weird?

but to jay, that embarrassment translated as the shame of being caught

the entire study session thus far, you didn't even meet his gaze, always looking away

Jay was hurt. Really hurt.

By the way you were acting, he was hoping for an apology, or some quick explanation, even if it was short and half-assed. At least you could've tried. But you said nothing.

Jay himself had questions that he wanted to be answered: how long has this been going on, if you were lying when you told him that you loved him, etc.

His lips moved faster than his mind could catch.

"So, who's Hamilton?" he blurted.

shit shit shit

he KNOWS RIGHT?

HE KNOWS THAT HE'S HAMILTON

RIGHT???????

you felt your neck and cheeks heating up

and by the way he looked solemn, you were sure he was mad at you

You froze, before all of your words spilled out of your mouth.

"Oh my god, Jay, I'm so sorry. You must be feeling so creeped out and disgusted with me and—"

from your body language to the panic in your expression

jay thought that his suspicions were confirmed

the moment that you began speaking he was ready to break down sobbing

but your next words made him stop

"— And I know that you think I'm weird for using a code name as stupid as 'Hamilton' for you, and I'm so sorry for that, but—"

wait a minute............

code name

hamilton

for him

"Wait, I'm Hamilton?!" Jay cut you off, his face pinching.

You let out a weird sound, an awkward expression spreading across your features.

"I-I mean, yeah..." you hid your face in your hands, "Ughhhh, I'm so sorry, that's so weir— Jay?!"

Jay was slumped over the table in relief, his face buried in his arms. He let out a loud groan, before lifting his head to look up at you. You couldn't help but notice the little glassy sheen in his eyes, almost like he was going to cry.

"Jay..."

He quickly wiped the little tears forming in his eyes away, sniffling before sitting up completely, averting his gaze from you.

"It's nothing," he murmured.

He was relieved. No, beyond relieved. He was ecstatic that this entire time you were talking about him. He couldn't believe that he would think of you in such a poor light.

He kept his eyes away from you, too shy and embarrassed to look you in the eye.

You poked him, and he didn't respond, so you poked him again.

"Jay."

"Hm?"

"Do you think I'm weird?"

He snapped his head over to you.

"What? No, of course not!"

You frowned. "Then why aren't you talking to me?"

Jay sucked in a sharp breath. "It's nothing."

He finally met your gaze, his lips helplessly cracking into a grin just as the sight of you perplexed expression.

He clutched your chin, tilting it so that you would look at him. He leaned in to give your lips a peck.

"I promise, it's nothing, Baby."

You leaned into him, giving him a peck, too.

"Okay," you nodded, biting back the giddy, lovesick grin that fought its way onto your face.

jake ☆

one day youre hanging out w your friends

and ygs go to a dog cafe

so cute!!

and theres this one dog that's just practically CALLING FOR YOU

he's just this little maltese named enzo and he's so cute

the two of you cuddling on the floor, giving him good head rubs and laughing as he licks you

you love enzo the maltese!

anyways so you take pictures ofc and post it to your private instagram

Jake narrowed his eyes at his phone.

He was deep.

Deep in the goddamn trenches.

He was excited to see the cute pictures you took of your day out with your friends. When you said that you were going to a dog cafe, Jake was so ready to use a picture of you and a pup (two of his favorite things) as his new phone wallpaper.

But that wasn't going to happen.

Because all of a sudden, his Wi-Fi decided to be poor all of a sudden.

Although he got the notification that you posted something new on Instagram, when he checked your account, none of you pictures loaded. All he could see was a black loading square, and the caption to the post.

at first jake was like

"its ok i can wait" even though he REALLLLYYY wanted to see your pictures

he couldn't see any of the pictures you posted, but he could still see the caption

and that's what caught his eye

you liked to have an individual explanation for each picture in the post, so your caption read as follows:

pic 1: me and enzo

pic 2: enzo kissing me

pic 3: holding enzo's hand

pic 4: enzo and me cuddling

and that's when jake stopped reading

Jake was going to start losing hair, because who was Enzo? And why was he kissing you? And cuddling with you?

He'd never heard of an Enzo. Poor guy, Jake kept refreshing your account in the hopes that your pictures would load, so that he could see this Enzo guy face-to-face. But that didn't happen.

It didn't help that your Instagram notes read, "enzo <3."

seriously

WHO IS ENZO

jake paced back and forth around his apartment, trying to scroll back in his memory for anyone named enzo

but alas

no one

all he knew was that whoever enzo was, he was about to get a broken jaw

a little frown formed on his face, as he rubbed his knuckles

were you going to leave him from this enzo person?

was enzo better than him?

how come jake never heard of an enzo before?

Jake's head perked up the moment his apartment door cracked open, revealing you. He rushed straight to you, expecting to hear you say, "I'm breaking up with you for another man named Enzo," completely taken aback when you simply threw your arms around him.

"Hi, Jakey!" you simply exclaimed, holding him tight.

Jake stood still, eyeing you for a moment.

Were you not going to break up with him on the spot?

The next thing he knew, Jake was pulled into his room, thrown on his bed, and cuddled up against you.

"I'm so tired," you breathe, snuggling your face against his chest. "I couldn't wait to get home to you."

Jake blinked.

"T-Tell me about your day," he gulped.

and you happily did so

animately, you told all about your day

what foods you tried, what you and your friends did, how much fun you had

you even told him about a cute little maltese that you couldn't remember the name of at the dog cafe...

and at last

no mention of enzo

"How's Enzo?"

Jake didn't know why he asked that, but when he did, you perked up.

"Oh!" you clapped your hands. "That's his name!"

"Wh-Who's name?"

You laughed. "The maltese at the dog cafe! His name was Enzo— He was just the cutest little thing!"

Enzo is a... dog?

Jake suddenly hoisted the two of you up, so that you were laying flat on your back. He plopped his face onto your chest, putting your hand in his hair.

"I don't like Enzo," Jake murmured against your chest. You chuckled, playing with his hair slowly.

"You didn't like the pictures of me and Enzo?"

"No," Jake shook his head, his hair cutely bouncing with each movement. "I don't like a dog trying to take my girl."

You laughed, calling your boyfriend silly, but completely oblivious to the fact that Jake was now making plans to go to that dog cafe to have a man-to-man talk with a dog.

sunghoon ☆

a man of a few words, gotta love it

this is very niche but you have a habit of making very obscure and dumb and completely nonsensical nicknames for people

like jake becomes jacobsongerald and jay becomes jameslynner the third

one day you and sunghoon are just having a lazy day

It's a quiet morning. Slivers of sunlight are peeking from the kitchen blinds, while birds chirp their hearts out outside.

While you look through the fridge, Sunghoon sits at the kitchen table, notepad and pen in hand.

"Do we need eggs?" he asked.

You glanced down at the egg compartment. "No, but I think we're running out of butter soon."

Sunghoon nodded, jotting down 'butter' on the notepad.

Every week or so, you and Sunghoon liked to have a morning like this, where you went over your grocery list.

sunghoon loved mornings like this

seeing you in your cute pajamas, your raspy morning voice bouncing off the walls as you listed to him what the two of you needed to buy for the week

the way the sunlight bounced off of you just made you look so ethereal, in your early morning glory

"Sungerson, can you write down milk?"

Sunghoon's face contorted immediately.

pardon....

WHO???

sunghoon couldn't tell if he was appalled because you just called him the WRONG NAME or because 'sungerson' is actually such a ridiculous name

WHO IS SUNGERSON THAT'S SO STUPID OMG

wait a minute....

sunghoon's heard horror stories like this before

where if your significant other accidentally calls you by another name, it's a sign that they're seeing someone else

"Oh, and can you add canola oil to the list?" you asked, not really checking to see if he was writing it down due to your trust in him. But when you didn't hear any pen scribbles, you turned over your shoulder. "Sunghoon?"

see?

you called him sunghoon just then

and this entire morning you'd called him sunghoon

but then you call him a different name out of no where and act like nothing happened

you weren't seeing someone else... right?

like...... you wouldn't do that to him

the way you acted like nothing happened made sunghoon think that you probably didn't notice your slip-up

"Sungerson?"

You looked confused, your brows furrowing. "What?"

Sunghoon looked up to meet your gaze. "You called me Sungerson. Who is that?"

"Oh." You shrugged. "It's just one of those dumb nicknames that I make up for people."

"Okay."

that made sense

completely

he shouldn't have doubted you

"Sunghoon, what are you pouting about?"

okay, so maybe the thought of you with someone else made him upset

even if you weren't

and reassured him that you weren't

You huffed, shutting the fridge door before coming over to wear Sunghoon sat at the kitchen table. You grabbed his head, leaning down to give his forehead a kiss.

Sunghoon whined, taking your arm as you pulled away from him. He leaned back in his seat, patting his lap for you to sit. When you did, Sunghoon immediately pushed his face into the crook of your neck, whining again.

"What is it, you big baby?"

"You're mine, right?"

You blinked. It wasn't every day that Sunghoon was clingy like this.

You chuckled, flicking his forehead.

"Of course," you said.

"Okay," Sunghoon let his eyelids fall shut, taking a deep breath before sinking into your warmth. "That's good."

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Home Headcanons

A/N: Happy VERRRRRYYYYY Late Birthday to Amy @animeomegas. NGL I had ideas when you sent me your request but then I sat down to write them out and they all abandoned me. But I made you collages that fit the vibe I am going for to make up for it. Request: "Could you maybe pick a few Naruto Omegas and describe how you see their home with alpha? Like size, interior design style, amenities, any details that you always imagine for them. I love reading about how people design spaces for fictional characters. Just bullet points, no prose." Warnings: mentions of abuse, poverty, death

Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto's home evolves the longer he is with his Alpha. The very beginning of moving in together opens Naruto up to a new life he hadn't been exposed to - one outside of poverty. He, even without his Alpha, is comfortable but he didn't realize that comfortability meant he no longer had to 1) hoard possessions, 2) get used to going without, and 3) use things until they were beyond fixing. Everything Naruto brought into the home was decades old, in disrepair, and beyond saving and it took months before he could part with any of it in favor of getting new items - something he never had before.

Once Naruto overcomes some of his poverty trauma, the home becomes a mix-match of things that do not work but somehow do. You both buy things that you like and figure out how to make it work. He wants his home to be A HOME and not something from a magazine cover. He wants it lived in, where everything sparks joy. He also likes having the ability to change things as he likes and still prefers DIY over buying new.

The home is always a little messy but he keeps his home clean because he is used to taking care of what he has so nothing breaks or tears. There is a ball of laundry on the floor but there are no disgusting dishes hiding under the bed type shit.

You decide to buy a medium-sized home with an emphasis on bedrooms because you had discussions of children. Naruto really wanted a big house in the beginning but whenyou both toured one, he realized just how...disconnected everything felt. Even the open concept plan were too spacious. It made him feel like everyone would be too far away even if he could physically see him.

Loves colorblock accents on the walls and on decor items. Also loves weird looking furniture or furniture that is made of things people normally dont make furniture with. (Think - a side table made using records and metal dowels or old glasswear used as a chandelier)

Naruto also gets a lot of stuff as gifts and souvenors. He's made so many friends in different places that when he travels, he always comes home with something reflective of his destination. The house is maximalist not because of you spending money (even though you both like to buy cool things) but because he gets a lot of presents. This reflects...all over the house. You have a weird stature watching you poop now. Congrats.

He has a nook of your home that is dedicated to all his old things. He has some sentimental items from back when he had very little that he doesn't want to get rid of but they are bare bones. He also keeps mementos of your relationship (pre-moving in together) there.

Ceiling hammock. That is all.

Absolutely hates blinds (the white ones that go up and down) and yes, it is because he always gets them wonky or tangled. He wanted to replace all the doors with bead strands because they were shiny but you veto-d that with a quickness.

The nursery is the only room in the house that is somewhat less chaotic looking. There are lots of colors but they are softer and everything is a lot more purposeful. Naruto got a lot of advice from other parents about what he should do there and he is very strict about keeping it less chaotic.

Neji Hyuuga

Clean girl aesthetic but home edition. Clean lines. No overpowering bright colors. Open concept. Neutral. Kind of boring but its very calming and incredibly organized. He wants all the hard furniture - tables, dressers, cupboards, cabinets, etc to be sturdy and all the soft furniture - couches, chairs, rugs, etc - to be the softest and comfiest things you've ever felt.

He does not want to buy things and have to replace them so you both budget to get the best top quality items that last 30 years. He is infinitely grateful that his mate let him take over the majority of the decorating because he goes nuts when it clicks that 'oh, all of this new life is mine. I have autonomy and control.'

Neji is fanatical about the way his bedroom looks and feels. Due to years of trauma, he has his bed hidden surrounded by moveable walls that he can close and open at will (or with chakra.) Before kids, he only has all the walls closed. After kids, he keeps the wall closest to the door open so they can see him and he can see them.

The only things he lets go of are his pup's bedrooms and their bathroom. He had to come to terms with the fact that they will grow into their own people with their own tastes and they deserve what he never got as a kid - a personalized space thats just for them. As long as they keep it clean, he's fine. (He 100% gets excited when they want him to go shopping with them because while it may not be to his taste, he is great with decorating and matching their growing tastes)

You surprise him with a mini jacuzza bath built off the master bathroom when he went away for a mission for two months and he wants you to fuck him in it like twice a week. (Lives for the 'prince being bathed by their servant' roleplay). He didn't know he wanted one until he got it and its his favorite part of the house XD

A slut for furniture with compartments and small cozy nooks.

Hates clear tiny, peek-a-boo windows. If they are frosted, its fine. He wants floor to ceiling windows whenever and wherever possible. Loves the natural light they let in.

Takes pride in the outside of the home as much as the inside and obsesses over his pond. He likes to mediate and practice new jutsu there.

Loves a home renovation project so his home started off as a one bedroom apartment-type building because he and his Alpha were broke-broke when they moved in together and it has expanded into a fucking manor. Man said "I deserve luxury" and his Alpha said, "Yes my love."

Overall, his home is a reflection of his freedom to choose but also a reflection of his need for stability. It is a home that started from nothing and was given life by love, just like him.

Chouji Akimichi

His home is on Akimichi Clan land, a wedding gift from the clan to Chouji. The original plan was for you and Chouji to live in your apartment for another year after the wedding to save money to buy your own plot on clan land and build a home but the clan surprised you with the home a few months before the wedding. You did not tell Chouji because you had your own wedding gift to add onto it in mind.

Like most Akimichi, his kitchen and pantry are a focal point in his home. He was very specific in what he wanted and what he needed when you were discussing your furture home. The kitchen is large and spacious so he had the space to cook. The pantry is more of a walk-in closet than anything because Chouji loves to collect different ingredients from around the world and he needs the space.

The kitchen leads out to the backyard, where you designed and built a huge barbaque and cook-out area as his wedding gift. When the clan told you about the house, you began your own construction when the kitchen was done. You made sure to give it a different vibe from the inside. Chouji in the kitchen is different than Chouji on the BBQ and no, you will not elaborate.

Everything in the home is reinforced to hold an Akimichi. They are a big people. A dense people. A people who can and will make themselves bigger, sometimes just for shits and giggles when they have a little too much to drink. Their homes need to fit them. There is nothing short of a catastrophic event that is going to take the house down.

Chouji's nest area is different than his shared bedroom with you. The nest is in its own room and is shaped similarly to his pup's/pups' beds, except bigger. Its a two-level bed with stairs, curved and lined with dense stuffing and sturdy cushions on both 'floors'. The bottom area has shelves that store his heat aids and supplies. The top area is used mainly for storing back up blankets, pillows, and sheets since his heats get messy.

The pup's/pups' room - in the nursery and childhood years - start as being very whimsical in design. The beds are built into the wall and act as a sleeping space and a small play area. If any of the pups are Omegas, it also makes for a great 'first nest' area, with curved areas and hidden nooks. The rooms are also filled with all sorts of learning toys alongside several numerous large plushies.

Speaking of pup rooms, they have their own section of the house. There is a hallway that leads from the main room that lead just to bedroom doors. Chouji is Oma-shaped and he wanted at least three pups. Its in the opposite direction of your master bedroom and Chouji's nest room -for obvious reasons.

Every room has some color in it but not a lot. He likes his spaces to be calming - like Neji - but still a little colorful - like Naruto. The bathrooms are basic because he doesn't see why they need to be decorated. People aren't hanging out in there. They are in there to shit, shower, shave so why???

Fucking hates subway tiles - the white and black ones. You had to redo one of your bathrooms after a pipe burst and when the contractor put them on the table, Chouji immediately shoved them back into his bag with prejudice. He also hates mirrored surfaces - especially if they distort the reflection.

There are an abundance of random snack hidey-holes fucking everywhere. Behind paintings, in the storage ottomans and baskets, under beds, between cushions, in at least one drawer in every room. Snacks everywhere. Its very convienent.

Kankuro

The homes in Sunagakure are very different than in Konohagakure - in that they are closer together, rounder, and dusty as hell. Beehive looking ass buildings. They also look like they have hallways that link buildings together. It also looks like the housing options are either condos, duplexes, or apartments. No actual independant standing homes. As such, Kankuro and you live in a three-ish story condo.

Because you live in the desert that has sandstorms, there are not many windows. Maybe one on each floor. Not a whole lot of natural light coming in. This works well because the desert is hot and the less sun inside, the cooler the inside stays. The walls are also very curved - which might just be a stylistic choice but who knows?

The condo is very open but yet it gives the feeling of it being underground. You can see the first floor from the second floor and vice versa. There is a staircase on one side that connects the two floors. The third floor is technically an attic but it was pretty big and - when you renovated it - became a liveable, useable area. This is where you banished Kankuro's puppets to.

You were not about to have Kankuro's puppet's everywhere in your new home. You saw the state of his apartment - with random ass body parts everywhere - and decided that you were going to turn the attic into his workshop. Kankuro protested until he saw what you had done and proceeded to immediately make it the creepiest place you've ever been but hey, at least there aren't eyeballs sitting on the coffee table.

Kankuro does not give a fuck about decorating. As long as every room has the basics, he does not care. His home before you was a mixmatch of furniture that he was given from random people. The only thing he is particular on is his puppet work station. You cannot get him to choose anything to save your life and he will complain every time he sees you eyeing the homes and garden section of the store.

Because the home is technically just a building mostly made of solid earth, much of it is just one solid piece that has nooks and crannys carved into it. The bathroom is no exception. Everything is either straight lines or curved edges with no in-between but everything is a single solid smooth surface. You have one of each. They both look weird for different reasons. One of them has two different style bathtubs in it - an above ground and an in-the-ground. You don't make too much of a fuss because Kankuro likes to have sex in there more than any other room so....

You comissioned a vanity for Kankuro for his birthday so he would stop leaving his face paints everywhere in the bathroom. Its quite simple but it has three mirrors and many drawers. He sticks to purple for the most part but he has used other colors for different events. Its his favorite thing he's ever gotten from you (besides the mold of your dick. )

Kankuro's nest is wherever he wants it to be. It could be in the middle of the living room or in the kitchen or in his workshop, etc. He doesn't like having a dedicated space for his nest much like he doesn't like wearing clothes when he is home. He figures 'this is my house. If I wanna nest here (or be naked), then I can and no one can tell me no because this is my house.' However he does have a indoor hammock that he uses a lot as a nest spot.

The bedroom is...reflective of your sex life and thats all I'm going to say and you probably should never let anyone in there. Keep it locked always. The tamest thing in there is the LED sign that spells out SEX that Kankuro, the troll that he is, turns on to tell you he wants to fuck.

Kakashi Hatake

This man JUMPED at the chance to move in with you. All you did was mention your lease was ending and he was handing you a key to his family home. (Yes he had been carrying it in his pocket trying to figure out how to give it to you without making it weird....he made it weird anyway) He had avoided the house for so long but he was ready to face those ghosts as long as you were there with him. He wanted to reclaim it.

After a LOT of clean-up and some renovations, the home shaped up quite nicely. Its only a one story, one bed-one bath because fuck you if you think he's inviting people over XD. Nah this is yours, his, and the dog's space. No one is invited. (Gai doesn't count. The man comes over whether he's wanted or not and he was a part of the deal when you got Kakashi)

He specifically wanted to expand the backyard so the dogs could have space to run and play so you bought a patch of land behind the already established backyard to extend it. He got a little crazy with the privacy plants so you now have a small forest around your home. TBH this just means he can walk around with no mask and no clothes in front of the windows.

Speaking of dogs, a lot of the furniture doubles as dog beds. Dog beds everywhere. It looks like y'all collect them at this point. (And for why? The dogs end up in your bed anyway)

A reading nook doubles as a nesting space for Kakashi. For heats, Kakashi will nest in the bed but for other things, he will curl up in his reading corner and relax. He reads things other than Icha Icha but one of the bookshelves is soley dedicated to it and its on display because 'fuck you this is my house and if I wanna display my porn, I'm gonna' - said Kakashi but in nicer words. (When he feels vulnerable and you aren't around, he will put up a hanging curtain and hide)

Kakashi favors cool tones and graviates towards blue and that shows throughout the home. He originally had no interest in decorating but he wasn't about to let you go alone (because no, he needs to be with you at all times like the worlds biggest tick) so he went and it became very apparent very quickly that he had a preference. Everything he picked - at your prompting - was matching a white, grey, light blue-green sort of color scheme. Its calming for him so you went with it and incorporated your own stuff with it.

The bathroom is bigger than the bedroom and this is on purpose. Kakashi comes down from subspace after sexytime the easiest when he's being washed so the tub and the shower are much larger than normal since it has to fit two people a lot of the time. Kakashi also lives a life of constant "bruh I'm so tired I will pass out in the living room covered in filth unless someone takes me to the bathroom" moments and its infinitely easier to deal with a large bathroom.

He hates floor to ceiling windows and any furniture that is L-shaped. Something about too much sun and too many unnecessary corners. He also really hates that there are so many drawers in the kitchen but like....the counters came with them. (yes you have to keep him from shoving everything into one drawer)

The bedroom is pretty standard. A bed. A rug. Two dressers. Some pictures on the walls. A small writing desk. A bird perch on the window for messenger birds. But there is one thing that looks like it belongs but it is not what it seems. An armoire. Now, many would see it and think "oh more room for clothes" and they would be wrong. That is the sex armoire. It holds all the kinky funtime toys that Kakashi likes. (And yes, that thing is locked down more securely than Area 51. It only opens for you and Kakashi.)

Kakashi does have a memorial place in the yard for the people he loves that died and a wall inside the house for all the people he loves that are still alive. He needs the two spaces to be separate and as far away from eachother as possible. The backyard memorial is a small patch with a bunch of stones with people's names on them with a bench next to it. He sits there and talks to them sometimes. Its easier for him to be open and grieve in the comfort and privacy of his home, with his love and mate, than do it alone at the Village's Memorial Stone.

#prezzie #happy birthday amy #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #naruto headcanons #omega!naruto #omega!neji #omega!chouji #omega!kankuro #omega!kakashi #alpha!reader #house headcanons

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kaile-hultner · 11 months ago

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Help me dig upward: the Tumblr post

In which I talk a little bit about the hole I’ve been in for a hot minute—and what I want to do to dig out of it.

Hey y’all,

For the second time in a few years I’m starting a GoFundMe. This time, though, it’s not for the site, at least not explicitly. It is to help me get out from under the weight of debt that I’ve been carrying for more than a decade at this point, but which has finally gotten so bad that it’s affecting everything from my sleep patterns to my overall mental health and ability to do the thing that you likely already support me for: this website.

If you’ve been wondering why the posting has decreased here, or reduced in quality, or why we started 2024 off publishing other writers and then just as suddenly stopped doing that again, this is why: I am out of money, I am in debt, and it feels like I’m living every day in pure, basic survival mode.

This GFM, in which I’m asking for $10,000, is a moonshot, a Hail Mary. I don’t expect it to raise anything; it will be the last time I ask the Internet for money, whether it works or it doesn’t. If it works, obviously it’ll mean I’ll be able to post more and maybe my mental health will improve and I won’t feel like every moment is a countdown to a terrible ending, and I’ll be able to think of compelling angles to talk about video games again. If it doesn’t work, maybe I’ll figure something else out. Bankruptcy, probably. I don’t know.

I hate doing this. I hate being in this position. I hate that I’ve already asked for money this year and people have been extremely generous and it just feels like all that generosity just went into a hole. I wish I had something to show for that generosity, or proactively for anything I gain from this campaign. So, if there is something you want me to cover or talk about or look at in exchange for your support on this campaign, just shoot me an email with proof of your donation, no matter how small. It’s [email protected]. I can’t promise I’ll write a bunch of magnum opuses at your request but I will do what I can just simply to show appreciation for your support.

Anyway, this feels bad to me and I’m already starting to regret it, so I’m going to wrap this up by saying thank you in advance and I owe you my life. I wish that was figurative.

Edit: here is the text of the GFM I posted.

Hi y’all,

My name is Kaile Hultner. I am an online cultural critic who has been running the video game criticism website No Escape since 2019. My work has been featured in other places like PC Gamer, Polygon and��Bullet Points Monthly. And like a lot of people, I have been deeply in debt for years.

Debt is a very strange phenomenon. As anthropologist David Graeber demonstrated in his book Debt: The First 5000 Years, it is a phenomenon that imparts a kind of moral valence on a person; whether or not that person can pay their debts is a sign of their trustworthiness or virtue as a member of polite society. Yet you can’t go without debt: at some point, at least in the United States, you have to pick up a form of debt – credit – to establish your credit score, without which you can’t rent an apartment, buy or lease a car, or, in some cases, even get a job. Being debt-free can harm this score, as can having a credit history that is “too young.”

I’ve been in debt for a long time. I’ve been managing my debt for over a decade. Every year for the last six or seven years in particular it feels like I’m losing progressively more and more ground. Seven years ago I had a car; I could do things like deliver Uber Eats and DoorDash and make extra money whenever I ran out. It broke down in my driveway in 2022 and I couldn’t afford to take it to a mechanic to get it fixed. I sold it for $200. I haven’t been able to replace it. I don’t know what I’ll do if I ever need a car for anything. Luckily my day job is WFH.

Recently, I’ve been fighting with my old bank over charges it erroneously applied to my account in excess of $1000, causing it to go deep into the negatives. I’ve been slowly, slowly digging myself out of that hole thanks to some close friends and some very kind folks who follow me on the Internet. But it’s caused other debts to exacerbate. And tonight I realized that I am at the end of my rope. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t sit here and say that I’ve done everything right; certainly, more than one bad decision made out of desperation has put me here. I won’t make excuses for that. But I’m tired of being here, in this position. I’m tired of waking up in the middle of the night with heart palpitations because I got an alert from my bank that I’m in the negatives. I’m tired of getting emails and phone calls from debt collectors. I’m tired of living in basic survival mode with no discernible path forward. I’m tired of being tired, of not having the energy to be creative and do the work I’ve built an online presence around for five years. And paradoxically, I’m tired of asking people on the internet for money.

So I’m going to ask people on the internet for money, one final time.

I’ve set the goal at $10,000. This is far more than I’m honestly expecting to get, but if I get even a fraction of that I could finally obliterate my debts in a meaningful way. I do have specific milestones that I basically need to meet, otherwise this GFM doesn’t hit its maximum effectiveness, but otherwise the sky is the limit. If I reach the whole amount… I don’t really know what I’ll do. Cry, maybe.

Milestones – bolded are high-priority

Milestone reached! $750 – gets my old bank account out of the negatives. Eliminates one vector of harassment, allows me to close that account and move on.

Milestone Reached! $1800 – does the above and allows me to fully pay any late or past-due loan payments missed as a result of the bank issue.

Milestone Reached! $6000 – does the above and allows me to fully pay off all installment loans

$8000 – does the above and allows me to pay off any remaining debts.

$10,000 – does the above and allows me to start saving.

$10,000+ – basically a moonshot, I have no idea what I’ll do with extra.

I fully do not expect you to donate to this. There are people trying to escape genocides, much more abject poverty, crushing medical debt, and so much more that feel – at least to me – so much more worthy of your attention and money. But just know that if you dodonate something, you have my undying appreciation. I will quite literally owe you my life.

I’m going to post this now before I get too emotional or lose my nerve entirely, but again: thank you. Even if all you do is read this.

—Kaile

#crowdfunding #financial aid #mutual aid

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sambhavami · 1 month ago

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yk one woman I will always feel bad for is Kripi.

Unserious reason: I'd feel sorrry for any person who has ashwatthama as a son because im an Ashwatthama hater.

Serious reason: She was probably raised very comfortably and lovingly with Shantanu, doted upon by Kripa, idk if she saw Shantanus other kids as her siblings but maybe them too, very cute, right? And then got married to drona. This makes me wonder what the circumstances of their marriage were, what did the royal family think about it? I like to think Drona liked her at least at first. And. And the first few days are fine, right? Like hey maybe shes not living in a palace but its a quaint little house and shes happy. But slowly Drona begins changing. Or rather showing his true colours. Becomes a stingy but power hungry guy and Kripi had to manage the household with those few resources... he disappears to go learn from Parshuram, when they they have ashwatthama, he's crying for milk and Drona will sit there dreaming about power and money and not even try to do anything... (taking this next part from BR Chopra idk if its in the official editions) When the Drupad thing happens he sacrifices all practicality for pride and even after he gets a job in Hastinapur he's still staying in a small hut because he wants DRUPADS money/cows... like be fr dude. And its all so messed up. And she sees her son grow up. He carries the same ambition as his father did. The cycle is repeating and all she can do is watch. It's so sad... and what did she get at the end of the war. A dead husband and a son who would be known for all eternity as the most cowardly man ever. Her son is alive but at what cost. He will outlive her like he is supposed to but at what cost. It's so sad. I'm sure I can come up with more but this is my Ted talk for now thank you for listening.

Hey, thank you so much for putting all this into words! I agree with you about 90% 😂, so, I am going to put some bullet points 😂

Shantanu all but adopts the twins yes, but he still keeps them in separate lodging (because, caste). We see Bheeshma too later speaking to Kripa with the respect of an elder, even though Bheeshma is the oldest person in the room (again, caste). Seeing that like his father, Kripa is also interested in archery, Shantanu arranges for training in that field alongside your normal theory stuff, and Kripi gets home science lessons (and some of the theory part too).

Now, when they grow up, Dr. Bhaduri's baseline assessment of Kripa is- lazy. He has grown up with the respect of a brahmin and the luxury of a kshatriya, and has never really experienced the 'hardships' of either side, which has made him extremely complacent. I mean, it takes Drona all but one month to take over his sarkari naukri! Throughout the epic [at least till Drona's death] Kripa's maximum contribution is: "Uh, what he said." He follows his muh-bola brother and brother-in-law in whatever decision the latters take. He loves his sister, but I doubt he had anything to do with her marriage this way or that way.

Kripi's marriage to Drona is fixed via a three-way agreement between Shantanu, Sharadvana and Bharadvaja. The reason for this alliance, is speculatively twofold: (1) Both Kripi and Drona's mothers come from a 'lower' caste, and they would find it difficult to marry within full-brahmin families, so this arrangement was b/w equals that way, (2) the Maudgalya brahmins, the Bharadvajas and the Kurus are all cousin lineages, and they did like to keep it within the not-immediate family.

Now, Drona does NOT want to marry her. He only agrees when Bharadvaja sort of blackmails him with a 'this is my dying wish' argument. The marriage happens, I think, shortly before/after Bharadvaja's death, at a time when Drona is too much in shock to protest. We see the ripple effects of this throughout Kripi's life [most of it behind the scenes though].

Bharadvaja was solidly upper-middle-class however. He was after all the dean of a very, very successful gurukul. He might've kept Drona in a pseudo-austere situation, but they weren't by any means hurting for cash. Drona might not have clocked it, and Bharadvaja probably did not think it very appropriate to flash money before his very impressionable kid but Drupada did that job, and the damage was done.

Throughout his childhood and youth Drona loudly complains, to anyone who would listen, that he hates his father's job, and does NOT want to become the next Bharadvaja and keep the gurukul running. He does teach at the school under his father when he's a bit older, but kicking and screaming all the way.

Hence, it's no surprise that once the old Bharadvaja dies, the parents start to withdraw their kids from his school, because why would they allow their children to toil in vain under a guy who very vocally hates the job? Bharadvaja's usp was political science, which isn't Drona's strong suit anyway, so that was the official reason for the students to leave. It is around this time that Kripi marries into the mess. She is comfortable at first yes, but she can see the future too, just is unable to stop it because Drona never listens.

Drona, however does nothing to stop the leak because baap ka maal dariya mein daal, right? He only wises up once all the savings and the students are gone, and he is well and truly penniless. It's now that he sets aside his ego, and asks his neighbours for tuition contracts, and they just say heck no! They rather suggest, "You wanted to be a kshatriya so bad, then go be a soldier under some king instead." And Drona even tries that, and all the local kings go, "I won't sin by employing a brahmin to do a kshatriya's work! Have you considered teaching?"

Now, Drona is well and truly out of options, since no one would even donate a single cow, and he was running out of ways to feed his family. Ashwatthama, he loves dearly, and it pains him immensely to see him suffer and be bullied by kids and adults alike on top of that, but he would still not accept his wife's family's help.

The milk-incident is the straw that breaks the camel's back, and Drona packs up and drags his little family all the way to Kampilya, gets insulted and then finally, to avoid being homeless with a wife and kid, he finally, reluctantly goes to stay with Kripa.

There, once he has enticed the princes, Bheeshma is finally informed that his sister and brother-in-law are here [that much of a low profile he was keeping out of shame]. Bheeshma obviously treats him with respect regardless taking him to his own quarters to have a chat mano-a-mano, and then we get this golden(?) exchange:

Bheeshma: "So Drona, how is my little sister then?"

Drona: "She's got less hair on her head, but she's kinda smart so I tolerate it."

I mean I would still like to know, what was going on in his brain for him to first think of, and then say aloud these words, to her BROTHER no less! YOU starved her for the better part of a decade, your son's voice never changed and he's got a bump on his head as a direct consequence of that, and you were expecting your wife to be what, Hema Malini?!

Bheeshma kinda glosses over that comment, because I guess ladkiwale and all that nonsense, plus I think he realized giving Drona the teaching job was the only way to ensure his sister and nephew would have something to eat the next day, because Drona would still not accept any charity, much less from him.

Bheeshma actually gives Drona an entire apartment complex's worth of four-to-five-storey buildings under the guise of arranging student hostels, and Drona, with his family actually live in a penthouse type flat in one of those buildings itself, with an army of servants and a hefty allowance that he doesn't have to touch since food and lodging are paid for already [gurudakshinas on top of that]. They are comfortable, but Drona would never admit that this turn of fate happened thanks to Kripi and her family [and also he hates teaching unless it is Ashwatthama or later, Arjuna].

Ashwatthama actually grows up relatively well-adjusted considering how most of his childhood went. He is also a better friend of the Pandavas [Arjuna in particular, and there's a bit of jealousy too, and some healthy competition] that the Kauravas. He fights on the Kauravas' side only because Drona doesn't want to be on the same side as Drupada, and Kripa will follow Drona to the earth's end [mostly because he can't bothered to make his own choice]. Ashwatthama mostly sticks around to keep his father and uncle safe, despite the fact that he HATES and is nearly coming to blows every night with Karna.

Karna too, a tactless, filterless idiot, decides that the best time to air all his grievances with Drona [all fair points which I agree with wholeheartedly], to Ashwathhama no less, is one freaking hour after his father's been brutally murdered. Time and a place, man! [Ashwathhama cuts off his janeu, declared himself not-a-brahmin and challenges Karna to a death match, but Duryodhana gets in them iddle and stops it].

Also, this is where something in Ashwatthama cracks. Due to the previous circumstances, he has a kind of an unhealthy attachment to Drona, to the point that he never even goes to rule the part of Panchala that his father crowned him for. His death unleashes something feral in the man, that we see get compounded when he sees Duryodhana dying [this, imo, meshes in his mind with the manner of his father's death, and in a way he goes to avenge Drona when he massacres the remaining Pandavas and Panchalas].

And yes, Kripi is left all alone [except for her twin], to deal with the emotional as well as physical fallout from the war. The only solace was probably that she was great-grandma to Parikshit, and we can only hope that she found some solace there.

#hindu mythology #mahabharat #kripa #kripi #dronacharya #bhishma #ashwatthama

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madameriasims4 · 2 years ago

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Basic Reduxe Kitchen

CC Set of 14 BGC Items

A combination of my Back to Basics and Basic Luxe kitchens, because I really liked my mesh for the Luxe ones, but I will always love butcher-block tops more than any other kitchen surface. It's a pretty standard kitchen and I think the file names are self-explanatory, so here are some bullet-points-of-interest:

Like my Basic Luxe kitchen, the counter's end pieces have been changed to an alternate full-tile model and a half-tile model for more customization.

The cabinet also contains half-tile end pieces

This color palette draws a few swatches from the Basic Luxe palette, but I changed the hardware color slightly, and grabbed a bunch of colors from sforz's various palettes

The dining set packages come in two standalone versions: one set that matches the rest of the kitchen's swatches, and another set of 18 solid wood tones (bottom two rows of palette image)

Disclaimer: I re-mapped the UVs for the island tops and some counter tops, so the dirt overlays may be funky-looking. Since you're supposed to clean them when they're dirty anyway I decided it wasn't worth the effort to figure out a seamless texture for them (if you saw the uv map you would understand)

Download link below the cut!

There isn't really much to say about this one! I thought it was going to be an easy project (when will I learn?) but I found some mistakes in the original meshes (nothing big but I'm a perfectionist) and fixed them along the way, which took extra time. And then I spent forever trying to decide on colors, and then trying to trim down the count (I cut 2 whole wood tones which helped decrease the number by about 30%).

I also decided to do custom thumbnails for these, because I liked the way they came out in my Basic Luxe set. I spent about three days manually generating, exporting, editing, and importing thumbnails (and even set up an auto-clicker program to help me!)... only to find out that S4S added a "catalogue thumbnail underlay" option in one of their updates. I'm still mentally recovering from that (read patch notes!!) 😔

Anyway, at least I got to play with ReShade a bunch! I've been mostly using it for screenshots in ESO, which is an online game that I can't pause, so being able to take my time and play with shaders and get juuuuust the right look was a real treat!

I use Peacemaker's No Occluder mod to prevent weird shadows from appliances/cabinets.

Credit: Kitchen Clutter | Solid Wood Texture by @myshunosun

Download (Patreon) Always free, no ads.

#ts4 maxis match #ts4 mm #ts4 cc #ts4 base game cc #ts4 kitchen #my cc #alwaysfreecc

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anim-ttrpgs · 4 months ago

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Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy Beta March 1st Update

We have just recently released the March 1st update to the public Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy beta on itchio!

This is one of the shortest spans of time between two big beta updates, but the changelog is still pretty expansive, a lot of quality-of-life stuff, clarifications, typo fixing, lots of focus on bug-hunting in general, so overall this version should be much easier to understand.

The biggest new additions are a bunch of new art pieces, and we finally finished the Module Writing Guide in Chapter 7, so you can use all 10 steps to help you get your Eureka Mystery Module Game Jam submission ready.

Now, we can finally start moving forward at speed again on copy-editing.

Full changelog below

CHANGE LOG

Copy-editing Progress: Thoroughly copy-edited up to p. 302. Half-ass copy-edited up to p. 322.

Don't forget, we also released Eureka adventure modules “The Eye of Neptune” and “FORIVA: The Angel Game” into free beta on itch.io!

WHOLE BOOK

Removing Examples of Play for time and more importantly page count reasons. There is a small chance they may get added back in.

CHAPTER 1

Added an example of very rare circumstances where Ticks can just pass from a task without a roll or Scene change.

Adjusted some phrasing in “Be Prepared to Lose”

Added “Approaching this Game” section

Added that if a Tier of Fear fear comes up mid-session that your investigator does not have on their sheet, you add it to their sheet in the tier that it makes sense right there mid-session.

Made it more explicitly clear that failed and partially succeeded investigative rolls should not give false information.

CHAPTER 2

Edited a mistake in the Chemistry Skill

Clarified that a character cannot have multiple instances of the same Trait

Clarified that even with the Did You Know Trait, an investigator can still gain bonus Investigation Points from other Traits.

Fixed a typo in the optional fears in the tiers of fear section

Slapped in a section that better explains how the character sheet works, will fix this up later

Clarified that My Glasses Trait gives a Contextual bonus and clarified Go With Your Gut

Moved “Creating NPCs” from Chapter 7 to Chapter 2.

Really cleaned up “Creating NPCs” and “Morale” and made it much more clear

Added Sunscreen to item list, for vampires.

Added a toolbox to the item list.

Added an option for trivial items to cost 1 Tick instead of a Wealth Roll.

Raised the price of campers and RVs

Added a section of the item list for additional property

Split First Aid Kits into three separate items, representing different levels of preparedness.

Added Emergency Medication, such an epinephrine, to item list

Added prescription medication to item list

Added clarification that unless stated otherwise, most items include the means to use them, such as cameras coming with film.

Clarified that the WP price of vehicles includes the fuel to power them

Added more drugs

Added a paragraph about how WP costs are decided and how one might adjust them for different places or time periods.

Added a note about legality for weapons other than firearms

Increased the WP cost of certain electronics

Added remote control drone to item list

Added a separate item list section for Medicine.

CHAPTER 3

Clarified Epicenter Initiative and fixed typos

Added a lot more bullet point summaries

Clarified falling damage.

CHAPTER 7

Finished the “Setting the Stage” section

Cut “Connections (Optional Rule)” for now. We might put it back in later, but the thing that this rule does is something that most groups have little trouble doing on their own, and we really need to reduce page count.

Moved “Creating NPCs” from Chapter 7 to Chapter 2.

Reordered chapter 7

Removed “Character Moments (Optional Rules)” for now, might put it back in.

Removed “Car stalling Out” Might put it back in.

Removed “Clues direct the party” and “Clue redundancy”, might put them back

Finally completely finished the mystery module writing guide but it still needs editing

Clarified that converting some “investigation” modules from other games is not as easy as it should be.

More art has been added.

CHAPTER 8

Fixed typo in the Wolfman “Unstoppable” section

Fixed it so that the Wolfman “Just Built Denser” section does not make wolfmen inherently be super tall

Fixed typo under the Curse section of Changeling

Clarified how the Manifest Weaponry Mage Ability interacts with other Traits.

New hunting table entry added (this one was from a submitter, those slots are still open, you can email us about getting your own custom hunting table entry at [email protected])

Added another new fan-submitted hunting table entry.

Fixed typo in “Where Does the Blood Go?”

Clarified Telekinesis mage power and gave it an effective range.

Clarified that dogs can’t own dogs.

Even further clarified that talking dogs are dogs.

Fixed typo accidentally saying that there were four types of investigators. This was because Mage used to be a separate category on its own.

Changed the default modifier for the Composure roll that vampires must make upon being exposed to sunlight the first time each Scene from +3 to +5. They will still potentially lose a lot of Composure to sunlight because this roll is also modified by the huge negative modifier that is affected by how much coverage they are wearing, but when starting at +3 it was taking way too much Composure for the monster type that has the least options for restoring Composure.

More art has been added.

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hollow-lime-green · 1 month ago

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hi folks so i'm a pretty fast writer/rough drafter, and on this sunday of sundays, while i am a little bit down about what i am writing, i figured i would share a little bit about how i write it (with pictures).

Outline View

use outline view on gdocs. if you take nothing else from this, use outline view on gdocs. you can trigger it using ctrl-alt-a, View->Expand Outline View, or just click the little squiggly icon in the top left (my preference).

what is outline view and why should you use it?

outline view is a list of all of the headings and subheadings in your document. this is helpful, because if you use headings strategically, it gives you a very nice, vertically-organized map of your entire document, and you can always see the structure without having to scroll through or reference a second doc. however, we do need to do a little groundwork to set this up: headings

headings are just formatted strings of text that gdocs recognizes as "oooh that looks important". you can completely customize what they look like, but you need to manually tell gdocs which lines are heading lines (and what heading level) so it will all go into outline view nicely. headings nest and can be collapsed, so use the first big headings for your big things, and then smaller chunks, like scenes, can drop down to the next heading size for nesting.

Document Settings

you'll figure out what works best for you, but generally:

good background color so your retinas aren't blasted with blue light (i also recommend f.lux or just use the settings most computers have these days)

center the document on your eye line. this is obvious but if you write with two monitors like I do, it is something you actually have to think about.

readability - font size, font style, zoom, color contrast, etc.

one tip i've picked up along the way is to change the font to subliminally influence your writing. it could be placebo, but it works on me. spectral is my standard, but i will change my colors and serif presence if I am trying to write something more atmospheric/fantasy vs something more comedy/modern.

i have also learned that writing in ugly ass fonts is a good way to draft dumb fanfic shit without psyching yourself out about it. rough drafts should be ugly and terrible and cringe - you're going to fix it in post. however, sometimes it is difficult when you are actively thinking about how ugly and terrible and cringe it is, and you get stuck trying to massage the rough draft before it's even time to edit. well, if you draft in neon green comic sans, it's going to look like shit no matter what words are on the page, so you can relax.

Writing the Words

now, how you actually go about writing the fanfic is all up to you - our brains all work differently, and rather than seeking an objective 'right' way to outline or draft, you just need to learn how your brain works and what kind of cues and tools it needs to get going.

outline your plot in chunks that are meaningful to you. i use bullets, and i try to make every bullet something I think i will need about 500 words to get across. this is just to say - there's generally a bullet for the exposition of a scene (where, who, when, maybe why), and then i chop the events of a scene down into manageable actions - (1) someone says something important and maybe someone feels some type of way about it, (2) that leads to action which is performed a certain way, (3) uh oh maybe there are consequences which are XYZ. etc.

my outlines are heavily based on choreography - what are they doing, where are they moving, what is the point (and sometimes, what are they thinking - mind choreography). this is not necessarily the best fit for everyone's writing style, but I do this because it lets me flip in between scenes very quickly and write the actions that I feel most compelled to at any point in time - the bullets act as easy, laid-out choices for what i want to rough draft whenever the mood strikes.

organizationally - two things that have been helpful to me:

use the headline view as a progress tracker.

here, one star indicates that my scene is in the rough draft phase (0 stars for outline, 2 stars for edited). this shows me where I'm at progress-wise on the sidebar.

2. write with your outline below you

i sort of just stumbled into this practice and it's kind of goated. often times, we keep our outlines at the top, or on a separate page, but that makes referring to it a huge pain in the ass tbh. if you keep the bullet point below you (as i've done above), then it will move with the text as you write, and you can always see your next immediate goal that you are writing towards.

ok hope this was helpful!

i've been peer pressuring my friend into writing fic recently, and part of that was anxiously screen sharing some messy under-the-hood stuff on discord. she said something along the lines of: "wow. i never would have thought of this (writing w/ outline below you) but it's crazy that this is not like writing 101" (she did a humanities degree, idfk what's in writing class i was too busy crying over matrices)

there is no singular correct way to write or outline, but this is a good way to start with organization to keep everything in sight as you write. you can start here, and then make modifications based on what feels best

the best way to write and draft is whatever works most intuitively with your own brain. <3

#writing #fanfic writing #writing process #creative writing

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constant-stateofdenial · 1 year ago

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i’m editing ch 8 again less than 800 words to go although the chapter length keeps growing (it’s currently sitting at 7.3k words bc I can’t shut up when writing apparently)

working on writing ch 9 instead of dealing with editing ch 8 🫡

#fic updates #idk where this trouble editing came from had no problem before #but it’s so close #i can see the light at the end of the tunnel #or really the end of the chapter #which wasn’t even supposed to end here i got through SIX bullet points in the outline #but fuck the outline #we’re writing strictly off vibes here atp #(there’s still an outline it just needs fixed)

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justice-for-jacob · 6 months ago

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Justice for Jacob: Jacob Taylor Fix-It Week

From February 10-16, this blog is hosting Jacob Taylor Fix-It Week 2025 to encourage new posts and fanworks about Jacob Taylor!

Why a fix-it week instead of a general appreciation week? Because we all know his writing and storyline in canon are not great. That's where we as a fandom can step in to make things better for him!

Post about Jacob with the tag #JacobFixIt2025 during February 10-16 and we will reblog.

This does not have to be full on fanart, fanfiction, edits/gifsets, mods, etc (though these are of course beloved): even if it's a rec list of Jacob fanworks you like, bullet points of how you'd fix his storyline, or an "I think Jacob would look cool with locs" one liner post, you are welcome here.

Optional themes

You don't need to follow the themes nor post for every theme: these are just inspiration to get your brain going!

Day 1 - Feb 10: Dossier Anything you would change about Jacob's background before we meet him in 2, be it his general background or his Galaxy or Foundation storylines.

Day 2 - Feb 11: Suicide Mission 2 is the main place people meet and form opinions on Jacob. Turn things around for him in the 2 storyline.

Day 3 - Feb 12: Loyalty Mission Racist tropes ahoy. What alternate loyalty mission would you give him?

Day 4 - Feb 13: Wartime Jacob's writing does not fare much better in 3 than 2. Imagine a different approach to the Reaper War for him.

Day 5 - Feb 14: Ships It's Valentine's Day, let's treat the man! Fix a ship of his, launch a boat with someone new, or make him some friends.

Day 6 - Feb 15: Crossovers Bring out your Wakandan Jacobs, Pokémon gym leader Jacobs, Destiny Titan Jacobs, you name it. Andromeda crossovers can come too.

Day 7 - Feb 16: Free day!

Rules

Be positive: No character bashing (this doesn't mean you need to be all hearts and stars about his canon storyline, especially given that this is a fix-it event, but we can be critical of the writing without bashing characters)

Be cool: No bigotry of any kind against real people (warn for fictional bigotry) nor whitewashing

Be polite: Respect your fellow creators and different ships, put NSFW or long content under a cut, tag common triggers

Alternate submission

Since Tumblr tags can get wonky, feel free to also @ tag justice-for-jacob and/or submit a link to your post.

Timing

Mod is on the left of the international date line, meaning that you may see posts about the week starting before it is Feb 10 for you. Please don't feel rushed or think a themed post will be late ❤

Mod also works full time and has other time-intensive hobbies, so if you don't see your post reblogged, mod has probably either not seen your post yet or queued it.

#mass effect #jacob taylor #mass effect trilogy #mass effect legendary edition #mele #mass effect 2 #mass effect 3 #bioware #shaylor #thancob #what are his other ship names and i'll tag those

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callmearcturus · 8 days ago

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i need to talk about Poker Face S2 and Murderbot's shared problem:

The Pacing

If I was in the editing suite, I could fix both Poker Face season two and the Murderbot TV show. (Oblique spoilers for both shows.)

It is driving me absolutely batshit that these shows are so good. Perfect costuming, casting, locations, even writing. I cannot overstate: the writing is not the problem for either of these shows.

It's the fucking editing. It's the way the show is being structured. If you handed me all the raw footage, I could fix it.

For Murderbot:

The show is too short and there is zero room to breathe. I understand the urge, due to the source material. The first-person story-telling of the books makes it feel like an adventure with no need for stops. And books are self-paced; when the reader wants to take a break, they do. They are trying to recreate the brisk tempo of the books.

However: Murderbot's title sequence is 90 seconds long. That doesn't seem like a lot until you realize each episode is about 25 minutes long. Every single second is precious and is trying to convey as much character and story as possible, and with the benefit of a constant narrative voice assisting.

Even so, only a handful of episodes have what I feel is the 'correct' stopping point.

Episode One should be from the start of the show thru the intro, the sand worm attack, and exploring the map anomaly. The end of episode note should be discovering DeltFall has gone silent.

Episode Two should be the entire flight to DeltFall, MB exploring the facility, an episode break when it's knocked out, and the final note of the episode is when it shoots itself to save everyone.

Episode Three should be everything else, ending where the latest episode (Episode 6, "Command Feed") goes.

It shouldn't be a ten episode season, it should be a six episode miniseries.

Why? Well:

Every time the camera actually stops and lingers on someone, it's a beautiful moment. Everyone in this show is so goddamn good at conveying their characters, but those moments are cut so far, I bet the editor is counting the frames, trying to get everything to fit into the unfairly narrow timeframe.

Also, episode 6 felt like a thesis of what Murderbot can be as a TV adaptation. The entire sequence with LeeBeeBee poking at the PresAux team helped convey things about each crew member and also fleshed out what life in the Corporation Rim is like, sketching out some details about the dystopia that are easy to convey in books but need to be spelled out more clearly. All of that was invented for the show and was good!

Additionally, the entire hopper surgery sequence with Mensah and MB was like really good fanfic. Noma Dumezweni and Alexander Skarsgård have mad-on chemistry. The physical comedy, the intense awkwardness, the forced intimacy of having to do surgery on your SecUnit while it talks you through it, it was not in the books and it was pitch-perfect.

One of the interesting things about the MB show is that it has to take information that is conveyed by nuanced first-person narrative and externalize it. The hopper surgery sequence was great at this, showing how Mensah and MB trip into trusting each other. Another great example of taking the burden of having to externalize information and making it into an opportunity is the escape from DeltFall and how MB being loopy and hacked is played.

Hell, the most blatant example of all this is how we get to see Sanctuary Moon. And while most sequences are perfect bite-sized glimpses into the melodrama of that show, there's others that feel so aggressively edited down it's again like the editor is counting frames and sweating bullets as they try to make everything fit.

Literally nothing about what was shot and acted needs to be changed. It just needs to be edited and all these moments need room to fucking breathe.

For Poker Face S2:

If anything, the pacing issues in Poker Face S2 are more aggravating. Murderbot has the luxury of being a new series that is trying very hard to hook a lasting audience and scifi-comedy is a harder sell than a lot of other genre mash-ups. Just like Ted Lasso started as a 30-minute show that was then allowed to expand to longer runtimes as needed, everybody's gotta start somewhere.

(Ted Lasso is actually a fascinating comparison for Murderbot, because even with the shorter runtime, Ted Lasso S1 never felt rushed in the way MB does, but I digress.)

Poker Face is in its second season and it's developed a brand new pacing problem, and the solution already exists in season one: the balance between the set-up and the rest of the episode.

S2 of Poker Face has given more build-up time to the intro segments where we meet the characters and see the murder of the week before it resets back to show how Charlie gets involved and how she solves the murder.

For some episodes, this is fine. The premiere episode, the mole hunt episode, the alligator episode, the extended set-up time feels well-spent and is interesting enough to combat the feeling of fading anticipation that comes from us all knowing a crime is gonna happen but it's not happening yet.

Other episodes (especially the baseball episode and the funeral home episode) unfortunately do feel bloated.

So the extended set-up is hit-or-miss. That, I can accept.

What is much more irritating is the shorter investigative portion of the show. Across the board, zero exception (except MAYBE the mole hunt episode) the part with Charlie figuring out the crime feels like its on fast-forward and is missing at least two more scenes. Every ending feels too-abrupt and like a plot beat was dropped.

Additionally, due to this unbalance, it feels like all semblances of a B-plot have vanished. Really good, fun scenes from S1 would be lost if the show was edited this way.

And this is particularly annoying for a show like Poker Face because there is so much effort put into casting interesting, skilled actors to play weird, colorful characters. And so far, everyone is fucking killing it.

At the end of any given episode of S1, I was like "Aw, that was great, I could have watched another 20 minutes of Stephanie Hsu/Simon Helberg/Ellen Barkin/Davis Castaneda" etc. At the end of any episode of S2, I'm annoyed because I'm like, "That wasn't enough of John fucking Cho are you KIDDING ME you had JOHN CHO"

This is also fixable in one of two ways:

Take five minutes out of the set-up and put it into the rest of the episode. This easily reduces the length of the set-up and gives more space to the rest of the episode.

or, just put another 10 minutes into the backhalf of the episode. Add in a fucking B-plot, give the weekly cast room to interact and show off how weird and wonderful they are, pad that shit out!

That's it! That's all you need to do!

Both MB and Poker Face S2 need to leave people wanting more, not leave people feeling like there wasn't enough.

/SLAMS FISTS ON THE DESK

STRUCTUUUUUURE

#long post #talking about writing #everybody hide i'm talking about structure and pacing again #i am so not joking when I say I COULD LEGIT FIX THESE BOTH PURELY IN POST-PRODUCTION EDITING #so frustrating #murderbot tv #poker face

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ongreenergrasses · 1 month ago

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what are some other “finnick is merely a straight man” behaviors that you haven’t explored yet but hc

behold. the bullet point list.

his definitions of “organization” and “cleanliness” are structured as follows. if he knows where everything is, it’s organized. if he can get to everything without knocking things over or stepping on something that’s clean or dislodging a dust cloud, it’s clean. yes these are not definitions specific to straight guys (they’re ones I fear I share) but they are common among that demographic

he has I can fix it syndrome. bad. importantly, his technical skill levels for fixing things do not match up with his own perceived ability to fix them (Annie’s the handyman)

drink of choice is beer. I know everyone thinks he likes fruity drinks or whatever and I think we are collectively wrong about that. he is one thousand percent a beer drinker

he loves sports. idk what the sports situation is in Panem but since the Games are so heavy on athleticism (in a way) and Finnick’s athleticism is something that’s noted as very prized, I have to imagine that there’s sports. he definitely watches them when he’s at home. Annie definitely gets more intense and into whatever sports match is happening than he does

I think overall he doesn’t really subscribe to rigid gender roles and while he has weird and complex ideas of masculinity probably in part due to the trafficking, they never verge into anything too toxic, except for one very specific thing. he loves flowers but he hides this, because he firmly believes that guys are not supposed to get flowers. flowers are for women, not men. this is for some reason instrumental in his worldview so when Annie gets him flowers, it completely flusters him and throws him off.

it must be said. that man loves a grill. I’m subscribing to anon’s idea that he’s a picky eater but he would barbecue literally everything if he could. this is unfortunate because he lives in the fishing district, so he has to make do with a smoker instead. lots of smoked fish

edit. forgot the most classic one. if Annie ever takes too long to get ready to go out somewhere, he goes “come on. you always look beautiful, you don’t need all that stuff. we’re going to be late”

#ask and you shall receive #lovely anon #thg #finnick odair #my sources for straight man behaviors are as follows. for an insane period of my life I lived with three straight guys in a really tiny #room (it was wild. total mayhem) afaik my three brothers are all straight and if you can believe it. I have even dated a straight man or tw #also there’s many more things but this list is already too long lmao #Finnick Friday #seriously though. what is it with them and barbecuing things. I have lived with straight men from at least five different countries and all #walks of life and they are all obsessed with the grill

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freetimesimmer-l · 10 months ago

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The Sims 4 Rainbow Legacy Challenge

Introduction

Welcome to this Rainbow Legacy Challenge! This is the first Sims challenge I’ve ever made and I’m excited to share it. Even if it never reaches an audience, I can still play the challenge for myself because I’m very proud of what I’ve put together.

I’ve taken some inspiration from the beloved Not So Berry Challenge by @lilsimsie, but workshopped it into something completely new. I’m sure there are plenty of rainbow challenges for The Sims online, but this is my personal take on it. I hope you like it!

I’ve made it a point to make this challenge accessible for everyone: for players that have some (or all) packs installed, and for those rocking with just the base game. I have marked everything that is DLC in color. The DLCs are optional and are not necessary for completing this challenge, but of course it adds much more depth to the story overall. Additionally, in numerous instances I’ve given you as the player options for choosing certain traits, careers or aspirations that are either DLC or base game.

I hope you enjoy the challenge as much as I enjoyed creating it. Thank you!

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The Rules

Set the lifespan of your sims to either normal or long.

Cheats are (in most cases) not allowed. You may not cheat money at any point, but cheats like debug fixes, move objects and full edit mode in CAS are allowed. Also, I’ll allow gender cheats for babies if you really want to.

Start the first generation as a young adult.

Each generation represents a certain color of the rainbow, but the extent of which they represent the color (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing, interior and exterior design of their houses) is completely up to you. As long as they are still recognizable as representing certain colors, anything goes.

Each generation is fully completed when all bullet points are achieved (but don’t worry too much if you don’t fully complete everything in time).

Again: DLC traits, careers, aspirations and skills are optional. The challenge is fully playable with just the base game.

Last but not least: just have fun!

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Generation 1: Red

Red is the color of love, passion and lust, but also of danger and aggression. Fittingly for this first generation, you can choose which path to romance you will take: will you be a hot-headed heartstopper and enjoy all the love the world has to give, or will you find ‘The One’ that will fulfill all your desires and remain loyal to them, and only them?

'Besides the fact that you dream of finding luck in romance, you have always deeply loved music. As you gained fame from your musical career, you earned the reputation of the 'heartthrob musician'. And although you love the attention and fans fawning over you, you just want to find honest love. You dream of sitting on the porch of your home, watching the sunset with your lover and serenading them a song you wrote specially for them. It might take a couple tries to find 'The One', but you just know they're out there waiting for you.'

Traits: Romantic / Hot Headed / Music Lover

Career: Entertainment or Romance Consultant (LS)

Aspiration: Serial Romantic or Soulmate

Complete either the Serial Romantic or Soulmate aspiration

Reach level 10 in the Entertainment career in the Musician branch or the Romance Consultant career (LS) in either branch

Reach level 10 of the Charisma skill, Singing skill (CL) and Romance skill (LS) and at least level 8 of either the Guitar, Piano or Violin skill

Marry at least once

Write at least one song dedicated to your lover/spouse

Serenade your partner at least once a week

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Generation 2: Orange

Orange, the color of amusement, excitement, extraversion and energy.

'As you grew up you’ve developed a keen eye for seeing what others might need to cheer them up. Your solution? Funny jokes and good food can put anybody back in a good mood. While your passion lies with cooking, you never back down from social outings with your friends and you’d do anything to make sure they’re having a great time. You’re well known among friends and the rest of the community as outgoing, fun-loving and an excellent cook. And since they’re always nagging you about it, who knows, maybe you’ll even open up a restaurant or bakery someday.'

Traits: Goofball / Foodie / either Outgoing, Bro or Insider (GT)

Career: Culinary

Aspiration: Master Chef

Complete the Master Chef aspiration

Reach level 10 in the Culinary career in the Chef branch

Reach level 10 of the Cooking, Gourmet cooking and Baking skill (GTW) and at least level 8 of the Comedy skill

Have a social outing with your friends or club (GT) at least once a week

Optional: own a restaurant (DO) or bakery (GTW)

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Generation 3: Yellow

Ahhh, yellow. The color of sunshine and joy, but sometimes also of cowardice.

'Growing up, you often saw your parents have fun at social gatherings in and around your house. You reveled in the joyful atmosphere and always wanted to join in, even if it was well past your bedtime. As you got older, you wanted to be just like your parents and have lots of friends to do fun stuff with. Being a little impulsive and lacking any clear steering as to what career you wanted to pursue, you ended up at a boring 9-5 desk job at a local firm. Although it isn’t your ideal job, you’ll be damned if you don’t make it work!'

Traits: Ambitious / Cheerful / Clumsy

Career: Business or Law (DU)

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Complete the Friend of the World aspiration

Reach level 10 in either the Business or Law career (DU) in either branch

Reach level 10 of the Charisma and Mixology skills

Have frequent social outings with friends and take the opportunity to tend the bars at local clubs when there isn’t a bartender present

Have the following activities in your home for when you have company over: game table, dart board, chess table

Never decline calls from other sims asking if they can come over

Marry your Best Friend

Have at least 2 children

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Generation 4: Green

Green! The beautiful color of nature, healing, new beginnings and growth. Alternatively, it can also represent envy, jealousy, money and greed. In this generation, you can choose one of two paths for your sim (or alternatively, if your heir has brothers or sisters and you like a real challenge, give one sibling option A and the other option B. You may set the lifespan to long or pause aging for the duration of this if you really want to play both options).

Option A:

'During your youth you got all the love you could ever want from your parents: aside from their busy social and professional life, they still took enough free time to love and raise you. Although your youth was basically perfect, you often struggled with all the social interactions and visitors at your house. If being a highly sensitive person was a trait in the Sims 4, you would have it. Because of this, you longed for the peace and quiet that nature had to offer. You took a liking to gardening and dreamed of living outside the big city, away from all the noise.'

Traits: Loves Outdoors / Vegetarian / Loner

Career: Gardener (S) or self-employed

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist or The Curator

Complete either the Freelance Botanist or The Curator aspiration

Reach level 10 in the Gardener career (S) in either branch, or alternatively remain unemployed and register with the ministry of labor as a self-proclaimed ‘Naturalist’ and earn a living by growing and selling your crops

Reach level 10 of the Gardening and Flower arranging skill (S) and at least level 6 of the Fishing and Herbalism skill (OR)

Have a large garden with a variety of fruits, vegetables, herbs and flowers (try and cultivate at least one of every type of produce!)

Cook only with fresh ingredients from your garden and from fishing

If you want, you can also make the lot you live on off-the-grid for an added challenge

Optional: eat the Forbidden Fruit and become a plantsim

Option B:

'Growing up, your parents were too busy maintaining friendships and partying, so you lacked much parental love or guidance. Seeing other kids at school be given much more love and affection than you quite literally made you green with envy. This made you resent your parents and take a path of defiance in an attempt to gain the attention and recognition you lacked as a child.'

Traits: Jealous / Materialistic / either Mean or Squeamish (OR)

Career: Criminal

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Complete the Public Enemy aspiration

Reach level 10 of the Criminal Career in either branch

Reach level 10 of the Mischief skill and at least level 8 of the Programming skill

Use your programming skills on the computer to Hack and extort money from others

Have a secret lair/study room in your house

Because you’re too focused on being a criminal, you have little time for romance; have (or adopt) only 1 child as an adult and raise them independently

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Generation 5: Blue

Blue. The color of serenity, stability, inspiration and wisdom. Just like the color, you exude calmness.

'During your youth you were always called shy and introverted, and this continued into adulthood. Although you liked living surrounded by the quiet of nature, you often felt isolated and lonely, and this manifested into a gloomy outlook on life. Your biggest outlet by far was art. You loved drawing and painting, as it was a way to let out your creativity and complicated emotions. You've always aspired to make your hobby your job, and luckily for you, you might just succeed.'

Traits: Creative / Gloomy / either Perfectionist or Art Lover

Career: Painter

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Complete the Painter Extraordinaire aspiration

Reach level 10 in the Painter career in the Master of the Real branch

Reach level 10 of the Painting skill and at least level 8 of the Photography skill and Parenting skill (Ph)

Only paint emotional paintings (e.g. flirty, confident, sad)

Move back to the city as soon as you are able to

Meet the love of your life at school and marry them as a young adult

Have at least 3 children

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Generation 6: Indigo

Indigo. What an interesting color. Within the visible spectrum, it lies somewhere between blue and violet. It shares most of the same symbolizations as blue, like wisdom, justice, devotion and profound thought, but also mystery.

'Looking back, you’d say you had a great childhood. Loving parents, siblings to play with, maybe even pets. As a child you loved reading thrillers and superhero comics, and that’s where your strong feelings for justice started. Seeing your parent be especially vulnerable for bad news and having a gloomy and pessimistic outlook, you promised yourself you would make the world a better and safer place. As an adult, you took on a job of fighting crime while simultaneously keeping your eagerness to learn and love for reading alive.'

Traits: Self-Assured / Bookworm / Genius

Career: Secret Agent or Detective (GTW)

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Complete the Renaissance Sim aspiration

Reach level 3 in two part-time jobs as a teen before getting an adult job

Reach level 10 in the Secret Agent career in the Diamond Agent branch or in the Detective career (GTW)

Reach level 10 of the Logic skill and at least level 7 of the Athletic skill

Read at least one book a week

Have only 1 child

Visit your parents at least once a week to check up on them and reassure them

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Generation 7: Violet

Last but definitely not least: violet, or more commonly known as purple. The color of royalty, rarity, luxury and power. At its base, purple is a mix of blue and red. Fitting for our last generation (for now).

'During your youth you grew up rather wealthy, thanks to your parents’ well-paying jobs. In addition to that, you grew up as an only child. Talk about being spoiled. Your parent’s love for fiction and comic books and somewhat nerdy interests were (unsurprisingly) passed onto to you. You spend most of your time behind your computer gaming, programming and trolling people online. Because of your immense love for videogames, you chose to work in tech so you could make your hobby your career and not have to suffer one of those boring 9-5 jobs.'

Traits: Geek / Lazy / either Snob or Materialistic

Career: Tech Guru or Video Game Streamer (HSY)

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Complete the Computer Whiz aspiration

Reach level 10 in the Tech Guru career in the eSport Gamer branch or the Video Game Streamer career (HSY)

Reach level 10 in the Video gaming and Programming skill and at least level 6 in the Mischief skill

Have your sim be androgynous

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The End?

Officially, as the rainbow only has seven colors, the challenge is over. However, I felt it was a little weird to not include pink at the very least, since pink is also a very popular color. That’s why, in addition to pink, I created a few extra generations to round out the whole challenge. So if you want to continue the legacy for at least a little longer, you can!

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(Optional) Generation 8: Pink

It’s pink baby! The color pink symbolizes love, affection, nurture, compassion, femininity and success. That’s why, in contrast to all other generations so far, this is the only generation that I made gender specific.

'You’ve always noticed that your parent was not setting the best example. Despite this, you still love them. They're your parent! To you, love, especially familial bonds, are the most important thing in the world. You strive towards having a large, loving family and want to become the best parent you can be for your kids, in contrast to your own parents. In addition to that, you’ve always loved fashion and would draw your own outfits when you were a kid. You’d love to make your passion for fashion your career, but only if your family life allows for it.'

Traits: Loyal / Family-oriented / either Good or Generous (FR)

Career: Style Influencer or Stay-at-home Parent

Aspiration: Big Happy Family or Super Parent (Ph)

The sim from this generation must be female

Complete either the Big Happy Family aspiration or the Super Parent aspiration (Ph)

Either reach level 10 in the Style Influencer career in either branch or be a Stay-at-home Parent

Reach level 10 of the Cooking and Handiness skill and the Parenting skill (Ph)

Have at least one biological child and one adopted child

Have a stronger relationship with both grandparents from Gen 6 than with your parent from Gen 7

Have only one romantic partner for the entirety of your Sim’s life and stay with them until death

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(Optional) Generation 9: White

White. Not quite a color color, but for the purposes of this challenge, it is. It symbolizes innocence, purity, cleanliness, safety and rebirth.

'Ever since you can remember you’ve played doctor with your dolls and teddy bears and begged your parents to buy you the hospital-style dollhouse. Wherever this fascination with health and medicine came from, it made you the caring and disciplined person you are today. Of course, your parents supported you throughout all of medical school and you’re eternally grateful to them. Because of their support, you can fulfill your dream of aiding others whenever they need it.'

In this gen you can choose between two routes: becoming a doctor or becoming a vet. If you only have base game or none of the listed packs, let your sim become an athlete (in this case their purpose is to lead by example on how to live a healthy lifestyle and prevent disease).

Traits: Ambitious / Neat / Active

Career: Doctor (GTW), Vet (C&D) or Athlete

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

If you have Discover University, I strongly recommend you to send your Sim to University, to add to the idea that they’re going to medical school. If you do, have them earn a degree in Biology.

Complete either the Bodybuilder aspiration or the Academic aspiration (DU)

Reach level 10 of the Doctor career (GTW), the Athlete career or register with the ministry of labor as a ‘Vet’:

If you have Cats & Dogs, purchase a Vet Clinic and make that your full-time job

Reach level 10 of the Fitness and Logic skill and the Veterinarian skill (C&D) IF you chose the vet route.

Marry and have at least one child

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(Optional) Generation 10: Black

Last but not least (for real this time): black. The color of power, elegance, death, evil and mystery. A sharp turn from our last generation, in some ways. But don’t worry, this sim won’t be so evil.

'Ever since you were born, people knew that you’d be different. And you were: as a child you often displayed ‘odd’ behavior, and as you got older you were diagnosed with erraticism. However, you also had a very high IQ. One could almost wonder if your erraticism was caused by your giftedness, or the other way around. Either way, you decided to not let your diagnosis get in the way of your dreams, and you pursued a career in science and engineering, subjects you were highly interested in since childhood. You wanted to prove to yourself and the world that having a ‘disability’ does not have to stand in the way of greatness.'

Traits: Erratic / Genius / Noncommital

Career: Astronaut, Scientist (GTW) or Engineer (DU)

Aspiration: You decide!

Since you have the Erratic trait, you may choose any aspiration for this final generation. But make sure to complete it!

Reach level 10 of the Handiness and Rocket Science skills, as well as the Robotics skill (DU) and at least level 5 of the Piano skill

If you have Discover University, have your sim earn a degree in either Physics or Computer Science

Reach level 10 in either the Astronaut career, Scientist career (GTW) or Engineer career (DU)

Build a rocket ship and visit Sixam

Have only one Best Friend (you may live with them or be roommates with them if you like)

Never have any romantic partners and die single

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The End

Thank you for reading and/or playing this challenge. I hope you enjoyed!

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