#fast tracker 2

[twelvescard]

made a sick fucking track this goes hard

[molotovbliss]

Early original songs mostly while I was with kosmic/kfmf. 👽

[shrinking-pootato]

Liquid fast February 13-15 (48hrs)

Starting at 6:50pm on the 13th.

Weight (after food+clothes): 250.2

I might be able to go past this or have to break a little sooner. My family is doing dinner either Wednesday or Thursday night, so I’ll basically just fast until that dinner.

[bet-on-me-13]

Ellie isn't allowed to travel alone Anymore

So! Ellie was raised in a Lab by a Genuine Bonefied Supervillain. She was raised to be a Villain as well, so her Moral Conpass is a little skewed.

Sure she *mostly* knows what is right and wrong from Danny's quick lesson before her Adventure around the Country, but she still has trouble separating what is moral and what is not from time to time.

So it's really no surprise that the moment she left Amity Park she somehow ended up being branded a Villain.

Look, it's not her fault she didn't know not to attack the flying guy in Blue Spandex when he approached her! One of Danny's biggest warnings shen she left had been Stranger Danger! She did what any 12 year old girl would have done when approached by a strange Older Man!

Its also not her fault that her powers (being Magic based), managed to affect him! She didn't even use her full power! (She maybe should have kicked him in a different place tho...she hopes he wasn't planning on having kids...)

So she did what her instincts told her to do. She took any money he had on him and ran the hell away!

It wasn't until she was 2 cities over when she saw a newspaper titled, "Little Villain Girl Mugs Superman in Broad Daylight!", that she realized she may have screwed up...

After that, she really had no excuse.

She knew that she probably shouldn't have kept Mugging the Heroes who approached her, but she wasn't a Fenton for nothing! Her Family Motto had always been "Commit to the Bit", and she was gonna stick to it!

So when the Fast Red Guy tried to tie her up, she phased off all his clothes and took off with his money (not the mask, she knew enough not to take that off)

And when the Grumpy Bat Guy tried to corner her with some weird papers he pulled out of his Belt, she just distracted him while her clone picked his pockets and made off with the wheels of his Car. That one made her a pretty penny!

The flying Green Guy was fun, his attacks were just throwing Ghost Candy (pure willpower) at her. He did stop doing do after she nicked his fancy talking Ring however, but it was fun while it lasted

Then she came across a Orange Fish Guy, and he actually seemed nice enough. But she was committing to the Bit, so she took the fancy Trident he had and sold it at a nearby Pawn Shop for some extra cash. He would probably be able to find it, that's why she chose a nearby location.

All in All, her Adventure had been really fun! So she decided to visit Amity Park again to tell Danny all about it!

...

Aquaman walked into the meeting room of the Watchtower, a very frustrated look in his eye.

Barry spoke up first, "Oh! I know that look in your eye! She got to you too didn't she!"

Arthur just glared at Barry for a second before walking over to his Chair, sitting down with a thump. "She is certainly a tricky child."

"What did she take this time?" Clark asked.

"..mttrident..." Arthur grumbled out quickly.

"What was that?" Asked Barry with a twinkle in his eye. He heard it, but he wanted everybody else to know.

"She took my trident, Okay!" Arthur shouted out.

"I feel ya man." Responded Hal, "At least with me she threw it back at me when she realized it wasn't making 'candy' anymore. What did she do with yours?"

"She sold it at a Pawn Shop!" Arthus yelled in frustration, "She managed to steal one of the most Powerful Magical Weapons in the world, the Symbol of the entire Atalantean Royal Bloodline, and she sold it and a Pawn Shop!"

"...how much did she get for it?" Asked Hal.

At this, Aquaman just collapsed to the table and groaned.

...

Alternatively she could have just kept all those things, and gradually built up a collection of all the JLA's most treasured possessions.

She has Supermans Wallet, not very important to him but it was her first mugging

She has Batmans Utility Belt (trackers removed) along with his Tires

She took Flashes Costume Ring (his civilian clothes still stuck inside)

She took Green Lanterns ring as well, but unfortunately it managed to escape after a few days. It was feisty.

And her crowning Jewel is the Trident she took from Aquaman.

(She avoided WW, cause she likes her too much to steal anything from her)

[csuitebitches]

2024 Planning

I started planning for 2024 today. I’ve learned a lot this year, made mistakes, had some successes and now it’s time to take all my learnings, good or bad, and go to the next level.

I prefer starting next year’s routine from 2023’s November and December so that by the time January rolls around, I’m settled into the routine. If there’s any revisions necessary, I can do them without starting my new year on the wrong foot.

I maintain my goals on mostly short and medium term basis. This includes daily, weekly and quarterly planning (I don’t do monthly because it doesn’t work for me).

This may seem complicated (actually, it looks more complicated than it is but it’s just what helps me) but let me show you how exactly I do things.

I keep two diaries. One for daily and weekly and one for quarterly. I have a habit tracker on my phone for my daily non-Negotiables (exercise, meditation, reading and language).

The quarterly diary is my big big diary. Every quarter, it lists out all the big plans, what i want to do and who i want to be. It’s all the messy thoughts I have, all my dreams, my weaknesses, my strengths, etc etc. The only “practical” part of the diary is that there is one general plan made at the end of my mad scribbling. It has the general idea, feedback I’ve received from other people and compilation of all the advice I’ve gotten from my mentors.

2. The daily - weekly diary breaks the plan into manageable bits. I write out the week’s plan (who do i need to meet, who do i need to follow up with, any major presentation coming up, any assignment, what am i reading this week) and write a one sentence daily update on it.

I can’t use a habit tracker for this because i’m not tracking meditation or exercise on here. I’m tracking my career goals, my ambitious goals, into smaller goals. A habit tracker wouldnt cut it because I would have to elaborate more on certain things.

For example:

“20-27th Nov: Weekly list

budget presentation on Monday

1 event to attend on Tuesday. Topic: XYZ

Reading: the inheritors

reach out to mentor, schedule a meeting

7 language essays and 7 videos

Monday, 20th Nov.

work presentation: complete.

Feedback received: i need to work on XYZ.

points they raised that didnt cross my mind: XYZ

follow ups required and if yes, with who: XYZ

reading: complete. Interesting point they brought up: XYZ

essay for the day: complete.

Video complete:

Tuesday, 21st Nov

mentor meeting scheduled

event went well. Met: A, B, C who work in XYZ companies. Follow up with them next week for coffee/ drinks.

essay: complete

video: complete”

Having two diaries helps me because i can find my bigger goals without having to go through the daily entry mess. I like having the two separate.

Nov ‘23 + Dec ‘23 + Q1 2024’s goals include:

Social (meeting new people, maintaining networks)

Intellectual (biographies, documentaries, industry reports)

Personal (soft skills, language studies)

Work (presentations, courses, conferences)

A major change I’ve making this year is actively working on every single weakness I have that I know is a potential strength. I’m ignoring weaknesses that I know are 100% weaknesses like coding because there’s just no way I can sit in front of a computer and learn all that, it’s absolutely not my cup of tea and does not make me happy.

I made a list of every single weakness i have and I’m embarrassed about and ashamed of. 2024 is the year of NO shame. I’m not letting my intrusive thoughts win.

Next to each weakness I wrote out a potential solution.

Ex: not picking up the language i’m studying as fast as i want to -> write 1 short essay and a 1-2 minute video of me talking about anything in that language every single day

I’m not allowing any unnecessary negative self doubt or self talk happen. Constructive criticism is one thing, being a bitch to yourself is another. I plan to learn a lot next year.

I’ve created a manageable exposure therapy plan for myself - I aim to meet 3 new people every month and follow up with 5 new connections every month, whether it’s over chat or irl.

I’ve made a list of business biographies I’m going to read. This year I reached my reading target earlier than anticipated which I’m very happy about. Next year I’m focusing on books that are solely about business, technology and psychology.

[multific]

All He Wanted, A Family

Assassin Predator x Reader

Part 1  Part 2

Summary: You and your mate deal with you baby, who is not always a happy camper.

Your son was now a couple of months old.

Summer soon arrived on the planet as he grew with each passing day.

During the warmer weather, you enjoyed being out more. Of course, with your Mate keeping a close eye on you.

Your tracker dog was always by your side as usual. 

You brought out a fur and placed it under a tree, hiding in the shades, with your son in your lap, you tried to relax.

But your son was a very adventurous little guy.

He was very interested in everything and anything.

It all started when he realized he could crawl. Always chasing your dog around in the house, and now, outside he was even worse. While you brought out the fur so he could stay on it, he always found ways to leave it.

Even with just a blink of an eye, he was gone.

Your husband watched from the house as he sat on the porch, watching you and your son in the shades, looking out for predators and things alike.

He could only chuckle as the little boy crawled around and you followed him, bringing him back each time as he passed the imaginable line which you set.

"Can you watch him? I need to head in for food." you said to your mate as you stood up and he nodded once. He now had made a new translator, a device which was so small he made it into a necklace to be always around you.

You headed inside to bring some food out for yourself.

When you exited the house however, your heartbeat picked up.

"Where is he?" you asked as your husband pointed at the woods. "I told you to watch him!" you said as you rushed over, you heard him following you. 

"I watched him, he went here."

"You let him out of your sight!" you said as you ducked under bushes, trying to find your boy. "Honey?!" you called out his name but no reply. 

You really started to panic now as you walked further into the forest. 

He was a fast baby but he really wandered off so much? In your despair, your anger began to rise, you soon turned to your Mate. "Where is he?!" 

His eyes met yours but he didn't reply.

"Where's my son?!" you yelled at him as tears filled your eyes. "You lost him! He could be dead! I asked you to watch him!" your tears began to fall as the sun began to set, you knew he had no chance of surviving in the middle of the forest at night. Soon, you heard a small yelp then crying, you ran.

There you found your little baby boy with a huge predator eying him with it's teeth. You were quick in action, grabbing a branch and pushing the monster away as you grabbed your son. Your husband finished off the beast. By the time he turned to look at you, you were rushing back into your home with the crying boy in your arms.

You rushed into the bathroom, finding the medicine cabinet and the healing mist.

"It's okay, I got you." you told him as your heart broke with each tear that rolled down his face. You used the mist and watched as the small wound on his arm disappeared.

When his cries stopped, you headed into his room and sat down on the chair, trying to lull him to sleep and you also fed him.

He never once left your arms, not even when he was asleep.

The door hissed open as your eyes met with his yellow ones. 

"I asked you to watch him. He could have died." you said as he took a couple of steps in, the dog followed as it sat down next to your chair.

"Didn't know he was so fast. Didn't watch him close enough. Sorry." you placed a kiss on your son's head as you moved to not look at your husband.

"He could have died." you repeated yourself.

"I'm sorry." you didn't look at him. You were still very angry. "Don't want to lose him or you. Watched for predators, didn't see him being so fast, and thought he was close. I'm sorry."

You could only imagine how hard it was for him to admit his fault and apologise. 

"I won't let it happen again." he tried to assure you as he sat down on the floor. Given his size, he was still bigger than you even sitting on the floor. "You are very protective mother. I thought you overreacted until I saw the thing hurt him."

"Of course I am protective. We tried for so long to have a child, I don't want to lose him." he nodded once, understanding your point. "I love him very much, he is my son after all." another nod from your Mate.

"I love you two as well. Family." he said motioning to the three of you. 

You moved slightly closer to him, putting an arm out he moved so you could put it around his neck, he moved his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. "Don't want to lose family. Sorry." he said.

"I love you too." you said with a whisper.

You two stayed in that position for a while.

Then you moved to place him into his little crib. The dog stayed with him as you two went to your own bedroom.

You never want to experience this feeling again. This fear of losing him.

The next day, you found your son not leaving your side for a moment.

You figured the incident scared him enough to never wander off alone again.

While you didn't want him to lose his interest in the world, you at least appreciated that for the time being he would stick with you.

The next day, you were out again, on the fur, under the tree. Your son never once took a step off of the fur, playing with the dog, your Mate joined you which captured the boy's interest. He moved to his father, climbing up the huge Yautja, you smiled as you watched the two interact.

You giggled a little as the boy reached up at his father, trying to reach his face and he got rather frustrated when he couldn't reach.

He groaned as he clicked his mandibles.

At first, you thought it was only a nose he made but when the translator around your mate's neck spoke. "Father." you looked at him as he looked back at you.

"He is growing up too fast. He is already speaking." you said with a sigh. Your mate pulled you close as he moved to lean against the tree.

This was all he ever wanted, a family.

A healthy and happy son, and you by his side, his happy female.

At that moment he thought, maybe you could have more little ones.

For now, he stayed but as soon as he can return to his lab, he will check if your body can handle another pregnancy.

He wanted to check all scenarios. 

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Part 1  Part 2

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[harveywritings92]

[PART 2 OF THIS]

[After R/n’s calamitous phone call attempt to Simon, she ran a good five blocks before she felt safe enough to breath and think of a plan.]

R/n, sitting on a curb: okay...okay, I really regret not going to the gym with Si now....Shit!

{She swallows hard and looks behind her, the people chasing her were probably a two blocks away that only gave her small window of time.}

R/n: Okay, R/n. You managed to get, ah... Some distance from the guys chasing you, that’s the first thing Simon you told to do...Now next would be to find a place to hide, too bad it’s too freaking sunny out to do so!

R/n: And I can’t hide in plain sight since they know what clothes I’m wearing...

{R/n looks around and recognizes what street she’s on, there was goodwill shop across the street from her, she quickly got up and ran inside; knowing the van was probably around the block.]

R/n: Okay...they’re finding me a bit fast for comfort...

(R/n thinks and looks at her purse/mini-backpack...Could there be a tracker in it? she didn’t dwell on it too long, R/n quickly grabbed some pants a large hoodie, a hat and neck gaiter. she quickly ditched her old clothes and bag; taking just her wallet with her. R/n practically threw the money at the confused clerk as she speed walked passed the checkout.]

Clerk: Wait! ma’am, your change!

R/n, not looking back: Keep it! 

(R/n pulls the hood and neck gaiter up and walks out the back. she exits the alley in time to see the van pull up and two men rush into the good will. the y/ht(your height), woman knew they were not gonna be happy when they find R/n was long gone, and with that R/n calmly walked away towards a more populated area and hopefully she can get ahold of a phone so she can get through to Ghost this time!)

(Meanwhile)

[Ghost and the rest of the 1-4-1 arrived to his house, which was completely trashed, Ghost looked around his livingroom frowning under his mask as he found his wedding photo on the floor. it wasn’t some grand fancy event,  just a small court house wedding with your parents/guardian and couple of your friends, Ghost stomach churned at the memory.

Despite him being the one who proposed in the first place, Simon had tried to talk R/n outta of it...He warned her, he warned her that if they went through with it; R/n would be a walking target, she wouldn’t have a normal life anymore and yet... She still said yes.)

Soap, as he looks at the photo over Ghost’s shoulder: Steamin’ Jesus, he wasn’t fookin wit’ me, he really is married!...(to Price.) Did ye know?

Price: I knew he had a wife. That’s about it, Ghost doesn’t really speak about his home life much.

[Then everyone looked around the house it was clear someone was looking for something...and judging how a good number of Ghost and R/n’s valuables were left out on the dining room table, they were probably coming back...or. 

*The stairs creaked* 

They never left...Everyone freezes as a young man in his late teens to early twenties dressed all in black comes walking down the stairs; talking loudly. He probably assumed the 1-4-1 were his buddies coming back for him and their loot.]

Robber, while holding R/n’s jewelry box: Jeez, you guys took yer sweet time how hard is it to catch a woma...*Sees the group of giant armed men staring at him.* ...aaan?

Ghost: Don’t you fucking move...

[the Robber throws the box at them and tries to bolt out the backdoor! He gets clotheslined by Gaz who was camping around the corner. Cut to the kid being tied to a chair as Ghost stands over him menacingly]

Ghost, cracking his knuckles: Now...Let’s get acquainted shall we?~

[weebsinstash]

hi! I cannot understand Val’s personality at all, and you’re my favorite writer for him, so I was wondering if you could tell me how he’d react in a situation where his darling is being harassed at a bar he’s not at? Like darling obviously has a tracker on their phone and they know it, but they also can’t leave the bar because that risks them getting kidnapped

maybe Val has already started calling them and leaving voicemails because they no showed, so you know that if you don’t call him and have an immediate reason for not responding you’ll probably be in for a very painful night, so you tell whoever is harassing you that you need to go into the bathroom, and it’s very obvious that they followed you but aren’t in the bathroom, so you just take out your phone and finally answer one of Val’s calls, and you make it obvious your crying, but you also hold the phone away from you so it doesn’t seem like you want Val to know your crying.

after that I’m kinda stuck on how he’d react, but if you’d rather not add to this it’s fine, this was part me wanting a response and part me wanting to tell someone my ideas

If it makes you feel better I also find Val's personality to be levels of inconsistent however I kinda interpret it being inconsistent because he's um an extremely emotional person and also an alcoholic addict and he's constantly pinballing between "oooo this will make me money" to "oh you've pissed me off PERSONALLY therefore I will rain fire upon you", like we have several instances of Valentino potentially sabotaging his business for kicks and Vox has had to reign him back in, and he still gives Angel actual fucking black eyes even when there's still filming, he doesn't even care about not leaving marks since everything will heal eventually

I feeeeeeeel like... it really depends on how his darling grovels to him and explains what is happening. You ditched him, you're out at a bar, you were ignoring his calls, and now you're telling him you're with another man. An abusive man would usually automatically assume "oh you're in a bar? Fucking slut trying to find other men, this is what you fucking get" but since we're having, you know. The Yandere Talk, I feeeeeel like.... it goes one of a few ways

One is he's absolutely pissed in general, at you, at the guy, just misfiring rage and snapping. You're bawling ti try and explain your situation and he snaps he can barely understand you because he can't regulate his anger and, it isn't INHERENTLY being mad at you, he's mad he can't understand you, but he's horrible at communicating that, so he shows up to rescue you and (unintentionally) has you trembling in fear of him because he's speaking to you like "where the fuck are you hurt?! Show me? Ugh, this bruise is huge, it's so fucking ugly, UGH-" and he's like not blaming you but is being so terrifying about it that, you're pretty convinced you'll be hit by him at any moment and maybe it would be you FLINCHING HARD at a sudden movement of his for him to, finally take a second to begrudgingly take a few deep breaths and his tone finally softens and he can stop freaking you out even more than you already are

Option 2 I see is that you answer the phone when he's in the 'love' of the love and the hate he switches between, so you catch him in the middle of one of his "baby you know I care so much about you, it just makes me a little wild when you leave me waiting" sort of voicemails. You finally pick up and you get this slightly catty "ohhhhh, look who it is,you remembered how to answer your phone! I missed you" and the second he can tell you're crying, you're just like, hearing all this stuff in the background and he sounds like he's been drinking but when is he ever NOT drinking "awwww, baby no, that's terrible! *heels clicking wayyy to fast for him to not be literally power walking his stiletto ass somewhere* I'm sure Daddy will be able to get everything sorted out *car door slams* and I'll show this lowlife fucking freak exactly what he deserves *moves the phone away from his mouth to HOLLER at his driver to 'get a fucking move on or I'll fucking kill you'* so don't you worry, ok baby? ❤️ make sure you stay on the phone with me, mhm? *click click click of him loading bullets into a magazine* so what's this motherfucker look like, he's uglier than me, right--"

And then I guess another unique outcome would be uh. You pick up the phone and he's just instantly shouting screaming fuming at you so much that he's like screaming for a few solid minutes before he's finally like "are you even gonna say anything you dumb whore?!" and that's when he finally hears your voice but it's not even your voice, it's your breathing, like you can barely even get any air out, like you're having a panic attack, you can barely even raise the volume of your voice above a whisper and your voice just keeps cracking and shaking, "v val" and like, the very first SYLLABLE out of your mouth he knows something is BIG WRONG because you sound TERRIFIED and you can barely even speak, "some-someone's outside the bathroom.... he says he'll hurt me... I don't know what to do....!" and like that's it. It takes Val from 100 to 0 real fast. He goes from "if you're not on your way home in five fucking minutes-" to "what did you just say" and he's completely quiet as you're like struggling to speak, "i-i'm in-in a stall, but he's... OUTSIDE.... WAITING..." and you just sob with a hand over your mouth but he can still hear it and he's already on his way

Do you think Val knows how to fight and I mean like BRAWL. Valentino's still on the phone with you and he can barely even hear you and he suddenly hears the man's voice, he's come INTO the bathroom now, he's OUTSIDE your stall, antagonizing you, scaring you, grabbing the top of the door and shaking it like it's nothing. You're SCREAMING because you're in A FUCKING STALL and he could either rip the hinges off or just like COME UNDER OR OVER and then you're done for so you're like TERRIFIED WAILING I mean shrieking like a murder victim because oh god oh god oh god you're gonna double die--- and you just hear the door to the bathroom get kicked open and the guy is just like RIPPED away from your stall and CHAOS follows. You hear all these thudding, smashing, crashing, breaking sounds and when you finally hear nothing but Val's voice telling you to come out he's just standing there covered in blood and the dude is on the floor with his face an unrecognizable SLUDGE because Val grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the edge of the sink until it was knocking teeth out of his mouth. Valentino is over here, reaching for you looking like that scene from The Witch of Mercury

Except unlike in Mercury you're like, only temporarily in stunned silence before you're like, RUSHING to be held by him because you're just scared and bawling and he SAVED YOU and you're so happy you didnt get hurt. Like the duality of him touching you to comfort you but probably getting blood on you maybe even ALL OVER YOU because he's just touching you that much and you're clinging to him that much

I feel like there are times where Val may intentionally NOT save you to use it as some sort of punishment/lesson to manipulate you with later but I feel like the ways in which he would knowingly allow his darling to be hurt are nuanced and contextual. He'd pay a guy to mug you and rough you up to teach you a lesson about leaving the studio on your own, or set up a fake kidnapping, but you come back into the studio ACTUALLY hurt? Stabbed, limping, whatever? He's furious. No one gets to hurt you. Everyone in this entire fucking circle of Hell should know who you belong to by this point and if they're hurting you, they're disrespecting HIM

..... and also you're his cute widdle baby and he doesn't want his boo getting hurt, at least not in a non fun non sexy way 🥺❤️ see sweetie, this is exactly why you should listen to him at all times and never argue with him on anything ❤️

[klemen-tine]

So in white whale part 2 reader revealed they were always going to come back right? So in the scenario that reader successfully escaped how would the batfam(Jason and Bruce in particular) react to reader willingly returning after like a year or 2?

You know that phrase, "If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If not, it was never meant to be?" It would be like that.

Bruce would be happy that a kid returned, willingly, and he would spoil the shit out of reader. Buying them everything and all of that, and really doubling down and making sure that they never. leave. again. He would smile and tell reader how happy he is that he is standing on his own two feet and being comfortable with himself being deaf. He would listen as reader recalled everything they went through and everything they saw, and while he would be happy reader is smiling, he absolutely HATES that the reader is proving that he doesn't need them.

Jason would be so pissed, but would be ecstatic to know he is back. Jason would hug him, and not let go for anything. It would be memory lane almost, going to local cafes, Jason reading to the reader again, and just an overall happy time. While reader is assuring Jason that they are safe and having a great time, Jason would be plotting how to keep reader there at the manor. How do you lock up a bird without them being depressed?

Easy! Make it so they don't want to leave. Make the world seem terrible and that the first year on their own was great because of luck.

I see them being fucked up and tricking reader into thinking they were all for them going out and exploring, and reader is so cute, and surely Jason and Bruce would never do anything that would hurt them, right? They would convince reader to take something with a tracker (obviously reader don't know that part) and just fuck with everything in reader's life to make them come back.

Reader got an apartment? Damn, the apartment is now raising rent and reader can't afford it anymore. That ASL-friendly cafe that needed a barista? Sucks, they never called back even though they said reader was perfect. Everything in reader's life would go to shit so fast, that he would be calling texting Bruce to please come pick him up. He doesn't want to be alone anymore.

Everyone is in on it. It's just Jason and Bruce are the ones leading it.

But hey! Reader came back, right? So that means that he always meant to be with them... right?

[yanderefictinallove]

PT. 2 Yandere Hazbin Hotel Headcanons

A/n: rosie is pretty asf

Rosie🍖🌹

She is very passive on anything negative, you have to say, like if u were in one of your fits. She would say something like, "Aww sweetie, you're just hungry, here have a finger." Ingnoring the please to go home.

She likes to dress up in the bedroom. Surprisingly, she wears lacey pretty lingere. She bites you just to satisfy her cannibal hunger, tho. Her favorite thing is aftercare. She likes the chaos, but the peace is also nice at times.

~The Darling Overloard~

🌹🍖🌹🍖🌹🍖🌹🍖🌹🍖🌹🍖🌹🍖🌹🍖🌹🍖

Vox🖥💵

He is a chatter box. He never FUCKING shuts up. He has cameras watching your every move, from sleeping to a shower.

He rants and tells you about how much he hates the radio demon. All you wanna do is go home.

He is an insecure asshole, so he always has to prove that he is better than everyone and show he is the better "lover" bc that love is one-sided.

Something I noticed is that Vox talks very fast and seems to be very snarky, and I think that he makes you agree or do things you don't wanna do. He uses his hellish talking.

Feed his ego and you will be fine....I think

~Demon Of Tv~

💵🖥💵🖥💵🖥💵🖥💵🖥💵🖥💵🖥💵🖥💵🖥

Valentino💋💵

He's a pimp, but when it comes to you, you are only for him. He spoils you, and honestly, he kinda seems out of character.

Till you want privacy or space. He trows shit and punches walls. This can also happen if he wants to record you and you refuse to undress on camera, shit, it was hard for you to get undressed willingly because, well, you were taken by force.

He can be ruthless and unbearable at times, he fucks any negative emotions out of you, weather u wanna or not.

You also get a lot of forced affection.

~The Moth Pimp~

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Velvet📱💵

Very demanding yandere, when she tells you to come you come, if she says speak, speak, and if she says put this dress on, you say with pleasure.

She loves to dress you up, especially if there is an important event. She makes sure you are matching.

You are always posted on her social media, and she makes sure that you are used in advertisements.

She definitely has a tracker on her phone so she can find you easily.

~The Backbone Of The V's~

📱💵📱💵📱💵📱💵📱💵📱💵📱💵📱💵📱💵

Cherri Bomb🍒💣

She is actually very laid back and cool. Sure, she can be forceful at times, but she still tries to understand were your coming from

She makes you drink a lot with her when you two are alone. She let's you walk around town, but not into certain parts.

She can be very gentle and cuddly, she loves to hold you though abd lay back and talk about life or afterlife or both.

She's not bad to be around.

~Cherri Bomb~

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All done next is probably love letters, most likely...definitely

Stay tuned

Request: Open

[littlelillycatsworld]

weight loss breakdown (for once not a mental one impressive ik)

as promised heres my weight loss breakdown. I have awful brain fog words aren't working properly (using any and all brain power on English rn) and it's a bit all over the place please be patient with me I have most definitely forgotten some stuff I'll update when I remember

this is not healthy this is what works for me I know the limits of my body you are your own person please look after yourself and don't compare yourself to me. I'm a professional ballerina and ex-taekwondow artist

please be polite don't leave unsolicited advice if I need or want it I'll ask and right now I DONT.

I'm not suggesting that anyone should attempt to fallow this since this is actually insane

DRINKS

I drink lemon honey water or tea for breakfast most days depending on how much calorie dread I have (does that make sense?)

I will only allow myself to drink water, tea or diet coke/zero or ultra monster throughout the day

MEALS

OMAD when possible budget is 900 I rarely ever make it close to my budget

I'll only intentionally eat dinner unless forced otherwise. I must burn off whatever I can from dinner since I don't have classes that late

some days it's completely unavoidable and I have to eat snacks due to outside pressure like friends and family or my manager (he's apparently hell bent on keeping my ass alive)

binges happen we (I) acknowledge them we (me) move

if I feel faint when In class nothing matters I WILL eat I cannot run the risk of hurting myself or my dance partner when it's him who will be the one who makes sure i dont hit the ground

META DAYS

meta days are important please take them!

I must allow myself 2 grace days a week and I try to be gentle with myself. (essentially I'm gentle parenting myself on these days)

I try not to fall into my normal over the top exercise routine since I still haven't figured out how to make these days my bitch

my cal budget is normally around 1400 for these days

EXERCISE

I must do 10k steps at least (normally much closer to 25k)

I start every day off with a mile run sometimes 2 (depending on how much I want to not exist and weather conditions)

i go to the gym at my dorm when weather conditions are bad or it's to cold for me I run on the treadmill it's not as mentally stimulating as outside but I don't like the rain ice or wind too much

i can be expected to be dancing for 8-9hrs on my longest day so for the most part I don't need to worry too much about forcing myself to burn calories but it gives me peace of mind I burn an estimated 4500cal these days (impossible to know for sure since 2 teachers don't allow activity trackers)

around 3000 on my normal days but again 2 teachers are a pain In my ass

I play just dance religiously at this point it takes me 2hrs to burn 500 I do this after dinner or twice a day on the weekends where possible.

I still practice taekwondo and go to a studio to do classes once a week but it's not as extreme as it used to be (no longer training 6 days a week and doing competitions)

WEIGHING

I weigh myself most days

I don't weigh myself during my meta days I don't need the added mental stress

I get weighed by my school once a week but only update my profile if there is a big difference either up or down (accountability and all that)

FASTS

I normally do 24hr since omad

I don't count my medication, gum, diet coke/zero tea or lemon honey water as breaking my fast. if this keeps me mentally stable then idk it doesn't count (politely eat a brick if you try to tell me otherwise)

I always try to get at least one longer fast a week normally after dinner on wednesday to Friday dinner sometimes I can make it to Saturday dinner it just depends on who's around to make me eat

if your wondering how I've survived this far all I can say is I'm a spiteful little bitch who's going to prove a whole list of people wrong

[whumpslist]

Tracker’s whumps’ list

[referred to main male character: Colter Shaw, portrayed by Justin Hartley.]

Season 1

.01: pensive, painful memories about his childhood, apprehended by police and into a cell, painful memories telling about his father's death, under gunpoint and on his knees, shot at his arm and collapsed on the ground, groaning in pain, grunting getting up, furious chase through the woods by foot, jumped on a running truck and almost fallen off, grunting in effort pulling himself up, hanging over a waterfall from a falling truck by only one arm and bleeding by the other, jumped into the waterfall from a great height, arm sling, shown bicep bandaged.

.02: a bit worried for the break-in at his mother's home, brief scuffle with two men then under gunpoint, interrogated by a cult leader and annoyed, memories of his childhood, surrounded and threatened, under gunpoint, brief fight.

.03: harsh confrontation with an armed man and fought, cut at his back, taken care of by a medic and sewn stitches without anesthesia, old scars on his back, groaning softly, covertly threatened, under gunfire, brief scuffle.

.04: conflicted, rough climbing a hill, under gunpoint, under gunfire and brief scuffle.

.05: arrested on purpouse, chased, hit at his haed and knocked out, bloody wound and Tshirt stained, tied to a chair and interrogated, cleaning up by himslef, worried, rough fight withiut consequences.

.06: uneasy conversation and painful memories of being betrayed, conflicted, grunting in effort, trapped into a burning barn, slipped and almost fallen into the fire, under gunpoint and threatened.

.07: confronted, angry and indignant, brief scuffle, upset, attacked and punched, thwron to the ground and under gunpoint, brief scuffle, under gunpoint again, fought against two opponents and gash on his forehead, pensive and bruised forehead.

.08: brief scuffle, fought and punched in the face, bruised cheek.

.09: hit with teaser and brief scuffle.

.10: training, grunting for physical effort, ambushed and under gunpoint, shielded another person and got shot at his shoulder, rough landing on the floor and shot at again, grimacing getting up, almost hit by a car, bleeding and heavily breathing, field approximative medicine, panting, brief scuffle, hunted, arm into a sling.

.11: uneasy, unpleasant conversation with his sister, under gunfire and brief gunfight, difficult conversation with his sister about past childhood and pensive.

.12: uneasy conversation with his estranged brother, pensive and conflicted, tense, arrested and handcuffed, into a holding cell, under gunpoint and brief scuffle, into a gunfight (plus Russell Shaw's whump).

.13: season finale airing next week.

RENEWED FOR A SECOND SEASON.

In the original books (by Jeffery Deaver):

0.5: “Captivated”: under gunpoint, brief scuffle.

1. “The Never Game”: (fast forward) T-shirt stained with blood, jumped into the cold water, hit his head on the pylon, hit his shoulder on a rusty nail and bleeding; molotov thrown against him without consequences, threatened with a (fake) gun, under sniper's fire, fallen into a trap and badly fallen to the ground, oil drum slammed into his shoulders and toppled him, handcuffed and arrested, ambushed and thought he would be shot, grabbed and interrogated, feeling sick on the helicopter and almost rechted, encounter with a mountain lion, hasrh confrontation and blade at his face, told he's been shot in the past, under gunpoint and taken, manhandled, under gunfire and worried, back into the cold water and hit by the boat, shoved again toward a pylon and almost crushed, gasping hardly after remerging from water, rescued and dragged onto the pier, hypothermic and badly shivering, upset, brief scuffle, threatened with a gun and handcuffed, sore and pensive.

1.5: “The Second Hostage”: into a hostage situation and under gunpoint, brief scuffle, almost shot and brief fight.

2. “The Goodbye Man”: (fast forward) rock rolling toward his car and almost hit, trapped inside the car and trying to break free, shot at twice, disgusted, dangerous climbing and brief scuffle, shocked, palm slammed into his back and knocking him forward, sore, feeling guilty, upset after a difficult conversation, grabbed and manhandled, brief scuffle, shocked and upset, elbowed and scuffle, slapped in the face, disgusted, worried, brief fight, attacked and pinned under a crowd, his gut and shoulder in agony from the piling on, struggling for breath, pulled to his feet and grippec arms, spat in the face, gasping and breathless, slammed hardto the ground and breathless, hands zip-tied behind him, blow to his gut and struggled to keep from vomiting, ankles zip-tied too and dragged towars the cliff’s edge, rescued and fought back, shocked, encounter with a rattlesnake, fifty-five feet jump from the cliff into the water, jarring impact and cold water pushing out all of his air, soles stung like hell from impact with water, rescued, rough fight and pounded hard on his back and shoulder and head, car chasing and under gunfire.

2.5: “Forgotten”.

3. “The Final Twist”: UPDATING

3.5: “The Deadline Clock”.

4. “Hunting Time”:

[ineylesian]

hey!!!

I was wondering, how would Ghost react to the reader scolding him?? like, something happens that disrupts the mission and it's his fault and the reader scolds him, not aggressively, but still I would like to know Ghost's reaction

Also, the idea that he and the reader have a romantic relationship but he's still a bit strict :)

(I used the translator to write all this!! sorry if there are any translation errors, English is not my native language :D)

WALK AWAY FROM THE SUN

— SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X READER

— AO3 | MASTERLIST | EVENT

— WORD COUNT | 3k

— WARNINGS | canon typical violence, hurt/comfort, mentions of weapons, arguments, mentions of trauma.

— SUMMARY | you often meet ghost at his shortcomings, but nothing serious as this has yet to happen.

— AUTHOR’S NOTE | tysm for the request 🫶🫶 i wanted to expand on this just a lil but made sure to keep the original prompt, i hope you enjoy!! hope the scolding isn’t too strict :)

Ghost thinks he’s having trouble breathing.

He doesn’t know if it’s because of the worry sanctioning in his chest, or the bullet lodged in his ribs. It takes a few seconds, he breathes, and a slightly ragged puff of air crawls its way back up his esophagus. Shallow wounds never hurt him, but ones that fester in the mind nearly paint his vision black. 

It was a bad mission, destined to go wrong the moment Price laid out the plan. Too many HVTs to secure in such a dangerous zone, touched down in a land similar to post scorched earth. Calls of concern were dismissed by Shepherd, this mission was too important to let go, and they were to complete it, no matter the cost.

Nevertheless, things went south, fast. Nearly an entire squad of foot soldiers dead in under one hour, and only 2 out of 4 targets eliminated. It wasn’t long before Price called in evac, the mission’s end along with it. There was always time again to try again. Until the screaming started, and Ghost was nowhere to be found.

It was capture or kill, and it was certain no one was getting captured at this rate. You’d seen it all, the look he gave Price as he was getting into contact with Shepherd, and the miniscule shake of his head as he tightened his gear. The screams were yours, are you out of your fucking mind?-- hair whipping against the wind as you watched him disappear into the flames, yelling for the pilot to touch down. 

Any sane soldier would have shaken their head and waved to confirm exfil, but this was nothing near normal. The 141’s purpose isn’t sanity, it’s loyalty. Price wasn’t going to allow himself to lose more than one soldier, and it was apparent that you were leaving with or without his permission. He strapped a tracker to your vest before you jumped.

Ghost wasn’t expecting to get shot. Maybe the adrenaline kicked in too early, or maybe the opportunity was just too good. The last two HVTs right in his line of sight, running through the open, unarmed. 

Or so he thought.

He sits slouched against a wall, the hand clamped over the bullet’s entryway growing progressively more damp as the minutes pass. He should’ve expected someone with a target on their back to run around with a gun, anything lethal, even, especially after watching his friend’s jugular fly from his neck. Pointed a gun and blindly shot. A rookie mistake that put him and his whole squad at risk because of some halfhearted words Shepherd hammered into his head. 

He believes in no matter completely. Maybe that’s where he comes short.

Frankly, Ghost isn’t even worried about the lingering pain in his abdomen, or the fact that the last target escaped. He’s worried about the person coming to find him. Something in the back of his head grows into a throbbing pain in the frontal lobe and he closes his eyes, hoping it’s not you that’s coming.

Who could he be kidding? Of course you were going to come for him. You always did, and always will. It’s a danger that follows when you happen to love someone you run into the frontlines with. Something that was going to get one of you killed one day, purely because he knows he’d do the exact same thing.

Ghost curses under his breath. You’re just like him sometimes, blindsided and hard headed as they come. 

Falling debris and the thud of boots join the rasp that serves as his breathing. You’re here, and it looks bad, worse than he expected. Your eyebrows are knit tightly together, and he can see the dribble of blood that rolls down your chin due to how hard you bite your gums. Your skin is laced with sweat, and you’re panting, hard. 

He’s only been bleeding out for three minutes. With you here, it feels like an eternity, and the grasps of something much worse than death are holding time still. When he finally shifts his lips to speak, you shove a cloth against his ribcage, hard. All that comes out is a strangled grunt, and he falls silent. No one renders him as speechless as you do.

He hasn’t felt so small since his father. It’s deserving, every last bit of it. He let go of himself and you still came to save him. He should be feeling nothing short of gratitude, yet he only feels as though someone dragged him into the undertow and left him to drown there. The way you refuse to meet his eyes strikes harder than any other bullet, and for the first time, he doesn’t know what to do. 

All he can feel is the fear that you have instilled in him, and his consciousness slips before he can think of anything else.

—

Forgiveness is a hard thing to earn. In the 141, it seems more rational to die than seek it.

Ghost doesn’t consider death. He’s considered nothing, not since a bullet put him into a coma for a week. In that time, he dreamt of choppy waters and black riptides. The slosh of imaginary waves greeted him more times than your voice did.

He only remembers it once. You asked one of the nurses how he was doing. When she said he’d wake up, you left.

You don’t wait up on people, Ghost knows that. No part of him holds the expectation that you would’ve cared just a little more and stuck around. You knew he’d live, and that was the end of it. You walk away from the sun when it burns you.

When it comes to the battlefield, you’re cold as ice and follow rational orders to a tee. You keep your head on straight until you don’t, because taking care of others feels better than sprinkling soil over an empty grave. The way you think is profound yet humanity never fails to escape you, it’s what dragged you to him, stone-eyed and indifferent on the surface. 

People around him always say it’s impossible to get attached in the military. He almost believes them, but he thinks of you and all else fades. Like a moth to a flame, he knows you’d follow his trail into hysteria. He knows it frustrates you, habits such as those are hard to shake. You’ve spent too much time by his side to quit. Couldn’t shake you even if he wanted to.

It reminds him of three years ago, with you curled up beside him in the depths of Syrian mountains. You’d offered him some bourbon for the pain– he’d been stabbed in the leg, covering up with the excuse that it’d help with the cold. You knew how to tempt him, just one drink turning into the whole bottle empty at your feet. Only you could make him succumb to something like that, listening to you ramble on about how careless he was to get stabbed, hours of it, the coziness of you and the blankets drilling static into his head.

Ghost could hold his alcohol better than you. Barely felt a buzz from the drinks in his system. But this.. your head lightly bobbing against his shoulder, haphazardly checking on his bandage before kissing the exposed skin beside it. You were right, his whole body was on fire, so enamored with you, the feeling of home creeping along his skin in short, fatigued breaths.

He vaguely remembers when you turned to your side, hands hot on his pulse and sinking underneath. Everywhere, you were everywhere. You had taken him by storm and the buzz of the bourbon heightened his senses to a point where it was nearly unbearable. It took every fiber of his willpower to listen, straining against the irrevocable hold you had placed on him, fighting to restrain himself.

Amidst the haze, you asked him if he would do something for you. In that state, Ghost thinks he would’ve tried to overthrow the entire planet if you wanted him to. Instead, you uttered something short of ten words, and he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life when he answered.

“Promise me you’ll look out for yourself, Simon.”

Your inquiry seemed small, fragile, and simple to be compliant with in the moment. He shuns himself for failing to remind you of who you were, what you were fighting for, and that looking out for yourself is a restraint only some can hope to afford. It’s a luxury that separates people who want to save the world from those who do.

“Alright, then.”

Drunk or not, he made a promise. Broke it just as easily. He resists the urge to bash his head against the wall as consciousness returns to him, opting to thank the nurse with a few words scribbled on a napkin before disappearing. 

As much as he wants to scrub the sickening scent of antiseptic and illness from his skin, Ghost can’t bring himself to visit your room right now. He knows you’ll check the infirmary soon– despite what you say he knows you stop by, even if it’s for a second, yet he opts to leave base regardless if you come to find him or not. He’d rather speak to you when you’re on those terms. Guessing by the freshly washed sweatshirt that sits zipped up to his neck, you probably don’t want him dead. 

He’ll cut his losses there.

—

The early hours of the morning creep along the skyline, spilling over the roads below. You walk, dismissing the dull ache in your feet from miles of dug up sidewalk and the scorching ground you had run across some days ago. It’s not long before the breeze picks up the scent of saltwater, light ripples rock calmly against marsh and you sigh.

You knew he’d be here. Always came when tragedy struck and life wasn’t fair. It reminds you of a homage after nights of terror in Urzikstan, peaceful, and nothing else. Somewhere you go when you can’t quite reach the ocean.

Ghost sits with his back to the sun, perched against a dock overlooking the water. Your legs come to a stop, and you stand still, wondering if this was all a mistake. Maybe you should just turn around while you can, run to the safety of a home that only carries a lingering scent of him. Here, the breeze makes you nauseous. 

Everything here is riddled with sorrow and buried in tears. The cycle repeats, you think you deserve to cry.

You take a look to the sky and the clouds point you offshore. Saline winds pull you farther and it’s too late to reconsider leaving when your foot creaks against the dock. Ghost catches you in his peripheral, approaching slowly, the distance polarizing. It feels like glass is lodged in your feet. The gap waged feels something like No Man’s Land. 

Ghost sits on the edge, one leg hanging over the water while the other sits folded at the knee. You lean against a support beam across from him, one glance and you think you might choke. Flashing rays dawn over the baclava settled over his face, drawing light to the skin bridged above his nose. Eyebags crawl and tear at paint ridden skin, blond eyelashes fluttering against smudged black, over the one part of him that feels normal. Nothing else does.

He stares ahead, umber hues washing over ripples cast by fish in waiting. You feel like you do everytime you come here, except sadness is held back by frustration, boiling underneath your skin and rising to the surface. Moments pass, the breeze dies down and beckons for you to speak. 

“You broke your promise.” Pressure settles within your chest. Hurt floods the atmosphere and Ghost’s eyes leave the water. He thinks, you lie in wait, arms crossed defensively over your chest. 

“You can’t rely on intoxicated words.”

It’s fair, yet completely unfair at the same time. You know it was an unreasonable thing to ask, came straight from the alcoholic worry that seethed in your mind. Normal people don’t make promises they know they won’t be able to keep. People that care too much ask of them.

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.”

Ghost says nothing. You know he wanted to keep that promise. Held it over his heart for three years, let it slip under his sleeve as all other things do. Something that happens when war is all you know. He knew you, too, but warfare is different from anything else. You understand that.

The smell of antiseptic reeks off of him, the sun licks at black paint and chips crumble. He’s nonchalant on the surface like always, but you know him. Underneath blood stains the hole in his abdomen that put him here. He leans toward it as if pain has become him.

He’s always been like this, body hungry for violence, mind begging for reconciliation. It’s how his mind is wired, shutting doors on people makes them want to close it in another’s face. You learned to coincide with it, but there’s still a line. The fact he crossed it so easily sparks the worry within and you fight the tears that push against your sockets.

Anger resides and reels back in, lapping at the shore and bringing you to your knees. You fear you’ll lose him that way.

It’s all you think about.

“What made you think that was a good idea?” You bark, grasping his chin to face you head on. “You think putting yourself in danger is no big deal, don’t you? Worried everyone sick because of a stupid HVT.”

He sees right through you. Worried me sick, he hears it as he would an echo. It’s a profession of worry, he knows you worry because you love him. 

“We all have to make sacrifices.” His response is a dull front, you hear the guilt laced within. “You know that.”

You do. Things stay strict on the battlefield and remain that way. Until it’s him. When there’s Ghost, there’s always Simon. You learned to make that exception because you understood that. Ghost is not afraid to die. Simon is.

“What good are you to anyone if you throw yourself in the line of fire?” You spit, pointer finger snapping to hover above his wound.. “There’s no guarantee that someone will always be able to save you when things go wrong. You know that.”

He knows that, and he knows you. 

You know there’s a darkness that lingers within him. It’s inevitable. Something that festers, building up until it’s strong enough to lash out. It’s selfish, cares and waits for no one. A walking death sentence that hangs over his head no matter the value he places in his life.  It chases him in his dreams, trails a dark shadow over his head that turns him into the person he fears he’d become. Adapted him so the only thing he feels when he pulls the trigger is recoil.

“We win together, and we fail together, Simon. It’s not your responsibility to change that.”

He hates that side of his head that made him think otherwise. Hates himself more when he makes you worry. 

Old habits die hard. It’s not easy to take, the way he knows those parts of him linger. You know when it comes, the front he manages with surgical precision shatters and he breaks down into hysteria because it’s too much for one person to handle. 

Regardless, he tries. You love him for that. He loves you because you walked into his life and it gained purpose.

All that’s good in his life comes from you. The first nights in his life he felt welcomed to sleep because you were in bed beside him. Days fly by and he changes. You change with him. The small room he occupies at base doesn’t seem so lifeless anymore because you’re always in it. 

He damns the way you smile at him, infectious, a snapshot memory he keeps in his thoughts. Thoughts that draw a compass in his mind that routes home to you.

Every part of him feels selfish for making you feel this way. It tears through him as a knife does and his nerves flay from the heat.

“I’m sorry, lovie.” It feels like he’s suffocating, drawing on the tears that slide down your face and drip onto your hands. He takes dampened skin and holds onto it as if he’ll lose you forever if he lets go. “‘M so sorry that I made you worry. Bastardish thing to do.”

His accent is heavy, dripping with resent and pleading for composure. It’s everything and nothing all at once. Your tears stain his hands and he feels like he always does when things go wrong. Except, it’s always you who quells him in the midst of nightmares. His mind races at the stutter of your breath, hands fumbling to push stray hairs out of your eyes.

“I love you, so much. Wouldn’t ever wanna make you worry, yeah?”

Silence passes for a minute. Seagulls chirp and water sloshes against eroded rocks.

Your eyes peek out from his hands, slotting your arm between his, reaching up. You tug and his mask bunches up at the nose, fingers smoothing over the surface of his skin, warm, grasping for affection. You yearn for his touch and he gives it to you without question.

Ghost tastes of gunpowder and the bask of the sun. It reminds you of home, slightly chapped, never wanting more than what he can give. He’s gentle, canines gently poking against your lips, perfectly still. You sigh inwardly at the feeling, reveling in all that he is until you can breathe no longer.

“You’re such an idiot.”

Your chest heaves, breath leveling with a rough scoff. His eyes crinkle like they do when he notices you packed extra eye black for him. Mouth parted, a ghost of a smile curving at his lips.

“I know, can’t seem to get myself sorted.”

There’s an underlying meaning to it. Passes through like the wind that cards through your hair. Guilt rides the waves, but you don’t want to cry anymore.

You just want to heal. Ghost understands that more than anyone else.

[littlbowbub]

1. Grannies Cookbook & Recipes (Bulk & Individual) & Additional Objects

2. Homestead Helper Mod ~ required for other mods

3. Olde Cookbook Kit ~ is being remade

4. Delivery Services

5. Drinks Machine & Soda Machine Add-on

6. Old Time Tea Pot

7. Hungry Plumbobs & Fast-Food Counter

8. More Cafe Foods Override

9. Ice Cream Counter Override

10. ThriftTea Bubble Tea Counter Override

11. Hot Chocolate Maker

12. Home Barista Espresso Machine

13. Flower Crafting Station Override

14. High School Cafeteria Override

15. Toast-E-Maker

16. Handmade Prepped Ingredients ~ home chef hustle

17. Homemade Ingredients ~ my extra ingredients

18. Mixing Bowl Overrides

Other Links:

Mod Tracker - keep updated with my mods after patches

littlbowbub.carrd - Socials etc

Occult Cookbook ~ Progress Thread  - discussions for an ongoing WIP (slow progress)

Recipe Update Master list - for adding 'prepped ingredients' & additional updates 

F.A.Q:

Desserts section not working - please remove the chocolate egg ice cream dessert recipe as it requires the cool kitchen stuff pack to work.

Recipes missing - each recipe requires a different cooking skill level and will only be available to cook if your sim has the level required.

Last Exception (AttributeError: 'NoneType' object has no attribute 'get_model') - You have an outdated version of the cookbook please delete and download the latest version.

Recipe showing in Better Exceptions - Please see list here and re download recipe.

Olde Cookbook Kit showing in Better Exceptions  - I am currently overhauling this and will take some time. The mod is still okay to use in its current state but feel free to remove.

[fairyumii]

you make a yandere Toji x wifereader (fem)

Reader who was at the store to get food and flowers and drinks for your guys first anniversary.But Some guy was trying to flirt with you and Toji had a tracker on you and went his way to you and wanted to know that your alright but see this guy touching what he’s and act upon it and blah blah blah

I HAVE NO OTHER IDEA I HOOPE THIS HELPS

oMG AHISUHDUAIS THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA 🥹🥹🥹

anyway here you go bbg

( Simi is the cat :))) cause you two have a cat now )

after like years the two of you developed a trust for each other, he trusted that you wouldn't do anything stupid, aka escaping or cheating and you trusted him that he wouldn't...well recklessly get hurt or die ig

one day you just woke up and decided that you wanted to do something cute for toji i mean he trusted you anyway and it was your anniversary anyway!

you carefully took of tojis (muscular) arms off you and hopped of the bed humming to yourself as you put on a white tshirt and some sweat pants

quietly opening the door you skipped away to the nearest store wanting to go back home early... though fate had other plans, taking your stuff to the cash register you planted your things on the conveyer, waiting

after you were done you grabbed your bags and went out of the store, everything was normal until you heard a tap on your shoulder, turning around your eyes met with the eyes of an old ass man

"Oh, what a beauty it would be a shame if I didn't take my time with you will it young lady"

"O-oh, i'm sorry i have to get home to my husband! Have a nice day though !"

you smiled back at him while politely bowing a bit because although hes weird as fuck hes still your elder right? Wrong this bitch ass hoe had the audacity to pull your hair up

"I heard the excuse a ton of times, don't try to get away from me"

at this point you were gonna piss your pants, not only that but there was a man yanking your hair, and it had been 2 hours already and not to mention but the bags were now digging in your soft flesh irritating you

back home toji was awake and walked into the kitchen expecting you, but was met with a little sticky note on the fridge,

"Good morning Toji! I went to get you a few things

from the store! Don't worry I'll be back by

11:00 am :D ! ! !

P.S please feed Simi :(

Y/n"

he took out his phone and looked at the time "1:00 pm" immediately he opened his phone and tapped the tracker app, I mean you probably were in trouble right?? You were late, like reallly late

back to you, you were nervously holding the four bags while this man was just straight up groping you at this point

"Oh? I thought you'd be home by now?"

you never turned this fast before quickly running up to toji as the old man looked as if he shit his pants, i mean why wouldn't he? there was a musuclar ass man staring daggers at him compared to him the old man looked like a child

"Darlin' run home i'll be back in 5 minutes"

not wanting to disobey him you skipped home happily as you weren't being groped by this pedo anymore

setting up everything when you got home the door swung open he had blood splattered on his shirt, not caring you ran to him wanting to hug him, he pulled you away not wanting to get this scums blood on you

"Looks like I have to mark you eh? Don't want little old men fucking you do we now?"

That night Simi heard weird sounds coming from the bedroom.....

If you don't like it I could re-write it :))

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Kelvin “military analysis” - Sons of the Forest

First rant: Everyone talk about how sad is that Kelvin is not entering to a cave with us, but dude... there is a good reason. He is DEAF, right? So his main way to avoid dangers is by SIGHT. Hell, he point the damn mutants way easier than us.

How in hell he will do anything inside a cave if WE BARELY CAN SEE SHIT? Half of the times inside caves, we have to HEAR the mutants because is dark af. Now, if the main Kelvin’s sense is his eyes, he, in a cave, will be not only full useless but also dangerous for him and to us.

Kelvin inside a cave is like he being deaf AND blind. Go and play in a cave with mutants, deaf and blind, without weapons, and see how long you will last.

He stay outside because is the logic action. He is not enough braindead to enter in a cave.

But now, what matters: what kind of soldier is Kelvin?

Someone point that in the opening, Fisheye and us are looking the info in the pc as Kelvin is chilling listening to music.

My theory is: Squads tend to have different “specialities” with different skills, which come extremely handy in a situation like in the game.  

Fisheye have part of his face covered. Usually, members of the Infantry would cover their faces to protect their identity in front of strangers. He is covered inside the helicopter can maybe be a hint of he being a “stranger” with any other member of the team (just like others members are covered too).

We don’t know if we are covered or not, but our skills on combat and weapons could be a hint that we are also Infantry. Plus, that both, as Infantry, be learning about the mission in the flight, at minutes to “deploy” is just a way to say “We are just muscles and guns, as soon we know how the subjects look, the rest don’t matter. We are here to shoot, kill and leave to our respective previous squads”. We are basic fight dogs.

Also, very high chances their (and our) names (Fisheye and Kelvin) are not real names, but codenames (Military call signs) based in the NATO phonetic alphabet (Each codename of each member start with a different letter to make it easier. F is Fisher, K is Kelvin, which it can be used in the trackers, so we can spot more easily the different members of the squad in the island).

Interesting fact, in some places, like the United Kingdom military, these letters also can tell what specialities they have. Fisheye use the F of Foxtrot/ Foxhound, this last one used to sign Infantry.

As also internet says about Kelvin: “His true name is speculated to be Robert, as he often appears in the game files as Rob or Robbie and in the game console as Robby.”

But our boy “Kelvin” is uncovered and chilling. That mean 2 basic things:

1 - Uncovered units are the ones who had to interact face to face with civilians. High chances he is one in charge of mediate with the Pufftons.

2 - He is not paying attention to the info in the pc, neither to the audible orders. The only reason to him to don’t pay attention is the fact that HE KNOWS the info. We are a militar squad rescuing a rich family, they will get the best of the best, so they will not get a lazy random Kelvin in the team. He is useful to the mision. He chills because he know the Pufftons already, knows the map (since he is not looking at it), and he knows the orders. Is not a civilian, or he wouldn’t have militar clothes, neither the previous info, neither will using the K Tag.

Now let’s add the fact that he doesn’t fight in the game, at all. He aims, run, hide, but don’t fight. But he do gather a lot, run fast, fish where is no fishes (lol) and find sticks in the nowhere.  

Putting his highly possible brain injury a little aside (which not only made him temporarily deaf and mute, but also could reduce a lot his capabilities), we can now speculate that his specialty is not in combat, is not from the Infantry because he don’t fight (not even as a instinct, many soldiers keep their fight reflex even after years out the field).

His skills in gather and build, carring logs for hours, even with his brain damage, can be a hint that his basic training was as Quartermaster. Hear this definition: The Quartermaster Corps officer plans and directs the activities of Army units and organizations engaged in the acquisition, receipt, storage, preservation, and issue of equipment, repair parts, fortification/construction material, subsistence, petroleum products, water, and other general supplies.

And his “chilling instead watch the info” can be a hint that he is now from some branch related to Intelligence or Logistics.

So, my theory is: Robert ak Kelvin - Logistics Quartermaster Officer with a Degree in Brain Injury.

And I love him.