#oc: toshio

[kosmic-arts]

me and my friends were talking about what gemstones our ocs would be, and naturally i started thinking about hnk so i gemified my ocs :) ren is a hematite because obviously. he has blood powers toshio is an antarcticite because. i associate him with cold things and hes born in the winter anyway so. eh? theres more to it than that i promise-

[evenlyevi]

An old friend

[candilee-joestar]

My partner was so kind to me as to show me the Azure Elephant roaming about in the Empyreum Ishgard housing district.

[charliesinfern0]

akimi and toshio ^^

(og sketch and lore under the cut :3)

So in the Denki Mystery au Ai's name is Akimi Tachibana and she was an orphan and lived in Akatsuka Village when she was a kid. She was childhood friends with Toshio, but when she was 10 she moved away to Tokyo with her mother, who had not been in her life after she was born up until then. 12 years later, her mother passed away, having grown very ill over the years, and 2 years after that, Akimi had gotten an internship at the news outlet that Karatsugu works at after graduating college, where she studied art history and art restoration. One day, she overhears him talking about Akatsuka Village, and asks to join him in his investigation to see if she could maybe see Toshio again after 14 years.

Later its revealed that Akimi's mother is actually a Furutsubaki No Rei, a youkai that is a furutsubaki tree (also called the rose of the winter) that sometimes takes the form of a beautiful woman. Being away from the village was what caused her to fall ill and die, but her love for her child was what kept her alive for so long before that.

i had an idea that since Akimi is half youkai (though she doesnt know it yet), she has a sort of distaste for Ozo, since she can sort of tell that theres something off about him, that being that hes the most susceptible to the influence of the village (she always says that he's going to turn into an oni if he keeps on drinking so much sake). since she and Karatsugu are co-workers, they get along well, and she finds it the easiest to confide in him. He was the first to find out that she wanted to be a painter instead of a photographer for a newspaper. she finds Chorosuke to be a bit of a self-important asshole, but she admires his work in arranging flowers. Chorosuke finds her line of work to be invasive and unnecessary, and they often get into a bit of banter over their conflict of interest when it comes to that. Akimi and Hajime connect on their love of history, and he finds her in-depth knowledge on the subject (without being esoteric about it) to be refreshing. though, he swears he's seen her somewhere before... (that painting at the library, it's almost uncanny). Toshio hadn't been expecting Akimi to ever come back to the village, so their first meeting after 14 years was a bit awkward. they had both changed so much. they found it hard to hold a conversation, but after a while, they managed to become close once again. Takashi's cafe ends up being one of Akimi's favorite places to spend time in, and she finds it the perfect place to do research. she likes to bounce ideas and theories off of Takashi, and they sometimes manage to find new leads in the investigation (Karatsugu worries that he might be out of a job, but Takashi assures him that he's not leaving the cafe any time soon. it was his father's).

since like i havent found many translations for the event stories and sets and stuff i have just filling in a lot of the blanks with ideas that i just think are cool hehe but if anybody is super knowledgeable on denki mystery pls tell me everything!!! i need to know 0_0

[spxcedreamer]

I didn’t think I was going to rewatch a little bit of Shiki today. Soooo, I drew Kyoshio again.❤️

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In the anime version, he was 12 years old in the storyline. He survived with his father so he’s 18 now after everything that happened. :3

[sathielart]

Samara (The Ring) & Toshio (The Grudge) just being kids

[nakasumi-sims]

(I'm also putting their tags in so you can easily check who's who if I've posted them before)

[teeth-farie]

if it's still open can i request 5/fear with toshio? ^^ i love that man sm <3

Kinktober Day 5: Fear

Toshio/GN Reader

Dozens of polaroids are dropped onto the floor, your disgusted face an ironic mirroring of your peaceful one in the photos. “What is this?” You spit, the man before you cowering like a dog.

“I-I,” Toshio stammers, knees buckling. He never intended to get caught, these were just supposed to be for him. And yet…part of him likes how you found his nasty treasure trove. “You’re sick.” He only nods.

You scoff, arms crossed and lips in a snarl. “And you have nothing to say for yourself, huh? How about if I go to your boss and tell him all about where you go to spend your checks-“

“No!” Toshio shouts, dropping to his knees and gripping onto your pants. “Please! Anything but that!”

The look on his face is one you’ve never seen before. It’s true fear. The way his eyebrows furrow and his face has fallen pale. “That’s what does it, huh? You’re scared of losing that stuck up office job?” You shove his head back and tug his hair around. Toshio whimpers. “Please…I can’t get fired- then I’ll- then I’ll lose everything- I’ll lose y-“

“Oh shut up.” You dig your knee right into his gut, punching the air from his chest and forcing him lower to the ground. Toshio gasps like a fish out of water.

His hands brace on the ground and he lowers his head until his face is pressing against the cold linoleum. Toshio grovels. “Please..” he cries, daring to lift his face just enough to press a shaking kiss to your boot.

You grimace, twitching your toe up and bumping the sleek leather against his nose. “You want forgiveness so bad you’ll kiss my boot?”

“Y-Yes master- I’d-I’d do anything for your forgiveness master,”

“Then,” you tap your boot against his lips, knocking gently against his teeth. “You better kiss until your lips are sore, bitch.”

[pistachi0art]

Neglected to post my annual jjba oc pic from 2022 here sorry 🦇

[krismartini]

I updated my OC's ref sheet for the first time in like 7 years! I'm working on a webcomic featuring this hanssum boy :>

[kosmic-arts]

moonlight 🌘

[evenlyevi]

Haunt

[candilee-joestar]

Got a new sketchbook so I had to test it out. The ink spread is pretty bad, but I got to doodle some blorbos so, not all bad.

[tsukimefuku]

Right, wrong and the in-between (Part 3)

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You and Higuruma were assigned to investigate the disappearance of women around Shinjuku. This led to a dicey situation regarding what place Jujutsu sorcerers occupy in this world and what is their role to play when non-sorcerers get involved.

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". There is currently a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)  The "Right, wrong and the in-between" will be a 4 (maybe 3) part short-story set in this AU. I hope you enjoy! The tags below will be applicable to every chapter.

Tags: oc/f!reader, soft/implied Higuruma x reader, soft/implied Nanami x reader, slow burn, mentions of violence and non-con/abuse among side characters, canon typical violence, some angst, some fluff, just characters being themselves driving the plot (and me) insane. Some philosophical debate will be in place.

WC: 2.7k

NECESSARY DISCLAIMER: This chapter is DARK and involves depictions of death and hints of s*x*al abuse. If you do not wish to read this part, you can jump to the "+++" sign below and read from there.

"Here you go, princess!" Toshio said, throwing you inside a very dark room. You had both of your hands tied to your back, and your feet were tied together as well. This room was right beside the interrogation office they had you in moments earlier, and you suspected this was in one of the buildings internally connected to the club. "Behave, or I'll fuck you up, got it?" He warned, right before slamming the door, and yelling for Yukiko. You figured that was the woman's name.

Propping yourself to seat upwards, you scanned around the room, as you could barely make out anything, but the stench was even worse inside this place than it was previously. There seemed to be some mattresses spread across the floor, and that was when you saw them — the kidnapped women laying over the mattresses.

According to Jujutsu Tech's reports, there had been 5 women kidnapped (6 if you counted the one you and Higuruma saw), but you could only make out 3 that were actually laying on their beds, and from what you could tell, they were covered solely with a paper thin white blanket. They seemed to be drugged, since none of them reacted when you were thrown inside the confined space. As you were searching for the remaining three women, it suddenly struck you, sending ice-cold shivers down your spine. Oh, no.

The smell. 

You fought back the urge you had to throw up, as you saw a mass that could amount to three bodies, all stacked together, barely covered by a black tarp. "Oh my God!" You exclaimed. This was bad, very bad, and you had to get out of there as soon as possible. Shit, shit! Fuck! It was everything you could think at this very moment.

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"H-Hey." A tiny voice muttered from one of the mattresses on the floor. You looked its way, and it was the girl you and Higuruma had seen earlier that day. She still had her clothes on, maybe because they didn't have the time yet to do anything to her. The woman crawled her way to you, with some difficulty, and tried to sit beside you, having to remain supported by her two arms on the front of her body.

"Hey." You answered. "What is your name?"

"It's... My name... I'm Kaoru." She was clearly still loopy.

"I'm here to save you girls." You answered. "But I'm going to need your help."

She was waning off slowly. 

"Hey!" You whispered strongly in her direction, eliciting a slight eye widening from her. "Kaoru, I'm going to need your help for untying myself."

"You untie yourself?" She asked, puzzled. "That hag, she told me to follow her, and then..." She sighed deeply. "What then?"

This was pointless, she was still completely useless. You started to look around and see if there was absolutely anything you could use in order to cut the ropes they had used to immobilize you, but apart from the darkness, there didn't seem to be anything helpful inside that bedroom. You had to use your technique, it was the only way, but you were afraid — and rightfully so — of making too much noise with a tiny grenade and bestow upon these women and yourself the wrath of the duo. 

"Shit. What the fuck can I do?" You muttered to yourself. You finally had the idea to lay over your arms, right on top of one of the mattresses, and just pray it would be silent enough not to garner any unwanted attention.

Taking a deep breath, you laid yourself on your back and slowly pushed yourself through the ground, using your tied up legs and elbows, towards a mattress. Then, you managed to squiggle your way on top of it, and held your breath as you summed the tiniest grenade you could, just to rupture the rope keeping your hands together.

It was a little louder than expected. You heard footsteps in the room's direction and the door bust open, revealing Toshio's worked up face. "What the fuck are you doing?" 

"I was trying to lay on the mattress and I fell." You said, as it was the first thing to pop into your mind.

He walked towards you and slapped you viciously across your face, managing to somehow hit your ear as well, leaving you to see stars and temporarily deaf on that side, as a ringing echoed all throughout your skull. "Be quiet, or I'll do a lot worse, princess." He said, puling on your shirt disgustingly. You mustered all your strength to not spit in his face as he got up and made his way out, slamming the door loudly yet again. You were relieved, though, for your plan had worked, and you managed to liberate your arms from the cords contraption the hag had conceived.

Now, prioritize. Cursed speech user, so I have to- you started looking for anything you could use to stuff inside your ear. One of the mattresses had some holes with foam bursting through the seams. You quickly grabbed two fairly sized balls of that white plush and jammed them inside your ears, before doing absolutely anything else. Now sensory deprived, you swiftly started looking for the end of the knot where your legs were tied, and it was a pretty difficult task that took at least 10 minutes to complete. 

You got up, grabbed Kaoru and laid her on the mattress. "I'll be back for you, okay?"

She nodded as she dozed off. 

You then went to at least check on the other women, and it was as you thought. They were covered in bruises, bites, cuts and scratches, completely unclothed under the sheets and doped beyond anything you could do to help all of them currently. You inhaled deeply, and absolute rage took over your body.

***

Nanami and Higuruma were making their way around the block, walking silently beside each other, and the tension in the air was thick enough to be cut with a knife. It was already dark, and the streets were incredibly crowded with gamblers, drunk people and those looking for something else in the red-light district. However, no one dared to approach them offering any kind of service — probably because of Nanami's energy of fury, which was simmering just under a nonchalant expression.

"So, cursed speech technique. It really doesn't work if you can't hear what is being said?" Higuruma asked.

"Yes, it doesn't. When we arrive, insert the cotton balls inside your ears as deep as you’re able to, in order to properly isolate noise." Nanami replied.

They went to the rendezvous ahead of schedule. Since these people were clearly idiots and had no idea what they were doing, there was a pretty great chance that they provided the address to their current location as the place to hold this meet up. Nanami and Higuruma's thinking soon would prove to be very right.

Both men, when they got to the address, found themselves in front of a simple wooden door with two sets of locks. Higuruma started looking around for another way inside. 

"What are you… currently engaged in?" Nanami questioned him.

"This door is clearly locked. I'm looking for another way inside the building." Higuruma explained.

Nanami sighed, promptly grabbing his blunt blade and completely destroying both of the locks on the door with one single hit, pushing the door inside. "Our path is clear now. Follow me." He said, stepping inside the narrow corridor. Some people stared and them, and Higuruma took note of that.

"Discreet." Higuruma stated.

Nanami stopped in his tracks, not turning to face Higuruma as he spoke, forming a wall between the former lawyer and the rest of the way. "I strongly suggest you keep that attitude in check for the time being. Someone is in harm’s way, and it is your responsibility, yet another time."

Higuruma scoffed, knowing all too well that explaining anything right then would be a complete waste of their time, as both made their way up the stairs.

Then, Nanami and Higuruma fit the cotton balls inside their ears.

***

Suddenly, there was a loud noise of something breaking outside, and you heard Nanami's voice calling for you. That was your queue.

You opened the door, already bearing one grenade inside your palm, the one with the corrosive element within. Toshio tried to body slam Higuruma, and was gaveled away across the hallway, landing right beside the door to the women's cubicle.

The woman came running and screaming something you couldn't make out thanks to the foam you stacked inside your ears, and you jumped in her direction, choking her from behind and shoving your corrosive grenade inside her mouth, letting it explode —  the explosion was minimal, just to liberate the substance inside her mouth. Yukiko grabbed her neck with both her hands, falling to the ground, seemingly choking. Sighing, you kneeled beside her and RCT'd her throat, just so she wouldn't die, but the sigil in her tongue was destroyed, and so was her ability to manipulate any of you with cursed speech. 

You got up and walked back to the door, opening it, seeing Toshio laid on the ground completely unconscious. You kicked the guy, and while kicking him, didn't derive half as much satisfaction as you hoped to. Kaoru had managed to drag herself near the door, and you looked at her, laying beside that man. Your stomach turned unpleasantly.

Nanami and Higuruma started to make their way to meet you, but you signaled for them to stop.

"Don't come. There are women in here, the victims. They're... Just- don't come near. Let's preserve whatever dignity they still have left after this pigdid what he did to them." You kicked him again, this time in the stomach, and the man jolted awake in a world of pain. "Good. I hope you feel it and I hope it hurts."

You walked across the hallway and looked at Nanami and Higuruma. They both seemed slightly surprised as they took a closer look at you, and it was puzzling — was your face...? There was a small dirty mirror hanging near you, and then you saw. Nearly half of your face was covered in bruising, and there was no pain probably due to adrenalin.

Unexpectedly, you heard quick footsteps making their way towards the exit, and you three realized at the same time it was Toshio. Faster than you could think, you conjured and threw a grenade right above the door, letting all the rocks come tumbling down and blocking the way out. The man was terrified, but one of the rocks hit him in the head, rendering him unconscious yet again.

You felt numb, abused, invaded and infuriated like you had never before in your entire life. You conjured up a massive grenade in your hand and started to walk towards Toshio, blinded with murderous intent.

Nanami saw you conjuring it and promptly grabbed your arm, pulling you back. "What do you intend to do?" He questioned you. His grip was firm, but wasn't hurtful at all. He was completely in control, especially now that the crisis was averted, as it was to be expected of Nanami.

You looked back at him with the emptiest eyes you had ever showed up until this point. "What does it look like? I'm going to kill him."

"No, you are not." Nanami replied.

"Nanami, let go of my arm. I mean it." You growled, turning to face him.

"Unfortunately, I cannot oblige to such a request. We're not murderers, and we certainly do not take the lives of non-sorcerers. That is not what we came here to do."

"Are you really going to protect a rapist murderer piece of shit because he's a non-sorcerer? Seriously?" You were hanging for dear life to every little piece of respect, admiration, and affection you had for Nanami in order to not yell at him that moment. "Those women in there are mutilated!"

"You seem to be mistaken. I'm not protecting this man," Nanami said, gravely, "I'm protecting you."

You scoffed, completely incredulous.

"It won't make a difference." Higuruma interjected. "These charges alone — rape, aggravated assault, multiple murders and possibly even sex trafficking — would probably elicit a death penalty for this man. The evidence against him is abundant."

Nanami sighed. "Your input is unnecessary and unsolicited." Nanami made absolutely no effort to hide his distaste for Higuruma at that moment, and the former lawyer noticed it, simply scoffing in response.

"So you think the existence of a Court to prosecute this man is unnecessary?" Nanami questioned.

"Oh, I don't think that. I know it." Higuruma retorted. "He'll surely be prosecuted and convicted, sentenced to capital punishment for his crimes regardless of his defense. It's just a matter of deciding how and when he dies."

"We are jujutsu sorcerers, not judges, nor executioners." Nanami answered sternly.

"I beg to differ." Higuruma replied. "When we kill curse users, we're executioners, whether you like it or not."

"We only kill at sight already sentenced individuals, and in extremely specific scenarios, unless we're acting in self-defense." Nanami pointed out. "And it's beyond our scope dealing with regular citizens. We're jujutsu sorcerers, remember that."

"Nanami, you keep saying that like it has some inherent meaning!" You said, angrily. "What does that mean to you?"

He sighed, turning his gaze to you. "It means our role is not to choose what happens to non-sorcerers that get themselves involved with these situations. We have our role, and the judiciary system as well as other systems in place have theirs."

You grunted, and angrily pulled your arm from his grip. "Fine. I don't think I'm suited for this jujutsu sorcery bullshit, then."

"Do you intend on becoming a vigilante curse user?" He asked, standing between you and Toshio's unconscious body on the ground. His gaze was razor-sharp, and he clearly demanded an answer from you.

"No. I-" You were coming back to yourself, and diverted from his locked gaze on you to stare at the innocent woman who was drugged up by the door. "I just can't look away and do nothing because things that go beyond killing curses and fighting curse users are outside of my role." You walked towards Kaoru, kneeled beside her, and started to RCT her back to consciousness. "I'm not that kind of person, nor will I ever be."

Higuruma and Nanami were standing silently, for none of them had an answer to what you had just said.

"I will not ignore the people that get harmed along the way, and I will not cease to try helping the people I can outside from exorcizing curses and stopping curse users."

"You can't save every person in need of aid." Nanami pointed out, matter-of-factly.

"I didn't say I intend to, I'm not a naive child nor do I have some savior complex. But I'll help those I can and try to mitigate the ugly consequences stemming from our job. Otherwise, being here and working for Jujutsu High would just mean I'm wasting my time. I want a new Jujutsu world-" you remembered your conversation with Gojo, months prior, as you heard his words spill out of your mouth, "and I can't do that if I just stick to my designated role. I can and will do more than that."

He sighed, and Higuruma was attentively watching the both of you. Higuruma was right about you, after all. You were definitely not a cynical person. And he felt, as he heard you speak, that neither was he.

"If you got any problem with that, Nanami, take it up with whomever you need to." You said, ending the discussion.

Nanami sighed as he crossed his arms and relaxed his shoulders. "I won't file any complaint of the sort." He pondered for a moment, and grabbed his phone. "I'll call an ambulance and the police right now. We should leave before they arrive." 

"Hm...?" You heard Kaoru humming softly as she started to wake up.

"Hey." You said, looking at her. "You're safe now."

Tears started streaming down her face, as she held your hand that laid on her chest. "Thank you."

Next chapter will be the epilogue. There will be a lot of dialogue and interesting stances on the JJK world from our trio.

[brandstifter-sys]

Coach

For @dukexietyweek Day 8: Kids              (Ao3) (login required)

Word Count: 1786

Rating: T

Characters: Virgil, Remus, Roman, Andy (TS Shorts Anxiety), OCs, Pattong (mentioned)

Warnings: mentions of toxic parents, death mention, sex mention

Virgil is one of the best coaches the local Little League has, and the kids love him. And so does one of their older brothers. And why wouldn’t Remus adore the one person more than willing to help him with Roman after losing their parents?

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"Alright, bring it in!" Virgil shouted to his team. It was almost time for the first game of the season and he wanted to make sure his kids were ready. 

About a dozen kids flocked to his dugout from the field, ready for the first huddle of the season. He was already proud of these kids, all between 10 and 11 years old. They had spirit and they trusted him to keep the team in line and in good spirits. 

"Great warm up out there. Now we're fielding first. Andy, you think you can pitch this inning?" Virgil said and eyed his cousin.

"No." 

"Alright, do you want to pitch at all for this game?" 

"No." 

"Okay. So you, Mike, and Damian won't go on the mound. That makes this easier. Davis, you're pitching first. Mike, left. Abdul, center. Wayne, right. Carlos, first. Andy, second. Roman, shortstop. Demitri, third. Toshio, catcher—Coach Pat will help you suit up. Damian, Benny, you're on the bench for now." 

"I don't want to be left field!" Mike complained. He was the difficult one. He wanted to be the star. The hero. 

"Everyone is going to be in every position at least three times. It's important to know how to play in different positions so you know what to expect from your team." 

"But we won't win if I'm in the outfield!" 

"That's not true, and we don't have to win. Little League is more like training. We're here to play, to learn how to be a team," Virgil said calmly, "it's no fun if you only care about winning." 

"My dad is gonna be mad." 

"If we don't win, I'll talk to him. And that goes for all of you, if you're scared that your parents will be mad, I'll talk to them. Now, who's ready to play ball?" 

The kids cheered, bringing a smile to his face. 

"Hands in, on three," he said and held his hand out, palm down. The kids slapped their own hands in with his and counted with him, except for Damian. He was keeping his distance.

"One! Two! Three! Jumpers!" 

Virgil smiled at the kids who ran onto the field. Or to the bat box in Toshio's case.  Then he eyed Damian and Benny. 

"Benny, there's some granola bars and apple slices in this backpack , take it slow so you don't get an upset stomach. And I won't send you out there until you're less dizzy," he said and crouched by the bench to get something out of his bag. It was an oral thermometer. He stepped out of the dugout and approached Damian.

"Stick this under your tongue and have a seat," he told Damian, "I know you want to be out there, or at least watching, but I have to send you home if you have a fever or if you throw up."

"But I wanna be here for my friends," Damian pouted and stuck the thermometer under his tongue without sitting down on the grass or the nearest bench. 

"You've got the spirit, Champ. And I don't want to discourage that. I also don't want you to get sicker by being out here. Sometimes the best way to support your team is to take care of yourself." 

The thermometer beeped. Virgil slipped it out of the boy's mouth and read it. 103°F. 

"Is your mom here?" 

Damian nodded. 

"You need to go home and rest. You have a high fever," Virgil told him, "I'll make sure you get to her." 

Damian was unhappy as he and Virgil headed for the bleachers. The poor kid was such a great team player, he felt bad that he couldn't stay. 

The bleachers were intimidating, full of rambunctious family members. Virgil didn't like having to go near them if he could help it. He was glad to see Damian's mother on the lowest bench, chatting with Roman's brother, Remus, a wily man with a mustache, about her hair routine. She always had a way of making her tight coils look incredible.

"Momma," Damian said softly, getting her attention. 

"What's wrong, Baby?" 

"Coach Virgil said I need to go home," Damian said and pouted, on the verge of tears. His mother turned her gaze on him, ready to fight him for making her baby cry.

"He has a temperature," Virgil admitted and held up the thermometer, "I know he wants to stay for the team, but I can't let him stay like this." 

"I want to stay!" Damian sobbed. Virgil knelt by him and rubbed his back. 

"You gotta take care of yourself, Champ, even if it makes you a little sad. There'll be other games and we'll be happy to have you feeling better on the field." 

Damian nodded and dried his eyes. Virgil offered him an understanding smile and got up. 

"Thank you, Virgil. I'm sorry for the mess." 

"There's no mess, don't worry. It's great to have someone this dedicated on the team," Virgil said shyly, "But I'll let you get going. Drive safe." 

After a quick goodbye, Virgil went back to the dugout to douse his hands in hand sanitizer and to make sure Benny wasn't shaking anymore. He didn't realize that someone was watching him like a hawk from the bleachers. 

"Look alive out there!" he called to the outfielders as the next batter came up. He knew the kid, Phil, was actually really good at hitting the ball. 

"Thanks, coach," Benny said when Virgil sat down next to him. 

"I can't let anyone on my team go hungry," Virgil said and grabbed his clipboard, "Which is why I want you to put this in your bat bag and give it to your mom." He pulled an envelope from the clipboard and handed it to the kid. 

"What is it?" 

"A gift card for the grocery store. Let's keep it a secret between us," he said and started writing things down. Benny hugged him and hurried to hide his present. 

Virgil smiled to himself and watched the game. These kids made the extra work worthwhile.

.

The game itself was pretty standard without too many incidents. Virgil was so glad he didn't have to fight with angry parents over the ump's calls. Even if they didn't win, his team played well. 

"You guys did great out there today," Virgil said in the team's last huddle, "You're really coming together as a team and I'm proud of all of you. Now go get some rest and relax, you earned it. I'll see you on Tuesday for practice." 

He broke the huddle and his team scattered, except for Andy and Roman. 

"Hey, Squirt, can you get the bases and bring them to Coach Pat?" Virgil asked and started packing up. Andy rolled his eyes and trudged onto the field. 

"What can I do, Coach Virgil?" Roman asked brightly. 

"You don't have to do anything, I know your brother is here and probably wants to go home." 

"He says he needs to talk to you," Roman pouted, "And he doesn't shut up. I don't wanna be bored." 

Virgil's eyebrows rose slightly. Remus needed to talk to him? What could that feral babe need from him? Roman seemed to love being on his team and he was doing good. It wasn't like he had any reason to need to talk with a boring baseball coach. He could understand Remus might want to talk to him, they were best friends and they acted like boyfriends, and they spent a lot of time watching Roman. But need set off alarm bells. 

"You can check the field for any balls. You don't have to go far, or you can see if Coach Pat wants help," Virgil said, "I'll try to make this quick." 

Roman beamed at him and ran off to help. Virgil took a moment to finish packing and lean against the fence to calm his nerves. Remus probably wasn't going to yell at him for anything. He was probably just going to talk about Roman. It would be fine. 

"Hey there, Coach" an imp purred by his ear, "wanna show me your bat and balls?"

Virgil yelped and spun around. Remus was leaning forward, holding the fence and arching his back coyly. He was grinning and taunting Virgil with his sparkling eyes. 

"Jeez, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Virgil huffed and tried not to stare. Remus looked good in his low rise jeans, neon green shredded crop-top, and spiked leather jacket. 

"Nope!" Remus giggled, "You're just so cute when you're startled!" 

"Ro said you need to talk to me?" 

"Yeah! Are you busy tonight?" 

"Why?" Virgil asked and picked up Andy's bat bag and his own. 

"Do you want to get dinner and watch old horror movies at my place? Roman is sleeping over with Phil and it won't smell like formaldehyde or anything!" Remus grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. If he weren't an embalmer, Virgil would have questions for Remus. 

"Depends. Is there more to it than cuddles?" 

"Only if you're my boyfriend," Remus hummed, "Because I was planning on asking you anyway." 

Virgil blushed and rubbed his neck. 

"If you're sure." 

"Yeah! Do you want to make things official?" Remus asked with a little shimmy. 

"We don't have to kiss, do we?" 

"Only if you want to!" 

Virgil stepped out of the dugout and coaxed Remus away from the fence. The little imp was grinning and bouncing on his heels. He was so cute. Virgil couldn't resist kissing his forehead. 

"I'll stop by after work and I'll bring Chinese food," he said with a smirk. 

"Tease!" Remus huffed and grabbed his shirt. He dragged Virgil into a surprisingly chaste smooch. 

"Gross!" Andy complained as he and Roman trudged over to them, both eager to leave.

"It could be grosser!" Remus teased, "I could accidentally sneeze on him too!" 

"That's way grosser," Virgil agreed and rolled his eyes. 

"Can we go home now?" Roman asked, glancing between the pair. 

"Sure! Don't want to stop and say hi to mom and dad?" Remus asked. Roman shook his head. He didn't want to go to the cemetery. He wanted to shower and then spend the night with Phil and play video games. Remus was more than okay with that. 

"Alright, then let's go!" 

"See you tonight," Virgil said as Remus left with Roman. Then he turned his attention to Andy, who was picking up the backpack.

"Ready, Squirt?" 

"Yeah. Are you and Remus dating?" 

"We are now." 

"Mom owes me 10 bucks. she said you wouldn't get together before I turn 11," Andy said mostly to himself. Virgil sighed and shook his head. He would have to have a talk with his aunt later.

[nikkeisimmer]

Periodically, I have to rebuild my #Sims3 game...due to computer crashes and inevitably...end up losing my JAG Sims. That is MY way of continuing JAG as far as the fact that I didn't like the way that NCIS continued the JAG storyline

So hence the reason why I create Harm, Mac, Meg, A.J. and my OCs in the Sims 3.

It is partly frustrating because of the limitations of the game and Create-A-Sim to try to make the characters entirely true-to-RL proportions. The fact that the game renders ALL sims at same height means that Animal is 6'4" the same as Harm. They're all frickin' tall.

Looks like I gotta lot of work cut out for me. There are some characters missing from this picture. Namely the characters in the first season.

Namely Meg.

I'll probably be doing this for quite some time since I want to get the facial features of each sim absolutely correct to the TV show's actors. Secondly to start off, I'm not going to dive right into the JAG show's characters, I'm going to delve into my OCs from my JAG fanfiction. The first being Commander Kimber "Jugs" Benton, the XO of VF-41 Black Aces, then I'll work slowly into my OC Commander Toshio "Animal" Nakamura. Those will be the first two sims I create from MY JAG fanfiction. Then I'll get into the other characters like Lieutenant Commander Meg Austin, Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. and Major Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie.

I've created Captain Kimber "Jugs" Benton. I miss my Navy Uniforms I made for my JAG Sims - unfortunately GIMP is a royal pain to work with trying to get transparencies and I currently don't want to make the effort of doing them up in uniform at the moment so in civvies they'll be.

I worked on what would be "Admiral" Toshio "Animal" Nakamura, retired Navy Admiral, former Chief of Naval Operations and Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and former F-14 Tomcat naval aviator. I think he's pretty much the way that I want him to be. He's not a handsome guy, been a part of some pretty nasty bar-brawls and bears the scars of such altercations. He's tough as nails. And I can either have him (depending on the story) go with Jugs or with Meg. I've set him up as an "adult"; not a young adult, so I can either have him go "young adult" for anything between Lieutenant and Captain (O-6) vs. adult for "Rear Admiral lower-half through Fleet Admiral"

NOW, I can go on to the next group of sims that I have to do in order to get my JAGSims back. I'm going onto Commander (now Captain) Harmon Rabb Jr. The toughest part of getting Harm correct in The Sims is trying to find a confounded picture that has David James Elliott NOT smiling and facing the camera straight on. Does he EVER not smile in his pictures? Why? Because what that expression does, is it crinkles his eyes and makes me unable to get a proper read on what his eyes look like in a relaxed position. It affects the true shape of his eyes and makes it harder to get a true image of what he looks like.

…and just letting you know…right now creating Harmon Rabb Jr. is DRIVING ME EFFIN' INSANE!!! He's NOT COOPERATING!!! 🤬

Like I mean...I shouldn't be surprised. I've watched the TV show. When is Mr. Rabb NOT not co-operating?

OK...I got my sliders working and I've now gotten Meg Austin done.

Trying to get the eyes right is the big problem with dealing with Meg and the sliders when finally configured correctly did a large part of getting them as close to "Tracy Needham" (the actress who played Meg Austin in JAG) as possible.

(this post will be continued...at a later date once I get my cc sliders configured).