#pascal lore

[meirimerens]

do you happen to have any headcanons about pascal curious and nervous subject? or any other sims 2 character for that matter :p

you get answered with anon from like yesterday #oops i had stuff on my plate teehee but Yes.

the nervous subject:

as far as nervous' #deal is i like to go with the Sims 2 For PSP lore that he willingly (or "willingly" - in quotes to express the murkiness of willingness when you're broke as shit) went in with the Beakers because he needed coin. in my head, like many kids who age out of the foster care system, he found himself age 18 not really having anywhere to go (no contact with the family during his stay in foster care), not really having had the best environment to learn any skill, he tells himself well fml 🤷‍♂️ might as well.

related to his 10 active point i think he's strong as shit. does not look like it (macdonalds_napkin_flying_out_of_window.txt). also very endurant - not necessarily fast, but his ass would smoke everyone in a long-distance run because he can just keep going. this is Not A Great Thing in his current #predicament because that just means he recuperates pretty fast from the experiments and so they just keep happening with little downtime.

bruises easily. and a lot because his prioperception is kind of fried so he's got always a blue spot somewhere.

i've #made #him in my ts4 game with a crooked nose and nose scar (which i draw, the crookedness of the nose translates a bit less since i'm always drawing his ass three-quartered) and those i think he got in foster care. even if he exists with 0 nice point i think that's an Experiment thing, he is not truly a Dipshit, but he's very early become quite rowdy. got into a tussle. got his nose broken. "you should see the other guy". this is also very funny to me because one of my OC has that same broken nose+scar deal

on the topic of My OC Has This in my mind's eye he's got tha Y-shaped autopsy scar. hector I Would Like To Award You the Highest Honor I Can Bestow [scars like the weird lesbians of my mind] did not really die, still has it. he understands that's probably a Scary thing for people to see + his ass doesn nawwwt want to deal with the question so when his best fwiend and his two Unsuspecting brothers try to get him to join for a relaxing heatwave afternoon in the strangetown pool he's like "i don't want to take my shirt off [THINKS FAST] because i'm insecure about being bony" and they're like "that's fine man no pressure 👍" [clueless]

le pascal curieux:

on one hand the phrase "gayscal bicurious" i had in the tags of my art once makes me hysterical and i genuinely leep fucking repeating it out loud to myself so often. devilish echolalic sound. on the other it is genuinely funny to me to imagine him realizing years later "why the fuck do i have beef with this guy over his gf i don't even like women 😐😐😐😐🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️". he keeps the beef though makes him feel alive #hatermindset #scorpio

after nervous told him "i have some... weird... living arrangement... and my roommates don't like to hear me play music out loud" pascal started putting songs he thinks nervous would like on an mp3 player. nervous gives it back to him every once in a while and update him on his taste so pascal can add more songs next time they see each other.

now not to get too deep into the politics of the sims franchise's mpreg. a pregnancy narrative hates to see me coming. but in my head... while he's a loving father and is protective and kind and genuinely obsessed with his kid once they're born & tutti quanti towards his little scrunkly... i think he lived the pregnancy pretty Lukewarmly. he knew that it Could happen, but well. the household description does mention "[getting] more than they were "expecting."". i think until halfway there he was like 😬 and then the Weird Scientist Brain kicked in and he was like "this is an Experience". pascal curious I Would Like To Award You the Highest Honor I Can Bestow. Post-Partum Depression (jesting. unless?)

not new of a headcanon because i've drawn it so it's probably obvious I think he's the shortest of the brothers and a Reliable Resident of Stockytown #shawty

bringing together Buddy Erwin Lore and "In his free time, he practices home psychoanalysis" i know the inhabitants of strangerville hate to see him hang out by erwin's Listening Station and psychoanalyzing every word that comes out of the mouth of the people he's bugged #nosy

erwin detour because i have this to say:

he drives a two-toned (orange and white) 1980 chevy k30 crew cab. a beat-up thing that he loves so muchhhh. looks like this (but imagine Oinge and not tan/camel)

speaking of cars i have something for Lazlo:

drives a 1986-1988 buick riviera. a purble one. exactly. i see it for him for the little screen inside #vintage #slay

stoner. with peace and love and zero derogatory tone. he feels it makes him think. it does. tbh i see the three dabbling. you're telling me vidcund has this beautiful greenhouse and they don't grow cannabis in there? you know that post that's like. my homie was making edibles and discovered passion for baking now he's a baker. this did not happen to lazlo he knew how to cook and bake completely independantly. but it helps. they let nervous smoke with them and they see him blink normally for the first time.

Ophelia Nigmos my shayla....

she has a Motorola RAZR V3 for phone. it is DECKED to the heavens with stickers and stick-on gems and phone charms

2004 is prime and i mean primeeee pop-punk/emo era (hence why she looks #likethat tbh) and she's deeeep in that. like Simple Plan's "I'm Just A Kid" came out 2002 and i knowwww she's having that shit on LOOP on her mp3 player. due to the fact that She's Just A Kid And Her Life Is A Nightmare

the bloggerrrr i know she is blogging. idk what strangetown could have as a mirror to the 2000s-2010s french "Skyblog" [les vrais connaissent tmtc] but girl... is.... BLOGGING!!!! either a Livejournal or a Blogger.

i just realized how long this poast was #oops but Basically Yes.

[kociarz200rawr]

pasnerv wedding ^0^ i want them to be happy forever and explode

[mushgloomz]

moodboards & their titles (thanks to my homies that wanted to see them and inadvertently validated my hyperfixation ily @joelmillerisapunk @cuppajoel @letsgobarbs @bergamote-catsandbooks )

anticipation - dieter bravo x reader (rocky horror inspired)

dangers untold, hardships unnumbered - din djarin x reader (labyrinth inspired)

say ‘ahh’ - dave york x reader (little shop of horrors inspired)

electric ladyland - javi gutierrez x reader (hendrix inspired)

scriptures - joel miller x reader (fleabag inspired)

so yeah, these are all now added to my WIP list which continues to grow 🫦

[badguyjohn]

IT'S THEEEM

[evignonita]

EARLY STRANGETOWN

I'VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH EARLY STRANGETOWN FOR MONTHS, TO THE POINT THAT I COULDN'T WAIT TO DRAW SOMETHING DECENT ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!

I believe in the supremacy of Vidcund metalhead in adolescence, I want to talk about my hcs but huhhu3hi I don't want to infodump, I'm lazy

i didn't render the background, but let's ignore that

here is the sketch, i love it :333

[loregoddess]

has this been done before or...?

[pansy-picnics]

mom cass content is long overdue so i started a fic

[simpofhans]

Our beloved Sunshine Princess for @what-eats-owls, only a month after announcement of Rootbound!!! 😂😂😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷💕💕💕💜💜💜☀️☀️🦎🦎🪷🪷🏮🏮

I wait for this book so much 😭😭😭💕💜

[heathensimmer]

Hello, Simmers

Sorry I haven't been active with modding, I'm not doing so well mentally.

Probably why I'm building worlds ... my personal escapes.

I fixed up the roads in my recreation of Twinbrook from the Sims 3.

I guess you have to be really careful with selection of different road types in the new SimPe.

I built the City Hall and the plaza, and there is also a recreation of Sims 3 "Little Corsican Bistro" made by wonderful Sims 3 recreators up at the top. It needs to go in the green lot, but it can't because it's the wrong lot size! Any ideas? I don't think there's a way to fix this. Ima have to build Little Corsican Bistro again or as a last resort, stretch out the roads to the right and give the Bistro more space.

Mootilda’s LotAdjuster fixed it!!

Anyways, I have almost all of the pre-made households finished. They can't be seen from the above picture because I had to move them all out of the way of the road renovations!

The only household I did not create yet was the Iconic Curious household.

And what is the Sims 3 bio implying? Notzo's father apparently was going to discover something BIG at his science research job.

This could be the lore behind Twinbrook because when you resurrect dead Sims in Sims 3 Twinbrook, they all have pale green skin, they're basically swamp creatures.

But also, this could be a nod to eventual alien interactions. I am not quite sure.

Yes, in Twinbrook Sims 3, Notzo Curious is a toddler.

But if you remember from Sims 2 Strangetown, Pascal and Vidcund Curious have Notzo as an ancestor but he's supposedly dead and he died as an elder, which apparently does not line up with Sims 3 timeline .... he's allegedly their grandfather

So, that wouldn't work.

Unless ....

Twinbrook happened BEFORE Sunset Valley and Riverview etc etc.

Which lines up perfectly with my current narrative.

So far, I have played Sunset Valley to get a feel for 3t2 traits....

But Sunset Valley has to remain in the future. Bella Goth as a child does not exist yet....

My main two hoods are Roaring Heights and Twinbrook.

Twinbrook is underway...

My next project?

What should it be? What town comes next in Sims 2, Sims 3, and Sims 1 lore? What town was being built around the same time as Twinbrook? Strangetown lore people, help a brother out!!! There's sooo much lore and so little time ...

Here's what I have:

--Starlight Shores is like a monk's religious haven around this time ... not really ideal for building a recreation of yet.

--Twinbrook is rising in inventing ... Roaring Heights has architecture and film and poetry and class ... and technophobia ....

--Obviously, some of the supernatural hoods come to mind, but if I do Midnight Hollow, that means Olive Specter is a young adult and Nervous Subject is a toddler.

If Midnight Hollow happened way back then to fit for Notzo, then it becomes strange that Olive would only be an elder in Strangetown.

Thus, Midnight Hollow has to be built later.

I also need to work out Brandi Broke's timeline - Bob and Betty getting married, having her, her marriage to Skip Broke and how that fits with Bob and Betty Newbie being married and Childless in Sims 1!!!

But since there are no Sims 2 references in Appaloosa Plains, I think my sights are set on that ... Sun and Moon livestock, here I come!

Fascinating stuff.

Being a God is so hard.

I'll get back to research ....

[macabre-discotheque]

you guys are never gonna believe this

real ones will recognize them [walks away]

[letsgobarbs]

WHERE MY LORE STARTED MASTERLIST

Thank you @almostfoxglove for the tag for this is a fun little event @cuppajoel started.

You can find me talking a bit about these movies here.

Marcus Acacius | Jodha Akbar (2008)

more to come...

[kociarz200rawr]

Had this idea of Jenny and Circe chatting after work

...jenny girl run😭🙏

[mushgloomz]

Say 'Ahh'.

dentist!dave york x patient!reader (gender neutral)

• an: READ THE TAGS BEFORE PROCEEDING. I have included tags for anything and everything I can think of, but please be aware that this is a non-consensual, abuse of power piece of writing between FICTIONAL characters (Dave York x Reader). From the bottom of my heart, if you read this without heeding the warnings and tags, your discomfort is not my responsibility, nor are your triggers. @/firefly-graphics for the perfect dividers!

• tags: 18+ MDNI. Non-con. DDDNE (Dead Dove Do Not Eat). Needles, injections, IV use, dentistry, slapping, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, gagging, use of medications (lidocaine and twilight sedation/benzos), dark!character, abuse of power, one (1) use of 'sweetheart', language, spit, fear of dentists.

• wc: approx 2.9k

Dave loved his job. It made his family happy, paid well, gave back to the community in a meaningful way (unlike those pathetic annual fun-runs held by the town council). He wore his title with pride - David York, D.D.S.

Deft fingers lightly adjusted the small silver pin on the breast pocket of his jacket. Tooth shaped, naturally. He flashed a quick grin at his reflection in the sun visor mirror of his car; pristine rows of dazzling white teeth that did more for business than any marketing scheme.

Of all the noble intent one may have for entering the line of dentistry, so many failed to acknowledge the real allure; the very reason why Dave had committed so many years to the mastery of his skills.

Control.

Statistics would try to tell you that around half of the population had a fear of visiting the dentist. Dave knew better though. He saw it all - the anxious twiddle of thumbs in the waiting room, the minute beads of perspiration gathering across a person's hairline, the tick of a jaw as he called out a name with a charming smile.

No one enjoyed coming to see him at work, and he relished in it. With his returning patients, the fear lingered; the innate worry remaining ever-present even after being subject to his charm. Perhaps it was the vulnerability? The relegation of autonomy?

That’s what did it for Dave, at least. As he strolled through the doors of his practice, he gave a brief wave to the receptionist before turning his gaze to survey the patients dotted around on pleather chairs.

A bald man, sweating profusely, a hand at his jaw and brows furrowed. A woman wrestling a squirming toddler that she couldn’t seem to settle. Another man, a few years younger than himself; a mouth full of metal that no doubt chewed away at his cheeks, adding to the unsightly swelling of his lower face.

And then there was you.

Arms crossed over your chest, a leg bouncing up and down repeatedly. A single finger between your lips as you gnawed away at the skin of your nail bed. The epitome of apprehension; radiating trepidation. Something about the way you refused to meet his gaze, as if looking him in the eyes would make it all real, made Dave’s mouth water.

Walking out of the clinic’s lounge and into his operatory, Dave got to work. Suit jacket shrugged off and hung swiftly after; computer booted up and medical records printed. His routine never deviated - he moved with clinical precision, gathering equipment and PPE as if it were second nature.

The room itself was as white as the teeth he worked on, apart from the black leather furnishings - his own personal touch; he never could stand the flimsy plastic shit he’d been forced to endure during dental school. There was an aseptic quality to the very air of the clinic.

The next hour passed quickly enough as Dave worked on mouth after mouth, taking special care to ensure each patient saw the reflection of their own anxiety in the cold surgical steel instruments he wielded before their faces. He couldn't help himself - the more worked up they became, the more he enjoyed the task at hand.

Whilst finishing up some notes, a knock at the door echoed over the linoleum. Timid. Barely there.

"Come in."

The shuffle of footsteps reached his ears; back still turned to the door as he pulled up the next patient's records. New to the practice - new to the neighbourhood too it would seem, based on their previous clinic's location. The hinge of his chair creaked as he turned and there you were.

You were so quiet, so placid. And those lips, the bottom one quivering ever so slightly - fuck, he was going to get a semi just looking you over. Instead, Dave put on his signature grin, head tilting to one side as he stood, gesturing to the dental chair in the centre of the room.

"Please, take a seat; no need to be shy."

There was a hesitation to your movements, each step cautious as you slowly sidled your way over to the chair. He could feel the energy in the room building; thrumming the exact way he knew your heart would be against your ribcage. No doubt that the tension could be sliced clean in half with a single flourish of his dental bur.

As you rested your head against the sterile black leather, Dave clicked his tongue at you; a quiet, condescending sound predicating the words he spoke next.

"Think you can manage a few words to tell me why you're here today?"

The grin on his face remained as he leant over you, adjusting the chair until you were near enough horizontal. He preferred this angle with all of his patients; liked to watch the rapid rise and fall of their chests whilst he worked. In that regard, you were a real treat. "J-Just an annual check-up and clean", you'd murmured, stumbling over your words in the most delicious display of fear.

Dave plucked a pair of black latex gloves from a container set to one side, sliding each on with a squeak and a snap. He didn't fail to notice the way you'd flinched as the elastic pinged against his wrist - exquisite.

"Great - let's get started then, shall we?"

It was a formality more than a genuine question - he knew that from here on out, he held the power. Your pupils were so dilated that when Dave leant over you, he could see the reflection of his rolled shirt sleeves in the deep black pools.

"Open wide for me... that's it."

The plush pink expanse of your tongue glistened under the bright bulbs overheard, quivering as he moved the oral mirror toward the rows of pearly whites cocooning it. It wasn't much use - the hot, heavy breaths you seemed unable to control fogged up the tool. Fuck, if this wasn't the most inviting mouth he had ever peered into.

Removing the mirror and setting it to one side, a patronising smile breaching his features, Dave spoke softly.

"I make you nervous, don't I?"

He already knew the answer - of course he made you nervous. He just needed to hear it. Needed to diminish any sense of fight you might have left in you; to properly scare you into submission. Speaking it aloud made it real. "Y-Yes, I'm sorry, I-", you began to stammer out, but he cut you off mid-flow with a tut.

"Listen - have you ever heard of something called twilight sedation?"

The pitiful look of confusion that spread across your face - God, you got better and better with each passing minute.

"It's just a little injection, chills you out. Works nice and fast, and a lot of the time, people don't even remember their session with me afterwards."

He could practically hear the cogs whirring in your head. Mulling over such an appetising offer - the opportunity to relax and maybe, just maybe, forget the entire encounter. "I-Is that something I can h-have?", you all but squeaked. Music to his fucking ears.

"I think it would be for the best - I'll go get the IV and we'll get started, yeah?"

Ironically, Dave could feel his own heart rate begin to pick up as he discarded his gloves and headed out into the corridor toward the store room. The tension in the room was palpable when he returned, meticulously setting up the IV.

"Just a sharp scratch now, and... perfect."

It was moments like these that made the job all the more appealing.

Memories of watching nature documentaries with his daughters - the sadness in their eyes when they realised that whichever unsuspecting small creature was being observed by a much larger, hungrier animal. The slow pan of the camera as the predator moves in; the false sense of security snatched away in a flash of canines or claws.

That's the way the world works, my loves, he'd murmur as he consoled them, this is why it's so important to stay in control.

When your eyes became a little hazy, Dave knew he had you right where he wanted you. Not unconscious - he wasn't sick in the head. Just woozy, the benzo in your system lulling you into a comfortable heaviness. He wasn't going to hurt you, and you wouldn't remember any of this even if he did.

"How are you feeling?"

Flat. Cold. You blinked up at him slowly, contented. Such pretty eyes, even when they weren't overwhelmed with panic. He smiled, using a gloved thumb to coax your lips apart, leaning over to take another look; he was at work after all. Not even plaque marked your teeth - you were a dentist's wet dream.

Turning his back to you, he wheeled over a tray of equipment, speaking softly as he went. You were so placated after all, it seemed only right to make this a little easier for you.

"You've got a few issues cropping up, ones that I'd like to nip in the bud before they become major. I'm going to give you a few small injections along your gums to numb you up - don't want you getting all panicky again, do we?"

Your head tipped left to right ever so lethargically; a hum of agreement rumbling from your throat.

"Perfect. You're doing wonderfully. Now, say 'ahh' for me."

And you did, so obediently. Lidocaine syringe in hand, Dave got to work. Your little winces and hisses slowly disappeared as the numbing agent took affect - a shame really; the sound made his cock twitch in his slacks. A dozen pricks later and a steady stream of saliva was making its way out of the corner of your mouth.

Syringe deposited back on the stainless steel tray, he picked up the nozzle for the saliva ejector and set it into the hollow of your cheek. The machine was loud as it quickly dealt with the pooling spit at the back of your throat. Perfect. He'd need something to fill the silence.

He indulged himself, just for a moment - pressing a flat palm against his crotch and rubbing a few times whilst his back was turned once more. He needn’t have bothered - your sniveling display of fear was ample aphrodisiac for him; erection now straining against the material confines of his boxers.

The way your eyes widened as he turned around was the final nail in the coffin; adept fingers tugging at the leather belt at his hips. The sedative being drip-fed into your veins worked remarkably well - your fingers scrambling for purchase against the leather armrests of the chair, arms too heavy to lift. A warbled sound of protest rose from your chest and reached his ears as it bounced across the linoleum.

"Shh, you're in very capable hands. Just relax - I won't be long."

He cupped the back of your head with a tenderness so alien considering the circumstances, tilting it until your cheek was flush to the leather beneath it. Another murmur of sound as he pushed his boxers down; cock springing free. He couldn't help but think about how much smaller your mouth looked now that the leaking head of his length was there to directly compare.

Your attempt at closing your mouth was feeble; endearing. You couldn't even close your lips around the suction device still hanging between them - it didn't stop you from trying though. A quick flick of his wrist and your cheek came into contact with the powdered latex glove covering his left hand.

"See how that didn't hurt?"

One hand cradled the base of your skull, the other slowly pumping his cock as he shifted on his feet.

"Going to need you to open up for me now. Nice and wide."

As he spoke, he smeared the bead of pre-cum at his tip across those soft lips of yours. He could feel the way your neck flexed under his hand as you tried your best to writhe away; watched the tears prick instinctively in the corners of your eyes.

There wasn't much you could do to resist as he slowly sunk the weeping head of his cock past your lips, muffling the shrill whine of dismay that you let out. Honestly, he couldn't have made this easier for you - all you had to do was lay there and stay still after all. A rumble of satisfaction left Dave's mouth as he pushed further into your own.

You whimpered, eyes wide and glossy as he fed you inch after inch, the sound reverberating against him and doing little more than spurring him on. Your mouth was fucking divine - hot, slick and oh so soft. The gurgle of the saliva ejector, still flush to your inner cheek, blended with the grunts that Dave couldn't stifle.

"Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. Or don't - fuck - makes no difference to me."

He started to set a rhythm with his hips, hand still held firmly on the back of your head. When you gagged as he dipped into the back of your throat - Christ, it was all he could do to not spill his load there and then. The way the muscles of your neck contracted, trying in vain to keep him out as he continued to rock back and forth, clenching around him over and over.

Pulling all the way out for just a moment, you gasped and spluttered before he sank all the way back in with a groan. Your knuckles were taut against the armrests as he ensured your tonsils became well acquainted with the head of his cock. Each thrust against your tongue was dizzying, and he could feel himself quickly being won over by pleasure.

"Perfect fucking mouth, not much longer."

His words came out as a lusty hiss, hips beginning to stutter, barely retreating from the sanctuary of your throat. Why would he? If he wasn't meant to cum as far down it as possible, then why did it hug his dick so perfectly?

Using his free hand, he pulled the nozzle of the suction device from your mouth, flipping the switch and turning the machine off. No longer concealed by the thrum and whir of the ejector, the slick squelch of your mouth and the choked gurgles you let out echoed around the room. That was his undoing.

Pulling your head snug to his lower stomach, Dave buried himself as deep as possible before spilling down your throat with a shuddery groan. Your tear-stained eyes barely even blinked as he coated the inside of your mouth with his cum; completely zoned out and staring straight ahead.

As the aftershocks of his high ebbed away, he slowly pulled out of your mouth - not without admiring the pearly string of saliva connecting your tongue and his softening cock first. You coughed, your swollen lips glistening as you gulped in air. Dave couldn't help the giddy smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Wasn't so bad now, was it?"

Clinical professionalism resumed as he tucked his now flaccid dick back into his boxers, re-dressing without so much as a hair out of place.

"Let's get this IV detached - that's it, nice and easy."

The rosy hue from his cheeks dissipated as he worked. His heart rate settled as he changed his gloves once again. Work mode resumed with practiced ease for Dave. He slowly readjusted the dental chair, bringing your head up cautiously as if he hadn't just bruised the roof of your mouth with the vigor of his thrusts.

The glaze over your eyes from the sedative slowly but surely faded; the numbing effect of the lidocaine weakening - the way you stretched out your jaw, brow furrowed as you attempted to piece together the cause behind the ache that crept in, was a dead giveaway.

"How are you feeling?"

His tone was calm, collected. It had to be - he had to gauge how much you'd retained without arousing suspicion. "A little bit... woozy. What... what happened again?" - your slurred words elicited a wide smile on Dave's face.

"Had to do a little bit of scaling on some of your incisors. You did very well though, should be proud of yourself."

Ah, that delightful expression of misplaced pride on your face would be a highlight for the day; the perfect contrast to how utterly pathetic you had looked just moments prior. After a few minutes of reeling off the usual spiel, Dave gestured to the door with the same signature grin he had greeted you with. "Thank you - I've always struggled at the dentist; I'll have to recommend you to my friend, they're a real wuss as well", you chuckled.

Oh. You were just the gift that kept on giving, it seemed.

"Send them my way, by all means. Anyway, I'll see you in six months time - remember to floss!"

tag list (requested tags and people that showed interest when i posted my moodboards lol): @lilac-boo @joelmillerisapunk @letsgobarbs @itwasntimethatdidit40 @ohhoneypascal @clawdee @lectersimp

[theberriesncream]

mind talking about your black sapper oc? he inchrests me quite a lot :3

OMG I LOVE WHEN PPL DO THIS OMG I AM SO HAPPY!!!!

Well... I have two of them so ig I can talk about Boyd since I draw a lot of him. (Ambrose the Half-Zapper will have content I promise!)

TW: Slavery, Racism, Violence against POC, Blood and Bad hand-writing + bad grammar. (Friendly reminder! I AM NOT in favor of these types of behavior keep in mind this is for lore only. Also mentions of friends OCs who don't have a tumblr for different reasons.)

Boyd worked as an slave to harvest corn and be the carpenter for a wealthy family, all his life he was scorned and abused in various ways by its owner who had enough of him and sell him by a rich guy who thought he needed a personal slave to do things for him.

Boyd despises his new owner who was even worst than his previous one. If it wasn't for 4 men who had enough of the rich guy. One of them snapping out when he rich guy beat Boyd beacuse for an little accident. That man had enough and punched him repeatedly, Boyd was confused of how that man saved him form his owner and run away despite him being injured. After a long time the same man who punched his owner, who was there to help him. Boyd wasn't sure but he dosn't trust white men but this guy was different, he heal him and give him food. Along side his other friends arrived and they also helped Boyd. He never felt so comfortable with white men around but these guys seem to actually treat him like he was one of them.

One day, Boyd and a lot of Marines find a member of the 1st Infantry Regiment who had his head open, he didn't say to much other than scream about how his fellow armymen and a army of Redcoats where decapitated by a Hassian. A lot of them thinked he was crazy but Boyd and his new friends help him with his injury and decided to investigate. Leading to what happend in Road to Sleepy Hallow and Sleepy Hallow, (and yes the 1st Infantry Regiment soilder is the American Ferryman).

A time pass and Boyd, the 4 men and the guy who took care of, now becoming part of the Marines and a Redcoat member who survive the attack of the Headless horseman received a card. William H. Crawford needed to left Roscoff due a plage that was devastating the continent of Europe. And so the 7 Marines go to Old Europe to save Crawford form that plage.

I apologize for the whole yapping session it's just that I like Boyd so much lol! I hope u like this :3

[pascalsimblr]

BABE WAKE UP NEW CANON CURIOUS BROTHERS LORE JUST DROPPED

[coweringnarcissus]

something something... pascal's maxed out creativity skill... nervous got a philosophy degree and works as a psychic phone pal... pascal regularly goes to a coffee shop in the afternoons before his shift to work on his sci-fi novel... nervous frequently goes to this same coffee shop around two for breakfast... does it still count as slow burn if they encounter each other five times before pascal says something..? distinctly nervous (noun) small talk... lazlo and vidcund refuse to be his sounding board, so pascal gets the psychic agency's phone number off lazlo and calls during nervous' shift... pascal (unconvincingly) talks about his novel and worldbuilding ideas like he actually believes in them, and nervous (knowingly) plays along, asking him questions and bouncing ideas off of him... nervous eventually suspects during the phone call that this is the guy he spoke to earlier in the day whose been going to the same coffee shop as him, at the same time, for the past few weeks...