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ofliarsandlovers · 11 hours

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(Angela Bassett, 57, cis-female, she/her) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that CORDELIA KING is a HISTORY PROFESSOR that works in SECTOR 5. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of NECROMANCY. That must be why they’re EASY-GOING and CRYPTIC. If you ask me, they remind me of the heavy silence that surrounds you in a tomb, dust particles floating in a sunbeam and the nostalgic laughter of an old friend. They are affiliated with THE DAMNED.

basic information:

character name: Cordelia Magdalene King nickname (s): King, Cor face claim: Angela Bassett mutation status: Gen I birthday: November 9th sexuality: Bisexual moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral occupation: Professor of History work sector: 5 affiliation: The Damned 3 positive traits: Easy-Going, Intuitive, Diligent 3 negative traits: Cryptic, Resentful, Unethical biography (optional): tbc

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement? “I was born in a settlement quite a ways from here. I moved here for my work and it's pleasant enough.” do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not? “I'm sure they have the interests of the people at heart. But not my people. So, no.” if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not? “I've always been interested in the past, what was before all this. It's almost like a hunger in my chest, for answers to the questions that we've been searching for all these years. I love my job and I love teaching these kids about the subjects they may not have heard about without me.” what’s one object that they always keep on their person? Her wedding ring, from her marriage to her deceased husband.

(mutant only section)

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)? Necromancy. The power to utilize magic involving the dead, death-force and/or souls. are they gen i or gen ii? Gen I what can your character do? what are their strengths?

She has powers that revolve around manipulating the dead, death, the death-force and/or souls for good (i.e., resurrecting the dead) or evil. She can also communicate with the deceased – either by summoning their spirit as an apparition or raising them bodily – for the purpose of divination, imparting the means to foretell future events or discover hidden knowledge. She is able to resurrect the dead to varying to degrees, from shambling corpses to conscious zombies to even complete Resurrection. Many practitioners find a way to cheat death one way or another, whether by becoming some form of undead creature or by bypassing their own ability to die. what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses? She cannot communicate with souls that have passed on, nor can she reanimate completely destroyed/cremated corpses. is there anything else you’d like to specify about them? Due to her being a Gen I mutant, her appearance somewhat diverges from regular folk. Her eyes are completely coal black and her hands and feet are slightly larger and more skeletal than normal. Her nails are naturally thicker and sharper also.

#armatask ; 001 #armatask #hark! my angels * of musings #what visionary splendour! ' visage #Cordelia King ; introductions

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potential-fate · 1 year

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About Me // SIMBLR Edition

technically tagged by @pralinesims lmaooo

Rules: You can use any sims game to answer these questions!

since I am a multi-game player I'm gonna make a mess of this :))))

Your 3 traits: gloomy, Socially Awkward, Geek (ig. I had a hard time choosing tbh. I've never bothered to make a self sim so I've never thought about it.) for ts2, I'd put myself down as a pleasure/knowledge sim. 😌

Your aspiration: Probably Rennaissance Sim, for ts2, I'd choose "Reach Maximum Enthusiasm in 5 Hobbies" from the 50 LTW mod. (becuase gods we needed more options I refuse to choose from the vanilla ones.)

In-game world you'd live in: Moonwood Mill, Forgotten Hollow, or maybe Strangerville.

Favorite townie(s): The Villareals or the Vatores and Morgyn from ts4. TS2 uhm.... oh man it's harder to choose. Alexander Goth, Ripp Grunt, and Angela Pleasant. probably. I'm not set on those though.

Most used pack(s): ts2 is pretty equal since there's not as many. the only one I don't really use at all is bon voyage. (the last time I took my sims on a vacation was probably 3 weeks after the ep came out :))) ) TS4.... werewolves. strangerville. country living. probably. I like the newer high school pack too.

Favorite decor object: for ts4 idk. unfortunately my game lags like fuck when I try to build so I don't really. ts2.... the little set of 3 vases on wooden stands? I use those a TON.

Something you want in the game: eh, I don't think about it much for ts4. a proper city pack? probably. ts2? there's plenty but it doesn't matter. a more in depth mod that allows drinking/drug use with actual effects. (there is one, I just wish it was more than it is.)

What color is your plumbob right now? hm. yellow orange? I have a headache and I haven't slept truly well in like a year so. :') but my other needs bars are decent lol.

UHM. Tagging @luverofralts, @pixelatedpanic, and @nappe-plays-the-sims if they wanna do it.

#my posts #tag game

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pleasantstrangetown · 6 months

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I have lowkey given up on the Oldie's. Their round was so boring, it makes me not want to play them and just slowly age them up until they die or something. I hate playing old people and single sim households so much(unless there's like hella action)

I know countless people have moved Lilith into the Oldie's or have them adopt but they're still boring like that. Herb's just a cheater and I don't feel like playing an old man cheater. I was going to move them into the Pleasant's household so there's like one less household and I could still play them a bit but we'll see? Maybe I could Angela's baby/babies to them to raise, a little storytelling since her parents were angry as fuck but the kid(s) would end up going into the adoption pool....maybe this is my storyline for the Oldie's.

#the thoughts started brewing as I typed that last part lol #I have playing 1 full rotation with them so they are in line with everyone else but GOD they were boring as fuck #old sims annoy me man #they got nothing to better to do but be old #sims 2

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x3aspiration · 2 months

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uberhood pleasantview recap

last part!

i don't have pictures for too much but i have to post the recap because a Lot happened

in the caliente household dina is pregnant with don's baby!

brandi broke had twins !!

the pleasant rotation was just ridiculous!!!! mary-sue caught daniel cheating and broke up with him but for whatever reason kaylynn stayed to just hang out so mary-sue beat her up . also the flat screen tv literally fell off the wall . and angela is pregnant . poor mary-sue :s

in the newson household they are homosexuals

in daniel pleasants new apartment he moved in kaylynn immediately but is still flirting with his neighbors . kaylynn got pregnant and daniel kicked her out

poor kaylynn :(

in the oldie family ....... i didnt know i had a mod that let old people get pregnant until i took that first ss :') it was all very shocking

nothing really happened in the gavigan family but the matchmaker was being a creep and it was funny

for those not pictured:

goth : in the goth household cassandra got left at the alter and went on vacation to cope . before leaving for vacation she went to a couple clubs and saw don at one of them so she attacked him (and won)!!!! cassandra goth my queen <333

lothario : not a damn thing lol i dont think anything really happened during his rotation

burb : jennifer is pregnant!!!!

and the dreamer household i forgot to do!!!!!! i'll go back and do their rotation soon >_> in my defense i was putting off doing theirs bc i didnt know what i wanted to do with cassandra buut i know now so

next part

#the sims 2 #ts2 simblr #sims 2 #sims 2 uberhood #sims 2 gameplay #sims 2 screenshots #ts2 premades

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princesssarisa · 4 months

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"Little Women" Posthumous Reunion: Final Resting Places of the People Behind the Novel and Its Adaptations

As a fan of the YouTube channel Hollywood Graveyard and the "Posthumous Reunion" pages on FindAGrave.com, I thought I would make a similar tribute to the people behind Little Women and its best-known screen adaptations. This is a guide to the burial sites (if they exist) of all the adaptations' leading actors and creative team members who have died, as well as those of the Alcott family and their friends, for anyone who hopes to visit them someday.

@littlewomenpodcast, @joandfriedrich, @thatscarletflycatcher

Arlington National Cemetery – Arlington, Virginia, USA

John Davis Lodge (John Brooke, 1933 film)

Cementerio de Benalmádena – Benalmádena, Spain

Paul Lukas (Friedrich Bhaer, 1933 film)

Ceder Hill Cemetery – Hartford, Connecticut, USA

Katharine Hepburn (Jo, 1933 film)

Cimitero Flaminio – Rome, Italy

Rossano Brazzi (Friedrich Bhaer, 1949 film)

Cimitiére Communal de Montrouge – Montrouge, France

May Alcott Nieriker (real-life Amy) (site unknown)

Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Glendale – Glendale, California, USA

Edna May Oliver (Aunt March, 1933 film)

June Allyson (Jo, 1949 film)

Elizabeth Taylor (Amy, 1949 film)

Robert Young (Mr. Laurence, 1978 miniseries)

George Cukor (director, 1933 film)

Mervyn LeRoy (director/producer, 1949 film)

Max Steiner (music, 1933 and 1949 films)

Adolph Deutsch (music, 1949 film)

Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Hollywood Hills – Los Angeles, California, USA

Jean Parker (Beth, 1933 film)

Leon Ames (Mr. March, 1949 film)

Holy Cross Cemetery – Culver City, California, USA

Mary Astor (Marmee, 1949 film)

Inglewood Park Cemetery – Inglewood, California, USA

Samuel S. Hinds (Mr. March, 1933 film)

Kensico Cemetery – Valhalla, New York, USA

Henry Stephenson (Mr. Laurence, 1933 film)

Mortlake Crematorium – Richmond, Greater London, England

Pat Nye (Hannah, 1970 miniseries)

Mount Hope Cemetery – Hastings-on-Hudson, New York, USA

Lucile Watson (Aunt March, 1949 film)

Oak Hill Cemetery – Lawrence, Kansas, USA

Alf Whitman (real-life Laurie)

Pleasant View Cemetery – Lyme, Connecticut, USA

Joan Bennett (Amy, 1933 film)

Savannah Cemetery – Savannah, Tennessee, USA

Elizabeth Patterson (Hannah, 1949 film)

Shiloh Cemetery – Shiloh, Illinois, USA

Mary Wickes (Aunt March, 1994 film)

Sleepy Hollow Cemetery – Concord, Massachusetts, USA

Louisa May Alcott (author and real-life Jo)

Abigail May Alcott (real-life Marmee)

Amos Bronson Alcott (real-life Mr. March)

Anna Alcott Pratt (real-life Meg)

John Bridge Pratt (real-life John Brooke)

Elizabeth Sewall Alcott (real-life Beth)

Henry David Thoreau (possible real-life Friedrich Bhaer)

Sparkman Hillcrest Memorial Park – Dallas, Texas, USA

Greer Garson (Aunt March, 1978 miniseries)

St. Leonard’s Churchyard – Hove, East Sussex, England

C. Aubrey Smith (Mr. Laurence, 1949 film)

Valhalla Memorial Park – North Hollywood, California, USA

Mabel Colcord (Hannah, 1933 film)

Westwood Village Memorial Park – Los Angeles, California, USA

Janet Leigh (Meg, 1949 film)

Cremated, Ashes Held Privately or Scattered

Frances Dee (Meg, 1933 film)

Douglass Montgomery (Laurie, 1933 film)

Peter Lawford (Laurie, 1949 film)

Patrick Troughton (Mr. March, 1970 miniseries)

Jean Anderson (Aunt March, 1970 miniseries)

Dorothy McGuire (Marmee, 1978 miniseries)

Richard Gilliland (Laurie, 1978 miniseries)

William Schallert (Mr. March, 1978 miniseries)

Virginia Gregg (Hannah, 1978 miniseries)

Angela Lansbury (Aunt March, 2017 miniseries)

Michael Gambon (Mr. Laurence, 2017 miniseries)

Sarah Y. Mason (screenwriter, 1933 and 1949 films)

Victor Heerman (screenwriter, 1933 and 1949 films)

Merian C. Cooper (producer, 1933 film)

Donated to Medical Science

Spring Byington (Marmee, 1933 film)

Unknown (Not Made Public or No Information Online)

Ladislas Wisniewski (real-life Laurie)

Richard Stapley (John Brooke, 1949 film)

Stephanie Bidmead (Marmee, 1970 miniseries)

Frederick Jaeger (Friedrich Bhaer, 1970 miniseries)

John Welsh (Mr. Laurence, 1970 miniseries)

John Neville (Mr. Laurence, 1994 film)

David Hempstead (screenwriter, 1933 film)

Elmer Bernstein (music, 1978 miniseries)

#little women #find a grave #actors #actresses #creative team #louisa may alcott #alcott family #graves #burial #cremation #tw: death

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jadelotusflower · 2 years

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Obscure Christmas Movie Rewatch: Mrs Santa Claus

Are you looking for a feminist, multicultural, pro-union movie to watch this Christmas? Then Mrs Santa Claus is for you!

Not only does it star the late great Angela Lansbury, it features some catchy showtunes composed by Broadway great Jerry Herman, choreography by musical stalwart Rob Marshall, and costumes by the legendary Bob Mackie.

The story behind this one is also pretty interesting! According to this retrospective on Dame Angela Lansbury (RIP), much like she was a champion for older actors to guest star on Murder She Wrote to keep their SAG cards, she was also the driving force behind this tv movie in order to honour her friend Jerry Herman. While he’d had great success as a lyricist and composer for such seminal Broadway shows such as Hello Dolly!, La Cage Aux Folles, and Mame (the latter staring Lansbury), he was diagnosed as HIV positive in 1985 and by the mid-90′s needed a project to focus on. Enter Lansbury stage left, who had a deal with CBS for a number of tv specials, and pitched this film together with Herman.

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Here’s the perfectly simple premise: It’s seven days until Christmas and the magnanimous Mrs Anna Claus sends all the elves home since they’ve finished the toys early. She also tries to improve Santa’s navigational route and wants to help him with his mail, but is utterly underappreciated by her husband (Charles Durning).

Lansbury brings her distinctive voice to her pleasant I Want song - “I've been manning the business and planning each holiday plan/And I'm tired of being the shadow behind the great man”.

She takes the sleigh and reindeer, but due to bad weather emergency lands in New York City, meeting Italian stable boy Marcello (David Norona) who shows her the immigrant melting pot via the song and dance number Avenue A (well, the Italian-Irish-Jewish pot at least). There’s tap and joyous dancing, all culminating in a Consider Yourself-esque street celebration extolling the “great kaleidoscope called Avenue A.”

There's also a cameo from Jerry Herman, suitably playing a piano.

We meet Sadie (Debra Wiseman), a young Jewish woman and Suffragette, with whom Marcello is in love with from afar, Sadie’s mother Mrs Lowenstein (Rosalind Harris, who memorably played Tzeitel in Fiddler on the Roof) who fears the police after fleeing pogroms in Europe, local gossips Mrs Shaughnessy and Mrs Brandenheim, and Nora (Lynsey Bartilson), a young Irish girl who works at child labor factory Tavish Toys. Nora's Irish accent is...look, I'm not here to rag on child actors. She tried her best.

Our villain is Augustus P Tavish, played by Broadway veteran Terrence Mann, crooning that his toys “Only have to last till Christmas.” If you want to hear his voice used to full effect however, check out the original Broadway cast recordings of Cats (Rum Tum Tugger), Beauty and the Beast (The Beast, particularly If I Can’t Love Her), and The Scarlet Pimpernel (Chauvelin, particularly Falcon in the Dive).

Mann is delightfully hammy in the role, in spats and spinning a cane, delivering every line on pitch as if it’s a song. It's CAMP and I love it. The movie's worth it for his dulcet tones alone.

Mrs Claus (taking the name Mrs North), is employed at Tavish Toys as a supervisor, singing and dancing around the factory floor, improving morale but aghast at the working conditions and poor quality of the toys.

Meanwhile, back at the North Pole, Santa only notices his wife is missing because his cocoa hasn’t been made right (ugh). It’s up to head elf (there’s always a head elf) Arvo is tell Santa she’s gone and deliver Santa some home truths.

Arvo is played by Michael Jeter, one of those delightful character actors with so many credits it’s impossible to identify where you would know him from (for me it’s Father Ignatius in Sister Act 2).

Santa bemoans that he can’t bear to think of Anna about her out there “alone and helpless.” Smash cut to:

What is it about Victorian/Edwardian garb that just feels like Christmas?

Sadie is literally on her soapbox (a manifestation of the trope), and Anna asks her advice about industrial action for the factory. In return, she gives Sadie advice for persuading other women to her cause, utilising the soft power of persuasion rather than shouting slogans. They go a recruiting through song, culminating in a suffragette march where they are joined by Nora, Mrs Shaughnessy, Mrs Brandenheim, and Marcello. I really like this one! It’s uplifting and upbeat, if a sanitised depiction of the struggle for women’s suffrage.

It musically echoes the opening number Mrs Santa Claus, even repeating lines that Anna sung for herself, now applied the the community of women who have embraced her: "We've planned our strategy and our flag is unfurled/For we have gifts of our own to offer the world."

Anna and Nora bond over missing the people they love - Anna her husband, and Nora her mother and little brother who are still back in Ireland (her father is working double shifts to raise the money to bring them over). It’s time for another song and dance number, Whistle - a tribute to vaudeville. This one is a bit overlong and unnecessary, the kind of number that works on stage post-intermission to ease the audience back in, but isn’t needed onscreen.

At the North Pole, Arvo and the Elves try to cheer Santa up by dancing to the tune of We Need a Little Christmas (first composed by Herman for Mame), but he remains sullen. Honestly, this Santa really sucks. He bemoans his predicament, and Arvo has to prod him to write down what his wife means to him. Of course he does it through song, promising to change but it’s a very shallow mea culpa.

Meanwhile Anna plays matchmaker, setting up local policeman Officer Doyle and Mrs Lowenstein, overcoming her fears when Doyle assures her he won’t be taking Sadie away for exercising her free speech. Mrs Lowenstein finally unpacks the bag she’s always kept ready in case they needed to flee again, including her grandmother’s silver candlestick - the matching one being lost when they fled the old country.

Marcello invites Sadie to the Policeman’s Ball, and they sing We Don’t Go Together At All, a pretty song I unapologetically love. However it does end with a trope I absolutely hate - where Marcello taps his cheek but when Sadie moves in to kiss it, he turns his head so she kisses him on the lips. It’s all played very sweet, but probably not something you’d see if the movie was made today.

At Tavish Toys, Anna leads the kids in a work slow down, and then a city-wide strike and boycott. Because this is fantasy world, this immediately leads to the mayor declaring that no child will again work under such conditions, and a call for child labor laws. I think its no coincidence that this passion project of Lansbury's deals with issues such as women's and worker's rights - however santitised. We must assume the elves have union benefits back at the North Pole!

At the policeman’s ball, Mrs North gets to wear this absolutely banger outfit, and gets toasted as “the Mrs Santa Claus of Avenue A.” Lansbury was 71 when she played this role, and all credit to Bob Mackie for dressing her not only with a stylish vibrancy in the earlier scenes, but putting her in a gown like this and going for glamour rather than the dowdy Mrs Claus cliche.

You may also recognise Nora’s outfit recycled from A Little Princess.

I also appreciate that Sadie hasn’t been overtly softened in her relationship with Marcello - she’s the one who gives the speech, engaging in some self-deprecation in decrying herself “the biggest mouth on Avenue A” and wearing a beautiful dress, but not torn down or diminished because of her activism - but rather celebrated and validated by the very people who used to deride her. She's learned the art of pitching your message to the audience rather than riding roughshod over them, but isn't any less of an activist.

But while Anna has finally been given the recognition and appreciation she’s craved, for some reason she misses her dropkick of a husband. “He Needs Me” is a nice song but undercuts the message a bit as she decides that “I need him much more”. You really don't Anna, go that extra step and stage a Santa coup - you deserve more than playing second fiddle to a dude who took two days to even notice you were gone!

She hurries back to the reindeer but is prevented from returning by Tavish, who has implausibly figured out who she is, and wants to stop Christmas so people will have no choice to buy toys from him again. It’s neatly and swiftly resolved by her recalling that as a boy the toy bear he’d received from Santa was stolen by his brother, and Mrs Claus gives him another one. Okay then.

Meanwhile, Santa is still sulking over his bad cocoa. WHY DON’T YOU TRY AND FIND HER YOU USELESS SACK OF SHIT?!? AREN’T YOU OMNIPOTENT? GET OFF YOUR ARSE AND DO SOMETHING!

This is a real false note for me - yes Anna has the sleigh and reindeer, but there is no way out of the North Pole other than that? He just sits and waits for her to come home - I suppose this gives her the agency, but it does feel like she is ready to return to her old life of being unappreciated, instead of going home to demand that he treat her right.

However Santa is slightly redeemed in that he declares that he will use her new navigation route, and also that she can join him in the present delivery duties. She also gets a new cape.

In New York, her friends also get their heart’s desire - Mrs Lowenstein her grandmother’s missing candlestick, Sadie and Marcello each other, and Nora the arrival of her mother and baby brother.

Overall I think this mostly holds up and deserves to be in the Christmas movie rotation. It’s a very female-focused piece - Mrs Claus is in the role of guardian angel, improving the lives of everyone she meets, but her solidarity is with Nora and worker’s rights, Sadie and women��s suffrage, and Mrs Lowenstein and her generational trauma.

It’s a charming little musical with a quintessential performance by Angela Lansbury and a nice parting message:

“As long as you love one another/You’ll have the best Christmas of all.”

#obscure christmas movie rewatch #christmas #christmas movies #mrs santa claus #angela lansbury #rewatch #movie musicals #jlf posts #jlf rewatch

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mostly-mercy-vore · 1 year

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"Post op complications"

[Mercy x 💀/💀/💀/💀/💀]

Content Warning: Vore. Post Vore Weight Gain. Implied (already happened) post vore scat. BOOOONES.

Angela sat, one long lock of sweaty blonde hair over her eye. Her eyes half closed, panting, wheezing. .she was on the toilet. Her fat cake rolled over either sides of the seat and hung like saddle bags. Her fat gut, a mere little pillow under the heaving, monstrous milk white tits.

Mercy panted. She was manspreading, slumped against the back of the tank. The healer's breathing heavy. With a groan her ass farted a bit into the bowl signaling the end of her digestive misery. Panting, soaked in sweat, she mumbled to herself.

"Look...look..." she clapped two hands to her gut, and squeezed. All the plush dough like fat gushing between her fingers. "Look what your stupid family did to me!" She whined. Turning her face to glower at your bone white skull, empty sockets staring back at her.

"72 hours laying in bed digesting you all. PTO gone. Sixteen hours on ze toilet. Four trips to the bathroom. Five skulls FIVE FUCKING SKULLS!" Mercy almost choked and sobbed, her poor little butthole was so sore. She bit her lip and grabbed her fat hips "Look at what your sisters did to mein ass! How am I supposed to....these are going to shred my stretchiest pantyhose!" Mercy wobbled her fat hips sending a shake to her new bigger 82 inch ass.

The milf medic slapped her thighs. "Your papa destroyed these, zere is absolutely no way I am wearing those mom jeans you were so horny for now, need an all new wardrobe! And your mother!!!!"

Angela snatched up your polished skull and held it aloft in the palm of her left hand. Glaring at you as she heaved one fat, juicy tit as big as a kickball in the palm of her hand.

"Where am I supposed to get a bra to fit these massive mommy mikkers, hmm!?!" Angela Ziegler tipped her hand letting her big, sweaty, fifty pound tit to slap against the rest of her doughy belly.

Angela dropped her arms helplessly. They were pillowy and fat now, holding them up seemed like such an effort. Her fingers, holding your eye sockets like a bowling ball, relaxed. Your skull clatters to the floor and rolls away. Mercy doesn't care. Why would she give a fuck?

A dog doesn't care about dog food. The Nurse, didn't care about nurse food. Dumb. Young. Eager. Stupid little gutslut. Mercy had already gobbled you up and used you. Your bones were no more important to her than the fucking kleenex you used to clean your cum.

Mercy panted and sighed. Resting her hands on your final burial place: her fat little belly. Squeezing the chub there, she could tell it was you fattening up her new gut. You'd always been a pathetic little pervert for her chubby tummy. It only made sense you'd cling to her warm belly.

"Ugh. You said you were home alone." Mercy sighed, grunting and rocking her body, attempting to get into a standing position. Her legs were numb from hours on the toilet, making it difficult, but not impossible. "Your sister heard you screaming. What did you think was going to happen when I gobbled you up? Hmm? A nice pleasant bath? Maybe jerk off in mein gut and then I let you out? Zat is not how a pred's biology works!" She corrected her glasses as she scolded the gut she couldn't see, but knew was somewhere under those massive tits.

"So then your sisters start screaming for momma and papa, so I have to wrestle them to the ground and start gulping, and by the time your Papa got here I had to pin him to the wall with your sister's legs still hanging out my mouth and all ze DRAMA. I all zat whining about being crushed and not able to breathe under your sisters and the way you begged and sobbed as your mother was pushed ontop of your father and your sister smooshed what was left of you. You were all just dinner at zat point, who cares if you're a little squished?"

Mercy kicked your skull in frustration and you rolled into a dark corner of the bathroom.

Just as well. With her current size she couldn't bend over to pick it up again anyway.

"Hope you are happy." She turned to look at her thick as fuck, plump new curves. Putting a chunky hand into her big ass cheek. Her eyes bulged, her ass was fatter than she thought. "Stupid little prey sluts looking for a quick nut on ze internet. Don't you know I'm a hero? I can't be caught gulping down little perverts like you from online!"

Doctor Zeigler thumped her belly and pouted. So much fucking trouble. So much fat plumping her up.

Then she smiled. Remembering the way you struggled inside her. Getting wet just thinking about how good it felt to masturbate with a big prey filled gut.

"Still. I think you were always supposed to be Mercy food. Ja? You look so good on me." She pat her tummy. And held her head high, as she waddled to the door. Her massive belly, thunder thighs, fat ass and plump tits all bouncing and jiggling with each thundering step. The second floor of your home creaking under her new weight. Mercy grinned, the chub wasn't all bad. She pat her ass, and rubbed her belly. Wondering if anyone would even see her next victim through all that blubber. She kinda liked her rounder face, you know what? Maybe it wasn't so bad. For a moment she considered the doorway approaching her: she was wider, but also softer, she'd have to smoosh her way through a bit. But looking down at her curves they shouldn't be a problem. Heaving one boob then the other through the doorframe, her belly smooshed like a blob pushing it's way through. Beaming, she gave her fat tum a rub, and gave a short triumphant nod, and put one foot forward to head down the hall. To your parents' room perhaps? Mercy found herself hoping your mom had a vibratory somewhere because she suddenly felt much, much bet-

Squthunk.

Mercy nearly tripped and fell flat on her face, her hands caught the sides of the door to steady herself. Her stride halted mid step as something grabbed her about the hips.

Blinking stupidly. Mercy tried to move, her fat sloshed and wobbled as she tried to walk forward, only to rebound and bounce blobbily back into the door frame. Something digging into her waist. She was stuck? Mercy looked back at her fat hips waiting sadly on the inside of the bathroom door, her fat boobs and big belly hanging heavily in the hall. Her big, fat as fuck, massive jiggly, family meal fed booty was stuck in your bathroom doorway.

"Oh ze drama!" She pouted. Mercy frowned and blew a dangling blonde lock of hair out of her face and rolled her eyes. "It never ends!"

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wndybyrd · 1 year

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"so we're getting the band back together? that's exciting." (/s, re: her arrival back in neverland?)

*PROMPT : as said by varric.

WINTER. the second day of her return, weeks earlier.

hands clapped together like the echo of cymbals, followed by a pleasant laugh trailing after the rhythm. eyes alight with unabashed glee, the girl's gaze hopped from tousling lost boys to the snowman the others were beckoning for her to help build, and, finally, to peter — who flitted through the air playing tricks on them all when their backs turned ( pulling at hair, sprinkling snow on atop heads, tugging at shirt collars ). the boys would whine and bark at their cackling leader, for he'd be quick to rise back into the trees and out of retaliations reach, yet the scene painted before her was a happy one. a familiar serenity existed within the chaos.

it was just as she'd remembered it all to be : endless fun. laughter carried through the air with every gust of wind. adventure lurked around each corner, patiently waiting in the shadows to be discovered. joy was rooted deep into the soil and spread throughout the land, and, oh, how she had missed it all ! how foolish she had been to abandon it.

a voice broke wendy from the trance-like enchantment, curls tickling at cold-nipped cheeks as she spun to face the stranger. her giggle took the shape of a misty vapor that twirled between them through the chilled air. " isn't it wonderful ! " she beamed, assuming that was exactly what the smirking boy had meant to imply. any haughtiness or derision in his tone had been lost to her, melted away by the warmth that welled in her chest.

" things are finally back as they should be. " it was an echo of peter's declaration from the day prior as her feet had steadied themself upon the island floor for the first time in four years. though, this boy would certainly have no concept of what such a statement meant. he was too new — to her, at least. " you'll see ! once this dreadful snow has passed, we'll have a grand time. i've so many stories to tell you all, and new games for us to play, too. peter spoke very highly of his new band of lost boys, so i'm especially excited to make friends with all of you ! "

she held out her hand, the tips of her fingers red with cold. she had not packed properly for such frigid conditions, but peter ( twirling through the air just above them, hunting for the next victim of his harmless teasing ) had already assured her that it would be gone in the blink of an eye. " where are my manners . . . i'm wendy moira angela darling. and you are ? "

#*BANDIT : haunted by the living.#a time before they hated each other ??#wendy still thinking the best in him ??#wild.#this has been in my drafts for like weeks

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Nervous Subject escapes to Night City

Sims 2 premades in Cyberpunk 2077 series:

This is an ongoing fanart xover personal project where I recreate Sims 2 premade characters in the Cyberpunk 2077 character creator. I just do this for fun.

CP mods: ⚡Equiment Ex (to layer the outfits in more ways),⚡ EE Unlock all outfits , ⚡Photomode Unlocked (as well as tons of custom poses, some are listed there in that mod) I used vanilla clothing for Nervous. Other premades from the series: 👾Lazlo Curious🛸 Vidcund Curious🖤Lilith Pleasant 🌸Angela Pleasant 💀Olive Specter (TW olive pics are bit more violence) 😍Ophelia 💋Chloe Curious 👽Bella Goth and More Bella Goth 💔Cassandra Goth (with mods) 🤑Dina Caliente 💜Nina Caliente 💅🏻Brandi Broke/Newbie (TW ptsd, self-harm, sad and dark themes)

Nervous doesn't remember much about his childhood other than traumatic memories. Hell he doesn't even remember his real name anymore... it's all blurred with nothing but physical pain, electrocution, strange drugs with bad side effects, torture, isolation... He vaguely recalls when they came to take him away from Olive... then he found them. As if the Strangetown Orphanage he'd escaped from wasn't enough, those two ....monsters took him in. He was alone one night in the park, starving hungry, the locals wouldn't give him any food, he heard the whispers, dark whispers about his mother. He had even tried to go back to her but a young girl named Ophelia opened the door and warned him to stay away, stating the rumours were true and to get out while he still could. He didn't believe the girl, who was apparently his cousin until she showed him proof, aside from the gravestones: Olive's diary, where she confessed that Nervous's father was in fact the Grim Reaper himself. Ophelia quickly hid her journal back in its spot and he agreed to find help elsewhere. He felt like a freak. He was ostracised and ignored and slept on the park benches until two strangers approached him, offering him not only a place to stay but a job. Nervous remembers feeling hopeful, happy even, as the couple who "adopted" him brought him to what seemed like a Castle. He was so excited, then they told him he'd be helping them do important research. They told him he'd be a scientist with them, and he believed that. He thought someone finally wanted him, Olive certainly hadn't fought for him and as the rumours stated his mother was really a killer. All those new graves in their "garden" that Ophelia had shown him had proven that. The first night in the castle was ok, though Nervous hated his room. It was a hole in the ground of a lab. After that he was subjected to certain tests. It was like the monsters knew something he didn't, like they were looking for something in him, waiting for him to do something but he didn't know what. Maybe they knew he was the spawn of the Reaper or that something was wrong with him...Over the years the experiments got more painful but Circe and Loki, those were the monsters names, kept telling him it was necessary for science, for knowledge and discovery, for the greater good. But it hurt, more and more, they had him brainwashed, had him believing he had nowhere else to go, no one to turn to, he needed their "care" and "protection" and they stopped paying him long ago. They were a lot nicer (as much as they could be) when he complied as opposed to when he didn't. Loki was a scientist and inventor at Arasaka and Circe was a medic and biologist for Biotecnica. They constantly used him for their experiments that they didn't have company approval for or wanted to keep on the down low, but sometimes it was for their own sick entertainment. He'd sometimes sneak out to the Curious household when they had to go to their HQ's in the city. Honestly they didn't even think to lock him up, they genuinely had him so brainwashed they thought he wouldn't try to leave. He ended up making friends with Pascal, who repeatedly told him to get out when he learned he wasn't happy, saw the bruises and scars; but he felt trapped and couldn't bring himself to admit to Pascal just what they were actually doing to him. Until one day he told him. He had to, he was in such bad shape, all bandaged up and bloody, Pascal forced him to sit down and confess. Pascal was horrified and offered for him to move in, but Nervous couldn't stand the thought of them finding him again. Nervous also knew he struggled controlling his outbursts, he often lashed out and panicked and couldn't behave like a normal person, he wasn't stable and Pascal had a kid to take care of. Pascal thought of the next best thing, helping him get out of town, start a new life in the City. He gave him simoleons and a vehicle and wished him luck, hoping he'd finally be able to start a life he could at least tolerate.

Nervous arrived in Night City, rented an apartment with Pascals simoleons now changed up into eddies and suffered the effects of PTSD for a long time, he heard voices as usual but it got worse over time. He'd hear the voices at night and pound his head into the window to stop them, shatter his mirror to shut it up or stop looking at that god awful barcode they put on him. At first he thought his bruises weren't healing but then he realised he was inflicting them on himself at this point. He spent a good chunk of his time in Night City just trying to get by, he didn't find any work other than small merc jobs, and seeing as he was desperate he got into it. In fact it was perfect, somehow it seemed Nervous had a lot of pent up energy, he never got tired no matter how little he slept, took gig after gig and they progressively got more challenging. He sucked at stealth, always charging in like an angry violent animal, but he always got it done. After what the Beakers put him through he was done with the bullshit, nothing would faze him. But the more time went by the more his fear and anxiety festered, he started to process, he held a grudge, he started to feel the anger, the years worth of anger he'd stuffed down and not been allowed to feel so he wouldn't be "ungrateful" or threatened by the beakers into even worse experiments, or made to shove his feelings aside at the promise of a reward like a shitty stereo instead of more electric shock therapy. No he was mad now... he didn't want to run away anymore, he didn't want to walk another day knowing those two were still out there, living their lives after what they did to him. Nervous started to get stronger out of sheer will, he didn't have much else to fight for in a place like Night City. He got new cyberware, tons of experience under his belt and it was easy enough. The violence was easy once he lost his fear, once he realised he was all he could count on right now. He never had time for friends, not like he was very likeable anyway with how broken he was. Part of him had wished to take Pascal up on his offer but he needed to heal. And to heal he needed to slay his demons, real and metaphorical. He didn't have time to play games. He was going back to Strangetown to settle his score.

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