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justadeadreaper · 11 months ago

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These are mainly fluffy headcanons with slight themes of angst due to the nature of long deployments with implications/references of a death that could happen.

One thing people tend to forget about König working for a private military company is that he can still go on long deployments/missions that can take months to even years to complete where he would not be able to see his beloved.

König may be an extremely cocky man, which is something no one can deny from his voice lines. On the surface level he may think that no other person is skilled enough to kill him, but deep down that is not the case. Even if his anxiety does not actively affect him on a level you would truly notice it is still rooted deep in his brain as it spews out harrowing ideas that he can not get rid of as they nip at him while being made bigger by his trauma and past experiences. This causes a deep-seated paranoia about the idea of him dying on the field and leaving you all alone with your last memory of him being a sad one haunts him, or even worse in his time gone you completely forget about him and move on to someone new that could fill the hole he left behind.

This leads him to make the day before his long deployment the best of your life while he puts together a surprise to ensure you always have pieces of him while he is apart from you.

The day before he makes sure you have the best date of your life so far. It first starts with breakfast in your shared bed after he lets you sleep in until late in the morning, it is all your favourite breakfast foods and some of his own as he lets you splurge a bit and have your favourite dessert items as well while he eats his waffles with pistachio and strawberry ice cream. He loves to cuddle you and just stay in bed with you for a couple more hours to bathe in your love and warmth as you brush your hands through his hair before massaging his scalp before gently kissing all over his face, paying special attention to his scars. Once you finally get out of bed he takes you on a little shopping spree through your favourite stores letting you buy anything you want without worrying about the price even if you have to go to the sketchy game place that smells of death and sweat so he can get more figures or knives or guns or mangas for his collection. To end your adventure he would either take you to an aquarium or museum of your choice later in the evening so that fewer people are there just so you could have your moment together that looks like it is straight out of a movie. Before you leave you drag him towards the gift shop and he buys you whatever gifts you want then he takes you home as he secretly calls your favourite takeout place so you can eat it together once it arrives as another surprise. Then to finish the day you spend the whole night cuddling and watching movies until you fall asleep.

On a more spicy note, if you want children and do not have any yet I can see him trying his best to get you pregnant that night as he feels and loves you one last time just so if you lose him you will at least still have a part of him with you to help you pass through the years before you are reunited again.

In the morning he probably leaves with no word to you at all as he would hate your last memory to be one of heartbreak. Only a letter on his side of the bed. The first few pages are him apologising for leaving without a goodbye with the explanation that he is going on a long deployment before detailing how much he loves you, then he explains how he took a few of your shirts to use as a mask so he could always have your smell with him as he battles and a photo of you that he keeps above his heart so you can still be close to him, and finally on the last few pages are a detailed scavenger hunt with clues that lead you all over your shared homes with each clue leading to a spot with the clue being based on an important memory that was in that spot.

The items he would put in these spots varied and each time changed (unless it was his last time) but it was always the same types of items every time even if the spots changed.

In the first spot would always be some of his shirts, jackets, or hoodies that smelled of him so that when you were around the house you could wear them and be comforted by his scent as they would always smell heavily of his cologne. Every time after the first time he did this he would put different clothes in his place so you never got bored of the options he chose.

In the second spot would be a mixture of letters and USB sticks. There would be a letter on top explaining that the letters with white lily petals on the front and USBs with white lilies painted on them were for if he died, they have a gold writing on top that labels which life event of yours it was for and if you had children they would have the same and even if you did not have kids yet he still made some for future potential children, and the letters with forget-me-not petals on the front and USBs with forget-me-nots painted on them were for when you missed in and were struggling to deal with your life and different emotions without him there, and USBs with pink carnations painted on them that were just recorded videos him talking about different topics just for when you wanted to hear his voice talking about topics he found interesting. He explains in the top letter that the reason he wrote the letters and recorded videos that he put on the USB was due to the fact that in the letters he had to be concise and direct so he could get to everything he wanted to say while the videos are for him to be able to express all his emotions and not be confined to what would fit on the page as you see him be himself in the photos. Every time after the first time he did this he would put new letters and USBs in the place of the old ones to add to the collection with new responses to situations, topics, and emotions he thought of.

In the third spot would be a bear from Build-A-Bear (specifically the Pumpkin Sparkle bear due to it being ginger like him) that has multiple voice boxes in it that has recordings of him saying “I love you” or different compliments or nicknames he would usually call you with a custom heart too that bumped in the rhythm of his heart. The bear would be dressed up in a mini version of his normal uniform he wears on contracts as it holds a bottle of his favourite cologne just for you to use. Every time after the first time he did this he would put new clothes you could dress the bear up in based on his other outfits he wears on his contracts or at home or from when he dragged you to conventions.

In the fourth spot would be a scrapbook of your life together next to the small journals he took on deployments or used when his insomnia overwhelmed him which made it impossible to sleep. The scrapbook would have photos of all your dates together and important dates such as birthdays, promotions, holidays, etc. with petals and small drawings decorating the pages while the journals would be filled with countless pages filled with drawings of you, poems directed towards you or wrote solely about you, and ramblings about how he felt about you and everything he adored about you. Every time after the first time he did this he would create new scrapbooks that could be paired with the old that shows off more of your life events together and more journals that are filled to the brim with you.

In the fifth spot would be two books he made himself, the first is a cookbook bursting at the seams where he has handwritten all of the recipes that have been passed down his family over generations upon generations but alongside it are also recipes of all the dishes you enjoyed together or recipes he knew you loved even if you had never had the time to share them together, while the second is a book of all the jokes and puns he has told you or he wanted to tell you or he wanted to use when he was finally a dad or the kids were old enough to understand. Every time after the first time he did this he would write down new pages of jokes or recipes that he thought of that could be added to the books.

Apart from the scavenger hunt I also imagine him doing other things for when he is gone. The second most prominent thing is the little glass animals that he has hidden all around the house with a tiny scroll wrapped around their body or neck with a cute ribbon that matches the colour of the animal to keep it attached; once the scroll is unrolled it reveals it is a note about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are or compliments in general or motivation just so you can be reminded everyday of how much he loves you as if he never left, like he was still there with you. Something that could be considered as condescending that comes from his cockiness, and the undiagnosed autism I think he has, is how he writes down instructions and reminders for everyday he is on deployment for you to use as normally each morning he writes a chore list for the day with reminders for both of you to eat and drink. If you showed him how an Alexa worked he sets up the Alexa to do the reminders too but for the next 30 years just in case he dies.

When he is on deployment he will try to send back letters at any opportunity he gets as he collects trinkets to give you once he gets home. If you did have cameras set up around the house, whenever he has free time he is watching them to see how you are and what you are doing, and you can bet that if a speaker and microphone is attached to the camera he is using it to talk and have conversations with you even if they are short due to the nature of his work.

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solemn-siren · 3 months ago

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Little theory ramble

So from the latest episode of the Space Riders, it seems like the Bloodline initiative clones act similarly to their original counterparts, down to their powers (Like Hoppy and Kickin) and personality (Catnap’s clone being chill)

It got me thinking of what the other Bloodline Initiative clones are capable of, based on the original’s personalities and abilities. This only includes ones that haven’t made an appearance in the official comic yet (Dogday, Craftycorn, Picky, Bubba, and a bonus Catnap one)

Reminder: this is just a theory, nothing here is canon to the official comic.

(Space Riders AU and official comic pages belong to @onyxonline.)

Dogday

Because Catnap decided to not do anything, we don’t know if the Bloodline initiatives are capable of copying celestial powers or if it’s only elemental powers they can copy. However, they appear to be in progress of replicating celestial powers, as suggested by this page.

But in the event they do manage to replicate celestial powers, I believe Dogday to be the second most dangerous of the Smiling Critter bloodline initiatives. The original Dogday is a skilled fighter, with or without his powers. He’s a natural born leader. Now imagine fighting a bigger Dogday whose goal is to kill you. Horrifying.

A bloodline initiative Dogday could easily command others like him, acting at the front lines and clearing out enemies so others can attack in an uncanny sync.

CraftyCorn

While it would be obvious that a Crafty clone would have the same creative mindset as the original, being able to create near foolproof disguises, I also think her creativity apply to other situations.

A clone of her would be like a wildcard support. You have no idea how she’s going to use the environment to her advantage. The original Crafty used the glass roof of the factory to defeat a Bobby clone. Now imagine her copy doing the same thing, but on a much bigger scale.

She’s observant and a quick thinker. She takes a look around, think outside the box, and do something no one expects her to do. Her clone would also have the same abilities. You have no idea what’s coming.

PickyPiggy

We haven’t actually seen Picky a lot in the comics, so it was hard for me to come up with something for her. She hasn’t really been the focus in all the episodes released so far, and the one time she took the main focus was the short Episode 8.

We know she’s good at cooking. However, the bloodline initiatives seem to be built for combat and less of a background support role like the original Picky. Her clone’s capabilities is likely in a similar spot as Bobby: built for basic combat, nothing too special. No special powers, just raw combat.

Bubba Bubbaphant

Bubba’s intelligent. He knew a scientific name of a flower that he also knew was toxic when ingested.

However, he was also able to turn what seemed to just be a simple test for Kitty into an opportunity for him to escape. He has the ability to stay calm and essentially “hide” his intentions, and use his knowledge to his advantage.

I would classify his bloodline initiative clone as a wildcard supporter, similar to Crafty. However, instead of creativity, his clone’s strong suit would be knowledge. What is around him? What kind of plants or environmental object is within his eyesight? How can it be used to his advantage?

Bonus: Catnap (because my brain realized something…)

we’ve seen Catnap use his powers to help people fall asleep.

As seen in episode 2, he does this by creating purple dust that puts his target to sleep when it enters their eyes.

If you played any game where one of the status conditions you can receive is sleep, you know how annoying it is when your character is put to sleep in the middle of a combo, and all you can do is rethink your decisions in silence while the enemy starts attacking like crazy.

Catnap’s clone could very much harness his original’s ability to put others to sleep. This is why I believe he’s the most dangerous of the smiling critter bloodline initiatives, because he can easily take out any Space Rider as long as they come into contact with his purple sleep inducing dust.

However, I don’t think there’s anything stopping the cult from weaponizing his ability beyond just making anyone fall asleep. Similar to his actual in-game self, he could weaponize this ability to give his enemies nightmares, or manipulate their dreams into betraying what they’re fighting for and join the cult. And while this can easily be countered with the Space Rider’s helmet shielding their eyes from the dust, if there’s any imperfections or damage, no matter how minor, present in the helmet, then its lights out.

…Bubba please be careful with the giant Catnap.

#I was originally going to post this earlier but I procrastinated #I finished writing all this after part 2 came out #Sol does a little theorizing #space riders au #Theories

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meanbossart · 5 months ago

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Sorry if you’ve already answered this, but I’ve been wondering what would happen if DU Drow and Astarion were the only people in their party. If they never met any of the others and only had each other for company on the way to Baldur’s Gate.

Btw I love your art! I’m obsessed with the way you draw characters and their expressions in your style.

Ohhhhh god. I think that would be disastrous.

My personal belief aside that Astarion is by no means an idiot (not that I'm opposed to participating in the smooth-brained jokes - but, generally speaking, I think I might give his intellect more props than most), he is obviously not at his best at the start of the campaign at all. He is operating out of desperation and it's only halfway through the game that you get to see some of that emotional intelligence that I'm so fond of. And even so, he still requires a successful persuasion check at the end of his quest not to commit undead genocide (and I think he's the only companion who needs a check at all regardless of circumstance or approval).

Then we have DU drow who has no attachments to anyone around him, a penchant for murder, very little skill for self reflection and a proclivity towards latching onto one person and falling obsessively in love, assuming that the person in question knows how to play him - and Astarion would know how to play him.

Lest we forget, Astarion had practically no influence on DU drow's decision to oppose Bhaal. He just kind of goes along for the ride until you hit the point of no return, and only THEN he's like "Oh, uh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea". Shadowheart is the biggest factor on DU drow's decision to oppose Bhaal, with Aylin and Jaheira making for honorable mentions.

Ironically, DU drow's "base" personality (which he has access to thanks to his memory loss) tends to oppose religion, gods, and organized systems as a whole, but I think if it were only him and Astarion alone, they would feed each other's hunger for strength and power enough that DU drow would arrive into act 3 with absolutely no doubt about what he must do. He would very easily revert back to his old, domineering personality and do whatever he thinks he must to establish his status, and most importantly his power over his loved ones, lest what happened with Orin ever repeat itself.

This circumstance would be perfect for the eventual Bhaalist DU Drow + Spawn Astarion scenario. Which just makes it all the worse that Astarion would have had a HEAVY hand in steering him in this direction. And the cherry on top; he has no one else to turn to here.

On the flipside - this could potentially turn into a situation where Astarion keeps DU drow small enough to where he's able to Ascend, while his Bhaalspawn partner either refuses his father out of fear or loses the duel against Orin. I don't know how viable this is, since Astarion very much needs a strong and confident DU drow if he wants Cazador to die - but I guess anything is possible.

The point is, if left to their own devices there would be nothing stopping either of them from pursuing their very single-minded goals, and I don't think there's a scenario they BOTH come out on top either. Between DU drow's obsessive behavior and been-burned-before attitude, and Astarion's distrust and fear of losing control again, they would constantly wrestle for the opportunity to keep the other under their own thumbs.

And hell. All of this assuming they didn't kill each other on night two.

Thank you for the ask and for your kind words! Hopefully this isn't too depressive/disappointing of an answer, LOL.

#ask #du drow and astarion #bhaalist du drow

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2productive · 2 years ago

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what comes after level 0? like, level 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; etc.

Level 0 is getting yourself to a base level of daily self discipline, taking care of your health and appearance, and having things to do besides scrolling all day. The bare minimum of feeling good about yourself long term and being a functioning person.

Level 1 is to figure out what’s wrong with your life and come up with a tangible and measurable plan on how to fix it. What to cut out, what to invite in, how long it’ll take to save up for xyz, what credit score you need for such and such, what habits need to be dropped immediately, etc. Figuring out how to go from who you are now to the early stages of who you want to be. Level 1 is coming to terms with who and are and what you want, doing the research, and making a game plan. It's making sure you don't keep sliding backwards. Why is this level 1 and not level 0? Bc when people are in a subpar place, taking an audit of how they’ve failed themselves leads to more despair and a feeling of hopelessness. People who have gotten themselves to a semblance of health and daily discipline will do this and feel revved up for a challenge.

If you’ve been working out every day, eating well, taking care of your looks, enjoying your hobbies and taking 30 minutes to build a skill you’ve always wanted to learn, you’re gonna be feeling great. And when it’s time to sit down and apply for new jobs it won’t feel as daunting. When it’s time to sit down and write that essay, it won’t be as hard. When you decide to start saving $200 a month, you’ll be excited about it instead of feeling deprived. Level 1 is a very short level and you shouldn't be here for long at all.

Level 2 and up will vary greatly from person to person as it's about putting your money where your mouth is and really putting in work. No more info hoarding, no more restless nights trying to figure out what you want. It's go time. It could include more schooling, working, rebranding yourself, putting yourself out there, not buying new clothes or eating out bc you're saving money hardcore, ramping it up at the gym, or whatever else you planned out. You stfu and do the work. It's uncomfortable bc you won't allow your brain to sabotage you into stopping. You're becoming a new person. Level 2 will likely last a long time since rome wasn't built in a day and whatever you're trying to accomplish will probably take a fair amount of work.

Level 3+ is simply when you are reaching milestones and you are able to assess where you are and see what lies ahead. You have to replan, reformulate, and get back to work. You have to decide if you should keep this job or accept that new offer you just got and weigh out the pros and cons of each. You have to push a bit harder to firmly cement yourself into the next area rather than remain a newbie. At this point, you're a bit of an authority figure. You know what you're doing and you've been at it for a while. This is totally your new normal. This is just your life now.

#ask

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womenwoso · 5 months ago

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Thank you so much for the kind words on my last fic. It's really appreciated. Thank you to @helen-with-an-a for being amazing and proofreading. Hope you enjoy and requests are open. Please send in ideas.

Hard questions

Mapí León was perched on the edge of the sofa, her eyes showing her exhaustion after a long day of practice. Fresh from a shower, her damp hair was wrapped in a towel when Clara burst into the room, her little face beaming with excitement.

“Mamí!” Clara exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “I saw a picture of you in your Spain jersey at school today! You looked so happy, like me when I play football with you and all my tias. When do I get to play with them again? Why don’t you play for Spain anymore, do you not love Spain?

Mapí paused, Clara was in the stage of asking questions constantly, but this question hung in the air like a heavy cloud. She had anticipated this moment. Clara was getting old enough to ask tough questions—ones that carried a lot of history, choices, and feelings that Mapí had kept to herself but she hadn’t expected this question just yet.

For a brief moment, Mapí was silent, just gazing at her daughter, who was looking back at her with wide, innocent eyes, eager for a response.

“Clara, honey,” Mapí began gently, pulling her onto her lap, “It’s not that I don’t love playing for Spain anymore. I’ve always loved it. I still do.”

Clara tilted her head, clearly puzzled. “Then why don’t you play with my tias? You’re the best player! Tia Ale plays for Spain, so does Aita, Patri, Jana and Irene. All the girls play for a country there's a lot of countries more than just Spain. It's so cool. ”

Mapí let out a soft laugh, gently pushing a lock of hair away from Clara’s forehead. “You know, being the best doesn’t always cut it. Football is more than just skills—it’s about the teammates, the environment, and how you feel … on the inside.”

Clara looked puzzled, her little brain trying to process the information. “But … but you’re amazing, Mamí! You helped Spain win! Why wouldn’t they want you anymore?”

Mapí felt a weight in her chest. She had kept the real reasons for stepping back from the national team to herself, not wanting to overwhelm Clara with the complicated details. But now, her daughter deserved honesty, even if it was tough to share.

“Sometimes, Clara,” Mapí said, her voice thick with feeling, “sometimes the people in charge don’t treat you the way you should be treated. They don’t do their jobs properly and might end up hurting people. They might not recognise your worth. And when you feel that way for too long, it gets hard to keep going. When something like that happens, iIt hurts. And when something hurts, you have to think about what’s best for you.”

Clara paused, clearly processing everything. Mapí could see the little gears working in her brain. “So... you left … because they were … mean? … to you?”

Mapí gazed into her daughter’s eyes, so similar to her own, feeling a pang in her heart. “Sí carino, something like that. But it’s not just about being nice. It’s about feeling valued and … and being respected. Football is all about teamwork, but it is also based on trust and support. When those things are missing, it gets really tough to keep playing.”

Clara seemed to ponder this for a while, a little crinkle forming in her brow. Finally, she asked, “Are you going to go back?”

Mapí offered a gentle smile, a blend of sadness and hope shining in her eyes. “I’m not sure, nena. Sometimes, people need a little time to heal before they can return to something and sometimes you have to step away so the changes that need to be made can happen. Right now, I’m focusing on Barça and making sure I’m in a good place, where I can be the best version of myself … the best Mamí I can be for you. I can’t promise I’ll ever play for Spain again, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love the game or my country. I do. Always.”

Clara looked up at her mom, her tiny hands resting on Mapí’s arm. “I want you to play for Spain again. I want to see you in the jersey.”

Mapí’s heart warmed, her daughter’s words reminding her of the love that kept her going every day. “Maybe one day, pequeña. Maybe one day.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the heaviness of their talk hanging in the air. Mapi realised that Clara didn’t grasp everything completely, but she could see the love and hope shining in her daughter’s eyes. And honestly, that was enough for now.

With a gentle kiss on Clara’s forehead, Mapí pulled her in for a tight hug. “No matter what happens, you’ll always be my biggest supporter. That’s what really counts.”

Clara beamed, resting her head on her mom’s shoulder. “I’ll always cheer for you, Mamí. Forever.”

#womens football #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso soccer #mapi leon #barca femeni #mapi leon x reader #woso x reader

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millysilly123 · 8 months ago

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This is the Not So Berry Challenge in the Sims 4 but Base Game version! Enjoy!

Gen 1: Mint

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Jealous, Materialistic

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Career: Astronaut

Rules: Master astronaut career (Lvl 7), Complete Chief of Mischief aspiration, master mischief and logic skills, complete the elements collection and have at least one child (more if you choose).

Gen 2: Rose

Traits: Hot-Headed, Snob, Romantic

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Career: Business

Rules: Master the business career, complete the Serial Romantic aspiration, leave someone at the alter, get married for the first time as an elder and have at least one child (more if you choose).

Gen 3: Yellow

Traits: Clumsy, Ambitious, Loner

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Career: Freelance Programer

Rules: Master the programming, rocket science and handiness skills, complete the Nerd Brain aspiration, must complete ten sculptures via the woodworking table as a teen, must build a rocket ship and visit Sixam, enter the secret lot in Oasis Springs (requires max handiness), never have any close friends or relationships other than grandparent from generation one until the grandparent dies and have at least one child (more if you choose).

Gen 4: Grey

Traits: Active, Slob, Music Lover

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Career: Athlete

Rules: Master piano, guitar and athletic skills, master the athlete career, compete the Bodybuilder aspiration, have three failed relationships before finding a spouse, marry a neat sim, be good friends with all of your children, have at least one family dinner a week where everyone is present at the same table while eating the same meal and have at least one child (more if you choose).

Gen 5: Plum

Traits: Genius, Non-Committal, Bookworm

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Career: Fast Food, Tech Guru, Entertainer

Rules: Master video gaming and two other skills of your choosing, achieve at least level eight in six skills (including the three you master), complete the Renaissance Sim aspiration, get divorced and later remarried to the same sim, must live in both Willow Creek and Oasis Springs over the course of your life and have at least one child (more if you choose).

Gen 6: Orange

Traits: Evil, Self Assured, Glutton

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Career: Criminal

Rules: Master cooking and charisma skills, master the criminal career, complete the Public Enemy aspiration, must live in a cheap starter home (under 12k) for entire young adult life, have twins but only have those two children (you may use cheats for this) and insist on being evil (claim to be a criminal mastermind) but have no one believe you.

Gen 7: Pink

Traits: Neat, Loner, Creative

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Career: Business

Rules: Complete the postcard collection, master writing and gardening skills, complete the Best Selling Author aspiration, have a well maintained garden, quit day job as an adult to pursue dreams and have at least one child (more if you choose).

Gen 8: Peach

Traits: Foodie, Lazy, Goofball

Aspiration: Joke Star

Career: Secret Agent

Rules: Marry a co-worker, must play an instrument, master gourmet cooking and comedy skills, master the secret agent career, must live in a different world than the one they were raised in and have at least one child (more if you choose). You can choose if you want to complete the aspiration or not.

Gen 9: Green

Traits: Slob, Geek, Cheerful

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Career: Tech Guru

Rules: Master mixology, programming and video gaming skills, master tech guru career, complete the Computer Whiz aspiration, must accept every invitation to parties/outings with your friends and/or go out or throw a party once a week, have at least five good friends and five enemies and have at least one child (more if you choose).

Gen 10: Blue

Traits: Gloomy, Perfectionist, Family Oriented

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Painter

Rules: Adopt at least one child, master the cooking, painting and gardening skills, master the painter career, complete the Big Happy Family aspiration, marry your high school sweetheart and stay with them until you die and have a one time secret affair.

I do not own this challenge, it is by Lilsimsie.

For me at least, I make my own husbands with required traits if needed.

Hope you enjoy doing this. Let me know if you want any other base game versions of challenges, if you are like me and play console with no mods or CC and own no packs.

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 challenge #not so berry #lilsimsie #base game #no mods #no cc

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flemingsfreckles · 1 year ago

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Don’t Be Sad

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: based off of this request. You take your kids to watch their mom play in the gold cup semifinal.

Warnings: upset Jessie, not really angst though

WC: 4.8k

A/N: okay, so the timeline here is all kinds of messed up in terms of how old Jessie is, the fic revolves around the US/CAN game but she obviously doesn’t have kids already so just go with it. It’s called fiction for a reason. This is also my first attempt at writing based off a request/an idea that my brain didn’t come up with.

“James, slow down please.” You hollered at your oldest child as he ran a couple of feet ahead of you. You watched as he stopped immediately in his tracks as if he had been frozen in place. The brown curls on his head bouncing slightly. Once you catch up to him you extend your hand out for him to hold.

“You have to be careful, you can’t be running ahead, there’s a lot of other people here.” You often took your kids to watch Jessie’s games, but most of the time they were not this busy. The stress of temporarily having to operate as a single mom with an almost 3 year old and 1 year old was building on you. Your wife would not be thrilled to learn you let one kid run off 20 minutes after arriving at the stadium.

“Sorry, just want to see Mama.” He said, reaching up to grab onto your hand.

“I know kiddo, we’re going to see Mama, but after her game remember, we can’t go talk with her before. Remember what I told you in the car?”

“Mama’s at work and is warm.” He tried his best to remember what you had told him about how Jessie wouldn’t be able to talk to you before the game. You had explained that she would have to warm up and be focused and ready for the game. Trying to explain that the field was her work and she wasn’t allowed to just come hang out.

“Mama!” Your one year old daughter, Nora, squealed, waving her hands in the air. You were holding her on your hip, not wanting her to get trampled in the busy stadium, also not fully trusting her minimal walking skills. She had recently started taking a few steps alone, and while holding the hand of you or Jessie, she could walk for a bit. A crowd of people was not the time to practice walking.

“Yes baby, Mama’s at work. We can see her after the game.”

Gripping your son’s hand tightly you continued to make your way to the friends and family box that the Canadian Team had set up for the Gold Cup Match. You didn’t love being in the box, it made you feel far away from the game. You liked being up close being able to see your wife playing just a couple meters away. Not being able to complain too much though, it was so much easier with the kids to be in the box, they were free to roam safely and could occupy themselves with other activities if they were too restless to sit and watch Jessie play. It was also nice on afternoons like tonight where the weather was brutal, you were able to stay nice and dry.

You checked into the box, grabbing some juice boxes for each of your kids. You looked around, you had gotten to the stadium pretty early, meaning the box only had a few other people in it already. You moved to the corner with a small table, setting down Nora, and pulling out a chair for James to sit as well. You rummage through your bag, pulling out some toy dinosaurs and cars for James and a stuffed moose than Jessie had gotten for your daughter before she left for the World Cup. Nora insisted it went everywhere she went so you had to bring it with. Placing their juice on the table as well you stood up, looking over the field. You spotted your wife, doing some dribbling in a space all by herself. Not being able to help yourself, you watch her for a second before you feel a hand on the back of your shoulder and a voice calling to you.

“There’s our favorite daughter-in-law!” Jessie’s parents had arrived, her mom standing behind you, arms out for a hug.

“I’m your only daughter-in-law.” You remind her as you move into her arms. Jessie’s father, already kneeling down to talk with your children, opts to give you a wave, you reply with a wave and a quick hello before he goes back to playing with a dinosaur.

“How are you? How are the kids? I feel like we haven’t seen you in forever. What has it been 6-7 months?” She asked.

“Something like that.” The last time you had seen the Flemings was when they had come to visit after the World Cup. “The kids, they’re good. They’ve definitely been keeping me on my toes these days especially while Jess has been away for this tournament. They still haven’t grasped the concept that this is Jessie’s work though. James kept asking when he could see her, it’s just hard to explain at that age, they think she’s just playing like they do in the yard.”

“Yeah I can imagine they don’t quite get it,” Jessie’s mom trailed off turning to watch her husband with his grandchildren. You both stand for a minute watching Jessie’s dad who now had your daughter in his lap, still holding a dinosaur in one hand, play with your kids. “Gosh they both look so much like Jess when she was that age.”

Your children were practically spitting images of your wife. They were, after all, biologically her babies. You and Jessie had decided to do reciprocal ivf after careful consideration. Together you had chosen that you would be the one that would carry them, not wanting to take Jessie away from her career and love for football, meaning the kids would be genetically related to Jessie while you carried them for 9 months, letting you both be a part of their creation. Who could say no to the idea of little versions of Jessie running around, not you.

Both having her brown hair, James' hair had started to show the soft waves that resembled Jessie’s. They both had big brown eyes, which they used to get their way with you. It was hard to say no to them when looking into their eyes reminded you of the woman you were so infatuated and in love with.

The resemblance was obvious at birth with their beautiful eyes looking up at you and Jessie as you held them for the first time. The first time you really recognized how much they all looked alike was one afternoon when you got home from work, you walked into an empty house calling for Jessie and getting no response. It was then that you had heard giggling and joyful screaming coming from the backyard. You walked out to watch as Jessie chased James around the yard, following him with the garden hose as Nora sat on her hip. It seemed they had been playing in the sprinkler all afternoon, all 3 of them soaked. You stood on the deck and watched, just admiring your family for a second before Jessie caught a glimpse of you. She dropped the hose to come say hello and proceeded to hug you, soaking your clothes in the process. Your kids followed and you saw all three of them with the freckles that covered their pink rosy cheeks, just another trait they had gotten from their mother.

The game started shortly after, you had taken a seat on a bench with Jessie’s dad, your son seated between the two of you and your daughter crawling across your lap. You weren’t always the most relaxed watching your wife play. Watching her play was so fascinating and you loved watching your wife play the game she loved so much, but it stressed you out. She always joked to you that you were more nervous than her and all you had to do was watch. Today you were extra anxious. Not only was this a knockout game, but the pitch conditions were horrendous. Everytime Jessie would go for a ball you were just hoping she didn’t slip and end up injured. The US took the lead 20 minutes in, only adding to your anxieties. Halftime came and went, Canada still down. It wasn’t until only 10 minutes were remaining that Canada tied it. You had jumped up and shouted in response to the goal, watching Jessie jump on top of Jordyn in her celebration. You watched as full time played out, ending in a tie. You stood up excusing yourself to use the restroom, leaving James and Nora with their grandparents.

Extra time began just as you returned to the box, you made your way to the table in the back of the room to grab a water bottle and turned back to face the pitch. The sight in front of you warms your heart. It even takes away the stress of the game for just a moment. There were your two children, Nora sitting on Jessie’s mom’s hip, you watched as she babbled at her grandmother, only a couple of the sounds coming out being actual words, but Jessie’s mom was responding as if she was having a complete conversation. James was sitting on his grandfather's shoulders, watching and listening closely as his grandpa pointed and tried to explain the game to him. You and Jessie, mainly Jessie, had tried to teach him but that’s hard to do with a just under three year olds attention span. All he wanted to do was roll the ball around with his hands. You had joked that he’d grow up to be a keeper.

What really tugged at your heartstrings was the assortment of jerseys that all had on, a mix of new and old and a mix of home and away. Your wife’s family name on all of them, which was now your last name too, displayed proudly across the back, her number sitting just below. You felt so lucky, you felt lucky everyday with Jessie, but even in a moment when she is caught up elsewhere, you feel her love and everything she had brought you in this life. Two beautiful children, an amazing set of in-laws, the chance to experience things you could’ve never imagined. Thinking about how adorable it was you grabbed your phone and snapped a photo to show Jessie later.

The anxieties came back as you returned to your seat on the bench. You couldn’t help but notice how relaxed Jessie parents seemed watching their daughter play, maybe it just came with decades of experience that you didn’t quite have yet.

You watched as overtime continued. Feeling upset when the US scored again, only to feel ecstatic when Canada tied it up. Before you knew it, overtime had expired and the game was moving on to penalties.

You watched as the US player made her penalty, followed by a miss by Canada. A goal and another miss had happened for the Canadian side before your wife took the ball and headed to the penalty spot. The US having scored three of their four penalties taken meant if Jessie missed, the game was over, but if she made it they would keep kicking.

Watching Jessie, or any player, take penalties was one of your least favorite parts of football. You always felt bad if a player missed but then you also felt bad for the keeper if it went it. Jessie had laughed when you told her, claiming you just weren’t competitive enough, when it’s your team on the line you don’t feel sorry for the other side. You had told her that your competitiveness only applied to her and whatever team she played for, other than that you were more of a ‘hoe everyone has fun’ type person. You asked Jessie about how it’s such immense pressure being put on just one person on each team and how it feels to be in that spot. Penalties usually didn’t bother your wife, everyone knew it, she had been a penalty kicking machine most of her career. The pressure on her shoulders everytime she steps up, being expected to make it every time, no questions asked, is not something you ever wanted to feel.

You watched her line herself up, placing the ball. Seeing this routine done more times than you could count you had memorized her behaviors. You knew each of her steps before taking it, asking one day in the backyard to explain it to you as she was practicing. Your hands came to rest on your knees that were anxiously bouncing.

She stepped back, took a deep breath and started toward the ball. And then it was dark.

You had shut your eyes, not intentionally, it just happened. You didn’t see the kick, you only realized that it must not have gone in when the crowd erupted in cheers. You slowly opened one eye, peeking as if it’ll change what had just happened. First you see the US team running, dog piling on top of one another. Second seeing Jessie, her head hung, walking toward the bench, shaking her head, brushing off the teammates attempting to console her. Feeling your heart sink for her, knowing just how upset she must be.

“Mom why are they hurting each other?” Your son tugged your hand. He pointed at the pile of US players on the field.

“They’re not hurting each other, they’re celebrating kiddo, they won.”

“But Mama supposed to win.” His eyebrows pinched together, confused looking up at you.

“Well honey that’s not how it always goes, do you remember watching the World Cup?” You hadn’t actually let them watch the games live due to the timing of them but you had put them on during the day letting them watch their mom play. “Mama’s team didn’t always win, right? That’s what happens sometimes. And sometimes that makes her sad. She might be a little sad when we go to talk to her, okay?” He just nodded back at you.

As the stadium cleared out, you and Jessie’s parents, each of them holding one of your kids hands, headed down to the base of the pitch. Jessie was making her rounds, thanking the Canadian fans for coming, signing autographs and taking photos. You loved how even after a tough game she made time for those who came to watch her play. You watched as she continued to make her way headed toward you, not seeing you yet.

“Mama!” James shouted pointing at Jessie. “Mama, hi!” His hand waved in her direction. Hearing her son's voice, Jessie’s head snapped to the side with a smile on her face as she saw her family, you, her kids, her parents all standing together waiting for her. Giving a quick wave to James she turned her attention to the young fan in front of her. She finishes greeting and chatting with the few fans between you and her. As she wanders over, her eyes meet yours for a second and while she isn’t currently crying, you can see she must’ve been at some point. Her face has small tear streaks and eyes are a little red.

“Hi Mama, don’t be sad.” Your son says, making grabbing motions with his hands at Jessie.

“Hi buddy, I’m just a little sad right now, but I’ll be okay. I’m happy that I’m getting to see you and Nora.” She reaches over the wall, grabbing James and pulling him up and over, into her arms. She hugs him tightly and then puts him down at her feet.

“Mama, it's grandma and grandpa.” Your son points, as if Jessie hadn’t seen her own parents in front of her.

“Hi Mom, hi Dad.” She acknowledges them with a quick wave, knowing she’ll be able to fully catch up with them later tonight.

“Hi love.” She turns her attention to you.

“Hi,” moving toward her you reach over the wall giving her a quick peck on the cheek quietly talking in her ear . “I’m so proud of you, even if you don’t want to hear that right now. I love you.”

You pull back, hearing your daughter start babbling again, the words “Mom” and “Mama” coming out as she looks from you to Jessie. She’s standing both of her arms above her head holding onto her grandpa's hands

“You heard her, give me my baby.” Jessie laughs holding her arms out to take Nora. You bend down to pick her up and pass her into your wife’s extended arms. “Hi cutie,” she bounces her, making soft giggles come from her mouth.

You admired Jessie’s ability to put on a happy face for your kids, you knew she was upset about the loss, the lack of penalty called against her, her missed kick, the pitch conditions, but none of it showed as she held your daughter. She looked as happy as can be, as if she had just won the whole tournament. Even if it was a forced smile, you could tell it was, she still put forth the effort.

“Look at us all matching.” She’s talking to your kids. “Can you take our photo?” Now directing her question to you. She bends down to kneel next to her son, daughter still in her arms. She smiles big and tickles your son, getting him to laugh, his smile big in the photo.

“Oh man, we’re all matching. It looks like we’re going on a family reunion with matching shirts.” You see Jessie standing up looking between you and her parents. Everyone laughs at the realization, sure you knew you were all wearing her jersey but it being pointed out was humorous .

“Okay James I have to go, but I’ll see you later tonight okay?” Your wife is back kneeling down, talking to your son.

“Okay Mama, you did a good job at your work job today.” He tries his best to tell Jessie she played well. She looks at you with a questioning glance.

“I was explaining to him that this is your job, the game is work.”

“Gotcha.” She hands you Nora before lifting James over again. “I just have to do recovery. I think since we’re out we’re released as well so I don’t have to stay at the hotel. I don’t know I’ll find out though.” She quickly informs you.

“Alright babe, just shoot me a text and let me know. We’re just going back to the rental.” Deciding that more space and isolation would be better than a hotel with two small children, you had rented a small house for the week. It had a couple bedrooms and was perfect for letting the kids be free and not cooped up in a hotel.

You give Jessie a quick kiss on the lips, making it short and sweet your wife wasn’t big on PDA anywhere, let alone in front of fans and more importantly her parents. Jessie gave hugs to her Mom and Dad before saying goodbye to them as well.

All five of you headed back to the house, Jessie’s parents deciding to crash in the extra bedroom for the chance to see their daughter more than if they had gone to the hotel they had originally booked. It was only an hour later when the knock at the door told you Jessie had arrived.

Jessie’s dad greeted her at the door. You were occupied feeding Nora in the bedroom, while Jessie’s Mom was watching James while he ate. Through the cracked door you could hear your father in law talking to his daughter. He was telling her how proud of her he always is. You could tell she entered the kitchen as you heard James start talking to Jess. You knew her arrival meant he would be done eating, forgetting food was ever an option, just wanting to hang out with her.

“She’s in the bedroom feeding Nora, third door on the left.” Jessie’s mom was telling her daughter.

It was only seconds later that there was a soft knock on the door and Jessie peaked her head though. Her cheeks are still rosy from the game.

“Can I come in or do you want privacy?” Her concern regarding you being comfortable showing.

“Yeah babe, nothing you haven’t seen before, it just felt a little weird with your Dad there so I figured I’d feed her in here.” Nodding at her to come in. She opened the door to come through, closing it behind her. She moved next to you, placing a kiss on your lips, one on your forehead and grazing a hand across Nora’s head. She smelled of vanilla and coconut, freshly showered, her hair still wet.

“I love you, you’re such a good Mom.” She sits down on the bed next to you. Jessie loved watching you with the kids. She especially loved watching you do the more “mundane” tasks, like you were now, Nora resting in your arms as she fed, a task you had done hundreds of times. It felt incredibly intimate to share these small moments together and Jessie was so grateful that you let her be there.

Deciding this might be the only bit of time you get with Jessie alone, without your son or her parents hearing, you decide to check on her. Jessie isn’t the best about expressing her emotions especially in front of your son, she never wants to appear sad or disappointed. Nora was here but she was occupied and she was not yet at the age of picking up much from conversations that didn’t involve the words Mom, Mama, or milk.

“Are you doing okay?” Looking in her eyes, you see the beautiful brown color looking back at you.

“I’m disappointed.” She pauses before continuing, “it just felt like something we could’ve won.” Her head comes to rest on your shoulder and she lets out a sigh.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. Are you okay besides being just disappointed?” You wanted to make sure the missed penalty wasn’t weighing too heavily on her mental. Jessie knew exactly what you were asking.

“I think so, I chatted quickly with the sports psych while I was stretching about the penalty, I think missing the one earlier got in my head. I don’t feel much at all about it.” Nora decides she’s done feeding, pulling her mouth away and trying to squirm from your hold. “Here let me take her.” Jessie pulls her into her lap, allowing you to clean up and pull your shirt back down.

“It was really nice having you all there after the game.” Her voice was soft as she continued “it just made it hurt a little less getting to see them. They take my mind off the game so quickly.”

“They were both so excited to see you.” You wrap your arm around her waist, pulling her closer to your side. “I was excited to see you too.” Jessie hummed in response, her cheek still resting on your shoulder. You look down in her arms, your youngest was laying, her eyes fluttering as she fought off sleep. Moments later your son is knocking at the door.

“Mama, Mom come on, I want to play and make Mama not sad anymore” You open the door to find your son, a dinosaur in one hand and a small ball in the other. Jessie’s mom quickly following him down the hallway.

“Sorry, we were cleaning up the table from his dinner, we can take play with him if you two need some more time.” She reached out to move James away from the door.

“Oh, no we’re good. Nora’s about to be asleep.” You point back into the room where Jessie is sitting gently rocking your daughter. “We can come play.”

You and Jessie leave the bedroom, coming back to the living room to play with James. Jessie’s dad takes Nora who is sound asleep, claiming he doesn’t get to hold her nearly enough. You both sit on the floor as James hands you plastic animals and begins telling you both about the make believe scenarios he had come up with. You stay on the floor for a while, switching between the make believe world with your son and having regular adult conversations with your wife and in-laws.

Jessie is quiet, not contributing much to the conversation, focusing more on your son. Wishing you could just lift the weight off her shoulders and take away the disappointment she is feeling toward herself, you try your best to steer any conversation away from mentions of the game or football.

James lets out a big yawn as he makes his dinosaur trample a small city he had created.

“Someone’s sleepy.” You tease him.

“No I’m not!” He protests. Looking at you with his brown eyes, silently begging for more time. “Want to keep playing with Mama, it makes her happy.” Jessie shoots you a look, her eyes begging just like his were, mouthing ‘five more minutes’ her hand being held up to emphasize her point.

“Okay, but only a few more minutes bud. You and Mama can play in the morning.”

He seems content with the extra few minutes and the reminder that Jessie would be there in the morning and goes back to playing.

After the few minutes pass by, Jessie starts to clean up the toys, James helping her. You stand up taking Nora from her grandfather’s arms, she’s still fast asleep. You say goodnight to Jessie’s parents and carry your daughter into the office that you had turned into her temporary bedroom. Your kids had separate bedrooms at home and you wanted to keep it as similar as possible. Being able to move around Nora’s crib easily, meant James got the other bedroom in the house. You placed her softly, with a kiss on her forehead and a whisper goodnight. Jessie surprises you by wrapping her arms around your waist.

“She’s so perfect.” Jessie whispers in your ear. “You made two perfect babies.” She adds a kiss to your cheek.

“Technically you made them.” You whisper back to her, still looking at Nora sleeping.

“We both made them, those are our kids.” Humming in agreement, you feel Jessie grab your hand turning to leave the room. You enter James’ room, he had changed into his pajamas while you both were putting Nora down.

“Do you want Mama to tuck you in tonight?” You ask him, wanting to give Jessie the chance as you had tucked him in alone the past few days.

“Both!” He points to both you and Jessie. You each take a side of the bed as he climbs in. You tuck him in, each giving him a kiss and telling him you love him and to not let the bedbugs bite.

Finally back in your bedroom, you and Jessie get ready for bed, each making a trip to the bathroom to brush your teeth, wash your face, change into sleeping shirts and shorts. You come out to Jessie sitting on the edge of the bed, you notice tears on the brims of her eyes.

“Hey, baby what’s wrong.” Rushing in front of her, you kneel down, cupping her face in her hands.

“Nothing, I'm okay.” She blinks hard, clearing the tears that were tempted to spill over.

“Jess, it’s okay if you’re upset, you can be upset in front of me.”

“I know.” There’s a pause and you’re not sure if she’s going to continue or not. You watch as a tear manages to make its way out, rolling down her cheek, you extend your thumb to brush it away. “I just, I feel like I let people down. It’s silly I know, it’s a game, but, I don’t know. I’m just disappointed in myself.”

“It’s not silly Jessie.” Grabbing her hands in yours. “You’re allowed to feel however you want about the game, you’re allowed to feel disappointed. You have to remember you’re just doing your best. Just like everyone else in that game and everyone else in the world, you’re doing the best you can. That’s all you can do.” Not sure if she’s even really listening to your words but wanting to get your point across you continue, “Jess people miss penalties all the time. It’s how it goes, you weren’t the only one to miss tonight. This isn’t all on you. You played so well this whole tournament.” You stand up as your knees started to ache, Jessie was the professional athlete in this family, not you. Deciding to sit on the bed next to her you wrap an arm around her shoulder and lean in.

“I hope you know how proud I am of you.” Hoping she can accept the compliment, she nods at you. The two of you sit in silence on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, just enjoying the quiet after the long day. You’re reminded of something from earlier in the day, reaching for your phone on the bed next to you.

“I know it’s not going to fix how you’re feeling about the game, but look at this.” You slide open your phone, open your photos to show Jessie the image you took of her parents with your kids. “Look at our family.”

She grabbed the phone from your hand, examining the photo. For the first time since the game had ended you saw a genuine smile come across her face.

“That’s our family.”

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jasongracedefenseattorney · 1 year ago

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i’ve seen this assertion and tweets like it several times so let’s actually check the text, shall we! first, what he is referencing is this moment during the war games in son of neptune:

notice how it says he’s fighting in “a completely unorthodox style” unlike how a roman would fight and this is why they aren’t prepared for his assault. it also says the sheer novelty of losing has thrown the defense into chaos. now considering jason is considered a sword master and spent MONTHS with the greeks, it’s safe to assume he’d have trained in their sword fighting methods. yes jason trained in one specific style of combat but so did percy, we just never see a situation where jason has to sword fight all of the greeks. in fact, he even says in house of hades that he struggled with the strict rules of the romans

now let’s get to the meat and potatoes: who would actually win in a fair fight? many people assert percy could and use this quote from mark of athena as evidence:

now if we look at this, we may think this proves anything but it doesn’t. two teenage boys having a pissing contest and each saying they’re better than the other is not evidence that either one actually is. so here’s the relevant parts of the fight that they’re talking about, which happens right before that scene

jason and percy are fighting and jason knocks percy off of his horse with a lightning blast (i would argue that bouncing lightning off of your sword is not predictable). he has his sword six inches from percy’s face when piper distracts him with charmspeak. this gives percy time to recover and he is able to sweep his legs under jason, making him hit his head and fall unconscious. percy almost kills jason until piper is able to charmspeak him. now piper is clearly a variable in this fight seeing as she stopped each of them from killing the other so if you take her out, what happens? easy. jason stabs percy through the face and wins. it is only because piper stopped jason in the first place that percy even had a chance to get that close to killing him at all. sure they are both highly skilled fighters and had he not used lightning, jason might not have won, but he did use the lightning because he has it along with flight and being able to harness air. percy discovered in tartarus that he was able to bend poison to kill akhlys; what happens when jason realizes he can pull the air from peoples’ lungs?

i understand percy is everyone’s favorite but can we please use our brains from time to time? yall hate jason for not being percy and refuse to acknowledge anything that makes him interesting because you base all of your info off of the lost hero in which he spends the majority of the book without a memory so OBVIOUSLY he wouldn’t be super interesting to read. even in his first chapter of the lost hero, he is knocking the socks off of his opponents AND by the end of the book, already learning greek fighting techniques of slashing rather than stabbing

anyway idk how to wrap this up i just want yall to acknowledge that jason is OP

#pjo #riordanverse #hoo #percy jackson #jason solos your fav #if i posted piper praise y’all wouldn’t bring up annabeth to compare so why do it with jason #he is his own character and it’s just jason y’all do this with #how come no one can ever praise jason without him being compared to percy/nico/thalia???#jason grace my beloved #jason grace solos your fav #jason grace appreciation #jason grace

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mysteryshoptls · 4 months ago

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R Azul Ashengrotto - School Uniform Vignette

"By a mere die"

[Classroom]

Azul: Good afternoon, all. Oh, Idia-san, I see you've arrived already.

Idia: Azul-shi… You finally showed up to the club room. Look at this.

Idia: I finally got my hands on the latest edition of the "Magical Game of Life."

Azul: The "Magical Game of Life"…? If I recall, that's a board game, yes?

Idia: Right! You roll a die to move your little car along the board, get married, have children, buy a house, sometimes go bankrupt…

Idia: It's a decision-game revolving around whatever life may throw at you!

Idia: Here, we're in the Board Game Club, we should toss a few dice around and play a proper board game.

Azul: Ah, no… I think I'll pass. I am not very fond of games that rely on luck.

Idia: Here we go again, you always say that. All you play are strategy games like land cultivation, or shop management.

Idia: Don't you ever get bored of always picking games you constantly have to use your brain for? It's not bad to pick something that's got an element of randomness to it, you know.

Azul: Those luck-based games just are at the whim of chance.

Azul: I prefer games that allow me to polish my strategizing skills.

Azul: A game like the "Magical Game of Life" in which all we do is throw some dice around is just utterly imbecilic…

Idia: Uh-huuuh. So basically…

Idia: You have no confidence that you can win in any game that doesn't require strategy. …Right?

Azul: Excuse me?

Idia: Even the great and powerful Azul-sama cannot hope to win against pure luck. You don't have the intellect to coerce the outcome of the thrown dice, hm.

Idia: I seeee, I seeee! Fweheheh, I get it, I get it. Okay then, it's fine, you don't have to play.

Azul: …Who do you think you're speaking to?

Azul: Do you think I would lose to you in a game where all we do is roll dice?

Idia: Heehee… I never said I thought you'd lose. I'm just saying you don't have to go through the trouble.

Azul: You certainly know how to provoke people. …Fine.

Azul: I shall go along with your little game today.

Idia: Here we go, let's get the game on a roll! First, pick out the color that'll be your car…

Idia: Geheh. Looks like you lose another three turns according to the all-powerful dice.

Azul: How…

Azul: How could my life be affected by a mere die…!?

Idia: And while you're doing that, I've struck oil.

Azul: What is with that sudden development!? Why did an oil field suddenly appear in the middle of a shopping center!?

Idia: Hey, chill, it's just a game. It's your turn now. Roll the dice already.

Azul: …It's a 2.

Idia: …Oh-hooo?

Idia: "You purchased a home, but it is in disrepair. Lose 5,000,000 Madol. Oof! That sucks!

Azul: There is no way that I, of all people, would fall for a scam like this…! This game is absurd!

[Interior Hallway]

Idia: Whew, Azul-shi was a sight to see last week. I still remember how infuriated he got… Bwahaha.

[Classroom]

Idia: Oh hey, Azul-shi. You're early today.

Azul: 5… 5… 3.

Idia: Azul-shi?

Azul: One more time, 5… 2… No good, next… 3.

Idia: Heeey.

Azul: Perhaps I need to use more speed. 5, 5… 5! Yes! ….Oh, Idia-san. You're here.

Idia: Yup. You looked like you were in your own little world, what's going on?

Azul: Ah, yes. As you can see, I've been practicing dice rolling.

Azul: As the result of all my practice, I now have a 1 in 3 chance of rolling the number I want.

Idia: The number you want!? How is that possible…?

Azul: I hold the die with the 2 facing up, then toss with a flick of the wrist. I'll get about 4 and a half rotations with the strength I put in.

Azul: Watch the die roll… See, a 5!

Idia: Azul-shi, don't tell me… Have you been practicing throwing dice ever since you lost in the Magical Game of Life last week!?

Azul: I merely lost last week due to my negligence.

Azul: It became a simple game of chance simply because I was unprepared.

Idia: But that's the point of board games like these…

Azul: Not at all, it only happened due to a lack of preparation.

Azul: If I focus on the game and compensate for the luck element…

Azul: I can even conquer this sort of board game!

Idia: You're… Trying to remove the element of chance from a game of luck!?

Azul: However, I'm still not at my peak. I can still improve even further. I'll try throwing the dice a little stronger this time…

Idia: Azul-shi? Heeeey, Azul-shi, you hearing me?

Azul: A 4… Off by one pip…

Idia: He's completely immersed. I don't think he hears me at all.

Azul: 4… 4… And a 3 this time. I'll need to steady my wrist more… Another 4…

Idia: Y'know, I always thought that despite how he looks, Azul-shi is pretty straightforward and tenacious…

Idia: And goes all out for everything.

Azul: Alright! That is five 4's in a row! There's no way I will lose now!

Requested by @pianostarinwonderland.

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #twst azul #twst idia #twst translation

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worldofsaia · 2 months ago

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MICHAEL TALBOT ;

the holographic universe • 1991

what if reality isn’t as solid as it looks? what if it’s more like a projection from something beyond?

TALBOT explores an idea—taking principles from the legendary physicist DAVID BOHM, and neuroscientist KARL PRIBRAM that suggest that behind the projection, there's interconnected existence.

in THU, quantum mechanics connect to paranormal experiences where current technologies fail, and this suggests that consciousness might be non-local, influencing reality like the observer effect.

these cases follow: telepathy, near-death experiences, synchronicities, and psychic abilities.

¹ ˙𖦹 *∴ A HOLOGRAM BRAIN

KARL PRIBRAM, in his research, realized that memories were not localized to any specific brain region, and, inspired by the holography concept, began to explore how the brain processes and stores information, leading to the holonomic brain theory.

the brain has FOURIER-LIKE PROCESSING, rendering information using wave interference patterns.

╰╼ a fourier transform is a math construct that takes complex signals (like sound waves) and breaks them down into simpler parts (like individual notes). your brain is doing this with information all the time, i.e;

— you suddenly remember a song you haven’t heard in years.

— a childhood memory pops up randomly.

— people with brain injuries sometimes recall after amnesia, or even access entirely new skills and epigenetic memory.

in these moments, your brain isn't like a hard drive storing data in little compartments—it’s more like a receiver, tuning into a bigger field of information.

and if that’s the case, is your brain creating consciousness, or is consciousness something bigger that your brain is just accessing?

other theories state that consciousness is a fundamental aspect of the universe, with the brain acting as a receiver or filter, it's the blueprint that allows the brain to do what it does, or even better, a physicalized avatar of consciousness, the same as the body and the world.

²˙𖦹 *∴ A HOLOGRAM REALITY

In the 1980s, DAVID BOHM thought mainstream quantum physics was missing something. dissatisfied with conventional copenhagen interpretations of his time, he proposed that reality itself is a projection from a deeper, invisible order—like a video game rendering a 3D world from 2D code.

consider: you think about someone, and they text you. you think of a number or an animal, then you see them everywhere, you convince yourself so thoroughly that you'll fail your driving test, and do so spectacularly awful it feels prophetic.

coincidence? maybe. or maybe your brain is tuning into a frequency—filtering reality based on what you’re focusing on—just like the sims 4—where the game only loads what you’re looking at.

physics states that particles remain connected even when they’re light-years apart. this is called nonlocality; everything in reality is deeply connected.

in bohm’s holistic view; these connections undeniably imply an “unknown and undescribable totality” which he calls the “holomovement,” which is the fundamental ground of all matter or; implicate order, which our observable reality, aka explicate order, comes from.

even black holes are theorized to store reality on their horizion surface, like a hologram—so what if the whole universe does the same? if our reality unfolds from a largely unseeable, unknownable infinity, it's right to call it a projection.

³ ˙𖦹 *∴ TIME, SPACE, MATTER

if reality is really holographic, then time, space, and matter are illusions emerging from a deeper level of unity.

we've already connected non-locality with space, so what about the other two? in quantum physics, TIME doesn’t always flow the way we think it does.

entangled particles not only connect to each other, they can also act on each other across what appears to be impossible distances in no time at all.

time dilation (proven by EINSTEIN) shows that time slows down near the speed of light, shows that time is relative.

even in daily life, time feels different depending on what you're doing (boring class vs. fun weekend). that's why we have calendars, watches, units and systems to measure something that, otherwise, doesn't exist unless we're paying attention to it.

as a matter of fact, ‘time’ seems to happen without time. the projection we watch (our observable universe) still follows its own internal “script” that includes processes like aging and cellular decay. even if you don't know time, you know progress, because you expect it.

okay. what about MATTER? when we look at the world around us, everything seems solid, right? your phone, your chair, your body—all solid objects. but at the smallest scales, where they become particles, collectives of atoms participating in unison, none of these things behave the way we think they do.

even stranger—particles (like electrons or light) can either act like solid little particles (like a tiny ball) or like waves (like ripples in the water), when we observe them closely. they “choose” to behave as particles.

this means at the most basic level, matter isn’t really “stuff”—it’s more like potential until we observe it. it’s only when we look that it “decides” to act like a solid thing.

⁴ ˙𖦹 *∴ SHIFTING W/ HOLOGRAPHIC MODEL

if we take the holographic universe theory seriously, reality is a hologram, then your consciousness is the projector. shifting should be as simple as changing the film running in that projector, right?

yes. and you've shifted so many times! it's just that the more you ‘try’ to shift, the more you reinforce a reality where you're trying to shift—not the one where you've already shifted. and your brain filters out changes to keep you itself stable and safe. this is why reality feels so monotonous, even though it's constantly shifting in little ways.

to break out of the loop, you need to glitch reality—enough that your brain stops autopiloting and lets your consciousness move freely. it's important to note you're not traveling anywhere, you're just wiping your glasses—aka, consciousness, the lens of your reality.

STEP ONE

the fact that you even know about shifting means it’s already happening. you’re just stuck in the “trying” loop. reality runs on predictable patterns, and your brain fills in gaps to make it feel stable. naturally, the quickest way to shift is to mess with that stability.

here are some ways to do that, stick with one or two of them or all of them, it doesn't matter:

— walk into a room and act like something changed (without checking). even if things look the same, in your mind, keep running the “program” that you're already in your dr.

— misremember something on purpose (“Wait, wasn’t my blanket blue?” Even if it never was.)

— when you do anything, like check your phone, act like it’s your DR phone. what would be on your screen? if your DR has no phones, imagine you’re reading a book or getting a message another way.

— if someone talks to you, mentally swap their words for what they’d say in your DR.

— throughout the day, remember that you shifted, mentally say: “Wait, when did I shift?”

— or ask yourself: “Wait, what was I doing again?” (in your DR) it doesn’t matter if you don’t “believe” it, act like it’s obvious.

STEP TWO

notice how you shift realities when you least expect it? when you’re half-asleep, zoned out, or so exhausted you stop caring? that’s because caring too much locks you into your current state.

— before bed, or when making an attempt, prime your mind by saying: “I actually don’t care about shifting anymore,” or “Shifting isn't so important after all.”

you’ll either 1) shift because you stopped resisting the process, 2) wake up feeling slightly different, which means you did shift but your brain is pretending nothing happened.

NOTE

if it feels weird, good. that means your brain is questioning it. when your brain starts doubting reality, it will try to restabilize by convincing you, “this is normal, nothing happened.”

your consciousness moves faster than your logical brain, meaning 9/10 you literally shifted—but your brain is reconstructing old memories to keep things feeling ‘normal.’ so if you keep asking, "did i shift?", you’re just reinforcing your old reality.

#unsunderedsaia #reality shifting #shifting blog #shiftblr #shifting realities #guide #law of assumption #shifting community #neville goddard #manifestation #loa tumblr #loablr #loa blog #success story #instant manifestation

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seasidefallenangel · 4 months ago

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game au: voicelines 2

notes: fluff, paralive game au, no content warnings, sequel to this based off these two asks ; i didn't do allen because i dislike him lol and couldn't grasp his character

༄ anne faulkner

⁀➷ about their lover:

“oh! what shade of purple do you think is nicer? my partner said they love the way i look in it, so i’ve been buying more clothes recently. the way they fawn over me is so cute!”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“isn’t this picture so cute?! i know polaroids are such old tech, but they’re still fun to use. this one was after our third date. they kept losing at the ring toss game trying to win me a stuffed animal, so we just went to the store and bought matching ones together. i think it’s much more special that way.”

⁀➷ true self:

“ah, this is so embarrassing. i hate for you to see me crying.

my mother called and i’m sure you can figure out how that goes. honestly, when i first decided who i wanted to be, my partner was the only one who accepted me with no questions. i think i loved them well before that, but that moment really solidified it, you know?”

⁀➷ the future:

“do you think it’s too soon to design my wedding dress? aha, i know, i know. but it’s not as if i’d marry anyone else. normally i hate thinking about the future - i just like living in the moment, but how can i not be romantic when they’re the one involved?”

༄ hajun yeon

⁀➷ about their lover:

“surely you’re not thinking about making a move on my partner, right? a downgrade such as that is a bit much, even for them.”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“honestly, they’re far too sentimental. you’d think it’d kill them to think with their brain instead of their heart for once. they still keep the ticket stub from our first date in their wallet. how foolish can someone get?”

⁀➷ unconventional relationship:

“... what an idiot.

eavesdropping? you should mind your business better, you know? i’m talking about my partner, but i suppose that comment applies to you as well. regardless, what kind of person blushes when they’re insulted? the meaner i get, the more they become infatuated with me. i’ve never seen someone with less survival skills than them.”

⁀➷ the future:

“i truly pray they’re not foolish enough to expect marriage from me. there’s not much the lesser yeon can offer them anyway. i doubt my parents would even bother showing their faces at the ceremony. hm? can you tell me exactly where i said i have no interest in it? i’m simply pointing out the illogical facets of the idea.”

༄ nayuta yatonokami

⁀➷ about their lover:

“hey. if you were matching things with your partner, something subtle is better, right? i used to think this stuff is kinda lame, but i guess it’s nice when it’s with them.”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“kanata and i prefer not to live in the past. nothing good happened back then anyway. well, aside from meeting my partner. even compared to shiki, something about them was just different when we clicked. i’ve never been that lucky in life, but if meeting them was the sacrifice i had to make, then i’d do it over again.”

⁀➷ dress-up:

“blue is a better compliment… green? yellow is too invasive - oh. i didn’t hear you come in. you can leave it on the counter, thanks.

hm? oh, my partner’s been wanting to change up their style a bit but didn’t know where to start. i figured i could help them out a bit since it’s something i already enjoy. huh? i didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but they said the same thing as you. it’s not like i mind at all, especially for them.”

⁀➷ the future:

“god, i love my partner but they kept me up all night watching cheesy rom-coms. we made fun of them most of the time, but some they seemed interested in certain things. maybe i should… nevermind. i don’t wanna move too fast. we’re still young, you know? but with that said, i still want them in my life forever. maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad.”

༄ kenta mikoshiba

⁀➷ about their lover:

“fuck off and eat shit, stupid. just cause i’m stuck in this place doesn’t mean they’re up for grabs. ‘sides, they'd never fucking go for you.”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“ugh, i’d rather get shot than think about middle school. the only good thing about it was meeting that idiot. you should’ve seen their math scores. totally fucking useless. they’re lucky i was nice enough to help them. well, that and the fact they paid me to tutor them.”

⁀➷ co-op:

“ack, no - to the right, dumbass! we need healing more than buffing right now. i’ll cover you but don’t fucking jump into the middle of fire. god, you fucking suck at this game.

ha? the fuck do you want?! oh, it’s late already. just deal for a few more minutes. i’m tryna make my partner suck less shit than normal at this. d’ya have any idea how hard it is to be the brains of this relationship?! gh! you weren’t supposed to hear that - no, i think you’re smart. quit yelling at me!”

⁀➷ the future:

“you’re either braindead or a stupid ass idealist if you think we’ve talked about any sort of future together. i’m fucking trapped in this shithole, genius. i still don’t even know when my sentence is supposed to be up. pfft, as if i’m breaking up with them before that. ugh, i hate thinking about all that gushy adult shit anyway.”

#paralive x reader #paradox live x reader #paralive scenarios #hajun yeon x reader #nayuta yatonokami x reader #anne faulkner x reader #kenta mikoshiba x reader #paralive imagines #fluff #headcanons

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delululand · 1 year ago

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hii could you please do enha love languages? ty! <33

hii! this question has been in my inbox for a couple of months so thanks so much to this anon for the question and patience, i finally finished it!!

heeseung world of affirmation & physical touch

perhaps this is just my subjective perception, but i wouldn’t say that heeseung has a very noticeable love language that would immediately catch the eye, however, the words of affirmation seem to me to be his most noticeable love language. he really looks so happy and embarrassed when members or fans compliment him on his gaming skills or ask him to sing and admire his vocals. and this seems to be not only the language in which he chooses to receive love, but also the way he gives love. he always tries to praise and support the members and i’m sure that he would really be for his partner that person who constantly reminds you of what a wonderful person you are, really appreciates any of your skills and abilities, expressing his proud of you, never criticizes your ideas and always ready to listen and support. and physical touching seems a little less obvious, but he often casually touches participants by patting them on the back/head, patting them on the shoulder, and many other manifestations

jay act of service & physical touch (actually it’s seems like he has all 5, but i choose the biggest one)

the most visible language of love that immediately catches the eye is acts of service. he's literally the guy you don't need your brain with at all. you don't have to worry about ANYTHING. if you are going to go somewhere or even go on a trip, he will collect all the information, take into account everything you like to eat, drink, what you would like to see and experience, and based on this he will create an ideal route, all you need is your presence. if you are together, he will do absolutely everything for you, such as prepare food for you, set the table himself, serve you whatever you want, serve utensils, complete all-inclusive, i swear this guy is one step away from starting to feed you himself. cooking, cleaning, fixing anything, he is a wonderful housekeeper and knowing that you are tired, he will gladly free you from any household chores by doing everything himself. in any everyday matters, he is literally the most reliable person i have ever seen. at the same time, i cannot remain silent about how gentle he is in physical touch, he always treats members with such tenderness and is very responsive (?) to the desire to touch him from others. idk It sounds a little strange, but for example, i’m talking about that video where Jongwon was nervous and started to grab jay’s finger and jay immediately took his hand and allowed him to pull his arms, fingers, poke his knees and whatever he wanted as much as he wanted. there's nothing special with it, but it makes my heart melt. and as i mentioned above, he literally has all 5 love languages. we see how much he tries to spend time with the members the way they love, going bowling with niki, shopping with sunghoon and jungwon, playing with heeseung and so on, he really values quality time together. and he also often mentions the importance of spending time together, as he talked about how nice it would be to go on a trip with his family or how he imagined relaxing by the fireplace with a jungwon during the winter holidays. we see him constantly paying for the maknae, taking his mom shopping and always trying to buy her whatever she wants (+ quality time). and speaking about words of affirmations, i think it’s important to emphasize not only that he’s really very responsive and loves not only to talk but also to listen, which is very important, but also how attentively he treats his words. for example, when they were cooking something in one of the episodes of en o’clock, he wanted to joke that they weren’t doing very well and jungwon replied that he had crooked hands, jay thought it was because of his joke and was afraid that jungwon wouldn’t accept this is at his own expense, so he immediately said that his hands are crooked and jungwon does a good job. how much more confirmation do we need that he is literally husband material? (+some additional)

jake physical touch & world of affirmation

okay i think physical touch is more obvious. we see how he loves to hug members from behind, stroke their backs, smell their hair, and even inanimate things he always treats with some tenderness (like how he strokes pillows and all that). but he also has another side that is not talked about as often. he is really very good with words of affirmations!! members often mention that jake is the person they are most likely to want to talk to when they are feeling down or worried about something. they mentioned many times that he listens very well and knows how to choose the right words of support, and can not only provide moral support, but also gives good advice. and the way he supports the participants is always so touching and funny at the same time, like when jay teased sunoo that he wasn’t funny, jake immediately told sunoo “don’t listen, tell him let’s see how funny you are”. he is the person who will not only console and support you in private, but will not remain silent in public

sunghoon quality time & gift giving

i would like to say that his love language is teasing but i really feel like this guy is often underestimated behind the mask of a cold, frightening, unemotional person and he may seem like that, but only at first glance. he cares so much about his members and it often looks like his love language adapts to the other person. jake loves physical touch and sunghoon often touches him by patting him on the back, high-fiving him, or patting him on the back. jay likes to talk a lot and sunghoon listens to him (even if he teases him after...). heeseung loves to hear praise and sunghoon tries to praise him in all sorts of games and stuff. sunoo loves to giggle and sunghoon makes him laugh. engine want to speak to him in different languages and he tries every time even if he’s embarrassed by his english pronunciation. he always tries to take care of the people around him even if he does it unnoticed. and if we talk about his personal love language i would rather highlight quality time and gift giving, we all see that he is not very good at expressing feelings with words, so he would try to make up for it with actions. like just being together, even if you are not talking right now and everyone is busy with their own affairs, he would feel peace from the very fact that you are doing this next to each other in the same room. and speaking of giving gifts, he just constantly sponsors you with anything, but unlike jay, it wouldn’t be something expensive or something like that, just random things that he gives you with the words “nothing special, just went home, saw it and decided to buy”. i really hope that one day more people will see how much feeling and warmth really lies behind his cool exterior

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