#unfortunately you have a water phobia

[ghosted-draws]

You sit there, sinking, barely struggling- as waves of emotions wash over you, pulling you under.

White space is a starting place for Sunny and, in turn, Omori. It’s the very first room headspace ever made him. If he doesn’t distract himself, he finds himself sinking back into those feelings that created it to protect him in the first place.

[yandere-wishes]

‧ ₊˚✧ Do Not Weep Hydro Dragon ‧ ₊˚✧

Summary: There's a crack in Neuvillette's heart that bares your name. He sheds a tear for you each day. Yet once you return to Fontaine with your fiance. The cracks and tears begin to grow. 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, arranged marriages, affairs. 

Author's note: I'm sorry 😭💔😭💔

There've been rumors circling around Fontaine. Ghostly whispers floating between coral-tainted lips and fervid ears. The rumors spoke a bittersweet name. One Neuvillate had long since buried. At first, the notion of your return had felt like a bad dream. like the roar of a tsunami before it crashes on shore. Terrifying yet, ultimately unreal. He'd summed the rumors up to some traveler who bore your mien. To an erroneous article by the steam bird. Anything. anything at all. 

Anything that wasn't you.

It wasn't until after a particularly grueling trial that he'd witnessed the truth behind these rumors. There you were in all you're glory. Gleaming akin to the finest pearls laying dormant in the primordial sea. Your expression, when he could catch it, was gleeful, delighted, A drastic contrast to his last unfortunate memory of you. His eyes follow the delicate movement of your gloved hand as it stifles a cheery giggle pouring from your cherry lips. It's only after noting your delight that he becomes conscious of the gentleman accompanying you. A ginger with bloodthirsty eyes and a soul that reeks of carnage.

A splash of heat rolls down Neuvillet's cheek. Right before a splash of cold splatters across his temples. his attention narrows on the sky, as the

clouds begin to weep. What once was a peaceful sunny day shatters like a wine glass on porcelain tiles. Humidity threads through the air robbing him of his breath. 

It's raining.

How fitting, Neuvillette thinks as he watches you and your companion run to find shelter. 

Neuvillette recalls your smile almost as clearly as he recalls your pulse under his teeth. The taste of your flesh as his teeth left bloody love bites in every wrong place. He remembers saying I love you, albeit there was more to it than that. It had started with I love you and ended with every truth he'd forgotten how to tell. He had shed his human masquerade, in the hope of finding true love. You had screamed that night. You had screamed every night since. 

Neuvillette thumbs through his memories. As the rain outside grows more ferocious. He remembers you standing by the sea, he remembers you telling him the phobias that ran deeper than blood. 

You hadn't been from Fontaine, not originally. A fallen gear from an ancient automaton whose kin resided across the sea.

You'd been raised in the ways of the hydro court. Even if 'raised; was too generous a word. Morphed or sculpted may have been more appropriate synonyms. You grew up clawing at your own skin, trying to find who was underneath the layers of mindless expectations. You'd been raised as a lady and grew into a harrowing beast that feasted on the stars. 

Yet even creatures of unparalleled strength had their weaknesses. Even ever-blessed vision wielders bore a certain Achilles heal. 

Yours so happened to be your incompatibility with your foster nation. Or rather with the water itself. 

When people asked, as some had tended to do. You'd weaved them tales about serrated Pisces and dorsal-finned leviathans with open maws awaiting their prey. You don't tell them about the vastness, the dark blue landscape that feels all too wide and all too endless. You don't tell them about the things you swore you've seen lurking beneath the infinite waters of Fontaine. And you most certainly leave out the parts about the creature who engraved fear upon your bones many moons ago before you even knew how to walk.  

Neuvillette remembers your eagerness to leave. That had, ultimately, been your bonding point. He'd been an outcast. The supreme justice was ever only relevant when he upheld the law. And whilst Supreme Justice Neuvillette was revered and adored by all. Plain Neuvillette was nothing more than a shadow of evaporated water that hunted the streets of Fontaine. You had never wanted to mingle with the people. Keeping everyone at arm's length. Maybe it was fate that had brought two lonely souls together all those moons ago. Maybe it was something else. 

He had loved you. He swears it on the Hydro archon ( or any other Archon who lacks Furina's fickleness) He'd tried to show you that the waters of Fontaine meant you no harm. He'd even shown you his true form, the utmost assurance. Maybe that's why you fled. Maybe that's why you'd left him heartbroken one morning when the sun didn't rise. 

It had rained that day. As well as the following days. Until the surrounding islands ceased to exist. 

You'd left him hollow and alone.

Yet your return made the cracks in his heart fester. 

 Neuvillette had taken it upon himself to cloak you in his watchful gaze.

He'd come to notice how you and that dreadful Fatui Harbinger you'd come to associate yourself with. Rather liked taking long walks

 where the sea kissed the shore. He'd also noticed a ring of Snezhnaya Alexandrite perpetually wrapped around your finger. 

Neuvillette's footsteps are heavy as they collide with the concrete. He's closer today. So close he can practically smell the scent of citrus and eucalyptus. If he reached out with his powers he could surely touch you, feel the warmth of your body bleeding into him, just like old times. He misses you, yet a part of him pities your return. Neuvillette's grey eyes follow your desolate gaze. It rips open one too many wistful wounds. 

"So then Teucer said...Hey darling are you listening?"

Childe's eyes follow your frozen glare, tracing your line of sight straight to the menacing waters that refuse to part from your side. You hear your lover mumble a faint 'right'. Before you feel his silk-clad fingers dance across the back of your neck. Flirting with the chilling fear that rolls off you in waves. You pin your body to him, finding comfort in the familiar scent of his cologne as you bury your head in his neck. 

"I'm truly sorry for this darling" Sincerity rolls off his tongue, percolating into the tender kiss he presses to your temple. "I've just been feeling...down lately. Like this inexhaustible sadness is going to swallow me whole. Fontaine was the only place I could convince the Tsaritsa to transfer me for a short while. I just, I need a break from it all." You answer him in a low melodic hum. You get it, truly you do. Sadness is a poison, acidic in nature. It engulfs one's soul. Melting away their purpose, their resolve. Eating away until it reaches their hearts, their desires. It leaves behind empty shells and broken pieces too fragile to ever fully mend. 

Who better than you to understand the pains of being soulless, bereft? A mere shell awaiting a miracle that had died long ago. 

There's a voice, carved from velvet and silk. It rolls across you like a tidal wave. Potent yet soft. It whispers your name and calls out in hopes of mending broken hearts. You turn to look behind you. All you see is the endless sea. 

It's only on the fourth day of your visit that Neuvillette permits you to see him. Actually, see him. It's no longer his ghost that haunts you nor the empty waves that he commands beckoning you by name. It's him, really him. His glare is relentless as he leaves a prolonged kiss on your knuckles. You're in the middle of a conversation with that dreaded harbinger. Something about his older sister wishing to take to shopping upon your return to Snezhnaya.

"My darling it's been all too long, how fare thee my-"

He's cut short, how rude. Yet far be it from him to expect proper mannerisms from the Fatui.

"Hey, I'm having a conversation with my betrothed. Don't interrupt." Childe's eyes morph into his own glare. One which promises blood and violence. The fates of those caught on the other end of said glare are never pleasant. 

"As the chief justice of Fontaine, I have to right to interrupt any conversation I see fit."

Despite yourself, you let out a laugh. Choke the fear down with a cup of Fonta and ask Neuvillette to join the two of you. It's the nostalgia talking really. Some remnants of the past collide with the present causing your heart to adopt an unsteady rhythm. 

It's after that event that Neuvillet permits his presence to be seen by you and your "lover". He's always a mere breath away, following under the guise of being a gracious "tour guide". But tour guides do not wrap their arms around a lady's waist when her fiance isn't looking. Nor do they sneak kisses behind open parasols. You haven't protested about any of this. Maybe your fear of the hydro dragon has perished, replaced with a yearning for your former lover. He prays to every star in Tyvat for this to be true. 

It's on the day of your departure that you receive the bad news in the form of an army of Gardemeks. Childe is being arrested, something about a serial disappearance case. Something about a trial. It's a ruse you feel it in your bones. Neuvillette personally appears at the docks and holds you in his arms as you weep. He assures you this will all be cleared up soon. That you have nothing to fear. 

But you do, you have all so much to fear. Neuvillette permits you to stay at his house whilst the trial takes place. He traces the shimmering blue of your veins with his lips. He says he loves you, that he refuses to let you slip from between his fingers ever again. He'll keep you here. Keep you safe. Away from the Fatui. 

Away from Ajax. 

How he wishes he could tear the universe apart with his teeth. Part the oceans and bury the two of you under it. He dreams of keeping you by his side away from everyone else. Neuvillette is the chief justice of Fontaine, it's a prestigious role, one that demands trust. Yet maybe, just this once. He'll have to find the accused guilty regardless of the evidence. 

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[plaguedocboi]

Waterfalls! These gorgeous, powerful features of nature have been oddly lacking in my past lists, I think in part because their danger has always seemed more “obvious” to me. But doing the research for this list has reawakened my phobia of the water. Some of the later entries (numbers 9 and 10 especially) brought back anxieties that I thought I had gotten over long ago, but it was kind of thrilling. Like watching a particularly scary horror movie. Let’s get into it!

1. Underwater Waterfall, Mauritius

No, it’s not really a waterfall. It’s just an optical illusion caused by sand falling off the island’s slope down into the deeper water below. But it looks cool and scary, and the drop-off is 2.5 miles deep so that’s pretty impressive and I think it deserves at least a mention.

2. Blood Falls, Antarctica

There’s nothing particularly dangerous about this one, it just looks incredibly creepy. Obviously, it’s not actually blood, it’s just water that’s very rich in iron. But the really fascinating part of this waterfall is that its source seems to be a subglacial lake that contains a unique microbial ecosystem which has been isolated for two million years! These microbes are like nothing else we’ve ever observed in nature before. They live in an incredibly cold and extremely saline lake, and metabolize sulfur and iron ions with no oxygen present. They are being used as a model to study what life on ice-covered alien planets could be like.

3. Khone Falls, Laos

This waterfall is not nearly as famous as some of the others on this list, which is surprising because it’s the widest waterfall in the world, with an average width of six miles! Although not particularly tall, it is the second most powerful waterfall in the world, more than double the power of Niagara Falls! The Khone falls divide the Upper and Lower Mekong river, making travel by boat between the north and south impossible. What makes it kind of unsettling to me is that during the rainy seasons the falls are basically swallowed up by the river, turning them from a spectacular waterfall to a series of massive rapids.

4. Huntington Gorge, Vermont

When water levels are low, this river is a popular and scenic swimming spot, and the canyon has an almost otherworldly quality with its unique bends and overhangs. Unfortunately, these very features are what makes it so dangerous. Much like the infamous Strid, the gorge is full of holes, steep drop-offs, and powerful currents hidden beneath the water, which can suck people in and trap them against the cliff walls. Over fifty people have died here since the 1950s, and many more have been injured. With proper precautions, one can safely explore the gorge and swim in the river, but don’t forget that this water has swallowed up many people before you.

5. Victoria Falls, Zambia

I’m sure most of you already know about Mosi-oa-Tunya, more widely called Victoria Falls, as the largest waterfall in the world. Formed as the Zambezi river pours into a series of massive gorges, this curtain of water spans nearly a mile and falls 300 feet with such force that columns of rising spray can be seen for miles around. Despite this, the pools around the lip of the falls can be relatively tame, and locals have fished while balancing on the edge of the cliff for generations. The safest and most famous of these fishing holes is the Devils Pool, which allows you to literally swim right up to the edge of the world’s biggest waterfall. The pool is actually very safe when the correct precautions are taken, and I can only find one death attributed to the pool specifically, when a tour guide in 2009 fell while trying to help a man who had slipped and was dangling off the edge (and, honestly, I was expecting a lot more deaths given the amount of clickbait articles advertising it as the most deadly swimming hole in the world). Although that was the only death from the Devils Pool, there have been many other deaths at Victoria Falls, mostly tourists who underestimate the power of the river or get too close to the edge. So if you ever visit this spectacular waterfall, please observe it from a safe distance and follow all the rules.

6. Huka Falls, New Zealand

This is not a traditional waterfall, but rather a series of small waterfalls along a narrow stretch of the Waikato river, creating an incredibly turbulent chasm that ends in a whirlpool. The 300-foot wide river is funneled into a 50-foot wide stream, causing a torrent of water that flows at a rate of 58,000 gallons per second. Obviously, this is not an area that you should get in the water, but not everyone takes that advice. There have been multiple deaths at this waterfall, and a few narrow escapes, including two swimmers who, incredibly, survived after trying to raft down the falls on pool toys. Please, for the love of god, don’t do that.

7. Niagara Falls, US/Canada

These falls are the only place on this list that I’ve visited, and I can tell you they are certainly an incredible sight, but also rather intimidating due to their sheer size and power. These three massive waterfalls are fed by the Great Lakes and, combined, have nearly 700,000 gallons of water thundering down every second. There is also a permanent whirlpool in the river that has existed for over 4,000 years and reaches depths of 125 feet! Besides being huge and awe-inspiring, these waterfalls are known for their appeal to daredevils who have gone over the edge in barrels or, in one case, a giant rubber ball. But these famous success stories are punctuated with tragedy. Roughly 20-30 people die at Niagara Falls every year. Most of these, sadly, are suicides, but others are failed attempts to replicate the successful daredevils of the past, and others are accidental. An estimated 5,000 bodies were recovered at the bottom of the falls between 1850 and 2011.

8. Murchison Falls, Uganda

Also known as Kabalega Falls, this is the worlds most powerful waterfall. Formed as the Nile River flows from Lake Kyoga to Lake Albert, this waterfall is so strong it literally causes the ground to shake around it. Here, the Nile is constricted from a river nearly 400 ft wide to a passage only 20 ft wide, creating an incredibly turbulent and violent tunnel of water that tears its way into the pool below at 79,000 gallons per second. And this is no ordinary pool. Waiting below the falls is the highest concentration of large crocodiles observed anywhere in the world, waiting for any dead or stunned animals caught in the falls to wash into their lair. Although the waterfall and surrounding park are now a beautiful tourist attraction and wildlife refuge, the history of the falls includes tales of human and animal sacrifices, thrown in alive to appease the gods that some believed resided beneath the raging waters.

9. Bath Fountain, Jamaica

This is just a random little waterfall along a hiking trail, but the video triggered some intense bathophobia in me for the first time in a while. Like, I was scared to get in the shower after watching this. Proceed with caution:

10. Kipu Falls, Hawaii

This one scares me because, despite my research, I can’t actually figure out what the hell is happening here. Multiple people have died here; all tourists, all drownings, all of seemingly very unclear causes. Kipu Falls is a beautiful and popular swimming spot, and locals frequently dive off the top of the falls with seemingly no danger. However, five deaths over the course of five years from 2006-2011 challenged its reputation of being a safe swimming hole. All the articles I could find seem to repeat the same information; there is no current in the pool and the waterfalls are not especially powerful. Despite these established facts, all five deaths were the same. Someone jumped in, surfaced, and then were dragged back down to the bottom of the pool and held there until they died. This has resulted in a lot of speculation, including everything from a hidden whirlpool current to evil spirits. I’m just. Really unsettled by the lack of information on this one. Every article I found was published in 2011 and I couldn’t find any updates, which hopefully means people aren’t still dying here, but… what the fuck???? Was going on????? Sorry guys this one might not be as dangerous as some of the others but it freaks me out a lot so it’s getting a higher rating. I want to know what’s going on but I’m sure not going to investigate it myself.

[mystar-girl57]

𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐦

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

Summary: widowed!jake sully x fem!reader

Warnings: reader has Thalassophobia (phobia of oceans/deep and large bodies of water), argument, reader nearly panicking, sad Tuk

Comments: I’m gonna say right now I’ve done so much research and I cannot find what the Metkayina sleep on 😭. I dont know if its hammocks or cots or whatever but someone please tell me if they know. Also if you can listen to the song Meadow Lands by A.J. Meadow towards the end of the chapter it really helped inspire the ending/setting

Today was your first official day in Awa'atlu, which meant today would be your first day learning the ways of the water with the Metkayina. The roar of the ocean filled your ears as you made your way outside of your marui pod. The kids were already gone having left with Tsireya and her older brother Aonung after breakfast and Jake left not much long after with Tonowari leaving you alone. At first you were confused, how come you had not gone with either group? Surely you too needed to learn their ways so that you would not be useless like Tonowari said. But the more you thought of it your selfish side assured you that this would be fine, you staying back.

But that moment was unfortunately short lived, your ears perked up to the sound of your name being called. You did not need to turn around to know who it was. Ronal. When you finally shifted to look at her she stood there with her usual reserved and powerful demeanor. She was the true definition of a power leader in your eyes. Someone that you knew you could only dream to be half of.

“Come,” she ordered, “it is time for us to begin.”

Just as you expected the woman made a beeline to the beach and continued to walk to the water. You however hung back, watching as the waves forced themself up on shore and slapped down onto the sand before fizzling out and drawing back into the water to recharge for the next wave. You wanted to go to the water, you truly did to show Ronal you were not the weak omatikayan she thought you to be but the more you thought about the ocean and what could happen to you should you enter the firmer you planted your four toes in the sand.

“Are you coming?” The tsahìk asked, raising a brow. When you did not move she let out an impatient huff. “If you are to learn our ways you must get in the water.”

Ronal walked away from the water, her large tail lashing slightly behind her as she got behind you. At first you did not understand what she was about to do but when Ronal put her hands on your back and gave you a shove to the water you caught on. “No- No.” you muttered and tried to brace your feet in the sand to push against her but she was strong. Stronger than any omatikayan woman or man that you had come across and you had a feeling that she was not even using her full strength to push your lithe body closer to the water.

With each push the tsahìk gave the more panicked you felt. Just as the water splashed against your toes you moved out of her way causing Ronal to stumble in surprise. You were panting, your ears pinned back. Your tail lashed nervously behind you as you shook steps back from the water and from the woman.

“I am- I am sorry but I cannot. I- I cannot go in the water.” You were fumbling for your words as you tried to block out the sounds of the waves breaking beside you. This is the closest you had come to the water and it petrified you. “I am truly sorry.”

Ronal was quiet as she stood up to her full height and brushed the sand off of her body. She looked at you with the same firm eyes as she had done the day before when you arrived, but this time she was not judging what was on the outside, she was studying what was on the inside.

“Ewya warned me about you.” She spoke after a while, coming closer. “She told me all the secrets that you keep,” Ronal placed a hand on your chest by your heart once she was close enough, “the storm that is swirling inside you. You have made her angry.”

Your ears twitched at her words, she was just like Mo’at telling you that Ewya was somehow upset with you. Did you ever make your deity happy?

“You are afraid.” Ronal continued moving her hand away from you. “You look at the water and only see danger, death, evil. You do not see it for its good, its nurturing.” You could not help but scoff. You had not grown up to by the water as Ronal had, you were not desensitized to it like she was.

“How do you expect to live here, become one of the Metkayina if you cannot swim? If you cannot learn to value the ocean?” Ronal continued to question.

That last question was what got you. You never wanted to be here, this was not your home! You belonged in the forest, hidden in the dark brush, kept cool by the shade the various plants provided. You were meant to race along the forest floor ‘till your heart's content. You were never meant to swim in the ocean, diving for shells and fish. You were only here because of a mate that you never wanted, you could have stayed back at High Camp and gone back to what was once your life of freedom. But those kids. Those four wonderous Sully children were the reason why you did not resist coming. You loved them and Neytiri too much to leave them helpless and alone in a world they were not familiar with. But of course you could not say any of this Ronal. She would have realized that you and Jake were not a true pair and who knows what would have happened then.

You felt an unpleasant feeling bubbling up in your stomach the longer you looked at Ronal. It felt alien compared to the usual calmness that floated through you. This feeling felt like someone had lit a raging fire in you and all the ugliness and admange that the uncontrolled fire caused threatened to come out. So instead of speaking you simply glared at Ronal.

This glaring contest between the two of you went on for several long seconds before you muttered a na’vi curse and turned away walking away from the beach and Ronal.

That night as you sat in tha Marui pod with the Sully’s the kids were excitedly chattering about their day with Olo'eyktan’s children, all they had learned about the water and the creatures that inhabit it.

“And they ride these little water animals called Ilus!” Tuk explained to you with twinkling eyes. “Tsireya showed us how to connect with them and ride them through the water! It was so easy! Though Lo’ak fell off instantly.” At her words Kiri and Neteyam burst out laughing, jabbing at their little brother while Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “The current was strong.” Lo’ak defended hotly, his cheeks coloring in embarrassment. “Oh and he and Tsireya got along really well.” Kiri smirked and her brother’s face grew even darker with embarrassment as he went to swing at her but his sister dodged. “Oh hush up Skxawng!” He hissed.

You chuckled “Okay, okay, settle.” And the kids were still giggling at Lo’ak. “So I hear that Dad tried to ride one of the Tsuraks.” Kiri spoke, trying to drum up another conversation. You glanced at Jake sitting across from you and by the look of his face it did not go well. “And that he wiped out like Lo’ak.” More laughter filled the marui pod and this time you could not help but join in. “Like father like son Aye baby brother?” Neteyam teased.

Jake rolled his eyes and looked to you before clearing your throat and saying your name causing you to look up. “And word from Tonorwari is that you did not even want to get in the water.” There was no laughter that followed his words as the attention was directed on you. You took a sip of your water and cleared your throat. “Well I had other things to tend to.” You lied with a hard stare to Jake, your eyes telling him to drop it.

“Why did you not get in the water Mama?” Tuk asked innocently not reading how uncomfortable you were with everyone’s eyes on you. Thankfully Kiri caught on and nudged Neteyam who got the message and instantly stood up. “I am so sorry but we need to go, Tsireya and the others wanted to show us something at the beach come eclipse.” Neteyam hastily said pulling up Lo’ak who looked beyond confused.

“We’ll be back soon!” Kiri called, leading the way out the door with a protesting Tuk in her arms.

When the kids were out it was back to silence. It was just you and Jake sitting on opposite sides of the fire, the light dancing across your faces casting long shadows behind you on the marui’s woven walls. You felt the feeling bloom in your stomach once more and your ears went down.

“Why are you like this?” You asked, setting your food down in front of you.

“Why am I like what?” Jake parroted, his tone shifting to annoyance.

“You know exactly what I am talking about!” You spat, “Always out to make sure that I trip and fall and make a fool of myself in front of others! The children did not need to know that I did not go in the water! They know that something is wrong! Look at the way that they rushed out!” It was early in the argument for you to raise your voice but with Ronal and him now Tonorwari getting into your business you had had about enough of it.

“The kids are going to see their friends, they told us.” Jake replied and your eye twitched.

“You know you really are a Skxawng.” You growled. This was your first time ever name calling someone out of pure anger and usually hated it but right now you felt nothing but satisfaction to let your feelings out a the thunder began to rumble outside.

“Watch it.” Jake warned with a growl but you kept on standing up to your full height.

“No. We are supposed to be mated” You make air quotes around the word, “and we have not even done with which I am completely fine with. I would not dare give myself up for someone who does not want me but you could at least be decent and treat me with some respect.”

“Treat you with some respect?,” Jake repeated with disbelief as he stood up. “What more respect do you want! I hunt for you I protect you! I let you be here with our kids! I-” he was at a loss for words as he put his hand to his hair. “You don’t love me and I don’t love you so what is the problem here?” He demanded

You were doing all you could to keep that bubbling in your stomach from crawling up your throat as the thunder got more fierce outside followed by rain but the change in weather went unnoticed by the two of you. “In case you have forgotten, your kids do not know that we never mated! They believe that we went through with it that we are mated by Ewya when all that we have genuinely shared between each other was whatever that hand grabbing thing that you did fifteen years ago!”

Jake ran a hand down his face, “First It is called a handshake and second I didn’t know that the na’vi saw it as a sign of aggression but I still taught you how to do it!”

You could tell just walking in the room how tense it was, that you were both holding back what you truly wanted to say. “Look, let us agree on something.” Your voice was now dangerously calm as you tried to not lose it. “We only tolerate each other because we both love your kids and that is it. You have no right to be poking into my personal life that is reserved for my mate.”

Jake’s ears simply twitched as the rain came crashing down in the sky and the kids came running back in and soaked but neither of you batted an eye. Your tails flicked and both kept staring at each other with angry eyes.

“Mom? Dad?” Kiri’s concerned voice cut through which instantly ended your angry staring contest. You both turned your heads to the soaked children and you frowned. “You did not go in the water this late did you?” You asked going to get a thick and fuzzy blanket (Jake called it a towel) to wrap around Kiri and Tuk then two for Neteyam and Lo’ak as they shivered. Tuk sneezed as her body shook from the cold.

“It is raining outside,” Kiri explained as you took Tuk from her and cradled her against you trying to warm her up. “It came out of nowhere, it felt angry, not cleansing, not like how storms usually feel.”

You felt a rush of guilt. These poor kids had left the pod to get away from the yelling match that you and Jake were having, leaving them out in the cold rain. Lo’ak who seemed to be shivering as bad as Tuk was beside you and you pulled him close.

Your ears were down, the fire in you extinguished. You had no idea what was going on with you lately. You were usually so calm, able to take any insult or hurtful action with ease without reacting. But since you had come out here you felt an anger inside you. Pent up aggression, you wanted to scream. Scream at Jake, at Mo’at, yell at Ronal and maybe cuss at Ewya. This feeling scared you and you held the two a little tighter to stop your own shaking.

It was not much later that the kids were put to bed. You walked over to where Tuk and Kiri lay and you pulled the blankets up and pressed the sides closer to their bodies, making sure they were tucked in. It was still raining outside but the thunder had stopped and the rain had receded to a drizzle.

Tuk’s eyes cracked open feeling the blankets move and when she saw it was you she yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Mama?” She whispered letting you know she was awake.

“Sorry yawnetu,” you whispered, sitting down beside the pallet. “I did not mean to wake you.” But Tuk shook her head at your apology. “It’s fine mama.” You nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Thank you darling, now get some sleep.”

You went to stand back up but Tuk grabbed your wrist making you turn with a frown. “Is everything okay?” You asked wondering if she was in some sort of pain as the youngest sully looked up at you with those big yellow eyes. “Is everything okay between you and Dad?”

You felt your heart squeeze at her words and you tried to think of something believable to soothe her fears though you hated lying to her. “Everything is fine Tuk,” you whispered sitting back down, “sometimes Mommies and Daddies get stressed and they do not know how to deal with that stress and they say things that they do not mean.” You tried to explain but Tuk was not satisfied. “But what about you with the water? Why did you not go in?”

Great. Another question you did not know how to answer. You knew that each question that Tuk asked was an innocent one, she did not know what emotions hid behind each word.

You sighed and rubbed her forehead and braids gently. “Sometimes I get scared,” you admitted. “everyone does, even adults and this was just one of those times.”

“Do you think you will ever get in?” Tuk continued to press on.

You shrugged your shoulders, “We will just have to see.” Before the little Sully had another chance to ask a question you tucked her back in and kissed her forehead. “Now get some sleep,” you whispered.

When you made sure she had laid down and her eyes were closed you went to check on the boys before looking over at jake who was laying on one side of the pallet that the two of you were meant to share. You could not find it in you to walk over and lay down beside him so instead you made your way outside of the marui pod.

The rain had come to an end when you stepped out, Polyphemus and its moons could now be seen in the sky, hanging among the stars. The bridge dipped and bounced as you walked along, taking your time soaking up the peace. Every so often you could catch soft snores coming from a marui pod where a family lay.

Kept on the path all the way down to a dead. The village was so much more peaceful at night, all the plants and animals glowing as their bioluminescent lights came to life when the eclipse came. The water looked less inviting however. It had gone from a transparent emerald to a murky black. No glowing animals insight.

Getting ready to turn back around and head to your marui there was a splash in the water causing you to whip your head around on high alert. But what made the sound was anything but dangerous. It was a smiling image ilu. Of course the only way that you knew this was from Tuk telling you what they looked like,with their long dark bodies and colorful splotches. This one matched her description to a T, even down to the two sets of orange eyes that it had.

It made a clicking sound followed by some high pitched whines, it was trying to talk to you urging you to come over. You looked at it hesitantly, your ears going down, what if it pulled you in and dragged you under? But the longer it looked at you with its four kind eyes you felt at ease and almost curious about it. Taking a small step forward and it gave a click, sounding like it was happy and its smile seemed to widen. It followed you with its eyes until you were at the edge and sat down.

It clicked and dove down into the water and back up. The bubbles it made glowed a bright blue and little pink and orange fish started to appear. Your eyes widened in wonder as everything began to light up. The ilu came back up clicking at you and nodded to the now lit up water.

You stiffened realizing it wanted you to go in and you backed up some. The ilu tilted its head confused and gently did the water up at you, the droplets splashing on you causing you to retract even further. Then it understood. It nodded some and put its head up beside you as a way of apologizing. It gave a quier click and whine, its big eyes connecting with yours.

You sighed looking down at your hands, “I am sorry,” you whispered, your vision becoming blurred with tears. “I am too much of a coward.” You hung your head in shame, the tears spilling over and dropping down onto your lap. You wished you could just get over what happened all those years ago, then it would be easier but you just could not bring yourself to get in.

Standing back up, Ilu clicked and you glanced back at it. “I am sorry friend.” Was all you could say before hurring away, leaving the ilu and the glowing fish at the end of the bridge.

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[elliot-jpg]

Random nameless ghoul headcanons because I say so pt.1

Sodo: So starting with our little fire gremlin, I don't see Sodo hating/being afraid of water, but instead finds it soothing. He does however have some problems with fire, but not necessarily a phobia. Sodo occasionally gets anxious and used to go to Aether for comfort, but now that Aether isn't there they have weekly calls :) When the ghouls are just chilling on an off day or after a long ritual, Sodo will let the others play with his hair. He made the unfortunate discovery that if he doesn't have his shirt on and isn't paying attention, someone aka Swiss can and will pull his nipple rings. Swiss: While on the topic of the Swiss army ghoul, he takes really good care of his mustache. Has an entire night routine that he does religiously. While most of the time he's calmer than he is on stage, Swiss does claw at furniture alot. Is the embodiment of a cat, will knead at someone/something to convey his feelings. Once he actually tried to climb Mountain in one of his "feral fluctuations". The claw marks on his helmet are from one of his first feral moments after being summoned, poor Rain almost had a heart attack when he walked in the kitchen for a midnight snack only to see Swiss curled in the corner making growling noises. Rain: Rain really enjoys swimming with Sodo and loves going to the pond in the garden behind the ministry. He can be seen often chatting with Mountain in the garden. Likes to make watercolor paintings with Aurora, he used to do it with Sunshine. Loves Copia's fupa. Mountain: This tall bean is a coffeeholic and you can't convince me otherwise. Totally has a matching out fit with Sodo that says, "Mount and dew me" (inspired by @autumnblooms cause I can't unsee it!) Ha a section of the garden just for picnics and unwinding after rituals. Goes on hikes on his free time and makes sketches of the animals and interesting plants and fungi he finds. Surprisingly loves horror movies, has movie nights with the others. Had these green and gold braces for his first few years out of the pit. Phantom: Our new baby is still getting used to everything and goes to Cirrus and Cumulus for comfort cuddles (he gets cub privileges and gets spoiled. So does Aurora.) Has a hoodie he basically lives in when not at a ritual. Holds his tail in his mouth like a snow leopard when he's having before ritual nerves. ~Extra~ Aether: Cuddled with Sodo whenever he could. Had a sort of a daddy-daughter thing with Sunshine like how Sodo did. Collected little trinkets like a crow, if he saw something shiny it was his now. Exchanged earrings with Cumulus for sometime and still has one of her pairs. Era 3 : Zephyr, along with the other older era ghouls, still hang around the ministry. Was one sassy motherfucker. Had this addiction to sugar and always had a lollipop on him at least. Him, Ifrit, and Mist once caught Omega and Terzo cuddling on the common rooms couch. Pebble got to meet Mountain not long after era 4 came, they talk when they see each other in the ministry. Mist got spoiled by the others since they were the first ghoulette, often got mistaken for a ghoul tho.

[valentinehorrors]

Casey's Fears part 1

(TW: transphobia, abuse, trauma, animal death)

"Casey Jones ain't scared of nothing!"

That would be his usual response, and it's the only thing one would ever get out of him. But some things are too severe to hide.

Casey Jones battles on and off with a phobia of rats, he does fine with the wise old master and father of the turtles. But sometimes it's the smaller ones, the quiet ones, the ones that appear and he doesn't notice until they're too close.

But it's the dead ones.

It can't be helped with the four brothers living in the sewers, sometimes he has to pass by a few unfortunate rats that for some reason or another ended up rotting on the ground.

He hates the smell first and foremost.

One time Casey had vaguely heard something from one of Donnie's rambles. Something about smells tying to memories. He hates that he knows that's right.

All it takes is one whiff of rotting rat and he remembers that one night, that one long night. He's never told anyone about it.

Until now.

He's struggled ever since he realized that what he was born as, didn't quite align with who he truly was. He discovered this early and his mother was nothing but supportive. She immediately started calling him Casey, started doing research to help as much as possible, even bought him his first binder.

His father on the other hand...

Casey wasn't sure at first, while his mother was nothing but supportive, his father became very quiet and avoidant. He may have been young but he could tell that the only reason his dad was quiet was because of his mother. There were nights when he could hear hushed harsh whispers between the two. Some time after his younger sister was born, he could feel the tension between the couple getting worse and worse, he couldn't help but feel responsible. He wasn't an idiot, he knew why they were fighting.

And then it happened, Casey barely remembered ever seeing his father without a beer in hand, but the man could usually control himself while intoxicated, this time he over did it.

He had been ice skating, later down the line it would lead to hockey, but that wouldn't be for a while. He was in a good mood, didn't fall once, people had referred to him as "sir" and "young man."

And then he got home, and he first encountered that smell.

See, his father was an exterminator and dealt with disposing of rats regularly, but he'd never brought his job home.

Aside from the smell, Casey noticed the broken beer bottles strewn across the floor of the apartment, some of them seemed to have not been entirely empty before they broke and the smells mixed. He elected to just ignore whatever had been going on with his father, just wanting to go into his room and try to salvage his good mood.

But the closer he stepped to his room, the stronger the stench got.

It almost felt thick in the air, causing Casey's eyes to water and his stomach to turn.

And then he opened his bedroom door, and the smell seemed to wrap around his throat as it washed over him, grabbing the contents of his stomach and trying to force them up and out.

There was a mound on his bed, at first glance, it could've been mistaken for dirty laundry.

But that smell wasn't just laundry.

It was rats.

So many dead rats.

He was so horrified, he hadn't even noticed his father appearing behind him, stinking of beer, rot and sweat.

"You want to be a man so bad?"

His father's slurred voice caused him to jump as he turned around, his heart thumping rapidly in fear, his binder feels too tight.

Before he could even get a word out, he felt his dad push him further into his room, caught so off guard that he ended up crumbling onto the ground, horrified at then hearing the slamming door.

"No... No, no, no! No! No! Please!" Casey had begged, pleaded, fighting against his father over the door, his mother wouldn't be home for at least an hour. And his phone had died on the way home, no way to contact or call his mom.

Casey was stuck.

It was two hours, traffic must have been bad.

Two hours in his room.

Two hours crying and sobbing.

Two hours of being covered in his own vomit after the stench had successfully pulled it out of his stomach, his throat felt raw, like he'd thrown up razors, tearing at his inner organs.

Two hours of staring at corpses, some of them had even been cut open, their small organs all over his floor as well as his bed, a gorey horror show.

Two hours and then he heard shouting, items being thrown, and his door thrown open.

The rest was a blur, his mother's horrified screaming, his dad's angered shouting.

Casey doesn't remember the rest of the night too clearly, but those two hours are burned into his mind, and the memories come forward much too clearly at the simple smell of rot.

"So it's the rot?"

"Hm?" Casey looked over, taken out of his own memories a bit suddenly.

"You went from a fear of rats in general, to a fear of only smaller rats, and now it's narrowed further to just rot." Mikey said more as a statement than a question, looking Casey over with those observant, cold eyes that always seemed to look right through him, cutting colder than the biting New York winds that whipped through them on the rooftop they were currently sitting on.

"I guess so, yeah..." Casey looked back down at his lap where he was breaking apart sticks, smaller and smaller, fidgeting.

"Sometimes the smaller ones still freak me out though. And I still get a few nightmares and stuff." The hockey player tried to shrug off, standing up to stretch and throw the stick pieces somewhere off into the wind, probably landing on some poor soul's hair in the city below.

The turtle simply hummed, his eyes not leaving the human, sometimes he wondered if Mikey even blinked when he had his mask off. He also wondered how Mikey could have the dazzling New York City lights all behind him, and the only thing that held Mikey's gaze so intensely was Casey.

Something in his gut twisted, and he felt shivers run down his spine. It was probably just the cold, and had nothing to do with the odd smile and twinkle of something unknown in Mikey's eyes.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

get 2 know me meme

tagged by @cryptidafter 🫡

tagging: whoever feels like doing this, but also @watertightvines @ratheralark @needsmoreresearch @chaos0pikachu @skalidris @thepurplewombat @evilhasnever

Do you make your bed?

yep! not like super neatly or whatever but it gets remade every morning to prevent the cats from causing problems.

What’s your favorite number?

seven--just like prev! dunno why exactly, i just vibe with it.

What is your job?

i'm an overworked government bureaucrat, which maybe explains why i think jin guangyao should get to murder whomever he wants.

If you could go back to school, would you?

nooooope. i've got my masters and that is more than enough for me. i've actually told my husband that if i start making any serious noises about going back to school, he has my permission to yell at me.

Can you parallel park?

y... yes. in that once i am parked, i am sure that my car is parallel to something, somewhere.

A job you had that would surprise people?

i'm genuinely not sure any of my day jobs are that exciting lol. uhhh i designed and administered sharepoint online websites for a major canadian university for a while and hated every second of it despite making bank while i did it. god i hate sharepoint so much.

Do you think aliens are real?

i think it's way more unlikely that we're totally alone in the universe.

Can you drive a manual car?

nope, never learned how to drive stick shift unfortunately.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

i'm not sure i feel guilty about it exactly but i do enjoy rewatching gilmore girls while very high.

Tattoos?

just the one, which will be a week old as of tomorrow 👀 it's a stylized rendering of the solar eclipse! my husband and the man of honour at our wedding also got matching tattoos, so it's a very sentimental tattoo for me.

Favorite color?

i'm a jewel tones kind of bitch, so deep forest green, burgundy, etc,

Favorite type of music?

i like a little bit of everything tbh but i mostly listen to grunge and bluegrass.

Do you like puzzles?

no 😤 they stress me out lol

Any phobias?

several, and broadcasting what they are on a public platform like this while knowing i have at least two hatefollowers sounds like a very bad idea.

Favorite childhood sport?

horse-riding! i also took dance and played soccer but riding horses was the most fun. also the cheapest since i just went down to our neighbour's farm and rode her horses lol

Do you talk to yourself?

oh yes.

What movies do you adore?

god, okay, this is hard: the LOTR extended editions, the OG star wars trilogy, OG jurassic park, saved!, batman: the dark knight, captain america: the winter soldier, inception, sunshine, 1408, knives out, parasite, leon the professional, anything directed by hayao miyazaki, anything directed by guillermo del toro (except for the shape of water, which i can't watch because of the scene with the cat)--i'm sure i'm forgetting something.

Coffee or tea?

can't start my day without a cup of tea 👍

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

i wanted to be a veterinarian! but i also wanted to be an astronaut just as badly because i figured even aliens probably have pets, and someone has to look after them.

[thedazzlesun]

Balalaika x Fem!Reader

(1.5k+ Word Count) (Suggestive material, some swearing)

Note: Reader has gun trauma/phobia

You hear the clinking of familiar metal. You freeze up, quickly trying to get yourself to brush it off. You were surrounded by drinks and idle chatter; it had to be an unfortunate mixture of sounds that you heard. She looks at you in confusion, eyes contemplating whether or not to worry. She shifts and you hear it again, softer. She has a--

You immediately swallow rising puke in your throat. It had to be a mistake. There was no possible way you could hear a soundless gun in the middle of a nightclub. Even if her scars screamed battle, even if she’s still with the military, there’s no way she’d have a gun.

She opens her mouth to offer to get some water, since you’re turning pale and starting to shake but you break yourself out of whatever trance you were in before she can speak. 

“Can I get you anything? You haven’t gotten a drink since you came in.” 

She had introduced herself as a military captain on special orders, and she was looking for someone who liked coming to this particular bar. 

She shook her head.

“Ah, no, thank you. I’d much rather you stay here. My target fancies pretty girls like you, and I don’t want to jeopardize you in case he’s already here.”

She drums her fingers on the table. The acrylic nails sound softly comforting. 

“Right, yeah, I’m helpless and defenseless…”

“No, that’s not what I imp-“

“Don’t sugarcoat it. I’ve heard plenty of it working here.” 

She looked pleasantly surprised at your bitterness. 

“I see.”

“…are you sure I can’t get you anything, miss….”

“Call me Balalaika.”

“I hope that's a codename.” 

She smiled, and it looked genuine amidst the atmosphere.

“Why’s a pretty girl like you working at a place like this?”

“Well, uhm, money. They pay me better here because I’m young and pretty.”

“Does it compensate for how you’re treated?” 

“It… it’s better than my other job.”

She doesn’t pry. Her fingers keep tapping away on the table. Your eyes keep wandering to them, getting in a small trance as you watch. 

Without a new conversation you look around awkwardly, wanting to get away. Not really, you liked where you were. This strange woman gave you a strange sense of comfort. However, your boss wouldn’t be too happy to find that you’ve been with a new customer since you started your shift…

Speaking of the devil, you see him coming out of the back room. He comes over to you after meeting your eyes.

He slings an arm behind you, his grip going to your shoulder.

“What are you doing all the way back here? The party’s in the front.”

“Ah- Well-”

“Is this your boss?”

The two meet eyes, and she smiles dryly. 

His grip tightens and he eyes you sharply. A small sign of ‘look at the trouble you’ve made, I'll punish you later.’

“Why, yes. I’m the owner of this place. Would you like a drink? I’ll send my girl here to fetch you one right away-”

“She’s staying.”

Her fingers stop drumming on the table.

He blinks, taken aback. No one ever spoke back to him.

“Sorry?”

“I said she’s staying here with me. Have you been here so long the moans and music made you fucking deaf?”

Whoever this woman was, you loved her. 

Your boss began to speak, probably of his authority or something. But then she stood up.

And took a gun out to point at him.

You jolt.

As if on cue, you hear more guns at the ready around you. In barely lit parts of the room, a few soldiers stand with guns pointed at the man with an arm around you.

Right. Military captain…

“Let’s not act like you don’t know who I am.”

Realizing, your boss clicks his tongue and lets you go to storm off.

The guns are back to being holstered.

But the sound is still in your head.

How fast the things were pulled out, almost as fast as pulling the trigger.

Military captain.

She has a gun.

“You have a gun.”

Balalaika sits back down and looks over you.

“Are you scared?” She sounds almost amused, but not in some derogatory way. In an interested way.

You don’t answer and instead pull over a chair to take a seat in front of her. 

Most people laughed when you jolted at the sound of a gun.

Her eyes narrow at you, intrigued by something. 

You force yourself not to stare as she starts drumming her fingers again.

I want them inside me.

You jolt, surprised at your own thoughts.

Balalaika raises an eyebrow at your sudden movement.

“Something wrong?”

“Ah- no, it’s…”

You swallow, forcing yourself to relax. And you must’ve had blush on your face because she stares a bit longer and smirks. Her fingers tap a few times more, almost on purpose. 

And then she’s back to scanning the crowd like she wasn’t able to just enter your head for a moment. Or maybe you’re just that bad at hiding your thoughts.

Her hands soon began to idle again. 

You unconsciously bite your lip as you watch, letting the lewd thoughts slip through. She couldn’t read your thoughts. 

She can.

A sly smile comes across her lips and her eyes narrow. She wasn’t scanning the crowd at all. She was waiting for you to let your defenses slip. 

Your teeth unhook your lip, a slight gasp coming through your lips as well as blush lining your face. 

“Are you sure you’re alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The soft laugh in her voice. Her fingers tapping in sync with your pulse. Those unreadable eyes consuming you…

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. I- I’m going to go to the bathroom.” 

“I’ll go with you.”

When she gets up the chair scratches the floor, and you hear the entire world go quiet. You can see the breath held in her throat. The small flame in her eyes. 

You wanted to get away, to take a moment to breathe.

Was she trying to stay by your side to protect you? Or to have you to herself? 

You brush some hair behind your ear. 

“I… Thanks. If you’re worried about me, I’ll wait. I appreciate you--”

The soft tap of her heels on the floor shuts you up. 

She’s closing in on you, heels impossible louder than everything else.

Pink nails reach out to caress your cheek. Her thumb brushes over the corner of your lip. 

Balalaika smiles.

“Oh no, I’m not worried. Not anymore.”

Her other fingers tap in unison on your skin, and you know she can feel the shiver you get from the movement.

You turn away, suddenly blushing more at remembering she has soldiers here. Probably watching her for a signal. Watching you. 

You swallow, the saliva catching in your throat when she leans closer. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Kiss her.

Make her feel how hot you are.

Breathe.

Tell her you want her fingers inside you.

Breathe-

The majority of things you wanted to say were beyond dirty, and you were afraid to death that saying one of them would make her see you as a whore. Nothing but a desperate slut, lonely and needy for attention. Wanting someone to put you in your place.

She leans in closer when you don’t answer, bangs fluttering your face and eyes piercing into your very soul. 

Her hand is on your waist.

You gasp.

You see stars, your life flashing in slow motion as she’s so quick to capture your open mouth and steal your breath-

The contact never happens.

Balalaika pulls away instead, face serious and eyes scanning behind you. Her hand on your waist tightens, ready to pull you towards her if anything happens. 

You breathe hard, caught in a daze.

“M-Miss?”

“He’s here.”

Disoriented, you turn around. You can’t see a thing. The strobing lights dance across your vision like galaxies, and the people are nothing but darker blobs.

You rub your temple, trying to take a step away from how close she was.

“I- I need some water.”

Her grip tightens and her other hand catches your arm.

“Stay.”

You want to but you really feel like you can collapse any second.

She apparently gives some signal, because a minute later a soldier’s handing you a glass.

Still dizzy, you watch him almost immediately disappear back into the shadows.

There’s a sound of hard leather boots coming close.

You choke on a sip of water, almost spitting it out.

“He—“

Your vision starting to clear with the drink, you look around frantically.

You know you heard it. You knew it had to be who she was looking for. 

Her eyes scan your face as you look back to her. There’s confusion and something of intrigue in her eyes. 

You close your eyes, trying to focus year ears among the sounds. Nothing was there.

“N-Nevermind. I thought I heard leather boots.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“You can hear that well in here?”

You bite you lip and stammer, brushing it off as 'the music dying down at the right time'. You had always had sharper hearing than most, and she would think you insane if you told her.

You excuse yourself as you see a familiar patron waving at you. They were only a few tables over, and she would still have a view of you.

"I'll only be a moment. Still have to do my job you know, or at least look like I'm doing it."

Balalaika smiles and presses a paper into your hands.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I've gotten what I came here for."

You wonder what she meant, since all she's been doing is chatting with you and scanning the crowd. Perhaps a soldier found something.

She leans in close to your ear.

"Call me if you find yourself in trouble. I appreciate your company tonight, and if you need anything from me I'll always answer for you."

You're immediately caught in confusion, but she's already walking away before you can ask anything. Soon the tap of her heels are lost to the atmosphere.

The patron waving at you calls your name. Suddenly out of your trance, you give a smile and walk towards them.

[sim-carelle]

Sims 4 Eternal Bloodline

Rules

The heir must always be a vampire, either biological, adopted or turned.

If the vampire has a career, they must always be a night shift or work from home.

You must start on an empty lot with absolutely nothing to your name, you may build a small shack. But no bigger than 32 tiles

You may opt to have additional challenges with lot challenges, use any that you feel would apply.

You may use any custom careers or mods that allow you to choose a night shift.

Requirements

Vampires game pack

Mod/DLC Recommendations

RPO - Lumpinou

LGBTQIA+ - Lumpinou

Road to Romance - Lumpinou

Character Value Overhaul – Tyjokr

Home Region - Kuttoe

Tiny Living

Sims Legacy Hub so you can track your family tree.

Gen 1: The master of the house

Whether you have just been turned into a vampire or where always one, you are now left alone on an empty lot, with nothing to your name, for now at least.

Aspiration: Vampire Family

Skills: Pipe Organ

Vampire Powers: Vampire Creation, Bat Form and Command

Vampire Weakness: Day Phobia, Sleep of the Undead

Goal: fully train your heir to be a master, marry another vampire, only date other vampires, vampires can be your only friend, any human, spellcaster or mermaid sim are food.

Gen 2: The Charmer

You have always looked out the window wishing to be able to be with all the other kids, but unfortunately you are stuck here, being taught how to lead the next generation of vampires. But it won’t hurt to test some waters.

Aspiration: Soulmate, Serial Romance, or Villainous Valentine

Skill: Charisma, Romance (road to romance mod, optional), and Dancing

Vampire Powers: Occult Disciple (level 2), Vampiric Fascination (Level 3), Perfect Sun Resistance, Odorless, Detect Personality

Vampire Weaknesses: Withered Stomach, Insatiable Thirst

Goal: Have dated at least 3 other sims, vampire or not. Have a forbidden love (optional requires werewolves)

Gen 3: The Librarian

While your parent has been going around bringing home all different types of people, you have spent most of your time locked away reading, as you got older you started to get more curious about your vampiric heritage and what means. You started collecting books on the history of vampires, and even started writing your own stories.

Aspiration: Master Vampire

Skill: Logic, Vampire Lore, Writing

Vampire Powers: Occult Master, Master of Darkness, Suppressed Emotions, Mist Form

Vampire Weaknesses: Nightmarish Sleep, Flammable Skin

Goal: Marry your high school sweetheart, make all your money off the books you have written only

Gen 4: The Gardener

You have always hated just sitting still and nature has always called to you. However, you can’t really go outside, so you pretty much dedicated yourself to your own greenhouse, practically live in it.

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Skill: Gardening, Mixology, Cooking

Vampire Powers: Cast Hallucination, Garlic Immunity, Manipulate Life force.

Vampire Weaknesses: Sloppy Drinker, Guilty Drinker

Goals: Grow Wolfbane and plasma fruit, be a single parent but only take care of the bare minimum.

Gen 5: The Reclusive

You have been isolated from not just the rest of the world, but your family as well, living in the dark never to see the light of day. At first you were making friends, but you can no longer seem to stay in contact or able to keep them. You wonder if they were even your friends at all.

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire, or Musical Genius

Skill: Painting (or any instrument)

Vampire Powers: Cast Hallucination, Beyond the Herd, Deadened Emotions (or child of the moon)

Vampire Weaknesses: Undead Aura, Uncontrollable hissing, Eternal Sadness (only if you don’t have deadened emotions)

Goal: Completely isolate yourself, Once the sim becomes a young adult you may not make any more friends. If you wish to continue the legacy, you may have one child, but you must not socialize with the child.

[2af-afterdark]

Alright because I’m a sucker for soft time with the boys (WHB)

What do you think cheezy dates would be like and I mean Dinner and movies, going out for ice cream, just a stroll through the park even!

I love cheezy dates. Fuck! The thought of these demons being fluffy and going on cute dates makes me so soft. That also means no smut. >.> All fluff

Satan, unfortunately, has a court full of nobles who are constantly bothering him because they want to be hit. As such, he has to keep most romantic dates to more private events. Think movies. Dark spaces he and you can hide away and get some private time followed by a walk through some off beaten trail somewhere others don't know.

Mammon is the kind of man who likes to show off his most precious possession, so expect to be taken out on the town. You will be paraded through Tartaros as a minor celerity. Buying yourself a new outfit and accessories for the date, the finest restaurants, galleries, you name it. The only rule is that he will not take you anywhere dark because he wants to see you enjoy every moment.

Would it be weird for me to say Beelzebub takes you camping? Like, think about it: it's a good excuse for him to travel and see something new (the great wilds of hell), to have an excuse to cook for you (DO NOT EAT IT), and get some alone time away from everyone else. You can make smores and laugh around the campfire. That, or he's the guy who does the carnival date and somehow keeps winning all the rigged games on his first attempt.

Much like Satan, Leviathan has a noble court that will interfere with his life (because they are obsessed with getting his attention). Add on top of that his phobia and you are getting an indoor date. Something small and quiet. OMG, imagine a cooking date. You go to his palace and cook together, only to start laughing and giggling as you both try and figure out what you are doing. The plate is a mess, dessert is mush, and you both somehow set water on fire, but you both had so much fun that you can't stop laughing.

[scaryscarecrows]

Look. Jason’s not fit to travel, really, but sticking around Gotham is too risky. The plane ride should be short enough, and–as he’s happy to remind them–he’s had worse.

Maybe so, but they did not think this through.

First of all, he looks like shit. He’s a cut-up, bruised mess and he looks like complete shit. Second of all, Mark won the war over ‘painkillers will help you heal, and if you fuck up my work on that hole, I’ll finish the job’. He’s right, but said painkillers have their own side effects. Namely, sedation.

Getting onto the plane was an experience. In the interest of drawing as little attention as possible, Jason had argued for, and succeeded in, being allowed to stay on his feet. Unfortunately, that led to his being shuffled into the middle of the pack to keep jostling, jabbing, and general disruption from unassuming travelers to a minimum. And that…is suspicious enough on its own. Then came the super-out-of-it behavior from the pills, and, well, most people are going to see a mentally impaired, clearly injured young man being herded along by a group of men ten-plus years his senior and…uh…yeah.

It’s not a good look. And Santa Prisca being literally Drug Lord Island doesn’t help.

“Everybody just be normal,” Frank had murmured. “For once, we’re not doing anything illegal.”

“How many countries are you wanted in?” Jimmy’d hissed back. “Goddamn, there’s no legroom…”

“Get over it, shrimp.” Trent, everybody could agree, had won the Misery Award today. “This is a war crime, I swear to God…”

“Deal. It’s a few hours, be normal.”

That had been the goal. Sadly, Antoine’s faith in humanity has been begrudgingly bumped up, because the flight attendant has deemed Jason to be At-Risk. He’s too out of it to realize, answering her kindly probing questions with a semi-intelligible, “M’okay…s’rry…”

“He’s got a major phobia of flying,” Antoine finally comes up with. “Took a Xanax right before we left.” She doesn’t look convinced. He can’t blame her. Jason’s mostly asleep already, slumped against Mark’s shoulder. “They always knock him out, but better than a panic attack, right?”

Jimmy intervenes at last, leaning across the aisle with a friendly, “Miss? I’m dying of thirst, could you grab me a water bottle?”

She leaves and Antoine leans over.

“Keep her busy, if she tells the captain, this could be a problem.”

“Ugh.”

“I’m not digging my way out of the Sketchy hole now. You gotta do it.”

[askachroma]

OOC// Encouraged by exactly two likes and one comment, I am hereby giving you (a lot of) Faba and Knox hc’s under the cut:

Faba:

-Has a special interest in old electronics. Especially gaming electronics— he has a collection of old consoles which includes several game boys. If he trusts you to handle one, it’s the highest of compliments.

-Despises dry textures (chalk, balloons, etc). Keeps moisturiser on his person often to avoid dry skin.

-Deals with stress by taking baths. A lot of baths. It’s like a sacred ritual to him; he has a variety of different bubble mixes depending on the occasion, and scented candles to go with them that he’ll light around the edges of the bath. He’ll take in a good book, and he can be in there for hours.

-Very insecure about his height. He’s a little sensitive about his early receding hairline too, but the one thing that will really get to him is remarks about his small stature. He usually wears heels or wedges, or otherwise platformed shoes to bump himself up a few inches. They sometimes make his feet sore, which makes him grumpy.

-Has a serious weakness for muscles. “Secretly” wants Knox to fold him in half. Colress thinks it’s funny that Faba thinks he’s being subtle about it.

-Watches the wrestling channel a lot because of the above, although he claims it’s because he’s genuinely interested in the sport. He thinks no one knows the real reason. …In fact, everyone knows.

-Bisexual, but with a female lean. If Colress or Knox want to tease him, they know to wear trad. femme clothing, or make-up. …Especially stockings.

-Did drag once, and was actually kind of good at it.

-He and Colress met each other at a Unovan university while Colress was studying for his first Masters, and Faba was for his second. Colress was early twenties, Faba was mid-late twenties. There’s about four years between them.

-While he was at university, he and Colress were party of a DnD society and played with several other of its members. Faba took it very seriously.

-He got married when he was twenty-six ish, then divorced when he was thirty one. It hit him hard, and he stayed with Colress while he picked himself back up. Because Colress was there for him, Faba had/s a deep (platonic at the time) love for him.

-Neat freak. Unfortunately, neither Colress nor Knox give much of a flying fuck about how clean their living space is (unless it’s becoming unhygienic), so Faba does most of the housework simply because he’s the first to be bothered by the mess. Luckily, he doesn’t mind cleaning that much.

-Adores being physically pampered by his partners, especially receiving massages or having his head stroked. Such a cat.

-Good cook! Not like master chef level, but makes some nice dishes.

Knox:

-Enjoys, and is very good at, sewing, knitting and crocheting. He often makes little jumpers or hats for his Pokémon. He’s somewhat embarrassed of the hobby though.

-A terrible cook. They burn everything they touch, despite their best efforts. Although, they were never taught and have undiagnosed ADHD so can you blame them?

-Lived out of their car from age eighteen to twenty-eight. Occasionally they would stay over at Colress’ lab after the two met and became friends, and now at twenty-nine they’ve fully moved in with him. They’ve still got their car though. They adore that car- even though it looks and runs like utter garbage.

-He and Colress saved one another many times early on in their friendship, which lead them to become close quite quickly, even as things remained complicated between them.

-Has a phobia of bodies of water. Even a small pond is enough to make them nervous. All stemmed from almost drowning as a child. As a result they’re not the most comfortable being around water type Pokémon, although it’s mostly the fish shaped ones that upset them.

-Terrified of Pelippers. They were attacked by one once and it stole his fish and chips. He was not happy.

-Has a knife collection they’re very proud of, and keeps them incredibly sharp.

-Specialist in fire type Pokémon. He always liked the illusion of control that burning things, big or small, gave him.

-Heavily neglected and physically abused as a child that left them with mental and physical scars. It’s shaped them into a highly defensive person who is very distrustful of people.

-Trans-masculine and non-binary. Got his hormones from the gang he used to be a part of, as well as his top surgery. Now-a-days Colress gets him his hormones to spare him any hassle.

-A smoker but is trying to cut down, especially after realising Colress steals their cigarettes when he’s upset.

-He’s a mercenary. They got into the line of work young, as their older brothers were in a gang that Knox quickly also became part of. They’ve actually made quite a name for themselves in the black market and among evil teams, because of their ability to consistently deliver rare materials. Hey, they’ve got a lot of experience. Some notable teams they’ve done work for are: Team Rocket, Team Galactic (very briefly), Team Plasma (mostly for Colress), and Aether Paradise (legal work). They tried to work for Team Flare because they wanted a suit, but didn’t get the chance. They were quite bummed about it.

-Because they worked so widely between regions, they know bits and pieces of a few different languages.

-Despite being resigned to the mercenary life, Knox has always had a secret ambition to open a cat-Pokémon café.

-They have a spot for Pokémon, since their Pokémon were the closest thing they had to a family for a long time.

[crestfallercanyon]

🌟Weekly Tag Wednesday Friday! 🌟

Thanks for tagging me @jrooc! Sorry I am... behind as I always am, as much as I love these. I just haven't tumblred from my computer for a hot minute <3

Name:  crest

Location: you can find me walking in nature somewhere. like a mythical creature or a squirrel.

And now for the randomness!  Tell me your most and least favourites of:

Candy? Most, I love those chocolate covered pomegranate spheres? they're my absolute fav. Least, warheads; things that are super duper sour make my eyes twitch (literally).

Seasons? Most, autumn I think. Least, extremely hot summers, where it looks like you can go outside and then you step out and it's a goddamn blast furnace. I can only strip so much before it's indecent lol

Hot beverage? Most... earl grey tea. Least? gosh i'm not sure, I like most hot beverages fine that I know of -- think I'm actually going to say like hot lemon green tea, it tastes like medicine at that point to me.

Cold beverage? Most, iced tea; least, sparkling water (I don't like carbonation and this has no flavor otherwise so I net zero enjoyment from sparkling water lol)

Colours? Most, forest or emerald greens. Least, I don't have a least favorite color, actually. I don't like the color gray on me so I guess we'll go with that.

Vegetables? Most, green beans or potatoes or spinach, Least... eggplants or turnips probably.

Traditional foods from your country? I'm midwestern at heart, I love casseroles of many kinds, I think they're cozy; least? I do not like super sticky overly sauced barbecue.

Insects? Unfortunately I have a pretty severe phobia of most bugs that I'm trying to work on (and it's getting better!). Butterflies are okay from a distance. I am really not a fan of anything else.

Cake flavours? Most, my friend makes a really good lemon cake with earl grey frosting for my birthday which is so sweet and it is my favorite; Least, coconut.

Non-Gallagher or Milkovich Shameless Characters? Most? I love Sheila. Least, Ned. He's a creep.

Well, in a prompt that only asks for two words I managed to put way more than that. Can't do nothin' without explaining myself, sorry. Tagging or just waving to: @mybrainismelted , @michellemisfit , @mmmichyyy , @callivich , and anyone else who wants to do this tag game and hasn't done so yet!

[eventideluminary-games]

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Is it possible to have🍕❤️🌂🍎🧠💎💀🎓 for everyone including yourself? Please -sarah

Sure! I wasn't sure if by 'yourself' you meant me, as the writer, or the MC, so I just went with MC since I'm not really an OC LMAO

Ask Game for the ROs (and the MC!)

Alceste

🍕 - Alceste's favorite food is probably some kind of roasted game-y meat dish. Think like venison or pheasant.

❤️ - Probably when he went to the Shorelands with his family after Orin was born. He had begged his mothers to take him and his sisters to the Shorelands and they said no, but after Orin was born, they surprised him and his sisters and took them there.

🌂 - I was going to say romance, maybe, but decided against it. He's right where he should be.

🍎 - Fantastic. Claudia and Regina are great mothers to Alceste and his siblings.

🧠 - He's so nuanced, he honestly seems to have a life of his own! Every time I sit down to write him, I learn more about him that I didn't even know about LMAO!

💎 - Maybe if there's demand for a sequel, but not in the first book.

💀 - Snakes. Alceste HATES snakes.

🎓- About... a month or so? He's newer than some of the other characters!

Larisilla

🍕 - Fruity Chocolatey Desserts. Larisilla has a horrible sweet tooth, probably worse than Enyo!

❤️ - When her mother got her her first sword. Larisilla was probably about 12 and she was so happy.

🌂 - Something that involves fighting. A more serious fantasy with more fighting would be ideal.

🍎 - Larisilla and Eunomia get along fantastically. Larisilla and Deimus? Bad. Horrible. 0/10.

🧠 - She's easy to write. Writing for her is so smooth it's like water. Unfortunately, it's easier for me to write her than come up scenarios for her.

💎 - Haha, so... slight spoiler! Larisilla doesn't die, but you can lose her permanently from the group.

💀 - Spiders.

🎓- About the same time as Alceste. They were created together like the worst pair of twins to be thought of ever LMAO

Dionys

🍕 - Honestly, I'm not sure! I don't think Dionys has one.

❤️ - Graduating from the Hall of Scholars or becoming Head Scholar.

🌂 - Dionys would probably work better in a true mystery genre, but he's here so he just has to deal!

🍎 - Eh. Well enough. Dionys wasn't really raised by his parents, mainly his Aunt Erato, so they don't really have any relationship to speak of.

🧠 - Dionys is another interesting character to write!

💎 - Nope.

💀 - Dionys doesn't have any phobias, but he's easily grossed out.

🎓- A little less than Alceste and Larisilla. Probably only by like a week, though.

Somnia

🍕 - Somnia is a fan of any kind of cooking from her home village, specifically her mother's.

❤️ - Probably when her parents took her to go fishing! The Fieldlands sustain themselves on fishing and farming, so Somnia enjoyed the day out!

🌂 - Somnia probably belongs in a true fantasy romance genre.

🍎 - She had a wonderful relationship with her parents! She's still close with her mother!

🧠 - Not sure! She's different than the rest, so it's a bit harder to figure out!

💎 - I've considered it, but decided not to.

💀 - She doesn't really have any!

🎓- Around the same time as Dionys and the others.

Enyo

🍕 - Desserts. There's a reason their knives all are named after them.

❤️ - Probably when Meliae was nice and gave them an orange.

🌂 - I think Enyo's right where they should be!

🍎 - Enyo's relationship with Meliae and Phonus is bad, at best. They don't really view them as parents, but rather employers.

🧠 - Enyo's quite different than the other characters I've written before. I've never written a happy, excitable, childish character before!

💎 - Yes, but I don't. You do have the opportunity to lose Enyo from the group, but that happens at the end of Chapter 8.

💀 - No phobias, but a few fears.

🎓- Similar to the others!

MC

🍕 - Player determined

❤️ - Not sure! Definitely something to do with Adalia though!

🌂 - They're right where they should be!

🍎 - It's described in game, but MC gets along well with their father, but they had barely any relationship with their mother.

🧠 - Like Larisilla, writing for them comes very easily!

💎 - Yes, but I won't.

💀 - No phobias, just normal fears or icks

🎓- It must be at least 10 years now? LMAO! I've had this idea since I was a kiddo!

[ardenssolis]

CHARACTER INFO SHEET

tagged by: @dayrisen, @holyrisen (thank you! //////) tagging: Idk who has done this so TAKE IT

Name: Ramses / Rameses / Ramesses

Name meaning: 'Born of Ra'

Alias: 'Rider'

Ethnicity: Egyptian

THREE HEADCANONS YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

☼ Despite Ozy's pride, he is PRACTICAL. If he feels he cannot do something alone, he has no issues relying on another if necessary. He puts stubbornness aside and focuses, instead, on what needs to be done. If he must work with someone who was a former enemy, then so be it. The only thing is that sometimes he has to be convinced to do so, and it must be because there is absolutely no other course of action left to him but this. Nitocris is an outlier because she is a fellow pharaoh and he respects her a great deal for her sacrifice to the throne.

☼ Although he loves the beauty of the sea, he is not fond of the thought of actually riding a ship on it. The vastness of the ocean is intimidating, even more so when you are far away from shore and all that can be seen for miles upon miles is water. Sailing fascinates him, but he knows for a fact that after the intrigue wears off, the unease will set in and he will hate it.

☼ He has a great love for sheep. They are soft---

THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

☼ Napping. Ozymandias just really loves to take naps. He sits around on his throne a lot, and during that process, he tends to get sluggish and tired. It’s easy enough for him to perk up when he’s aware that someone is visiting him, however. Being able to just lie back and rest is not something he had really experienced in life because he was constantly kept busy by something or another or had to keep up certain appearances, so he takes advantage of that when he’s summoned. In a sense, he might as well be a cat at that point.

☼ Playing video games. Although video games confuse him, he actually really likes them. It’s so ‘quaint’, and yet, it holds his attention for hours. Ozymandias doesn’t quite understand why this is, but he’s not complaining. Let him play something like Tekken Tag Tournament or Skyrim and wham, the day has gone by.

☼ Reading. There are a vast amount of books out there with a vast amount of stories to tell, and as one who was more or less used to being told things orally, it all fascinates him. He is a big fan of 'the hero's journey' kind of stories. He also likes things with complexity beneath what appears simple on the surface. Political intrigues are always fun for him as well.

SIX PEOPLE YOUR CHARACTER LIKES/LOVES:

Some people in his canon:

☼ Nitocris

☼ Cleopatra

☼ Arash

☼ Nefertari

☼ Gilgamesh (complicated)

☼ Arthur (complicated)

-- Sun related Servants in general pretty much

TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS:

☼ Ozy doesn't have any big regrets aside from how he wished he could have done more in regards to his rule, but unfortunately, his lifespan was finite like every other human being. If asked if he regrets anything else, you won't get an answer aside from 'no'. Whether that's true or not is left to the imagination.

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS:

☼ He doesn't really have any phobias. Past fears, maybe. Swarming insects do make him somewhat uneasy. This, though, is not enough to freeze him in his tracts or make him feel the gnawing of panic. It's just unpleasant.

[omarandjohnny]

GETTING TO KNOW MEME!

Tagged this time by @callipigio <333333333333333333333333333

do you make your bed?

My bed doubles as my couch, so no. Most that happens is the blanket becomes a prop for my pillows during the daytime.

what's your favourite number?

"69, DUDES!" (had to)

what is your job?

caregiver

if you could go back to school, would you?

Absolutely not. Loathed every aspect of school, even more so because I had 'behind the curtain' access to everything (mom was a teacher, and I ended up being her PA towards the end of her career)

can you parallel park?

I cannot drive so nope! (same)

a job you had that would surprise people?

I was a part-time nanny through highschool, then a data collector for a day trader, and then a licensed insurance rep, then a PA for mom, which transformed into caregiver as she got older. Out of all of those, I'm not sure which would surprise people more. I was at least a corporate goth during my insurance years, let that mental image sit with ya for a minute. (I wasn't as cool as Richmond, unfortunately)

do you think aliens are real?

Somewhere there's probably something <-

can you drive a manual car?

Can't drive, full stop.

what's your guilty pleasure?

Can't say I've ever felt guilty about anything that's given me pleasure, never understood that concept.

tattoos?

Filthy with 'em! From the tummy up anyway- haven't started on my legs yet, unless you count my very first tattoo (a stick and poke inverted triangle I gave myself freshman year of hs)

favorite color?

Suspiria red and slime green! Tho, I have been favoring purple quite a bit these days.

favorite type of music?

I grew up in a house that was constantly filled with music, 50-60s pop, to 60s-70s motown, to 70s glam, to anything 80s that was currently on the radio. I jump all over the place, but my constants usually drift towards that stuff, as well as all the goth and numetal I picked up as a baby bat.

do you like puzzles?

I get frustrated too quickly, hence why I never got into gaming of any sort.

any phobias?

Not a phobia per se, but I still have some issues with boiling liquids (old burn trauma). I do all the cooking so I kinda have to push that stuff to the back of my mind, but yeah.

favorite childhood sport?

I loved basketball the most (tallest kid in class, heh) I liked volleyball as well, and was on a soccer team for a bit, but basketball came naturally to me.

do you talk to yourself?

Not much anymore. Long Covid brain fog has made a lot of things much quieter in my mind, a weird and rare upside XD

what movies do you adore?

Derek Jarman, Gregg Araki and John Waters were my honorary film uncles in late teens-early twenties. My life revolved around Wolfe Video and TLA Video back during the catalog ordering days, so I have MANY favorites there. Stephen King and Clive Barker were my horror uncles, and then you've got my childhood faves- Lost Boys, Monster Squad, Beetlejuice, etc. There's also this film called My Beautiful Laundrette that I mildly enjoy as well ;)

coffee or tea?

I do enjoy just regular ol' black coffee when the mood strikes (or my asthma's kicking up)

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

Wanted to work in the funeral arts, quelle surprise. Would've done it too, had I the patience for maths and sciences (I very much do not)