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[bardic-tales]

Thanks for the tag, @megandaisy9

This is from the latest short story I have been writing.

"Still fighting, Cloud?" Sephiroth taunted, the words dripping with venom. His voice was smooth and unwavering. "You can’t save them. You never could." Cloud didn’t respond, but Sephiroth didn’t need him to. He could feel the weight of Cloud's anger -- also his delightful fear -- and see the way his fingers gripped the Buster Sword's hilt. As he tightened his grip, Cloud's knuckles turned white. The inevitable confrontation was drawing near. It was a pity, though. Cloud had always been a pawn in a game far too complex for him to understand. Dare Sephiroth say that he was nothing more than a puppet: his puppet.

tagging: @serenofroses @seastarblue @projecthypocrisy @asirensrage @themaradwrites and OPEN TAG

Writing meme

rules: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

Tagged by @crows-murder! Given I just finished a chapter...

“Miss O’Neil,” Bishop said blandly, coming to a stop by the fire. “And… friends. I do look forward to the story behind this.”

tmw you're just hangin out by an innocent bonfire in the street and the government gets involved smh

I am not tagging that many people lmfao so: @wasted-and-ready, @punctuated-equilibrium, @technicallysublimechild, @controlledspontaneity, @consultingjedi, @calliopechild, and whoever else wants to take this as a tag <3

[olomaya]

In honor of (US) Mother's Day tomorrow (and because I get so many questions about it), I'm sharing some updates for the next Private Clinic module which will focus on obstetrics and gynecology.

It's been a while. It's a large, complex mod and I don't make things easier but continually adding more features to it but it's coming along.

Some of the features added since the last update:

More miserable pregnancies with various health issues that are related to diet and lifestlye.

Pumping - Sims will put on the breast pump and then go about their business until it's full and then put the breast milk in the fridge.

Breast milk will spoil after a while and it's useful to pump a few bottles (it also helps with weight loss).

In addition to breastfeeding and pumping, I added some clothing interactions for babies so you can change their outfits without having to use cheats.

Birth certificates! I've always thought it was weird that Sims, especially Sims 4 which added pronouns, doesn't have a feature for nicknames given it's such a universal human thing. Anyway, this doesn't do that but it does allow you to give your baby an official "government" name separate from whatever you name them in-game. In the photo below, I named the tester baby "Ellie" but Eleanor Jayne is her birth certificate name.

I'm currently progressing on the birthing system. I have some rough animations in there as placeholders but each one needs to be tested in the game, then edited, then tested, then maybe edited again. And in this case, there's not just the doctor and patient but medical props, birth partners, babies (I'm not even bothering to deal with multiples). It's a lot!

But Sims will go into labor and provided that they confirm their birth plan with their Ob in advance, they will go to their ob's clinic to have baby. If they have a birth partner (it's defaulted to the dad if they are partnered with the Sim otherwise, you can ask anyone you want), their birth partner will go with them.

And what is most exciting to me: HUGE THANKS to @zemyna for making a naked baby outfit! I'm so happy to finally have this in the game.

There's a lot more features I've added including STI integration with the Passion mod, abortions, UTIs, paternity drama if you have a child from cheating on your partner, body changes (wider hips, bigger boobs) from having a baby, etc.

Right now, I'm taking a break from the animation-heavy interactions and moving on to updating the Clinic management systems, including staffing (nurses, receptionists, etc.) I'm also now considering a custom health motive? (like I said, I don't make it easy on myself!)

So in short, yes, to answer all the questions, I am still working on it. 😅

Anyway, Happy Mother's Day for those who celebrate and sending hugs and love to those who can't/won't/don't for whatever reason. 💛💐🌺🤱🏾💛

[asukvm]

WHEWWW second art post of the day

[noctivagant-ghost]

this novel has curled itself around my bones. every scene feels like remembering something i never lived through, but somehow still regret.

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from my upcoming novel, the lighthouse a story about memory, grief, and the versions of ourselves we leave behind just to keep breathing.

to enter amazon’s writing contest, i have to self-publish it. i’ll be pricing it as low as possible as i just want to share this story. it means more to me than anything i've ever written.

reblogs are deeply appreciated. i’d love for this book to find the readers who need it.

releasing August 31 2025.

[mys0419]

Wip + silly grandparents moment......

[childrenofcain-if]

You've answered the ROs having MC as their background...

But what about the parents that care? Would they have a picture of their child and MC together as a background/contact photo, and if so, what type of picture would it be?

elias already has a gallery full of MC’s childhood pictures 😭 it has its own little folder and he always saves it on icloud to back it up when he changes devices.

at the moment, his wallpaper is of MC in their high chair with bits of food all over their mouth. for contact picture, it’s MC all dressed up for their first day in school.

[baambastic]

Selina’s first hint that the kid was awake was the sound of one of her apartment windows sliding open.

She was in the other room, brushing a particularly stubborn tangle out of Roz’s otherwise silky black fur as a few of her other cats milled about by her feet. She dropped the brush immediately at the noise and, despite Roz’s mewling protests, hurried into the living room.

The kid was halfway out the window already when she arrived, Otto and Hecate watching from nearby. He whipped around at her approach and froze, meeting Selina’s gaze like a deer in headlights. The blankets and pillows he’d been resting amongst on the couch were in total disarray. She’d let down her guard after the kid had slept through most of the day after she brought him home.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she advised, forcing herself to appear calm. She didn’t want him to bolt without thinking. Gotham was still plenty dangerous in the early evening.

The boy opened his mouth, seemingly to respond. His lips moved, but no sound came out. A look of confusion passed over his face before his eyes widened in clear panic. Right, hadn’t Leslie mentioned the kid’s voice might’ve been affected? Had to do with that particularly nasty knot of burns over his throat.

“If you want to ask questions, I’ll get you a pen and paper,” Selina offered. “And if you want answers, you should close that window for now.”

The kid continued to eye her warily for several moments before slowly pulling his leg back inside, wincing at the movement. He made no move to shut the window.

“Good enough,” Selina sighed. “Just a sec.”

She walked over to the kitchen area of the open-floor room, keeping the kid in sight the whole time. He was very conspicuously doing the same, though his gaze occasionally wandered to Roz and Isis, who had followed Selina into the den. Not that she could fault the kid for his wariness; she’d have already made it two blocks away by now, were she in his shoes. Waking up in a stranger’s apartment was a top-ten nightmare scenario for street kids.

As she moved, she realized with some annoyance that she’d forgotten to hide away the bronze tiger after admiring it last night. It was still sitting conspicuously on the kitchen counter, in plain view of the whole damn apartment. Hopefully the kid wouldn’t recognize it from the museum.

[lemonidae]

BL dramas you can watch on youtube

Battle of the Writers (Thailand, 2024) ->youtube<-

Kiseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan, 2024) ->youtube<-

Manner of Death (Thailand, 2020) ->youtube<- ep 6: bilibili | dailymotion

Meet you at the Blossom (China, Thailand, Taiwan 2024) ->youtube<-

My Golden Blood (Thailand, 2025) ->youtube<-

Pit Babe (Thailand, 2023) ->youtube<-

Pit Babe 2 (Thailand, 2025) ->youtube<-

Secrets Happened on Litchi Island (China, 2025) ->youtube<-

The Untamed* (China, 2019) ->youtube<-

Unknown (Taiwan, 2024) ->youtube<-

Word of Honor* (China, 2021) ->youtube<-

*Please note that Chinese dramas are heavily censored, the source material is BL but the live adaptations portray romantic relationships as "very good friends who are soulmates."

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[gatoraid]

The perfect sex scene doesn't exi–

[teddybearsims]

warning: she bites

[survivedthenight]

a chemical reaction (clegan sex pollen, 7.7k)

“Get out of here, Bucky.” “What?” “Leave, please. I’m not myself. Can’t control myself.” If John could read his mind right now he’d be disgusted. Instead, he places a warm, wide hand on his thigh and squeezes. It’s meant to be comforting, a gesture John’s done a hundred times before, but all Gale can think is how he wants John to grip him harder, pull his legs apart and– “I’m not leaving you.” ----------- Gale bails out and lands in a strange poppy field. They do more than make him high.

[reinafish]

A face that should not be trusted

[dreamsteddie]

WIP for the last part of See Me Through Rose Tinted Glasses for @devondespresso that I am continuing to chip away at. This family is so unsearious.

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“Jesus fuck Steve, you didn’t tell me Eddie did track! I couldn’t even get close to him before he was gone.” Dustin says as he comes in from the back door, clearly a little winded. Steve doesn’t even tell him to watch his language because…well because what the fuck.

“Dustin, dude, what the hell is all of this?” He asks, completely ignoring his brother as he goes on. He picks up a particularly unflattering close-up of Eddie, only to be met with a sight he truly did not want to associate with his younger sibling. “Is this a fucking Playgirl? What the fuck Dustin?” The mention of illicit materials is enough to summon their mom in record time.

“Dustin Henderson, your brother better not have said what I think he said,” she chimes in from the doorway.

“Mom, mom, no! It’s not like that, I swear, it’s research!” Dustin bellows way too loud for the small space of their dining room.

“Honey, it’s perfectly natural to be curious about women, but I would appreciate it if you kept your research in your room and off the dining room table.”

[unironicallytes]

You're Telling Me A Work In-Progressed This Wednesday??

Tagged by: The Night Mother, Praise Be

No-Pressure Tagging: @miliabyntite @moriche @dirty-bosmer @unrepentant-heliocentrism @pyre-of-pages @yansurnummu @areggo @orfeoarte @thegrunkiest @ulanxxxs @thana-topsy anyone else who would like to join!

I haven't had anything to share for the past few Wednesdays, but now I'm back on my bullshit!

Been working on a lore image of the Night Mother that would be an in-universe depiction within Familial Padomaist scripture, similar in style to Saint Ortus and Domitius' Vow. I won't get too into it just yet, but this image is to explain two weekly holidays to Dark Brotherhood members. Iteris and Inanis are back-to-back: the former day is when Mother comes from the Void to share Sacraments with the Listener through her corpse on Nirn; the latter day is when she returns to the Void and ferries the souls of dead Brotherhood Siblings back with her. So, this image is representative of her during those journeys, a la Charon on the River Styx. One of her back arms is Iteris and the other is Inanis (aaand they're based off of in-game depictions of Sithis and the Claw Seer in ESO ;3)

Inanis is a memorial for Brotherhood members who have passed. Although they believe that all the people they kill are sent to the Void, they also believe that when they themselves die, Mother comes to collect and deliver them personally. This is because spiritually-speaking, they're Mother's children and she would embrace them as lovingly as she did with Five. It's a whole thing. Okay that's enough yappin for now.

[ihaverotinmybrain]

Karma, my NEW Proxy Oc. Since i kinda got shit last time i made a proxy oc (not on tumblr) cause "NoT eVeRy PrOxY hAs To Be A sLeNdErMaN pRoXy" so i decided to just make up a whole new operator creature thing :33333 Still working on unknowns design.

Some Karma Info:

23 | humanoid | female

× Proxy of the unknown operator (not Slenderman or Zalgo or whatever)

× often gets mistaken as a slenderproxy due to the symbol carved into her shoulder

× half human half Something???? (Or maybe just a weird lookin human)

× cold, calm, doesn't really interact with others

× loves fighting and violence

× Creepypasta oc/Proxy Oc

[noctivagant-ghost]

The Lighthouse - PROLOGUE (Preview)

The Version Where He Stayed

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There was a version of me that never let him in.

I think about that sometimes. How simple it might have been to close the door and keep it closed. To ignore the knock. To forget the sound of his voice before it had the chance to mean something.

How easy, really; just a turn of the latch, a breath held one second longer, and the moment would’ve passed. I could’ve turned up the radio. Pretended I was asleep. Stayed in the bath until the water turned cold.

But that isn’t the version that survived.

The one that did? He watched the sea long enough to hear it whisper back. He waited. And the waiting became worship. Something between prayer and punishment. A kind of hunger that fed on itself.

I don’t know if he was real. Some days, I think he was just the shape my loneliness took when it got tired of being quiet. A shadow I stopped flinching from. A thought that stayed too long and began to make tea.

Other days… I can still feel where he touched me. Not skin. Deeper. Like he reached in and adjusted something fundamental; bent it, just slightly, so I’d always lean toward him. Like he didn’t want to hold me, just reorient me. Point me toward the place I’d spend the rest of my life trying to return to.

He never said he loved me. Not out loud. But the silence between us was full of things I wasn’t brave enough to name. They lived in the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching. In the way his hands hovered near mine, always close enough to feel the warmth, never close enough to hold.

We shared dreams. Or maybe he borrowed mine. He'd stand too close in rooms that shouldn't exist. Rooms with too many doors and not enough exits.

Sometimes he looked like me. Sometimes he didn’t. But he always felt familiar; like grief that had finally grown a face. A face I didn’t know how to walk away from.

And I let him stay. I told myself it was temporary. That he’d leave when the lights came back on. That I’d wake up and he’d just be condensation on the mirror.

I don’t remember when the rooms started rearranging themselves. When the furniture grew legs. When the shadows stopped obeying the walls. When the tea began tasting like goodbyes.

But I remember this:

He said there would be a moment. A choice. And when it came, I would already know what I’d do because I’d already done it, once, in another version of myself I couldn’t remember being.

I laughed when he said that. A shallow, embarrassed sound. He didn’t. 

He just touched my hand, gently, like apology, and said,

“Next time, maybe you’ll choose mercy.”

That was before the water rose. Before the light broke. Before the sky split open like something alive. Like something trying to come home.

Now the rooms are wrong again. Now the kettle screams even when it's empty. Now I wake up with someone else’s name in my mouth.

And every time I close my eyes, he’s there.

Waiting.

Asking if I remember.

And I do.

Just not the right version.