#credit to whoever owns the images used

[revehae]

monster

pairing ↠ johnny x you (ft. yuta)

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, noncon, choking, use of a gun

summary ↠ with news of a series of local deadly burglaries going around, you’re terrified of being the latest victim, but it’s the fault of your own disobedient nature that subjects you to a more potent kind of danger.

wc ↠ 3.0k

a/n ↠ this is a repost!

don’t like it, don’t read.

breaking: following a series of home invasions in the area, police recommend locals lock their doors.

for the past couple of weeks, the local news channel had mimicked a similar kind of warning. during the span of those weeks, nine burglaries had occurred; two involving death.

you were hoping you wouldn’t be the third. 

authorities reported that the culprit only entered homes with the intention of theft, and only when the occupants became an obstacle were they murdered. as if that was supposed to be relieving. you were no more in favor of being robbed than you were being killed, but you knew which one would be worse.

to make matters worse, that criminal was a damn good one. nine successful home invasions - some even in the same neighborhood - and all the police had on him was a poor quality CCTV footage image of the man in a mask. either he was an excellent thief, or the police were terrible.

lock your doors, they said. as if those innocent people hadn’t kept their doors locked. what use was it when the burglar knew how to pick locks and avoid homes with security? you might as well have left your doors and windows wide open, offered to him your belongings - and your lives - on a silver platter. 

“don’t be silly, babe,” said your friend yuta over the phone. he was assuring you that nothing would happen to you, or at least trying to. “everything’s gonna be fine. you should stay at taeyong’s tonight though just to be safe - you know he’s got good security.”

you bit your lip. it was a great idea. you had to give credit where credit was due; the thief, whoever he was, was meticulous, steering clear of houses where security was present. with multiple of the invasions taking place in the same neighborhoods it was almost like a taunt to the police. “i’ll talk to him,” you said. and much like some of your other neighbors, you made a note to yourself to invest in a home security system.

“don’t be a disobedient soul,” he drawled teasingly. given your tendency to rebel, the nickname was bestowed upon you by your group of friends. 

you rolled your eyes. “i’ll talk to him!”

“good. call me, okay?” yuta told you, and you nodded as if he could see you, a habit you had yet to break. 

“you just nodded, didn’t you?”

“shut up,” you said lightheartedly, giggling bashfully. 

yuta laughed, but positively didn’t stay around to tease you. “talk to you later.”

“buh-bye.”

the call cut and your phone hit the coffee table. you never winded up calling taeyong. you didn’t intend to lie to yuta, but you had already spent the night at taeyong’s - and some of your other friend’s and family with better security than you - too many times before and you didn’t like the feeling it gave you to depend on them so constantly. of course, it was better to be safe than sorry, but one night on your own wouldn’t hurt. 

besides, if someone broke in, you doubted they’d head for your bedroom. you’d just pretend to be asleep and pray it was all over soon.

spoiler alert: that was not what happened.

in the middle of the night you roused from your slumber in pursuit of one thing; water. but upon glancing over to your nightstand, you noticed your glass was empty. 

you almost didn’t move, almost forced yourself to fall right back asleep and not dare move a muscle. but awake, your mouth became dry at the possibilities of what could happen to you and anyone that knew you.

i’ll only be a second, you assured yourself, rushing into the kitchen. nothing’ll happen. everything will be fine.

it all happened so fast. 

a brimming glass of water in your hand, you twisted your body towards the direction of your bedroom yet only made it one step before you heard a noise. never had you paused dead in your tracks so quickly. the noise became clear to you - the sound of your front doorknob. 

you wanted to believe that you were simply so paranoid to the extent of making up sounds in your head, and frankly you had before, but this was different; this was real.

like a bolt of lightning, you struck behind the counter, accidentally spilling water onto the floor, but that was the least of your concerns. you ducked behind the island, pressing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. regret plagued your heart as now, more than ever, you wished that you would have listened to yuta. you forgot to even call him back, and now there was no telling if you ever would.

the noise didn’t last very long, merely seconds before it turned into that of the front door being opened and shut, followed by footsteps. part of you wanted to peek, though aside from it being awfully risky, you were too stunned to move. your heartbeat throbbed in your ears and you could feel it hammering in your chest against your knees.

so much for locking your doors. you were going to hold your middle finger to the police in a big ‘fuck you’ after this was over - if you made it out alive, that was.

those heavy, unnerving footsteps were the sole noise to cut through the ear-splitting silence. they headed somewhere down the hall and you heaved a big sigh of relief, then drew another in as if that was all the oxygen that the world had left to spare. somehow you were breathing so fast yet not at all. 

in your brief, short-lived fit of relief, your body went slack, and your knee ultimately knocked over the glass that you had forgotten was there. instantly your muscles tensed again, and your fit of relief turned into an outbreak of fear. 

“fuck,” you whispered to yourself and bit your lip. the footsteps returned merely seconds later and you immediately tried to regulate your breath in an effort to remain silent as possible. you prayed to the above that your life wasn’t over.

louder, the footsteps got. quicker. and louder, and quicker, and quicker, and louder. tears began to well from your eyes as terror and your regrets overcame you. you should’ve did this, you should’ve did that. and now that you hadn’t, the price was yours to pay.

all of a sudden, the footsteps paused, and somehow that was more unnerving than the sound of constant moving. you were tucked into yourself, doing your best to be still yet not fully conscious of the fact you were shivering with fear. please, the tiny voice in your head begged for mercy. 

and then, the footsteps continued again. and your heart sank when you saw a shadow from around the island close in on you, until another, masked figure crouched down before you. 

it was when you saw the gun tucked to his side that you lost all hope. it was over.

“found you,” said the masked man through a semi-muffled voice, his tone lighthearted. the vast majority of his face was concealed, though if it weren’t, you would have noticed the smile creep across his face as he saw every ounce of faith in your body instantly die.

found you, he had said in a teasing tone, as if this were hide and seek. maybe that’s all this was to him; a really big, really unfair game.

you said nothing. you were too shocked and far too scared to move a muscle, including your tongue.

“this little hiding spot of yours would have been wonderful,” the stranger began.  “if it weren’t for the mess you’ve made in here.”

the water you spilled earlier. and the pieces of glass that had fallen before you. you hadn’t even noticed that it shattered.

“you should’ve listened to yuta, sweetheart. he told me that you were staying at taeyong’s tonight. i had my suspicions when i saw your car parked outside, but you really are a disobedient soul, aren’t you?”

your heart stilled. only your friends knew about that nickname. and that didn’t explain how he knew yuta, much less what you discussed on a personal phone call. a jarring question emerged in your head. 

with fear heavy in your heart, you whispered, “how did you…?”

the stranger removed his mask; and suddenly he wasn’t such a stranger anymore.

you almost fainted in shock. “johnny?”

johnny flashed you a grin. “that’s my name; don’t wear it out.”

too many emotions plagued your chest and you never would’ve imagined that it would be possible to feel so many things at once. the fear, the dread. the anguish, the betrayal. it was overwhelming.

johnny and you had never been particularly close, though he was in a very specific circle of friends. you met him through yuta, much like everyone else in your friend group did, and whoever yuta trusted, so did you. you were thick as thieves. 

or so you thought. it seemed that in reality, he and johnny were (quite literally) thick as thieves. you couldn’t fathom why yuta would betray you after all you’d been through together.

you shook your head in denial, balking. maybe this was just a nightmare, just a really, really bad dream that you had yet to wake up from.

“you gotta go now,” johnny crooned. then he clawed at you with his large, heavy hands, and begin to drag you out of the kitchen. 

you tried to resist, but he was too strong. it was like fighting with a brick wall. he dragged you into your living room, and when you fell against the floor, you half-expected him to pull out his gun and finish you there, but he didn’t - instead he wrapped his hands around your throat. they were cold against your neck, like a corpse. out of natural instinct, your fingers tried to pry at his hands in an effort to pull him away, but to no avail. it was pointless to try and fight against him, he was larger and stronger and everything in between. you were simply no match for a man like johnny.

and he merely watched. he hovered above you, hands firm around your throat, and watched your trembling hands fall to your side, watched you struggle to speak coherently as you fought for breath, all while his eyes stared into yours and watched the life drain from them. and you were certain that you were on the verge of meeting your end.

but, when you were at the very brink of unconsciousness, he let go.

your chest heaved in pursuit of sucking in as much air as possible, trying to recover from near unconsciousness. he didn’t kill you - at least, not yet. you wanted to be relieved, but you were only confused.

“on second thought,” he whispered, leaning in ever so slightly. “i think i’m gonna keep you. i like the look in your eyes.”

not just the look of fear, but the look of hope and life bleeding from your irises. he liked the power your fear gave him; how he was in control of whether you lived or died, releasing you from his chokehold at the very verge of unconsciousness.

he would be lying dead to your face if he said that it hadn’t gotten him off, if he told you that he hadn’t been tempted to make you his for a while. in return, you had a slight crush on johnny, but it didn’t go anywhere and it sure as hell wouldn’t now that you had been exposed to who he really was.

you were even more confused when johnny slung you over his broad shoulders like you weighed nothing and began to carry you in the direction of your bedroom. your cries of protest went through one ear and out the other, rendering you completely powerless. 

he plopped you down unceremoniously against your sheets and leapt at you hungrily. your pulse sped with alarm when you felt him tug at the band of your underwear, and in spite of your prior futile attempts, you tried to pry him away from you, begging him to stop. 

up until now, johnny’s tone had been lighthearted and taunting, but he switched on a dime when he pulled out his gun and you felt cool metal flush against your temple. “say another word. i fucking dare you,” johnny warned. 

you gulped back every word, effectively silenced. once johnny was certain that you were startled into compliance, he put the gun away and resumed his actions. warm, regretful tears stung your eyes as you lied there helplessly. you closed your eyes, refusing to watch him in fear of the memory being perpetually etched behind your eyelids. 

impatiently, he ripped the fabric off your thighs, venting your bare flesh to the cool air. you shivered, autumn making your skin crawl. the gleam in johnny’s eyes was not lost on you, heavy with lust and nothing but. he had wanted nothing but to destroy you, and ultimately nothing would come in his way. not even yuta. 

“this is all your fault, y’know,” johnny said, smiling at you sinisterly. his teeth clamped into your thigh out of no where, and instead of your eyes wincing shut, they shot open in surprise. johnny snickered and shredded both of you of what remained of your clothes. “all you had to do was listen, baby girl. look where being a little brat gets you.” 

you said and did nothing. you had practically tuned him out, more or less out of preservation for yourself. otherwise, you might have gone insane. but there was no haven for you - no safe place. inward or outward. outside of your body, johnny had full control, but inside, there were plenty of other monsters roaming around in your brain, occupying it with terrifying thoughts. there was nowhere for you to hide. 

johnny was hard - most likely from watching you trembling in fear alone - and used his saliva as a lubricant. you still hissed when he began to thrust inside you, not at all considerably. rivulets of tears bundled together on your cheeks and you clamped your nails into his biceps, trying to anchor yourself on something. your fingernails drew long, irritably red lines on his arms, but he didn’t mind the sting. to johnny, there was no pleasure without pain. 

when your cunt had swallowed him completely, you whimpered, “it’s too big.” 

johnny wiped at the tears on your cheeks and whispered, “you poor thing.” he didn’t do much else. in his mind, you deserved this. you never listened to anyone but yourself, and this was an apt punishment. 

“should we give yuta a call?” johnny asked, noticing your phone lying at your nightstand. if he was being honest, you were a little airheaded. at very least, it would have been smart to bring your phone with you when you ventured out into the kitchen, but of course you didn’t. it was almost like you wanted him to find you, completely defenseless. “i’m sure he would love to hear about this.”

you blinked when he mentioned yuta. you hadn’t called him back earlier, like you were supposed to, but now you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to speak to him again. not after you had learned that he was more or less an accomplice in this mess, no matter how much he tried to protect you. you felt so betrayed and broken. 

though you shook your head, it seemed like you were getting a taste of how it felt to not be listened to, because johnny picked up your phone and forced you to unlock it, then scrolled to yuta’s contact himself and put the phone on speaker. 

yuta picked up after a couple of rings, and skipped the greetings to say, “y/n, what the hell? are you okay?” 

“she’s perfectly fine,” johnny answered for you, though one look at you could obviously show that you were anything but. 

yuta heard his partner’s voice and instantly knew you were in trouble. he exclaimed, “johnny, what the fuck did you do?”

“nothing you wouldn’t want to do yourself,” johnny sang without a care in the world. you watched him silently, face tensing. the emotion that plagued your chest and the thoughts to your mind wouldn’t allow you to speak. “you should feel her yourself. she’s so goddamn tight. it’ll take both of us to loosen her up.”

“i thought i told you to leave her alone,” yuta growled. much to your surprise. maybe he was innocent, but he wasn’t that innocent. he knew half of what johnny was up to all along - he could have done more to protect you from someone he was full aware was dangerous. 

johnny countered, “and i thought i told you no promises.” then, he leaned lower, clamping his teeth into your shoulder to stifle a moan. consequently, you let out a whimper. “don’t act like a saint, my friend. you know you want this just as bad.”

you blinked through your tears. that was news to you. yuta was heavily flirtatious, as were you, but it never went anywhere and you figured it meant nothing. your ears were attentive, waiting to find something in his response to redeem him before he was beyond reclaim. as unforgivable as everything else he had done was, you didn’t want to consider that it was possible for yuta to even want to do anything similar to you.

you heard rushing and fumbling in the background and yuta’s voice said, “y/n, can you hear me? i’m so fucking sorry. i’m on the way.”

johnny simply rammed his hips into you harder, making you squeal from the impact. you closed your eyes and leveled your breath. it was too late for you. johnny was already having as much fun with you as he wanted. 

“yuta’s not gonna save you, baby,” johnny sang to you directly. he did what he pleased, not caring what anyone had to say about it. that was the johnny you knew and had always known. “nobody can.”

#johnny suh smut #johnny suh x reader #nct 127 smut #nct 127 x reader #nct smut #yuta smut #nakamoto yuta smut #tw: noncon #tw: gun use #revehae fics

[darlingsfandom]

Eddie finding readers monster cock strap and using it on her instead of his own cock

Please !!

gif credit: whoever made it/google images

You slumped yourself over the edge of the couch as Eddie was flipping through the tv channels.

"Eddie!" Your finger poked at his cheek. He didn't respond, instead he just kept flipping through the channels. You huffed a little bit before getting up and walking away. It was only ten seconds later that you came back, took the remote from his hand and pulled the bottom of your tank top over his Eddie squishing his face against your boobs. Eddie wanted to still be mad at you, he really did.

"Fuck!" He mumbled against your breasts before you finally let him breathe. Eddie gripped your wrists and pulled you down the trailers hallway before pushing you onto the bed that you just made.

"Oooh eddie are we playing rough tonight?" You bit your bottom lip while leaning on the back of your palms following eddie with your eyes.

"Would you care to explain this ?" Eddie stood there holding your toy. It was your secret toy that he had found. The lump in your throat bobbed as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you. "This fucking monster cock hmm? My cock not big enough for you Hmm?"

"Eddie, it's just a toy baby! It doesn't mean I don't love you big cock." You palmed over his jeans and gave it a squeeze. "Besides that's covered in a ripple design.. your penis is veiny and ... don't give me that look! I love your cock! But when you're out what I'm supposed to do hmm?" You rubbed his bulge before Eddie held the tip of the toy cock up to your lips and forced your head down on it until you were gagging and drooling. He pulled it back up just to shove it down again.

"You clearly need it baby, suck it!" Eddie held the toy in your mouth as he stood up to undo his pants and pull down your shorts and panties. He pulled the toy out of your mouth leaving you breathless before he took the toy and slowly shoved it inside of your pussy.

"Eddie!!" You cried out as you were being stretched out. "Eddie please!! I haven't taken all of it!!" You eyes stung with tears as the stretch became intense.

"Oh but baby, you bought this! You wanted this big fucking monster cock inside of you! You're getting it!" Eddie pulled the toy out again before shoving it back in. His lip was between his teeth as he fucked you with the toy watching you cry and whine was making him hard.

"Eddie ! Fuck!! It's big!"

"I know it is baby, you're taking it so well like a good little whore! A little whore who needs her monster cock." He gave you a fake pout before slamming it inside of you making you jerk up and grip the sheets. "There you go baby! Yeah that's it! I know that face and those little whines, gonna fucking cream on this cock aren't ya! Do it! Be a little pathetic whore and cum on it!" You were breathing heavy the wet sounds of your pussy being abused by the toy filled your ears along with Eddie's dirty talk and intense stare.

"EDDIE! FUCK IM CUMMING BABY! EDDIE BABY! " you shook around the toy as the silicone turned white with your orgasm which made eddie grin.

"That's a good girl...my good girl and next time you buy one of your toys ... don't you dare use it with out me."

#Eddie Munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #emsblurbs

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-nine

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: Happy Birthday Bucky Barnes. We all love you <3

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The office was eerily quiet, almost as if I was the only one here but I knew that wasn’t the truth. The closed door behind me said that he was inside with Steve, as they had their morning private meeting with each other. I didn’t let my mind wander too far from the work in front of me because I knew I would be here all day and night if I allowed that to happen. 

I had taken the last few days off after my night with Bucky because I couldn’t face him, afraid that my job was on the line. Thankfully it wasn’t, Bucky made sure of that when I returned to work this morning. We still haven’t seen each other, me coming in while he was in that said meeting with Steve, so I could breathe for a little while. He had a list placed on my desk this morning of what he needed me to do. 

-Pick up dry cleaning-done

-pick up lunch order

-reply to emails-currently working on

-file away papers

-meet with me to talk about what you missed the last few days. 

The last thing on the list I had purposely avoided, not wanting to face Bucky yet. He could have actually wanted to talk about what I missed, work wise, or he could want to talk about what happened between us. And that, I wasn't ready for. 

While I was home, “sick”, all I could think about was that night we shared. Bare, sweaty, bodies moving in tangent with each other. Our movements almost like a slow dance with our moans acting as the music. My entire body felt on fire as those flash images crossed my mind and I bit my lip, wanting to feel him inside me again. Bucky’s lips kissing every inch of skin and leaving his marks all over, days later they still shined bright. 

I did my best to cover them, however, the one on my neck was a bit hard to cover. 

The door clicked open behind me and I stood straighter, trying to block out those memories and continued my work. 

“Hey, you’re back.” 

I looked up towards Steve and gave him a smile, the guilt eating away at my heart. I knew how he felt about me and with how close we became, I couldn’t stop the way I felt so guilty with what happened. 

“Uh, yeah. I had a small cold but feeling a lot better,” I lied. 

Steve smiled while slicking his hair out of his face. “Well, let me know when you head out to grab lunch and I’ll come with you.” 

“Sure,” I nodded. “Oh, Sam is in your office waiting for you. Mentioned something about an errand you two had to run.”

Steve gave my shoulder a squeeze before walking into his own office and left the door opened ajar slightly. 

“Y/N?”

I turned in my chair towards Bucky and my heart began to beat so fast that I couldn’t catch my breath as he stared at me with his bright eyes. 

“Need something?” I asked. 

“How are you feeling?” 

Bucky knew that I had been lying about why I stayed home but didn’t bother to mention it, only keeping up my ruse. 

“Better, thanks for letting me take some time off,” I said. 

He nodded while stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. “Of course. Do you think maybe we could talk?” 

I quickly shook my head. “I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on. Can we do it later?” 

Bucky’s shoulders fell but he nodded again. “Sure. Over lunch?” 

“Yeah, lunch,” I muttered before turning back to my work and did my best to ignore Bucky’s intense eyes. 

With Bucky back behind his own desk, I didn’t miss the way he kept gazing out towards me every so often. There even had been a few times that our eyes would lock and I quickly averted from it. 

Before I knew it, lunch had approached and while I gathered my things to go pick up everyone’s order from the deli down the block, the door to the building opened and her happiness radiated the walls and I sucked in a breath, not thinking I would have to face her yet. 

“Natasha, hi,” I forced a smile. “I didn’t know you were coming in today.” 

Her smile only amplified her beauty and I felt jealous because I knew that I alone couldn’t be enough for Bucky. What we had was a one time thing, it would never be more than that. 

“I’m only here for a few minutes and I’m here to see you.” 

My heart began to beat faster and I swallowed thickly. “About what?” 

Fear set in that she found out about Bucky and I. 

“Bucky is having some of his mob friends over tonight and I thought it would be a great way to make it a party.  But then I realized it would be rude to not invite you,” Natasha said. 

“Oh,” I muttered. 

I racked my brain to figure out an excuse not to go tonight. The guilt I felt around her and Bucky had become a sharp knife in my back that I knew if I went tonight, it would only twist it deeper. 

“Thank you for the invite but I don’t think I’ll be able to make it,” I lied yet again. 

Natasha frowned. “I understand, I thought we could use this night to get to know each other better. You’re working with my husband and I realized that I know nothing about you.” 

My brow raised at her voice. There was something hidden underneath the tone that I didn’t quite understand. 

Was she jealous that I worked so close with Bucky? 

Did she think something was going on between us? 

Or did she know exactly what happened and she was using tonight to call me out on it? 

“Ready for lunch?” Steve walked out of his office but gave Natasha his attention. “Hey, Nat. Need me to bring anything tonight?” 

She nodded towards me. “Maybe Y/N. I’ve invited her but she said she can’t make it.” 

I bit my cheek at her persistence. 

“Yeah, I’ve got a lot of laundry to catch up on from being sick the last few days.” 

Steve gave me a look and I knew he saw straight through my lie. 

“Or maybe she has a hot date tonight,” Natasha observed while pointing to her neck. 

I quickly rubbed a hand over the mark on my own neck, embarrassed that she had noticed.

Steve shifted on his feet. “Do you?” 

“It’s nothing,” I shook my head while avoiding his gaze. 

Natasha snickered. “If you have a hook up planned tonight, Y/N, that’s all you have to say. You don’t need to lie. By the looks of it, it seemed like a good time.” 

“I should really go pick up our lunch,” I spoke. 

I refused to stand there any longer and get grilled by Natasha on what happened with Steve watching me with hurt in his eyes. 

As if the Gods above wanted to torture me even more, Bucky walked out of his office and looked between the three of us, questioning in his own eyes.

“What’s going on?” He wondered. 

Natasha placed a kiss on his cheek and I shifted uncomfortably, something Steve noticed immediately. He looked between Bucky and I, his lips falling open slightly but said nothing. 

“I wanted to invite Y/N tonight but she said she can’t come. I think she has a date planned and she’s keeping it a secret,” Natasha filled Bucky in. 

“Oh, you do?” Bucky questioned with brows raised. 

I rubbed at the mark on my neck. “I don’t.” 

“So come tonight! Steve will be there to keep you company,” Natasha nudged Steve’s shoulder. 

He refused to meet my gaze at first but eventually looked at me. “It’ll be more fun if you come.” 

“Steve’s right,” Bucky spoke. 

My tired gaze fell on him once more. 

“Come by tonight, even if it’s for an hour. Nat put this huge party together and it would mean a lot to her,” Bucky continued. 

I gnawed on my lip and reluctantly agreed. “Of course, for Natasha.” 

She beamed brightly while she clapped her hands together. “Perfect, it starts at eight and Steve will send you the address.” 

“Wonderful,” I grumbled as I gathered my things.

I didn’t bother to wait for Steve, who made no effort to follow, as I hurriedly walked away from the three of them, Bucky continuing to watch me intently. 

The bass from the outdoor speakers vibrated against the bones in my body as I took a small sip of my drink, eyes scanning around the small party. My interpretation of small was different than Natahsa’s. There had to be at least of a hundred people in the backyard of their mansion, not counting whoever was inside. 

I arrived almost twenty minutes ago and even with one drink in, I was ready to leave. This was the last place I wanted to be tonight. Steve wasn’t anywhere in sight and neither was Bucky. I knew no one here and felt so out of place. 

“Thinking of a way to escape?” 

I turned towards the deep voice and breathed in relief. 

“I’d be lying if I said this was my kind of scene,” I admitted to Steve. 

He took a large drink from the beer in his hand. “Let’s give it an hour then we can head to my place for pizza and a movie?” 

A smile broke out on my face. “I would really like that.” 

We talked, just the two of us, for a while and it helped keep my mind from wandering where Bucky was. I could have asked Steve but didn’t want to ruin the lightness of our conversations. At some point, Sam came up to join us and for the first time in a few days, I felt myself again. 

Goosebumps pricked over my skin as I felt someone staring and I peered over my shoulder and felt my breath hitch at the sight. Bucky was standing a few feet from us and watching my every movement with a small smile pulling at his lips. His jacket looked warm and inviting, almost pulling me towards him, but I kept my feet planted firmly by Steve and Sam. Even with his smile, the sadness in Bucky’s eyes made my heart fall. 

“I need another drink,” I said suddenly, hoping that the change of position would stop the burning I felt in my core as I continued to look at Bucky. 

I didn’t bother to wait for Steve and Sam and scurried over towards the outdoor bar and gave my order with a smile. As I waited, fingers drumming over the wood, a body slid up behind me. Warm breath fanned over my ear and I shivered with desire with his deep voice. 

“You look beautiful.” 

I did my best to hold my composure by ignoring his compliment. 

“Thank you,” I smiled at the bartender as he handed me my drink. 

I went to walk past Bucky but his vibranium fingers grasped at my hand to stop me. Our fingers linked for a few seconds before I removed them. 

“Don’t,” I warned in a hush tone in case others around us could hear. 

“Can we talk, please?” He begged. 

I motioned towards his right hand which held a cigarette. “Since when do you smoke?” 

He sighed. “Only when I’m stressed.” 

“What could you possibly be stressed out about?” I scoffed. 

Bucky nodded behind me to Steve and I gave him a firm poke into his chest. “You do not have the right to get jealous of me talking with Steve. I told you that nothing happened between us.” 

“I know,” Bucky said. 

“Also, I don’t want to be with anyone who smokes.” I stated with arms crossed. 

He tossed it to the ground, crushing the cigarette underneath his boot. “All the more reason to quit. But can we talk in private?” 

I shook my head. “There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky. What happened shouldn’t have, you’re married. It was a moment of weakness between us. That’s it.” 

“Not for me,” Bucky disagreed. 

“This cannot happen again,” I pointed between us. “You need to focus on Natasha.” 

“Doll,” he breathed. “You can’t tell me that night didn’t mean something to you. All I can think about is you and how I want to kiss you again.” 

“Don’t!” I seethed, gaining attention from a few people around us. 

I looked around and cursed under my breath, realizing that this wasn’t the place or time to talk about this, even if I didn’t want to. 

“I’m out of here,” I muttered under my breath, walking away from him. 

A bit later, I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, taking deep breaths to calm myself. This was the main reason why I didn’t want to come tonight. I knew that Bucky would want to talk and I’d eventually fall back into him because my feelings for him were that intense and deep. 

“Get a hold of yourself, Y/N. He’s a married man.” I groaned to myself as I shut off the light, leaving the bathroom. 

Suddenly a small yell from my lips as I felt myself being pulled into a dark room, body pinned to the wall behind me. Even in the darkness, I noticed the bright eyes immediately and let out a deep breath, knowing that he was the reason I was in the room. 

“Bucky-” I started. 

I was cut off by his lips attacking mine hungrily and after I froze for a second, I melted into him and both of our lips moved together. I moaned into his mouth when his tongue pressed onto mine, my hands snacking around his neck to bring him closer. 

His arms rested underneath the swell of my ass and lifted me into his arms, legs wrapping around him. I felt him leading me towards somewhere in the room and my body was gently placed on what I assumed was a couch, Bucky never breaking the kiss. There was a hint of cigarette smoke on his breath but it was overpowered by the beer I had tasted on his lips.

Bucky’s hips rutted into mine, the hardness of his cock pressing into my thigh, and I bit his lip, wanting more. 

“Stop,” I pushed him away, realizing what we were doing. 

He cupped my cheek but I rolled out from under him, standing to my feet. 

“God, why did you do that!” I bellowed. 

Bucky leaned back into the couch with a sigh. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. The first time I tasted you, I needed more.” 

“I told you, you can’t! It’s not right!” I yelled, the confines of the room we were in blocking it out from whoever was outside. 

“You want this too, doll. The way you kissed me said it all,” Bucky raised to his feet and reached for me. 

I smacked his hands away. “Of course I fucking want it, Bucky! All I want is you but I can’t because again, you’re fucking married!” 

He ran a hand over his chin. “Please stop reminding me.” 

“It’s the truth!” 

Bucky’s lips were on mine yet again but this time, I was stronger and pushed him off, smacking him in the chest. 

“Stop!” 

“I can’t,” Bucky almost whined. “I can’t stay away from you, Y.N.” 

I stared at him while my chest rose and fell with each deep breath as the decision mulled in my mind. 

“You need to try.” 

I left him behind, even if my mind was screaming to go back to him.

#mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes x yn #mob!bucky barnes and yn #mob!bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #sebastian stan #moment of weakness-mob!bucky barnes

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ezra just can't figure out why you hate him so much.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ghost crew x f!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: requested, mentioned enslavement, reader is kinda mean, no use of Y/N

Now, Ezra wasn’t one to jump to conclusions, but what other conclusion was there? 

You had to hate his guts. You refused to look at him and you wouldn’t talk to him, not to mention the glare you weren’t at all trying to hide. Sabine told him to not worry about it, that you would open up on your own time. Somehow, Ezra doubted that.

Hera told him something similar about giving you time, and he understood why; it’d only been a week since your grand and harrowing rescue from the clutches of the Hutts (the crew had yet to tell him why you needed rescuing in the first place).

A few months into joining the crew, it became clear that someone was missing. Sabine’s room held the belongings of another, another person’s blanket and pillow situated on the bottom bunk. An utterance of a stranger’s name was sometimes whispered, accompanied by shadowed looks and a tense silence.

When he got up the nerve to ask, Hera had pursed her lips and crossed her arms. “There’s a reason you’re Spectre 7, not 6. Six is… somewhere.”

“How do we find them?”

Hera hadn’t given an answer, simply letting out a sigh and turning to go back to her tasks.

So the mystery of Spectre 6 lived on, remnants of this girl coming to him in pieces. Little jokes here and there about how Six would yell about this or how she would laugh at that. Ezra started to piece together an image of this girl in his head, imagining a smiling figure with fuzzy features, doing flips and handstands across his mind.

“If only Six was here,” Zeb commented into his comlink as he and Ezra balanced across a skinny support beam. “Little acrobat would come in handy.”

Kanan and Sabine stayed up at odd hours of the night when they weren’t aware Ezra was watching from around the corner, mumbling to themselves as they scoured databases for clues as to where the lost Spectre had gone.

“Bingo,” Sabine grinned, frantically tapping Kanan’s arm. “The mercenaries that took her are from Corellia.”

Kanan set a hand on her shoulder. Hope flashed in his eyes. “Good work. We’ll get her back soon.”

Whoever she was, she sure meant a lot to the crew. So much so that he started to grow bitter at whatever had taken her away—Ezra started to want her back just as much as the rest of them.

And so naturally, when Vizago crawled out whatever hole he dwelled in to drop off a message from the Hutts, Ezra was a rapt listener—it went something along the lines of, “Take back your sewer rat… for five thousand Imperial credits.”

“We don’t have that money,” said Sabine, her voice a new dangerous low. Her eyes lasered in on the table before her as a sense of fury rose within the common.

Zeb scoffed, his fists curling. “Why weren’t the Hutts out first guess? Of course they wanted her back.”

“Why?” Ezra asked without thinking. 

While Zeb’s eyes flashed darkly, Kana answered offhandedly, “Back before we found her, she worked for them—the Hutts—she was their prize weapon.”

“We got her out,” Hera said softly. “But a few weeks before you got here… she went out on a solo mission.” She hugged herself. “I shouldn’t have let her go.”

“She would’ve gone whether you let her or not,” Sabine quipped. “That’s how she is.”

Ezra stepped forward and set his hands on the table everyone gathered around, his eyes raising to assess his friends. “Let’s stop talking about it and make a plan. She can’t be safe there.”

The rescue mission itself was near flawless; Kanan and Hera went forward with a crate “full of credits.” Plot twist: there were no credits. Coming in behind them, Sabine and Chopper infiltrated the lower kitchens of the Hutts’ headquarters, taking out a few droids and taking one prisoner. With a few gentle threats, Sabine sent word to Zeb and Ezra exactly where Spectre 6 was being held. 

That was where the plan went awry; while Zeb was held back by a wary yet naive droid, Ezra slipped past unnoticed, casting Zeb a wave as he dove around a corner and headed deeper into the fortress. 

Finding the cell wasn’t much of a problem, nor was getting the door open—the problem at hand was getting you out of the cell.

You were curled into a shadowed corner like some kind of alley cat, eyes lifting to gaze upon him with nothing but contempt. From the moment he saw you, he had the sense you disliked his very being.

Somehow—he still wonders how—he managed to convince you he was with the Ghost crew, luring you out of the cell and leading you to where the others had started up a racket after getting caught with no payment. The final escape was slim, and your hair was singed from a too-close blaster fire.

Ezra noticed, eyes wide as he moved to swat at the slowly rising smoke. “Are you okay?”

You swatted him away, glare ready and waiting. “Fine.” And you disappeared, rushing deep into the ship with a frazzled Hera on your tail.

His every attempt at communication after was met with backlash. You really did seem like a cat in his mind, all hissy and skittish. 

“Be patient,” is what everyone told him, but really, it was getting out of hand. After three months of your return, you had yet to drop your hatred, and it was starting to interfere in missions. 

Just last week he’d been about to make a shot that would have saved time concerning a quick escape when you completely ignored his presence and tripped him. 

“Sorry,” you’d said, not sounding very sorry at all.

That wasn’t the end of it either.

“Do you need something?”

“Go be useful, if you can.”

“Could you be more amazingly purposeless here?”

Ezra had to give it to you, you certainly had a knack for tearing down a guy’s self-esteem. Each insult seemed to roll off your tongue so easily that Ezra came to correlate your voice with a bad day.

You could not possibly have made Ezra feel more unwelcome, despite everyone’s assurances that you’d warm up eventually. Ezra started to question the crew’s definition of eventually. He really hoped you would start to like him soon, because you were quite possibly one fo the coolest people he’d ever seen.

When you weren’t actively making his life difficult, you were training day in and day out, practicing acrobatics atop the Ghost. Not to mention, if he and Kanan didn’t have some sixth sense thanks to the Force, your movements would be deadly silent. You moved like a specter, like your feet never even touched the ground. 

Today was like most days in accordance with you; you ignored his existence save for the occasional backlash whenever he stepped into your vicinity, and Ezra was left to wonder after the dark and nearly forlorn look constantly trapped in your eyes (he always tried to despise you, like he could easily despise Zeb at times, but there was something in how lost you looked that stopped him).

Though, today was different. Every once in a while you took to the habit of taking his beloved helmet for reasons only the stars could know. On these days he could scour the Ghost to find you lazing about like a cat, donning his helmet as you stared at the expanse of sky from the gunner. 

So he immediately set out for the gunner of the ship, already preparing his quippy remark, only to falter when you were nowhere in sight. Ezra squinted at the vacant seat, zeroing in on the dual beskar knives safely in their sheathes. Beskar, he awed for the umpteenth time. He’d asked after them too many times to count, only receiving one answer from Sabine: “We used to have similar lines of work. She was very skilled at hers. That came with perks.”

And the mystery of you expanded, as it always did.

“Hey.” Ezra looked into the dimness of your and Sabine’s room, finding the latter at her desk fiddling with her recently damaged blaster. “You seen Six?”

“Why?” She sighed as her blaster sparked up again. “You gonna start problems?”

“Okay, one, I never start anything with her. Two, I just want my helmet back.”

Sabine threw her blaster down, frustrated. “Haven’t seen her today. You checked the gunner?”

“Three times, just in case she was hiding.” That got a laugh from Sabine, who shifted to stand and stretch. 

“Then I dunno how to help you, kid. She’s gotta be somewhere.”

That would have been fine advice, if for the rest of the day Ezra didn’t continue searching the recesses of the ship, his intent slowly shifting from demanding back his helmet to just making sure you’re still alive. 

Ezra burst into the common room around the time the whole crew was gathering to grab something to eat at the end of the day, his hands planted on either side of the door as he said with a sudden urgency. “Has anyone seen Six?”

Sabine had the nerve to roll her eyes. “Again with the helmet? She’ll give it back—”

“Has anyone seen her?” Ezra cut in to demand once more, scanning his eyes across the room. “Think.”

Only a moment passed before the others started to furrow their brows and shift around. Hera glanced up at Ezra. “Not since this morning.”

A murmur of agreement ran through the crew. No one had seen her all day, neither had they heard her voice from across the ship, shouting about something or other that someone had done wrong.

Thus, the manhunt began, but even when everyone was shouting your name throughout the ship, there was no response. Lothal’s moons had already risen about halfway into the sky. Creatures started to come out at this hour, varying from the wild things to troopers. 

You were out on the Lothal plains after dark, without your knives, and Ezra suddenly forgot every wrong you’d done against him. You were a pain in his ass, but if you were gone, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. 

Setting out was the easy part, Hera and Chopper staying behind to watch the Ghost whilst the others rushed into the night, armed with their weapon of choice. Ezra took one of the stolen speeders stowed away in the hold, swinging a leg over and taking off across the plains as Sabine took the second speeder in the other direction. 

Ezra tried to ignore the wind hitting his face and focused solely on the hum of the speeder, the sway of the tall grasses, and the sudden and faint flutter of a heartbeat somewhere in the distance. Over the course of his training with Kanan, Ezra took to secretly memorizing the sound of your spirit, not wanting to be on the receiving end of your notorious sneak attacks. 

Practically shutting off everything other sense, he leaned to the right, following the ringing of your heart and soul deeper into the plains. The grasses grew taller here, unhindered by farming, and rocks stretched high into the sky, forming a sort of labyrinth between them. He weaved the speeder in and out of several stone mountains, sensing the ring growing closer. 

The ground elevated into a slope as the rocks fell away to reveal dusty ground, and Ezra took a left at the very last large mountain. It opened up to a bluff overlooking the East. Ezra slowed the speeder to a light rev, the ringing now a strong buzz, and your heart a steady beat in his head. 

You were here, that was for sure. 

Cutting the ignition, Ezra stepped off the speeder and sauntered forward, eyes scanning the area. Just when the buzz and ring of the force grew too much, Ezra caught a movement ahead of him, and the sounds all fell away. A figure was sprawled out on the grass, shifting every few seconds like they couldn’t get comfortable.

Then the figure sighed, and Ezra confirmed it was you (he’d heard that agitated sound enough times to know it as yours). 

Ezra should have learned by now to proceed with extreme caution, but he had always been a stubborn learner, so he trudged through the grass uncaring of the crunching underfoot. You lurched upward like a frightened animal, eyes locked on him in her instant. Ezra instantly drew a mental image of a loth cat, hackles risen and fangs bared. The likeness was uncanny.

“What’re you doing here?” You sat back slowly, examining him carefully.

He nearly scoffed. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

Blinking blankly, you turned and plopped down on the grass, facing the plains. He stood for an awkward few moments before you snapped, “I’m fine. You can go.”

“Yeah, right.” He plopped down in the dirt beside you, a generous berth between you. “You scared the kark out of everyone.”

Your answer was instantaneous. “Why?”

Ezra paused, thought some, looked at you, and spat the awkward words out. “We care about you.”

You waited for the blow, the butt of the joke, but it never came, and you were left awkwardly staring at his profile. “Oh.”

“Is that a surprise?” he wondered.

“No,” you shook your head. “Not for the others…”

Ezra rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands, unable to take it any longer. “Can I ask you something? Why do you hate me so much?”

You blinked as if the question shocked you, and wasn’t at all valid. “What? I don’t hate you.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he scoffed. You huffed and turned away, crossing your arms over your knees. 

“Well, I don’t. You’re just…”

“Just what?”

Pursing your lips, your eyes darted back to meet his, brows furrowed. “Annoying.”

Ezra met your gaze back with a mirrored intensity. “And you’re rude.”

“I wouldn’t be if you’d leave me alone.”

“We’re on this crew together!” he snapped. “I physically cannot ignore you. So, if you could get over whatever grudge you have against me, that’d be great!”

“Don’t—” You got a grip on your emotions, averting your attention to the sky. In a softer tone, you warned, “Don’t yell at me.”

Taken aback, Ezra gave you an odd look, shifting to catch your eye. You just shifted further away from him, grunting something under your breath. You’d always been so haunted and withdrawn. No one would ever tell him why.

It couldn’t hurt to ask.

“Are you…” He hesitated, waiting till you cast him a glance. “Are you okay? Why were you with the Hutts? And what does it have to do with bounty hunters? Why—”

You sneered as your hand clamped down on his mouth, nearly knocking him backward. Holding his eyes in a glare, you huffed. “Just shut up, okay? You ask too many questions.” You plopped back down and retracted your hand. “Annoying, like I said.”

“I want to help you.”

“Did I ask?”

The silence was thick, broken only by the chirping of bugs in the tall stalks all around. You ran a hand over your face, almost trying to hide, before sighing and glaring at the sky. “Whatever… I used to be something of a bounty hunter. A weapon, more like.”

Ezra felt like that should have been obvious, and did his best to hold back his questions as you shifted uncomfortably. “Some bad people with the Guild found me as a kid, when I was just some nobody doing acrobat tricks for money. They thought I had potential, so they just… took me. Didn’t really matter. It was better than the streets, I guess.”

Tugging at your hair, you gave a little shrug. “They taught me a lot about killing and stealing and what-not. Long story short, I was sold to the Hutts like this shiny new assassin toy.” You pumped a fist. “Yay.”

He felt a little bad for grinning, sniffing as he nodded. “Then what? You got here somehow.”

“I’m getting there,” you gritted. You tried to look pissed, but couldn’t hold back a slight grin. “Sabine found me, like, a year before they found you. She was on a mission, and I tried to pick-pocket her. She chased me a mile around the city before she caught me.  A shorter story short, the crew helped me escape the Hutts, and the rest is history.”

One thing still didn’t add up. “How’d the Hutts get you back?”

“Oh, uhm… they caught me.” There is was again; haunted, a shadow crossing your eyes as memories played up in your head. “I, uh, didn’t think the crew would come after me, to be honest. I kinda resigned myself to a life trapped on Tatooine.” 

You caught his eye. “Then you showed up and broke me out.”

“Was that such a surprise?”

“Maybe. I mean,” you murmured whilst playing with the grass. “It didn’t take too long for them to replace me, did it?”

And suddenly, it all fell perfectly into place. All the hatred and coldness, the malice and contempt… you thought they’d replaced you. Really? Ezra coudln’t stop the laugh bubbling out of his chest, not even when you shot him a deathly glower.

“What’s so funny?”

“You just—What?” Ezra shifted ot his knees, beaming down at you as he shook his head. “They never replaced you. All I ever heard when I joined was about this mysterious crewmate they’d lost.” He flicked your forehead. “If they replaced you, then why’re you still Spectre 6 and I’m Spectre 7?”

You started to snap back only to stop short, gaping like a fish as you grasped for some kind of defense. You couldn’t find one, apparently, and promptly snapped your mouth shut. 

“I never thought of that,” you muttered at last.

No duh. Ezra barely held back a roll of his eyes. “Think about it then.”

You did (he could tell form your thoughtful sneer) and you slowly raised your gaze to look at him again. The haunting was still there, but your eyes were softer than they’d ever been when laid upon him. “I’m… sorry.” The way your face scrunched up amde it seem like ti was painful to say, your monotone going on, “The way I’ve treated you hasn’t been fair.”

“Thanks,” he said with a gentle nod, and an awkwardness settled around the pair of you. “So… wanna head back?”

Instantly you shook you head, returning your attention to the sky. “Not yet. Wanna watch the stars.”

He noticed your lack of jacket just as he shivered. “You’ve gotta be cold.”

“Eh,” you shrugged. “I’m fine. You can head back if you want.”

Ezra didn’t move an inch. All he could think wa sthat maybe, he was finally going to get to know the Six the crew knew. The one who laughed freely and pulled tricks. The one that played hide and seek with Kanan and was always so frustrated when he cheated and used to force to find you. 

So he stayed right where he was, lazing back on the grass to have a better view of the sky. “Nah. I’ll stay.”

You cast him a short glance as you laid back as well. “Okay…”

Only an hour later, when you’d fallen asleep and punched Ezra when he tried to wake you (“I’m sorry!” “Yeah, yeah.”), did you and Ezra head back to the Ghost. You kept falling asleep on him, forcing him to use one hand to steer the speeder and the other to keep you hands around his middle. 

Relief coursed through him when he caught sight of the ship, warm light flowing from the open hatch, a few silhouetted figures pacing back and forth. He pulled the speeder to a stop and leg you go, sighing even as you slid off and hit the ground with a thud.

Probably not the best choice, especially not when Hera bolted from where she sat and rushed to your side. “What happened? It she all right?” She glared up from the ground. “Ezra!” 

He raised his hands in surrender, trying to defend himself, when you groaned and blinked blearily around. “Why am I on the ground…?”

Hera gripped your shoulder and held your face in her palm, startling you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded hesitantly and tried not to seem too content with the soft touches. “Yeah? I was just asleep.”

Harsh footsteps echoed form the ship and out stomped Zeb moments later, rough around the edges per usual. “Where’ve you been!?”

“Uhm, out?” you replied, brows vaulted as Sabine rushed out beyond him. The whole crew stood around, all looking a mix of relieved and pissed. “I was just up on the bluffs…”

Hera let out a sigh and allowed you to sit up on your own. “And that’s fine, but you should tell someone before you disappear all afternoon.”

“I didn’t think it mattered that much.” You shifted around and stood to your feet, crossing your arms over your chest. 

No one really said anything, only exchanged odd glances, until Hera blinked quickly and set a hand on your shoulder. “You look cold. Come on.”

She made to guide you inside when you suddenly stopped, turned to Ezra, and grinned tightly. “You’re… not so bad.”

And with that, Hera dragged you into the warmth fo the Ghost, leaving behind you a fairly confused crew. All eyes fell to Ezra as he smirked and gave a simple shrug. Sabine offered up a smile of her own before she snapped and pointed at the boy. “Oh, you were looking for your helmet right?”

He’d completely forgotten. “Oh, yeah.”

She passed a hand over his hair, ruffling it up. “It’s under your desk, idiot.”

Ezra huffed, hiding the flush in his cheeks as he muttered under his breath, following after Zeb and Sabine as they headed inside the ship. The hatch rose up behind them and hissed shut just as Kanan came up beside Ezra, one brow raised. 

“So you two are friends now?”

He rolled his eyes at that. “I think so? She’s very cryptic. But, I don’t think she hates me.”

Kanan laughed. “That’s a start, I suppose.”

Ezra had to agree. 

And as time would pass, and your walls slowly tore down to reveal a human so bright and radiant, both you and Ezra nearly forgot all about the days you’d come close to murdering him. 

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[nonsensical-pixels]

THE LINDASIMS2 RESEARCH AND EXPERIMENTATION: PART ONE

No idea how to really make one of these posts. Most Sundays I'd wake up and post my own CC. But not this Sunday.

DISCLAIMER: This is not really a callout post. This is a warning to anyone who intends to download Lindasim's stuff. And a genuine one. I have nothing personal against Linda, this is only what I've found from my own deep dive into Linda's files. I have no proof that what I've found is stuff that Linda herself did, but the stuff does exist. And it's terrible.

WARNING: Some of these images contain racial slurs that may make you uncomfortable.

You can find the nails file I use for my 'research' post here. It's part of the reuploaded March 2021 set and from what I can see that entire set is a giant mess.

Credits go to @dystopianam and aga on @acottonsock's server for providing the links to the files I needed to inspect.

Continue to read if you really want to know what you download when you download Linda's files.

OPENING THE FILE

Obviously, step 1 to any research regarding Sims 2 CC is... opening the file. And at first glance, this may seem completely normal to a CC newbie. It's from 'Base cc #333', 'LS_ACC_TF_AF_nail_M1_4swatches', 'LS_ACC_AF_nail_1v290321_mesh'.

I mean, it looks like any normal Sims 2 file, right? It's a mesh!

Until you open one of DeeDee's own accessory files.

Yeah... notice how there's a TON of stuff that isn't present in the other two?

Now, at first, I gave this the benefit of the doubt. Maybe, I thought, this was just another sign of my lack of knowledge regarding Sims 2 CC. It's been awhile since I've done my own accessories. But let's move on to the next part of my research...

THE 3DID REFERENCING FILES

There are 57 3DID Referencing Files in this nails mesh files. And maybe I'm ignorant, but I'm pretty sure sims don't have 57 fingers.

I didn't have time to actually see where they're pointing to... but... why the heck are they in a mesh file?

THE AGE DATA

This was what originally stood out to me the most. Why the heck is there AGE DATA in a nail accessory?

THE BHAVS

In @dystopianam's post, they mentioned the game reading some of Linda's files as mods. Well, I found the reason why.

There are... BHAVs? In a mesh file? For those who don't know, BHAVs literally alter the game's code or add new code. From what I can guess these BHAVs probably have something to do with the sim embedded in this file?

THE CATALOG DESCRIPTION

This was the icky part. And why I was hesitant to make this post.

Yep, turns out that whoever made this file is a big fat racist. Also fatphobic. Also probably aware that catalog descriptions shouldn't be in accessory files. Most of the ones I've seen were for objects or... sims. But this one isn't.

THE GMDC AND ASSOCIATED MESH ELEMENTS

Okay, through all of this, I was under the impression that the GMDC, GMND, CRES, and SHPE would be the most boring elements to inspect. I... was wrong.

Yep, the sim has a face. No clue what their name is but they are more present in this file than I expected.

THE JPG IMAGES

It's the hero you've all been waiting for... LIGHTNING MCQUEEN himself!!

Yep, he's here too! He's real! And he doesn't just accompany hairs, I can tell you that much, because these are nails!

Apparently these were based on Bruno's files? (From MTS), since there's a Bruno JPG slipped in there.

THE MATERIAL DEFINITIONS

There are 38 random material definitions. IDK why they're here. They're just... vibing.

THE OBJD (OBJECT DATA)

I was baffled to see this here. Why's there an object in here, I wondered. Until I realised the game sees this as a person. So, yep. That's the moment I realised there's an actual sim in here.

There's a bit more stuff in this file (most notably the Texture Overlay XML) that wouldn't fit in this post because of the 10 images limit... but fun fact, our secret sim has grey eyes! Wow!

THE CONCLUSION

Phew, that was a rollercoaster!

I didn't dare actually loading the game with these files (mostly out of fear that secret sim will haunt my dreams forever...) but as you can see in this post, the reuploaded files from Linda are completely fucked. No way around it. These aren't nail files, they're probably nail files merged with a whole-ass sim.

I'm not too knowledgeable on the subject of sims or BHAVs, but this is what Part 1 of my research has yielded and it's made me pretty fucking terrified. How long have people been downloading this 'leaked' stuff only for it to corrupt their game? It makes me wonder how many neighborhoods were lost to 'corruption' that was actually reuploaded Lindasims2 files...

For now, if you have thought about sailing the seven seas to get Linda's Sims 2 CC, I would recommend reevaluating that idea. Unless you want your game to be destroyed like @dystiopianam's and several others.

aga was kind enough to link me to some pre-2020 files of Linda's and they seem OK (so far...) but I would also not recommend supporting Linda on Patreon until we have proof that these files weren't corrupted by her, but by whoever reuploaded them to SimFileShare.

Also, it's not just the mesh file that's corrupted, in case you thought that. Nope, the recolor files have also been given the hidden sim treatment.

I can't really get my thoughts straight right now and really wanted to make this post before I forgot or the hidden sims came to murder me in bed, but for now, cheerio. I'll be back with more 'what the heck is in these files' ASAP!

#lindasims2 #s2cc #sims 2 cc #ts2 cc #important info #the lindasims research and experimentation #how do u tag these sorts of posts #sims 2 research #sims 2 alert

[anincompletelist]

wip word search :D

hi all! I've seen this game floating around in some other fandoms but never saw a credit -- so thank you to whoever created this game!! I've been tagged in several things over the last few days (tags below the cut) but I've already been sharing some last lines and will share something for wip wednesday tomorrow as well, so I thought I'd try a different kind of tag game for fun in the meantime! <3

RULES: use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do!) and share the lines where they show up in your wips!

[my words were: wall, helpless, and love]

[wall] -- from bridesmaids

And Alex— Alex is Alex. Alex tries. Alex hits a wall. Alex tries again and hits the wall twice as hard this time, and he comes back with the bruises to prove it, but the wall’s still fucking there, spotless and daunting as it was to begin with. Rinse and fucking repeat.

(also, @firenati0n CAN YOU BELIEVE I GOT 'WALL' AS ONE OF MY WORDS? this is fate this has to be fate)

[helpless] -- from dom!henry

The toothbrush prods gently at Alex’s lip and he’s helpless to stop the sob that hiccups from his own mouth, falling backward into Henry and burying his face in his neck, unable to look at the image of himself in the mirror. He’s so tired. He couldn’t hold the toothbrush right now if he tried and that knowledge, somehow, is even worse than everything else tonight has been.

[love] -- from hitman au

He’d considered telling Henry as much but the words had gotten lost in his throat as Henry had whispered reassurances against his temple, held him like he was something worthy of being gentle with, had kissed Alex’s mangled and scarred skin like he’d been mapping out precious constellations instead of forging the jagged edges of Alex’s heart back together until it was able to beat once again.   Falling in love with Henry was always inevitable.

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OKAY so first off thank you to @inexplicablymine @rockyroadkylers @bigassbowlingballhead @getmehighonmagic @nocoastposts for the various tags these last few days, I ADORE ALL OF YOU AND YOUR WONDERFUL WORDS <3

I would ALSO like to tag all of you in return to do this if you'd like, as well as @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @xthelastknownsurvivorx @whimsymanaged @getmehighonmagic @firstsprinces @heybuddy-drabbles @priincebutt @songliili @iboatedhere @ninzied @sparklepocalypse

but PLEASE CONSIDER THIS AN OPEN TAG as well (I didn't tag everyone I'd like to because I'm gonna have to tag a bunch of ya'll tomorrow probably too and I don't wanna be annoying so ksjdhkshd)

10000% no pressure, and I hope all of you had a lovely holiday and that you're doing well! will see all of ya'll tomorrow and then *hopefully* on jan 1 with something special..........

until then!

xx

#wips #tag games #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince

[bunberiii]

𝟬𝟲. 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙞𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝟮.𝟬

introducing "beriiidevices 2.0"! my beriiidevices has to be one of my most popular templates, and ironically the one I dislike the most. So, I decided in some ways 'redo' or 'revamp' it. I'll still be keeping up the original for those who prefer it. :)

From now on, those who buy my templates will have to ask for access to the documents. this is because to this day, whoever reposted my work has STILL left it up (I still have people who HAVE NOT PURCHASED my work requesting access after I restricted it). I'd prefer to personally give access to those who buy my templates so I have a record of those who have purchased them in case another template is once again stolen and redistributed. it also prevents people who have gotten them for free from being able to access them without paying like everyone else.

notes/rules

editing and modifications are welcome once you purchase the template.

all drawings and images in this document are custom created (or in the case of the pictures, edited) by me. If you would like to take elements from this document, you will need to credit me as an inspiration or the creator of that element(s).

resizing or moving objects/images can throw off the document, so be careful.

do not remove my watermark/credits!

the photos in this document are NOT chosen to ship idols. it's based upon a friend's OC and their relationships as I made it with them in mind

please like or reblog this post if you use my template!  ♡

how to use

click the source link above

purchase the template via my payhip

follow the instructions left in the zip file

once you receive access to the template, go to file  →  make a copy

how to edit

in order to most easily put in your own images, go to replace image then choose how you wish to replace it (either uploading a file or via the image's URL).

this document includes drawings. Double-click the drawing/image on the bottom left or top right corner, then click the edit tab. this will take you to a page where you can replace, edit or delete features of the image

for the custom-edited photos, I've linked a tutorial to how I created them in the zip file you'll receive after the purchase

#google docs #google doc #google doc template #google docs template #template #discord template #discord rp #roleplay #oc template #character template #muse template #social media #social media aesthetic #lilac #lilac aesthetic #pastel aesthetic #bunberiii #bun: google docs #bun: original

[poemnic-tarot]

Pick a Poem To See Your Messages!🐋

(Disclaimer : This is a general reading please only take what resonate. For entertainment purposes only)

🐋 🦢 ☁️ 🫧 💫 You Are Loved 🐋 🦢 ☁️ 🫧 💫

Pile 1⚡️ - Where am I tonight? by @cant-find-my-name

Where am I tonight?

Although I search for myself

Long and Hard

Still, I could not find

Who was I looking for?

Who am I?,

When I shine spotlight on it

It seem difficult to define,

'To define is to limit"

Then, I must not be

Who I thought I would be

But hopefully, whoever I will become Would still be me

And maybe that person

May be the person I was looking for,

Eventually, I will reconcile the me now

And the Me

I wish to be

Meaning:

This poem is about looking for yourself. Sometime, you don't even notice that you are not who you thought you are. In this 3D world, there are a lot of projections from people, whether that would be from families, friends, school or organisations. That would have definitely distorted yourself image. An image of yourself, you thought you are this type of person, value this thing until one day, you realised that was not you at all. When you finally have time to get to know yourself, a lot of your initial impression of yourself changed. I could never do that, I would never do this. That's definitely not me. Example, I'm not the type to dance to a cover song and post it online. I will never see myself sing publicly for millions to see.I would never dye my hair blue, etc. But when you uncovered yourself bit by bit, possibilities are endless. Things you would never thought that you would do, you find yourself seeing the possibilities for the first time. Trying to reconcile a part of you that you have no idea who she/he/they is/are. One part said, 'I could never start my own business’ the other part would go, ‘let's try it!.’ Whatever I want to be?, successful, brave, hard- working, relax, blue hair?, that's who I'm going to be.

The Messages

There's a natural progression to your self evolution. You might not notice but you have grow a lot Pile one. Steadily, becoming someone you alway admire. Now you're standing in that position or could be in that position. Example, you saw a singer on stage doing an amazing job and she really inspire you and you want to be like her one day. Well, one day is here or will be here shortly. Give yourself some credit, you grew up beautifully despite going through horrid events after events. Heartbreak after heartbreak. You bloomed purely, and will continue to do so. One minute you're a child and the next you are a teenager and a young adult. And next an adult. Life moves fast but you did not waste time. You used it to your advantage. Time did not used you. Maybe who you are chasing to become, has alway been there all along.

"What if we already are, who we been dying to become" this quote is from the song you got, Four by Sleeping at Last.

Have more faith and trust in yourself. You are progressing naturally, beautifully, unfolding.

Quote- "Because we can't see what's ahead, you have to trust that the dots will connect in your future."

Trust that the person you need in any situation will appear. Appear almost alway, it's you. You are that person.

Affirmation : "I give myself permission to be alone, connect with myself and appreciate my solitude"

Signs: 77, 678, VII, baby breath, Mirror

Song : Four by Sleeping At Last

What if we already are Who we've been dying to become In certain light, I can plainly see A reflection of magnificence Hidden in you Maybe even in me

🐋 🦢 ☁️ 🫧 💫 You Are Loved 🐋 🦢 ☁️ 🫧 💫

Pile 2🍊 - “Life Lesson” by @cant-find-my-name

Human aren't perfect

The lesson wasn't learn

So let try again

And learn it one more time,

You'll get infinite chances

Who to say enough is enough?

Except you of course, remember

You have all the say

You are the Authority of your life

No one should drive it

You must make your own decisions

And live by it

Or else, resentment will come

If you give your life control

By someone

Meaning:

This poem is about learning the same lessons twice, thrice or even fourth times. Doesn't matter as long as we are still trying to learn. As long as we are alive and growing. As long as it take to learn the lesson of life. As long as you don't give up on life. Chances are infinite, if only you give it to yourself. People tend to give limited/ restricted timeline to their life for whatever reason. Example, I should have marry before turning 30 or I'm 39 why aren't my goals and dream coming true?. The one to accept those as truth is you and only you. You have to make your own choice. This poem talked about making decision for you, no one else. Or else when you have to live a life by that decision, you may find yourself hating the person you made it for. Example, I made a decision to go to college and did medicine, not because I want to but I did it for my parent. That mean the lesson has not been learn and you are living a life not for you. And there will come a day, the choices will come again, and it will be up to you to make the decision. Will you continue the same path, the same pattern or will you choose yourself for once?. This is the idea where the poem is based on.

The Messages:

It's okay to start again. The new ideas or project or business plan that you are considering, Go for it. It is alright to begin anew, leave behind what didn't work out because it was just an experienced. We shouldn't judge an outcome from our experienced whether they are successful ones or not so successful. Because all of them are equally ours and all of them were necessary to teach us what we needed to learned at that time. Time for a new outlook, you are afraid to be disappointed like before but you are not the same person as you were. If your goals is abundance, isn't it better to try every ways we can towards it?. Give it its rightful justice by trying many different paths towards it. Trying just one path or one way and called it quit, seem inconclusive.

It is time to start again, with experienced, so we can heal what didn't work out, so we can become more secure in our decision. So we can trust our decision again. We can alway trust our decision, even when it lead us where we didn't want to go. But it will alway lead us where we needed to be. Expand our usual path and see if we can get to our goal a different way. Get yourself to a place where, 'it's okay if it happened and it's okay if it doesn't happen'. The outcome doesn't affect my sense of self. Don't give up on your dreams even if it doesn't work, this time. It just mean you are giving another chance to do it again, differently.

Affirmations: "I am brave enough to do what I need to do. I believe in myself. I can do it."

"I am strong enough and will be okay with the outcome"

Signs: 34, SWORDS, Ginger, Ranunculus, snail

Song: AM I DREAMING by Lil NAS x Miley Cyrus

Every song Every dream filled with hell from beyond As I'm sinkin', I relive the story Every try Every breakthrough and every cry As I'm sinkin', I relive the story

🐋 🦢 ☁️ 🫧 💫 You Are Loved 🐋 🦢 ☁️ 🫧 💫

Pile 3🍉 - “Let It Go / Dandelion” by @cant-find-my-name

Let it go, Dandelion with the wind

Don't let the failures

Tattooed on your skin

Cause nothing is ever worth your

Peace

Even if it is war

Even if it didn't work out

Now you know

You deserve so much more,

Rejection isn't a destination

It is part of this journey

Giving in doesn't mean giving up

The most important lesson in life is

Knowing when

Enough is enough

Meaning:

This poem is about accepting 'failures' or things that didn't work out, such as a relationship, a goals, a destination. We all have things that we planned or things that we expected it to be. Like I entered into a business partnership and I expected it to be going well. It is important to focus on the positive side of thing but when it didn't work out like how you hope, which it will alway happened, can you accept it?. Most people find it easy to accept success but find it difficult to accept failures. Which is understandable, however, that won't do because success and failures goes hand in hands and things that didn't work out is part of life or should be part of normal life not an end all be all situation.

This poem is also about giving up. Not in a ‘give up on life' kind of energy buy more of surrendering the outcome to the Divine. If and when you tried your best and it didn't go your way or even when it did, the outcome you want doesn’t serve you anymore. It is alright to give up, it is alright to quit. To change our mind. To change our mind is not alway equating failure. It just mean the things we're going for is no longer in alignment with us anymore. Such as, changing your major halfway through college, changed career path, your goals, your values, your style, etc. These things within us are ever changing. This poem summarisation is that things are ever changing and that it is OKAY. We need to know when enough is enough, with ourself, our goals, our life.

The Messages:

Keep going as you are. Do not stop. Keep your momentum because you will get to where you are headed. Even if it by fears or desperation or anxiety. Still, take your step by step. Concentrated on the positive, what worked out for you not what didn't. You will have a choice to make in regards to your stability and security. In a way, that is what you're going towards. A place where you can make a choice. To be able to choose is a privilege. To be able to choose is empowering. A position where a limited mindset could never be in. 'There's no choice or it is how it is', you know that's not true. That's limited mindset. You alway know that everyone have a choice, they just choose not to have one and blame external circumstances. But when you're in your power and honour yourself, the most empowering choice would be, choosing yourself. Most won't do it, because it's too much to take. But despite your hesitant Pile 3, you are asked to choose yourself and keep going. Start choosing yourself and never stop, because one day, you will reach that inner security you're alway craving. It isn't in any external things, money, status, groups, but within us, there's a voice that have never been heard because we never listen. But once you do, they are not stopping you Pile 3, whoever you're looking for to guide the way, that person is YOU. Repeat the affirmation to yourself Pile 3, "you are not a failure. You are talented, capable, strong and are going places."

Affirmation: "I am capable, I am talented, I am a gift"

Signs : 248, 24, Horses, Twin, Baby, Greek Goddess, Red Rose

Song: You're on your own, kids by Taylor Swift

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this I hosted parties and starved my body Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets Take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

🐋 🦢 ☁️ 🫧 💫 You Are Loved 🐋 🦢 ☁️ 🫧 💫

Pile 4⭐️- ‘Safe Blanket’ by @cant-find-my-name

The world seem to be against

Me

But you whispered in my ears

'That's not true, why don't you look closely'

Stop telling yourself lies

The sky only bring you calm

The trees evokes your peace

The stars shared your longing,

Curious eyes filled with

Mystery,

The world is here for you

If only you let yourself be

And let yourself see

The Meaning :

This poem is about not being negatively bias because human tends to do that. We tend to look for the flaws first, for things that didn't work out. For things that we don't have, for things that's wrong. It's natural to do that but again, Negatively bias brain. Because in reality, it is not as bad as it seem. This poem is to act as a reminder that the Universe is working for me, not against me. There are tree, ocean, sky, beautiful nature all around. As long as you live on this earth and respect it, it will do the same. You are not targeted, you are not the only one feeling pain, no one is out to get you. The tree will only give you peace if only you let it. We must opened our eyes and our heart to truly appreciate earth's beauty. Our first Mother will alway be Mother Earth, Mother Gaia and we are her children. Mother earth is our home and where ever you go , there are nature, and where there are nature, then that is also your home. This poem remind us that we belonged in nature, within this earth. If when ever you feel unsafe, ungrounded, alway look for the tree, go towards nature because she is alway there for you.

The Messages:

Success is yours Pile4 , what ever success means to you. It is your birthright to shine in this world. Victory in life is your birthright. So rest, let the worries, the what's if? the doubts go. Let it flow down the drain and let us bath in this world divinity. Let the world carries you towards where you aim to go, to your destination. Anything you wish for will be aided by the Universe.You know Pile 4, that you are very lucky, very privilege in this life. You are in a position people would envied. People see you and goes 'that person got the best end of the stick in life’. And acknowledge that but in a way, it's because you alway believed that the Universe is working for you and never against you. You rest assured that The Universe alway have your back. And when you believe in something like that, there's nothing in life you can't do. You don't limit yourself to what you can or cannot do. You don't limit yourself to what you can or cannot have. To who you can and cannot be. “The world is against me...." is just an excuse and a lie.This poem helped you see that you got the biggest allied at your side. So go through life knowing you are loved and supported. Cause you are. Go through life rest in the knowing that you are okay or you alway will be okay and you are not alone on your journey.

Affirmation: "I release limiting beliefs and empowered myself to achieve more."

Signs: 77, leaves, horse, Yellow house, Gold

Songs: The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Tell me once again I could have been anyone, anyone else Before you made the choice for me My feet knew the path We walked in the dark, in the dark I never gave a single thought to where it might lead

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[swarm-of-tired-enbees]

Cephaconscious

Cephaconscious flag: symbol | no symbol

Definition:

A system (or sisasystem) that has fluid, monoconscious-like switching, but members of the system who are not in front have their own, separate consciousness in headspace/ are polyconscious in headspace.

Experiences a cephaconscious system may have:

- having one distinct consciousness for fronting, that whoever is in front “steps into”, while system members who are not currently fronting have their own consciousness separate from the body

- switching feels like “becoming” someone else, as described in monoconscious systems

- in the headspace, each system member feels as though they have a distinct, separate consciousness of their own

- system members are polyconscious in the headspace (when not fronting)

- accessing the headspace from the front can be difficult without an excessive amount of concentration

The flag is meant to represent a mix of the monoconscious and polyconscious flags by using both blue and red which are used in the mono-/polyconscious flags respectively.

The blue stripes represent the “fluid-like” switching like in monoconscious system and the red stripes represent the experience of system members being polyconscious when not in front. The white and the gray stripe represent becoming one with the consciousness of the front when switching.

The term “cephaconscious” stems from the word cephalopod. Cepholopods represent the idea of having one fronting-consciousness (represented by the head) and being polyconscious in headspace (represented by the tentacles).

The term, the meaning and the flag of cephaconsciousness were all coined by us, The Wilderness. This term can be added to plurality wikis.

[Image ID: Two images of the flags for Cephaconsciousness.

The background is made up of 8 horizontal stripes.

The first three stripes form a gradient from deep blue to light blue.

Then, there is a light gray and a very light gray stripe.

The last three stripes form a gradient from pastel red to dark purple.

The foreground of the first flag contains a purple silhouette of a cephalopod with 10 tentacles.

The silhouette has a vertical line of symmetry and is at the center of the flag.

The outermost tentacles curve up to the same height as the head of the cephalopod.

/end ID]

Image ID credit: Shad Amethyst#0219 on Discord

#cephaconscious #cephaconsciousness #cephaconscious coining #cephaconsciousness coining #consciousness term #plural terms #plural #plurality #term coining #coining post #plural term coining #system #system terms

[jmdbjk]

Seven deeper than the ocean...

Two versions of the song, two versions of MV. Take your pick. With various remixes.

"... blah blah blah, it's a song about sex!"

Ok whoever you are, you were right! One of the versions is explicitly about sex! Score one for you! Except there was no porn in the MV's, only in your (wet) dreams.

I started a deep think piece on this song but you know what? I deleted it because let's just enjoy what is obviously something Kookie wants us to have fun with.

I wonder if the song originally began in the clean version and for shits and giggles someone changed the one word for a laugh... (my brain ignores me most of the time and continues to deep dive...)

And Kookie said MINE!

I don't doubt he can get it up with just an eyebrow raise.

Like everyone, my jaw dropped when I first heard the explicit version. I was not expecting that at all and for it to be so in your face. Dayum.

Kookie smiling his bunny smile while singing he wants to fuck seven days a week, though incongruous (or not?), is still cute. Who else can get away with that? No one except Kookie-pookie.

Make no mistake, with the explicit version, Jungkook has made a statement about his own idol image... killed it in more ways than one. He has taken a huge step (that was unexpected) for him and indirectly the rest of the members. We always say, someone has to be first. JK gets the credit for this one.

I wonder when JK actually heard the song for the first time?

JK had already chosen the song well before he was folding underwear early April. It was during the underwear folding live that he was humming along with Muni Long's "Hrs & Hrs." The whole playlist he was listening to during that live seemed like it was meant for sexy time...

The next day, April 8 or so, after folding his underwear in front of 12 million people, he left for Los Angeles and spent roughly ten days there, returning on April 17. I'm assuming it was during this trip that he recorded Seven because the pics of he and Watt and Bang PD were posted on April 16.

Incidentally, Han Sohee was seen departing Incheon on April 9 for Los Angeles and arriving back on April 15.

His next live on April 24 was after a hard week of seeing Hobi off to the military and the tragic death of Moonbin. He had been to the premier of Dream with Tae and Tae's friends. It was a while after this day that (I personally) learned that Han Sohee was also seen leaving at the same time as JK's group following the Dream movie premier. She was seen walking out with Choi Wooshik. During this live on April 24 he said he was working on new songs but it was difficult.

JK left for Los Angeles again on June 14 and returned to Korea on June 22. Sohee left for LA the day after he did and came back on the same day but different flight? I don't know how many flights a day there are between Seoul and LA.

There were a lot of special effects in that video so I suspect they filmed the bulk of the video in April and finished up or reshot some scenes in June? I saw yesterday someone involved with the MV shoot said 118 people were on the lighting crew for the MV.

All just me trying to put a timeline together of when it all went down...

#missed marketing opportunity to partner with Trojan #jungkook seven

[lady-merian]

from the fake “art deco era” dress picture going around to “Emile Corsi” I’m wondering what people’s takes would be on using already generated AI images as inspiration for real, human made art. After all, if at least a first glance at some of them leads people to think it’s real (AI is getting better in some ways, the hands aren’t always such a tell,) and the image itself is real in that it’s there in front of you making you think and feel things, is there a degree of separation from the art scraping/theft that would make people more comfortable with using it as inspiration, as long as it’s not encouraging people to generate more? I’m not talking direct copies, not even necessarily direct copies but having things like anatomy errors fixed, I’m not even talking about me specifically, (though I have used one as a pose inspiration before for something not posted, only because the pose suited what I wanted so well for a particular character and again I can’t simply pose my siblings like dolls,) but just in general.

To be clear I’m talking about possibly not even linking to the AI image or whoever generated it, at most mentioning that it was inspired by AI images but I guess not in such a way as to give credit where credit is dubious, or to drum up interest in using AI more. …Or would that be two wrongs not making a right? I guess since no artist is obligated to show everything that directly inspired a particular work this could all be just my brain cycling in a loop for no reason, going back and forth about something no one has any real issue with. I know where I stand on having someone’s work scraped and fed into a generator without their consent, but where is the line between not using that and benefiting from someone else using it? I take inspiration from many artists, but I cannot literally copy their art. The best I can do is try a master copy, mimicking as best I can and learning from it, but I’m not a robot. My own style will creep in, for better or for worse and if I want something new drawn in their style I can save up for commissions when available.

I guess my question is, if you knew someone had fed your art to a generator and posted the image it came up with, how would you feel if you knew someone else was inspired by that image to create something new?

#Also literally copying something in art did isn’t usually what I want because I already have the superior version to view why would I want #To copy it exactly? More often I want something else *and* I want to try my own hand at getting it. #But in a case like that I think few would argue that I’m actually hurting them in some way by being inspired by them. #I may regret spending this much time on this thought.. I didn’t sleep well last night so this could also be the product of not enough sleep #Help. #I was supposed to be off like 20 minutes ago and then that dress came up and Emile Corsi #And like. I did like one or two “paintings” at one point. (Not Bastet. That one’s weird.) #And did initially like the dress till I realized the sleeves were uneven and didn’t make sense #I do strongly dislike the deception #Claiming it’s something it’s not in the actual post even when the blog has the illusion of being open about it. #(Illusion because how many people actually go to the blog and read the blog headers when they reblog art? Especially when they’re led to #Think this is a real 19th century artist in the posts themselves rather than viewing the blog of someone who’s making the art?) #If I don’t stop now I’ll hit the tag limit I’d better go while I can still be awake enough to brush my teeth

[dennisboobs]

y'all, can we please not repost other people's meta and stuff without credit to twitter/instagram, etc.... i keep seeing my own posts and mutuals posts stolen without even a link back to the source. it sucks. you absolutely do not need to crosspost other people's posts for them, a lot of us have multiple social media accounts, and if we don't, then it should be staying on tumblr. you wouldn't steal and repost a fic (i hope) so treat meta with the same respect. aside from the fact that i know for me personally it generally takes at least several hours to write and collect citations & screenshots, there's also a decent chance that whoever wrote it put sensitive/personal information in that they might not want you sharing out of context. i've used my own experiences as reference in my metas before, and i have never been asked permission to repost anywhere, yet i am seeing them around. i feel incredibly uncomfortable with it being screenshotted and shared around, especially without as much as my url visible in the image, and it's extremely disheartening to spend time on these things and then see them shared around without it even being properly attributed to you. be courteous, please.

#ada speaks #i dont want my shit on sunny twitter at all. none of it. #don't steal and repost my shitposts my gifs my videos or my metas #i should not be seeing ANY of my stuff around unless you've asked me first #and it's really not that hard to respect the people putting out shit that you're treating like consumables to gain a following #off of reposting stuff that isn't even yours to begin with #i can't police people and i can't control what happens to my stuff outside of tumblr #but if you enjoy my posts at all. please don't. lmao #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia

[malwary]

a little while ago @neuro-typical sent me this post by @bye2k of a popup that appeared when trying to right-click images on a shadow the hedgehog fan forum, known as Wishes are Eternal (after the SA2 line). this version of the site appears to be an archived snapshot on the wayback machine, and I'm happy to confirm that it is indeed real. though i couldn't get the popup to work in my own browser, the javascript does exist in the source code of the site, so it's very real and very cool.

i had a lot of things to say about this, but i didn't want to blast the notes of the OG post into oblivion with my big funny wall of text, so I've made my own post. below the readmore I'll explain javascript popups on the internet, some malware that has utilized this, and some very interesting sonic fan community history.

first of all: what is this? how did the webmaster manage to create a popup window in your computer to stop you from downloading images?

well, that would be javascript. because JS is just a normal script language that can do whatever you want, creating a popup is no exception. now, whoever ran the site did not write this script themself, this much is evident by the credit you can see in the source code for the site.

this script is offered by a site called dynamicdrive.com, specifically for disabling right-clicks. you see how simple this is? javascript makes it possible to bother users in all sorts of creative ways. plenty of malware on the web utilizes javascript, and you're probably already aware of most good examples.

you're most likely familiar with offiz, better known by the colloquial name "You Are An Idiot". though its status as malware is somewhat debated, most people can agree that the sites it was on abused a javascript function that allowed it to create hundreds upon hundreds of bouncing windows, slowing the user computer to a crawl and forcing the user to restart their machine, meaning any unsaved work they had open was now lost. in that way it was destructive, though indirectly.

offiz is an example of javascript malware that is harmless on its own, but not all JS malware is that friendly. javascript can be used to force your machine to download software, steal user data, serve you all manner of popups, employ many kinds of malicious code through xss, and more. although these cases are rarer than they were, say, a decade ago, that doesn't mean they don't still happen. here is a fascinating little instance of javascript being used maliciously very recently. it's hard to suggest ways to avoid these without just telling you to use common sense, but there's no other way to put it. as is the case with all malware, your best bet when it comes to not getting it is thinking before you click.

browser malware is extremely common. you may have encountered it going to a suspicious website. there is certainly a necessary aspect of social engineering to this type of malware, you have to be paying less attention to where you're going and what you're doing to stumble upon a site so unsecured that it could infect you. users who get themselves into these situations are typically looking for either p_rn or pirated stuff, so they're more likely to act in irrational or desperate ways to get to their content. don't be a fool online and you won't get played for one.

so, why? why does this old, obscure sonic fan forum have javascript that prevents you from right clicking images? prevents you from downloading images?

this forum is very, very old. the last posts on the entire site were about 10 years ago, even to this day. it's no surprise to me that a lot of this site is a relic of its time. the photobucket watermark on the header image, the collecton of midis of shadow themes playable on the site, the use of the term "ripped off" (as opposed to ripped) to describe the action of taking sprites from a game. it's all there on the very first page, the only one in this archive. despite what youtube video slideshows with a single text scroll that says "no copyright intended, pictures found on google" may imply, reposting images was indeed taken seriously at this time. this was a time when it wasn't too uncommon to see a credit to the person who made an anime girl image transparent (a render, for those unaware) in a forum signature. this was a time when someone got caught tracing every 5 days.

that's not to say there were no issues, but people were still very defensive over what they deemed to be theirs. this was especially prevalent in fanart. fan works are hard and are always a labor of love, so it's no surprise nobody wanted their work reposted, especially not without credit. this was especially clear when looking into some parts of the sprite ripping community. making spritesheets was much harder then than it is now, and it was especially impressive if sprites were hand-edited or even made from scratch. this incredibly painstaking work combined with sonic fans reputation for... unwavering passion... could often culminate in a very serious attitude towards doing something as simple as saving an image. in fact, for some people, this mindset has never truly left.

in 2014, fangame creator Leemena Dan published Sonic Gather Battle on SAGE (the Sonic Amateur Games Expo) to mostly positive reception but ultimately little attention outside of sonic fans online. that is, until 2017, when after a seemingly inconspicuous update, players discovered what appeared to be an audaciously malicious form of DRM present in the game.

this malware had everything. all the bells and whistles. when a player would do any number of things from opening software made to decompile games to simply typing "sonic gather battle cheat" into their internet browser search bar, the payload would activate. (which, of course, means it tracks your keystrokes!)

it's difficult to find good footage of both layers of this DRM (or, rather, both payloads of this malware) that doesn't include a facecam of some gamer dude gawking and screaming at his computer screen. even so, I've found two decent ones. layer 1, and layer 2. this DRM also sends your IP address to a privately owned server, presumably so that the DRM would activate even when the game is uninstalled, and when trying to play it, a splash screen would show telling you to abide by the rules.

unsurprisingly, people did not consider this a proportionate way to respond to the threat of people ripping the sprites from a fangame, and the creator has since been banned from SAGE. to this very day, some people are simply so protective of their work that they'd be willing to go to any length to prevent you from saving it. as obnoxious as that can sometimes seem, it does make for some very interesting history.

#trojan #spyware #scareware #Offiz #Sonic Gather Battle #sonic

[gamebunny-advance]

Doodle Dump

A mix of doodles from last year and this year.

Notes under the cut.

1) 1010 Pictograms: This project will probably never come to fruition, but I got the idea to illustrate the 1010 Headcanons Series in the style of these pictogram people and maybe publish it as a zine. I dunno if I'm gonna actually do it though. This kind of thing is really better with vector graphics, but I dunno if I have the patience to learn how to use Inkscape and CSP's vector tools are very lacking.

But I still really like the idea, so maybe I'll do it anyway. We'll see.

2) Young Fyra + Kliff. I'd like to draw them a lot more, but I don't have any clear designs for their younger versions. Had to censor and cut an entire panel from the comic on the side for being a little more risqué than I'm used to posting. Use your imagination I guess~

3-4) Goatlings doodles. I started a thread where you draw the OC of the person above you. Since I started the thread, I had to draw whoever was below me, and this is what I did. It's a shame that the thread pretty much went nowhere. I do realize that that's partially that my rules were so strict and basically guaranteed that the thread would move at a snail's pace regardless since the next person has to finish their art for the person above them before posting their OC, but I just didn't want this to turn into a thinly veiled begging thread for other people, ya know? But maybe I just need to have more faith in people... I dunno. I'm just really turned off from trying to start another one.

Other doodle is just a DonutCrumbs doodle. I'd like to eventually update my profile to use only my own art so I don't have to list 1000 credits for my images, but it's a slow process. I may just have to start commissioning people in the art thread for some profile art~

5-6) Human!R.O.B. & Pac-Man. I'm still surprised that people seem to really like my updated R.O.B. design. I like it too, but I just kinda thought it would stay here, ya know? That aside, I'd like to start drawing the Smash guys a little more. They really fell to the wayside when NSR took over my life, but I think that my obsession with that has finally started to wane a little bit, so hopefully I'll start drawing other things.

7-9) Various Kun3h0 + Kahon doodles. Nothing much to say about 'em. I like the idea of the second image, but it wouldn't be possible (unless Kahon created a version of itself to be in the game, but I dunno why it would that).

#gbunny draws #NSR #no straight roads #1010 #neon j #kliff #tatiana #goatlings #sprinkling #super smash bros #r.o.b. #pac man #pacman #pac-man #OCs #kun3h0 #kuneho sa kahon

[nonsensical-pixels]

THE LINDASIMS2 RESEARCH AND EXPERIMENTATION: PART THREE

So, as mentioned in this minor update, the hidden Sim in the accessory files was apparently a rudely-named pollination technician. Me and my Simscord besties struggled to understand just what sim was thrown in there... but we finally worked it out. Thanks to Google, I guess.

I honestly feel like this is way too dramatic for a discovery post but y'know what, I'm nonsensical-pixels. Time to do the nonsensical.

DISCLAIMER: This is not really a callout post. This is a warning to anyone who intends to download Lindasim's stuff. And a genuine one. I have nothing personal against Linda, this is only what I've found from my own deep dive into Linda's files. I have no proof that what I've found is stuff that Linda herself did, but the stuff does exist. And it's terrible.

WARNING: Some of these images contain racial slurs that may make you uncomfortable.

You can find the nails file I use for my 'research' post here. It's part of the reuploaded March 2021 set and from what I can see that entire set is a giant mess.

Credits go to Zeta_Reticuli and Yolkema for helping to dig deeper into this issue!

THE START: PT19

Yolkema was able to load a spare save with the bad CC and check what Sim Blender did when you tried to summon them.

The result: this sim. Pollination Technician 19.

Now, we were all scratching our heads, because who the fuck is PT 19? There's no such sim in the game. So we just figured that Linda had created a sim called PT 19 and threw him in for shits and giggles.

When Yolkema tried to summon the sim, however, we discovered it was impossible. The game would lag a few seconds, but the sim wouldn't appear. So Zeta_Reticuli decided to see if deleting the package file's BHAVs, which contained sim-deleting functions, would work.

THE SLURS

WARNING: This section contains racial slurs!

After Zeta loaded the game and tried to summon the sims, we were all in for quite the shock. Instead of PT19, we had... this guy! Five of him!

We all assumed that this must be due to the BHAVs being removed, since that was the only difference we saw between Yolkema's and Zeta's games. But, well, we were wrong, of course.

THE LANGUAGE DISCOVERY

Zeta went into SimPE and made a pretty interesting discovery:

The person who changed the PT's name must be using American English, because in UK English, PT 19 makes his appearance.

So, since we're all inquisitive simmers, we decided to track down just who PT19 was.

THE FACE

My original impression was that the extra GMDC with a sim's face only used Face 2, but Zeta went back and discovered that it is, in fact, a pretty alien-looking face.

The new question: why the heck would someone go through all that trouble just to inject a monster into their downloaders' CC? I mean, I'm already terrified of the non-textured image. It's a real nightmare.

THE TRUE MONSTER

Zeta thought the sim might be a downloadable alien technician, and she was right! The hidden sim in Lindasims2's nail accessory files isn't some monster cooked up in a frying pan. It's none other than PT19 from this Pollination Technician Replacement set.

Here she is in all of her alien glory.

SUMMARY

Well, it's out now folks. After hours of agonising over who TF the sim was hidden in those files, she's here. Pollination Technician 19, stolen right from pinkdynamite on MTS's replacement set.

Now, the real question: why is she there?

This seems like the most random sim to merge with accessory files, like, ever. Is this some sort of 'fuck you' to the people who download Linda's content? From what I can guess, these accessories are the same ones Linda sends to her subscribers. They're in no way different. That means that whoever downloaded Linda's March 2021 set, probably has this sim duplicated in their game.

If you're not sure if you have her and are concerned, use the Sim Blender's Teleport option and go to the Default household. Scroll through the list of names and if you see PT 19 or the slurs in the picture, yep, you've got the Nail It Virus. Or whatever you want to call it.

If you do have the Nail It Virus, do not attempt to remove the nail/character files belonging to this sim. Doing so is akin to deleting a sim from your game. I can't promise that your game is safe if you don't, but you should definitely run Hoodchecker as often as possible!

Overall, this post was made to dig deeper into the mysterious sim found in those files. I and many others were mystified by what it was. And, well, now we know.

New Sims 2 history?

#lindasims2 #s2cc #sims 2 cc #ts2 cc #important info #the lindasims research and experimentation #how do u tag these sorts of posts #sims 2 research #sims 2 alert #pt 19 #tw slurs

[colorcodedbeanies]

S1E3-"And the Bag's in the River"

The last 12 hours have been a fever dream so I feel I really understand what its like to be Domingo

TW: Racism, description of gore, Nazi mention, discussion of strangulation.

Credit to their props team or whoever that wet meat is the wettest and the meatiest.

The first time through this episode I assumed the Gretchen flashback was Walt attempting to disassociate from his actions via chemistry (in parallel to Jesse's "its just a bunch of meat!" last episode). With the context of the closing flashback though I think this entire episode is about Walt really confronting the spectre of his own mortality. This is something that influences his conversation with Krazy-8 and his confession to Skyler at the end of this episode

Notably this is probably the only time Walt thinks of Emilio as "human" even if by proxy. I find it interesting that the visual language is suggesting the gun as functionally a part of Emilio's body. When Walt thinks about calcium, he picks up a fragment of his jawbone. When he thinks about iron, he picks up the remains of the gun. Whether its the worldview of Walt or the show, the violence is so much a part of Emilio that it may as well be a part of his chemical composition

"Please don't say yo. You can't know how much I hate that." That theme of language policing is back. Sure, Skyler on a literal level is associating it with a specific bad interpersonal interaction she had. But its also a mom clamping down on how her son talks because she doesn't want him to sound like a criminal. Gonna be a bit of a theme with Junior in this episode.

This episode simultaneously establishes that everyone in the Schrader-White cluster has both used pot and is also a massive freak about it. To be clear, there might be a lens through which SOME of Marie's concern is merited. As I understand it pot is probably not good for a 17 year old. But there's a certain ritualization to the denial of using pot. Skyler used it, and yet asks Marie about it like she was the known pothead in the family. Marie sputters about MAYBE having sampled it, reflects almost nostalgically on its effects, and then immediately freaks out about Junior's proximity to it. Hank admits to indulging to deal with some unspecified childhood baggage, but still considers taking his nephew out to ogle addicts in order to scare him straight a justified tactic. Its perhaps best summed up in Marie and Hank's phonecall. "Autopsy of a pot overdose? C'mon." Deep down all of them know it doesn't have to be a big deal. But we return to that inherent suspicion and distrust. Everyone's a junkie except for me. I'm a sensible, reasonable adult who can be trusted with what substances I indulge in. After all, "I'm extremely clean". Everyone else though, might be subject to an unbecoming dependence.

We have two cases of "everyone else" humanizing themselves. The first is Domingo, who startles Walt with both his ability to reason and to connect. Krazy-8 shatters his image as benevolent by pointing out that keeping him chained up in a basement while they debate was to do with him is frankly a lot more cruel and unusual. He's also able to read Walt extremely easily, picking up his discomfort, teasing out his motivations, and even connecting with him on an interpersonal level.

The other example of this is poor Wendy. Everything about that scene is skin-crawling. Hank dehumanizes her in every way a person can be dehumanized, sexualizing her in a way that doesn't read even slightly as a joke and functionally treating her like an animal. He barks at her to come, to stay, to speak, and then has Junior ogle her teeth before battering her with questions. She's not a passive recipient of his abuse (though who could blame her if she was). While she's clearly used to a fair amount of rough treatment, she still reacts when something crosses a line ("hey I'm not doing him, he's a kid!") and even gets a little of her own back ("why, you got some?"). Wendy isn't doing anything remotely criminal that Hank can see. She's not soliciting, not holding drugs on her, not anything. She's just going about her day. However, for people in her class crime is no longer something you do, its what you are. Hank clearly feels entitled to harass her and threaten her even off the clock. But Wendy lets them know she can see them as much as they can see her, calling out both the inappropriateness of Junior's presence and Hank's fishing. Hank doesn't get the neat horror story about a fall from grace that he wants ("Tell my friend here how you got started. Probably used to be, what? Like a Girl Scout, or sang in the church choir?"). Instead he gets an interaction that not only exposes what a dickbag he is, but that will come back to bite him later.

After a looney tunes ass chase through the house we get the first connection of Walt with Nazis with Jesse's heil Hitler bitch. Primarily I bring it up only because its going to get freakishly poignant in a few seasons but I do think it's worth noting: Jesse's not a good arguer even when he's in the right. He's too inexperienced to understand what's actually wrong with Walt and it enables Walt to perpetually paint him as just an immature child throwing tantrums.

One last note about the Wendy scene before I dive into Domingo's last moments. Hank jumps in to "defend" Junior from the accusation of being disabled. The smile he gives him feels like its meant to be inclusive. Don't worry buddy I won't let this lesser than try to pull you out of the in-group. Have to wonder how much of Junior's childhood he spent with polite euphemisms about his condition.

The pro/con list functionally is its own analysis. The con side is all phrased in absolutes. "Murder is wrong", and more specifically, "YOU are not a murderer". This is factually inaccurate (by this point Walt has killed Emilio and attempted to kill Domingo), but it returns to that idea of criminal as a class rather than an action that I talked about. The Schrader-Whites aren't junkies, they're nice normal people who have once or twice indulged. Walt isn't a murderer, he's a man who's only ever done what he has to for his family! There's a resistance to seeing actions as a reflection of identity, because to do so is to admit the separation between Walt, Jesse, and Domingo is a matter of degrees, not some fundamental aspect of their character.

Domingo plays into this as well, reassuring Walt that he's not cut out for this. HE'S not a cold blooded murderer...he's just a good man, a family man caught way over his head. Its fitting his name means Sunday, because in essence he offers as Walt's confessional priest. He hears his sins, his fears, his secrets, and then offers him the path to redemption.

Walt's mistake here is underestimating how little reason Krazy-8 has to sincerely believe this of him. The plate that give Domingo his weapon is broken over Emilio's bloodstain. He's been held hostage, sick and in pain from the toxic gasses, stuck shitting in a bucket for days on end while Walt quibbles about his mortal soul. I don't want to posture Krazy-8 as some innocent. But the lie works because it feeds Walt's self-perception as the good normal man caught up in all this, and because Walt is very bad at imagining the inner worlds of the people he works with. Whether as a cashier at his father's furniture store or as the gunwielding drug lord or the captive in the basement, to Walt Domingo is a background element to be ignored and puzzled over, not a thinking person with intentions.

He majored in Business Administration at UNM. This surprises Walt, another challenge to his equivocating between education and moral character.

I like that its left a little ambiguous as to whether Domingo was still planning to stab Walter when he came down, or if he reached for it after noticing Walt's strange behavior. The man with lung cancer chokes his first hands on victim.

Final somewhat anti-climactic note: "Its a culture in decline...you people used to be conquistadores" NO HANK THEY DIDN'T.

Fascinating that I can do all this analysis and then it just spells itself out with "It looks like meth but its too damn white."

#breaking bad #brba #walter white #walter white jr #emilio koyama #domingo molina #jesse pinkman #marie schrader #hank schrader #analysis tag #long post #brba s1 e3