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wonyrs · 7 months

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౨ৎ like the movies

pairing enha hyungs x fem reader genre fluff , established relationship, scenarios warning cursing

lee heeseung | embarrassing and embarrassed

will definitely yell out "I LOVE YOU" in the loudest voice he can muster up before dropping u off to class and won't leave until u yell it back. he does this with the most shit eating grin ever

he's so dreamy when ure together but sometimes he just gets that burst of energy where he absolutely NEEDS to do something that makes u question why u even liked him

"um she asked for no pickles 🤓☝️"

he buys u guys those ugly "if lost return to her" "hi im her" shirts and forces u to wear them everytime u go on a date

unironically likes it and is a proud matching shirt buyer

everytime u post he'll spam ur comments with all the compliments in the entire world, tags all his friends and old people he doesn't even know saying shit like "hey this is my gf you know my gf go follow my gf"

"hey babe does my hair look good?" and its a picture of him smoldering, showing off his godly jawline. probably thinks hes the sexiest guy alive (he is)

park jongseong | chivalrous and princess

u guys saw that one vlog w his mom? jay literally gave her the more appetizing plate while he just dumped everything on his

opens the car door, cooks ur meals, helps u w hw, and even buys ur parents flowers everytime he visits

"open the door for a big surprise (not clickbait)!" and he doordashed u ur fav foods after his spidey sense told him u felt down

ok i imagine him buying a 100-recipe cook book and making every dish whenever u stay over

"but babe i'm ful-" "please just one more, i promise this will be the last"

spoiler alert- it's not! dw tho, extra servings get sent to ur friends/family. ur mom teaches him some of her special recipes while ur dad is his assistant chef (taste tester)

he's a gentleman, yes thats true. but once u too get real comfortable w/ each other is when the side of chivalry u never knew existed revealed itself

he pampers u when ure tired but still likes to tease u if he sees the oppurtunity to. ex: massaging ur legs after an intense cardio workout, "ur feet are smelling kinda stinky. no need to worry, i'll lick the dirt away for u babe 😉 " NASTY.

he pays for all ur cafeteria meals and always says something along the lines of "let's go out on saturday, except ure paying for everything"

do u ever end up paying? no.

he'll distract u the moment ure at the counter and pays w his card before u can even look back. "i guess they gave us a free discount for being their best customers 🤷" u know what he did even if he won't admit

it's okay, u buy him a cheeseburger using ur free mcdonalds app awards

sim jaeyun | rizzler and rizzed

no lies here: sim jaeyun is the dreamiest man ever

casually explaining to him what happened in ur day blah blah, u look to ur right and the softest eyes are staring at u with so much love u almost combust

but not only was he staring at u, bro was unconsciously licking his lips, tilting his head and holding ur fingers so delicately like it might break any second (cute and sexy?) u had to stop talking for a sec and scream into ur hand

ESP AT SCHOOL DUDE he'll run to u after a soccer match and hug u so tight ur friends start puking

like ewww sweat but at the same time omggg ur bf's sweat 😝 u still have to push him off before u starting stinking too tho

he's defo the type to lift his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face and it kills u everytime... u look to see if anyone's looking before snapping a quick pic (who wouldn't)

when u guys r studying together, he'll either pull u by the waist or by ur chair so u can get closer to him without having to stand up

struggling to see the paper? no need to fear, dikeu is here :3

he'll slide his hand (purposely) under ur shirt and scooch u over to his side of the table, never even stopping the conversation

mind u, his hand is still on ur waist

park sunghoon | socially awkward and socially awkward

ur relationship makes ur friends giggle at how silly u guys r

imagine: blah blah blah ure in a really interesting conversation with ur boyfriend and someone interrupts, asking if u guys did the hw last week

"oh uh" "uhm" "idk" "sorry" UR REPLIES. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

cue the intense eye contact until that person leaves the room. then u go back to whatever u were talking about. "so yeah lebron should honestly retire this season"

since u have all classes together, ur teachers always make sure to pair u up as partners since no WAY in hell will either of u be able to talk to someone else willingly

if ur friend group isn't at the cafeteria, the top 3 lunch spots would be @ the field, rooftop, or back of the classroom

when u accompany him to skating/dance practice, all u do is record him reviewing a program or choreo and silently cheer him on

both ur parents share concerns about u two not having any friends at/outside of school 😢

no one really knows that yall r talking about the weirdest shit during class... they just think ure being little nerds and working on math answers

"messi is literally better than ronaldo what are u on about boy" "ok buddy but who has more insta followers" "HOW IS THAT RELEVANT TO THE WORLD CUP"

@ wonyrs 2023

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heartandfangs · 2 years

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YOU WISH.

GENRE Roommates AU, Playboy!Jake, Virgin!Reader, Suggestive, A bit of fluff

PAIRING f!Reader x Jake/Jaeyun

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, Cursing, Flirting, Slow-burn, Morally-grey characters, Sexual tension, Fantasizing, Brief mention of a past blowjob, Teasing, Sub!Jake’s dirty thoughts + Praise kink exposed yet again, MC gets a little physical and aggressive (nothing crazy, promise), University/Adulthood woes, One too many puppy references

WORD COUNT 3.3k

SUMMARY One thing led to another, then suddenly a puppy was following you around in the library during finals week– it turns out his name is Jake Sim, a flirtatious underclassman who quite possibly could be the quickest answer to your desperate prayers. But there was only one thing to do when he started getting in the way of your study time; let him know that this was your territory.

AUTHOR’S NOTE I wrote this before all the installments of IOU but forgot about it until recently lol. This could be a standalone fic, but it's essentially IOU– Part Zero. I revised it because I think it adds a layer to the story and how MC got into this debacle as Jake’s roommate in the first place. It's fun and offers more telling insight into their first impressions of each other.

I’m in the midst of writing Part 5 and it’s going to be a pretty long chapter so I hope you look forward to reading it soon! I will say Heeseung is in the spotlight a bit more while Jake is down in the dumps for this upcoming chapter and the man has absolutely no chill. So, get your dose of Jekjek here while you can!

As always, like/reblog this fic and leave me some feedback if you enjoyed it and want more. Reading your wild and sweet comments is honestly my favorite part next to writing. 🤍⚰️

TAGLIST @fan-zhan, @burningsunsun, @kazuhugs, @skzenhalove, @axartia, @stbwe, @duolingofanaccount, @writingmochi

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,Part 4, Masterlist

A text notification sounded from your pocket– it was from your potential roommate and little did you know how dreadful it would be to read.

'___, I'm so sorry, but my plans have changed, as I'm taking a job offer out of town. I can't move in with you anymore. So sorry for the insanely late heads up, but I do wish you the best of luck– and belated congratulations on graduating!'

"Shit, shit– shit!"

Unable to even think about where you'd be living after graduation with finals on your mind, you pocketed your phone and ran an aggravated hand through your hair. Nothing irked you more than when people went back on their word, especially last minute; this was not helping your rising stress levels.

Jesus, feel free to take the wheel any moment now–

The library elevator doors binged on a floor that wasn't your stop; you exhaled heavily, tapping your foot impatiently.

Your bloodshot eyes darted to the boy revealed behind the elevator doors. Immediately you noticed his figure– he was several inches taller than you, lean, and had dark brown hair. Handsome. The student was dressed in a plaid shirt over a casual tee paired with denim jeans and sneakers. He probably belonged to a fraternity, but that was just a stereotypical guess.

You locked eyes with him for a split second and noticed his brows raise in interest ever so slightly, causing you to hastily shift your gaze elsewhere. You settled on staring at the button that lit up to indicate your destination was the top floor.

You noticed him stand up a little straighter out of the corner of your eye as he faced the closing steel doors. The young man's cologne suddenly filled the enclosed space, triggering your keen senses. To your delight, he smelled of warm amber and subtle lavender. Pleasant yet unexpected.

The student made no move to choose a different floor, and you pretended not to notice. He cleared his throat suddenly, earning a confused look from you.

"Here to study?" The boy smiled at you, and you didn't miss the lilt in his voice, his Australian accent nearly throwing you off.

"Yeah, like everybody else," You replied indifferently.

His smile left as quickly as he gave it; he glanced down at his shoes. Your curt answer seemingly deterred him from continuing the conversation with you.

Shoot. Well, you couldn't help it.

Finals week had you tense and single-minded at the moment. Pleasantries and small talk weren't your forte in the first place.

Honestly, you just hoped that you'd come across an available seat for you to hunker down in and get shit done. However, the ride up the elevator was slower than usual, and you couldn't shake off the bit of guilt in your chest.

The elevator opened to the top level of the library, and the boy allowed you to step out first. The two of you parted ways in search of a cubicle.

It was clear that after you made several rounds circling the floor like a hawk, every seat on the floor was taken.

The highest floor of the library was the most ideal study spot as it was the one with the best thermostat setting, the best wifi, and the quietest environment. It was your go-to spot all semester long, and you were annoyed that the entirety of the student body suddenly piled in during finals week.

Where was everyone else while you spent time between class periods and evenings sifting through the aisles of books and hogging a study room all to yourself? It was hardly fair, but you accepted your defeat.

After a hot minute, you were back where you started, leaning against the wall in the lobby facing the set of elevators. What a nightmarish process– you'd have to try your luck on another floor.

Apparently, someone else had met the same fate as you.

You watched the student who rode the elevator with you shuffle back into the lobby, looking as hopeless as you felt. However, his expression brightened considerably upon noticing you staring at him.

Ah, shit.

You shifted your weight into your other leg as he made a beeline your way.

"No luck staking down a spot either?" He asked from a polite distance with his hands slipped into his pockets.

Despite that, his warm scent enveloped you again, and you inhaled slightly, trying not to be obvious. You suddenly wondered if you smelled weird— did you smell weird?

"No," you tried to inject a little more emotion into your voice, even if you just sounded disappointed, "Everything was taken, unfortunately."

"Wanna try the third floor with me? It's one of the less popular floors, but it usually has a decent amount of tables and cubicles," He asked, catching you off guard.

"Um…"

Would he end up trying to chat with you the entire time if you two did manage to find a spot to study? You supposed you were willing to take your chances to find a place asap.

After all, your photography final was in three hours, and you didn't have any more time to waste since you had put off studying for the elective in favor of your core classes.

Momentarily you regarded the boy who gave you a hopeful look, in the exact way a puppy might when they want to tag along on an errand run.

Such creatures were your ultimate weakness, right next to any offer that involved ‘food’ or ‘free’.

"...Sure," You agreed with a sigh.

"Alright! Let's go." You noted his eyes shone when he smiled.

Hoping you'd find better luck on the third floor, once you exited the elevators, you led the way, weaving between the aisles of books to check for open cubicles near the walls.

The boy you'd just met was in close tow behind you; not close enough to touch, obviously, but a lot closer than you'd expect someone to be when you hardly knew each other.

Maybe he just felt more comfortable around you after you agreed to join forces under the name of studying.

Upon emerging from an aisle of shelves, your eyes zoned in on a single free cubicle and chair in the corner of the room.

A wish come true!

Slowly, you glanced back at Jake to gauge his reaction. His mouth formed a silent "ah" before stopping in his tracks. Other students were in the vicinity, their noses buried in textbooks and laptops, a terrible tension suffocating the air.

"You can take it," you quickly whispered, surprised at your sudden generosity.

He merely smirked back and motioned you ahead with his hand, "Go ahead, you saw it first."

You tried to hide your amusement and insisted he take it, wanting to make up for your lack of friendliness during your first interaction in the elevator. If you two found a spot this quickly, there might be a chance you'd find another just as soon, right?

While you waited for his response, he merely looked around at his surroundings, seemingly contemplative, until his gaze settled back on you.

"Shall we keep looking?" He boldly suggested.

This time your brows raised in surprise, lips parting as a response was slow to form in your mind.

Jake's dark eyes bore into you, rooting you to your spot while all you heard was clicking keyboards and the shuffling of papers. The implication of his suggestion dawned on you.

Did you want to continue to keep each other company?

You really hadn't experienced much social interaction with that many people this semester, except with the friendly Dance major you'd settle in next to during your photography class. Which, by the way, was coming up hot on your schedule.

Now really wasn't the time, and yet...

"Okay," You said, sealing your fate.

Wait, what?

You were unable to believe your own words.

Jake had watched you all the while and chuckled, extremely pleased at your response. This time, he guided you down the walkway, passing behind the rows of busy students back into the shelf aisles.

"What's your name?"

Jake slowed his pace to walk side-by-side with you, causing you to nearly brush arms to squeeze by the narrow walkways. You realized that you two hadn't exchanged the most basic information yet.

"___," You shared.

He was all smiles as he repeated it as enthusiastically as he could in a library setting, "I'm Jake."

It seemed his voice could be a bit deep at times; it was interesting hearing him whisper your name.

"Nice to meet you… Jake." You tried his name out, and he nodded. "What's your major?"

"I'm a Business major, minoring in Marketing."

"Oh wow, you must have a lot to study for," You pondered.

"Yeah, a bit. I graduate in a year, so I have to keep it up for a little while longer."

Jake must be finishing up as a Junior then. You didn't expect that with his build, although it's tough to tell someone's age and class year these days with everyone having different paths in life. You wondered if he was an athlete on top of everything else education-wise.

"I see."

The fact that you were graduating so soon was scary, but you were planning to play it safe for a while and rack up experience at your internship before making any big moves.

"You gotta work hard and play hard, you know?"

Although you imagined you two had different definitions for the latter term, you nodded.

The two of you suddenly came across a set of empty individual cubicles simultaneously, side by side.

"I think those are reserved for us," Jake nudged your arm with his elbow. You glanced up at him and met his friendly eyes once again.

"Lucky us," You proceeded to take the seat to the left of the other one.

Jake slung off his backpack onto the other table and leaned over your partition to speak to you. You eyed him in curiosity from your seat as you shimmied your laptop out of your bag.

Settling his arms on top of the wooden divider of your cubicle, Jake suddenly dropped his half-lidded gaze to your lips, then back up to your wide eyes.

All the while, his grin never disappeared as he watched you freeze in your chair, undeterred.

Did he just—?

"Mind watching my stuff for me for a sec?"

His voice had gotten lower again too. You nodded dumbly.

"Thanks," he smiled at you before walking off to the lobby.

Oh. You knew that look, but you've never really been on the receiving end of one that intense.

It made you feel pinned to the spot like you were being cornered or coerced… into what exactly? Unable to expend energy on what was going on, you decided to stand your ground regardless of what might happen. One couldn't afford to waste any more time in this scenario, so you tried to shrug it off and busy yourself with studying.

Within a minute, your study station was set up, laptop, notebooks, and all. Facts about appropriate aperture and ISO settings in correlation with various weathers filled your mind as you crammed for your photography final, not without great effort. At some point, Jake returned and settled into his cubicle.

He left you alone, for a good while at least.

You were pulled out of your deep thoughts upon noticing Jake's chair pull up by your side.

"How goes it?" He whispered.

"Fine… it's a little tedious of final to study for," You admitted. Who knew one would have to study so much content for a class like photography.

"You seem like a smart girl, so I'm sure you'll ace it. Want me to quiz you?"

"I… sure?"

Jake adjusted his chair to face you and leaned back in it, taking your study packet in hand. Letting his legs spread open comfortably, Jake's fingers innocently played with the stitched seam of his jeans along his inner thigh. At the same time, he rattled off some questions, inevitably attracting your attention to his lower half.

Jake watched you shift in your chair as you tried your damnedest to look elsewhere while answering his questions accurately.

In the meantime, Jake slyly took in the details of your appearance over the edge of your worksheets. He appreciated the way those tight black leggings of yours, paired with that little cropped sweater displayed the curves of your body in a way that had him undressing you in his mind, only guessing at what color panties you wore beneath it all.

He shamelessly dragged his eyes over the swell of your chest, the tips of your nipples peeking through the sweater fabric. He was glad that the library A/C was blasting even on the third floor and that you'd chosen to forgo wearing a bra.

"Hey. Eyes up here, kid," You warned, snapping your fingers.

Jake licked his lips, quickly meeting your scrutinizing gaze. "Sorry."

"For some reason, I don't believe that." You moved to pluck your worksheet out of his grasp, but he kept it out of reach.

"Sorry, I'll do it properly—! "

You lowered your head and shoved him down too.

"Whisper, dummy!"

The way your fingers threaded through Jake's hair, albeit a bit roughly, sent wonderful sparks down his spine. He rubbed his thighs together, breath shuddering.

"Sorry, you're just really—"

Suddenly he was being dragged out of his seat into a nearby aisle of books, further away from the students trying to focus on their studies.

You swung Jake around, his back hitting a tall shelf of books with a thump.

Crossing your arms, you glared up at him. "Jake, stop apologizing and quiz me; I don't have time to waste. Now sit."

Jake slid down the shelf of books until he hit the floor, clutching onto your notes. His wide eyes peered up at you– and you kicked yourself for thinking he looked adorable.

You had your literal finals to study for, and it was his suggestion to help you in the first place.

You slunk down in front of him and crossed your legs, leaning against the opposite shelf.

"Start from the top."

Jake nodded and obediently quizzed you with more focus and enthusiasm under your watch. He was impressed that you nailed every question, yet far from surprised.

You would check your watch every so often, making Jake realize his time spent with you was limited. He had to act fast.

Once you answered the last question, you stretched your hands towards the ceiling, satisfied with your performance.

"Nice job, ___. Guaranteed A+ for sure," He stared at you, nibbling on his bottom lip, clearly wanting to please.

You tilted your head curiously. "So, you can be a good boy."

This guy is kind of like a moody puppy. Kind of like… Stitch?

You held back a snort at the comparison your brain made, but Jake clearly had a similar mischievous side to him if he thought he was being slick while checking you out.

Jake nearly panicked while receiving your praise, trying to refrain from twitching as you ran a hand over his dark fringe to pat his head. The simple gesture felt so nice, somehow even nicer than the blowjob he had just gotten back in the business building earlier that morning.

Unable to fight the flush of heat rising up his cheeks, he brought his knees closer to his chest; his jeans had grown uncomfortably tight. Why was he getting so worked up by just a few light touches from a girl he'd just met?

…

Who was Jake kidding? He'd been struggling to control his urges since he first laid eyes on you in the elevator.

"You should know, it’s not easy to make me like this," Jake couldn't help but reveal.

"Clearly," You chuckled quietly at his sulky expression, assuming he was referring to his compliant attitude.

Jake's face lit up at your laugh, even if it was at his own expense. His leg stretched out across the carpet to bump against yours, and that drew your attention, your amused smile lingering.

He took a deep breath, "I'm just going to throw this out there. My lease is up at the end of this semester, and my dorm sucks. I'm looking at this apartment on the outskirts of campus because fuck my dorm RA and everyone else in it. I want a place downtown where all the nightlife is… and I'm also in the market for a roommate."

Your ears perked up. "Really?"

Jake's brows rose in anticipation of your interest.

"Huh, tell me more—"

"Shhh!" A random student's voice scolded from nearby.

Several heads nearby whipped in your direction, and you ducked your head in apology, not realizing you raised your voice.

Jake giggled and scooted closer to you, lowering his tone of voice to a murmur. He spread his hand flat against the floor near your leg.

"Here's the deal, ___. I'm only expecting my roommate to pay a quarter of rent; I'll be covering the rest."

"Why the hell is that?" You asked, genuinely shocked at the offer.

Jake looped his finger through your shoelace, tugging at it slightly. "…I like to have people over often, so I'm not the quietest roommate, but I'll stay out of your way."

You weren't exactly sure what that meant, but you skipped pressing the matter, still aghast at what his proposition could mean for you. "That's an insane offer, dude. No bullshit?"

"Nope. Do you wanna go down there and look at the place with me Friday evening?"

You nodded, but as he took out his phone to exchange numbers, you grabbed his wrist, startling him. Jake swallowed thickly at your proximity, anticipating your following words.

"You're not trying to lure me out to a weird place to murder me, are you, Jake?"

Jake's throat nearly seized before answering.

Christ, she's a cautious one, isn't she?

"Nah, of course not," He joked, "I'm not diabolical enough to execute a big, sticky ordeal like that. Besides, you don't seem like the sort of person I'd want to cross—"

— Too much, at least.

Secretly, deep down, Jake quite liked how assertive you could get when he acted out. Interacting with you was, by his definition, fun.

You smirked, "Very good answer."

Every inch of his skin that your hand covered was set alight. The moment you pulled back, Jake wished you hadn't let go but instead chose to run your fingers up his arm and through his hair again, praising him for saying the right answer, for being such a good boy.

He knew you two had just met and that he was insane for thinking this— but why could he imagine countless scenarios involving all the restaurants the two of you could share a meal at, all the late-night movies to catch with you, amongst the limitless ways to make you moan his name in pleasure?

Such weird thoughts to have… except for the latter.

As you stood up, Jake flexed his tingling hand.

You snatched your worksheet back but offered your free hand to him, "I guess I owe you one."

Maybe you did, but Jake wanted nothing more than to pull you back down on him and take your stress away, however you'd like him to.

Even if it involved you pushing him up against any sort of solid surface again, especially if it meant letting him play with your lovely tits in his mouth while you got yourself off by grinding down on his aching bulge.

He didn't mind that you were a high-strung individual– couldn't even blame you, what with all the stressful energy permeating the entire campus– that just made the thought of breaking you down all the sweeter.

Fuck.

He mentally soothed himself, feeling dizzy.

Calm down, Jaeyun, calm down, calm down…

He was in dire need of developing self-control; it could complicate things.

"If it ends up working out for your situation, then let's be roommates," Jake replied instead, slipping his hand into yours as you hauled him to his feet with a strength he wouldn't have guessed you had.

Stars tinged the edge of his vision while he focused on your bare facial features.

Beautiful.

"And if not?" You asked.

"I just might request that you reserve us a private study room—"

You lightly shoved at his chest, rolling your eyes while he grinned at you.

"You wish, Jake."

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malklavian · 3 months

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thinking about my bg3 playthrough (ass-cended ass-tarion and durge thoughts-dump, some spoilers)

ascended ass-tarion got me feeling things, such a perfect match with my durge. que me just sighing dreamily of this evil as FUCK, UNHINGED duo.

so I RPed my Durge to be at first scared shitless of his mysterious urges, acting nice and heroic and doing good deeds as kind of like a way to surpress those feelings and act normal, focus on his empathy and use it to help people, tho secretly enjoying the bloodbath of his own creation, and the two of them in the beginning had these tense interactions and i'm pretty sure they could each sense in one another that they were fake as fuck, hiding behind these pretty, elaborate masks and lying through their teeth, and still kind of dancing around one another in this intriguing game of guessing, push and pull, seduction

and then as time goes on they both gradually let down their guards and both basically find out they're quite similar, and as durge learns of his bhaal stuff and astarion ascends they both ease into being unapologetically power-hungry and unhinged and obviously have huge control and dominance and obsession issues, and they bring out the best and the absolute worst in each other and throughout all their flaws and shortcomings... they accept one another as they are even when all others leave their side, and i think that's beautiful... as far as dark fictional romances go. ofc they're both completely off the rails in actuality, toxic as all FUCK beyond one's wildest imagination, like when they get into fights over the stupidest shit and it lasts for fucking decades or whatever and then they get back together again only to backstab each other again soon enough. they probably break up at least a dozen a times a century but they always come crawling right back to one another. tho the s3x they have down the line must be absolutely fucking insane, my god...

and also idc about canon, I just know that my durge ascended astarion and took the gift but did not become his slave or anything

i just imagine the scene going on where astarion is more or less convinced durge is gonna kneel and take it, then just durge grabs him by the jaw and is like 'know your place baby vampire you forget yourself, i made you and i could still end you in an instant' and then they almost kill each other but they don't, and eventually durge caves (durge loves to be slapped around hard every once in a while, come on) and then later on durge controls the brain but gives his allies and those worthy free will, and astarion realises again that he once again is subservient to someone and that kind of stings heh but oh well- it's never impossible to make changes to the arrangements again, if one plays their cards right...

actually i think my durge would give nearly everyone free will just for entertainment (kind of like playing sims and turning on free will and watching them piss themselves and die in their own kitchen fires) up until people start getting a bit too disobedient for his liking

and then of course he'd get too cocky and too in love with his own existence and power and murder, and some brave adventurers eventually take him down and he goes down gloriously. and then it's astarion to the rescue, because as much as they bring out the worst in one another, they're absolutely fucking obsessed with each other. they very much have serious issues but they have all of eternity to work through that, or get even WORSE

now that would be an interesting idea if i ever decide to develop a mini dnd campaign. the evil twink demi god villain and his vampire lord bf the power couple who rule an entire realm. kind of like the whole thing with strahd

or maybe it's canon for my durge that he gets so cocky that he defies daddy murder god at some point, either by destroying the brain or something else, and then is stuck in that bad bhaal ending and hunts and begs his friends to kill him. that's such a disturbing ending, i love it. idk if astarion would want to keep him in that state, too much trouble, he'd either give the mercy kill he yearns for or obsessively search for the cure and tear the whole world asunder in the process, depending on when and how that exactly happens

such a fucking DISASTER, i love it. people usually say that ass-cended ass-tarion is bad for him but idk, i dig the narrative. and at first i felt bad about my character 'suddenly' turning evil because it seemed ooc due to how 'good-aligned' he was up to the bhaal reveal but i explain it to myself that he even had ME fooled with this act of being a reedemable good guy he had going on. all around a very interesting playthrough, gg

#lu screams #bg3

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all-my-ocs-are-evil · 3 months

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Howdy hey, call me Skipp!

I'm relatively new to tumblr despite having an account for years. I was always a little scared of this platform, but now that I know more about how it works I've come to adore it!

I figured I should just clarify what my blog is like. This blog is far from currated! It is simply the dumping ground of my mind. This ranges from ocs, to fandoms, to random inner monologues put to text. The only truly cohesive thing about this blog would be the art. I love to do the art things and will post and repost it constantly! So the best way to navigate my blog for anything specific would be through the tags :)

With all that said, you weary travellers who are interested in my wears (fandoms), below the cut you will find a list of things that intrigue me.

Tales of Arcadia

my obsession with this series will come and go in intense waves but will never truly fade.

Percy Jackson/Rick Riordanverse

show reignited my adoration to intensities they definitely weren't before XD

Mystery Kids

I love this and all of the different possible iterations with other media as well. So much angst and fluff material too!

Secret Trio

I constantly remember and forget how much I love this au. Same as with Mystery Kids, I'm a sucker for all the different interpretations and inclusions of other media in this au.

Indie Horror Games (Sally Face, Slay the Princess, Fran Bow, etc)

This isn't, like, exclusive to horror exactly, but games of a similar vibe and nature to those are what I find myself liking the most!

Undertale/Deltarune

been a fan since it first came out and I don't think I'll ever really stop

TMNT

got into the fandom through Rise and, ever since, I have been making my way through the other shows slowly, one by one. Currently on 2003, which I've heard is collectively believed to be the best, and am very excited.

Also looking for any good Rise!Raph angst fics, so if you've got any suggestions lmk!

Flying Bark Productions (ROTTMNT, LMK, MOON GIRL)

I am an animation nerd and my current nerd obsession is everything this studio has made in the last, like, ten years! Everything they make is just so...ashsreuvbevui!

Detentionaire

I don't care if everyone else has moved on, because I haven't!

Unus Annus

Momento Mori. I'm always down to reminisce and grieve with those who were there. This channel had such a profound impact on me so I'm not sure I'll ever be able to truly forget it, but that's fine with me.

Grojband

I'm totally normal about this show that no one around me seems to even recall and have totally not made a hella angsty au about it to cope.

Fashion

Like a crow, I like pretty things. Fashion is one of those pretty things. I repost a lot of couture.

Sims

I repost a lot of cc on here not just for me, but for anyone who might find interest in it as well (it's definitely just for me).

PowerPuff Girls

While I oddly enough don't remember much of the show, I have always been pretty deep into the fandom. Been reading fics and fancomics since, like, the early 2010s and just never really left lol

Miraculous Ladybug

I can't escape this show! I love the fandom, it's great. Love all of the artists and aus and fanart, but I've fallen out of love with the show itself. I will watch every single episode, I just won't talk about it because that's not where my interest lies.

These are definitely not all of the fandoms I am or will be a part of but these are probably gonna be the ones you see the most of!

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*dated september 2023*

i am here to post more things individual to me! this time, it's my top 25 video games. i am honestly not remotely content with this list and will update it around september of this year, and make it a tradition going forward. i never realized how hard it actually is to put this out on a chart/list. i always knew what i held dearly to my heart, but god when it came down to it, i had to REALLY think. imagining how this list will look by the end of this year is currently challenging. this chart is in no order besides grouping series. certain games will ALWAYS be on this list, most definitely the red dead series, and grand theft auto series. those are masterpieces, or damn near. red dead redemption ii is 100% the best game i've ever touched. the first redemption game i still highly regard to be one to stand the test of time. i have a fondness for fallout, there are many things to love, and things to not love, and that's all i'll say there for now. grand theft auto iv has one of the best stories i've played, and it's so played out but the VIBE of that game, the darkness, grittiness, it's great. san andreas is one of my childhood games, i owned so many copies because i was a stupid child. moving onto guitar hero, i still remember my first experience with it at my sister's, i remember getting my first copy of the game from fred's of all places. i mainly play clone hero nowadays, and am mostly average. i play expert, still have never got past that ttfaf intro. i got into wwe pretty early on in my life like most of these games, being able to watch the show weekly and hop in the games after school was special. cozy survival crafting is definitely one of my favorite things ever, and it's funny to call terraria cozy but it is to me LOL. i will never EVER understand terraria hate, how can you hate something so good? i have fallen out of love with minecraft over the years to the (in my opinion) underwhelming updates and odd direction the game has taken. with that however, the new auto-crafter and trial chambers look so sick. i want to say i got into stardew valley in 2018 and have loved it ever since, still haven't gotten through the beginning of ginger island though, maybe someday. ever since extremely late 2017 or early 2018, my main game has been fortnite: battle royale. at one point, i wanted to go pro and make a living streaming, but sadly i am NOT built for that. i've always loved zombies, first experience was probably like season 2-3 twd, and been hooked ever since. project zomboid was such an insane experience in february of last year. such an eye-opener. easily the best zombie game ever made. 7 days to die is also a great game, the impending doom you feel every week is fun and refreshing from what i normally play while still have that survival crafting i love. i grew up on tony hawk games and wasn't sure which ones to put but these were the standouts, and i didn't want to load the list up with a ton from one series. i remember spending all my savings as a kid on saints row: the third and i still wonder if that was a good decision or not. i have played tons of call of duty in my day, although i stopped at ghosts, and have dabbled in and out ever since. black ops is easily my favorite, the campaign, and multiplayer, agh. zombies even. modern warfare 2 is a classic and one i cannot ignore. ghost looks cool. i have played HELLA sims 3 in my lifetime, yes i have played the sims 4 and i can confidently say the sims 3 clears with ease. i dumped crazy hours into the console ports and the pc as well. around this final stretch of the list is where i really struggled so i went for nostalgia with atv off-road fury 2. that series and mx vs atv were definitely a blast to 10 and below me, and might even be today. i'm not quite sure. if anyone actually finishes this, i am sorry, for i am the rambler.

#gaming #ps2 #xbox 360 #xbox one #pc games #top25

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plumbogs · 4 months

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since i have captured each of them in a picture... i shall finally dump my Head Canons (of this particular playthrough because every individual sims game is an AU to me)

beau broke: - literally so nice and kind. look at him he's precious he's a pumpkin roll - has never skipped class and will never skip class - tries his best all the time despite the odds. calls his brother every day after dinner :) - will cry if you make a mean or self-deprecating joke around him :( - brings gifts to school for people on their birthdays :)

lucy burb - pretentious to the most insufferable degree. hates wattpad y/n fanfiction with her entire heart and soul - skips class to stand around in the girls' restroom every day - kinda wants to be a soft grunge aesthetic blogger girl but is too much of a fandom enjoyer to pull it off - picks fights on forums and will hit you with a "*you're" as an own - dating hal capp because he asked her first

ariel capp - also very sweet and nice - doesn't skip class ever but could probably be talked into it - has a mutual crush on melody tinker but they're both shy about it - not very capp-like at all. that doesn't really matter because there's enough of them that she doesn't have to be. - Middle Child Of All Time

desdemona capp - still wants to be like miranda so bad (horrible idea really) - obsessively reads y/n wattpad fanfiction and nothing else - thinks she WILL go to a concert with that look and win the lead singer - dating a townie that she kinda doesn't like but she wants the cred of being in a relationship - she's actually really into science and nerdy stuff but do NOT tell anyone that. she wants to skip class to stand in the restroom but is busy actually working (she claims that she's just afraid of Goneril finding out). she stays up late to sneak out and use the telescope most nights

hal capp - the most capp capp to ever exist. this is goneril's whole son. albany did not come through at ALL - understands the stock market and WILL not shut up about that even though nobody cares - Teen Libertarian (tm) - will get so mad at you if you imply he's a nepo baby (he is) - dating lucy burb because he likes how "spirited" she is (somebody please free her)

alexander goth - spends 20 minutes every morning doing his eyeliner just to spend another 20 minutes doing his hair so it covers an eye constantly - also skips class by standing around in the women's restroom - the mean queen of all time but nobody really calls him out on it because he's just a sassy gay and "doesn't mean it" (he does) - calls literally everyone his best friend and says they all mean so much to him and he'd never talk about them behind their backs (a lie) - is trying to find literally anyone else to convince lucy to date because hal WILL not leave him alone about using his share of the family fortune to enter some kind of business partnership in the future

beatrice monty - aspiring artist and asexual icon - also kinda pretentious but she earns that right - actually calls alex out but they're still fine with each other for the most part. she's like the only other student aside from Beau that he's always respectful towards (after she kicked his ass that one time) - bathroom selfie expert. part of the skipping class gang. she can work a cheap digital camera like a pro. works a little too hard but wants her art to be in galleries and knows that's not happening without a lot of work

benedick monty - coolest guy at this school honestly. he's just an all-around dude. multiple girls have chemistry with him but he's a family sim so there's almost no chance unless someone puts work into it - sporty but not aggressive about it - dating bottom and has been forever - knows how to cook. the restaurant is in safe hands in the future

bottom summerdream - orphan x2 but unbothered by that - Gender - jack of all trades and generally gets along with everyone else - big fan of going out in nature - literally a fairy creature but whatever - throws the craziest parties... she's not even that wild on her own she just knows how to set it up for success (puck taught her well)

melody tinker - new girl in school. became friends with alex first and made more friends after he kept inviting her to hangouts - actually succeeds at running an aesthetic blog - mutual crushing on ariel capp - stays up late to look at space (desdemona has the weirdest like/hate deal with her about that... she IS sorta jealous of ariel but WHATEVER) - absolutely not taking over that toy business sorry tinker parents

#sims 2 gameplay #plumbog headcanon #wow a crossover tag episode... love that #i like coming up with lore about my own gameplay like a deranged lunatic #this version of alex is so wildly different from my usual alex and i own up to that.#the lower generation of a subhood always integrates in pretty fast and i'm glad melody's been mixed in by now

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hey! Would you ever make a ts4 sim dump? :)

Probably not, no.

My sims are buggy af, bc I use a lotta deprecated sliders, and I’m also pretty damn sure the majority of them are conflicting with one another, but I’m too scared if I get rid of some of them, my sims won’t look right so I just try my best to cope with the glitches. 😭😭😭

#reasons why i prefer TS3’s slider system #also i just think my sims 3 sims look a lot more polished #my sims 4 sim style changes like every week it’s a mess tbh #asks #anon

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dirtywratsimz · 2 years

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Previous Post....

It has been way too long since I've hung out with my girl, Tiff, so we went out for a bit...

Because of her programming prowess, Tiff has quite a bit of money saved up, around 21k. And frankly, I'm tired of living in this dump. Tiff has never complained, so I'm complaining for the both of us.

Also, if you're wondering why Captain was angry in the first shot, it's because he keeps rolling around in puddles and garbage strewn around the house and Tiff has to clean it up and yells at him afterwards. Neither of them are having the best days of their lives, tbh.

Fed him a treat just so he doesn't think that Tiff hates him.

Anyways, here's what I did. I literally only redecorated the living room since that's the only room we ever really use. I get really impatient trying to build in these types of games, so I tried to do it as quickly as possible. I like it though; it looks really cozy.

It's a start. I laughed at myself because while I was decorating, I was thinking that we should probably think about moving sometime soon, but idk I like living here, and I know Tiff doesn't give a shit what her house is like. She spends most of her time on the computer.

"Buddy, I love you and all, but you can't be rolling around in shit and jumping all over the new setup..."

He doesn't gaf.

We stan Captain on this blog.

Like I mentioned before, I hate building in games like the Sims. Always have, even back when I was playing 2 in like the 2nd grade. But in 4 specifically, I despise empty lots since the worlds feel so lifeless to begin with. Forgotten Hollow has that one empty lot, so I wanted to fill it with a cool vampire bar. I found this really nice one on the gallery, and it fits right in with the rest of the architecture.

...it had to be Bear Night, though. Tiff was getting really tense and annoyed by this lady, lol. She just cannot have a good time, ever.

Seriously: bring back the good ol' days of smoking in public bars. Also...

"What the FUCK are you doing?!" says the bear.

Tiff got fucking hammered off those Plasma Janes, so it was time to scat. We live right next door which is pretty tight.

That's it for this post. I only had a couple hours of freetime before I had to start getting ready for work, so couldn't do a whole lot. Honestly, I really want to start doing a story with Tiff and Markovic and make some new characters, as well, but that means I'd have to write it and I ain't got time for that rn. Someday soon, though.

I'm also going through the process of editing the hoods, making-over townies, etc so that the populace looks a little more in line with the VTM theme I'm going for here. That shit's gonna take a minute, but how do you eat an elephant, ya kno?

#mine #tiff #legacy 1 #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #s4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 story #ts4 vampires #vampire #vampires #vtm #nosferatu #simblr #occult #sims 4 screenshots #simstober

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its gus! and ty!! 🤧❤❤

( @madowpearl )AWWW that is a much better ship name than their og one dfkjfdjf

HUNGRYKFK WHAT DOES THAT SEND PLZ also omg we got one tally for autumn supporters 😌

answered here :)

SKJFKKFJG no one can tell who’s for which girl if we just make their ship names the exact same 😌😌

i go into the default.ini file (like where u put reshade presets) and turn the color to zero for each plumbob state. if u want it on sometimes u can use the headlineeffects off/on cheat

the only mod i had that also had a crush system is first impressions and since it adds more than that ill prob keep it (plus i like their system better than ea’s lmao)

like this! or at least thats how i pronounce it sdjkdfk i think hel-LEN-uh is probably the right way tho but i never do it that way dkjfkf

TYYY the secret is to dip ur toes in everything and ur bound to be at least decent in a few dkfjfkd

( @madowpearl )OOOO yeah i use those sometimes too but sometimes they confuse me too bad to actually implement them in the sims dkjfk i usually start going off imagination eventually lmao

( @vioio )CRUNCHY MUFFINS thats it, thats the best compliment ive ever recieved thank you kjdfkdf 😭😭❤❤

(link) OOO THE WAY I ACTUALLY DIDNT KNOW THIS. usually those “did u know” tt are basic stuff but this i need to keep in mind 👀 dante doesnt have the patience to knit tho unfortunately DKJFDKF

skjdkjdf sorry to be the bearer of bad news but they are strictly platonic buddies 😌 in lena’s words “ew. but i love him ❤”

she does age up soon! but its right before the twins graduates so they dont see each other at school 😭 her and elio will probably go at the same time tho when they age up!

( @artegesko ) TYY 😭❤ honestly i find the ts4 boring mundane aspects ridiculously fun so thats probably why i tolerate it dflkflgf

( @yassifiedsims ) since i use gshade i have to use the printscreen button, and just capture it like that

honestly i just roll with the punches 😭😭 the only time i’d veto power over it is if a sim died unexpected ig skjfdk (or maybe not if it added drama LMAO)

NO UR SO RIGHT, the chaos gene mustve skipped a generation bc they both act like their grandpa in diff ways dkjfdk

neither of them would read his diary or anything but i think if they came across it and saw what he was writing they’d just try to subtly get him to open up about it bc they are Worried KJDKFJK

i havent touched it but im not sure if ea messing with lifespans affected my mcc ones or not

we got another autumn supporter yall are climbing in ranks DSKJFDKF i love her sm but at the same time she lowkey deserves better, if i was her friend id say girl plz dump him 😭😭 and ty!!!

RIGHT LIKE SHE’S SO GORGEOUS a disney princess if disney princesses vaped ❤

here!

DJKFKGJKFG the among us server is making amongusonas 😌 like dnd but in space and homoerotic in nature

i got box braids!

ur not a bother at all, glad u got it sorted out!

#asks #anon #madowpearl #vioio #artegesko #im Dumb and just recently realized when i answer them in mass like this non-anons dont get the notif and might think i never responded 😭😭#so ill just @ them hehe

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teamrocketmemes · 2 years

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KYO PLAYS THE SIMS 4

These are all taken from Nijisanji’s Kyo Kaneko’s Sims 4 stream where he created himself and the rest of ILUNA on the game and shenanigans insue. Alter where necessary.

“I don’t know if yall know but, listen, I’m tired as shit.”

“Why didn’t I just sleep for 2 hours??”

“My wallet is looking a little bit hurt right now.”

“I'll buy the magic one, then the other one, then the other one…”

“I used to be obsessed with this game.”

“This dude is a gigachad, this is no one in [group].”

“I’m trying to find like a good base… Person.”

“I hate all of these default faces.”

“The hair is gonna make or break simoleon me, okay?”

“We’re going to a fucking Hawaiian wedding. Let’s gooo!!!”

“This is not a real option.”

“Man, making people in the Sims is hard.”

“Maybe it’s the eyes…”

“I swear on everything this was easier.”

“It looks like a 40 year old cosplaying as a teen.”

“Maybe this is what we needed the whole time. This.”

“Well now I just look depressed.”

“I don’t care enough to make this shit look like– perfect.”

“It’s always the correct colors but in reverse.”

“I might just go with this and call it a day.”

“look, he’s trying his best, okay?”

“I’m trying to make myself look cute but it’s hard.”

“It would limit out gameplay experience for the sake of accuracy.”

“THEY GOT FURRIES IN THIS GAME???”

“Fuck accurately portraying me. What about who I am??”

“At this point, I’m so indecisive I don’t even know what I like.”

“There’s not a mood outfit. I’m depressed.”

“Don’t ho-ho me again, bitch.”

“I feel like, realistically, this is the closest in style to what I need.”

“The game cannot handle the lack of booba.”

“[name], they have your outfit in here. That’s crazy.”

“Where’s my plad pants at?”

“Every time I catch a W, I catch and L at the same time.”

“Like I said, speedrun.”

“If you sleep with a shirt on, that’s an L on your part.”

“Now that I got the basics, I’m speedrunning.”

“I feel like I’m kind of a goofball, you know?”

“Whoever wrote this is stereotyping like crazy.”

“I [blank] twice today, okay?? I deserve pizza.”

“I literally paid $20 for this pack so you could be an Enchantress.”

“No parasocial, baby.”

“First order of business: everyone gets pizza every day.”

“Every day is National Give [name] Love Day.”

“I have a thesis paper due in the morning.”

“He probably fell on the fucking toilet or something.”

“He’s fighting for the pizza right now.”

“You had me at garlic.”

“Gimme the tiddies I deserve, which is the biggest ones.”

“I’ll be lurking.”

“Making female Sims is just better.”

“We’re about to make you fine as fuck, bro.”

“You’re welcome. That’s all I’m gonna say.”

“You’re not paying me shit but if you do, you owe me money.”

“[name] feels like she sleeps with oversizes shirts.”

“You were hard doubting but look at me now.”

“The red has more personality.”

“I’m a fucking master Simologist.”

“I wasn’t taking a dump. I was getting food.”

“I’m so good at making female Sims, it hurts.”

“The hair is where we’re really gonna struggle a bit.”

“Hmmm… Thinking emoji.”

“If they have an eyepatch, I’m gonna lost my shit.”

“Please, por favor??”

“Pigtails are just cute, you know?”

“Yeah no, this is not gonna work.”

“Maximum poofy. Poorf 100.”

“She has these thick ass boots.”

“Bro, do these not show up??”

“Jewellry is like, not my thing.”

“I just feel like that’s the most [name] shit ever.”

“I say we get rid of the socks.”

“This looks like her. It’s very doll-like.”

“Oh wait, I need to do the personality stuff.”

“You’re not gonna give me a vocal sample??”

“I just feel like [name] doesn’t have lips.”

“Oh my god, I made Kendall Jenner.”

“C’mon chat, we’re better than this.”

“I wanna pick this just to piss her off.”

“Hmmm. Massive bow. Let me think.”

“You like the Elsa dress?? Is that what you’re trying to tell me??”

“The top is so hard to get.”

“She working at the local burger joint.”

“What if I just did this??”

“I don’t wanna give her grandma glasses. I think that’s disrespectful.”

“I’ll make you look as wack as I want. No fucks given.”

“I’m like generous as fuck today.”

“What the fuck is her aspiration—??”

“Honestly? Public enemy.”

“Out of pure spite, for the amount of shit he be talking, I’ll make him look like a fucking cat.”

“This moustache? Not cutting it.”

“You built like a camel, my man.”

“I think we have the same pants, like deadass.”

“What do you mean spread them out??”

“He does have rings, though…”

“You can get your horniness elsewhere.”

“I’m just trying to make the Sims accurate.”

“Sorry your dad looks like that.”

“That’s kinda swagalicious.”

“These are just so far off from what I need. It’s crazy.”

“This face is a little too gigachad.”

“We need to enhance the eye with makeup.”

“Holy shit, there’s some wild makeup in this.”

“Bro, he kinda look like Seraphine from League of Legends.”

“I might just make it without his coat, then.”

“He has plad pants, like the rest of us.”

“This is what [name]’s gonna wear doing sports.”

“I have some semblance of like, care for others.”

“Yeah [name]’s jealous. A little bit yandere, you know?”

“Hornless behavior.”

“Is it coping to say I’m more like a jokester?”

“When I roast people, it’s like for fun.”

“[name] in the front, she knows she’s the main character.”

“Ooooh we look swag in this one.”

“Did I buy pets on accident??”

“Can I go back so I can add a pet??”

“Is this the mystique-y world??”

“So magic realm or uni…”

“That’s part of the fun, why would you glitch money in??”

“Guys, we have no house.”

“The dumbasses stick together.”

“Oh shit, it’s mostly in the ocean.”

“We’re on a mermaid arc. Let’s get it.”

“We homeless. We fucking homeless.”

“Wait, how much money do we have?? Are we broke??”

“We might be a little poor for a while.”

“I don’t know, he’s like licking his toes or something.”

“Listen, it just needs to be liveable for now.”

“I don’t need much. I just need a shower that works.”

“Oh yeah, we need doors.”

“It’s not about the layout, it’s about family.”

“We need some kitchen materials.”

“Dying does not seem fun at the moment.”

“That is an interesting ass window.”

“That but less ugly.”

“That one’s cheap. Perfect.”

“I will put lights in a little bit.”

“Holy shit, that’s bright as fuck.”

“Bro, that’s so low to the ground.”

“You can woo-hoo in a bush???”

“Do we need a roof?”

“We got no money and I bought the bare necessities.”

“[name] has no skills.”

“I’m tired of these needy ass sims.”

“W [name], L everyone else.”

“Why is this just half in Spanish??”

“How am I playful for taking a fucking nap??”

“She’s just floating in the water like a crazy person.”

“Come socialize bro.”

“Why did you take a shit and fuck this place up??”

“[name] gets along with everyone, I’m telling you.”

“Bro, everyone hated it.”

”You still fixing the fucking toilet??”

“He still can’t fix the fucking toilet. I’m crying.”

“I think she just broke that shit.”

“Bro, repair the fucking toilet.”

“I’m crying. Everyone needs to pee.”

“Bro, why is this lady still here?”

“Right next to [name]’s sleeping body. That’s crazy.”

“I forgot I hate cooking.”

“I’m doing all the work in this house. Everyone else is fucking asleep.”

“Okay, we need to get employed and fast.”

“Us First Years, you know, we gotta put in all the work around here.”

“She does her science stuff.”

“You’re gonna join the entertainment industry as well.”

“Oh yeah [name]’s gonna be a criminal.”

“Can you make money doing that in this game??”

“Why is he sleeping in my bed??”

“Can you make money of singing??”

“Maybe singing isn’t for you right now…”

“I don’t care if you’re embarrassed, you need to sing.”

#★ mod james.#rp meme #sentence starters #video game memes #vtuber memes #game memes #★ our memes.

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crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer · 5 months

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It has been 84 years since I last played The Sims Medieval, but I recently dug up the screenshots I took to document the Sims I created for my first kingdom (which I unfortunately do not remember the name of) and since I keep rambling about them in my OC tags I figured it was about time I shared them.

When I play The Sims, I randomize the default models until I land on a nice base to work with. Then, I play dress up. So, if there's some same face syndrome going on here, it's because I do not have an eye or the patience for more in-depth customization and I'm too scared to try messing with it now. XD

Also, their names are wild because I hit randomize until I saw something that sounded neat and/or amused me greatly. More than a few of them are inside jokes, not all of which will be explained because they probably only make sense to me~ <3

Ericka Aragon - Bard

I admittedly don't remember very much about Ericka other than that she is the fun-loving and chaotic trickster-like bard (who can and will flirt her way through any sticky situation) I think about every time I reblog a post about bards.

Bruce Watson - Monarch

King Brucey in the flesh! I remember being in my Batman era, tickled by a character named Bruce having the Whale Rage trait wherein on occasion he would feel compelled to yell at the ocean or dump his tragic "a whale ate my parents" backstory onto any unsuspecting person nearby.

The highlight of his character journey was when, already under pressure to find a spouse, he got word that there were bandits in the forest, so he very reasonably decided to find and challenge the bandit leader on his own. Except, oh no, she's hot! And she can kick his ass! Logically, someone who is smart enough to become the leader of an organized operation like this and strong enough to hold her own in a fight would be quite an asset to the kingdom. So, naturally he seduces the bandit and marries her.

Good ole Brucey was such a beloved monarch that his people got mad at him for insisting that they use their funds for basic needs instead of letting them build a giant statue in his honor for the town square.

Sindonia Quarles - Wizard

Sindonia teamed up with Ericka once to put on a magic show for the kingdom and somehow, in the process of searching for an assistant, she wound up meeting and hiring the villager she would eventually call her wife. It may or may not have been due to Ericka's influence that the routine was more flirtatious than Sindonia had intended. Let it never be said that Ericka isn't an excellent wingman.

Cyrus MacCloud - Peteran Priest

All I know is that, when confronted with the choice between the fire and brimstone Jacoban and the much more chill Peteran, I preferred to not be worshiped and feared as an angry god. And so Cyrus was born.

Scarlet Vest - Merchant

Scarlet Vest... who wears a scarlet vest... I thought it was funny at the time. Pretty sure she has pointy ears because I was playing around with the idea of her not being human. Perhaps she is some kind of fey, in which case beware her sharp tongue or you may come away from her stall with more than you bargained for.

Dwayne Crow - Knight

Dwayne is a good boy with a big heart of gold. He's gonna be the very best like no one ever was. Boy is he really giving off some serious Peter Pan vibes here though. XD

Katy Everhart - Spy

The Executioner and the Beast in the pit are her friends. Katy has also spent a fair amount of time training with Bruce and Dwayne. Dwayne is probably 80% of her impulse control.

Branwen Browning - Physician

Branwen and her pet leeches are a menace to the population in the best way possible. For science!

Wolfric Cutler - Blacksmith

Probably his most notable escapade was picking up a feral warrior chinchilla from the forest, asking Cyrus to impart upon it the knowledge of a peaceful god, and then releasing it back into the wild so it could preach the good word to its chinchilla friends. Look, when a priest approaches you and says "we need to arm the chinchillas" as part of the plan, you don't ask questions. You say "yes sir" and start forging the enchanted chinchilla-sized armor.

#The Sims #The Sims Medieval #random thought #Just My OCs #Ericka #hm I don't know if I want to make individual character tags for the others yet so I'm just keeping Ericka's tag for now #she gets to hold all of her friends <3 #the more I think about it the more I'm fairly certain I picked this game up from a Best Buy in 2012/13 so it truly has been a while #these screenshots are from 2016... that was the last time I opened the game on my old computer and it was only to get these #I think I planned to draw them? but clearly that hasn't happened yet XD

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kellyroycekey · 10 months

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GearCity: January 89, new electric motor batteries, S150 million pension investment, & market share.

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pension account i was under the impression that the pension account was like a savings account... you put money in and it stays until it gets payed out through pensions. is it tied to the stock market somehow?

before the great crash i dumped all my stocks and had about $3B in cash i didnt know what to do with besides sit on, so i put a third into the pension account. in 4 months it dropped to 25m.

i thought i was crazy so i reloaded again and put less into the pension account. it again dropped from 200m to 25m. i have kept playing the game, but i am scared to put money into the pension account.

my total liabilities have gone from 25m (about what it dropped to) to 50m in that time, lots of near strikes at the beginning of the depression.

afaik there wasnt any notice or anything in the reports that told me where the money went

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Phantasmagoria has GearCity Aug 21, 2021 @ 2:22am Ford Achievement Is the Henry Ford achievement even possible? I can survive on hard mode, but 15M sales by 1930 seems ludicrous. Does anyone have this achievement, and how did you get it?

You might think it ludicrous, but that's what Ford did. By 1920 Ford had 55% market-share, world wide.

Numbers wise, pure AI sim, no player, sales figures average about 1 Million per year. A keen player can probably generate more sales on top of that. You'll need to average roughly around 40% market share over the period. So while it is feasible to do it, yes, it'll be pretty difficult to do. As it is meant to be. It's the halo achievement of the game.

How would I go about it? Buyout and consolidations, and really really really cheap, sell-able vehicles.

(Some feature bounty tickets might make the achievement a little more attainable, specifically the ones that merge the trimming system into the base models, so you don't have to manage many different trims. And the ones that make unlimited factory sizes.)

Shady Ed has GearCity Aug 21, 2021 @ 3:27am Originally posted by Phantasmagoria: Is the Henry Ford achievement even possible? I can survive on hard mode, but 15M sales by 1930 seems ludicrous. Does anyone have this achievement, and how did you get it?

It's more than achievable. I sold 16.4 million just from 1920 to 1929 on nightmare difficulty.

The key is non stop expansion. I was constantly building 5 or 6 factories and when ever one completed I'd start a new one. I got the achievement months ago but from memory I was somewhere from 1 to 2 million in yearly missed sales for most of the 20s too.

Pioneer320 has GearCity Apr 24 @ 12:20am For the record, I just got this achievement in July 1924. I was so afraid of missing the deadline, I was subsidising my cars using a late IPO and an even later sale of stock to keep going, selling around 2.4 million cars a year by 1923 at a heavy loss. It's probably possible to do it profitably, too.

Oleg Jughashvili has GearCity May 6 @ 6:39pm i think the best i ever managed was about 10,000 vehicle a year total, even in the 1970s #4

Traksimuss has GearCity Jun 10 @ 3:25am Oleg, then you are doing car design wrong or pricing wrong. You can sell 10,000 cars yearly by 1910 easily, sometimes even earlier.

Sheppis has GearCity Jun 10 @ 5:54pm Originally posted by Traksimuss: Oleg, then you are doing car design wrong or pricing wrong. You can sell 10,000 cars yearly by 1910 easily, sometimes even earlier.

Actually to be on route to make the Ford achievement you ought to be at around 100,000 by 1910 or else you will have a big (maybe to big) montain to climb in the 20's.

To make the Ford achievement you will need to average 500,000 yearly, for every year you cannot do so you are accumulating sales you have to catch up later. The roaring twentys will allow you to make up quite a bit, but there are limits to just how much you can make up.

When I did Ford I passed 100k before 1910, was at 500k when the war broke out. Hovered between 350-450k troughout the war. And made the achievement in 1924, so I had a few years to spare. You can do it at a slower pace, but after 1910 you really should be pushing 100k+ yearly.

00:00 Driving up and entering Emerson Motor Company Detroit, Michigan 00:17 Market Share 01:15 Sales 01:53 Awards 02:12 Pension 03:17 Construction 03:57 Design 07:14 Exiting and driving away from Emerson Motor Company Detroit, Michigan

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buglaur · 2 years

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check-in tag

thank you @gracy-simsie and @zosa95 for tagging me 💖

why did you choose your url?

everyone calls me laur and i like bugs 😭

how long have you been on tumblr?

i created this blog in early 2021 so i could lurk but only started properly posting in december of last year.

do you have a queue tag?

the only thing that i queue are the macmahon posts, so you could say that it’s macmahonlegacy

why did you start your blog in the first place?

well, i was really into learning how to make renders and i wanted somewhere to share them. they were really terrible when i first started posting them but i think i’ve improved since then 😅 i also wanted somewhere to share my plethora of gameplay screenshots, so i started the macmahon legacy specifically for that, not thinking it would go anywhere but now i’m so in love with all the characters 😭

why did you choose your pfp/icon?

elder gael is the best gael stage. i know it probably should be theo since he’s our current heir but.. elder gael 🥵

why did you choose your header?

i don’t have one right now

what’s your post with the most notes?

the earrings i posted last week omfg, i had no wifi for that whole week and i come back to see it had 1.5k wtff 😭 i’m so grateful that people liked it! i made some more but i’m not going to release it just yet

in terms of legacy posts the assparagus adoption post is the all time top. what a legend. in terms of edits it’s the st. patricks day one which i wish i had done a better job on because the lighting is a bit weird in it 😭

how many mutuals do you have?

i’m not sure 😭 and i don’t know how to check

how many followers do you have?

i hit 1.5k recently, most of which are empty accounts and p*rn bots. however i’m go grateful for all the support i’ve gotten here even though i've only been around for 4 months!! dropping a sim dump soon hopefully, i have very little free time at the moment

have you ever made a shitpost?

as far as i can remember, no 😭

how often do you use tumblr everyday?

i like to check in a few times a day when i get the chance, to scroll for like 30 seconds before i carry on with my day

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

nope! i’m still relatively new here but i’m hoping that won’t happen anytime soon 😂

how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

i don’t know what that is, but they sound annoying

do you like tag games?

yes i adore them!! i’ll usually do them all unless they’re about something i have no interest in. like that ‘pick 5 songs’ one that was going around i got tagged in a bunch but didn’t do it because i don’t really listen to music 😭 if you’re ever stuck to tag someone for these tag me!!!

do you like ask memes?

again yes i adore them, but last time i did one i only answered two of them and the rest are all still half written in my drafts 😂 i want to do another one again though, i love rambling about my sims

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i don’t know what the requirements are of being simblr famous 😭

do you have a crush on a mutual?

maybe not on my mutuals but definitely on my mutual’s sims!

i think i’ve seen a lot of my mutuals do this already but i’ll tag @whiimms @queenofvraquin @dreamstatesims and @sweetpyxels. ignore this if you don’t wanna or have already done it 😭

#non sims #tag game #i cut this because it was so long #i hate long posts lol

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“G’night mum, love you.”

“Make sure you put the trash out, don’t want it stinking up the house.”

At 12 it occurs to Martin, he can’t recall the last time his mother said “I love you” to him. She must have. He knows she loves him, so why can’t he remember her saying it? Was it before dad left? It can’t have been that long ago. He knows if he brings it up she’ll just tell him off for being silly so he just decides to not say it unless she says it first. She doesn’t say it.

“Look how nice our neighbor’s garden is,” she says instead. “If only we could have such a nice garden.”

“The neighbors hire a man-” Martin tries to explain. He had just done law maintenance over the weekend; he would have to bring up memory issues next time they saw a doctor.

“Aren’t you happy with how I provide for you?” She snaps. “Ever since your lousy father left us I have done my best even with my health and all you can talk about is getting a bloody gardener.”

“Sorry, mum,” he says. It’s better not to argue when she gets like this.

“Forget it. Just get me my tea.”

He goes and brews her a cup of Oolong tea. It’s far too bitter for his tastes but it’s all he buys when he does the shopping. Perhaps that was it, instead of saying she loved him she just provided for him.

Martin tells himself that until she gets too sick to work and begins needling him to get a job at 14. Suddenly he’s providing for her on top of school and everything else but that didn’t mean she didn’t love him. She was just sick and the medication she was on made her tired most of the time so it wasn’t like he could expect her to be excited to see him; especially not when he’s the one bringing it to her.

“Is soup the only thing you buy?” She asks one evening when he brings her dinner.

“You didn’t have soup last night,” he reminds her patiently after a long day of school and work.

“Oh, so you think I’m ungrateful? I am your mother! I gave birth to you! You should be happy to take care of me!”

“It would be nice if you acted like a mum for once!” Martin snaps back. He regrets it as soon as he says it and doesn’t wait to hear her response. He leaves the house and sits in the park near his house for a long time and cries. Of course she loves him. It must be so hard on her to be stuck at home all day with no one to talk to and there he went snapping at her. She’s asleep by the time he comes home and neither of them mentions it in the morning.

Martin doesn’t know what he expects when he starts to transition. He hadn’t even called it a transition at first, he just likes how he looks with short hair, baggy clothes, and a sports bra. His mother disagrees. There are days she won’t even look at him and when she does it’s usually even worse.

“You cut your hair again,” she mentions one morning over breakfast. “Just when you were starting to look like a girl.”

“Yup,” Martin replies tight-lipped. He had been thinking it over for a while and he’s slowly coming to terms with the fact that he isn’t a girl. The way she says it hits him sharply. If she was never going to say “I love you” to a daughter, why would she say it to a son? He doesn’t bother coming out to her properly because he can already see the disgust on her face when he gets a proper binder.

When she decides to move into a full-time care facility, it’s almost a relief. He feels foolish for expecting her to say it when she leaves. He feels even more foolish when he says it in goodbye. The receptionist gives him a sympathetic look when she doesn’t say it back but the receptionist probably assumes his mother has memory issues and forgot who he was. She doesn’t. Still, he appreciates the gesture.

Dating is nearly impossible for most of his life. It’s easiest to blame his busy schedule; he doesn’t even have time for friends outside of school. The fact that no one even asks him out isn’t something he wants to think about. After he drops out of school and his mother leaves, dating and friendship don’t get any easier. He can’t let anyone he works with get close enough or they’ll find out his real age and utter lack of qualifications. Online dating is also out of the question for similar reasons. If one of his coworkers saw him with the age 19 in his profile they would either know he wasn’t actually 25 or they would think he was a creep and he didn’t exactly feel comfortable lying about his age to potential dates. Meeting people organically isn’t the worst thing in the world but it’s difficult. He makes a few passing friends at a local trans support group but even then, he can’t get close to anyone without risking someone discovering his falsified CV.

He doesn’t have his first real boyfriend until he’s 23 years old. They meet at a Holloween party thrown by a mutual acquaintance and date for almost five months before Martin ruins it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dominick, I love you,” Martin says as he serves dinner.

“Oh, uh, it’s a little fast to say that, don’t you think?” Dominick had stammered awkwardly. Was it? It didn’t seem like it to Martin and even if it was, it was true. He loved Dominick.

“I-I don’t think so,” Martin replies nervously. Some distant part of himself starts to berate him for being so needy.

“It kind of is. Let’s just pretend you never said it and we’ll see how we feel in a few more months, ok?”

“You mean we’ll see how you feel,” Martin says a little bitterly.

“Why can’t you just relax and enjoy the holiday?”

Martin had sighed in resignation and picked at the rest of his plate. They broke up a week later because Dominick felt like they were “looking for different things.”

Martin doesn’t have another serious boyfriend after that. He goes on a few more dates over the years but nothing that lasts longer than five months. Nothing that lasts long enough to say “I love you.” In some deep dark part of him, he wonders if he was ever meant for love. His father hadn’t loved him enough to stay, his mother hadn’t said she loved him in over a decade, and he’s not even sure he was in love with Dominick. He gets crushes, sure, but he just throws himself into his work at the Magnus Institute instead.

Working in the library isn’t bad. He gets along with his coworkers well enough but he can never get close to them. Not close enough to love them as friends or be loved in return.

Then he gets transferred to the Archives.

Jonathan Sims is not the first asshole boss Martin has ever had. He doesn’t understand why Mr. Bouchard sent him down to work in the Archive in the first place and his first impression with his new boss is less than stellar when a dog follows him into the building. It doesn’t help that Jon is good-looking and every once in a while Martin catches glimpses of a version of the Archivist without a stick up his ass. Like when he spends Martin’s ice cream birthday talking about emulsifiers. If only he would be clearer about what he actually wants from Martin. No report or follow-up seems to be good enough, even with the help of Tim and Sasha.

Martin works hard for Jon’s approval. He doesn’t know why he wants the recognition but it’s either this or quit and he really, really can’t quit. So he spends three full days looking for every woman named Angela over fifty in Bexley only to be berated for actually talking to one of them and then he offers to look into a case about spiders that clearly upsets Jon only to get trapped in his flat by a zombie worm woman.

When he finally escapes, he takes a few worm corpses with him and he dumps them on Jon’s desk while he’s in the middle of a statement. Let Jon try and disprove that When he gives his own statement he makes special emphasis on reminding Jon how hard he worked to meet his exacting standards. He refuses to be yelled at for this.

Except Jon believes him. More than believes him, in fact. He offers Martin a place to stay. Of course that would be enough to ignite a crush in Martin.

As soon as they get to document storage Martin sits on the cot and begins to cry with exhaustion. He expects Jon to leave but again he surprises him.

“I-it’s alright, Martin,” he says awkwardly as he pats Martin’s shoulder. “You’ll be safe here and I’m certain Elias will respond promptly to my request for extra security.”

“Thanks,” Martin sniffs. He can’t remember the last time he cried in front of another person.

“Would...would you like me to stay until you fall asleep? If- if you think it will help.”

“Oh, er...no...I’ll be fine, thank you. You should be getting home, anyway. It’s Saturday, Jon.”

Martin blacks out as soon as Jon shuts the door to document storage. When he wakes up he finds his crush on Jon stubbornly still in place.

He can’t help himself after that. He starts taking special care of Jon in hopes of encouraging the kind man he saw that night into emerging. At the very least Jon doesn’t yell at him as much and he even thanks Martin for the tea he brings. It’s then that he notices other things about Jon, like how rattled he gets by certain statements and how he’ll often go an entire day without eating or drinking anything unless someone brings him something. That someone being Martin. He also notices how late Jon leaves, if he leaves at all.

It’s on one such night of Jon still being in his office at 11 o’clock that Martin knocks on Jon’s office door.

“Jon?” He calls gently.

“Hzzmt! Martin?” Jon responds, having been startled awake from dozing at his desk. “You should be asleep.”

“And you should be home.”

“I see your point,” Jon sighs. “I’ll finish up here and head home. Unless you need something?”

“Actually….I-I was thinking,” Martin beings. “Since I sort of kicked you off your cot...D’you want to come back to document storage with me? You know, get some sleep?”

“What?”

“Er...forget I-”

“The cot would be rather cramped with both of us,” Jon warns as he gets up from his desk. “If...if you’re sure you want me to join you.”

“Yeah...I thought you had work to do?”

“It can wait until morning, no use keeping you up longer than necessary.”

Martin only half regrets offering to share a bed with his crush. Jon was right, the only way to fit both of them on the cot is for both of them to sleep on their sides (or for Jon to sleep on top of Martin but even the thought has his face burning) and it’s difficult for him to fall asleep with Jon’s back pressed against his. It’s good to hear Jon fall asleep, though, and as time wears on it’s easier for Martin to goad Jon away from work to sleep a few hours.

The more of himself Jon reveals the harder Martin falls for him. Especially after Jon accuses him of being a ghost during the Prentiss attack. Even with the guilt Martin feels every time he looks at Jon mummified in bandages. That was Martin’s fault. If he had just paid more attention then he wouldn’t have lost Jon and Tim in the tunnels. He does everything he can to try and make up for it; despite Jon becoming more and more closed off by the day. Intellectually, Martin knows that Jon has gotten like that with everyone, but something deep down makes Martin feel like it’s his fault Jon’s gotten so cold. It doesn’t help that Jon seems to have gotten friendly with the policewoman investigating the murder of the previous Archivist. Tim even seems to think they’re having an affair which does wonders for Martin’s self-esteem. Jon wouldn’t be the first straight man Martin has ever had a crush on but Martin was pretty sure Jon wasn’t straight. Again, he wonders if he’s done something wrong to push Jon away.

After Jon stumbles out of his office covered in blood claiming to have had an accident with a bread knife Martin finds all the excuse he needs to regularly drag Jon to the canteen to make sure he eats something. The silences during those lunches are hard. They had eaten together before but now Jon wasn’t talking to him. The most Martin could get out of him were a few one-word answers. He tries not to think about how it reminds him of his mum.

“So,” he tries for the millionth time while Jon picks at his sandwich. “Did I tell you what happened while you were at physical therapy the other day?”

Jon doesn’t say anything but he looks up with a gaze that bores into Martin.

“Uh...A little girl came in alone with a statement, she must’ve only been eight years old,” Martin says. Jon looks at him with an expression that almost seems afraid. “Don’t worry, it recorded fine on digital. She walked right down into the Archive, walked up to my desk, and said ‘Excuse me. My name is Beatrice Walker and I’d like to make a statement about a supernatural occurrence.’ She sounded so grown up and she refused to leave until I had recorded her statement. Turns out her dad was using the library for research and she had just wandered off.”

“What was her statement about?” Jon asks to Martin’s surprise.

“Oh, a hamster with mysteriously changing spots.”

“Ah,” Jon replies thoughtfully. “Not much need for follow-up there, I suppose.”

“Not unless you really need me to track down the shop where her parents picked up the new hamster.”

He catches the briefest of smirks from Jon before the conversation dies again.

After that Jon’s coldness and paranoia comes out in the form of a screaming accusation over letters Jon found in the trash. Martin barely manages to make it to the bathroom before he bursts into tears after coming clean about his CV. Tim thankfully doesn’t check on him while he silently curses his taste in men. Jon doesn’t meet his eye for the next week in what he bitterly hopes is guilt. He does seem slightly more willing to talk with Martin at lunch, though.

Then Jon goes missing. After trying to get Martin and Tim to go home early because Jon was feeling under the weather; he disappears. Not before apparently bludgeoning someone with a pipe and isn’t that exactly what he and Tim need to see as soon as they get back from a two-week kidnapping by a spooky door monster?

With Sasha gone, Jon missing, and Melanie King being suddenly hired by Elias, whatever’s left of Martin’s relationship with Tim deteriorates. More so when Martin becomes the only one in the world to believe Jon could be innocent. It’s probably that that makes the police detective “investigating” Jon so actively hostile toward him. Apparently, people say he and Jon are “close” and that probably only means the lunch thing but he wants to imagine it’s something more. Like people are somehow picking up that Jon likes him back.

When Jon comes back to confront Elias it’s all Martin can think to do to fall back on his tea-making. He ducks into Jon’s office with a piping cup of the overly sweet tea he spent months perfecting to Jon’s taste and finds him with his face buried in his one non-bandaged hand.

“Jon?” He calls as gently as he can while he closes the door behind him. “I brought you some tea.”

It’s when Jon looks up that Martin notices the bloody mess down the front of his shirt.

“You’re hurt. Let me go get the first aid-”

“No!” Jon interrupts frantically. “Just...Could you just stay with me for a moment?”

Martin acquiesces and they sit side by side on the sofa in Jon’s office in silence until Jon starts sniffling into his tea. He offers Jon a hug and Jon all but dives into his chest to cry. It’s the saddest most broken thing Martin has ever heard and it’s all he can do not to pull Jon into his lap and curl around him protectively.

“Martin...I-I...I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “For everything. For Sasha and Prentiss and...and for the way I treated you. You didn’t….no one deserves that.”

“None of that was your fault and I sort of deserved it. I didn’t actually know what I was doing.”

“You didn’t deserve it,” Jon insists before going back to quietly crying into Martin’s jumper. Martin doesn’t respond. He can’t recall the last time someone’s apologized to him. At least not like that. He’d been told off most of his life for not doing things up to people’s standards. A few people over the years had told him he didn’t deserve it but Jon was the first person to apologize. No wonder Martin was falling in love with him.

Damn it.

Cuddling doesn’t become a regular occurrence for them by any means but Jon begins doing more to seek Martin out after that. They eat lunch together more often and Martin stays up late to talk to Jon while he’s abroad. It drives home how deeply buried into Martin’s heart Jon has become. Especially after he comes back after going missing for a month and has the audacity to joke about being moisturized by a clown mannequin for a month.

He wonders if Jon feels the same way. Sometimes Jon will smile shyly at him, and he can almost believe that Jon would be interested in a relationship if the world wasn’t ending. The last time they speak before the Unknowing they’re in document storage.

“Are you ready?” Jon asks as he shifts nervously.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Martin signs. He heard what happened to Melanie. He knows what’s likely to happen to him. Some small part of him is screaming to just tell Jon his feelings like it’s the climax of an action movie.

“Stay safe,” Jon says.

“Come back,” Martin replies. Jon offers him a hug. It’s no movie kiss but it allows Martin to hold Jon as close as possible. Jon himself is hanging off of Martin’s neck and it feels like a final goodbye.

Then Elias confirms what Martin has always suspected deep down. That his mother never loved him or if there was a time when she did, she stopped when his father left. Even after everything. After he spent years taking care of her. After he had to quit school to care for her. All she ever saw was his father. All his transition did was to remind her further of how much he looked like his father’s son. At least it was worth it. To distract Elias so Melanie could find evidence to arrest him.

Then Peter Lukas shows up and reveals that Elias planned to get arrested. Worse than that, he offers Martin a promotion of sorts.

Then they get the news from Yarmouth. Tim’s body is found in a charred heap, Daisy is missing, and Jon is dead in all but brain activity. At least Basira is physically alive.

Martin spends as much time as he can next to Jon. He’s used to loving someone who can’t love him back. Maybe this is all he’s destined for. Love unrequited. He talks to Jon’s dreaming corpse. Tells him about his day, reads him poetry, even a statement, but nothing draws Jon out of his coma.

Then his mother dies. He barely has the emotional strength to mourn her. Instead, he scatters her ashes and mourns his childhood lost to trying impossibly to earn her love.

After the Flesh attacks, Martin makes a decision. He’ll join Lukas. It’ll probably lead to his death but what did that matter? His mother was gone and didn’t care about him anyway. Tim and Sasha were gone. Jon was basically gone. Basira and Melanie were the only people left that he vaguely cared about and by doing this he could at least protect them.

He visits Jon one last time in the hospital. He’s still covered in wires and his eyes still flit around violently behind his lids as Martin sits down next to him and takes his hand.

“Hey Jon,” he says quietly. “I...This is the last time I’m going to see you...Probably ever. I know, I know old dramatic Martin surely he’s exaggerating. I’m not. The Institute is in danger and...I have a way to keep Melanie and Basira a little safer, so I’m doing it. I just came by one last time to say...Jon, I...I love you. Goodbye.”

He gets up and presses a kiss on a part of Jon’s forehead not covered in wires before leaving. It’s alright that he doesn’t say it back. No one ever says it back to Martin.

When Jon wakes up everything becomes that much harder. Suddenly he had a reason to live and the way Jon pursues him makes him almost believe...No, even completing the thought would be dangerous for all of them. Jon trusts him enough not to be constantly badgering and that makes it worse. When Jon is there the Lonely makes Martin resent his presence and when Jon’s gone Martin resents his absence.

The final, most excruciating pain is when Jon comes after him in the Lonely. He’s excepted his fate in the chilling numbness of the Lonely. Maybe that’s why he says it. The certain, inevitable rejection would be numbed utterly. So he says it.

“I really loved you, you know?”

And Jon looks broken. Even after he rips Peter’s statement from him. Even when he reaches for Martin’s face with hands that seem far too warm and makes him See. Knowing Jon loves him isn’t like “knowing” his mother loves him. Instead of a lie born in Martin’s mind to stamp down the fear of rejection, it’s a reality pouring from Jon’s mind mingled with Jon’s fears of rejection.

Jon’s hands still feel too warm compared to the icy chill of the Lonely as he leads Martin out. Still, he refuses to let go all the way through the tunnels, the Institute, talking to Basira, packing at each other’s flats, and on to the train. The way to Daisy’s safe house feels like a blur and when they finally arrive it’s all Martin can do to remember to take off his binder before collapsing into bed with Jon’s warm arms around him.

He wakes to Jon’s quiet crying. The awful, stifled thing that breaks Martin’s heart.

“Jon,” he whispers.

“Martin? Did I wake you? I’m sorry, I’ll-”

“It’s alright, Jon,” he assures as he swaps their positions so Jon is tucked firmly against him. Jon makes another broken noise and Martin can’t stop himself from crying, too.

“I-I’m here, Martin. You aren’t on your own,” Jon soothes and Martin almost has to laugh. They lay crying and comforting each other until they both fall back asleep.

When they wake up properly they take stock of the safe house’s pantry and make a list of things to pick up in the village after breakfast. Martin gives in to the temptation to buy a new notebook to try and write poetry in. They have enough canned food to survive to the next ice age so they pick up perishable items like milk, bread, butter, and eggs. Jon also picks up fresh peaches and a box of Martin’s preferred tea. It’s easy to pretend like they going on a normal shopping trip as they walk up and down the aisles to check things off their list.

They return to the cabin and settle in. Martin sits on the sofa and tries to write out a poem while Jon tries to read a book from Daisy’s personal collection. After a while, Martin beings to feel Jon’s gaze on him.

“Is there something on my face?” He tries casually as he’s met with an expression he’s never been on the receiving end of.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you,” Jon sighs. Martin can’t stop the noise that comes out of him. All his life trying to earn love and Jon just says it while Martin’s thinking of a synonym for ‘yellow.’

“I-I don’t expect you to reciprocate,” Jon says quickly, his soft expression suddenly turning worried.

“But I do.”

“Oh…Oh!”

“Yeah.”

Jon starts giggling and it’s impossible for Martin not to follow suit until happy tears stream down both of their faces.

#the magnus archives #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jonathan sims #I wrote a fic #this was supposed to be posted on valentines day

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dcforts · 3 years

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[week 4: selfie together]

1.7k, post-canon, non canon compliant.

Three days to impact (moving out with Cas and a bunch of hunter nerds settling into the bunker to set up the Network), and Dean was still elbow deep in messy drawers, sorting through his stuff in one of the research rooms. He couldn’t believe he had managed to hoard that much crap when he spent there not more than six months every year.

Sam had already taken care of most of it and thrown away a lot of junk when he had moved away with Eileen a year or so ago, so Dean had thought that he would be packed in less than a day with what was left. He was wrong.

He was tackling a bunch of phones and chargers all tangled up together, trying to figure out which ones were still working. Between him and Sam they had probably gone through a hundred or so phones, without counting the burners, their dad’s and those of other hunters, passed on after their deaths.

You had to keep them on, check the messages, write down the contacts – for a long time it was the only way to keep the network going and to make sure that no call for help would ever go unanswered.

Hopefully the Network, with Charlie fancy digital system and stolen tech from the Brits, would make things a lot easier. The bunker would become the hunter HQ that it was always meant to be. And Sam and Dean would still go there from time to time, but it would become more like a workplace than an actual home.

Magazines apparently said you had to keep them separated and all that. So, they were trying.

He wasn’t even halfway done when he found his old phone. It was not too ancient or anything and he used to like it just fine, but for Christmas Claire and the girls had gotten him a new one (“not for work!!” said the note attached to it) so he had just dumped it in here.

It had no SIM card, but there were some police contacts (useful) and the Candy Crush app (not useful). He went on to check the gallery and was surprised to find still some pictures in it.

He snorted, seeing one of the last taken – Sam, drunk on Christmas Day, a paper crown askew on his head, trying to focus enough to play Jenga with someone who was out of the shot. Dean didn’t remember who it was anymore. Sam had the most incredible face on.

Oh, there were pictures from when they went to visit Garth! He had taken them at Frontier Stables in Frederic and Dean and Gertie had possibly been equally excited about riding a horse. There were a bunch of pictures of that day, including one Garth had taken of him where he looked like an absolute dork.

Wow, they must have been at least a year or so older, he had totally forgotten about them. Now, he couldn’t just put the phone down and resume his work. He debated with himself (very briefly) if he could afford a break or not and then flopped down on the floor covered in cardboard boxes to look through the rest of the gallery.

Most of the pictures were cases related, articles and crime scenes, then a bunch of landscapes, an amazing looking burger from that joint in Texas.

There was one with Cas that he had taken one night. Dean’s face was on the foreground, on the left, and he was making a funny face, his index finger to his lips. The red couch was visible behind his shoulders and Cas was by his side, his face turned towards the television screen and lighted by it.

They had been cooped up in Dean’s cave for nearly four hours and all that time Sam was freaking out because he didn’t know where they were and he couldn’t find them. When Dean had checked his phone, he had found fourteen missed calls and a bunch of texts. He had sent him that picture back and written shh it's movie night.

Sam had come bursting through the door two seconds later and bitched at him for fifteen minutes for having his phone on silent and then stayed and watched Back to the Future III with them.

This was before he and Cas even got together – well, officially at least.

It felt like so long ago, back when they were all: fingers brushing, intense gazing, losing track of time when alone together. They were so clueless.

It had sorted itself out though. A couple of weeks after that, Dean had fallen asleep on Cas’ shoulder and Cas had spent the rest of the night holding him and he had done that every night since.

Dean smiled and scrolled down, back in time.

More photos on the road, book pages, his car against a pretty sunset. Then a group selfie that they sent to Jody for her birthday. Sam and Eileen were still living at the bunker then and Sam was holding the phone, on account of having three feet long arms. They were standing in the kitchen, Eileen right next to him, under his other arm and Dean next to Eileen.

Cas had appeared on the door as they were getting in position so Sam he had told him to hurry up, get in the frame and he had come to stand next to Dean, stiff like a statue. Sam had said, a little closer, so Dean had slung an arm around his neck and pulled him towards him.

Right when Sam had been about to snap it, Cas had grabbed Dean’s hand, that was dangling over his shoulder. So of course, in the picture Dean looked like a total idiot, with his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted in surprise. He had even stopped breathing a little and Cas next to him had the audacity to look totally oblivious. Dean zoomed in on his face and cackled at himself. God, and what was up with that haircut he had, did he even look at himself in the mirror.

He went on.

A few rows below there was another selfie. It was just him this time and it was terrible, the sunlight making the picture look all wrong, like there was a filter on it. It was a vertical shot that showed just about his face and shoulders.

It had been early in the morning, he was bleary-eyed and there was a little wrinkle in between his eyebrows because he had been in the car waiting for Sam to come back with their coffee for twenty minutes.

Cas had texted him out of the blue, Can you send me a picture of you? and Dean had snapped it and sent it without thinking and then he had written, what do you need it for and Cas had written back, I just miss you. Dean had almost dropped his phone, then put it away and not looked at it until late that night. Yeah, it hadn’t been one of his best moments.

Finally he had managed to pull out the conversation again. He had typed and deleted miss you too and same and same, man about a thousand times and then ended up writing your turn now.

He remembered that Cas had been quick to reply with an even worse shot than the one he had sent. Some blurry picture he had taken under a streetlight, his face wearing an intense expression, as if he needed to focus to tap once on a screen. Still, Dean had looked at it for an hour before he had gone to sleep. What a sap.

Thinking of that photo reminded him of another one. He wondered if? It took a while to find it, but it was there, almost at the end of the gallery, right after a picture of Jody in a ridiculous sun hat from when they all went to the beach for the weekend.

It was there. Their first selfie together. He snorted out loud.

He had been pacing in the map room, cursing at his phone that was stuck with the camera open. He was trying everything and it just wouldn’t close.

Cas had come look over his shoulder while Dean had been furiously tapping, and that was when the screen had frozen and flashed and the result of that was a picture of the two of them from the most unflattering angle, frowning down at the phone. Two half faces, Dean on the right, Cas on the left. Dean thought it was hilarious.

Cas had said, “I think you took a picture,” because he was a great help as usual and Dean had said, “Yeah, no shit Cas,” and eventually had to restart the phone to make it work again.

He couldn’t believe that had happened more than two years ago.

“I’m done with the inventory of the herbs. Are you done in here?” said Cas, poking his head in from the hallway. Dean very obviously wasn’t done, but he was still smiling, so Cas said, “What is it?” and came to crouch beside him to peer at his phone and the infamous selfie, “Why did we take this?”

Dean laughed, “We didn’t. My phone was acting up.”

"And you kept it?"

"Yeah, of course I kept it," Dean said, tilting his phone away, as if Cas would jump him to delete it.

Cas had other priorities. He kissed his temple.

"Okay," he said amused, then, "Do you need help? Charlie is coming over in an hour to set up the - cables."

There were no cables. Cas clearly didn’t know what he was talking about, but Dean had no idea of what Charlie was supposed to do either, so.

"No, just - wait, let's take a picture," he said, grabbing his sleeve before he could get up. Cas settled once again next to him and Dean opened the camera and held his phone up, then got his other arm around Cas’ shoulders.

The light was not great, like anywhere else in the bunker and they looked exhausted after a day's work but still, not a bad sight, if Dean could say so himself.

He focused on Cas on the screen, the little smile on his lips.

He grinned. He was gonna spend the rest of his life with that face, he thought. Jesus.

"Dean?" Cas called, after another moment of nothing.

"Alright, alright," he said and snapped the picture.

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