#9-tile path

[crossingdesigns]

meadow path ✿ by mori_pt5 on twt

#acnh #acnh design #acnh custom design #acnh pattern #animal crossing #type: custom design #path #grass path #9-tile path #spring #crossingdesigns' favorites

[acnh-external-harddrive]

#path #9 tile #stone #population rising #multi tile #queue

[ssspringroll]

DL (mediafire)

Today I bring you not cc, but a small collection of .blend files for making cc a little easier. If you've ever wanted to quickly put a braid into a custom hair without completely obliterating your poly count*, then these might be able to help.

*braids will still add a LOT of polygons to your hair, but since every single polygon is visible** on these tiling braids, at least you know they're all being put to use, whereas if you were to physically braid 3 strands of geometry, lots of those polygons would wind up inside the braid, just adding to your count without contributing anything to the look

**if some polygons end up inside of other meshes, you may want to delete them to reduce the poly count further. The boolean modifier may be able to help you, but I haven't tried

These are completely hollow, tiling braid "facades". They just look like a braid, without being anything more than a stylized tube. Available in 9 shapes (which are all pretty similar, more or less, but have different 'vibes', and one of them technically doesn't resemble a braid, but if you squint it looks close enough) and 3 polygon counts to hopefully fit in with your project.

TOU: Same as my cc. Read it here. I obviously don't own this concept, so feel free to reverse engineer, make your own braid tiles, etc. Just don't use mine for anything commercial (using them in commissions is fine, just not paywalled final products!)

You will need to be using one of the newer versions of blender, I believe 2.8 and up. These were made in blender 3.6, so the files will not be compatible with old versions like 2.7x.

Quick start guide:

Open your hair wip's .blend

In object mode, 'Append' the 'BraidTile' object of your choice

Select 'BraidPath' and, in Edit mode, position it however you like

Additional info under the cut, because I tend to ramble, and these require a little bit of a primer before use, probably. Unless you for sure know what you're doing, in which case, feel free to just take these and run with them.

THIS IS NOT A TUTORIAL ON MAKING HAIR, OR HOW TO USE BLENDER. Seek that information elsewhere.

Before appending braids, you may want to open up the blender file and look at all the shapes, to decide which one you want to use.

When you first append your braid, or open the blend files, you may notice it does not look like the preview images above, and instead looks like a shiny pink slug. This is intentional! For previews and development work, I use @/simandy's base textures, but your hair will probably be using a different texture, so I have not included a texture at all.

Simply switch the material of the 'BraidTile' to the same material your hair is using, and adjust the uv map accordingly. I'm going to assume if you are making hairs that you know how to do that, so it will not be explained here.

Once you have your braid appended, and have edited the UV Map of the 'BraidTile' piece to your liking, you can also try scaling the tile in the X, Y, and Z axes to change up the look a little. Make sure you select all of the vertices before scaling, to make sure it still tiles. This should be safe to do, and not mess up the tiling at all, but make sure you do it in Edit mode, not Object mode. (If you mistakenly do it in Object mode, you just have to press ctrl+A and select 'scale', and that should fix it)

When you have your braid adjusted, switch over to the 'BraidPath' object, and use edit mode to move the points around however you want. This is just like any other hair strand, if you're used to making hairs with paths and curves then this should already be familiar to you. All the same controls should work.

And, if you already have a curve in your hair that you'd like the braid to snap to instead, you can select the 'BraidTile' object, locate the curve modifier, and switch the curve object to any other curve in your .blend. You'll want to change the curve in the array modifier to the same one, most likely.

If you haven't used curves to make a hair before, here's a couple quick controls you might like to know:

ctrl+T will let you Twist the object around the selected point(s) alt+S will let you Scale the object around the selected point(s) selecting the first or last point of the 'BraidPath' and pressing E will Extrude a new point, making your braid longer

Remember to do all of your positioning on the 'BraidPath' object! You do not need to edit the 'BraidTile' at all once you've set up the UV map and adjusted the scale!

It should tile, twist, etc. with little issue, and should get longer or shorter according to the length of your curve with no issue. If it doesn't, make sure both the array and curve modifiers of your 'BraidTile' object are using the same curve. They should be using the 'BraidPath' object by default, but if you changed this manually, ensure that both modifiers match for best results.

Unless you know what you are doing, I do not recommend messing with any other settings in the modifiers, or adjusting the 'BraidTile' mesh in any way besides scaling the entire object at once. Otherwise you could end up with gaps and holes in your braid.

When you are done posing your braid, you can apply the modifiers to turn the whole thing into a regular mesh. I like to make a copy of my 'BraidTile' and 'BraidPath' first, just in case I want to go back and change the shape later. After converting it to a regular mesh, I'd recommend going in with proportional editing turned on and randomly scale and move a few of the pleats just a little, to make the braid look a little more organic. You can even add a couple strands to make it look messier, if you dont mind adding to your poly count even more. But this comes down to your preference and style. The braid below has had some half-assed editing done to demonstrate the concept. (Note: This is actually the low-poly version of this particular braid shape)

Ultimately, it is up to you to decide how you want to blend the braid in with the rest of your hairstyle. I can't tell you how to do that, as it is ultimately going to come down to your own personal preference, workflow, and the hairstyle you are making.

How do I know if I should use Hi, Mid, or Lo poly?

This is largely due to personal preference, and how you're using the braids in your project. I have included the three different poly versions to try and be mindful of the overall poly count of your poor poor meshes, but even a lo-poly braid is going to add an easy couple thousand polygons to your project. Keep that in mind! If you plan on having a LOT of braids, something like this EA hairstyle, for example:

You will probably want to follow their example and use a very simple mesh and just apply a braid texture instead of using these. EA's braids here appear to be a simple box shape painted to look like braids.

If you only plan on having one, maybe two braids in your entire project, especially if they are very large braids, then you might want to go with the hi-poly option. They're the smoothest, roundest choice.

If your braid has a very small diameter, you can probably get away with just using the lo-poly option, and save some polygons you won't need anyway.

The mid-poly version exists as a sort of happy medium. They aren't quite as pointy as some of the lo-poly shapes, and they won't inflate your poly count as much as the hi-poly models, so you may find you prefer them for your applications.

It's all very subjective.

I think that's pretty much everything I wanted to say. If you have specific questions, my inbox is open.

Keep in mind I am not very skilled in blender! There's probably some optimization that can be done if you know what you're doing, and I welcome you to tweak these meshes to your heart's content, if that's you! I made these for me, but I figure they could make someone else's life a little easier too, so here you go.

If you make anything using them you are welcome to tag me! If you don't end up making anything with these then I hope you at least have some fun playing with them!

#simoleon #THIS IS NOT CC DO NOT DOWNLOAD THINKING ITS CC #im going to the store now if anyone has any questions ill answer them later #dl #(as in 'download' not 'delete later') #i dont wanna put this in my cc tag but i also dont wanna lose track of it yknow

[picknmixsims]

Renaming "sale price" to "Quarter Tile" in SimPe

Notes on how to change "sale price" in the OBJD resource to "Quarter Tile" in SimPe, for versions up to and including 0.75.68

The OBJD entry 0x0022 is mis-named in versions of SImPe prior to 0.75.69 as it is used to determine if an object can be placed at quarter-tile offsets and not its "sale price".

Fortunately, it's fairly easy to both rename this entry and move which section it is in. (As it sits better within the "User Placement" section, not the "Catalog Price" section.)

1) Before starting SimPe find out its directory path, you can do this by right-clicking the shortcut and selecting Properties. The info you need is the "Start in:" directory.

2) Start SimPe

3) From the File menu, select Open…

4) Navigate into the "Start in:" directory noted above, then into the "Plugins\pjse.coder.plugin" sub-directory and select the GlobalStrings.package file.

5) Sort the resources (they should all be STR#) by Instance and scroll down to 0x00CC "ObjectDefinition (GLUA) Correct to BV" and select it.

6) In the Plugin View tab, scroll down to entry 0x0022(34) and change it from "sale price" to "Quarter Tile".

(If you want you can change any other entries here, for example, 0x0061(97) from "Vacation Sort" to "Holiday Sort" depending on your language preference.)

7) Commit, save and exit SimPe.

8) With a plain text editor, for example, Notepad, open the file "{Start in:}\Data\objddefinition.xml"

9) In the "<category name="02. Catalog Price">" block, find the block of text <property type="short"> <name>sale price</name> <help>sale price</help> <default>0</default> <index>34</index> </property>

and Cut and Paste it into the "<category name="05. User placement">" block.

10) Change "sale price" to "Quarter Tile". (This step is not strictly necessary as the displayed text is taken from the GlobalStrings.package file, but it's good to keep things consistent.)

11) Save your changes and exit the text editor.

12) Restart SimPe, open a .package file with an OBJD resource and check that it has worked.

#simpe #trick #technique #quarter tile #simblr #ts2 #sims 2 #the sims 2

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Welcome to the Temple of the Living Goddess. Isn't it interesting how lately, there've been a rash of "cult-y" places for sale? The 1995 hacienda style home in Santa Fe, New Mexico has 9bds, 6ba, and is $1.95M. This property has been on the market for over 2 years.

Outer doors open to a long hall. (Does the dog convey?)

And, then you walk down to these arched stained glass doors with a heart. As you can see, "Temple of the Living Goddess" is written in gold over the arch.

I would feel uneasy here. This actually looks like a church. The description says that there's a "retreat building," so I'm guessing that this is it.

Not sure what this large space is.

There are 3 treatment rooms, so maybe this is one of them. I don't know what they're treating.

And, this is clearly a kitchen. A very Zen kitchen- it's so serene.

This is the hacienda style residence.

The living room has tree trunk beams and a nice Pueblo style fireplace. I like the built-in shelving, too.

The kitchen is nice- love the tiles.

So many large homes have these bunker rooms.

One of the baths is large and has beautiful tile.

There are 3.47 acres of land with fruit trees and flagstone paths to walk. There's also a 3 bedroom casita.

The property is zoned for several permitted uses including a potential B and B, family compound, religious facility or retreat center.  Several other conditional or accessory uses are available with approval of the County of Santa Fe.

#unique property #spanish style homes #houses #house tours #compounds #home tour

[cityof2morrow]

Tile Blocker

Published: 9-22-2023 | Updated: 9-28-2023 SUMMARY “..not really a mod, but made to go with one of my favorite mods…” I prefer to make objects with 1-tile footprints (the number of tiles the game recognizes as “occupied” by an object) whenever possible - even if they cover multiple tiles. A major setback to this is having sims clip/walk through parts of the object during gameplay – but not anymore! Put this tile blocker down to prevent sims from walkin' where they shouldn't be walkin' – it doubles as a column and has an invisible recolor for your convenience. Place the object wherever you want to prevent sims from walking, then apply the invisible recolor (see pics below).

You may get a routing tantrum occasionally, but this wasn’t a significant issue in my testing. DETAILS Requires Basegame or higher. §1 | Build > Misc > Columns | 12 poly **This object will be included in all my sets which have multi-tile objects with 1-tile footprints. Some shifting/placement mods such as Object Freedom (Fway, 2023) may disable tile blockers such as The Magical Blocks of Blocking (BOBs) (Sun & Moon Star Factory, 2016) and/or the Slot Blocker (NixNivis, 2016) from obstructing a sim’s path. I couldn’t figure out if it was the mod by itself or if this happened when it is used with other mods. – BUT I figured out that COLUMNS still work as path blockers with/without shifting/placement mods. That’s why this object is cloned from a basegame column – to ensure compatibility with such mods. DOWNLOAD (choose one) from SFS | from MEGA

CREDITS Thanks: ChocolateCitySim. Sources: Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), Icons/Imagery (EA/Maxis), Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik).

#ts2cc #sims2cc #ts2downloads #ts2mods

[xlycorisxradiatax2]

Yandere Sebastian Dialogue (Part 10)

Click here if you want more: Part 9 Part 11

Modlists:

Alternative Textures

Cat Replacements

CJB Cheats Menu

CJB Item Spawner

CJB Show Item Sell Price

Content Patcher

Seasonal Cute Characters

Crops Anytime Anywhere

Custom Fixed Dialogue

DaisyNiko's Earthy Interface

DaisyNiko's Earthy Recolour

DaisyNiko's Tilesheets

Dog Replacements

Fashion Sense

Fishing Made Easy Suite

FS - Rino's Clothes1

FS - SH's Animal and Mythological Creatures Stuff

FS - SH's More Accessories and Stuff

FS Kisekaes skirts

FS Simple Farmer Dresses

FS The Croquette Collection

FS Hatspack

Generic Mod Config Menu

GH's Peach Body Type (female)

GH's Peach Body Type (male)

Horse Replacements

Lnh's Cellar

Lookup Anything

Matching Pathways for Elle's Seasonal Buildings

Miss Coriel's NPC Unique Response

MissCoriel's Unique Courtship Response

No Crows

No Fence Decay

NPC Map Location

Oasis Greenhouse

SafeLightning

Seasonal Buildings

Simple Foliage

SkullCavernElevator

Town Buildings

Transmutation Time All

West Elm Furniture (AT) by Atlas

Yandere Sebastian Dialogue Expansion

SpaceCore

JsonAssets

ExpandedPreconditionsUtility

GH's Peach All Package v.20

LuoLi

Delotti

Gwen's Paths

PPJA - Mizu's Flower

Garden Village Shops

PyTK

Custom NPC Conclusions

Custom NPC Fixes

Anti-NPC

Producer Framework Mod

Shop Tile Framework

Mail Framework Mod

TMXL Map Toolkit

BusLocations

#game #games #non sims #pc games #pcgames #pcgame #pc game #stardew valley #stardewvalley #stardew valley sebastian #stardewvalleysebastian #stardew sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley farmer #yandere stardew valley #stardew valley mod #stardewvalleymod #stardew valley mods #stardewvalleymods #sdv #sdv mod #sdvmod #sdv mods #sdvmods #sdv sebastian #yandere sdv #sdv farmer #npc dialogue #dialogue #elf

[greenboyfriend]

choose a tile! (tarot card reading)

image source image 1: through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see image 2: one chants out between two worlds, image 3: fire, walk with me!

1.・。.・゜✭

you're overcome with guilt & anguish. you may have made some sort of mistake, and now you're taking it out on yourself big time. you may already be dealing with other, hard hitting issues, so kicking yourself while you're down is definitely not going to help you. you're going to have to try something different. look at all the areas of your life and consider what needs balancing. maybe you've been too hard on yourself, or focusing too much on a situation, isolating yourself, ect*. find what needs to be changed and make it happen! self love should be your priority. it has the potential to take you a long way, even to the point of great reward! being kind to yourself is a lot easier said than done, but with the right mixture of influences (for example, surrounding yourself with supportive friends, reaching out for help, being open & honest with your feelings, ect) you will see the path start to clear. it's not always easy, but someday, it will feel so good to look back & be proud of how far you've come!

*these are all just examples of imbalances, meant to get u thinking about what may need changing, and are not necessarily relevant

(9 of swords reversed, temperance, the empress reversed)

2.・。.・゜✭

okay... like, 6 cards just poured out of the deck. lets get this shit 🔥💯

after toppling from the heights and/or having a massive realization, your life has become chaos. this change has left you feeling guilty and maybe you're beating up on yourself as well. your tendency to shirk away from others, hide the truth and to value appearances over actual substance/health doesn't help things, either. it's time to get real, not just with yourself but especially with those around you, too. not telling the truth is actively making this situation worse. it's not wrong to need someone to talk to, and if you need to gush your feelings, that's more than OK-- it's exactly what you need. it can be scary to open up, but the fool encourages you to take that "crazy" chance, and trust in those around you.

(9 of swords reversed, the fool, the empress reversed, the tower, queen of swords reversed, knight of cups)

3.・。.・゜✭

diligent and independent, you're well on your way to creating the comfortable lifestyle you so crave. however, there's some sort of hard decision you're going to have to make, or are in the process of making. this likely has to do with love (not necessarily romantic) and especially with forgiveness. before we get into that, though, it may help you to prepare for this by enjoying yourself during this time. you've been working hard, so you deserve to enjoy some of the benefits! when it comes to this decision, you're going to need to be bold. use the courage of your convictions to propel you forward! you will also find that your intuition guiding you-- let it. be aware of your dreams, gut reactions, and messages from within. try to rid your approach of negativity and see the best in those around you, including yourself. but in the meantime, relax! luxuriate! eventually you'll find that all's well that ends well.

(9 of pentacles, king of wands reversed, judgement, ace of cups reversed)

thanks for reading! if you'd like to get an in-depth reading about your specific situation, please send me a dm or an ask!

oh and the poem at the beginning is from twin peaks (the tv show not the damned titty restaurant!!!!!)

#tarot #tarot reading #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot cards #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #pick a photo #pick an image #pac #spiritual #spirituality #witchblr

[aftgficrec]

hi I'm so excited I caught you guys open :D

I was wondering if you guys could find some fics where Neil brings up his past in casual conversation or his past gets brought up because of something he said or did

Also I've read a lot of the older soulmate fics where they can feel each other's pain or communicate telepathically and stuff like that but was wondering if there are any new ones :)

Ty u so much <333

There is so much material here I decided to split it into 2 parts, one with fics about Neil’s past, and one devoted to soulmate aus.  Enjoy! - S

references to Neil’s past:

people Neil met on the run here

Foxes learn about Neil's past here

The Foxes react to Neil’s life here

The Foxes react to Neil’s scars here

The Foxes react to Mary’s abuse here

videos of neil on the run here

Neil’s secrets unravel here

Neil says ‘it’s fine I’ve had worse’ here

Neil shows off his knife skills here

‘The Bet’ here 

‘here I am, there you go again’ here

‘I'm not broken (I'm made for a mosaic)’ and ‘More Afterthoughts, Chapter 39’ here

‘arrivals/departures’ here 

‘TFC minifics...’ Ch 23 here

‘heavy hands, heavy hearts’ here

‘"I've endured far worse"’ here

‘it whistles through the ghosts still left behind’ here

you may also like:

Neil with languages/accents here

Neil with languages/accents 2 here

‘No straighter path than to struggle’ here

Neil also shows off his knife and language skills in ‘I Hope You Lie To Me’ here (ch. 9)

Neil’s past:

Andrew, I'm fine by AceSirenSinger [Rated T, 2081 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew passes through the door into the ensuite bathroom, and he freezes an instant before he understands why. The bathroom tile is smudged red, just so. Someone bled here, and then wiped it, too quickly. Andrew wants to call for Neil, but he is suddenly unsure if he is alone in his apartment.

tw: nightmares, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: knives, tw: violence

Killer Bunny by godless_writer [Rated T, 6661 words, complete, 2023]

Neil started his second year in college thinking his past was behind him. His father was dead, Riko was dead, he was no longer running – nothing left to hide from. At least that is what he thought before six FBI agents barged into his team’s practice one day. Or The team finds out Neil had to kill some of his father’s men while on the run.

tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks

Bound for Error by confusedtoadd [Rated M, 22759 words, incomplete, last updated July 2023]

“You claim you’ve left your truth bare, yet you still lie, interesting don’t you think Nathaniel?” Neil was paralyzed, stuck between begging for her to stop and strangling her. They were a mix of his parents' wishes, his father's anger was bubbling over, his mother's survival instincts charged his legs with vigor. “Perhaps I should have stepped in sooner. No matter, they will know the truth soon, you did promise no more running, Nathaniel.” OR The foxes react to Neils life, pre-canon included.

tw: implied/referenced suicide attempt, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts, tw: implied/referenced self harm,  tw: violence, tw: blood & gore, tw: torture, tw: abuse, tw: psychological abuse, tw: panic attacks

Secrets by The_stars_ship_us [Rated T, 1265  words, complete, 2023]

Matt sees Neil's scars for the first time and Neil wakes up, still sleepy, and feels comfortable and safe enough to speak in his true accent

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: scars

The Best That You Can Hope For (is to die in your sleep) by Major_816 [Not Rated, 10840 words, complete, 2022]

The first time O’Malley saw the kid was in a low-level underground gambling ring, walls crawling with asbestos and next to every bastard inside armed with something sharp if not something packed with warped metal and gunpowder.  He couldn’t have been more than thirteen, but he surveyed the crowd of the room with years more experience than he should have. There were scars cutting across exposed bits of skin, sick looking in the light of the place and stretching hotel-bible-page-thin over crooked bones.  He was a wispy thing. Nothing more than a scrap of a boy stitched together. O’Malley was half-convinced a strong wind might blow him over, but the kid turned, those quick and clever eyes burning across the room and O’Malley could recognize that sort of fight instinct.  He saw him again half a year later in Northern Florida.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: scars, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation

Broken bones by All_for_the_andreil [Rated T, 1126 words, complete, 2021]

Neil gets injured during a game and freaks out. Andrew finds out what exactly happened to Neil in Baltimore.

tw: implied/referenced torture

I guess I can drop the accent now by poly_pr1nce [Rated M (we say T), 495 words, complete, 2020, locked]

Neil reveals the final thing he's been hiding about himself after the Foxes win against the Ravens and Riko's death

...'ah yes, my shirt will cover this'  by @jingerhead [tumblr, 2021]

This prompt is great, I've read some angsty fics about Neil getting hurt and they're great BUT I love the idea of Neil getting stabbed and he's just like.....'ah yes, my shirt will cover this' and everyone notices right away. I think something super angst or something more lighthearted would be equally great haha!

tw: injuries

Art

what’s life on the run like? art by @meaucrow

Thinking about all he went through trying to survive art by @microolli

#fic #Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard #Matt Boyd & Neil Josten #Neil Josten & OC #universe: pre canon #universe: post canon #theme: Neil's past #theme: languages/accents #theme: hurt/comfort #theme: protectiveness #theme: injuries #theme: friendship #theme: angst with a happy ending #theme: fluff & angst #theme: foxes react #theme: bamf!neil #theme: flashbacks #tw: violence #tw: suicide attempt #tw: torture #tw: dissociation #tw: abuse #tw: injuries #tw: panic attacks #tw: nightmares #tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon #tw: implied/referenced child abuse #tw: implied/referenced self harm #tw: scars #tw: implied/referenced murder

[localityghost]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐓����𝐚𝐜𝐤||𝐅𝐭.𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐇𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚

Streetracer!Chigiri x Motorcyclerider!reader

CW||Aged!up bllk, smut, car sex, switch!chigiri, unestablished relationship,oral, dry humping, cum in clothing

Motorcycles have been a common thing in your family. As soon as you learned how to drive, you'd be given a motorcycle. It's like a family tradition in this household, but you never had a problem with it of course when you got yours it was a brand new model, the one you had been begging for when you saw it come out and your grandparents being the kind people they are bought you one for your birthday. You were ecstatic when you first reviewed it, jumping up and down and practically bouncing off the walls since then you cherished your precious ride

Years had passed, and you still had your motorcycle. You would always plan maintenance and pick it up later. You didn't have a car since the bike was all you needed for transportation from your townhouse and back. You always enjoyed feeling the wind in your hair and the breeze that would make you think you were on cloud 9

Nighttime rides were a necessity for you, the moonlight lighting your path as you felt the cool breeze inhaling and exhaling the air that came into your lungs as you rode down the street just to hear revving in the distance, eager to check it out. You swerved your bike to see what the commotion and to your surprise, it was a race. You put on your helmet, thinking it wouldn't be a bad idea to join, so you quietly got behind the bright red car. As they speeded off, your motorcycle was able to keep up. You even passed most of the vehicles. You were feeling the adrenaline as you made it back to the finish line in first place, but you sighed and rode off, noting that it was late and you needed to get back, but before you could, all of a sudden, a bright red head tapped on the window of your helmet you perked up to see the redhead staring at you "Hey do you have a second?" He said, staring at you through the helmet which you nodded as you took off the helmet.

Chigiri thought you were a guy but a whole woman? Now that was a surprise to him. You looked at Chigiri and chuckled. "Are you surprised?" You asked as Chigiri nodded. "Yeah, you surprised me" you and Chigiri held up a normal conversation as Chigiri then hesitated to speak, his lips parting and then closing. You tiled your head at Chigiri as you spoke, "Is something wrong?" You asked as Chigiri rubbed the back of his head. "You like night rides?" He asked, and you nodded. "Well, how about you ride in my car tonight?" You giggled. "I don't see why not"

You and chigiri rode through the streets as the moon was still high in the sky. You had to admit the car was beautiful, and the seats were comfortable, but most of all, the most beautiful thing in this car was Chigiri. You were staring at him for a bit too long before he stiffened up. "Do you have a boyfriend, R/N?" He asked, and you shook your head. There was silence for a while longer before the car stopped, and Chigiri looked at you before taking off his seat belt and pulling you into his as he kissed you. Of course, this was a shock to you, but you slowly relaxed in his touch as he unzipped your jumpsuit, squeezing your tits as he moaned before repositioning himself between your legs. "C-Chigiri, wait!" He didn't wait, pushing his tongue past your folds as you held onto his hair but letting out shaky moans, he moved his tongue further inside you, your body already threatening to collapse on you, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap Chigiri was clawing and grabbing your thighs as he was focused on making you cum "C-Chigiri I'm gonna ngh♡!" You released all over his face as you let out shaky breaths Chigiri rose up and pulled you in the backseat as he let out a shaky moan and bottomed out, sitting you on top of him.

Your hips seemed to move on their own as you grinded against the racer, his moans getting louder as he held onto your hips Chigiri's face was red as he stared up at you chasing his high as he thrusted upwards into you before a stutter in his hips causes him to cum "C-Chigiri?" You let out a breath as Chigiri sat up to meet your gaze. "Let's d-do this again sometime." You nodded, your face red as he kisses you.

#bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk #bllk smut #bllk chigiri #chigiri x you #chigiri hyoma #chigiri imagines #blue lock chigiri #chigiri x y/n #chigiri x reader #localghostsblackgirlfics! #LocalsRacerAu!

[cecilysass]

Shine On (9/16)

Read on AO3 | Tagging @today-in-fic | Some slightly M content in this chapter

Chapter 9: The Cake

Farrs Corner, Virginia February 22, 2015 7:00 pm

Given the circumstances, she’s very calm. There are many reasons not to be calm right now. So many she couldn’t possibly begin to catalog them all. But when she and Mulder finish talking to Skinner—planning for an abrupt career decision she couldn’t have seen coming this morning—Scully feels strangely at peace. She simply asks to use the bathroom and walks upstairs to take a shower.

In Mulder’s bathroom—her old bathroom—she pauses when she catches a glimpse of her face in the mirror.

She looks a little tired, but her expression is serene. Her eyes are clear.

The decision to rejoin the F.B.I. felt simple. When Skinner asked her how sure she was, she told him she felt no doubt at all. Which is remarkable, given the years she’s invested at the hospital, and given the way her stint at the Bureau ended. But when she thinks about Jackson—about what needs to be done to protect him—it’s like the path ahead of her lights up.

She searches around for a towel. Mulder’s bathroom is decidedly less tidy than when she lived here. His electric razor and shaving cream are scattered haphazardly all over the counter rather than put up in the drawer. There is a box that once contained toothpaste that he inexplicably hasn’t bothered to throw out. What could be so hard about throwing it in the trash? Doesn’t it bother him?

Of course, it’s his choice. He can keep his bathroom as messy as he likes. It’s only him here.

She undresses and steps into the shower. It’s wide, with plenty of room, and a tiled ledge almost big enough to be a seat.

They were especially fond of this shower when they first moved to the house. That first sweltering summer here, when Mulder was spending hours installing the front gate, he would come in flushed and sticky. She would step into the shower with him, and he would hum his appreciation and run his hands up and down her soap-slick body.

He could manage to sit on the ledge in the corner and brace his hands precariously against the slippery walls, and she would perch astride his lap, her small body raising and lowering over his. The water streamed over her back, down the tips of her hair on to his chest, and his groans echoed off the tile. She would remark afterwards that one of them could easily slip and end up in the ER with an embarrassing concussion, but they never did.

At the time she moved out, they hadn’t shared the shower for a long time. She reaches out to touch the tile right behind the ledge, remembering.

What are you thinking? Her hand snaps back suddenly. Who knows what Jackson can see in her mind, even from another room? She shakes her head in horrified embarrassment. Jesus. She really needs to remember that possibility, to have more self discipline.

She isn’t used to having to police her thoughts and feelings. Her mind has been the one place she has never had to hold back.

As she hurriedly helps herself to some of his shampoo, she allows her thoughts to go to Mulder again, but this time they’re PG rated. He seems so different now than he did when she left the house for good. Truthfully, he seems like a different person than the Mulder she met here a few days ago, too.

It’s strange, she thinks, as she massages the shampoo through her hair, but today he doesn’t even remind her of the man who moved into this house with her, the Mulder of ten years ago.

He reminds her more of the Mulder of the old days. Restless, quick-witted, eager. Joking with Skinner. Obviously percolating a theory. More like the Mulder of fifteen, twenty years ago.

In other words, Agent Mulder. Her partner.

She knows, deep down, that the way he’s acting helped make her decision easier, too. Because even when their personal relationship suffered, there was nothing they couldn’t do as partners.

Even the very idea of having her partner back—even just contemplating the word partner—-makes something inside of her feel warm. A feeling that is definitely more than just calm.

She raises her face towards the shower head and lets the hot water pour down over her skin. Keep control of your thoughts, she reminds herself. The shampoo smells like Mulder. She inhales the steamy air and empties her mind.

*** She comes downstairs after her shower wearing Mulder’s clothes with her hair wrapped up in a towel, and she is surprised to see Jackson draining spaghetti in the sink and Mulder stirring something in a pot with a wooden spoon.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Mulder says, looking up at her. “It’s not going to be fancy.”

“I’m hungry,” Scully says, realizing suddenly as she catches a whiff of garlic.

“Me, too,” Jackson says, his tone a little mournful. Scully looks from him to the clock on Mulder’s kitchen wall; it says 8:30. They probably should have started making dinner plans sooner, what with a child in the house.

Once, she remembers, it was her job to make sure William ate on time, every three hours. With a soundless sigh, she acknowledges that she probably wouldn’t have gone on to be the kind of parent who made sure meals happened on a schedule. She’s definitely not very good about remembering to feed herself now.

Jackson abruptly pushes an empty bowl into her hands, gesturing to the drained pasta wordlessly. She doesn’t have to read minds to get his obvious message: Stop thinking and eat.

“I’ll clear the table,” Mulder says, placing his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “Then we’ll sit and do this right.”

***

“Favorite color?” Mulder leans back in one of the dining room chairs, his fingers interlaced behind his head and his eyes on Jackson across the table.

Jackson is still eating—thirds by now—but politely tolerates the neverending series of questions.

“Blue.” Another big bite of spaghetti. Some of the jarred sauce from Trader Joe’s is on his chin. Scully slides a paper napkin across the table, but he doesn’t pick it up.

“Favorite holiday?”

Jackson considers this one, tilting his head, chewing. “Halloween?”

“Ahh,” Mulder smiles, pleased. “Good answer. Favorite movie?”

“Nobody has just one favorite movie. That’s too hard.”

“I do,” Mulder insists. “Plan 9 from Outer Space.”

“Never heard of it,” Jackson says with a shrug. “I guess if I had to choose … maybe The Avengers. Or The Incredibles or Finding Nemo.”

“Favorite game?” Mulder asks.

“Call of Duty, GTA,” recites Jackson easily. Off Mulder’s scowl, he adds quickly, “Yeah, yeah, I know. Violent and inappropriate.”

“See, you didn’t know what I was thinking that time,” Mulder says, smiling and pointing a gotcha finger. “I was thinking I meant ‘games’ like sports, I guess. Those are video games, right? What’s violent and inappropriate about them?”

“Nothing,” Jackson says quickly with a sly little smile. “If you’ve never heard anything about them, they’re absolutely fine.”

“Favorite class in school?” Scully interjects, leaning forward on the table.

Jackson turns to take her in. She’s sitting at the end of the table with her bowl pushed aside, her hands folded in front of her. He bites his lip in thought. “Math. But I also like P.E. and music.”

“Jackson’s a musician,” Mulder says, his eyes bright. It’s almost painful how proud he looks.

“That’s amazing, Jackson,” she says softly. “What do you play?”

“Guitar, but I’m not that good,” Jackson says sheepishly. “I’m still learning.”

She nods brusquely, pressing her lips together. “Favorite food?”

“Uhhh. I like tacos,” Jackson says, picking up his fork to scrape the remains of sauce off the bottom of his bowl. “And sour candy, like Sour Patch Kids? Plus sunflower seeds. My mom gets frustrated because those get everywhere, in the couch cushions and everything. I like the ranch-flavored kind.”

Scully’s eyes hold Mulder’s for only a half second, but she knows Jackson needs much less time than that to know their feelings. She feels a thrum of panic, and Jackson looks up at her on alert.

“The ranch flavored ones are disgusting,” Mulder says dismissively, after a beat. He pulls a face, and she’s amazed at his ability to keep things afloat, keep conversation flowing normally. “The only kind worth eating is the original flavor, Jackson.”

“Just plain?” Jackson says in disbelief.

“Some things are classics.”

“Get with the times, Mulder,” Jackson says, flashing him a little smile.

***

After dinner, Mulder improbably produces a birthday cake sitting atop a too-small plate, which he carries gingerly to the table.

He has dimmed the lights, even though the cake has no candles. It has an abundance of pink icing roses and is inscribed with her name: Happy Birthday, Scully.

“Oh Mulder,” she says, biting her lip with pleasure. “What is this?”

“Better help me sing, Jackson,” he says as he sets it down in front of Scully. “I’m not the one with a band.”

And so on the eve of her 51st birthday, she hears William sing her happy birthday for the first time. His early adolescent voice and Mulder’s baritone blend perfectly. She can think of nothing more beautiful.

“How did you manage this?” she says to Mulder, the words an effort. She’s trying not to let on exactly how moved she is. For Jackson’s sake, it seems better to keep all her emotions as small as possible.

“I bought it at the bakery and carried it to the car when you were in the bathroom,” Mulder says triumphantly. “It was Jackson’s idea, actually.”

Her head swivels to look at Jackson in astonishment, but he stares down at the pink icing roses, embarrassed. She can’t think of how he would even know it was her birthday. Had Mulder thought about it? Discussed it? That seems highly unlikely, given everything else going on and Mulder’s general forgetfulness on this topic.

Maybe Jackson heard her childishly fantasizing about Mulder surprising her today, way back before she even got in the car. That idea makes her feel ashamed. It must make her seem so petty and small.

“What size piece do you want, Birthday Girl?” Mulder asks, going to retrieve a knife and plates. “Big or giant?”

“Not too big,” protests Scully. “I’m full.”

“But it’s your birthday cake,” Mulder says. “And I was told it’s really good cake.”

“I’ll take a giant piece,” Jackson offers. “If you’re asking.”

Mulder cuts three generous pieces, despite Scully’s protests, and there is a moment of silence as they all three lift their forks to taste it.

“Hmmmm,” Mulder says. “I think that’s caramel filling. Good, right?”

“Mmmmm,” Jackson agrees, his mouth full.

Scully nods her agreement, too, and for a little while, they eat, and she enjoys this birthday cake with two people she’d long given up on having birthday cake with. Is this possible, she wonders? Could this become normal, after all this time?

She doesn’t remember how to have hope about having this any more. It isn’t possible. Not for her. Not for them.

Her eyes fall on Jackson again, and she’s reminded uneasily of the conversation with Mulder at the bakery.

Someone took him from Wyoming. From his actual parents, his life, his home. Someone delivered him here. Someone purposely inserted him back in their lives, artificially making this dream come true.

There’s a catch. There’s always a catch, and while Jackson doesn’t understand the full picture, they understand more, and they have to protect him.

She takes a breath, trying to think of the best approach.

“Jackson,” Scully says casually, setting her fork down. “Mulder tells me that someone brought you here. To Virginia, all the way from Wyoming.”

“Yeah,” Jackson says, lifting another forkful of cake to his mouth. His eyes flash up towards hers guardedly, and the expression reminds her of Mulder, especially Mulder when she first knew him.

“And that you don’t want to tell us who that was.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I can’t,” Jackson says. He’s stopped eating now, and is looking down at his plate.

“All right,” Scully says. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just… we’re worried about that. I can’t think of good reasons why that would need to be kept a secret. We’re worried that the people who brought you here…”

“Are the same people who killed my parents,” finishes Jackson dully. “And the same people coming after us now.”

“Yes,” Scully says as gently as she can. “That’s right.”

“I know you’re worried about that.” Jackson sets his fork down, too. His gaze turns from her to Mulder. “I know you both are, I can feel it.” His hand curls into a tight fist on top of the table. “But you have to trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

“It’s not that we don’t trust you—”

“I mean, it is,” he interrupts. “It’s exactly that you don’t trust me. It’s that you don’t trust me to know who I can depend on and who I can’t. Which is kind of ironic considering I’m the one who reads minds.”

“If there are people who know where you are,” Scully says, keeping her tone reasonable, “and we don’t even know their identity, who else they might have spoken to… it’s harder for us to protect you.”

Jackson scoots his chair back with a sharp squeak. “Well,” he says, not meeting her eyes, “guess it’s a good thing I do all right protecting myself.”

“Jackson,” Mulder says softly, “we’re just worried.”

“I know,” he says darkly. “I know you’re worried. If there is one thing I know, it’s what you’re feeling. Especially her.” He looks mutinously at Scully.

Scully hunts desperately for her next words, trying to think of what to say, of what can make him understand.

“You know what?” Jackson stands up. “I’m pretty tired. Thank you for the cake. I think I’m going to go upstairs and go to bed.”

Scully feels this sting keenly. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Really,” Jackson says. “I just want to go to sleep. Please. That’s all.”

Scully places her palms flat on the table and swallows.

“Okay,” she says hollowly. “I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Let us know if you need anything,” Mulder adds.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Jackson says in a stilted, formal voice.

He turns and walks upstairs, and Scully rises from her chair, watching his every step.

She wills her tears back furiously, feeling so intensely angry at herself she is practically breathless.

“Scully.” Across the table, Mulder’s face is full of concern. She stares shakily back at him, clinging to the back of her chair.

“I … messed that up,” she says tightly. Some tears slip through. “I’m not as good at this as you.”

“No,” Mulder says gently. “No. You were right to ask him again. It’s important.”

“I just wish I had waited. We were having a nice evening. It was … going better.”

“He’s thirteen. He’s been through a lot.” Mulder stands up, walks around the table to stand next to her. “Scully, sometimes it’s going to go well, and sometimes it’s not.”

He puts his arms around her, and she allows this comfort, pressing her cheek to his chest. He smells so good, like the clean citrus scent of his shampoo, the same scent in her own hair. A little sob escapes her. She hopes Jackson can’t feel the ripple of it upstairs.

“Could you see anything in his mind?” she whispers into Mulder’s chest. “When I asked about how he got here?”

“No,” Mulder admits, speaking low into her ear. “I only see into his mind every once in a while, and it’s stupid and inconsistent.” He laughs in self-deprecation, and the light tickle of his breaths reaches the shell of her ear, sending a ripple of tingles through her. “I could hear him thinking about how hungry he was earlier. That’s why I started dinner.”

Scully hums back her understanding in response, but it’s muffled by his shirt.

“Come on, g-woman. Let’s go sit,” Mulder suggests, pulling back to look at her.

He tugs her over to sit on the couch, and they both sink down on the cushions side by side, their legs stretched out in front of them, their shoulders nearly touching.

“We’re going to be able to do this,” Mulder says. “It’s overwhelming right now, but we’re going to figure it out, Scully.”

His voice is low, gentle and rumbly, and fills her with the overpowering urge to touch him. She nods, cautiously.

“Skinner seemed pretty confident that reopening the X-files could be a go,” Mulder remarks.

“He did,” she agrees.

“That would be something, wouldn’t it?” Mulder’s voice is awed. “After so long.”

“We should be able to look into his parents’ murders unofficially right away,” Scully says, eyeing him sideways. “As soon as we get access to the servers.”

Mulder’s head bobs in a nod. “Yeah.”

“Does it worry you at all, Mulder? Going back to the FBI?”

“Of course not,” he says, rotating his head towards her. “Not with you there.” His eyes are soft and full of wonder. “I’m amazed. At so much of what has happened.”

She considers him, suddenly overcome with temptation. Probably she shouldn’t. But he’s so beautiful, so effortlessly strong and indefatigable right now. Without thinking about it, she reaches out and runs a fingertip along his jawline.

His eyes widen, alert, a furrow in his forehead.

She leans toward him and lightly ghosts her lips against his, once, twice, finally pressing in to gently kiss him. It feels so good, so simple. Like not thinking about anything. Through his body, so close to hers, she can sense his surprise, his tensed muscles. He doesn’t kiss her back right away.

Slowly he relaxes, touches her waist, kisses her tenderly, carefully. Her hands slide down to take hold of the collar of his sweater, fisting handfuls of the fabric tightly.

She lets her lips hover over his a moment. “I’ve missed you, Mulder.” The words are barely breath.

She feels him stiffen again. Very slowly he pulls back, his expression inscrutable.

“What?” she says. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, exactly,” he says, his eyes wet. “This is what I want. What I’ve wanted since the moment you left. It’s just…”

Her fingers trail up and down the back of his neck. “What?”

“Even a few days ago, it sure didn’t seem like what you wanted.” He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Scully, there have been so many changes today.”

“I know,” she says, feeling a flush of frustration. “I thought maybe we could … together …”

He nods slowly, as if this is what he expected, and he starts to scoot away from her on the couch. “I understand,” he says. “But I think we should wait to … start anything like this … right now.”

He doesn’t sound angry. He sounds worried, and she doesn’t understand why. Why isn’t it enough that she says she misses him? Why can’t they take this comfort in how they feel about one another?

“Why? What are you looking for, Mulder?” Her voice sounds awful, some unholy combination of tearful and sarcastic. “You’re looking for some grand resolution? For me to say it was a mistake to split up in the first place? That I was entirely wrong and you were entirely right?”

“No,” he says quietly. “No, of course not.” He runs his hands down the side of his face. “I just want to be sure it’s … not just the rush of finding William again. Of getting the X-files back.”

She feels irrationally mortified, and she sits up straight, her face now flushing hot. “All right,” she says, turning away. “All right.”

“It’s not that—”

“I didn’t think it needed to be so complicated,” she observes sharply.

“Scully,” he says plaintively. “It’s been an intense day for everyone. And…” He looks away. “We have to work together again. No matter what. For his sake. Don’t you see? It can’t be… unclear.”

Scully smooths her hair back, trying to absorb that statement. It is both logical and intensely painful—that he finds it easier to resist, apparently.

“It’s a bad idea with Jackson upstairs anyway,” she comments, lowering her voice. “I don’t know what I was thinking. What if he’s picking up on all of this?”

“Yeah,” admits Mulder.

They sit there in a pause that seems to stretch out forever.

“Scully,” Mulder begins, “please don’t think that I am saying—”

“I understand,” she interrupts. “I get it, Mulder.”

“Do you want to talk? Watch TV?”

“What are our sleeping arrangements tonight?” Her voice is so cold, and she knows it’s not really fair. “He’s sleeping in the guest room.”

Mulder’s eyes examine her. “You can take the bed. I’ll sleep down here.”

“It’s your bed,” she says. “You take it, and I’ll sleep here. This couch is too small for you anyway. Just find me a pillow and some blankets.”

He hesitates, obviously wanting to argue, but seems to take her expression seriously. “Okay,” he says.

When he goes off to look for some bedding, she puts her head in her hands. It’s going to be fine, she tells herself. He’s probably right to slow her down. She’s acting too impulsively.

So much today has been an incredible gift. So much seems like she’s been handed another chance at everything she ever wanted. And yet somehow she feels as alone as she ever has.

***

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garden path ✿ by crossingwithlyss on ig

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[clouseplayssims]

Oregon Trail Challenge

To begin with, randomize 8 families. One of these households will be the Leader and will pick one of the options below. You may choose to play all the households in rotation or play solely the Leader and install Story Progression to have the other households move forward.

It is advised that you install CC such as wagons, oxen, horses, etc. but not required. You can go full Mad Max if you want to - you do you!

It is advised to set up identical lots, place families, and then set family funds. There are no rules regarding the beginning lot.

Select a career for the Leader

Banker

Start off with $5,000 simoleons.

Carpenter

Start off with (3) wood planks, (3) nails, and all sims in household have 4 logic skill points.

Start off with $1,000 simoleons.

Farmer

Start off with extra fridge.

Once a career is selected sims can purchase supplies at Matt's General Store - oxen to pull the wagon, food, clothing, ammunition, and spare wagon parts.

Start off with $800 simoleons.

THE CHALLENGE

The challenge will take 16 sim days to complete. Due to delay mechanic, these will be referred to as tiles. Sims have 20 days to reach the end of the trail before winter sets in.

There are several landmarks such as a river crossing or a fort. Each landmark has different choices available to the player, such as purchasing supplies at a fort, talking to fellow travelers at a geographic landmark, or choosing how to cross a river.

Rivers can be crossed by fording the river, caulking the wagon and floating across, or in some cases by paying for a ferry; the chance of crossing without failure, which can result in losing supplies or damaging the wagon, depends on the state of the river and the weather.

As the party progresses further along the trail, the prices for supplies rise. At two landmarks, the player can choose to take a "cut-off", or shortcut; these paths are shorter but bypass the next landmark, a fort.

Sims have 20 days to reach the end of the trail before winter sets in. Once winter sets in, Winter Handicap applies.

Roll d6 every day to determine if a random event occurs. An odd roll means an event occurs - roll for event.

Sims may hunt any day on the trail, however hunting delays by 1 day.

THE TRAIL

Pre-Trail Matt's General Store Tile 1 - Trail Tile 2 - Trail Tile 3 - River Tile 4 - Fort Crumplebottom (5% markup on supplies) Tile 5 - Jail Rocks Landmark Tile 6 - Trail Tile 7 - River Tile 8 - Chimney Rocks Landmark Tile 9 - Fort Goth (10% markup on supplies) Tile 10 - Independence Rock Landmark Tile 11 - River Tile 12 - Fort Lothario (15% markup on supplies) Tile 13 - Trail Tile 14 - Trail Tile 15 - Fort Caliente (20% markup on supplies) Tile 16 - Trail

You've reached the Pleasantview Valley!

RIVER CROSSING

Rivers can be crossed by fording the river, caulking the wagon and floating across, or in some cases by paying for a ferry; the chance of crossing without failure, which can result in losing supplies or damaging the wagon, depends on the state of the river and the weather.

---Fording the River

Roll a d10 for survival. D1 is an automatic drowning. Having a body skill level of 4 or higher automatically ensures survival.

---Caulking the Wagon

Roll a d10 for survival. D1 is an automatic drowning. Having a body skill level of 3 or higher automatically ensures survival.

---Ferry

Costs $100 simoleons per wagon.

LANDMARK

Sims have an option to visit the landmark and talk to other travelers. Max motives to be used on all sims within the wagon train. Visiting landmark does delay by 1 day.

WINTER HANDICAP

If the wagon trail hasn't completed all 16 tiles after 20 days they will be handicapped.

Change all seasons to winter.

RoS to be rolled for all households every day.

If it snows in game, delayed an additional day.

HUNTING

If the player chooses to hunt they should go to community lot set up with Sun & Moon hunting objects. Must use ammunition (use whatever you'd like to represent this - for example, I used a deco rifle as an example for a day's worth of bullets) and remain on lot for 24 hours. Will delay wagon train by 1 day.

OTHER PENALTIES

There is a penalty for losing all livestock - it will take 2 days to complete 1 tile.

RANDOM OCCURRENCE SCENARIOS

Roll d6: D1/D4 Injury/Sickness, D2/D5 Event, D3/D6 Delay. Optional: roll D6 again for delay - odd the delay stands, even can disregard.

Injury/Sickness (d12)

1 Buffalo Stampede

Every sim has to roll a d6 for survival. Rolling a 1 means the sim will die. Drop energy of all impacted sims to 25%. -Having a body skill level of 4 or higher automatically overrules survival roll.

2 Hypothermia/Frostbite Every sim has to roll a d10 for survival. Rolling a 1 means the sim will die. Change sim temp to freezing. -Having a body skill level of 4 or higher automatically overrules survival roll.

3 Heatstroke Every sim has to roll a d10 for survival. Rolling a 1 means the sim will die. Change sim temp to heatstroke. -Having a body skill level of 4 or higher automatically overrules survival roll.

4 Accidental Gunshot Roll to determine which sim was shot. Roll a d6 for survival. Rolling a 1 means the sim will die. Roll d6 every day for the next 5 days to determine if infection sets in. -Having a body skill level of 4 or higher automatically overrules survival roll.

5 Animal Bite Roll to determine which sim was bit. Roll a d10 to determine extent of injuries. (1 extreme to 10 mild) Rolling a 1 means the sim has rabies. Roll d6 every day for the next 5 days to determine if infection sets in.

6 Mild Sickness (Cold, Flu) Roll to determine which sim is impacted, give them a cold via game mechanics.

7 Burned by Campfire Roll to determine which sim was burned. Roll d6 every day for the next 2 days to determine if infection sets in.

8 Broken bone (arm, foot, hand, hip, or leg) Roll to determine which sim was injured. Roll d6 every day for the next 2 days to determine if infection sets in. Impacted sim must rest in bed for the duration. Optional: use CC cast to indicate injury.

9 Serious Sickness (Cholera, Consumption, Diphtheria, Dysentery, Grippe, Malaria, Measles, Pneumonia, Scarlet Fever, Scurvy, Smallpox, Typhoid Fever, Water Poisoning) Roll to determine which sim is impacted, give them a pneumonia via game mechanics.

10 Food Poisoning Roll to determine which sims are impacted. Roll a d6 for survival. Rolling a 1 means the sim will die.- Having an interest level of 4 or higher in Health automatically overrules survival roll.

11 Snakebite Roll to determine which sim was bitten. Roll a d6 for survival. Rolling a 1 means the sim will die. Roll d6 for the next 1 day to determine if infection sets in. -Having a body skill level of 4 or higher automatically overrules survival roll.

12 Poison Ivy Roll to determine which sim is impacted, give them poison ivy via game mechanics.

-----INFECTION Infection sets in if a 1 is rolled. There are three levels of infection. If I sim rolls for an infection and reaches level 2, they must roll and go back down to 1 before getting better.

Level 1 - mild, fever/chills. Give sim cold via game mechanics.

Level 2 - more severe, all motives to drop by 50%.

Level 3 - death.

Event (d10)

1 Prairie fire Every sim has to roll a d6 for survival. Rolling a 1 means the sim will die. -Having a body skill level of 4 or higher automatically overrules survival roll.

2 Strangers Approach Roll a d6 to determine if this is a positive (odd) or negative (even) event. -Having a charisma skill level of 4 or higher automatically overrules negative roll.

Positive - roll to see what the party gains. 1 $100 in Simoleons 2 Wagon 3 Oxen 4 Food 5 Clothing 6 Equipment

Negative - roll to see what the strangers take from the party. 1 $100 in Simoleons 2 Wagon 3 Oxen 4 Food 5 Clothing 6 Equipment

3 Abandoned Wagons Roll d6 to determine which abandoned wagon they find. ***You may other create 6 abandoned wagon lots or randomize from buy mode what is found.

4 Missing Person or Livestock Roll to determine which sim or animal is missing. Can choose to delay travel and roll to look or to move on. If delay is chosen, roll a d6 to determine if sim/animal is found - rolling a 6 means the search is successful. -Having a logic skill level of 4 or higher increases chance of finding lost sim/animal by +2.

5 Theft Roll to see which sim gains thief trait. They must attempt to swipe an item every day they are on the trail.

6 Wild Fruits/Vegetables Gain d6 amount of food.

7 Death of Livestock Roll to determine which livestock die.

8 Drowning (almost) Roll to determine which sim is impacted. Drop energy to 25%.

9 Spoiled Food All meat has spoiled and must be removed from inventory.

10 Found Fresh Water Roll d10 to determine how many buckets to put in inventory.

Delays (d6)

1 Severe Weather (thunderstorm, fog, duststorm, hailstorm, etc.) Roll d4 to determine how many days the wagon train is delayed.

2 Quicksand Ahead Roll d4 to determine how many days the wagon train is delayed.

3 Obstructed Path (fallen rocks and boulders) Roll d4 to determine how many days the wagon train is delayed.

4 Livestock is injured. Can choose to delay or to put animal down.

5 Animals Exhausted Delayed 1 day.

6 Wagon accident (Tipped Wagon, wagon caught on fire, broken parts, Wagon stuck in mud or deep sand, etc.) Delayed 1 day. Must use wagon parts to repair or wagon must be abandoned. -Having a mechanical skill level of 4 or higher always wagon to be repaired without parts.

#oregon trail challenge

[daisies-daydreams]

Office Hours - Chapter 9

Pairing: None (for this chapter) Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Panic Attacks, Emotional Trauma, Depictions of Weed, Descriptions of Vomiting Word Count: TBA

Summary: Friday finally comes and you still have a decision to make. Meanwhile, a familiar face reappears while you’re going about your day…

A/N: I honestly never intended for this to be longer than five chapters, but here we are. 🤷‍♀️

Ch. 8 <- • -> Ch. 10 (Final Chapter)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Can’t wait to see you tonight”

You scanned over the text you just received from Hobie, your cheeks flushing as your heart skipped a beat. You gasped when you nearly ran into someone and dropped your phone.

“Sor-“ your eyes widened as Miles held up his hands. 

“Welp, that’s one way to greet someone” he chuckled. Your eyes lit up as you embraced him. Your friend grunted as you squeezed him in a tight bear hug. “Missed me?” Miles laughed while he handed your phone to you. You nodded. His dark brows furrowed as he scanned your face. 

“You okay?” he asked. Your small smile faltered a little as you squeezed your phone. 

“Yeah, it’s just been a long week,” you said. 

“Mhm,” Miles hummed in agreement. You raised a brow. 

“What do you mean ‘mhm’? You were in crystal clear waters for like a week!” you said before flicking his arm. Miles laughed as he dramatically recoiled. 

“San Juan isn’t just one big beach you know,” he clicked his tongue before flicking your arm back. Your smile returned as you tucked your phone in your hoodie pocket.

“Well, I’d love to hear all about it over coffee,” you hummed. Miles sighed.

“Sorry (Y/N), I’m in Parker’s next class,” Miles shrugged. His eyes widened as he watched the door start to close. “Which is starting now,” he said with a bit of an apologetic grin.

“See you later,” you waved before he slipped into the room. You sighed before making your way down the hall and out the building. 

The frigid air nipped at your exposed face as you trudged towards your favorite coffee shop in the Student Center. You shivered and wiped your boots on the rug as soon as you stepped inside the lobby. Christmas decorations hung over your head as you breathed on your hands. You felt a little lighter than usual as you walked into the coffee shop, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wafting through the air. 

“Welcome to The Black Cat! What can I get started for you?” a platinum blonde barista chirped as you strolled up to the counter. You mirrored her expression as you gazed at the menu. 

“Hmm, I’ll have a grande hot chocolate with extra whipped cream please,” you grinned. 

“Make that two,” a familiar voice said behind you. 

The whites of your eyes grew as your blood ran cold. You didn’t dare to turn around to see his gaze pierce into your being. Your body tensed while you heard a step taken behind you, a massive shadow looming over your smaller form. 

“Hello, (Y/N),” Miguel said in an low, hushed voice. Time stood still as your feet remained frozen to the tiled floor. 

“Is this guy bothering you, hon?” the barista asked as she narrowed her blue eyes at the man. You swallowed thickly as you gripped the straps of your backpack. Her words barely registered before you started to slink away, your face frozen in a dazed expression as you quickly walked out the door. 

“(Y/N), hold on,” Miguel called. Your hairs stood on end as he caught up to you. 

“Can’t you see I don’t want to talk to you?!” you snapped. Your professor quickly rushed around you, planting himself in your path like a brick wall. You flared your nostrils and looked down at your feet as he towered over you. 

“I know that what I did to you was wrong,” he began. You bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes stung with bitter tears. “Listen, I really don’t think this is a good place to have this discussion. Please, just come to my office and-“ 

“And what, Miguel? Are you gonna fuck me again while thinking about your wife?” you hissed as you shot him a menacing glare. You frowned when your eyes landed on his face. It was much more gaunt now with dark bags lingering beneath his red eyes. The man before you took a deep breath. 

“No…I actually want to apologize to you about what I did,” he confessed. The gears in your head were rapidly turning as you took a step back. 

“What. You. Did,” you repeated as you gripped your straps again. The pain inside you quickly formed into a billowing storm cloud, consuming your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. “What you did can’t be fixed by one conversation, Miguel,” you choked. His eyes softened as he held up his hands. 

“Muñeca, please. I’m…I’m sorry,” Miguel sighed as he reached his hand out towards you [Doll]. You took another big step back as you watched him like a rabbit eyeing a hungry fox. You instantly regretted what you said next, but there was no going back. 

“Who are you apologizing to? Me or Mari?” you huffed. Miguel’s body immediately tensed at your phrase, a blend of sorrow and rage dancing in his dark brown eyes. 

“Don’t bring her into this,” he said with a clenched jaw. Your throat grew tight as you glanced at him up and down, the apprehension inside of you eating your heart alive. 

“You know what? No, just-no. I’m done with this conversation…I’m done with you,” you said before turning on your heel. You gasped as he grabbed your backpack, your body nearly falling backwards before he let go. You straightened your shoulders as you gave Miguel a sideways glance. His breathing was a bit ragged now as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. 

“Please, (Y/N),” he murmured, his eyes pleading and glossy. You simply shook your head as you backed away. You don’t remember much after that, other than the chilled air crashing over you as you rushed to the bus stop. You gasped as you stumbled over your own feet, your heart pounding and head spinning. You caught yourself against the cold metal of the bud shelter. Snowflakes glided across your puffy cheeks as you took a shaky breath.

“Did that really just happen?” you thought as a wave of nausea washed over you. You shivered before slipping your arms around yourself, your body feeling heavier by the second. 

“He’s hurting,” the voice chastised you. You felt yourself grow smaller beneath the dark, snowy sky. “He’s hurting and you just left him there,” it hissed. 

“No,” tears ran down your cheeks as you shook your head. 

“You’re horrible,” the voice snapped. 

“Just leave me alone,” you muttered as your body wound into itself. The low hum of the bus thankfully pulled you out of the maelstrom of your thoughts. You sniffed as it pulled up to the small shelter, your legs feeling frozen to the bench. The door creaked open, the apathetic bus driver gazing forward as you climbed inside. 

The world around you grew even colder as you slipped into a seat. A few people scrolled through their phones as the bus lurched forward, a Christmas song muffling through the speakers. It took everything in you to keep yourself together, your eyes red and throat tight. You just barely made it to your stop, rushing off of the bus before the doors creaked shut behind you. 

You sighed as you carried yourself inside, your head tilted down as you slowly walked towards your dorm. 

There’s no way in hell you could make it to the concert tonight. Not when you were this close to falling apart again. 

Your hand shook as you tried to slip your key into the slot. You felt a fresh stream of tears trickle down your face as you finally heard the door unlock. You pushed yourself inside and gasped as Peni walked out of the bathroom. Her bright smile immediately fell when she saw your tear-stained cheeks. 

“(Y/N)?” she asked. You immediately brushed by her and swung your bedroom door closed. You heard her softly knocking as you shut yourself inside. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” she asked. 

“Go away, Peni,” you said as you tossed your backpack to the side. Silence lingered from the other side of your door for what felt like hours. You sighed as you sank onto your bed. 

“(Y/N)…please, just let me in for a little bit,” she said, her voice cracking. You gripped your comforter as you sniffed, your body trembling as hot, heavy tears fell onto your lap. 

“You wouldn’t understand,” you muttered. Your door cracked open a little, revealing Peni’s solemn expression. You perked your head up when you saw her glossy eyes. 

“Maybe not. But it won’t stop me from trying to be here for you,” she sniffed. You glanced back down at your feet before tilting your head to the side. Peni slowly came towards you, her footsteps soft and light. “Can I sit down?” she asked. You nodded slowly, eyes still set on your black boots. Your friend sank onto your bed, her hands clasped together in her lap. The only sound in your room was the low hum of your space heater for a while.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. You shook your head as your shoulders tensed. Peni hummed and nodded, her feet shifting side to side. 

“Why am I so stupid?” you suddenly said out loud. Peni tilted her head. 

“Why do you say that?” she asked. You frowned and sniffed again. 

“I don’t know. I just feel like I am,” you muttered. Peni sighed. 

“Well, just ‘cause you feel something doesn’t mean it’s true, right?” she asked. You blinked as you knitted your brows. 

“Right,” you sighed before falling back on your mattress. You let out a long sigh as you gazed up at the stark white ceiling. “I don’t think I can make it to the concert tonight,” you said. Peni shifted at the end of your bed. 

“(Y/N), I know I’m not a licensed therapist or anything, but maybe going out could be good for you,” she smiled. You squeezed your hands together as you blinked away several more tears. 

“What’s the point?” you huffed. Peni bit the inside of her cheek before she perked her head up. 

“C’mon, Cinderella. Your fairy godmother’s here to help,” she said as she stood up and held out her hand. You couldn’t help but snort out a quiet laugh. 

“What does that even mean?” you sighed as you threw your arms at your sides. Peni hummed as she stood up and walked over to the closet. You furrowed your brows as you sat up while she sorted through your clothes. Your friend smiled triumphantly as she held out a black dress that tied at the back of your neck. 

“It means that I’m not gonna let my friend be by herself on a nice Friday evening, especially when there’s a ball to go to,” Peni winked. Your eyes sparkled a little before you frowned. 

“Thanks, Peni. But I don’t see how some makeup and a nice dress will fix…this,” you said as you gestured to yourself. Peni clicked her tongue as she invited herself to look through your jewelry. 

“It won’t,” she shrugged before turning around. You watched as the shorter girl strolled over to you with your heart choker in hand. “But you still deserve to have fun, no matter how you feel about yourself,” she smiled ear to ear. Your heart melted at her words as she held the dress and choker out towards you. You gripped your hands as she patiently waited for you to take it. 

“C’mon, sis,” she urged with a sparkle in her eye. You bounced your leg for a little bit before sighing. Peni smiled triumphantly as you took your clothes from her. She turned around to give you some privacy, humming to herself as she rocked on her heels. A small smile crept on your face as you gazed down at the dress, your heart feeling a little bit stronger than it did before. 

****

To say the place was packed would’ve been an understatement. 

“This way! Gwen saved us some spots in the front row!” Peni yelled above the chatter. You tried not to step on anyone’s feet as you stumbled in your black combat boots. The smell of cigarette smoke and something a bit more…pungent wafted through the air. You wrinkled your nose as you ran through a dense cloud of smoke. 

You noticed a few people staring at you as you were tugged along. Peni was practically shaking with excitement when the two of you finally made it up front. You glanced up at the stage, a fog machine steadily releasing a fine cloud across the dimly lit floor. You touched the heart charm on your choker, squeezing the cold metal between your fingertips as your heart raced. 

This would be the first time you’ve seen Hobie since Thanksgiving. You bit your lip as the crowd began to cheer, the band smiling as they strolled onto the stage. Gwen’s eyes lit up when she saw you, waving her hand rapidly before slipping behind her drum set. A reverent silence fell over the crowd as Hobie walked onto the stage. 

You felt your chest tighten as you locked eyes. He looked near angelic, his skin slightly glistening with sweat and soft eyes beckoning your attention. The crowd erupted with applause as he took the mic. 

“How’re we doin’ tonight New York?” Hobie said, his voice reverberating inside the smoky venue. You flinched a little as the crowd roared even louder with applause, the loud sound crashing over you like a wave. “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear!” he chuckled. You froze when the two of you locked eyes, time slowing to a standstill. Hobie parted his lips as little as he gave you a warm, gentle smile. 

“I’d like to shake things up a little tonight by turning it over to the one and only: Glory Grant!” Hobie announced before strolling over to a beautiful woman in dark ripped jeans and a t-shirt with the band’s logo. She took it from Hobie with a small grin before raising it to her lips. 

“Alright, you animals. This one’s not an original, but I think a few of you might be familiar with this little ditty,” she smirked. She turned back to Gwen who gave a short nod before raising her drumsticks. 

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” your roommate shouted before Glory began to yell into the microphone. You felt your body tingle with electricity the second Hobie’s nimble fingers began to glide across his guitar strings. The audience cheered and jumped around as the melodious notes cascaded through the crowded space. 

You couldn’t help but move around a little yourself, your hips swaying side to side as Glory’s voice echoed from the mic. A smile slowly but surely crept onto your face as you danced with your friend, your loose hair whipping around wildly as you raised your hands above your head. 

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this alive: your heart pumping and body moving to the beat. You and Hobie locked eyes again. He flashed you a bright smile as he continued to strum on his guitar, his puffy wicks bouncing as he nodded his head to the rhythm. 

“Are you trying to dance?” someone shouted next to you. You jumped before rolling your eyes. 

“Christ Miles, you scared the shit out of me,” you laughed. Miles chuckled before he started to move with the two of you. The song swelled and dipped before Glory pulled out a megaphone. 

“Repeat after me! Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp!” Glory shouted into the megaphone. You joined in the crowd, shouting at the top of your lungs while Glory marched with the beat. “Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” she yelled, her voice static and crunchy. 

“Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” you and Peni shouted together before giggling. You continued to jump around before your mouth started to grow parched. You smacked your lips. 

“I’m gonna go get something to drink. Do you want anything?” you yelled. Peni and Miles shook their heads. 

“You want me to come with you?” Peni shouted, her high-pitched voice shrill in your ear. 

“Nah, I’ll be okay,” you smiled. Your friend nodded as the song began to come to a close. You excused yourself past several people before eventually strolling to the bar at the back of the venue. 

Your heart was still thumping as you eyed the scruffy bartender. He leaned against the bar as you slotted yourself between two very inebriated men. 

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked.

“Do you have anything that can help someone have a good time?” you said. The bartender simply nodded before throwing the towel over his broad shoulder. 

“I’ve got just the thing. It packs a punch, though,” he replied.

“That’s fine,” you said, the song coming to a close as you smiled. The bartender gave a short nod before stepping away to make your drink. One of the men beside you gently nudged your shoulder. You blinked you glanced over, a lopsided smile plastered on his face. 

“Hey, kid. Don’t listen to that guy. If you wanna have a good time, just smoke one of these,” he slurred as he slipped a joint out of his jeans pocket. Your eyes widened a little, the piece of wrapped Marijuana almost taunting you as he lazily flicked it side to side. 

“That’s nice of you to offer, but no thank you,” you gave an uneasy smile as you tried to stand up straight. You wrinkled your nose when he slung an arm around your shoulder, his breath wreaking of musty weed and hard liquor. 

“Aw, c’mon baby. Where’s your sense of adventure?” he snorted. 

“Lay off her, John,” the bartender snapped with a scowl. The man huffed as he slipped his arm off of you. 

“The fuck is your problem, Eddie?” the man growled. Eddie squared up a little with your drink in his hand. 

“You - you’re my problem. Now get your shit together or leave,” he growled. John’s eyes flickered with annoyance before he spit on the counter. 

“Fuck you,” he hissed before wobbling away. The bartender sighed as he shook his head. 

“Sorry about that,” Eddie apologized. 

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” you replied. The man chuckled as he slid his drink over to you. You tilted your head at the dark colored beverage. “What is this?” you shouted as the volume of the song swelled. 

“Something new I came up with! I call it Venom!” Eddie shouted back. You glanced back down at your drink, tapping your fingertip against the cold glass. You licked your lips before taking a swig from the drink. Your tongue was immediately overwhelmed with the taste of coffee liqueur and vodka. You smacked your lips as you swallowed the beverage, a slight burn tingling in your throat. 

“So?” the bartender asked. You waited a few seconds, letting the flavors linger. 

“It’s a little tart,” you said while wrinkling your nose. “But not bad,” you tilted your head when a sweetness coated your tongue. 

“Good, ‘cause you’re the first person besides myself to try it,” Eddie laughed. 

“Glad to be of service,” you said before handing the bartender a $10. “Thanks for the drink, you can keep the change,” you smiled. Eddie gave you a thankful grin before pocketing the money. Someone else came up to the bar as you turned back around, ready to brave the crowd again.

****

You were clumsily swaying along to the music, your cup barely hanging between your fingers. Your head was spinning wildly as you shuffled your feet. You snorted and giggled to yourself before taking another sip, only to find the glass completely empty. 

“Aw man,” you pouted. Your eyes were half-lidded as Peni rested a hand on your shoulder. 

“You wanna head out? You’re looking a bit…sleepy,” your friend said. You blew a raspberry as you nearly stumbled over your own two feet. 

“Ahhhh I’m fine, see?” you held your hands out, accidentally tossing your cup aside. Peni gasped as you stumbled back, a trail of spit falling from the corner of your mouth. 

“C’mon, (Y/N). Let’s just get an Uber and head home,” Miles said. You paid no mind as your attention lingered on the stage in front of you. Your pupils dilated when you saw Hobie shredding on his guitar, his movements hypnotizing and drawing you forward. You hiccuped as you pushed past two raving fan girls, your breasts pushing against the edge of the stage as you reached up at him. 

The Brit gazed down at you, his body highlighted with a bright backlight. God, he really was an angel. 

“I love you, Hobie Brown!” you screamed wildly as you threw your arms up. Hobie grinned as he stepped closer, but as soon as he did, you felt a strong burning sensation rise in your throat. Your body shook as you opened your mouth and vomited all over his combat boots, staining the dark faux leather. 

A loud, collective “oooh” rang out behind you. Tears pricked at your eyes as you coughed and sputtered. The wretched, acidic taste glued to your tongue as you dared not to tilt your head up. Hobie simply froze on stage while several flashes of light erupted behind you. The crowd was in a frenzy as he slipped his guitar from his shoulder and hopped off the stage. 

“C’mon lovie,” he urged you as he stepped in front of the people recording you with their phones. 

“Where are we going?” you slurred as he led you towards a big, black door. You watched as Miles and Peni were held back by security while you and Hobie slipped backstage. The fluorescent lights above you were blinding as the two of you made your way down a short hallway. You felt a small ounce of remorse as you saw Hobie’s tense face, his plump lips drawn in a tight frown. Your mouth felt dry.

“Hobieeeee,” you drawled. The lanky man glanced down at you as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I loooove you, Hobie,” you slurred. He sighed. 

“I know, love. C’mon and rest back here, yeah?” Hobie nodded at another security team member as he took you into a green room.

“Hey, what’re we doing here?” you babbled. Hobie gripped your hand a little tighter. A wave of warmth washed over you as your friend grabbed a few tissues and wiped at your lips. He exhaled as he looked at your elated expression. “What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?” you sniffed, your emotions switching like the flip of a coin. Hobie patted your hand as he bit the inside of his cheek. 

“Not mad…it just breaks my heart to see you do this to yourself,” he said softly, a broken solemnity in his deep, brown eyes. Your dizzy smile shifted into a frown as he cupped your cheek. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” Hobie said in a more firm voice. You felt your heart crack as foggy memories of Miguel resurfaced. Your bottom lip trembled as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Hobie,” you whispered in a strained voice. The tall man kneeling in front of you leaned down and pecked your forehead. 

“I’m sorry, love. We have three more songs, but my friend Ben here’s gonna take care of you,” Hobie reassured you while tilting his head towards the security man. You sniffed and gripped his hand. 

“Please don’t go,” your voice cracked. Your friend placed another hand on top of yours. 

“It’ll be back soon…promise,” he whispered. You released a shaky breath before slowly nodding, your head throbbing with a dull pain. Hobie gave your hand one last squeeze before he let Ben inside. You fell on your side, your head growing more and more dizzy as your vision began to blur. 

“Please don’t go,” you murmured. 

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[megan0013]

hotel arcadia au (douxie and zoe, 2/9)

WARNINGS: death, murder, gun violence

———

1930’s:

it’s just money.

they never hurt anyone. not like all those other outlaws who kidnap and maim and murder for fun or clout or because something goes wrong. no. they’re organized, precise. they get in and get out. hell, most people don’t even know they were privy to a robbery until they see it in the headlines the next day.

it’s just money.

they don’t take chances, either. if there’s even the slightest doubt in the plan, they scrap it and move on. no use dying for a little thrill.

except that’s what’s happening right now, isn’t it? they messed up somewhere and the local sherif got tipped off somehow, and now douxie’s bleeding out all over the leather interior of his prized v8 and zoe’s frantically trying to put pressure on the bullet hole in his chest without running the car off the road.

the hotel comes into view and she slams on the gas, desperate to put more distance between her and the officers on their tail. if she can get them to their room, she can barricade them in and negotiate some sort of deal.

yes. yes, that’s all there is to it.

they never hurt anyone.

there’s no porte-cochère at the entrance, just a magnificent marble staircase that offers very little in the way of cover. it doesn’t matter. zoe brings the car to a skidding stop right at the base and somehow manages to pull her partner out of it before the first siren can even be heard wailing on the drive.

zoe supports douxie’s weight the best she can as she hauls him up the steps, and she’s starting to think she can pull this off when something small and angular and an unnaturally pale shade of blue darts across her path.

she goes down with a cry and douxie, well, he goes with her.

he never gets back up.

zoe sobs against his still chest, begging him not to leave her even as the light in his hazel eyes – once, so bright and full of life – fades away forever.

she doesn’t want to let go of him. not now, not ever. but he wouldn’t want her to give up, would he? no. no, he’d want her to keep going. to run. to live. so, she does. she lurches to her feet and stumbles her way up to the top of the staircase, reaches out…

the first bullet catches her in the right shoulder, the second her left hip.

pain erupts across her back as she falls through the door into the grand foyer. but she keeps going, clawing her way forward as blood stains the tiled floor crimson.

she makes it halfway to the elevator before giving in.

no use dying for a little thrill.

———

(jim and barbara, 1/9, here)

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[armoredisopod]

Arknights CN 4th Anniversary PVs

New Operators

Melanite, 5* Heavyshooter Sniper

Please check the status of your weapons again to avoid any mishaps on the battlefield.

Silence the Paradigmatic, 6* Welfare Abjurer Supporter

We should explore the meaning of combat, not just let it happen.

Ho'olheyak, 6* Core Caster

Doctor, are you really going to waste your time alone with me, preaching about Rhodes Island's rules and regulations?

Muelsyse, 6* Limited Tactician Vanguard

Rhine Lab, Director of the Ecology Department, Muelsyse, but i don't think there should be such a formal greeting between us, Doctor.

Friston-3, 1* Protector Defender

Greetings, my name is Friston. And yes, "Friston", not "Friston-3".

Operator Skins Update

Total of 9 new skins, 6 new additions for the Bloodline of Combat brand and 3 new additions for the Ambiance Synesthesia brand

Bloodline of Combat

Orchid's Twines of Time - Free Login Event skin

Ebenholz's Eine Variation

Specter the Unchained's Born As One - L2D Skin

Ch'en the Holungday's Ten Thousand Mountains - L2D skin

Kal'tsit's Remnant - L2D + Special Voicelines skin

Justice Knight's Tournament Fantasy Retrofit Kit - Event Reward skin

Ambiance Synesthesia

Irene's Voyage of Feathers

Lumen's Golden Dream

Roberta's Granter of Colors

Announced skin reruns

W, Rosmontis, Nearl the Radiant Knight's Epoque skins

Mountain, Eunectes, Ayerscarpe and Flint's Bloodline of Combat skins

Series I & II Ambiance Synesthesia skins

~74 skins as part of 4th Anniversary Celebration edition of Rhodes Fashion Review

Operator Modules Update

Melanite and Ho'olheyak being part of branches with modules immediately gets their modules

ARC-Y module base effect increases Melanite's ATK to 105% and allows her to ignore Physical dodge when attacking enemies directly ahead

CCR-X module base effect allows Ho'olheyak to ignore 10 RES

Hexer Supporter and Flinger Sniper branches gets 1 module type each

W and Kal'tsit gets their second modules

ART-Y module base effect allows W to ignore 100 DEF

PHY-Y module base effect increases Kal'tsit's healing effectiveness by 15% when healing units on melee tiles

Events and Stories

Lonetrail, a Rhine Lab side story event

Misc Stuff

CN regional dialect voices for Lee, Aak, Waai Fu and Hung (though for some reason the PV claims there are 11 new additions)

Suzuran, Ayerscarpe, Click and Friston-3 added to recruitment

2 new main menu screen backgrounds, Laterano and Rhine Lab

Livestream Stuff

Showcased Muelsyse being a 6* Tactician Vanguard utilizing a special reinforcement unit that you can deploy on melee and ranged tiles, her reinforcement also comes with a unique skill that lets you deploy any operator on it to clone (most of) the op's base stats and applies unique properties depending on whether the operator copied was melee or ranged, her 2nd and 3rd skills play into this and have different skill effects depending on what mode the reinforcement is in

Showcased Ho'olheyak being a 6* Core Caster that reduces the weight of enemies in her range and utilizes Levitate, her 2nd skill is a rapid-fire arts burst with a chance to Levitate enemies and her 3rd skill makes her attack by sending tornadoes down her attack range and Levitating the first enemy it hits + dealing massive arts damage

Showcased Silence the Paradigmatic being a 6* Abjurer Supporter that gives a Sanctuary effect without any HP prerequisite and the effect becomes stronger the lower the ally's HP is + has a talent that automatically heals allies below a certain HP threshold, her 2nd skill allows use of a drone that can give a stronger Sanctuary effect and her 3rd skill allows the first ally that takes lethal damage in her range during skill duration to survive and their HP will not go below 1 for several seconds

Showcased the event mechanic, adjustable artificial gravity that can affect enemy movement speed and ally operators ASPD depending on the direction it's set to and gravity-affected spheres that can block enemy pathing and ram into enemies, the spheres can be pushed by operators dealing enough hits to it or by operators applying Push to it

Showcased the new gamemode Pinch-Out, Experimental Operation

A different take on the difficulty-select challenge gamemode, you can choose contracts of varying difficulty that are placed on a branching path with rewards scattered throughout the paths, certain rewards are only unlocked by clearing all connected contracts or paths required

After completing a run you can start the next run from certain "checkpoint" nodes instead of starting over from the original starting point

The gamemode has daily maps and missions for rewards

Laterano lore video narrated in Latin, showing the history of Laterano's founding and racial conflict, which then cuts to a room filled with unknown technology, a teaser for the next Laterano event

An introductory video for potential surveyors of the Infy Icefields, the video advises people to go through Sami due to ongoing Ursus-Columbia disputes then elaborates on Sami's geography, culture and society. A teaser for IS4: Expeditioner's Jöklumarkar

Showcased a few of IS4's new content

Temperature which presumably replaces IS3's light levels mechanic

Collectable rune tablets that can be combined to gain buffs and special effects, for example the ability to change nodes ahead of you

Ability to scout upcoming nodes with a special device to peek at the contents, the device can break which will prevent you from seeing what the upcoming nodes are at all

Interference in the form of elements and weather that can disrupt your exploration

Teased the next summer event to be located in Siesta after the events of Heart of Surging Flame, with a title "Wanderland"

Showed teasers for more episodes of the Ceobe mini-series in progress and LDA anime

Showed a teaser for a new comic series centered around Angelina and her travels across Terra

Arknights anime adaptation 2nd season: Perish in Frost teaser

Talked about the Terra settings/world building art book and the Arknights Vol. 2 art book, which comes with an exclusive Planter skin for 3* Lava

Showed art for an Arknights tabletop game, planned to release Late 2023

Showed teasers for collabs with ANTA Sneaker and China Aerospace Science

Announced that Rhodes Kitchen Tidbits and Rhine Lab - Records of Originium will get physical book forms

Ended off the livestream with an animation starring the Rhine Lab cast, from the founding of the company to Saria and Kirsten's parting

Destiny 2 collab teaser, said to be a story collection event and will have collab exclusive skins

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