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cooliofango · 10 months

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For your honkai star rail requests, may I ask for - Sampo/reader - Sampo "you're flirting with me?" Reader "have been for the last year thanks for noticing"

“Took You Long Enough!”

A/N: The fact that you asked for one with Sampo has me SENDING— I’ve been having the hugest brainrot for this man for a while now so the convenience that the first ask is one with him?? ✨PERFECT✨ The only thing I need now is actually get him in the warps~

Warnings: None other than fluff <3

Paring: Sampo Koski x GN! Reader

Synopsis: You and Sampo have been the closest thing to partners in crime as it gets in Belobog— well, that’s what he says, anyways. Through a mutual “partnership”, the two of you grow close. Closer than you both initially thought the other had. It’s a shame he’s a tad oblivious…

"There's nothing wrong with havin' a little side job, (Y/N)!"

"Stealing artwork from the museum isn't exactly a side job, let alone a little one, Koski," You sighed petulantly at your dear friend as you continued to wrap his arm in bandages you had gotten restocked by Natasha earlier that week.

"Ow! (Y/N), not so tight!" Sampo whined in pain, drawing out your name. He flinched a little away when you had tightened the white fabric-- though, honestly, you had only tightened it more in a bit of retaliation. A string of whines followed afterwards, leaning his head away.

You couldn't help but laugh lightheartedly, carefully tying off the ends of the bandage to keep it from loosening. "If you were careful with handling those automatons, you wouldn't have to worry about how tight or loose any bandages are, lover boy~" You teased. Sampo only pouted at your words, staying still as you paused your work to clean off the table covered in disposable, bloody tissues and bandages you had to toss out because they ended up getting dirty when Sampo wouldn't stay still when you started playing doctor. Sampo came to you to avoid Natasha's scolding whoever he got injured for doing rather "stupid" things as you had so kindly put many time before now.

The nickname was something you had been using over the past few years. It started when you first noticed the relationship between your close friend and your mentor. Now, as assured by both of them in their own ways and by observation, you know that there isn't anything romantic between the two of them. At most, it's more of an admiration for the Wildfire leader and what she fought for down in the Underworld. However, you couldn't help but tease him for almost kissing up to her in certain situations-- when he brought the trailblazer and her comrades down from Belobog to help them get away from the Silvermane Guards. It simply stuck with you, even when you had started developing feelings for the cunning yet cowardly charming man before you.

You weren't a shy person when it came to those you loved and cared for. Whether they were friends, family, or the idiot you had a crush on for quite a while now, you weren't afraid to openly show you cared. This ranged from standing up for them when things get dicy to delivering some medicine to them whenever they were feeling ill. As for these romantic feelings you held for Sampo, you never bothered to hide any attempt of showing how you felt. At first, you subtly flirted, thinking your observant friend would realize your emotions rather quickly:

"Sounds like a good plan, right (Y/N)~?" His voice dipped playfully at the end of his question.

"Of course it does," You leaned back in your seat and tilted your head back to get a better look at him, "Only the great Sampo Koski could come up with such good plan~" Your compliment rolled so easily off your tongue, you had almost bit it when you had realized how it may be interpreted.

Sampo grinned from ear to ear, leaning close to you. It took everything in you no to lean away. "Couldn't have put it any other way! Glad I could count on your input, my dear friend~" Sampo cooed, sitting up. Without another word about the compliment, he began to ramble about what the two of you would need to execute this plan.

Subtle compliments grew a bit more direct and often from then. Compliments went to casual touches:

"We can freely go to the surface!" You cheered with a bright smile on your face. After Cocolia had been defeated and Bronya had became the new supreme guardian, the people of the Underworld were finally able to return to Belobog as they chose to. Sampo was the first one you came and told. You had lived in the Underworld your whole life and wanted to tell the guy you grew to love.

You had took his hand in your own and had began pulling Sampo towards the exit. He looked a little flustered at the action-- though it wasn't for the reason you had hoped for. As you would soon realize, it was simply because he still held a bit of a fear for getting caught by the Silvermane guards, "I don't think Madam Supreme Guardian's guards would like me up there, even under new management."

At the time, you had to promise to have the both of you stay out of sight to get him to join you (that's not to say he wasn't happy for you-- just cautious of the not so good rep he ended up building when he would sneak to the surface). It was only your eagerness to lead the way out of the underground, you figured, that kept him quiet about your intertwined hands through the journey above.

It was from there that you had noticed that Sampo Koski was more oblivious to emotional approaches directed towards him than you originally thought. You flirted and complimented him in anyway you knew possible-- and you did so for an entire year up till this point.

You sat back down, fresh tissue in hand as you began cleaning a smaller cut on his forearm. "Just do me a favor and stay out of trouble for a little while, okay? As much as I love seeing your pretty face, I'd prefer to do so when you're not injured." By this point, you spoke these words without skipping a beat. You weren't fazed or flustered by your words anymore.

However, what did faze you was the silence that followed. You expected a comeback of some sorts-- a "No promises!", for example. But as you looked up, you were met with Sampo close up to your face like he had done when you first started flirting with him. Even then, you didn't expect the words that came out of his mouth.

"You're flirting with me?" He had a slight cocky grin on his face.

Your expression fell to a slightly shocked one, caught off guard by the sudden recognition. It was an expression that didn't last long as a smile took to your own lips, "Have been for the last year, thanks for noticing."

It was his time to look surprised now, his emerald green eyes widening and his grin falling immediately. "Wait. A-A... year? You're serious?" He muttered. You just sit back and laugh out loud, giving yourself a second to take in the amusing situation before speaking.

You look back down at his arm, continuing to clean the blood from around the break in his skin. Joy laced your tone, ingraining the image of the pink blush on his face into your brain, "Took you long enough!"

#requests open #reader insert #oneshots #requests #one shots #honkai star rail #honkai starrail #honkai starrail x reader #honkai star rail x reader #star rail #starrail #star rail x reader #starrail x reader #sampo koski #sampo honkai #sampo koski x reader

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birdmomblogs · 2 years

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happy national coming out day 🌈✨

some of our linked universe boys’ favourite boys have something exciting to share with everyone…

[ID: rough digital art with flat colour using Linked Universe character designs. Groose, the himbo boyfriend, is giving a thumbs up and a sparkly smile because he has hung up a banner in the knight academy dining hall that reads, “link gay lol.” his tired boyfriend, Sky, has his head in his hands as he notices the banner. end ID]

[ID: rough digital art with flat colour using Linked Universe character designs. Ravio, the cowardly boyfriend, is giving a thumbs up because he has hung up a banner in his shop that reads, “link gay lol.” he has his hood up so you can’t see his face but one can only imagine he’s proud of himself. his grumpy boyfriend, Legend, has his head in his hands as he notices the banner. Sheerow, a beast that is demonic in nature, is tweeting derogatorily at Legend. end ID]

[ID: rough digital art with flat colour using Linked Universe character designs. Shad, the bookworm boyfriend, is giving a thumbs up and a soft smile because he has hung up a banner in Telma’s Bar that reads, “link gay lol.” his cowboy boyfriend, Twilight, has his head in his hands as he notices the banner. end ID]

my idea behind this meme is that each couple would have been dating for a while before their partner hangs that banner up. they weren’t outing them to their friends and community in my mind. now this post is all in fun and games, but always remember to never out someone irl as this can put that individual in precarious or even dangerous situations. coming out is a personal journey and outing someone robs them of their right to define themselves to their preferences and standards. respect that person and let them come out at their own pace!

stay safe and kind today and always, my lovelies 🏳️‍🌈✨🏳️‍⚧️

this meme format is based on this SuperMega pic lmao

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tallymonster · 5 months

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Memories of Us chapter 9

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Little baby warning, it does get angsty and there are some mentions of sex, no smut yet though, sorry guys.

Giving @cheesy-cryptid all the flowers for their beautiful art. Without it I wouldn't be writing this massive project I have given myself lol

Also giving flowers to my bestie @micropoe10 ✨ she's gonna be reading parts of this for the first time with everyone so I can't wait to see her reaction hehehe

Tag list:

@justporo @satanicspinosaurus @sleepy-timaeus @tragedybunny @davenswitcher @wayward-hel

Chapter 9

why cuts aren't healing

The relationship between Astarion and Octavia had changed since her little intrusion. She had seen him walking around without the glasses, finally. Whatever reasoning he had for that was lost on her, since he stopped speaking directly to her.

He would just stare, those fire orange eyes seemed to burn into her seething with a mix of disappointment, rage, betrayal. Gale had the unfortunate duty of passing her messages from Astarion, working as their in between.

The cold notes Astarion would send in with Gale were only about work. No smarmy comments, no sarcastic airs, just boring work. Octavia crumples up and throws the note in the garbage next to her.

"Do you think he's ever going to speak to me?" She asks Gale, flatly. She inhales deeply and slumps down on the chair.

"Octavia, you literally broke the one rule the man has for ALL OF US. What were you expecting? A handshake? A pat on the head? Please."

Gale looked at her with an annoyed face, his tone not much further. "Listen, let him brood, it'll be good for him. For you too. Maybe you'll learn what 'private' means."

Gale isn't hiding that he's mad, but there's a hint of concern behind it. He obviously cares for Astarion, but he can only do so much for these two.

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In his dusty office, Astarion still obsesses over the argument with Octavia. She was so afraid of him. Even as she was being torn down, she still looked at him with a nurturing curiosity.

The entire thing confused him, why did she smell like Tav? Why do her eyes look at him like hers did? She reminded him so much of his lost love. Was he imagining it, or was it the regret playing tricks on his mind again?

It had been one hundred and fifty years since he let the human go. She was desperate to join him in the Underdark, she could help him, they were in love after all.

Somehow Astarion couldn't ask her to give up her life in the sunlight for him. She screamed, begged, pleaded, fought, and cried. Nothing would move him from this firm stance. He couldn't take her from the only life she had known above ground. Especially not now that they were all being hailed as heroes.

The look on her face when he denied her was still seared into his memories. The necessary pain he had to put her through to save her. He was too cowardly to face it, so he left in the night.

Never looking back at the Elfsong Tavern, never seeing his friends, letting them all kill him in their minds. They were all dead now, or they assumed he was. There was no point in dwelling on his own actions.

Still, he can't help but wonder, what happened to them? Did Lae'zel and Shadowheart ever forgive his choices? Was his Gale truly happy like the letters his great grandson gave him said? Did Wyll and Karlach even make it to Avernus? Astarion let the sorrow fill his core, the despair growing and twisting into total apathy.

He often thought of his last night with Tav, the way he had to lie to calm her down. Her tears as he kissed her worries away. His hands on her body, feeling her come undone with every touch. She crashed her lips on his desperately, the worry and insecurities followed by hunger and lust.

Her soft cries of pleasure and heartbreak echo in his ears as they have each night for almost a century and a half. Her slow caresses were pleading him to stay, to never leave her alone. They had grown so much together, she trusted him with her blood, her body, and her heart. They had risked everything and came out the other side.

He decides then to bring her to bliss one last night before never indulging in her ever again. To feel her running hot in his icy veins, warm with her glorious blood. She was always so generous with her gifts. Her blood, her love, her body. He should be ashamed to want to leave them all behind.

So many have killed for the type of love and affection that he had in his hands. He was foolish to let it slip through like the ashes he would turn into if he walked into the sun like he imagined so long ago.

His mind couldn't help but wonder.

Was she happy? Did she forget him? Did she ever have the family she wanted? She always wanted kids, and even though he wasn't sure if he could give her some without dangerous risks, he would have done it for her. Even if he wasn't sure he ever wanted them himself, he .

He closes his eyes and hears her voice, soft and melancholy in the cold white hue of the moonlit night.

I will do anything for you, I love you.

You have me, my Star.

I'm yours forever.

Don't leave me.

Please.

The memories were all too painful, he tried hard to suppress the anger, grief and regret. but it burned like a house fire. Slowly, then all at once. He slams one of his fists onto the desk in front of him. The pain shoots up his wrist and arm, making his shoulder vibrate.

He winces and swipes off the papers on his desk, he keeps punching the desk until he can't feel his right hand. The good thing is that he won't be too badly hurt if he kills a big animal tonight. It should still be easy to catch a deer, even in this weakened state.

The aggression won't stop, he wants to yell, to destroy this whole facade, but he can't. His whole 'new' life is built on the foundation of his old one. He can't move on, no matter how many times he's lied to himself about it. No matter how many times he's tried he can still sense her.

There was a bit of a complication now, though. Octavia reminded him so much of her. The thought kept replaying in his head, all the little things he had noticed these last months.

She had the same tilted laugh, the same sweet smile that lights up her face, her way of challenging him to get a playful rise out of him. Maybe there was something there but now he can't face her. Why had she violated his only wish, what could possibly compel her to sneak in and spy on him like that?

Astarion lets all the emotion rise, his breathing quickens, his chest feels like it's tightening, the pain that was in his arm takes over his whole body and he falls into the chair behind him.

His head throbs, and it almost feels like that fucking tadpole made its way back inside him. The room is spinning and shrinking all at once. The shadows in the corners slowly growing darker around him.

The sound that comes from him erupts from his lungs, a rumbling sob that he can't suppress. The little he feels now comes out in giant tears, he gasps for air as if he's digging himself out of the grave again.

Nothing can stop the flow of emotions rippling from within. The shaky breaths tumble out, bathed in the chill of the room. He buries his head in his hands and lets it all melt away.

The sorrow he feels washes over him, the memories and lost time all pouring out. The weight of the years, the grief, all the stupid things he said and did that hurt them. He never meant to do any of it. He was just trying to protect them. His loneliness kept them safe, it was the only thing he could tell himself after all these years of self isolation.

As much as he hates putting up his walls with Octavia, she seems remorseful enough to respect this distance he's forced upon them. Practically punishing herself to gain back his favor. He can tell with the way she'll quickly turn away when he catches her looking at him, or how her eyebrows do that thing…

Oh no.

Oh Gods…

The realization hits him all at once. He's got to apologize if he even thinks this could work in his favor.

She deserves some compassion from him, at least. It's time to let go of the fear and to show someone he can be open to feeling like this again.

He's scared, always has been. It feels different now somehow, he only has to open the door and let it in, whether it will welcome him or engulf him in its flames was to be discovered in due time.

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #fic: memories of us #bg3 headcanon #bg3 fanfic

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ny000mdraws · 10 months

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GUESS WHO JUST FINISHED WATCHING EARTHSPARK???

I will contain my thoughts with a bulleted list.

- AAAAAAAAA

- i love the decepticons getting redemption/ doing good/ getting understood instead of being beaten up

- MEGATRON

- DID YOU GUYS NOTICE TWITCH USING MEGATRON’S MOVE IN THE AIR WITH THE BLASTER SHOT-

- nightshade was the mvp. they deserve some science-y gadgets after this

- when jon said “rescue bots to the rescue” I GASPED

- STARSCREAM!!! SLAY QUEEN GIRL BOSS 💅✨✨✨

- AAAAAAAAA

- my god, mandroid was ugly after that transformation

- good riddance karen is gone but JFC THE WAY SHE DIED???

- i love how all the terrans are getting adopted 😭

- that one scene where soundwave and swindle are getting a ride from hardtop. they’re friends now

- BREAKDOWN AND BEE ARE DATING. YOU LITERALLY CAN NOT CHANGE MY MIND.

- HE FCKING WINKED-

- ALSO BREAKDOWN BEING ALIVE WAS THE BIGGEST RELIEF OF MY LIFE

- starscream growing a liking for hashtag (and the other terrans) is not what i expected but i need it to stay that way 🥺

- i also like this version of star A LOT

- like yea, he is still cowardly, but there’s a lot more to his character if you watch

- like he automatically assumes nova and sky would leave him :( maybe it’s a defense mechanism for him so that he won’t feel guilt for trying to survive

- him protecting twitch and hashtag- *cries*

- the one time i got mad at megatron was when he hurt starscream. but when hashtag told him to back off? yes girl, tell him what’s up!

- also im glad megatron let him go, which shows his character. he knows him as dangerous yet when he saw star protecting the kids, he knew he had the capacity to be good

- fck mandroid and karen

- we stan dot, alex, and jon

- also fck that guy who called in ghost when the terrans subdued shockwave?? like they literally took him down in front of you?? YOU BUFFOON!!

- idk why but im so into grimlock’s voice

- i wish tarantulas showed up :(

- AAAAAAAAAAAAA

- since the energon depletion ray/ healing ray was worldwide, this is enough reason for me to believe tracks exists in this universe

- yes, i am delusional. shut up

- some other characters i hope will show up are prowl, jazz, blaster, perceptor, and thundercracker

- really any old character that never get used in animated media would be awesome like inferno or hound

Okay, I think I’m done.

#transformers #tf earthspark #earthspark spoilers #ramble

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willshipanything-blog · 1 year

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Breaking the Rules- Chapter 1

Guess which nasty little man is back with more games.. ✨🖤✨

I thought I was ready to let go of Al Shaw/The Grabber. I concede defeat, and have planned a whole new fic/sequel!! You don't HAVE to have read 'Rules of the Game', but it's here.

I'll be posting here and over on AO3, where more detailed tags will be, but this is 18+, MINORS DNI!

Might make a chapter index once it's a little longer, but enjoy the start for now! ✨✌

Chapter 1- Free Time

A thin, tapering shaft of sunrise crept through the window, blinding you awake. You turned groggily away from the light, rolling over on the mattress but freezing when your eyes fell on the man beside you in bed. Such a rare sight, finding Al asleep; he was usually the one coaxing you into the land of the living with his warm breath on your neck and his soft touches trailing down your thighs.

An early summer heatwave had begun to suffuse itself through Denver’s streets, imbuing the air with the fragrant smells of hyssops and goldenrods, but bringing with it a cloying, suffocating atmosphere. You secretly welcomed the heat; it meant that Al slept shirtless, the silky sheets turned down for a more comfortable nights’ rest with you, with his little dove. You continued to watch silently, entranced at his broad, sinewy chest and his stomach, rising and falling in rhythm with his soft, slumbering breaths. There was no guilt about covertly watching him- you knew all too well that Al enjoyed watching you sleep too.

For months after you’d first arrived, you had barely seen such a sight. Initially, he had simply left you alone to cry yourself to sleep, leaving after he’d taken things from you, willingly or otherwise. Back then, you were grateful that the monster abandoned the basement once he’d been satisfied, lingering only momentarily afterwards to leer at your bruised body or to make a threatening or obscene remark before swiftly departing.

After a while, when the pair of you had grown closer, more trustful, he had begun to stay until you fell asleep in his arms, though you’d wake in the small hours, suddenly alone again in the damp basement. There would be no comforting arm around you to keep away the chill of that prison you’d been caged in. It seemed a betrayal of sorts. Like Al had snuck away in the night. It had felt cheap, and left you confused, your body muddled with a paradoxical feeling of both heaviness and hollowness.

Things were different now. Now, you woke every morning in Al’s bedroom, in Al’s bed. Even at Al’s insistence that you call those things shared (our bedroom, our bed), it still felt strange to define them in such terms. You wondered if that feeling of being a foreigner in his house, and his bed, would ever fully subside. Perhaps it stemmed from a fear that Al would snap one day, the darkness he was more than capable of would resurrect itself, and you’d be thrown back down into the depths of the basement. That the devil would watch with a grin on his face as you tumbled back into that hell.

You retreated from this invading thought- even now, you could let your mind wander to such miserable places if you weren’t careful. Al helped bring you back; the low, growling vibrations of his breath, the steady movement of his torso hypnotizing you, anchoring you back to reality. You smiled, ruminating on the unlikely situation in which you’d found yourself. A captive willingly in her captor’s bed. You’d drive yourself crazy trying to rationalize it, if madness hadn’t taken you already. Whether you were brave or cowardly, strong or resilient, all that mattered was how you felt. A heady mixture of bliss and contentment and, yes, even the sheer thrill of danger that charged through your body like electricity when you and Al resumed a certain little game…

You felt so fortunate that things had ended up here. Not that you pictured that things with Al were concluding- far from it in fact. Your life alongside Al had barely even begun to blossom. But before, there had been immeasurable difficulties, interminable conflicts, where a resolution seemed impossible and only dark outcomes were envisioned. But you couldn’t justify calling it a new beginning either. To forget what you’d been through would be a disservice to the things you’d overcome. A false memory. Besides, you could never truly forget the past that both of you shared. You had determined instead to push those thoughts aside in order to achieve your endgame. This felt like your happy ending, right here in this bed beside Al.

This happy ending had come at a cost, but you believed it was worth the price you had paid. A few days, stretching from the start of the weekend to its end, cemented itself as fundamental to everything you now had with Al. Those days, comprised of both unbridled joy and unmitigated anguish, were crucial. You’d hold each second close to your chest, regardless of whether those seconds had served to scar or heal your heart.

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It had been a strange weekend, even by yours and Al’s standards. One of extreme highs and lows. It had started like a dream that Friday night, your birthday filled with innumerable pleasures lavished on you by Al. The idyllic night was the antithesis to the morning after. Al had found that damned knife hidden in the basement, and you had brawled fiercely, the pair of you scrapping like wild animals. You thought that Al had regressed into his dark former self, that the Grabber was enraged enough to kill you. Then, you thought the blade was going to tear through Al’s own heart when he turned the knife on himself, urging you to end things. Miraculously, neither of you were killed, just bruised, bloody and more sorrowful than either of you had ever felt in your lives. Even more miraculously, the consequence of your fight was exoneration. Apologies. Reassurances. Comfort. Absolution. From Al to you, and vice versa. Al didn’t want your apology, had said he deserved nothing from you, but you gave it freely regardless. You’d both done things to hurt the other, you figured. Both of you said that fateful phrase, those three little words. For you, they had been words that had been left unsaid too long, kept inside your chest like a caged bird. Those secrets had spilled, the bird set free as “I love you” finally escaped from your lips. You held each other for a long time in that basement.

You weren’t sure who finally pulled free from the embrace, but you and Al regarded each other, both covered in blood and tears that had finally dried. You didn’t think there were any more words to pass between you, but Al was always full of surprises. Always a flourish to his trick, another thing he’d magic out of his hat. This time, it was another promise to add to his catalog of commitments: he was never going to make you stay in that cold basement cell again. You believed him wholeheartedly, but were too overwhelmed right then to tangle with the logistics of the idea. Nodding was all you managed before you were being helped off the spongy dampness of the mattress. Al scooped up the small pile of clothes and books from the floor in one arm (clearly, he didn’t want to return here later either), before guiding you to the basement door.

You almost dared not turn back, but a voice inside you urged your body to pivot, taking in the basement one last time. A closure of sorts, you supposed. The dank stone walls and barred window that had been inescapable. The mattress, stained with pains and pleasures of both your bodies. The black phone that never rang; no salvatory dial tone to be heard. Connected to no one and nowhere. Countless agonies suffered here, but moments of bliss too, you remembered. But you had to call a spade a spade. It was a prison, a dark cell for The Grabber’s victims. A term that no longer applied to you. With an acknowledging nod, you climbed the first step outside of the room, and your gaze fell into those deep blue eyes of Al’s. A much better place to be trapped. It would be a mercy to drown in them if it meant you were out of the basement’s depths from now on.

Thud, click. The sound of the basement door locking shut was one of finality. You’d heard that habitual sound countless times, though never from this side of the metal door. A sealed tomb, with only ghosts inside now. A hand secured itself to yours, gripping tightly. You ascended together.

It was a quiet few days after that, an atmosphere of trepidation falling over the house. As if any raised voice or sudden movement might disrupt your renewed reconciliation. You tended Al’s wound as best you could, wrapping the chaos of scars on his chest tightly. Al kissed each of your own cuts and bruises individually, a sorrowful apology accompanying each one until he was hoarse. You bathed together, ate together, made gentle love together. There was no Naughty Girl that weekend. Only soft, tender comforts. The scars of your fight were still raw, literally so, but you had the silent thrill that you could initiate the game when you wanted. Or more accurately, knowing you’d ask for those punishments when you needed them. Because it was a need, a compulsion: just like it was for Al. For him to inflict, and for you to receive. No shame in that admittance, and denying you both opportunity to play would be cruel. You had the rest of your lives to play; you could afford a few days of healing.

The weekend passed all too quickly, no matter how much you and Al both tried to hold it in your grasp. You clutched furiously at each hour, minute, second of the weekend. Not wanting to sleep, not wanting to breathe if it meant the passing of time. Nothing was said, but your shared glances grew more frantic as Monday morning grew near, voiceless displays of worry. You made countless efforts to keep things light; encouraging smiles and squeezes, promises that things were going to be ok. But you could see the disquiet in Al’s cerulean eyes. After all, he had more to lose, so he thought. If he was true to his word and gave you free roam of the house once he was at work, why wouldn’t he think you would run? Even if you had said you loved him, said that in time things would be forgiven, he wouldn’t forgive himself for his transgressions.

You knew the first morning would be the most difficult. But you also knew: if you got through today, you could prove to Al that you weren’t intent on leaving him. Set his tormented mind at ease. All the subsequent days would easily fall into place. After the first day, the fog of uncertainty would finally lift. Once this final test of loyalty had been proven that would be it. You’d broached every subject, told every secret, gave every ounce of yourself over. And Al had given you the same courtesies, hadn’t he?

A tight embrace woke you, Al’s arms encircling your waist, his head nuzzling into your neck. His hold was both possessive and fearful, like a child clinging onto a favorite toy that they were scared some other kid might snatch away. You returned the embrace and stilled for a while, savoring his warmth, his smell, the feel of his body against yours. But reality called, and Al had work. It felt like if you didn’t make a move, Al would have stayed under the covers all day, so reluctantly you pulled yourself away from him and padded to the bathroom.

You just hoped he didn’t take it the wrong way, perhaps thinking you were eagerly anticipating his departure.

You gave an incredulous exhale when you heard the shower door creak open behind you, felt wandering fingers come curling around your waist as Al joined you under the warm spray.

“The idea is to not be late for work, Al.” You chided, though you weren’t sure how stern you sounded as you mewled at his touch and the soft kisses being placed delicately on your bare shoulder.

“It’ll save time showering together.” he hummed in between kisses. You didn’t need to face him to know that his trademark sideways smirk was plastered on his face. You weren’t convinced by his suave words; Al had obviously no intention of cleaning just yet. But you’d be equally to blame now as your body arched into his, pressing your back into his solid frame. You braced your arms on the tiled wall, obliging him this morning pleasure. It wasn’t as if you weren’t equally enthusiastic for his touch, his slick manhood inside you and his exploratory hands finding all the right places on your body. He stilled himself after finishing, holding himself inside you, his hot breath ghosting your ear as if wishing to speak something. But it went unsaid. His brash demeanor had all but vanished. He needed reassurance, that’s all it was. You gripped his hands that had been trailing your stomach, turning your head towards him.

“Al-” teeth clamped down on your neck, stifling your words, but you allowed him to leave his mark, biting like a condemned man enjoying his last meal. Why wasn’t he letting you reassure him of your vow to be his? Did he think he was savoring you in these last few precious moments together? You steeled yourself to remind him, but he spoke first:

“Why don’t you make a start on breakfast, Y/N? How ‘bout some eggs, huh?”

It killed you to leave him alone in the shower. He’d pushed you away, but you knew he was the one feeling bereft. It seemed he didn’t want to hear any more of your assurances- did they feel like empty promises to him? It irked you a little, but you knew, by the time he came home after work, that he’d been worrying over fictional scenarios that had manifested in his head, but which wouldn’t ever become reality. A small, vicious little thought fluttered in your own mind- if he thought your promises were so easily broken, then maybe he deserved a little mental torment. Let him have these absurd thoughts that you would leave; it would be his own self-flagellation, a punishment he would administer and receive all by himself.

A quiet breakfast between you and Al. So quiet and tense that the clock on the wall, ticking away, its percussive beat echoing a fresh taunt with each passing second. Inching its way to the hour of departure, moving ever forward- though it felt more like a countdown. You clenched- your stomach, your jaw, your brow- wondering what zero hour would bring. Al’s nervousness was all too apparent. By now, you could read him all too easily. He stood from the table and glanced at his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes before dropping his arms awkwardly by his sides.

“I’ve got to go.” His fingers twitched in his palms. You rose now too, skirting the table to take his hand in yours. Any suave pretenses he’d been acting out had dropped; he was clearly pained at the thought of leaving. Your stomach roiled at the malicious thoughts you’d had in the bathroom. Of course you cared if Al was hurting, and you were sure as shit going to make sure he knew where you stood on the matter.

“Al,” you began, not quite sure of where your sentence was headed, “Would it be easier for a little while if…” Your nod towards the stairwell door gut-punched even you. Had you just offered yourself to be put back down there? For Al, maybe you were crazy enough to propose such madness. If you’d shocked yourself for offering such a thing, he looked utterly appalled.

“N-no!” he stammered, before cooling his tone, though the tight grip on your hand didn’t relent. “No, dove. Not ever. Like I said, it’s just an empty room now.”

At the door (now free of the bike lock- when had that been removed?), Al picked up his keys from the bowl on the nearby shelf. Fiddling with the bunch, he took a single gold-colored key from the ring. It was yours, he said. For emergencies. Or escapes, you knew that look on his face was suggesting. If you’re gonna go, no need to break a window or force a lock. He pressed it into your hand, but you tossed it back into the bowl with a clang and shrugged nonchalantly, showing your indifference to its presence. For emergencies, you hoped your action suggested right back.

Al had given you everything but your freedom since you’d first come here. He wasn’t offering you an escape (he would never ask you to go- in his eyes, you belonged to him entirely). But he was aware it was a possibility now, and he clearly saw it as one you weren’t going to pass up. But he wasn’t about to break a newly-forged promise and put you back in the basement. You could see these two notions working at odds in his mind, a tug of war with no clear winner. He was really so ardent in his belief that he was nothing but a monster, a frightening being that anyone sane would run from. He couldn’t seem to realize that freedom was no longer something you desired. Whether monster or man, you weren’t running.

A bold step forward was the only move you needed before Al lunged, palming the side of your face and smashing his lips into yours. You gripped his shirt lapels and returned the kiss, open-mouthed to accommodate his clawing tongue. His other hand snaked its way around the nape of your neck, pulling you in impossibly closer. It felt like a final farewell. It absolutely wasn’t, but you let Al indulge in the passionate kiss anyway.

You finally pulled away, flushed and breathless, holding Al at arm’s length as you smoothed down his shirt. It felt like such a wifely act, the thought of this reddening your cheeks further, silently wondering if Al would return later with a remark of “Honey, I’m home!”. It felt like such an ‘Al’ thing to do, one of his little quips that would crease you up. You’d tell him about this amusement later, but, noting the pained look reappearing on his face, you changed tact.

“Al, Do you trust me?”

“I- yes. Y-you know I do, Y/N.”

“Then trust me when I say I’ll see you when you get back.” You spoke in a clear voice, confident and reassuring. You needed to keep your own composure to balance out the uncertainty you still saw in those endless blue eyes. You could see his deep-rooted fear in the depths of those ocean blues, fear that everything up to now might still be too good to be true. That he would come home and you’d be gone.

Al nodded, but his face was tight-lipped and solemn. He unlocked the door, stepping out and closing it again behind him. Through the glass pane of the door he gave a final, lingering look before pulling himself away. You heard his van door click open and slam shut again. An engine revving to life. And a muffled sound of tires on asphalt, eventually fading until you could hear only the low hum of a now-empty house.

You let out a long exhale. Not a sigh of relief that Al had left, more a frustration at the look of consternation on Al’s face. The next time you’d see him, he’d be so happy, truly understanding the reality that this situation could be permanent. He’d just have to suffer one little day of unknowing agony to realize you were here for keeps. His for keeps.

Even with your adamant resolve to stay, your curiosity bested you almost immediately, and you plucked the key from the bowl by the door. Just to see. The gold ridges slotted perfectly into the keyhole, and you met no resistance as you turned it. The lock clicked open. With a twist of the metal door handle, the door sprung free on its hinges, just a couple of inches. You gasped at the light morning breeze that infiltrated itself through the gap- not shocked that the key worked, per say- but a shock to the system that you were truly no prisoner anymore.

You considered all the times you hadn’t been in the basement, when freedom had appeared something you possessed. But just because it didn’t look like a prison cell didn’t mean you weren’t locked up. The bike lock had been firmly bolted shut. Al within earshot, ready to chase you down should you try anything. Now? This was the true definition of freedom, just a step outside the door, the rest of the world open to you at last.

With that heady thought, you slammed the door closed, the wood rattling in its frame from the force. You had the means of escape now. You had the opportunity to do so. But now, you had no motive- nothing compelling you to leave, and everything compelling you to stay. That’s what Al was now, to you- your everything. Hadn’t you danced together to words along those lines? You twisted the key back, feeling a sense of reassurance as the lock clicked shut. It felt safe, not like you were trapped in a hopeless situation. It was strangely uplifting, that the noise of a locking door had such an association for you now.

The phrase ‘free time’ had never felt so literal, and you wondered what to do with the expanse of the day. You found that tidying up around the house, with the Eagles and Fleetwood Mac as background music, took up most of the morning. If Al had expected, even demanded, you become some sort of domestic help while he was out, you might have been affronted. The fact that he expected nothing from you regarding household chores meant you were happy to do them. It felt nice too, that you could actually do something useful, as opposed to when you spent your days waiting inertly downstairs.

Around midday, you made yourself lunch and settled at the breakfast bar, but without Al to talk to, your attention kept involuntarily turning towards the basement door. As if a ghostly hand had gripped your chin and maneuvered you to face towards those depths you were no longer confined in. As if whatever was down there missed your presence- but you certainly didn’t miss it. The specter’s presence lingered, your body shivering at the thought of ever going back down there. But you weren’t going down there, and your focus returned back to the kitchen, turning your head with a self-satisfied hmph that you wouldn’t be trapped in that shadowy place any longer.

With the rest of the afternoon spent reading in the quiet serenity of the living room, it felt a perfectly pleasant day, though you wondered if you might have to take up some more hobbies to pass the time. As late afternoon drew in, you grew anxious, impatient even. But it wasn’t boredom- you were missing Al, you realized. You’d started on dinner when you heard the unmistakable sound of Al’s van pulling up, and rushed to the door in anticipation of his return.

He’d just closed the door behind him as you walked into the living room. He froze. You smirked at the sight of him. Al looked equal parts happy, relieved and obviously a little sheepish. That look of guilt on his face soon dissipated when he saw how amused you were, that you’d proven all his fears were very much unfounded. He grew his own smirk then, mirroring yours, his mouth tilting sideways at the realization; what he thought might never happen in his wildest dreams was manifesting itself as reality.

“You’re here.” he said on a breathy laugh.

“I’m here.” you retorted smugly. It took a lot of willpower not to just blurt out ‘I told you so’.

Maybe Al sensed you were about to voice such an impetuous remark. Maybe it was that hint of brattiness that signified a little game, after you’d been such a good girl for staying put. Or maybe it was the simple fact that he’d missed you. Whichever was the case (you figured a little of each of those reasons), before you had a chance to utter another syllable, he had attacked. He pulled you into a greedy, clawing kiss, his mouth, tongue and hands wanting to explore everywhere at once. You smiled through the kiss, laughing at Al’s eagerness as his mouth probed your jaw and neck, the wild laugh turning to a shriek as Al cupped your butt and hoisted you up. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist and he began the journey to the bedroom. You were already unbuttoning his shirt and peppering his broad shoulders with endearments of your own, gnawing softly at his neck, before he kicked the bedroom door closed behind you both.

Languorous in bed in your shared, blissful afterglow, you softly stroked the gauze covering Al’s still-fresh wound. Right above his heart, reminding you of his close brush with death, a cruel magic trick where he would have vanished forever.

“Were you worried today Al?”

“I never doubted you for a second, dove. You’re my perfect girl, my good girl.” You spared him an eye roll at his obvious fib; he didn't want to admit how scared he had truly been at the thought of never seeing you again. His sweet talk, together with his fingertips brushing gentle circles on your bare hip, melted you completely and you allowed a comfortable silence to envelop you both.

You had taken a leap of faith by allowing yourself to fall for Al, to drown in those forbidden feelings. And now, he’d taken that leap too, trusting you to stay. You’d both risked everything, and now there seemed to be nothing left to say, no more skeletons in the closet. There was an underlying tension that Al would fret over what these new boundaries meant, whether true freedom was still something you sought, or something you already had. You weren’t quite sure- the definitions and technicalities were too blurred to define, a murky bog of uncertain rules. But you could write new rules together. You knew the first morning was going to be the hardest. But it had come and gone and you were both still here.

— — —

Those 72 hours (give or take a couple) turned the tides of your relationship. It could have gone so wrong, in so many ways. But you’d found the path that led to a life you wanted, waking up besides Al every morning. You still felt uneasy sometimes, worrying that everything was a dream, or (more accurately), a terrible nightmare. That events that weekend did go south. That you’d wake up, and you’d be in the basement, tormented by a man you no longer recognized as human, the Grabber using his belt to beat you bloody, taking your body by force if you refused to play his sadistic games. Or perhaps, you’d awake to find that your love was a distant memory, just a vision in your mind and a dark bloodstain on the basement floor all that remained of Albert Shaw. Or maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t wake at all, unable to think up any of these ghastly scenes because you’d become just another victim of The Grabber, buried with the Naughty Boys in an unmarked grave in some distant, unknowable location.

“Morning dove.” The soft cadence of Al’s voice coaxed you out of your thoughts and guided your eyes to his face.

“Morning Al.” you yawned, shuffling towards the voice. An arm dug its way behind you and pulled you in close. His body was warm and solid, but you always found his chest comfortable to rest your head on. The comfort and the heat of him made you suddenly tired again, and you barely kept your heavy eyes open as he spoke.

“Is it time to get up already?” he asked lightly,

“Nuh-uh….a lil’ longer… with me…” you murmured, letting your drowsy voice trail off as sleep took hold of you.

— — —

Al lay in bed, his dreaming little dove pressed tight against him- thinking about how things had turned out. It was an intoxicating feeling, but it was a dangerous game too- and not one of those dark, salacious games he enjoyed. Like walking a tightrope: straight ahead, a path to the life he wanted; but snapping at his heels were those dark creatures in his soul, where one mis-step meant everything would end in a swift, embracing oblivion. It was hard for Al to relax when these demons invaded his mind, a malignant threat that he suppressed. But he was able to suppress them, ever more easily- because of her, of course.

She enraptured him completely. Al was spellbound by her delicate features, soft skin and pretty face, but it was more than that. It wasn’t just skin-deep. He adored her compassion, admired her strength. And when she asked for those games, it was of her own volition, her choice to be hurt- never harmed, only hurt- and it was Al obliging her requests now, even if he did take pleasure in the bruises and the screams and the broken skin. To believe his little thing had found peace in the monster’s arms was baffling, but to keep questioning it would be lunacy, a jinx on everything he was determined to cling to.

If Al thought too long and hard about it, he’d begin to worry about how much of herself his little dove had given, and how much was taken. And, most worryingly perhaps, how much was taken under the guise of being given freely. Al doubted either Y/N or himself would ever truly know the answer to that million dollar question. At first, of course, he had snatched her away, so remorseless in his cruel treatment of her, a captive that he toyed endlessly with.

Things got better, infinitely so over those transformative weeks, until their shared confessions of love seemed to cement it all in reality. His little love said it was her choice to stay with Al- but he supposed he’d never know how much he may have forced her hand. Of course, his dove would admonish him for that, reassure him in every way that she wants all the things he does. But Al was sane enough to know how trauma might really affect a person, rewiring their brains until they thought their actions were normal, real, justified. He was living proof of that. Maybe now, she was too.

But, looking at her in the morning glow, she really did look peaceful. His dove had fallen back asleep cradled in his arms, her head resting soundly on his strong chest, a hand unconsciously fingering his web of scars on his left pectoral. He used to watch her sleeping frequently, gazing lecherously as she writhed on the filthy basement mattress. But that was a lifetime ago, and everything was different now. He still liked to watch her dream, the small twitching movements of muscles on her face that he found so endearing to see: a wry smile, a cute furrowed brow, an involuntary moan. But to actually hold her as she slept soundly with him- well that was an incomparably more wonderful feeling than being just an observer. Al planted a soft kiss on her head before drifting back to sleep with his little dove safe in his grasp.

A final picture reeled through his mind as he floated back into a hazy dreamstate. It was that weekend where everything had changed, where he was so uncertain if his little thing would really stay. His mind skipped over the fretful hours of worry, wondering if he’d return to an empty house, or whether police sirens would ring in his ears at any moment. But neither did his thoughts jump to their lustful reunion in his bed. No, it was just that one moment that played in his head:

“You’re here.” Al had said, incredulous but overjoyed at the sight of her.

“I’m here.”

Al’s chest had panged with guilt, that he hadn’t fully believed the promise that she’d be here until he saw her in the flesh. His own misguided doubts were eclipsed by the absolute happiness he felt, happiness he never thought possible for someone like him. Only Y/N, his sweet dove, could make him feel this way.

#the black phone #the black phone fanfic #the grabber #the grabber x you #the grabber x reader #albert shaw #albert shaw x you #albert shaw x reader #minors dni #sequel fic

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dystopianam · 2 years

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Out of curiosity I was looking back at the memories of the Grunts and I realized that while Lyla worked hard with all her children and tried to dedicate the same time to all three, teaching them to walk, use the potty and talk, Buzz has only had attention to Tank. First son, he didn't give a damn about anyone else. With Ripp and Buck he gave it up from the start, he never tried.

Let's face it, all the siblings had a horrible childhood and are experiencing a toxic situation even now.

But... I've always seen Tank as an a✨✨hole who has had a privileged life with the attentions and approval of his father, I always thought he liked being his father's clone but... he doesn't.

As the game is programmed, when a sim has an enemy, he constantly beats him, even if the sim doesn't have an aggressive personality. BUT while I play with him I realized that he is... nice? With other people he is never rude, he is very calm and polite, at times he even seems a bit stupid (that he is a bit stupid is also noticeable in ts2 for PSP) and he doesn't want to be a soldier, but a ballet dancer... but he is conditioned by his father's toxic masculinity.

I noticed these behaviors in the three brothers:

• Tank is only being rude to Ripp. With any other sim he is a puppy. He seems to me the most responsible in the house, he is very clean but... confused. He shows that he wants to do things for the better but always ends up making mistakes because he is AFRAID that his father disapproves of him. I don't know about other people's gameplay, but in mine, personally, my Tank always wants to apologize to everyone he fights with and that's not a wish I see often.

• Ripp. He's so stressed out. He has the attitude of a caged bird. He wants to be a free spirit and you realize it because he just can't stay in his house (argues with everyone) and constantly wants to find love adventures (or better, "woohoo adventures" I must say). Playing with him makes me a little anxious. In my old uberhoods I used to make him leave home right away, but I have noticed that if he stays with his family for a long time... he passes the stress on you too. With Tank I always have a feeling of hidden sadness, but with Ripp I feel... stressed. Playing with Ripp is like playing with a monkey jumping into a metal cage while screaming trying to get out of the cage. Unlike Tank who is calm when it's not about Ripp, Ripp seems more violent to me. In the sense that because of what he's been through, he would be capable of having anger management issues and attacking you. I don't believe that innocent face...

• Buck. When you look at Buck you think "he doesn't give a damn" because as a child he doesn't have much personality, but when he grows up... seeing him cry because his family is fighting makes me feel bad. He is good, he is sensitive, he is a little flower. I see Buck as Tank. While Ripp openly shows how bad he feels and yells it, Buck and Tank hide it. Tank uses a cowardly method, that of pretending to agree with his father, which causes all theirs problems. Buck instead uses the method of "if I pretend all this doesn't exist, I'm fine". I think Buck takes out his sadness on food and that is why he is the only one of the brothers who is fat.

Lastly, I would like to compare Tank to Angela Pleasant. Both are forced to play a "perfect child" role for their parents, but from my perspective (this is a personal opinion) while Angela pretends not to understand that Mary-sue's behavior is toxic (Angela is very smart, she see it, but she likes her parents' attentions a lot) Tank is too naive and a bit stupid to understand that he cannot face problems by hiding under his fears of not being appreciated by his father.

#the sims 2 #general buzz grunt #tank grunt #ripp grunt #buck grunt #the sims 2 premades #the sims 2 strangetown #strangetown

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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The exception Sage in modern time but it’s the gang trying to put Sage and MC in ✨situations✨ to fuck with Sage.

The gang goes on a road trip but oh! There isn’t enough space in the car :((( Mc has a car? [tucks their keys under the sofa cushion]

oH nO u can’t find your keys and we have to go now :((

guess MC is gonna have to sit on Sage’s lap the whole trip.

Yknow,

to save space and all. faint snickering in the background

Mc on Sage’s lap and suddenly he is hyper aware of every bump on the road that makes them bounce on his lap. His head is swimming and he’s so close to them and God they smell amazing. The whole road trip is actually Sage trying to conceal his rock hard erection. Cue then stopping over at a gas station and Sage excuses himself to the bathroom to furiously jerk off. Trying to relieve some pressure because his mind keeps drifting off to how amazing MC would look bouncing on his cock instead.

on a more wholesome note though: MC nodding off and falling asleep on Sage and he's both cursing everyone and thanking every God out there for this. Making them drive more carefully so Mc doesn't wake up. He hears them softly snoring and he might actually cry. He's recording ever second into his heart.

Hehehehe,, love this trope so much,,,, reg bless ur whore-knee brain

GN!Reader, gods I have a nostalgia for road trips, Sage is going to lose his fucking mind, NSFW under the cut

Rime is,, not,,, that big of a fan of the situation. Sure he finds it funny and all but the fact that Sage is so sickeningly in love and too cowardly to do anything about it annoys the hell out of him. Oh, that big dumb muscle idiot can go fuck some rando in Rime's bed (and he still has no idea how the hell Sage got into his apartment because he didn't have a fucking key so) but he can't make a move on the crush he's had for fucking ages now?????

So he'll move things along himself. He gives Felix, Tulsi, Elowen, and Anisa a heads up because obviously they're all gonna be trapped in a car together and he needs to know they're gonna be cool with it. They are. And if it makes you uncomfortable then they can always abort the mission so

You seven have been planning this road trip for over a month. You show up at Felix's apartment (he's got the biggest car so it's the one you're all taking because holy shit Rime and Felix both have so many bags) at four in the morning, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes. Anisa pops out, shockingly chipper for the early hours, and helps you unload your bags and bring them into the apartment. You lock your car and toss the keys in the bowl by the door.

Rime comes to greet you. He's also surprisingly wide awake, helping Anisa dump your stuff in the entryway with all the other stuff that has to be loaded into the car. Tulsi (who is begrudgingly awake) offers you some tea. It Does Not Help You Stay Awake. In Fact It Does The Opposite.

Sage and Felix are sleeping on the couch. Elowen, also wide awake, is quietly stacking pillows on Sage's face to see if he'll wake up.

Ur honor I love her

Anisa encourages you to go rest your eyes for a couple minutes while she and Rime get some stuff organized to make the loading easier. You're tired so you agree, dropping into an armchair and passing out.

Rime, Anisa, Elowen, and Tulsi toast their cups (coffee for the first three, caffeinated tea for Tulsi) and get to work.

See, Felix has one of those eight-seater cars, the ones with the three rows. It's the only way all six of you will fit. Felix is gonna drive, Tulsi is gonna be in the passenger seat. Then Rime, Elowen and Anisa will share the second row.

Oh but the last row is a full row! That's still enough room for two people! Unless of course, they fold away two of the three seats to make enough room for stuff. Felix has to keep his books within reach :) and Tulsi needs her cooler full of energy drinks and snaccs :) and Rime needs his makeup chest so he can touch up while taking travel selfies :) and Anisa needs space to set up her little lap desk so she can do some work on her laptop :) and Elowen needs her sketchbook and case of pencils/charcoal/etc. nearby :) So :) you see :) there's really no way they could have packed the car that didn't end up leaving them one space short :)

Then they go to wake you up. Anisa sweetly explains that, oh, they don't have quite enough room to fit everyone so you'll have to sit on Sage's lap. Is that okay?

Well you can always take your car. The keys are by the- oh- what? Tulsi says they're not over there? You scowl and start to look around when Rime catches you by the shoulders. You guys have gotta get moving to avoid traffic. Your keys are somewhere in the house. You can find them when you get back. But if you're okay with it, the easy solution is just you sitting on Sage. Is that alright?

As much as they want to get you and Sage together already, no one wants you to be uncomfortable.

You take another sip of your tea, yawn, wave a hand, and tell them it's fine. Then go to the kitchen to put your now-empty mug in the sink. Meanwhile Tulsi and Elowen wake up Felix and Sage and quickly shove them out the door. The only reason Felix isn't bitching about being woken up so early is that he knows about the plan.

Sage is a little grumbly but Tulsi promises he can sleep in the car. So he wearily clambers into the back row. The sun is starting to raise and it warms the window. He leans against it for a little nap, eyes half-open and watching the others. Tulsi and Felix are hopping into the front. But why aren't Anisa and Those Two Assholes pulling the second row seats back up so they can-

And then you step out of the house. Your hair is a little rumpled from sleep and your eyes are barely open.

Sage's heart races. A flood of adrenaline rushes through him and he perks up. Oh you look so cute all barely awake like that and he can't help but think how adorable you'd be waking up in his bed-

And then you casually come over, crawl into his lap, slump against his chest, and mumble for him to put the seatbelt on.

...... Well He's Awake Now

Sage woke up today with morning wood. It's an (un?)fortunate coincidence. So when you casually plop your ass down on his bulge, wiggle a little to get comfortable, and lean your back flush against his chest,,,

Hahaha what the fuck??? He shoots Anisa a confused look. She smiles and says there wasn't enough room so he'll just have to put up with it. Then she and Rime and Elowen pull the second row up, effectively trapping you and Sage together.

Everyone loads in, does their little adjustments. Sage's face is bright red.

He is immediately glaring daggers at Tulsi in the rearview mirror. She casually grins at him, puts her earbuds in, and slides down in her seat to nap, making it clear Sage is on his own with this. Payback for all the times he teased her for being short.

Sage,, can't,,, put the buckle around both of you. You're barely awake at this point, but you grab his wrists and loops his arms around your waist. Then tell everyone to stfu so you can nap. Then pass out.

,,,,,,,, Sage Is Not Okay

The first two hours are spent with him trying to control his breathing and will away his throbbing boner. It doesn't help when the A/C doesn't really reach the back row. The others are talking but his heartbeat his too loud in his ears to listen. The two of are you in your own little world comprised of shared body heat, softness, and daydreams about what could be if he just got the courage to try.

Ooooooooh his head is spinning because you're so close and you're so soft and you smell so good and you look so cute when you're all peacefully snoozing and ooooooooh he cannot function

He,, doesn't want to be weird,,,, he really really really doesn't,,,,,,, but he's still sleepy because he didn't get much rest (Tulsi made him wake up stupid early and Felix's couch isn't that comfortable) and when your head is lolled back, cheek brushing softly against his, it really is all too easy for him to shyly rest his chin on your shoulder and close his eyes and try to relax. Try being the operative word. There's a certain part of him that's still way too tense.

It's painful but he's managing. You don't shift around in your sleep that much. Maybe that's because his arms are around you. As he slips in and out of sleep - in and out of dreams - visions of soft kisses and clasped hands and playful nips and casual confessions run through his head.

Then you wake up.

He's pulled out of sleep by your voice echoing in his ears. You're laughing about something and oh how the sound threatens to make his cock twitch a little. Especially when you're leaned forward, shifting the way your ass presses against his crotch. You've got your elbows on the row in front of you, your head between Elowen and Rime's as you watch him adjust his eyeliner in the mirror, laughing when he threatens to draw on your cheek. And when you laugh it sends a little vibration through you and then that vibrates his restrained dick and ooooh You Are Torturing Him. And then Elowen taps your nose with the butt end of her sketch pencil and you laugh again and lean back into Sage, wiggling your ass into his lap as you get comfy, tilting your head back to ask him how he slept. And then you're looking him in the eye, faces mere centimeters apart, while your ass unknowingly grinds against his cock?

h e l p

Sage spends most of the time glaring out the window, desperately trying to think of anything that will take the ache away. He's slowly losing his mind.

And then he makes the mistake of locking eyes with Elowen in the rearview mirror.

>:3

Elowen casually tells Felix that Oh, There's A Shortcut If You Just Turn Up There. And Felix hears the amusement in her voice and his Need For Chaos activates.

Felix turns onto the road. It's fine for the first half mile or so and Sage thinks, Hey, Maybe This Won't Be So Bad

...... And then the bumps start

OoOoOoOh He Is GoInG tO kIlL eLoWeN fOr ThIs BuT tHaT's AsSuMiNg He SuRvIvEs BeCaUsE tHiS iS tOrTuRe

AnD tHeN yOu YeLp In SuRpRiSe BeCaUsE yOuR hEaD nEaRlY sLaMs InTo ThE rOoF oF tHe CaR bEcAuSe YoU'rE nOt WeArInG a SeAtBeLt AnD tHe OnLy ThInG yOu CaN dO iS gRiP sAgE's ThIgHs AnD tRy NoT tO gO fLyInG sO nOw YoU'rE uNiNtEnTiOnAlLy PrEsSiNg YoUr AsS aGaInSt HiM wItH aLl YoUr MiGhT wHiLe YoU'rE bOtH sHaKiNg AnD

oH hIs SoUl AsCeNds

FoR tHe NeXt FeW mIlEs He HaS hIs FoReHeAd ReStInG AgAiNsT yOuR sHoUlDeR bEcAuSe HiS bRaIn Is LiTeRaLlY mElTiNg

AnD tHeN thE bumPs finaLly sLow dOwN. He cAn't exActLy catch his brEath just yEt but at leAst he doesn't NeEd to diE anymore.

And As he's gLaring oUt the window, dEsperately tRying to gEt his wits back about him (aNd keep hIs breathless panting hiDden) he fiNally sPots a repriEve.

A gAs sTation.

Luckily it's about then tHat the car cHimes that it's oUt of gaS. So Felix finaLly pulls off on the exit. The road is smooth again. Sage practically has tears of both frustration and relief in his eyes at this point and Holy Fucking Shit He Needs To Get You Off Him Right Fucking Now

It takes Rime, Elowen, and Anisa a solid few minutes to put their stuff off to the side,,, undo their seatbelts,,,, arch their backs and stretch out their arms,,,,,, wiggle their toes,,,,,,, oh their limbs fell asleep and if they try to walk right now they might fall so Sage has to be patient,,,,,,,, He's gonna kill them,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Anisa finally - finally! - pulls the second row down so you and Sage can get out. Sage is trying to help you out but he's so frantic that he inadvertently gives you a lil shove right on your butt. You trip a bit but Anisa manages to steady you. Sage doesn't even have the wherewithal to apologize, he just splutters out a desperate 'Bathroom!' and darts off before anyone can get a good look at him

It's one of those single bathrooms. Thank the gods it's unlocked. He has his pants unzipped before the door is even shut. Sweat runs down his forehead, his neck, his too-tight chest. He catches a glance of himself in the mirror and sees his face is beet red and there's a little bit of drool running down the corner of his mouth. He tries not to cringe. Hopefully you didn't notice. But there are more pressing matters in his hand right now.

Ooooh he lets out this soft hiss as soon as he grasps his cock because it's practically fucking raw. His knees are wobbly. He uses one hand to brace himself on the wall above the toilet. It's far from the most elegant place he's done it in, blowing his load into a dirty gas station toilet, but it's also not the worst place he's done it either so

He closes his eyes, lets out a breath, and very slowly starts to stroke. He has to ease his way into it or else he's afraid he'll pass out.

Fuck you were so cute when you were on him. The rough bumps would pull these little noises from you and as hard as he'd been trying not to pay attention, well, he'd been recording each and every one of those sounds deep in his brain, integrating them right into his fantasies. And he really can't shake the thought of your cute ass being naked and bouncing teasingly on his lap, his cock deep inside you as you moan and whimper and pull him closer and whine in his ear 'yes, God, fuck, don't stop, oh fuck please don't stop, I love you, fuck I love you so much, Sage-'

There's a slam on the door that rips him out of his daydream. He claps a hand over his mouth to hide any noises. His cock twitches in frustration in his hand.

"Sage!" You shout again. "You've been in there for ten minutes!! You alright??"

A shudder runs down his spine at the sound of your voice. He knows he should stop but he physically can't. His voice is strangled when he responds that He's Fine, He'll Be Out In A Minute! He's Just, Uh, Uh, Uh, Washing His Face!

"Well hurry up!" You call back. He can hear the roll in your eyes and the laugh in your voice. "Even with a little dirt on your cheek you'll still look very pretty!"

His knees wobble. He has to lean against the wall again. With nothing to use to muffle his whimpers he bites into his forearm, screwing his eyes shut tight as he desperately tries to hold himself together. But his hips have a mind of their own and they won't stop rocking into his hand. He's so so so close and the knowledge that you're Right There is driving him half insane,,,,,

He can just barely make out someone's voice, probably shouting from by the car.

"Okay!" You shout back. Then knock firmly on the door again. "Sage!"

All it really takes is his name on your lips to push him over the edge. "C-coming!" he groans, but really what he means is 'cumming' because lighting runs up his spine and his toes curl in his boots and his body goes rigid as he shoots one, two, three, four ropes of cum into the toilet. A tidal wave of warmth rushes through him and he crumples against the wall, gasping for breath. "C-coming... J-just... Give me a... A s-second..."

Gods he's drooling. Like a fucking dog. But he's too blissed out to really care at the moment.

You give an overdramatic sigh, a last knock on the door to remind him to hurry up, and head back over to the car. Everyone is standing around it, checking their phones or organizing the new snacks Tulsi got from the station store or snickering to each other. Rime and Elowen in particular are laughing. You go over and grab a snacc from the pile, opening up the package.

".... I think Sage is sick because it sounded like he was running a mile in there or something," You say nonchalantly. "Maybe I should buy him a Gatorade?"

Elowen and Rime start wheezing from laughter. Anisa is snorting into her muffin. Tulsi is grinning at her phone like she just won a bet. Felix is quietly sinking to his knees in barely-restrained giggles and laughter.

You give them all a confused look, shrug, and grab your wallet to go buy him an energy drink. Hopefully it'll help him feel better. There's still another couple of hours left on your drive after all!

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath x reader #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage #felix escellun #anisa anka #tulsi ain #elowen de bhaldraithe #rime varela #fren asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams #ns.fw

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1andxrea1tge1bisexual1here1 · 1 year

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🌸🐾 Hey everyone! I have some super exciting news from the twisted and altered universe of Courage the Cowardly Dog! Guess what? The villains have decided to take a year off from causing mischief! 🎉 But that's not all. Allow me to introduce you to a new character, Andrea Kaimai, a unique and mysterious addition to this bizarre universe. Let's dive in, shall we? 🌙✨

1️⃣ First things first, let's meet Andrea! She's a beautiful demon with a flower kimono, brown hair, and striking blue eyes. Her uniqueness lies in a bamboo muzzle that prevents her from speaking, similar to Nezuko from Demon Slayer. It's a cute little nod to the fandom! Plus, Andrea is a master of the uno game! 🎴🎮

2️⃣ Andrea loves her naps! It's her absolute favorite thing in the world. Katz, her older brother, made a cozy portable bed for her using her gray tote bag, complete with a soft pillow, her phone, a flashlight, and a protective blanket to shield her from the sunlight. After all, demons tend to turn to dust in the sun! 🌞💤

3️⃣ As Andrea wakes up from her nap in her trusty box, she discovers the villains having a friendly game of uno. Can you imagine her surprise? 😲 But fear not, she quickly falls in love with the game and joins in on the fun. It's heartwarming to see how everyone reacts when she appears. Let's break it down:

- Katz, being Andrea's caring brother, giggles joyfully when he finds her in the gray tote bag. 😄

- Other villains, like the Queen of the Black Puddle or Le Quack, can't help but smile or give her a gentle head pat. It's an adorable gesture of acceptance! 🤗

- Andrea also has a special bond with Eustace, who appreciates her offering a piece of bacon. A small gesture that brings them closer, believe it or not! 🥓❤️

4️⃣ Did you know that Andrea has a scar? It's a reminder of when she was turned into a demon, but she doesn't let it define her. She prefers to hide it, keeping it as her secret. It adds a touch of mystery to her character! 🔒💔

5️⃣ Koi fish lovers, rejoice! Andrea shares your passion for these beautiful creatures. She adores them just like Shinobu from Demon Slayer, who has a fondness for goldfish. It's a cute connection between the two! 🌸🐠

6️⃣ Seasonal fashionista alert! Andrea loves to switch up her style with each passing season. From y2k cutegore to cat core aesthetics, she rocks various outfits throughout the year. Fashion-forward and fierce! 👗🌸

7️⃣ Cats and cat cafes are two of Andrea's favorite things in the world. Whenever she's nearby, you can bet she'll seek out the nearest cat cafe to play with the adorable felines. And yes, she often enjoys napping there with ASMR playing in her headphones. A purrfect combination! 😺💕🎧

Now, let's not forget the rest of the villains! Each one receives a unique gift from Andrea:

- Bacon for the bacon-loving villain. 🥓

- A beautiful kimono for the fashion-conscious villain. 👘

- Uno cards for the game enthusiasts. 🎴

And finally, a list of what each villain does when they first

meet Andrea:

- Le Quack: Raises an eyebrow but offers a friendly smile. 😏🤝

- The Queen of the Black Puddle: Gives Andrea a regal nod of approval. 👑👋

- big toe : think she can do a hiest with her, but a hint of a smile breaks through. 😠😊

And that's a wrap, folks! Stay tuned for more updates from this altered universe. 📺✨ Remember, with a little bit of courage and a touch of mischief, anything is possible! 🐶💫

Emojis used: 🌸🐾🎉🌙✨1️⃣🎴🎮💤🌞😲😄🤗🥓❤️🔒💔🐠👗😺💕🎧🥓👘🎴😏🤝👑👋😠😊📺💫

Her appearance you can draw her but no shipping with her and the other villans you make memes withbher but ther Sfw she's 11 so no nsfw got it

‼️COMIC DUB‼️

Title: Katz Introduces Andrea Kaimai

[Panel 1: Katz is standing in front of a gathering of villains, including Le Quack, The Cajun Fox, The Queen of the Black Puddle, Dr. Gerbil, and Freaky Fred.]

Katz: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce someone special today. Meet Andrea Kaimai!

[Panel 2: Andrea enters the scene, wearing a beautiful flower kimono, with brown hair and blue eyes. She has a bamboo muzzle that prevents her from speaking. She stands confidently next to Katz.]

Andrea: *Nods and smiles warmly*

Katz: Andrea here is an upper-rank 1 demon, 上弦壱. But don't let that intimidate you! She has never harmed humans or caused any trouble.

[Panel 3: Close-up on Andrea's muzzle, resembling Nezuko's from Demon Slayer.]

Katz: You may notice her muzzle, which is a reference to Nezuko from Demon Slayer. It's part of her unique abilities.

[Panel 4: Conway the Contaminant is shown nearby, warning everyone.]

Conway: Be cautious, folks! If you dare touch Katz or Andrea, you'll pay the price. My contaminants won't spare you.

[Panel 5: Andrea approaches The Cajun Fox, offering a gentle hug.]

Andrea: *Opens her arms, gesturing for a hug*

[Panel 6: The Cajun Fox receives the hug, his eyes filled with surprise and vulnerability.]

Cajun Fox: *Tears well up in his eyes* My... my mom used to hug me like this. Before she... before she passed away.

[Panel 7: The Queen of the Black Puddle approaches Andrea, hesitantly accepting the hug.]

Queen of the Black Puddle: *Eyes widened* A hug... I haven't felt one in so long.

[Panel 8: Le Quack steps forward, apprehensive but longing for a hug.]

Le Quack: *Trembling* My father... he took his own life... in front of me.

[Panel 9: Andrea embraces Le Quack, and he breaks down, overwhelmed by emotions.]

Le Quack: *Crying* It's... it's just like when my mom hugged me before... before everything fell apart.

[Panel 10: Conway looks on, surprised by Andrea's ability to heal emotional wounds.]

Conway: Incredible... Andrea not only helps those in physical trouble but also heals the deepest emotional wounds.

[Panel 11: The comic dub ends with Andrea hanging out with the others.]

Andrea: don't worry it might help you with your emotional wounds

[Panel 12: Andrea smiles determinedly, ready to face whatever challenges come her way.]

Andrea: I will be a helper, just like in my dream. I won't cause mischief; I'll bring healing and love.

[End of comic dub]

#courage the cowardly dog au #black puddle queen #katz #courage the cowardly dog #cajun fox #clutching foot #le quack #banana suit dealer #freaky fred

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hallucinateonpaperspines · 5 months

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so I'm guesing that stunbolt will stay alive for now. Will he grow closer to his captors as time passes ?

My plan for Stunbolt is still very much up in the air. Originally he was going to be some locked away prisoner and easter egg of doom for some bot somewhere down the line.

Then this little twerp had the audacity to be like, "Uh, cool plan, but you know what would make even more sense? If that didn't happen? And my cowardly slightly weaselly character that is feeling regret has ✨🌈 character growth🌈✨"

And suddenly he was a consultant doing community service. Mech found my weak point and went for it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

We'll see where Stunbot's story goes, but that little nugget somehow obtained free will and I'm right here in the audience with all of you.

#ao3 author #tfp #transformers prime #aligned continuity #ao3 #once upon a time #maccadam

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yourmotherstrashmouth · 2 years

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Hi Sweetie ✨

I hope you're doing better than these past few days 🙏 I wanted to send you a message after my reply was such a failure, but I cowardly postponed. ..Nevertheless I'll do it very soon, I promise.

For the moment, I'd like to join in your Character Question Game & ask - obviously- Hange's question (I'd also liked to ask Levi's but I think I can't ask another one).

Hope to read your reply soon & sending you comforting vibes 🫂

Stay safe & take care my dear💖

Levi Ackerman = Would you describe yourself as a clean or messy person? Being the perfect combination of Levi and Hange together, I would say I like to be clean, but I’m messy.

Hange Zöe = Do you prefer to dance in the rain or stay cozy inside? Stay cozy inside because I would probably catch a cold if I go to dancing in the rain.

#character ask game

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why were your parents your anti role models??

Trash mother emotionally abused me for like my entire life until I finally moved out in 2020. Trash father sat there and watch, didn't protect me, was a cowardly pushover. They're selfish, instead of taking a chance to help others they stay to themselves, they literally make fun of anyone who's emotional (AKA they mocked and made fun of me which led me to becoming a robot when I was a child), cuss at me (for example; mother called me all sorts of names from the book like bitch & slut), whenever I got sick or hurt they'd get SUPER angry but thats only bc they'd have to take time out of their day to bring me to the doctors/pay for it, they gossip, drink alot, controlling to the point where they forced me to stay inside like 24/7, not socialized or have a life. Oh yeah I also remember my mother getting mad at me over the smallest shit like when I forgot to this Nair bottle she said I had no life and when she herself sent me to get a tank top to wear while giving me small confusable? instructions, when I got the wrong one she called me a bitch for it. And yes I'm serious, that's what you get in that house if you make ANY SMALLEST mistake.

BASICALLY, they're my anti role models bc I don't want to be like THAT. I don't want to treat my future children like THAT. In fact I'm not even sure if I should have kids bc thats just how afraid I am of fucking them up like how my own parents fucked me up. LOL. Trust me I could list every fucking bad thing almost my entire family did to me, dating back to when I was toddler. That's how scarred I am, it's called ✨✨✨trauma✨✨✨

AND THAT IS WHY LADIES & GENTS, that's why I'm diagnosed w/ depression & anxiety. LMAO.

++++Oh yeah also, I just found out I was autistic this year so they spent their entire lives bullying me when technically I was already down that's why I was deemed as such a fuck up to them & the family. Imagine your own child finding out their autistic in their 20s without the help of you? That's fucking insane.

#Michelle's love letters #only anger & pride is what fuels me now

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gabbaclub · 5 months

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✨Character✨ Legacy Challenge

Hey! This is the sims 4 character legacy challenge, this legacy challenge is a 10 generation legacy where each generation is loosely based on a different fictional character.

Universal rules:

No money cheats unless stated otherwise

All heirs and spouses may be of any gender

No mods that make gameplay easier

Lifespan must stay on normal

Your sims do not have to resemble the generation they are but if you want to they can

self discoveries are not aloud unless the generation allowed you to pick one of the traits (ex: robin hood lets you pick some of the traits so this generation you are aloud to have self discoveries.)

Generation one- Barbie

You were raised to be a perfect housewife while also being fully skilled and able to succeed in whatever career you wanted.

Traits: Family oriented/ overachieving/ high maintenance Aspiration: soulmate Career: doctor/ stay at home painter or gardener

Move onto an empty lot or a small starter home worth 10,000 simoleons

Join doctor career and work up to level 6

Quit doctor career and become stay at home painter or gardener

Marry someone then have at least 2 children with them

all children must have at least one parenting value

complete at least one collection

reach level ten cooking/baking/ and painting or gardening

complete aspiration

Generation two- Kim Possible

You grew up in a cute household where family was everything but you just want to live your life as a single soul fighting crime.

Traits: Ambitious/ self-assured/ dance machine Aspiration: City Native Career: Secret Agent

Attraction must be set to neither

Reach level 10 of career

Complete aspiration

Have science baby as single parent

max logic and charisma skills

Generation three- SpongeBob

You grew up super lonely due to your parent having you as a single parent so you made it a point to surround yourself with friends and family, you also really love cooking.

Traits: Foodie/ outgoing/ cheerful Aspiration: Appliance Wiz Career: Food stall

Run a food stall

Complete aspiration

Have a club with at least 3 sims not including yourself

Have 1 bestfriend

Meet your soulmate and have children with them

Complete cooking/ gourmet cooking skills

complete city recipes collection

Generation four- Danny Phantom

You always had a thing for ghosts, growing up you decided that you needed to help innocent sims who are being wrongfully haunted by unwanted ghosts.

Traits: Clumsy/ Geek/ Bro Aspiration: Friend of the world Career: Paranormal Investigator

Live on a haunted lot for the rest of your life

Become a paranormal investigator

Obtain the brave trait

Max medium skill

Generation five- Courage The Cowardly Dog

You love writing books but growing up with ghosts has made you super paranoid so the only solution was to isolate yourself.

Traits: Paranoid/ Squeamish/ Socially Awkward Aspiration: Bestselling Author Career: Writer

Move away from your family and never attend any social events

never talk to anyone except your partner and family

max writing career and complete aspiration

must write at least 4 books

complete writing skill

Generation six- Robin Hood

Your life growing up was boring but one thing you learned after having so much time on your hands was that the rich need to be taught a lesson!

Traits: Kleptomaniac/ you pick/ you pick Aspiration: mansion baron(don't have to complete) Career: thief

move into a small dirty apartment/house and have only 500 simoleons to your name

only make money from stealing

must steal from at least 10 different sims

reach level 10 mischief

marry a rich sim

Generation seven- Cruella Deville

You grew up with not the greatest influence and so when you fell in love with coats of all kinds you knew the best way to afford your expensive shopping addiction was to illegally breed and sell dogs.

Traits: Evil/ Materialistic/ mean Aspiration: fabulously wealthy Career: dog breeder

must have at least 2 male and 2 female dogs in your household until you have a mansion(can only obtain dogs by stealing them from other households or strays)

can only have up to two kids

must divorce at least once and marry someone for money

must attend the flea market once and buy two things for your home

must always dress elegantly

Generation eight- Mako Mermaids (ik this is a whole series)

Your life has been very bleak and boring due to your mothers cold nature and as you got older you craved any bit of spice to your life and that opportunity came when took a vacation to the beach and found an interesting looking fruit.

Traits: Child of the ocean/child of the island/vegetarian Aspiration: Beach Life Career: Conservationalist

go on a solo vacation as a teenager to sulani

eat mermadic kelp

move to sulani

reach level 10 of career and restore sulani

reach level 10 logic skill

complete island treasure and seashell collection

Generation nine- Daphne Blake

you grew up on the islands and are one with the world, and yet you know your true calling is solving mysteries and there just so happens to be a small town with one dark secret just for you to solve.

Traits: outgoing/ genius/ geek Aspiration: strangerville mystery Career: scientist

move to strangerville

reach level 8 of scientist career

complete aspiration and fight the mother

have 4 close friends that are not directly related to you(cousins are fine)

go to the bar every weekend

date a military person

marry another scientist

Generation ten- Mr. Krabs

After seeing news reports of what happened in your hometown strangerville you felt as though it wasn't safe even though your mom saved the town you still wanted to move away and run a hotel to the best of your abilities.

Traits: materialistic/ cringe/ you pick Aspiration: five star property owner Career: landlord

Make a small motel looking building called the krusty towers

each unit must only have a bathroom, bedroom, small seating area (can be dining table or couch), a small tv, and a mini fridge

must have common area that has a kitchen, activity area, and little closet with the power box and water heater.

complete aspiration and visit tiger sanctuary at least once

spouse must be a teacher and have the nosy neighbor aspiration as well as the nosy trait

your lot and the community space must have the mold lot trait at all times

never move from your motel

✨Congratulations!✨ You finished my legacy challenge :) feel free to upload your sims from this challenge to the hashtag #charleggc I hope you enjoyed this challenge and if you are in need of a new challenge I have plenty on my blog @gabbaclub.tumblr.com

#sims4 #challenge #gabbaclub

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