it's just so much more fun playing ts2 if you make your sim a messy bitch lmao.
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When they were 8 years old, Jonathan Sims watched one of their bullies die at the hands of the Leitner known as Mr. Spider. They found themselves unable to share their experience with his grandmother, instead delving into whatever books he could find to soothe their mind. This led them down a path which eventually found them with a small notebook in his hands, scribbling down notes as he scrambled through abandoned buildings, poking Artifacts with sticks. After being saved once or twice by a disgruntled Gertrude Robinson, they continued to investigate, becoming a sort of ward of many of the Avatars of London. He observed the process of skin burning on many afternoons spent with Jude Perry, trembling but ultimately standing still, wide eyed, drinking it all in. They learned how to spin a baton and balance on a tightrope while Nikola Orsinov clapped delightedly at his efforts. Annabelle Cain herself helped him find closure and peace after they confided in her what had happened with the Leitner. Many others would ask after his well-being, sending them birthday gifts and dropping by with treats the one time they became sick with the flu. Gertrude, reluctant as she was to let a child be claimed by a Fear, helped him forge a connection to the Eye, and taught them how to hide from James Wright, then from Elias Bouchard. Now, they have found a position as her replacement, the Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute.
How will they manage to handle their grief for Gertrude, evade Bouchard’s schemes, diffuse political tensions between the Avatars, and wrangle their trio of disconcertingly attractive and devastatingly mischievous assistants?
Well, for once in his life, he really just doesn’t Know. Should be interesting, at least.
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In other words, I've decided to do a chatfic. Kinda. Jon knows how to use a phone, that's it that's the premise.
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i was looking for more fat body presets and tell me why the names for these sets by a particular cc creator are stereotypically antiblack and fatphobic as hell…mind you one of them is literally called ”my 600lbs” which refers to that fatphobic and exploitative ass show
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Kiyoshi: Good morning, sleepyhead.
Alfie: Mmm... Five more minutes, please.
K: (chuckles and kisses Alfie) What about no?
A: (sighs happily) I guess I can see your point. No more sleep.
K: Sleep well?
A: Uh uh. Except for the human-shaped radiator who got me nearly overheating in the middle of the night. Had some good dream too.
K: Oh yeah? Was I in it?
A: Of course. Remember when you first came to my house to live? What we did?
K: Pillow fight?
A: Nah, after. In the corridor, of all places.
K: Oh. Those promise rings were so bad quality, I really need to find replacements. Nickel-less, this time.
A: In my dream, you did. With the real thing.
K: You dreamt of us... getting married?
A: Yes. No. Getting engaged. But, yeah.
K: I promise you, we'll do that some time.
A: Yeah?
K: Yes. You and me? It's forever. God, I love you so much.
A: Love you too.
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[fic: double blind] If there's not too many AU questions yet, the AU from one of the previous asks lives in my head rent free - the one where somehow (magic? probably magic) extremis!Tony and cured!Tony exist at the same time and the former realizes that Peter very much prefers the latter. So if it's ok, question for that extremis!Tony:
So what are you planning to do now, how will you go about "winning Peter back", so to speak? Will you do anything about the non-extremis-enhanced version of yourself? Will you still try to continue with your plans, or will this development cancel them/put them on hold? I'm so incredibly curious xD
I will… have to try to understand him. He doesn't… see the world the same way, and… if he can't accept my plans, in the end-- he has to come first. I… none of this is worth anything without him.
I need him to-- trust me, that I want the best for him, and… if he doesn't want what I'm offering, I'll have to-- give him what he does want instead. I can do that for him. Easily. Easily.
And when I've re-earned his trust we can revisit my plans, and I can make them new with his input-- it will be better that way. It will work. I can make it work.
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I decided to build the Vargas temps a mini church for funsies
Scriabin pls, you’re in public
Edgar was being simultaneously antisocial and very social by dodging everyone trying to greet him by playing chess with one of the kids haha
Check back in on Scriabin and Todd since they’re basically the only ones still inside-
AWWW ♥
Meanwhile Edgar got summarily pickpocketed. He even patted his head condescendingly, I hate this guy’s animations >:0
And back home again, Todd’s so cute hehe ♪
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