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alastorqueen · 3 months

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You Are Enough

Ok, so I was playing AC Mirage in the middle of last night for the second time. I enjoyed the game for what it was, despite some nitpicks. It nestled right in with the og games. While playing, this idea popped into my head so I decided to write this little drabble. We all have our moments when we feel like we have to work hard to prove something to people before focusing on improving ourselves. Hopefully this can lift up someone who understands because I certainly do. Enjoy.

The story is a Basim x reader using the female pronouns instead of y/n. But feel free to use whatever you prefer.

Basim gasped for breath as he rose up from his sleep. Another nightmare. Nothing new, all the same. He gazed up at the ceiling for a brief moment and began to control his breathing. After looking around the darkened room, he was preparing to lay back down to fall back asleep, until he heard a faint noise downstairs. It wasn't quite loud, but just enough to be heard.

Curious, he lifted the covers off of him and stepped out of bed to go check the source of the noise. As he descended down the stairs, he peered around to see a faint light glowing with a female silhouette near it. Her back was turned and Basim was so quiet she didn't hear anything as she was attentively focused working on something.

Basim softly called out her name. She snapped her head to face him and smiled. She was a bit startled because she was not aware of his presence or how long he was standing there, but paid it no mind.

"Basim, I thought you were asleep." She said. He shrugged. "Well I was, but..." He paused, not feeling like addressing the matter why he was awake. So he focused on her reasoning instead. "Still working on that project I see."

"Uh-huh." She replied dismissively. Basim knew about this. She's been working all afternoon, and for whatever reason had a habit of doing projects well into the day without the consideration of rest. Once before when she completed something after many days working on it, the sheer fatigue was so evident in her face she looked as if she might collapse. He can see it now when she turned to face him in that brief moment. Dark circles formed around her eyes, the weary yet determined expressions.

Basim didn't want to intrude on her and tell her that she should take a break. Perhaps she was just a hard-worker and that was part of the regime. But now, he knows he needs to say something.

"You really should rest. You are going to work yourself into exhaustion." He said with genuine concern, stepping closer to her.

She glanced quickly at him before turning to her duties. "I-I know I just want to get this done first."

Allah, she even sounds tired. Basim thought.

"You can get this done another day." He suggested, reaching out to rub her shoulder. She looked like she was in pain being hunched over for however long she was sitting there.

Basim did not understand what happened in that moment when she suddenly stopped what she was doing and looked down at the table, only to begin sobbing.

He called her name again and turned her shoulder towards him so she could face him. He took her chin gently in his hand to raise her face up. "What's the matter?" She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Talk to me habibi, tell me what's wrong."

She rolled her eyes trying to avoid more tears from falling, which failed. She still refused to look at Basim, even when she faced him. She felt embarrassed crying to him over this. But why?

"It's just that," she hesitated. "I feel like I'm not doing enough, like no matter how much I try it's never enough."

Oh. Now it all makes sense.

"What has happened to you in this place we have to call life, that makes you feel this way about yourself?" He asked tenderly. Her shoulders sagged when Basim started to massage them, patiently awaiting her answer.

"I see others work very little or about the same and they gain so much. It's like no one gives me a chance to prove myself, to show what I am capable of. This is why I work so hard, stay up late, compromise my well-being."

Basim stared at her with eyes of compassion and understanding. He knows what that feels like. He himself has endured it many times within the Brotherhood of the Hidden Ones. Even now, he still struggles with those moments of inadequacy. But he didn't want to focus on himself, he's going to tell her what he had to learn.

"Look at me." He said firmly, yet kindly enough for her to raise her tearful eyes at him. "You cannot waste your time trying to find worth from others before you find it within yourself. You have to realize that you are enough. Otherwise if you keep trying to seek everyone else's approval and they don't see it, neither will you. Embrace all that you are. Your flaws, your talents, your weaknesses, your strengths. That is what makes you who you are, no one else. That is what makes you more than enough, habibi."

He cupped her face in his hands, gazing intently into her eyes because he wants her to hear this clearly and concisely.

"You are enough."

As she stared into his honey brown eyes, she knew he meant everything he said. This was not about just making her feel better, she had to see her worth first before seeking anyone's validation. Risking her own self-care was not necessary for this.

"Thank you, Basim." She said ever so softly, still reeling from his words.

He gave her a small, yet sweet smile before leaning closer to place a kiss on her forehead. "Now come to bed, rest your body."

She nodded. Then after placing her equipment neatly on the table, she covered the small flame to blow out the lamp, and stood up with Basim to head upstairs.

"I will never forget your words Basim." She said. "But I sometimes do tend to fall back into my habits."

"It happens to all of us." Basim admitted. "But when you do, make sure my words come to mind."

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed mirage #ac mirage #basim ibn ishaq #basim x reader #ac basim

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iheartchv · 3 months

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hihi, hope i'm not disturbing you ‼️ May I request a romantic cod matchup? THANKYYOUUU 🔥(if you're not accepting these asks now, feel free to delete this💕💕)

I use she/her pronouns, and my mbti is ENTP. I'm chinese and I have very dark brown eyes and hair (it almost appears black) that is cut into a shoulder-length jellyfish hairstyle. I'm 5'2 (159cm) and I'm both very happy about my height yet I am pissed that I am just 1cm short of being 160cm 😔. I am quite slim due to my high metabolism, but I still have dreams of becoming so buff that I can lift a car 🚗💪💪. I'm usually just wearing medical scrubs, but when I'm free, I alternate between tight crop tops and loose shirts with jean shorts or cargo pants.

I have mild adhd and depersonalization-derealization disorder, but I do eat my meds (at least for the adhd). Despite that, I'm still able to do fairly well in school, as my course is finally something that I'm interested in (medicine). That being said, I don't have much time for myself during the day and I end up lying down and scrolling on tumblr or youtube shorts until I fall asleep at ungodly hours in the morning.

As for my hobbies, I like doing art, gaming on roblox with my friends (we've kept in touch since primary and secondary school) or going on hikes to spot different creatures and catch them. My favourite subjects are: history and physics, as well as biology and art. While I am an ENTP, I consider myself more of an ambivert as I prefer hanging out with people I know, and keeping a tight knit of friends and I'm fine with being alone. I have almost no shame, though, so I don't get embarrassed or shy when I need to approach someone or perform in front of a large audience.

I really like listening to a mix of music genres, my favourite artists are: will wood, mother mother, WHOKILLEDXIX, cavetown, Ado, molchat doma, Kate bush, Ashnikko and Lady gaga.

sorry if it was a bit long, I got excited to yap a little 😔. THANKS THOUGH 💪‼️

//sure thing ^v^/❤

🤔 your match is...

Simon "Ghost" Riley

I think Ghost would be your match

Opposites attract

While he's more reserved, you tend to be more open

Over time he'll come out of his shell

Around you at least

When you approached him he was intrigued by your bravery and guts

Not many would casually walk up to him for anything, just a few members of Task Force 141

If he's not on duty, he will hang out worh you if he's got nothing to do

Eventually he becomes good friends with you

And protective of you

Little did he know he was falling for you

Soap will sometimes flirt with you, but it's harmless

Usually Ghost wouldn't care, but he didn't like seeing him that way with you

He felt... jealous

"What, do you like her or something, Lt?" He'd joke.

Ghost wouldn't reply, not wanting to embaress himself or you

He then starts finding ways to spend time with you, be around you

If it seems like he's being a bigger jerk than before, it's just because he cares about you and wants what's best for you

When you're not looking he will be looking or staring at you... until he gets caught and looks away quickly

He knows he likes you, you know he likes you *cough, Soap told you, cough*

...But he doesn't say anything to you... yet

However one day at the base, after Ghost finished a mission that dragged on for what seemed like months, you tell him how you feel about him

It was then that he was 100% sure about himself

He felt like he could be himself around you, and that you accept him as he is

He will slip off with you to tell you how he felt about you, too

Ghost loves your height

Thinks your perfect

Loves eveything about you

Of course, when it comes to the lovey dovey romantic stuff, he will keep his mask on, only revealing his lips when he kisses you

But if you're all in in the relationship, ans he is so comfortable, he will let you see his face, see Simon, not Ghost, with your own eyes

That is a sign of trust, and he trusts you to keep it a secret

He would never realize how touch starved he is until you

He loves having you in his arms when he can

It gives him a sense of peace, that he's here with you

Being in medicine will have its perks

He will come to you for any aches or pains he feels

Your treatments, whatever you persxribe or give him, will do the trick

And in return for what you done for him, he will give back

If you're in trouble or in need, he'll be there

He will protect you, always watch over you

Wants you to call him if you need to

"I promise, you'll be safe, love"

#ask #anon #anon ask #anonymous #cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #request #matchup #match up #iheartchv

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fluffypandabun · 5 months

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First of all I am absolutely in love with your writing style! I love your fics so much and wanted to request something if your free? What about Switch Casey and Switch Mikey? I picture them to have a good relationship that’s silly and fun. Maybe they could be gaming or be giving the other a massage which leads to tickles? Tysm and have a wonderful day!

Awww tysm im so glad you enjoy my writting! Also Sure Sure!!!! Mikey and Casey are an underated duo imo and I really need to write for them more, I hope you enjoy this very silly fluff<3

There were a lot of things Casey had to learn about now that he would be spending the rest of his days in a non apocalyptic timeline. It was admittedly a rather big adjustment to go from living in a world tinted red where food and was scarce and everyday was a fight for survival, to a world filled with bright colors and clean air with a well protected lair to sleep in (Donnie made sure of that) and plenty of food to eat (Mikey made sure of that one).

It could be overwhelming, and on days when it was really bad Casey would find himself curled up with his back to the wall, eyes squeezed shut, and he was able to pretend for just a little bit Leo, HIS Leo would be the one to knock on his door to ask him if he was alright. As much as Casey appreciated and cared for the younger turtles, who had taken him in as one of them and gave him his own place to stay in this familiar unfamiliar world, he still found himself missing his family from the future. And as bad as that future had been, being with his family had made it worth it.

Thats where Casey found himself today, hidden under the bed Raph and Donnie had “found” and put together for him in a spare train car they had fixed up. He admittedly felt a bit childish, hiding under the bed like this. But it felt…safe in a way he couldn't describe. His back was pressed firmly against a wall and he had a clear view of the entrance of the room, covered by a green curtain to give him privacy. Casey would have preferred a door but he was grateful for some sort of cover from the outside.

He sighed softly, fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie. The material softer than anything he was used to, a stark contrast to the rough scratchy feeling of the fabric of his battle suit. As nice as hoodie felt on his body, he found himself missing the familiarity of his battle suit and he was half tempted to crawl out from under the bed to try and find it (He knew where it was, folded neatly on top of the small table that acted as his bedside dresser, easy to grab incase he ever needed it in a pinch) when there was a knock on the side of the train car and the entrance curtain shifted as Mikey poked his head in.

“Case my dude! What do you want for dinner…” The box turtle trailed off with a frown, brow raising as he looked around the room. “Casey..?”

“Down here.” Casey called muffled from under the bed, he poked his head out looking sheepish and feeling more than a bit embarrassed. Mikey looked at him and beamed, walking over and plopping himself down.

“There you are!” He cocked his head to the side. “What are you doing under there?”

Casey squirmed until he had pulled himself out from under the bed, sitting crossed legged beside Mikey who was still patiently waiting for an answer. Casey tried to think of one but found he couldn't piece together the words, so he just shrugged.

“I….don't know…” He sighed. “Hiding…? I guess..?’

Mikey frowned; “Hiding? From what?”

Casey grimaced, voice unsure. “...Everything? Kinda? I mean…” he trailed off and when Mikey gave him an encouraging look he took a deep breath and continued.

“A lot of things here are still new to me, you know? And sometimes…sometimes there's too much new stuff and it can get kinda just..”

“Overwhelming?” Mikey offered, Casey nodding.

“Yeah! Overwhelming.”

Mikey nodded sagely for a moment before he spoke.

“Why didn't you come to one of us?”

The teen rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I uh…didn't want to bother you…?”

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth at the look Mikey shot him, the box turtle crossing his arms over his chest. “Casey, you know you can always come to us for anything right?”

The way he said it definitely left no room for debate, not that Casey ever would debate him, he knew just as well as the others how Mikey could be, he nodded quickly, hands held out in front of him.

“I know I know! Im…just still used hiding being my first option, old habits die hard yeah?”

The box turtle's gaze immediately softened and he scooted himself closer to the teen to rest a hand on his knee. Casey was surprised at how much the touch helped ground him and he felt the tension he hadn't realized he’d been holding in his shoulders leave.

“Are you feeling better now?” he asked and Casey took the time to think on his answer before he slowly nodded.

“Yeah I think so…everythings still a bit…floaty, but I’m okay.” He shot the turtle teen a genuine but still shaky smile to show he meant it. Mikey took his hand away from his knee, much to Casey's dismay at the lack of contact, to rub at his chin.

He hummed to himself in thought for a moment before his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. “I got it!” the turtle quickly stood, pointing at Casey.

“Wait right here I’ll be right back.!”

Casey could only get out a nod before the turtle had ran out of the room, he didn't even have the time to fully process what the turtle could even be doing before Mikey reappeared, dramatically thrusting out his hand to hold up a handful of washable markers.

“Behold! I have returned with a solution!”

Casey blinked a few times, knees held to his chest. “You…want to draw..?”

“Correction my friend.” Mikey chirped, plopping back down next to the human. “I want to draw on you.”

Casey raised a brow “....Me…?”

“Yeah!” Mikey grinned, bouncing up and down on the spot.

“Whenever Leo gets all Spacey and stuff he lets me draw on him to help ground him and stuff! Plus, these are washable markers so you don't have to worry about them staining your skin or anything!”

The turtle's excitement was contagious and it cause a slight grin to tug on Caseys lips as he chuckled. “Alright sure, I’ll give it a try…as long as you promise not to draw anything dumb on me”

Mikey sent him a truly innocent smile, “I would never, now, gimmie!”

He made a reach for Caseys arm and after a second of hesitation, he rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal tanned arms littered with scars. Mikey moved to sit up against the bed beside him pressed up close to the human's side, grabbing his now sleeveless arm and tugging it across his lap.

“Right, now you can tell me to stop at any time if you don't like it alright?”

Casey nodded, and after a moment of hesitation, he shifted his body slightly so he could comfortably rest his head on the shorter turtle's shoulder. Mikey paused for a moment, before letting out a pleased sort of noise as he uncapped one of the markers and drew a line on the top side of Casey's hand.

Casey flinched slightly, “Feels weird” he muttered, though he made no move to pull his hand away, and after a second Mikey continued to draw across his hand, rambling about some cooking show Casey had never heard of.

It was…nice…very nice actually, the soft sensation of the marker across the top of his hand and the sound of Mikey's animated voice made Casey feel warm. He eyes grew heavy and he gave up trying to keep up with what Mikey was saying as his eyes started to slip shut, he was nearly about to fall asleep when Mikey suddenly flipped his hand over and started drawing on his palm.

Caseys eyes snapped open and it took every ounce of self control he had to not yank his hand away right then and there, soft tingly sensations spread across his palm and up to the tip of his fingers as Mikey lazily drew lines and circles across his palm, coloring in old scars and going on a tangent about pie crusts.

Casey bit down on his lip, screwing his eyes shut he fought to not let a peep escape him, but it was getting harder by the second and Casey could only hope that Mikey moved on to drawing on a different spot before he just about burst from all the giggles building up in his chest.

Luckily, Casey got his wish, not so luckily the spot Mikey decided to move on to was his wrists, and if the sensation was bad on his palms it got about ten times worse there.

Unable to fight back any longer, giggles began to spill from Casey's lips, hunching up his shoulders as he tugged at his hand desperate to get away from the tickly feeling.

Mikey, mid rant about the importance of a good non soggy pie crust, stopped in his tracks, he turned to the giggling teen and cocked his head to the side, bemusement on his face.

“Uhh I didnt think pie crusts were that funny to you Case...”

The human shook his head, still tugging at his wrists, even thought Mikey had stopped drawing the phantom feelings were still there and it left him giddy with laughter.

“IIhihihihit t-tihihihihickles!”

Mikey blinked a few times, looking down at the marker in his hand and then back up at Casey a few times before his eyes lit up and his face split into a beaming smile.

“Awwwww Casey!” He laughed. “You have ticklish hands? That's adorable!”

Before Casey could protest Mikey quickly began drawing on his palms again, this time not caring to make anything other than quick scribbles and slow circles, whatever made Casey laugh more.

And laugh he did, with a squeal Casey all but flailed about, face flushed and nose wrinkled as he giggled, occasionally squeaking in between bouts of laughter.

“N-Noohoho! Mikey!”

“Yeeees Casey?” Mikey hummed, tracing the lines in the human's palms to make him squeak. “Is there something you need? I know I need you to stop squirming, im trying to draw here you know! Your gonna mess me up!”

If Casey could glare at the turtle he would. “Y-Yoohohohour just drawing s-scrhihihibles!”

Mikey let out an offended gasp, doubling down on his scribbling down Casey's wrist. “Hey! It's called abstract art.”

Casey started giggling even harder, and Mikey giggled right alongside him. Happy to see the normally quiet and melancholy teen practically glowing with laughter.

It was at this moment Casey's mind suddenly remembered the fact he had a hand free, which so far had just been flailing about uselessly at his side. Uncoordinated and lost in laughter, he grasped frantically around on his bed with his free hand before he found what he was looking for.

Holding on tight to the pillow he whipped it around and smacked Mikey straight in the face with it, the turtle let out a surprised ‘Oof!’ and fell back,letting go of Casey's hand who immediately brought it back to hold against his chest while giggling.

Mikey lay sprawled on his back for a moment, silent from shock before he burst into laughter, sitting up on his elbows and grinning playfully at Casey, still laughing.

“Duhuhude! Did you just smack me in the face with a pillow!?”

Casey giggled softly looking just a little bit apologetic. “Sorry! Sorrhehehy! I had to defend myself somehow!”

Mikey's smile turned more mischievous as he sat up, “Oh yeah? Well should have made sure I stayed down, Jones!”

With a war cry the smaller turtle threw himself at the human, who cried out in surprise as he was knocked back to the floor, for a split second Casey's instincts told him he was actually being attacked, but the feeling soon passed and his panic turned to giddy playfulness and he was back to laughing, trying to grab at the turtle and push him off, the two of them fighting for the upper hand as they tussled on the floor.

Casey had his own apocalyptic training behind him, but Mikey was still a trained ninja, and a mutant one with super strength at that. And the turtle's fingers finding themselves buried in between the spots on his ribs certainly didn't help either.

Casey let out a rather embarrassing snort, half grappling with the turtle and half flailing as his laughter got a bit more frantic.

“aHA! M-Mihihihkey! T-TahaAHTS! Y-Your cheaATIHIHIHING!”

Mikey cackled evilly. “Always use your enemies' weakness against them! Didn't your sensei teach you that~?”

“Sh-Shuhuhuhut uuhuhuP!”

“Hm, clearly your sensei didn't teach you manners huh?” Mikey tsked disapprovingly, and if Casey had another pillow within reach he would have smacked him with it again.

Well fine, if he wanted to be like that then two could play at that game.

Reaching up, Casey used his free hands to slip under the turtle's arms, wiggling his fingers in the same way he’d seen the others do before. With a loud shriek Mikey clapped his arms down, trapping Casey's fingers and sealing his own fate as the human teen gained the upper hand.

“Actually” Casey spoke over Mikey's loud cackles. “My Sensei did teach me to use my enemies' weakness against them, good thing we share the same weakness huh?”

Mikey shrieked with bright happy laughter as he squirmed back and forth underneath the now triumphant Casey, frantically kicking out his legs as he pushed at the humans arms.

“W-Wahihihihit! Cahahase I-Im sohohohoHOHOHORY!”

“Never start a fight you can't finish, didn't your sensei teach you that?” Casey teased, Mikey snorted.

“Ihihihim g-gonna tell ehehehveryone a-about youhohor tihihicklish haHAHANDS!”

Casey felt his face flush, he already knew Leo would have a field day with that one, he moved his hands down to poke at the box turtles sides. “You wouldn't dare!”

“Wahahatch me!” Mikey cried, reaching up to grab onto the humans' sides causing him to squeak and falter, once again giving Mikey the upperhand.

The two teens continued to tussle on the floor, neither keeping the upper hand for long as their laughter filled the room, the question of what would be made for dinner long put on the back burner.

There were a lot of things Casey still had left to learn, but maybe learning how to be a kid again was a pretty good start.

#pandabuns post #pandabun asks #pandabuns fic #rottmnt tickles #rottmnt tickle fic #ticklish! casey #ticklish! mikey #Thank u for this idea it was very fun to writeeee #i hope u enjoyed!!!

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luminitewrites · 1 year

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Domesticity

Heard there was talk about Eclipse having a working mouth and thought, yeah, I'll jump on that bandwagon.

This is based on this ask, and I am gleefully leaning into that "domestic" part here. Eclipse can be a little tamed, as a treat. No rhyme or reason to this drabble, but it's set in a very impossible AU of @naffeclipse's Sleuth Jesters wherein somehow, the vigilante chooses to join the mob boss, and they enter a relationship.

Rating: T Word Count: ~4K Content Warnings: Nudity, bruises, biting, heavy makeouts, and suggestive themes.

The suggestive content does toe the line here, but I believe I've kept it safe enough that the reader can interpret it to their preference. If anyone feels that this needs additional warnings, feel free to let me know.

Enjoy!

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Quiet days are uncommon for you. There is always something to do, something—or someone—that needs attention, and the hours have a tendency to just slip by. Before you know it, the day has ended and the night has fallen and there’s little free time to do much of anything for yourself.

But when you wake up one morning to the warm sunlight streaming across the bed, you stretch underneath its warmth and the silk sheets resting over you like a sleepy cat soaking in the rays. Opening your eyes seems too arduous of a task, so you opt to keep them closed against the orange glow shining through your eyelids and try to think of what tasks await you today. Your thoughts move sluggishly, slipping through your fingers like sand. You might doze off once or twice in the middle of trying to catch a single coherent thought.

When you do start to awaken, it’s to an idle sensation rubbing against your knuckles. Explorative and curious. You crack open your eyes just a bit against the brilliant sunshine and find that your left hand has been taken captive by a much larger, metal one. Your palm is loosely pressed against the other’s, and a thumb is smoothly gliding over your fingers. It lingers mainly on your ring finger, sweeping up and down the rest, then returning before repeating the cycle.

How abnormally gentle. Eclipse is rarely like this, unless you are asleep, and even then, you sometimes wake in the morning to fresh bruises painted somewhere on your skin. This softer side of him is one that you fail to see often, but you hoard it like a treasure. You’re the only person he trusts to be with like this.

So either he’s in a good mood, or he’s quietly contemplating murder. Of course, the latter also has the possibility of putting him in a good mood, so it’s hard to guess what he’s thinking in these special moments.

You consider testing the waters and seeing just how far you can push your luck today. Granted, you do that every day regardless, but it’s become a bit of a game for you, and you do enjoy seeing him heated. You always end up paying for it later in some way or other, but that’s just part of the game, and he hasn’t killed you for it—yet.

A smile creases your lips, but before you can put your cute wit to good use, his rumbling voice comes from behind you.

“Your hand is looking a little bare,” he says.

His chest is flush at your back, both his and your shirts lost to the floor last night—though your silk pajama bottoms snag against the fabric of his pants when you shift your legs—so you can feel the sonorous velvet of his words like they are vibrating against your spine. You still haven’t quite pinpointed where his voicebox is, but you’re certain it’s located in his chassis because he has no issue listening to himself talk even during moments when your mouth is sealed atop his. One of these days, you’re going to figure out how you can snatch his voice even if it’s just for a second. Anything to make him “still his tongue,” or whatever it is he says when he manages to do the same to you.

You frown in confusion. “I always take off any jewelry before bed. And as much as I appreciate the offer, I really don’t think I have enough room on my fingers to fit any more gold rings.”

“You could make space for one more,” he murmurs, and his faceplate nudges your skull. He taps your ring finger. “Right here.”

Muddied confusion causes you to stare at the appendage, bewildered.

And then it hits you.

Oh. Oh, that’s a very sudden thing to yank you out of your morning sleepiness. Your heart is suddenly in your throat, going a mile a minute.

You don’t like surprises too much. They tend to lead to nasty consequences and seldom have any good benefits. It’s much preferable to know what’s coming your way so you can brace yourself and prepare for it. You like being two steps ahead and spinning things in your favor.

But this time, you’re not sure. You hadn’t seen this coming at all, and your brain shuts down in an instant. He can’t be serious… can he? That seems like such a human custom he wouldn’t care about at all. You would have never thought he’d be the type to even consider it, and the bombshell sets you in a total state of shock.

The problem is you don’t even know if it’s the welcome kind or not. You’re completely stunned.

Eclipse didn’t ask a question, but letting the silence seep in feels like a denial on your end, which isn’t the impression you want to give off. Not initially, that is. You’re certain he’s not even really intending to ask for your approval at all, more so just stating a fact, informing you of his plans. But just to be sure of what he’s suggesting, you ignore the rush of blood in your ears and opt for a more lighthearted route.

“Is this your way of proposing?”

Your hand is released, but it’s fast exchanged for a solid clutch of your sides. Eclipse calmly lifts and places you on top of him so that you are now chest to chest, the blankets falling down your back and exposing your skin to the slightly chilled air.

If it wasn’t before, your face is definitely warm now.

“I don’t need to propose,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’re already mine, pet.”

The familiar statement helps to instill a bit more levelheadedness. In no way are you past your rattled-to-the-soul mindset, but Eclipse’s ceaseless possessiveness is a landmark you can always count on finding. It helps to ground you, reassure your galloping pulse. Though it’s something you once ran from, you know now you can always trust his desire. Nothing will ever take that from him, for better or worse.

You make a contemplative noise in your throat. One of your fingers finds the shallow crevice in the middle of his chassis where metal parts from metal. You follow the line slowly up, and regardless of how you’re sure he can tell just how on edge you are, you smile at the dark anticipation that crosses Eclipse’s faceplate. His hands pull your skin taut as they dig into your waist, and you can feel the fresh bruises layering on top of the recently healed ones.

“That doesn’t have quite the nicest ring to it,” you say after a quiet moment of consideration, smiling to yourself at the unintentional pun.

Unfortunately, your offhand comment isn’t received well.

“What doesn’t?” Eclipse’s tone stays mild, but you feel the warning in the escalating strength of his grasp.

“Easy, angel eyes, I’m just thinking out loud,” you attempt to teasingly soothe, but you utter a soft gasp when the barest hint of claws threatens to break skin.

“Then why don’t you share with me what that thought is instead of dodging the question?” he drawls. His teeth could be mistaken for daggers in this light.

Ignoring the flaming pain that could crush your bones, you release a heavy sigh, wavering at the end as Eclipse doesn’t let go but at least stops increasing the pressure. One of these days, he’s going to snap your pelvis, and then you’ll see who’s really sorry.

It will probably be you, but you’d like to think it would at least throw a temporary wrench in Eclipse’s plans to treat your body like a canvas to bruise.

“I was talking about you calling me ‘pet,’ not you proposing,” you tut and swat his shoulder. The hit doesn’t hurt him in the slightest, but it’s the action that matters. You ignore his bemused grin as you discretely shake the pain out of your knuckles for doing that.

Finally, your waist is released from the vice clasping it, and his hands slip down to your thighs instead. He cups them and tugs them wider, and you move to straddle him instead, reading his want to have you as close as possible in a heartbeat. You keep your upper half reclined, however, and fold an arm under your chin as you continue to trace the divots of his body. A hissing exhale from underneath you lets you know he’s pleased. Crisis averted.

“What’s wrong with that term of endearment, pet?”

“Oh, nothing,” you innocently say in a way that isn’t innocent at all. You snicker at the narrowed, yellow gaze that waits impatiently for an explanation. There is satisfaction in knowing that Eclipse would put up with such behavior from no one else, and even still, he only just tolerates it from you. Walking that thin line has become a favorite pastime of yours, and you know that he knows it too.

His hands drag up over the back of your thighs, sharp claws grazing your thinly clad skin as the silk bottoms do little to hinder the feeling, which makes you erupt in goosebumps. He then takes his time drawing over the bruises he just left on your waist, watching as you fail to suppress a shudder, and were it not for the pillows he’s lying against, you’re certain his numerous sun rays would be whirling fast. As it is, Eclipse keeps his touch light, a rarity to your body that is so accustomed to fierce possessiveness. The thin, sweeping lines he runs over your spine and the back of your ribs have you swallowing thickly and trying to keep your breathing normal.

The distracting touch comes to a stop just under your shoulder blades. The mob boss considers your reaction and chuckles.

“Nothing?” he echoes, smarmy. “Are you sure about that?”

Unhappy about how easily he’s learned to fluster you, you pout and flick one of his rays. The dull ting beckons you to play with it instead, and you tap tap tap your nails atop the surface. The mental image of a woodpecker hammering away gives you dry amusement.

Eclipse endures it for all of three seconds before reaching up and putting a stop to your playfulness. Your affront is countered by his layered annoyance. Stubbornness can take you only so far, and as he begins to exert force in his grip, you try to outlast him by hiding the pain behind a scowl. With pursed lips, you hold your ground for an embarrassingly short span of time before you wince, your bones begging for reprieve.

Your loss means his victory, even over something so trivial, and he slackens his hold but doesn’t let go. Eclipse says your name. The edge of a growl ripples through it.

At his prodding, you sigh exasperatedly and relent. “No. I just have a better endearment in mind than you referring to me as your pet.”

Yellow flirts with darkness as black as the night. “And what would that be?”

“Well,” you begin, the word curling your tongue as you draw it out, “I just think that it would be nicer if you made it a little more official. Classy. Something refined like maybe ‘my partner’ or ‘my spouse’ or…”

You stop. Eclipse is silent. You can’t quite figure out what he’s thinking, and his expression is one you’re unfamiliar with. But you’re certain you’ve never seen his pupils so large before. Round to the point that they hardly even look like rings anymore. You don’t know what to make of it, and uncertainty halts your voice.

That seems to be the opposite of what he wants though. His whole body is still, but his eyes pierce you with a deep emotion, and you hesitantly lean closer.

“Or?” he prompts, just a whisper.

You study him. Something traps you in the moment that’s not directly caused by his hands on you. It comes from somewhere in your chest, a swell of a feeling close to intoxicating but with all the presence of being sober. You’re just as frozen as he is, and your heart beats madly like you’re in a race. You couldn’t look away from him if you wanted to.

It’s the very last thing you want.

As someone who seldom holds back their words, you have an unusual difficulty finding your voice again. And even when you do reunite with it, it comes out quiet, words just as whisper-soft as his had been.

“Or what about… ‘my lover?’”

You say it so faintly, you almost don’t hear it yourself. Even suggesting it sounds silly to your own ears, regardless of whether it had been sincere. Though you’re not positive you’re just teasing anymore. Deflection has always come naturally to you. You rely on it so much, it’s become difficult to tell when you mean what you say.

Your brow furrows, and a low-grade horror trickles in. What should have been a joke feels closer to honesty than you’d meant. And you hadn’t even known you’d felt that way. Not until you’d suggested it.

Mortified doesn’t even aptly define what’s possessing you. Your eyes become saucers, and Eclipse, to your shock, looks just as gobsmacked as you.

Thoughts of bolting, tearing out of the room like the devil himself is on your heels, briefly flit through the possibilities hurtling in your head. But your limbs are like chunks of ice, and you cannot twitch a single muscle as Eclipse moves first. He lifts a hand, pausing for a millisecond before he continues. So gently you don’t dare breathe, he brushes aside a strand of hair. It’s tucked securely behind your ear, and then that hand curves down it, circling back to your cheek. His broad palm covers it and then some, and his thumb glides across your parted lips.

Through all of this, he doesn’t look away. His eyes are for you only, so bright that they rival the morning sun. With his thumb against your mouth, he can undoubtedly feel your quick breaths brushing it. Like you could even hope to hide your unsteady heartbeat from him anyways. He could probably tell just from looking at you.

His silence offers nothing. You don’t know what to do, if you should say something to fill it. Your words are already out there, and no wishing you’d choked them back down will change what’s been said. Maybe that’s for the best.

Swallowing around the knot in your throat, you force out a deeper breath. If he won’t say something, you’ll just do damage control and ask for forgiveness later.

“Eclipse—”

“Those all have something in common,” he abruptly says, quelling whatever attempt to resolve this you were going to make. Your next inhale hitches, and his eyes briefly fall lower.

You wait with bated breath.

His thumb hasn’t stopped tracing your lips, and you realize that’s where his gaze has drifted. You resist the very strong, sudden urge to wet them.

His other hand still has your own. Almost absentmindedly, he squeezes, but it’s tender. A quick pulse. He can probably feel your heartbeat in your fingertips too.

You want to ask what he means, but speech is becoming progressively harder the longer this unexplained feeling builds. Another shiver presses you further into him. The one thing keeping you afloat is seeing just how affected Eclipse is as well.

Maybe it’s because you say nothing or he was going to tell you anyways. But when he looks back at you once more, the glimmer of voracious hunger is one you spot straight away. His fingers squeeze the back of your scalp and urge you to come so close that your lips hover over his wide grin.

“They all say that you are mine,” he breathes.

He crushes you to his mouth, and you tip right into it. All air is sucked out of your chest, lost as he kisses you with the desperation of one drowning, needing to consume you whole. A muted noise crawls from your throat, verging on something humiliating, and it’s responded to by a vicious snarl from him.

Your world careens to the side as you’re suddenly thrown off him, landing on your back on the bed, and he’s right there above you, chasing your lips again as he braces himself over your prone body. You manage a gasp before you’re lost to the overwhelming ardor and the adulation in his wandering hands. They keep you close and ignite a potent fire that will set you ablaze the longer you indulge in his dark desire.

Eclipse sweeps one hand under your bare back, arching you into him while he pins you down. His other slides into your hair, scratching deliciously along your scalp, and your hair is wound tightly around his fingers. With one rough yank, your head is pulled back. A breathless gasp tumbles out, chased swiftly by his teeth finding your exposed neck.

In a move you are still not at all used to and likely never will be if he has any say in it, Eclipse parts his sharp grin and brushes his teeth against your skin. With cautious, deliberate force, he bites the sensitive juncture between your neck and collarbone. The careful shock of pain brings forth a heady groan from deep in your chest, and Eclipse clearly relishes it, based on the guttural sound he buries in your throat in return. Before you can have a second to recover, the hot compress of his own tongue laves over the bite mark he just left, and your fists twist in the sheets beneath you.

You wonder if the rest of your day is about to be stolen—a fact you won’t particularly complain about anytime soon—but even though the mob boss shifts a little down to lay a kiss in the middle of your chest, he doesn’t take it further than that. The resonance of husky laughter reaches all the way to your sternum and around your rib cage. When he lifts his faceplate to look at your flushed face, he doesn’t bother to keep his lower sun rays from scraping your skin, and they poke into you in stinging pinpricks. He relaxes the tension on your hair and brings the hand at your back to your throat and the freshly burning mark.

Your chest is as hot as your cheeks and straining with every uneven breath. Eclipse’s optics remind you of firelight and pools of liquid gold with a center of onyx in each. They watch you as if he is committing to memory every little twitch, every shuddering reaction while he waits for you to find air. You have your games you like to play with him. This is his. Winding you up and then letting you spin out of control until he repeats the process, again and again.

Safe to say he’s cleared your schedule until late afternoon, at the bare minimum.

At the rumble of another low chuckle, you quizzically lift a brow, panting. “What?”

Eclipse embodies the cat that caught the canary. In a somewhat courteous act, he lifts his head just enough so that his rays are no longer digging into your skin, and they immediately spin in a blurred display of his satisfaction. You’re sure he’d be purring now if he could.

“Oh, nothing,” he says, throwing your own mocking words from before back at you.

You roll your eyes, and he snickers again. The hand in your hair begins to knead your scalp, and you try to hold very still to make sure he doesn’t stop. He has an annoying habit of dangling anything you like just out of reach the moment you try to lean into it. But even still, you bend one of your legs and knock your knee against his side.

“I’ve got no problem throwing you out of my bed,” you threaten menacingly.

Your attempts to intimidate don’t faze him even the smallest amount.

“Our bed,” he haughtily corrects, and his hand at your throat curls on the edge of too tight. Waiting for your response, he pauses to see if you’ll fire back another snarky remark.

You blow out a puff of air, nose wrinkling to show him just what you think, but you stay quiet. The hand on your throat loosens once more.

Chuffed, he continues. “I suppose I had better find a suitable ring to make sure everyone knows that you are mine.”

You can’t resist a bark of laughter. “Oh, angel eyes, if you think that’s what’s going to clue everyone in at this point, then you have not been doing a good enough job lately.”

Your smirk grows at his irked growl. Since you’re in a good mood, though, you decide to not tug on that specific string too much. Instead, you reach up and begin to draw light circles around the back of his hand. Dark circles dip downward.

Feeling cheeky, you flash your teeth at him. “But does this mean I get to pick out a wedding band for you? All’s fair in love and war.”

Eclipse snorts. “Absolutely not. I know exactly how your devious mind works, and I refuse to be tied to some fake costume jewelry just because it amuses you.”

You tsk and blow a raspberry. Faster than you can blink, he ensnares the tip of your tongue in a biting pinch between his claws. Your exaggerated exclamation of protest goes ignored.

“However, I’m not opposed to finding something that will suit both our tastes. You may have some input, but know that I will veto anything that is less than fitting of my standards.”

He releases your tongue, and you pull the smarting appendage back into the safety of your mouth. You grimace.

“How very romantic of you.”

“Much more than you have been, I’m sure,” he states. Your confusion must show because he adds, “You’ve made quite the case for what you’d like to be called, sweetheart. And I believe I’m more than accommodating to your requests. So what shall I have you call me?”

Your eyes brighten. The question more than excites you, and a curious hum fills the air as you contemplate it. You haven’t really called Eclipse anything other than his name and the term of endearment you chose for him forever ago. That’s not counting the less than savory names you’ve also called him in the past, of course.

You smile fully.

“I’ve got one or two possibilities in mind, but I don’t think you’d agree with my frankly brilliant ideas. And you were just going on about how you like the ones I suggested because they’ll let others know I’m yours. So with that in mind, how about we go with…”

Your hand comes to rest against his chest, palm flat. Underneath, you imagine you can feel the steady thrum of the celestial wire. That fluttering sensation in your chest almost mirrors it, as do the butterflies in your stomach. You think you understand what that feeling is now.

Calmly, you stare up at him. “My husband.”

This time, you know you don’t imagine the vibrations under your palm that quicken.

Eclipse draws in closer, so close your lips graze his mouth and almost catch on the pointed edges of his teeth. His eyes bore into you.

“I hope you know what you’ve signed yourself up for, sweetheart,” he breathes, and you do the same.

Your wrists are suddenly seized and yanked over your head, pinned together in one claw-like grip that presses them into the mattress. Just like that, your heart is threatening to pound out of your chest once more. Anticipation coils low in your stomach, and your body shivers.

“You might need to remind me every so often,” you say, cheeks hurting from how wide you grin. “Just to make sure that I really get it.”

“I’ll start right now,” he promises and curtly demands another kiss that you sink into.

True to his word, Eclipse takes his time making sure you don’t forget that you are his and that till death do you part, he will be yours as well.

#eclipse x reader #cw suggestive #daycare attendant x reader #sleuth jesters au #detective au #sleuth jesters fanfic #fnaf sb #writing tag #this is the spiciest i'll ever get here

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cc-for-cy · 7 months

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The Ricky Montgomery Legacy Challenge

Inspired by @dizzywhims' Sour Legacy, I decided I wanted to make a legacy based on my favorite album, Montgomery Ricky by Ricky Montgomery!

The rules on this challenge are pretty lax, as I built it more for myself, however, the more I sat on it the more I wanted to actually put it out for everyone! So, here's all the rules! Make sure to tag either @cc-for-cy or @heretoreadmyfics and use the tag #montgomeryrickylegacy if you do this challenge, I would love to see it!

Rules written out are under the cut and make sure to STREAM RICK (OUT NOW)

| 0 - Rules

This challenge is NOT base game friendly, and uses almost all the packs. Feel free to alter this challenge if you do not have a pack used.

Mods are encouraged! Try not to use many cheaty mods however. Basemental Mods is encouraged for two generations but you may not use them if you feel uncomfortable with it.

Unless specified, drama, how many kids you have, etc are totally up to you!

This challenge is very storyline based! Feel free to go insane with the storyline, and use my descriptions as a baseline. Requirements are, of course, required to happen. You may also edit or add challenge rules depending on how hard you want the challenge to be, as this challenge is written for beginner storytelling.

Heirs can be any gender, HOWEVER the challenge is written for a patriarchy, and patriarchy is preferred.

If you play this challenge, please tag me, @heretoreadmyfics or @cc-for-cy and tag it #montgomeryrickylegacy

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| 1 - California

“I am just a boy, but with a little bit of a culture, I'll go far

I want the world to know that I'm not just a photograph!”

Having just moved back to Del Sol Valley, you’re ready to get started on your big break! You swear you’re not going to fall into the pitfalls of stardom, saying “I love all my fans” when you don’t, becoming someone you never saw yourself as, but… Will that sentiment ring true when you finally get all you want?

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity

Traits: Self-Absorbed, Creative, Ambitious

Career: Actor or Entertainer (Musician Branch)

Requirements:

Max the Acting and/or an Instrument (guitar, piano, violin, etc) skill

Date a celebrity and have at least 1 child with them

Become a 5 Star celebrity

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| 2 - Get Used To It

“You want a garden, but you got a balcony

And you’re always looking for some company”

Growing up being a top celebrities kid, your life was luxurious, filled with parties, and general monkeying around- even some trying to make it on your own, but it wasn’t that important to you… Until it was. You used to be crazy with creativity but now.. you don’t feel as important as you once did. And you’re gonna have to Get Used to It.

Aspiration: Live Fast (Teen), Party Animal

Traits: Non-Committal, High-Maintenance, Childish

Career: The OPPOSITE of whatever you majored in (EX. Drama Degree -> Go into Business)

Requirements:

Max out the Gardening skill

Go to University

Have an eventful teenage/YA life that settles down halfway through, to your dismay

Have at least 2 different partners before meeting the one you marry

DON’T complete your aspiration

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| 3 - Cabo

“Ashes, ashes, dust to dust

I think I found a place for us”

Once your parents finally settle down, they never really let you have creativity. They never let you have anything, really, saying that the real world would end all your hopes and dreams, and for a while you believed that, until you met them and suddenly your life felt colorful and loved. But.. You had to keep it secret. Because your parents would just tear that down like all your other dreams.

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Romantic, Gloomy, Clumsy

Career: Painter (Either branch)

Requirements:

Max the Painting skill

Take a vacation and meet your partner there.

Partner must have blonde/white hair.

Keep your relationship secret from your family your entire life

Eventually live in the place you met your partner in (if available)

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| 4 - My Heart Is Buried In Venice

“My heart is buried in Venice

Waiting for someone to take it home”

After seeing what love your parents showed, you thought romance would be easy. You had no idea what they went through, and when you finally found a partner you knew you were going to be everything to them. But maybe the issues your family had plagued you, because suddenly you were worried that nobody would ever love you the way you did to others. And the life you had with your partner crumbled, and over a small argument, they left, seeing your flaws. And now you’re alone, waiting for someone to take your heart home.

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Traits: Paranoid, Romantic, Overachiever

Career: Civil Planner (Either branch)

Requirements:

Max a vacation based skill (ex. skiing, snowboarding, rock climbing, selvadordian culture, herbalism, etc)

Have a relationship break off after an argument (can be autonomous or not)

Have at least 1 kid with the partner that breaks up with you, and that has child has to be heir (may have more afterwards)

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| 5 - Dont Know How

“I wanna do it but I don’t know

I don’t know how”

Seeing your parents relationship crumble over something so small never really gave you the confidence to ever even approach someone- so for most of your life you were alone and unloved, and kinda a nerd.. Until you see her and goddammit she is so out of your league! But even looking at her makes your knees buckle and your heart beat so hard- so you’re gonna try dammit, for the first time ever, to win someone out of your league! But.. Do you know how?

Aspiration: Nerd Brain, Villainous Valentine

Traits: Socially-Awkward, Self-Assured, Nerd

Career: Scientist

Requirements:

Have the Nerd Brain aspiration, but change it after competing the first two parts, and switch to Villainous Valentine

Meet someone who changes your life by being really hot and proceed with a romantic endeavor that gets your confidence up! Then cheat on them.

Every woohoo has to be a try for baby. You’re confident like that.

Max out the rocket science and/or programming skill(s)

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| 6 - Line Without A Hook

“She’s a, she’s a lady

and I am just a line without a–”

Insecure and bad. That’s what most of your relationships have felt like. It didn’t help that your parent had a sexual promiscuity problem, which probably didn’t really help your endeavors. But once you get someone, you are determined to never let them go- no matter what!… But. Your relationship becomes codependent. It becomes a problem- you can’t stop being around them. And your problems are cropping up again— so what do you do? You’re a line without a hook. You leave.

Aspiration: Angeling Ace

Traits: Erratic, Perfectionist, Jealous

Career: Conservationist

Requirements:

Be best friends with your spouse, but eventually leave and abandon your family

(abandoning family is considered the end of this generation)

Max out the fishing skill

Finish the frog collection

Never live alone

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| 7 - Last Night

“Last night

I was fine!”

You weren’t super young when your parent abandoned you, but definitely old enough to destroy your teenage/YA life. It seemed like they always had something else better to do than love you, like for example loving your other parent way more. Were you really wanted? You spend your days forever at the bar, drinking and trying to forget. Eventually you’re dragged away, every time. By someone who allegedly loves you.

Aspiration: Master Mixologist

Traits: Loner, Snob, Dance Machine

Career: Culinary (Mixology Branch)

Requirements:

Go to nightclubs/bars at least once a week

Be close/best friends with the parent who didn’t leave you.

Have a partner, but cheat on them with a one night stand, that results in the heir.

Master the mixology skill

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| 8 - Mr Loverman

“I’m Mr. Loverman,

and I miss my lover..”

Your life was always a little bit of a mess, but you keep going. Eventually you meet the love of your life, and you love and live with them as hard as you can. For so many years… But eventually… you lose them. And you mourn that love for the rest of your life, falling deep into problems that are generational.

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Cheerful -> Gloomy, Music Lover, Slob

Career: Freelancer (Writing Branch)

Requirements:

Lose your spouse, never remarry

Have a nuclear family (at least 3 kids + a pet)

Fall into old habits, start sabotaging relationships + going to bars.

Max the Cross-Stitch skill

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| 9 - Snow

“Bury me six feet in snow”

Once one of your parents dies, your other parent becomes very vindictive towards the rest of your family. You took the heat of it, and quickly your life fell apart. You get into a toxic relationship, and lose who you were slightly in the process. When everything seems calm, you jump ship. You aspire for your kid to have a better life, and bury your skeletons to make sure they will.

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast and/or Super Parent

Traits: Adventurous, Self-Absorbed, Family-Oriented

Career: Law (Either Branch)

Requirements:

Have a toxic relationship with your partner, break it off when it starts to get better

Have one kid, and max out all their skills as a toddler/infant

Max the Archeology skill

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| 10 - This December

“This December

I’ll remember”

Your parent always wanted better for you. But you can’t help but think about the generations before you, how all their problems ruined their life, and how it seemed like every generation passed it down to their children. But you decide no more, this isn’t going to happen to you. Instead of fall into the pitfalls of your parents, you break the generational trauma, and decide to live a life free of the problems you know your family has been through. Don’t forget to look back, and see how far you’ve come. This December, you’ll remember everything.

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Traits: Family-Oriented, Loyal, Insider

Career: Education (Either Branch)

Requirements:

Fall in love healthily, get married, and adopt.

Celebrate the winter holidays the hardest. Go all out!

Master the Wellness skill

Reminisce on family often.

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Hello there! I'm Eden :D I LOVE your renders! I've been rendering for well over a year at this point, however I only stuck to the super basic stuff since it took me a year before that to even know how to do it at all. I've wanted to up my game and get to where you are now. I'm SO SORRY if this question was asked already (I haven't gotten too far in your posts yet), but;

How do you personally edit your renders? I understand you use photoshop, but how do you do it exactly? Your renders have that kind of digital art style, like you drew them yourself. Feel free to be as descriptive or brief as you'd like!

Hi Eden!!! Thank you so much! 🥹😍♥️

I've followed you back and glad we're moots! I'd love to see some of your work!

I'm not sure if I've answered this before but I'm happy to answer it again! Also I haven't advertised it in a while (and I really need to try to get up a new tut, maybe soon), but my alt account is a Render School where I post tutorials, with plans to post editing tutorials in the future!

But honestly as far as my editing, I really don't do much.

Actions are my secret weapon, and I have a few favorites/go-tos I'll link! A few are by simmers and a few are just action sets. I'm in a family of photographers, so I have access to a wealth of resources for my editing.

Sonder set by @intramoon

Cold Water set by @intramoon

Retro Prime photoshop actions

Indie camera photoshop actions

But my "secret weapon," as it were, and the set of actions that I think most helps me accomplish that digital art style is a set of actions that are sadly expensive and hard to find now.

My favorite set is by Totally Rad! and I think in recent years it's been folded in to this Pixel Sugar product on their website. I know that's a steep price point but it's possible you can find it around the corners of the Internet for less, or if you can't, you might be able to find "dupes" of the better ones, which imo are:

Technicolor dream world

Super Fun Happy

Bullet Tooth

Grandma's Tap Shoes

As for my method, I know a lot of simmers paint over their renders, and I've done that a few times but find I'm too impatient tbh. My goal is always to have to do only minor touchups over my renders and some color/vibe adjustments before the finished product. My "raw" files are always exactly what blender spits out for me, unaltered in any way except to resize them for Tumblr.

To get that digital art style, I'd recommend rendering with alpha details if you don't already. If your computer can't handle alpha cc in the game, DM me and I can give you some pointers (sneak peek info for a future tut lmao) on how to accomplish it without bogging down your game.

When I go into photoshop I adjust the brightness and contrast, as I tend to personally prefer high contrast pieces that contain dark subject matter but you can still see the details. Then I'll paint/blur/clone/adjust anything that needs it, then I'll "stack" and adjust a handful of actions before applying edge blur and vignette and any other color adjustments (levels, curves, etc).

That's a very oversimplified rundown of what I do, but really overall my editing process is simple. The bulk of my work happens in blender itself. I find that the more time I take to perfect the lighting and shadows and angles in blender, the less frustrating the editing process and the happier I am with the end result. So, that said, be sure you're spending a lot of time in blender getting the light and shadows to be exactly where you need/want them to be before running it.

I know this is a bit long I'm sorry! If any of it is super confusing or you'd like a more in-depth look at any of it please let me know! I do plan to do editing tutorials for my side blog, but the latter half of this year has kind of run over me like a train, and for now I'm just trying to get by day by day. But I'm happy to help if you have more specific questions!

& thank you again!! ♥️

#replies #thank you so much this literally made my day #I was having a bad one too ugh I needed this #mini blender tutorial #tutorial ish #sims 4 blender tutorial #sims 4 render tutorial #sims 4 editing tutorial #I can't tell yall how happy it makes me when yall love my work #legit holding back tears #♥️♥️♥️

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11, 22, 37!

11 Three tropes that are fine but overrated

oh gosh hmm. some of these are gonna come across as hypocritical lmao and also insert a healthy dose of "for me specifically" but: (1) i think soulbond/soulmark tropes can be done well, but mid executions of the trope focus a lot on ~finding~ the person rather than interrogating what it means to have bonds or marks or things of that nature, and leave a lot of interesting nuances about choice and free will and conflict between romantic relationships and other things you might want (career, friendship, autonomy, etc) on the table. i wish more takes on the trope let it be messy! (2) hurt/comfort done well is really fun but when people are just like. aggressively making their little guy sad and pathetic and a poor little meow meow whose never done anything wrong it gets grating. i love a sad guy but i prefer when they're sad because of shit they did to themselves instead of external factors. (3) curtain fic/established relationship stuff can be fun sometimes but like. there still needs to be a smidgen of conflict or growth or change or a shift for me to be interested. there has to be a point imo! even when i write my silly self-indulgent post-fic time stamps its important to me that there's a point to it beyond just "im love them" (though im DO love them)

22 What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

i think the thing is, there can always be a new dimension to how these two idiots fall in love!!! every story is an opportunity to get at some new nugget of like, how people are, or what it is to be vulnerable and open and willing to risk heartache. with two different people you have so many opportunities to look at different shades and facets of their character. especially with rpf where real life events can shape characterization in real time. The Trade opened up a whole new dimension of matthew that creates new angles to investigate matthew&leon and what it means to fall in love with someone thousands of miles away and who you see even less (or, someday, for my break up/make up agenda)! jamie getting dealt to philly opens up new ways to poke at the jamie/trevor relationship by adding distance and tragedy and the potential of falling for other people! even picking a new trope or time period is just so fun for being like, now how would they be under THESE circumstances? also like, i LOVE flip-flopping who gets to be down bad immediately and who is oblivious because it's not only a fun creative challenge but also just opens up new worlds. idk! there's so many possibilities and so many facets to explore and to me that's delightful.

37 Do you research before writing or while you write? Is it fun or boring for you?

id say i do some up front, just to nail down the broad beats of the story and to minimize how much reworking i have to do later on (or for period type fics, to make sure that i dont introduce plot points that simply cant have happened in that time frame!), and some i do as i go -- for example, for a while there i just HAD the battles of alberta in 21-22 down pat because i was using them so often to shape story beats, but the games in between i had to look up as i went. i also am constantly pulling from new articles or features that offer new bits of characterization i want to use. tbh with the current wip i DO feel very wobbly because i don't have my normal anchors of the schedule/have to make things up, which is simultaneously freeing and hard because it's so much easier for me to write about sports games that really happened than the fake ones im constructing for the narratives 😂. but yeah id say mostly i research as i go!

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

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NAME: rath, debating on switching alias to terios

PRONOUNS : she/they

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord 100%. i do not just use mine for rp so i don't really mind if from the get go we exchange usernames for it. will be okay chatting in IMs as long as the messages aren't too long since they're a mess to read sometimes

NAME OF MUSE(s) : sampo

BEST EXPERIENCE : honestly this has been my best time. i'm not in school so i don't gotta worry about that and i've made friends with some chill people and also enjoy seeing all my mutuals. i get to talk about sampo in this void it's great asjkdgh uh which i mean is half of the reason i made a blog in the first place, i needed to put my hcs and thoughts into something! and the fact that people are receptive and in turn will write with my sampo is all i could ask for

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : ship collecting. i don't want to feel like you're following me just to ship with me because i'm not into that and sampo in particular is difficult. i do not mind talking about ship potential, but if you're just following and opening up with shipping.. nope

assuming something about my muse, like something personality or motive wise i mean. sure, he's a canon character, but i have thoughts on literally every little thing in the game regarding him. analysis... headcanons... they all have their place and build upon my understanding. this is basically the only muse i write atm so i have the time to spend like this on him and it means a lot to me when people observe my flavor of sampo in the light i've tried to put him in. the same would apply to any other muses i write

ghosting. i've had this issue a couple times already within this rpc which... it's whatever. but idk, i feel like if you've made me put effort into communicating with you and you just take off after gradually putting me in limbo with you or giving weird responses... it's off-putting and makes me feel as if i've wasted my time. what i’m talking about in particular has always resulted in the other person blocking me without a word so yeah. that’s what i mean by that. outside of this context, softblock or hardblock me, no hard feelings.

not cutting posts? i can't think of anything else super pressing

MUSE PREFERENCES: i'm trying to think of the types i've written and it's usually similar to sampo in some manner? so dabbles in crime, mysterious background, hard to trust, doesn't trust others. mostly that stuff??? i think nate drake is the only example of me attempting to write one of my fave character types? which would be golden retriever-esque (but he still does illegal things sooo) but i usually don't end up writing them fsr outside of that asdjkgh

PLOTS OR MEMES : plotting is preferred and accepted for anything. uh memes are fine? sometimes i just get overwhelmed with getting a lot of prompts... like rn.... lol

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i prefer a happy medium especially if we have multiple threads. you could write me a one liner and the shortest i might go is a paragraph, so yeah. longer stuff will take me a bit to respond to but sometimes shorter stuff i struggle with if we haven't been plotting idk asdjkgh i prefer writing a couple paragraphs personally

BEST TIME TO WRITE : i am realizing i have more energy in the mornings for writing but i usually don't wake up early enough on work days. evenings are great, nights not so much. after an 11 hour work day i'm typically drained.. it sucks bc that's when i have the most free time

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : no not at all LMAO, he's v much the opposite of me in every way possible... well. i don't really trust people easily so maybe that?

Tagged by: i seen many do this, i steal

Tagging: @aventvrina, @crimsonbesotted, @deathsmaidens, @defiedlife, @voidfragments, @sagnaevi, @iiryoku, and whoever wanna !

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moonchild-in-blue · 3 months

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Hey there! A bit late but i'm here for the ask game! (*´v｀*) I'd like to ask 1, 11, 23, 63, 78 and 88 but i know it's a lot so no pressure, please feel free to ignore any of them if you don't feel like answering it! 🫂💖

Hi!!! Not late, never late! I will put this under the cut because ~lenght~. These are all very good questions, thank you Lev 💙🪲

(What’s your biggest insecurity? Do you like who you are around people? Do you believe in an afterlife? Do you ever get paranoid? What’s one thing you don’t feel comfortable doing around your friends? What kinds of things confuse you?)

1 - What’s your biggest insecurity?

My body, which is such a sad answer, but it's true. I'm working on it. My voice - some people do not take me seriously because I have a "girly voice", especially when stressed, even though it's really not that high pitched. I had to force my Big Girl Sexy Deeper Voice out at my previous job just to get my points across. Again, sad.

Also my inability of expressing my feelings out loud. I write it a lot, but I can't genuinely remember the last time I said the words "I love you" with my own voice.

I know why I am the way I am, and I wish it didn't get to me, but this will be my cross to bear until the end of my days. I think I try to be as loudly affectionate as possible here, because I'm hoping it will make it easier for me irl.

11 - Do you like who you are around people?

Depends on the people, really. I like the way I am around my friends, even if there are parts of me I supress. I wish I was better around my sister - she deserves more than I am, and it frustrates me that I sometimes act like our parents towards her. It kills me inside.

I don't know how to answer in relation to my parents. On one hand, it's very relieving to be amongst people who understand certain parts of me without me having to justify or explain (something about being a 1st gen immigrant child lol). On the other, being at home puts me back to my 16yo mindset, when I was really angry and sad and struggling, and I hate it.

With strangers, it really depends. I am too anxious to notice haha. I just really like to be alone, I suppose. It's easier that way, at least.

23 - Do you believe in an afterlife?

Yes! I am very much Christian, so I do believe in heaven/hell, and the concept of an afterlife.

I don't really talk about it much here, because I know there are so many of you who have been failed and mistreated in the name of religion (which was not how any of this was supposed to happen, and it really breaks my heart) and prefer to steer away, which I 100% understand. Also, some people get extremely weird around Christians, and assume a number of things without even talking to them, so I spare myself the unpleasantness. I hope this makes some sense!

63 - Do you ever get paranoid?

Baby, anxiety is my middle name. I get paranoid about things you could never imagine. 😎 But yeah.

Every time I hear my door bell ringing, or knocking, I always think it's the police coming to get me, even thought the most illegal thing I've done is download music?? And my family is... normal. No suspicious activity or anything, so I really don't understand why. Make it make sense.

78 - What’s one thing you don’t feel comfortable doing around your friends?

There isn't much I'm not comfortable with tbh. My friends have seen me at my worse, and we know almost everything about each other. We've been friends for a very long time.

Maybe just being affectionate? I have a really hard time with that, but it gets easier around them. And they know how unhinged I am about my blorbos, so I don't really need to censor myself haha. I do a little code-switching. I speak a bit differently around my family, and with them I tend to use a more generalised/commonly accepted language, rather then my parent's countries expressions.

88 - What kinds of things confuse you?

LIFE IN GENERAL. How do you make decisons? How do you know you're in the right path?

Math. Cars. Sports. It's all Simlish to me lmao.

#very good questions! I had to sit with myself for a while thinking about them #i hope this makes some sense lol #ask game #darya answers

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hi.... i am thinking about how much sweet capn nd k_k both parallel and r an antithesis of the fun gang ..... ok ? i think ......... i will mindlessly ramble . listen to me if you want . this may or may not be coherent at all . pay me no mind ok ?

they each have like,,, 1 basic trait thats described to them

okok so i think its really funny how much theyre complete fuckin opposites ( with the person they dance with ) .

kris - quiet person by susie and king

susie - mean girl by a save point

and yk . scc are energetic smooth and silly . its in their check dialogue . stated outright

ralsei - fluffy boy by a save point

energetic - quiet

smooth - fluffy

silly - mean

real interesting thing about capn and ralseis that isnt really important . . theyre both an adjective referring to a personality trait and a surface

ummm ill just go through them in sccs order . soooo,,, sweet / kris, cap / ralsei , and k_k / susie

sorry if this doesnt make sense im bad with words .

sweet / kris . . . . so much to say . mainly about sweet .

kris isnt shown to have much of a personality atleast in game ... which makes like a lot of sense considering they dont have free will for most of them . all we reaaally know is that theyre an introvert . theyre described as not being very energetic by tori, rarely ever waking up on time for school, usually sleeping through the start of class, and preferring tori drive them to school rather then walk . noelle also makes a comment about how kris isnt usually so talkative when you select the "anything" option in the hospital and as previously mentioned, theyre described as a quiet person

sweet on the other hand, is literally "the energetic one" . their movements are a lot more exaggerated and bouncier then the others, their way of speaking is a lot more upbeat then the others, and theyre the one who follows you around for ( most of ) cyber field ,,, they also have the most dialogue out of the 3 and are real passionate about their interests, being the most into the whole rebellion thing and likely being the one who started it all . they also use multiple exclamation marks in most sentences as a way of showing how enthusiastic they are about most things !!!!! this is a little small detail i noticed but.... they r also slightly off sync with the others whenever you ask them to play a song 4 you .

cap / ralsei,,,,,,, capsei shippers dee en eye you guys are weird

ough . i have so little to say about ralsei im sorry ralsei fans . ok anyways

ralsei is "the nice one" of the group i think . he tries to convince you to spare everyone, hes generally the most polite, and is maybe the tiniest bit naive in chapter 1, having to learn by the end that he cant trust everyone . even though hes nice, hes never exactly shown to be cowardly unlike most "nice" characters !!! he doesnt stand down to most enemies and is generally a lot less scared of . actual life threatening situations then a teenager should be .

cap'n on the other hand,,, is . the reason the game got a higher rating in japan because he says a statue looks like shit . capn is,,, from what ive seen, the least liked of the trio for coming off as rude in a lot of his dialogue ( hes just some guy i think ) . hes the most upfront about thinking you helped kidnap noelle, mocking you and making comments about it all throughout the first part of the game ( even trying to scam you because of it !!! ) . he also talks in a less formal way then ralsei does and makes several comments that are accidentally taken as flirty towards noelle ( hes just a little bit of a dumbass hes not a p/do . . targetted i see you freaks ) . hes basically shown to be willing to do anything if it benefits him and the others, trying to scam, trick, and appeal towards girls in an attempt to earn more money . hes also not a fan of fighting, and is reffered to as a coward by sweet for not really wanting to fight physically, even suggesting towards the start of the fight to just wait for other bad guys to come around . hes silly i love capn he reminds me of my best friend

cakes / susie .... i have so much to say about k_k you have no idea so many people get his character entirely wrong and it pisses me off . infact im breaking the pattern and starting with him because i have very little to say about susie and also fuck you

k_k is, in every way, kind of a doormat . they let people shortchange them, purposefully try and make themselves shorter to be less intimidating, and dont really wanna cause any trouble like at all . they try and make themselves sillier so they arent perceived as some sort of threat or something to be scared of ( considering theyre like 10ft tall . i did the math hes like 7 in his sprite and based on nelnals art, like 10'2 ) . hes the exact opposite of susie in every way !! k_k is tall and tries to make himself more approachable, giving you bagels for free if you dont have the money, trying to appeal to everyone by never really giving sweet or capn an answer that supports eithers argument, and just,, generally being a lot more polite then the other 2, despite the others best efforts . theyre also the first to try and cheer sweet up after they lose their battle, saying that they won because their dancing was better !!! a lot of trying to be smaller and appear as less mature likely comes from a place of anxiety,, as they only ever really speak whenever spoken to directly, try to stay on everyones good side, and have the least amount of dialogue out of the 3 by, like, 10%, most times them speaking being short, straightforward answers rather then them talking unprovoked

susie is,, kind of a smaller person trying to make herself seem bigger and scarier . she puts on a tough persona and is an asshole to most people who arent her friends, getting aggressive whenever people she perceives as threats bother her or the others and being a lot snarkier then the other 2 . towards ralsei and kris shes,, still pretty aggressive but its more in a playful way . she teases them often and is the only reason ralsei and her ever get an act option, because she points out how theyre not dumb and they can act by themselves . shes,, pretty much just any teenager with her friends

scc also think of themselves as the main characters . they make a constant attempt to act as so, trying to fight the fun gang because they think they helped the queen kidnap noelle, but in the end they just arent ,,, enough .

the fun gang r kinda just. kids who probably just wanna be kids but Cant because they kinda have this whole prophecy thing on their backs (susie and kris especially) and didnt really . choose to be the main guys .

i think,,, them being opposites is also a huge reason why scc being adults is so important to me . of course you can hc them as any age !!! but thinking of them as kids because theyre immature is,,,, boring as fuck . making them adults ties in a lot more with all of these opposites . thinking of them as adults who never really grew up would act as a sort of antithesis to the fun gang being teenagers who r growing up a little too fast and its soo... fun to play with . its fun to explore why they never matured like a lot of other people or if theyre just a little immature naturally !! theyre silly and theyre fun and theyre so entertaining to me i wanna put them under a microscope and study them ...

scc being adults who never grew up and the fun gang being teenagers who r growing up too fast is so fun to me i think . scc try so desperately to be the "main characters" . to be important . to be those guys . while the fun gang didnt even really try !!!! kris and susie just wanted to get chalk and got sucked into a huge prophecy thing in a world they didnt even know existed and i just . idk this is probably incomprehensible at this point sorry . i jusy think the fact theyre opposites is really fun and i dont think enough people notice it

tldr kris is quiet and introverted , sweet is energetic and ( likely ) loud judging from how they talk

ralsei is nice but not timid or cowardly at all, while a lot of capns dialogue is accidentally rude and hes literally called a coward ingame,

and susie tries to make herself bigger and scarier while k_k wants to be viewed as non-threatening and friendly as possible

thanks for listening to my autism rant . if you care .

#i dont know if i want to tag this or not .#maybe i will . just incase someones interested .#scc #sweet cap'n cakes #sweet capn cakes #deltarune #capsei shippers dee en fucking eye btw you all suck #sorry that was mean . but god some of you are insufferable #ralsei would hate capn but try and be nice about it and like slightly passive aggressive while capn would like.#piss him off on purpose because he thinks its funny to watch ralsei try and stay calm #do you get me here #fuck capsei

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