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froggibus · 4 months

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Colder Weather - Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Genre: fluff headcanons

Summary: how the boys act when it’s cold + snowing outside

CW: cold weather, snow, asmo forcing you to go outside (ew), lots of cuddling, pretty mid writing on my part

okok so no Lucifer or Satan for this one cause I just had no ideas :((( like I had a few but not nearly enough for complete hcs so sorry guys

also holy fuck it’s been a while since I wrote obey me hcs lmao so im a little rusty…sorry guys

also I promise I’ll shut up but it’s gonna be almost -50 celsius here this weekend (yay, Canada!) so I will be stuck inside if you guys have any obey me (or other fandoms) ideas!!

Mammon:

Mammon and to snow DO NOT mix

biggest baby in the entire Devildom when it gets cold

he has this super tacky fur coat that he insists is real rabbit fur (it’s faux—the big softy couldn’t bear real fur)

refuses to leave the house, even if he has to work

worse than that: he refuses to let you leave the house, even if you have things to do

“hey, human. where d’ya think you’re going? it’s cold out there. you’ll get sick, or worse, dead!”

invites you to his room cause he has this ‘super awesome heater’ (read: himself)

you end up lounging on the couch with him and watching movies with excruciatingly long car chases

you start shivering despite the sweater you’re wearing, and Mammon not so begrudgingly beckons you over to come sit under the blanket with him

honestly he forgets how to breathe because you’re so close and you smell nice and you’re relying on him for warmth

at some point it gets colder and you start shivering again

goes to grab another blanket but you stop him, looking up at him with those pleading eyes

“don’t go, mams. i’ll freeze without you.”

pretends to be humble about it but inside he is screaming

not sure how it happens but you end up in his lap??

he has both arms around you, cocooning you between him and the blanket

you both fall asleep on the couch, snow storm long forgotten

Leviathan:

locks himself in his room to spend the whole day watching anime

also sorry but this man’s room is a whole terrarium

he’s got his heater, his fan, his air purifier, his humidifier

his place is always the perfect temperature and the perfect place to take refuge in a blizzard

he pretends like he’s annoyed when you come into his room, dressed in warm clothes and fuzzy socks, a blanket draped over your shoulders

but really he doesn’t mind—he actually has to hide his rosy cheeks with you because he’s so flustered at the idea that you chose him

orders an insane amount of comfort food to eat during your anime marathon

like heaps and heaps of food that the two of you couldn’t possibly finish

offers you to share his blanket with him, wrapping it around the two of you to keep warm while you munch on food

somehow it turns into you leaning your head on his shoulder, eyelids getting heavy in the warmth of his room

Levi can’t even be annoyed that you’re missing episodes of the anime—you look so cute like this

Asmo:

HATES the cold, LOVES the snow

it’s a weird dynamic…

dresses you up in the cutest snowsuit ever, and forces you to sit outside in the cold for over an hour taking pictures

“asmo we’re gonna catch a cold”

“demons don’t get sick from the cold, don’t be silly”

you’re not a demon????

when he’s finally done with the pictures don’t expect any attention from him after

he still has to edit, caption and post them to Devilgram

you sit under his comforter in the corner of his bed, shivering miserably and shooting glares at him from the corner of your eyes

Finally he puts down his DDD and looks at you, his eyes sparkling when he sees just how cute and cold you look

uses the cold as an excuse to get as close to you as possible, cuddling you tightly

he’s so tempted to take a selfie of the two of you in bed together but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment

probably insists on your laying between his legs with your head on his chest for ‘maximum warmth’

really he just want to feel you

you end up falling asleep in his room, and who is he to wake you?

Beel:

honestly indifferent to the cold

he’s just built differently

he’s not the biggest fan of it, but he’s not as much of a baby as some of his older brothers

still, he doesn’t quite like the idea of you going out in the cold (at least, not without proper protection)

offers to get anything you need, but if you insist on going out, he’ll come with you

and of course he bundles you up first

has you dressed in one of his sweaters with one of his old winter jackets over top

you look tiny in his big clothes

when you get home after he’ll make you stand in front of the heater to warm up while he disappears into the kitchen

of course he’s going into the kitchen

but you’re pleasantly surprised when he comes back with two steaming bowls of chicken noodle soup

you guys eat and watch a movie in the living room, Beel asking you every five minutes if you’re cold

you take another one of his sweaters just to get him to stop bothering you about it

insists on feeding you every hour and piling snacks on the coffee table

“don’t give me that look. you need food to stay warm, y/n.”

Belphie:

hates blizzards because they interrupt his sleep

he can usually sleep through anything—from sunny days to volcanic eruptions

but the cold??? no way

his bed gets cold and even his thickest, softest blankets don’t help

but…maybe a certain warm human could help his sleep

ends up crawling into bed with you in the middle of the night, hardly making a sound

you only wake when you feel the bitter cold on your body slowly fading away, a new warmth pressed against you

“go back to sleep—don’t move! im comfy....”

you’re not even phased by Belphie sneaking into bed with you at this point

and the warmth is honestly really nice

you cuddle back into him, shoving your back as tight against his chest as it will go

he throws an arm over your waist, holding your hip flush against his

definitely stays with you the whole night—and the next few after that

with the excuse he’s just ‘keeping warm’, of course

checks on you every time he wakes up in the night, groggily reaching out to make sure you’re still warm and okay

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ataraxiaspainting · 4 months

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It's Cold Outside.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Synopsis: A stranger has weaseled his way into every aspect of your life.

Warnings: Yandere themes, non-con/dub-con (the reader is under the influence of aphrodisiacs but non-consensually), the reader is described as AFAB and uses she/her pronouns respectfully, threats of violence, stalking, manipulation, Chrollo the Creepster, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 2.2k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

(You’re The) Devil in Disguise by Elvis Presley

Salvatore by Lana Del Ray

Who Is She? by I Monster

Kiss Of Fire by Georgia Gibbs

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

4:00A.M. by Taeko Onuki

How I’d Kill by Cowboy Malfoy

Sonne by Rammstein

The Great Gig in the Sky by Pink Floyd

“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground

*~*~*~*

i. “Technicolor worlds with white clouds are bound to be destroyed by silver snow.”

When you step into your house, it is like you are instantly transported back to a year ago. Everything in sight, from the walls to the shelves, has decorations of some kind, whether going all out with the kitchen table having an entire feast of delicious holiday treats made by your grandparents, or just a green and red painting of a Christmas tree placed in your older sister’s usually monochromatic room. Perhaps the painting is yet another way she proves that she can somewhat react well to requests to change her room a little bit. Even if the painting is on the farthest wall from the door and is partially hidden from view by the many anime figurines and books larger than your head. Your mother claims that it is a miracle she convinced her to put up any holiday decorations in her room at all and thus doesn’t bother her further.

Each room also has a different festive scent, your younger sister’s room having a hot chocolate scent mixed with the smell of piled up dishes on her desk, most coming from when she was ‘helping’ your grandparents cook by ‘testing to make sure the food isn't poison’.

How heroic of her to sacrifice herself for the family.

Your room, you think, looks much better than your sisters’ combined, having decked it out to the maximum by taking out all of your Halloween decorations and replacing them with Christmas ones. It took you the whole weekend, sure, and caused you to break the bank, but your love for accessories outweighs your logic and reason by quite a lot. Your beloved record player is back on your table that also simultaneously houses your television and jewelry playing Elvis Presley’s Blue Christmas. A wreath larger than your torso is on your door and your room smells like all the holiday air fresheners you found in your closet. Pine, peppermint, orange, lemon, cranberry… all mix to make a beautiful festive scent unmatched by even your parents’ bedroom. Everything is how it should be, and how it always is every year.

Well, almost. A man named Chrollo, a man who gives you anything but comfort, has been invited to your family-only yearly Christmas party. When your father, who has always been too protective of you and your sisters and never lets you spend time with the opposite gender, told you that Chrollo of all people would be attending, you tried to argue otherwise. You tried telling him that none of you had known Chrollo for so long, but he had rebutted Chrollo’s lie that you had known him for over a year with you two developing a close bond. You realized it was too late then, and Chrollo had charmed your entire family, with even your older sister always having a smile on her face whenever she saw him at her workplace.

ii. “Like actors, each snowflake has a different role to play. They sing along with every step of a boot as a deceitful way to express their pain.”

The moment the doorbell chimes, its piercing resonance assaults your eardrums and causes an unsettling shiver to course through your spine.

You find yourself in an unsettling situation as your family eagerly awaits, and to your dismay, you are the designated individual tasked with the responsibility of opening the door. You two are such good friends, aren’t you? We wouldn’t want to get in the way of your bonding time.

You want to say he is lying, to tell them everything, every threat he has told you, him meaning them or otherwise. But as soon as they know of what Chrollo really and truly is, they will meet a painful end; that being pushed onto train tracks, their drink being laced with a poison that destroys the body from the inside out, or having nails thrusted into their bloody palms as they hang on their bedroom wall as you look in horror. Elton, Anya, and Robert all being examples of such… You don’t want to think of the bodies just waiting to rot around the Riverbend, your fault or otherwise.

You also don’t want to drown in this river. A river inhospitable to any aquatic life whatsoever, and only harbors a barrier of carnivorous plants that eat those who dare come close. Butterworts, large lilac purple ones that feel like they have been dipped in the most tempting butter mixed with forbidden fruit and honey produced by none other than the queen bee herself. Are you the fly, or are they? You have no idea, and you don’t want to find out.

“Hello.” Your response is concise and devoid of warmth, with a noticeable absence of your usual cheerful demeanor evident in your expression and tone.

Chrollo's smile is so sinister that even the most depraved devil's grin would pale in comparison, with all the large gift bags behind him swinging like a tail.

“Ah, [First]. Happy holidays. No need to be so cold, you know. The snow is already doing that for you. So-”

Despite your strong desire to slam the door in his face, you choose to step aside and allow him entry, in an attempt to silence him.

“Put the gifts by the tree by the kitchen table. The white table and not the black one.”

However, rather than fulfilling your expectations, all he does is elicit a burst of laughter so unique that it resonates within you, while discreetly handing over the most colossal gift bag, compelling you to accept it as if under some intangible force.

“Just a little something. I know it’s customary to wait until later but… I simply can’t help myself. Open it whenever you get the chance, dearest.”

…He means right now, in your room, doesn’t he? Perhaps he installed a camera in your room as you slept, he has certainly threatened to do that before. Or maybe he will just spy on you through the little space between the door and the frame. He has done that before, after all.

…

You resisted the urge to scream when you saw a picture of your mother sleeping blissfully, the camera focused on her ring finger with the caption Should I take another souvenir? written on it, but the card, as beautiful as it appeared with a lace envelope and your name written in script on the card’s cover above Chrollo’s, proved to be even more of a challenge. When you read the words on it, your heart plunges so deeply that you fear your gastric acid will erode it.

Save your tears. For even if you cry to the whole world, it will never be enough to make me disappear. Meet me outside in five minutes, and make whatever excuse you deem necessary. No exceptions.

As you begin to read further, a wave of fragrant and delicate floral scents envelops your senses, instantly igniting a warm sensation in your head, leaving no time for contemplation.

Trying to ignore your slight dizziness, you read the rest of the card.

Just a little something to make sure you do this. We wouldn’t want your family to see you in… what state you are about to be in, do we?

…Just what did he do to you?

iii. “With the burden of wintertime ending, nature spends time creating beautiful trees and flowers. To accompany them, she makes twisted vines and weeds, for she knows that without them there cannot be balance or purpose in being comfortably numb.”

You were on your back, on his bed, within what felt like one second, not remembering the car ride over to his place, your wrists pinned beneath the strength of one of Chrollo's hands while he looked down at you within another, his other undoing the tie of the bandana on his forehead and showing you, for the very first time, of the cross tattoo underneath it.

All you can do is watch your whole world slow down and be replaced by a dream.

A blissful and sweet dream, as sugary as saccharine and as dissolvable as cotton candy, that is a veil and covers your eyes from what is happening; until it is too late, until you feel some of his fingers go into the band of your skirt and start pulling and pulling, downward, and that is when terror went to combat with your unwanted lust.

“...What… are… you… doing…? Chroooooo…” Your words slur as your mind buzzes with euphoria, and you can feel every sensation in vivid detail, every touch and every breath feeling heightening and intoxicating. As much as you want to, you can’t tell him to stop, not now.

“Shh, it’s what you want, isn’t it?” At least that is what you think he said, because as Chrollo spoke, you struggled to decipher his words amidst the haze that enveloped your mind. Reality fragments, leaving you unable to muster the strength to plead for him to cease. “It will feel oh so very good, I promise. Very, very nice and very, very good.” With that, you come to realize the wetness between your rubbing thighs, amidst the cloudiness and the larger-than-life headache that rips your skull apart. “Do you trust me?” The voice sounds almost heartfelt, not as intimate as it could be, but it was still more than enough for your hands to cling to him and pull him in closer, faster, so he could relieve you of this hell. “I will assume that that is a yes.” His hands move to the two buttons on your blouse, undoing them with ease, softly, gently, like it was a baby bird.

“Faster… faster…!” You feel like a man who hasn’t seen water on any day of their life, and if you lose the location of the oasis you are sure to never find it again.

Like a man lost in the desert, you choke on imaginary quicksand, soon to drown if water does not save you.

“Aw, such a precious little thing, aren’t you?” You are gently flipped over in an instant and he unbuckles your bra, quickly.

“If you love me… really love me… make me feel better… please.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” He flips you over again and his fingers lower to your panties, pulling them down from your trembling legs, just like he did with your skirt. “You trust me after all, don’t you?”

You cry out yes after utterly desperate yes, as he watches, his smile getting wider as he starts undoing his belt. He puts a finger on your lips after he has heard enough, shushing you gently.

“Then trust me when I say that this, my dear, is for your own good.”

Beneath the surface, whether it be shallow or not, you have no desire to comprehend his intentions.

You don’t want to know. You just want this to go away.

iv. “Through discoveries, there is a hint of madness that enters our minds. Only then can we see our world’s colors change from squid ink and bone to begonias and finches.”

Chrollo undoes his belt, then his pants, and then his boxers. You focus on his face to ignore what is currently nearly touching the side of the mattress by a hair or two, hard and enlarged and slightly pink and-

He takes off his shirt button after button, much, much, much slower than how he took off the rest of his clothing. There exists a deep-seated anger within you, yet it is accompanied by a sense of gratitude, as both you and he are aware of your mutual aversion towards this situation.

Despite both of you being aware that this is not your desired outcome, he still kisses you, gently, full of warmth, and tenderly. What you truly desire is to satisfy the ache within you. But he won’t give it to you yet, will he?

Time seems to drag on as his kisses get faster, and more hungry, with his tongue essentially becoming another of your muscles, wet, and neither wanted nor unwanted.

Eventually, you get what you want, after enough begging for him to just get it over with. At the beginning, there is a gentle caress resembling a warm and velvety rose petal. However, as time progresses, the touch becomes increasingly forceful until his fingers enter. But it does not hurt. Should you be thankful for that? At least he is being nice.

He starts thrusting, and that also does not hurt. No soreness. You won't feel any discomfort until your eyes meet, causing a sensation that almost makes you want to throw up, were it not for the illicit satisfaction this dreadful encounter brings. It's a peculiar kind of pain, one that lingers like a ghost stealthily gliding through walls, catching you off guard before you can comprehend its presence.

Nothing hurts, and that in of itself gives you the most pain anyone could imagine.

v. “Heat lightning gives way to summer storms and verdant wind. This makes for a hauntingly beautiful melody of ripples and thunder.”

“…And this maiden, she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.”

vi. “The dead, fallen leaves of autumn come in many shades from bright red to a dull brown. They flow with the wind from one place to the next as invitations from those who passed on to the living.”

#TIME TO WRITE SIN..........#(sweats nervously)#author aya #yandere #yandere x reader #hxh #phantom troupe #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo x reader #not sfw #yandere hxh x reader #hxh x reader

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spdrvyn · 3 months

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7 days until valentines

as compensation for my lack of posts, here's a short blurb of miguel with an autistic reader! i'm projecting really hard though

Miguel didn't know where the transition from his to 'our' workspace had begun. It was the little things, you'd leave a small cup with pens in it at his desk without bothering to pick it up after you leave his office. Eventually, that cup became a real pencil holder now you had journals, notebooks, and basically everything that wasn't work related neatly cornered into one part of his desk home with the scattered papers and unfinished gadgets Miguel has.

You also make home at his desk, efficiency was one of your strengths, but your productivity reached maximum capacity whenever you were with him. No words were spoken while the two of you worked, Miguel greatly appreciated it.

Not that he'd mind a little bit of small talk, but he enjoyed silence without feeling like the loneliness was clawing at his insides.

Though normally you (almost inhumanely) finished your work way earlier than he did, but you didn't leave. No, you didn't.

This habit of maintaining his presence while you're off doing something kept even when you were pursuing your own personal interests, Miguel would catch you on your laptop chatting to your friends whenever he had to check something on one of his monitors.

Other times, you'd have headphones on. Listening to music or catching up on one of your shows, your reactions are as muddled as they can be to not disturb. But one moment, he'll look away with you completely deadpan then look back to see your jaw widely agape and pupils blown wide from devastation.

Tonight was no different, if anything more convenient for you because a new episode of this unnamed media just dropped. Admittedly, your expressions and small noises entertained him as he worked. You did try to be discreet, but that super hearing of his could pick up on your small gasps and 'aww's on opposite sides of a workspace.

His concentration is broken when you practically slam your laptop shut, packing your earbuds into their case with an audible snap. You hop off of your place and solemnly walk over to where Miguel is standing, he quirks a brow at you.

Uncharacteristically, you slump your head against his shoulder with the biggest frown he's ever seen you in. "They're not getting back together, Miguel."

"Oh?" maybe feeding into your theatrics wasn't a smart decisions, but analytics dulled in comparison to whatever was going on inside your head. "Who?" he continued to interrogate.

"My only reason for light and happiness, my true inspiration for spreading love and joy across every corner of the multiverse." Miguel rolls his eyes. "Do not give me sass right now, I am so upset."

He genuinely can't tell if you're joking or not, perhaps a mix of both. "I don't get how I'm supposed to sympathize with this ex-couple when I don't even know the title of their story?"

"It's a cartoon. You'll laugh."

"Cartoon or animated?"

You quirk your eyebrow this time. "Huh?"

"I'm asking you, cartoon or animated? There's a difference, animated features aren't always classified as cartoons. Cartoon is more of a term for animated medias directed towards children. Aren't you the one more adept at this topic?"

He looks at you with an almost-smirk. It's teasing at his lips, full and plump. There are many sensations that you hold resentment for, but one you've always wanted experience is Miguel's lips against yours. The ultimate sensory triumph, all you've been waiting for.

God, you want to kiss him.

"Yeah, I- uh, animated. I mean, animated."

"Tell me about it when I'm not trying to keep the world from ending, please?" he grumbles, and you raise your head off of his shoulder. Damn right you'll tell him about it, and probably kiss him after too.

#projecting soo hard #yes i want to be an animation student #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #autistic reader #fluff #romance

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mthofferings · 7 months

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Preferred organizations: - Autistic Self Advocacy Network - Native American Rights Fund - RIP Medical Debt - The Bail Project - Transgender Law Center (See the list of approved organizations here)

Will create works that contain: Sfw: Fluff, angst, horror, inhuman exploration, domesticity, falling in love, nonsexual intimacy, role swap, missing scenes, time loop/time travel AUs, sci fi, mixed canons from media, trans exploration, aspec exploration. Nsfw: explicit content with any of the above, transmasc porn, t-dick smut, frottage, grinding, monster sex, tentacles, aphrodisiacs, cock warming, weird sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, more if asked.

Will not create works that contain: Yandere, dark!AUs, intentional OOC, scat play, piss play, non-monster blood play, heavy BDSM, bestiality, underage sex (whether between minors or between an adult and a minor), incestuous content, childbirth, period sex, cannibalism (aspects of monster-related eating may be discussed), race play, age play, medical abuse, suicide/self harm (references and content may be discussed), heavy non-con/dub-con (aspects involved in kinks may be discussed), heavy gore/heavy sexual gore (can be discussed in certain contexts), explicit and visceral murder, religious alteration/other religion AUs for Jewish characters, plural erasure/separate body/no system AUs for plural characters, magical genderswap/other gender AUs (fantastical trans explorations may be discussed), Bemis's run, Pepose’s City of the Dead characterization (though plot elements from CotD are welcome to be utilized), OCs, reader inserts

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Auction ID: 2061

Will create works for the following relationships: Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Miguel O'Hara/Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson - Spider-Verse (animated films) Miguel O'Hara-centric - Spider-Verse (animated films) Khonshu-centric - 616, MCU Jean-Paul Duchamp/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Jean-Paul Duchamp/Steven Grant - 616 Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Greer Grant Nelson/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Astronaut Marc/Jean-Paul Duchamp - 616, MCU The House of Shadows-centric - 616

Work Description: (This is my NSFW listing, if you are interested in non-sexual work, please look for my other auction.) This listing is for a sexually explicit fic piece starting at ~1,000 words. Each $2 bid will increase the piece’s word count by ~200 words, up to ~4,000 words maximum. If desired by the winner, the resulting word count may be split among multiple smaller fics. It may also inhabit a lower word count than the maximum if it is hit in bidding (IE: even if this auction hits a $40 bid, if you would like only a 2k word fic, I can do that). Word count is not exact and I may go slightly over or under depending on what fits the story best, but I will try to stick as close as I can. Due to current projects and plans, I will not be able to begin active prose work on this piece until early 2024 (likely early January, if not a bit later. I will communicate my availability with the winner). Discussions, planning, and an outline are welcome to be discussed and hammered out before then. This piece as well as my other listing will be taking the place of two regular commission slots for my January opening, and it is unlikely I will open more slots at that time. Winning a listing from me here is the best way to guarantee a slot from me in the near future. Clarifications for listed relationships/characters: For any polyamorous relationships, I am open to the whole group listed, as well as any combination of characters listed within that group (IE: I am open to writing polyamorous Marc/Steven/Jake/Jean-Paul, as well as any combination within such as Marc/Jake, Jean-Paul/Jake/Steven, etc.). If a relationship you are interested in is not listed here but seems to fit with what I’m open to (IE: Layla and Jean-Paul both being with the Moon Knight System at the same time, someone engaging sexually with the House of Shadows, Miguel x MK System) you are welcome to bid and reach out to discuss it with me. I may not be open to all pair ups or explorations, however, so please make sure you are at least interested in a story with what I already have listed. The "Astronaut Marc" listing refers to Captain Spector/Commander/MK-1 AKA the spaceman alter featured in the Lemire run, and his inner world version of Frenchie who fights alongside him. I am open to headcanoned characterizations/stories for these two, as well as larger AUs should the winner want to do something extra fun with them. Both the House of Shadows and Khonshu are listed as I greatly enjoy inanimate/nonhuman/godly sex, and if anyone out there would like some good old eldritch building or god fucking, I am very very open to that. I am very specific about how I pair Khonshu with other characters, however, so work with him would be less flexible on what I’m open for outside of a solo scenario. Although comics Steven/Jean-Paul is covered by my polyamorous relationship pair up rule, I am especially interested in the MacKay versions of Steven and Jean-Paul as a ship, and would love to create for them. Further content clarifications: I would like the focus of this story to be on sexual intimacy, porn, etc. as I’m interested in creating a short and smutty piece we can both be excited about and have fun with, so as long as it fits with my content boundaries, weird and wild ideas are welcome! Plot build up outside of the main sexual content will be kept to a minimum unless further discussed. I am open to melding aspects of different universes together in whatever way the winner would like (IE: MCU Moon Knight System interacting with Lemire Run events). Additionally, characters regularly a part of the chosen cast but not listed above are welcome to feature (IE: Gena, Crawley, Lyla, Mayday), and additional side characters or Marvel cameos are welcome but only in brief mentions or appearances. Trans headcanons are more than welcome for any character! And further headcanons such as kink preference, body features (bottom growth, top surgery/bottom surgery or not, etc.) may be discussed as well. While 616 is listed for all Moon Knight characters, I am not comfortable writing for runs I am not familiar with or am uncomfortable with (see DNWs above for some runs). I am most familiar with the Lemire 2016 run and the MacKay 2021 run versions of the characters. Headcanoned versions of additional Moon Knight system headmates are allowed to a certain extent (IE: Mr. Knight as a separate headmate or Dr. Harrow as a separate headmate would be fine, an original child alter would not). Examples of my explicit work can be found in my portfolio links! If you would like further examples of my explicit content, a few short original pieces may be found here and here. When contacting me after winning, please have a general idea of the story you would like to see. Further discussion on things like specific beats, headcanons, point of view, and tense may be discussed after.

Ratings: Explicit

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anime-and-toon-oc-time · 4 months

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(And now I fight I've promised one of my friends for a while.)

KAITO YAMAMOTO VS HERO KILLER STAIN

HERO OR VILLAIN HUMAN OR DEMON WE'LL SLAY THE FILTH!

Chizome Akaguro aka Hero Killer Stain info:

Height: 6 foot

Weight: 159lbs

Weapons: Worn Katana, Daggers, Throwing Knives, glider, Blood Curdle Quirk

Strengths: Easily one of the most feared characters in the My Hero Academia franchise (Possibly more so than even All for One), Superhuman strength (Easily overpowered Deku, Todoroki and Iida at the same time, One shotted a flying Nomu with a Dagger to the brain and forced it out of the sky with ease, Cut through a thick wall of Ice created by Todoroki with his Katana, Cut a man who’s Quirk allowed him to turn to stone in half, Blocked a punch from Deku with his Sword with no visible recoil), Superhuman durability (Tanked a punch to the face from 5% Deku, Tanked full power hits from 5% Deku and Iida at the same time, Could fight completely comfortably with broken ribs), Massively hypersonic speeds (Easily dodged Iida’s Recipro Burst, Can move faster than the eye can see), Has killed multiple Pro Heroes and Villains in his quest to cleanse society of ‘fake Heroes’ and villainy (Making him more of a delusional anti-Hero than Villain), His murderous Aura is so overpowering it froze several Pro Heroes in their place (Including Endeavour who was the world’s number 2 Hero at the time). His kill count according to him is 19 with 27 crippled.

Weaknesses: Whilst capable of fighting multiple opponents at once Stain struggles to focus fully when up against superior numbers, Must taste his opponents blood for his Quirk to work, His Quirk can only last 8 minutes at the maximum (It also depends on blood type, B type lasts the longest and O lasts the shortest). Dead in Canon thanks to All for One and his Quirk can be evaded if you have the ability to change your blood. (Stain used his Quirk afo changed his blood completely with a Quirk stole his Quirk then killed him)

Kaito Yamamoto info:

Height: 6' 3"

Weight: 275lbs

Weapons: Nicerhin Straightsword, Dual-Katanas connected by a chain(Think how tengens swords work), chain sickle, collapsible Polearm, at least 4 Smith and weston revolvers, an 'Anti-bear' hunting rifle with a bayonet, smoke bombs, a full set of Claw gloves, his Demon Blood Art.

Strengths:as one of the Einherjars fighting in the tournament of Ragnarok he's seen as one of the strongest or best fighters in the history of his world. Superhuman strength(was strong enough to cut through both Douma and Kokushibo's attacks. Was supposedly on par with his father who threw train cars at Muzan. Overpowered and threw back the Kamiboku group all at once. [Kanao,Zenitsu,inosuke,tanjiro,nezuko,genya and according to him murichio].) Superhuman durability (got shot in the face by Genya and walked it off. Had trees fall on him and a Boulder roll over him. Took punches from muzan and a muzan possessed Tanjiro both of whom sent him through walls. Regularly spars with Gyomei and Sanemei should be on par with fellow Einherjar Derail [Dearil while fighting with Hades got nearly diembowled lost and arm and got face cut open but still won the match.] Kaito was continually cut by his godly Foe Posiden and powered through.) Supernatural speed(can dodge lighting kept up with Naruko who was capable of cutting a lightning bolt in two. Could fought on par with Posiden who can create after images and move so fast that it looks like he's attacking from multiple angles.) Thanks to his curse and overall stoic self he's capable of intimidation(his presence sacred weak demons. He terrified 3 lower moons into running despite being 'beneath' her Daki didn't want to go near him he accidentally activated some PTSD memories that Muzan has while fighting Kaigaku) (murichio the mist hashira who often assigns people to animals as some form of aura reading or vision described katio once as something that sounded like a mix of a Ōmukade and a Jorōgumo [a large Centipede with spider legs wearing a Kubuki mask]) Kaito is a natural prodigy in weapon fighting who trains like mad(his file in heaven/Valhalla said he never stopped his training after his death with multiple weapons and he seems to have mastered almost all breathing styles as evident by how he switches styles on the fly.) His Blood art lets him turn parts of his body into any weapon he can think of as long as he understands the basics behind it. He also has limited telacanisis with them [can move them tiny bits.] When holding his weapons he can merge them into a bigger stronger weapon that he can channel his powers into. As a demon he's immune to Disease and has unlimited stamina. He's also one of the few demons who can survive decapitation. See-through world gives him X-ray vision and boosts his reaction time. Suprising stealth[despite the windchimes on his hat and the bells on his cloak Noone other then Tengen can hear him coming.]

Weaknesses:Prefers smaller weapons or close ranged ones as he quote 'has more control over what he does and dosent hit.' Someone in heaven cursed him so that anything that can fly with wings will either attack him or run away from him. Despite being a strong demon he's still weak to sunlight and red hot blades. Didn't master every battle style. Examples include @ask-kiyanah Universe breathing Sun breathing and @ask-milo-suzuki breathing and @cursetopia darkness breathing (mostly due to him being to shy to ask and not thinking he deserves use them.) Prone to fits of anger if you do anything he calls unforgivable.

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 4 months

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where have i been?

an update for those curious.

hey there my loves, long time no see.

i’m not sure how many of you will actually read this or care to see why i haven’t written in over a year now but typing this stuff out helps me process and get back into my groove.

well, today is january 16, 2024. the last thing i posted that was an actual one shot was posted on january 3, 2023. i haven’t written since. 2023 was my worst year yet and caused me to learn a lot about people and myself.

things were going alright in the beginning, i was in my second semester of college and my biggest problem was 2 of my 3 roommates (lived in a quad) hated each other so me and my bestie/3rd roommate had to play mediator and it was exhausting. i started liking a guy and got my hopes up. and i started to get more and more annoyed with school and my living situation every day. i was ecstatic to move out of that room despite hating my hometown. the day of move out, one of my roommates who i thought was someone very close to me blocked me and all of our friends on everything with no explanation but we knew she wasn’t coming back for 23-24.

i like where i grew up for a maximum of a week at a time, after that my depression just kicks my ass and im not having a great time. my plan for the summer was to work my ass off so much so that i wouldn’t have time to think of anything else. that backfired, because a few days after i came home one of my two jobs fell through unexpectedly and my other job was giving me less than half the hours they promised me. i was broke. everyone says it’s so easy to get a job these days because everyone is hiring but i applied to over ten places within a reasonable distance from me and didn’t get a single one. so i spent too much time with myself and that’s not normally a good thing.

to make matters even worse, in june my mom was sentenced to three years in prison for a crime she committed back in 2020. i don’t want to get into too many specifics, but my mom would never harm anyone she just has struggled with addiction. my mom was my constant emotional support, and knowing she was no longer going to be around ripped me to shreds. not even a month later after my mom was shipped off to prison, my dog died. and i know you might think “dogs die all the time it’s a pet.” but my dog was much more than that. she wasn’t even three years old and was a beautiful great pyrenees german shepard mix and she was the sweetest girl ever. i don’t care how ridiculous it sounds, because i know my soul and hers were meant to be together. i was even in the process of registering her as an emotional support animal so i could take her to college with me because she was finally old enough and for the most part out of the puppy phase. but one night out of nowhere she got really sick and within an hour of her showing signs something was wrong she died while i was holding her. not the greatest thing for a 19 year old who’s already struggling to experience. it took my over a month to stop seeing her like that every time i closed my eyes. call me dramatic, but that dog really was a child to me.

after that, i went to stay with my cousin for a few weeks and that was nice but i still knew i wasn’t feeling right. i moved back to school in august and had way too high of hopes that everything would fix itself. surprise, it didn’t. in fact, i just got worse. i reached lows i haven’t hit in over two years. i was having roommate problems, i was trying to do way too much at once, and i was neglecting my health. i had a breakdown.

the highlight of my semester was taking a week off to visit my best friend since age 2 for her birthday (she lives roughly a 2 hour plane ride away from me now) with our other two best friends. then i came back and immediately totaled my car. my car was a piece of shit yes, but it got me places. not having a car when you’re a person who drives around to destress is not fun. i was even worse mentally at this point and i was trying so so hard to get into my overbooked doctor to get my medications raised. the only constant i had were my three friends at school and my studies. so i threw myself into them. i was never alone and if i was i was nose deep in a text book. i was just avoiding the rest of my existence. i was able to get my meds upped and decided i was done wallowing. i started a diet that is actually manageable and enjoyable and discovered for the first time workouts that i actually liked doing. it was something small, but i knew i was turning myself around.

i went home for winter break knowing it was going to be tough. i also had to spend this time looking for a new car. it was an extremely stressful process to say the least. but i focused on myself, taking all the time for myself that i needed and processing everything that had made me get to such a bad place. i’ve always been very spiritual, so i dove more into that as well as trusting the universe.

i’ve decided that 2024 will be my best year yet. i got a new car, im getting a new job, im doing great in school, my mom is getting released from prison literally six hours after i post this, and im taking care of myself in more ways than one. while doing a lot of that reflecting, i remembered how much i used to love to write and how that passion just died after loving it since i was ten. i started small, doing short story exercises and getting into reading again. i finally, after an entire year, have my passion for writing back.

i can’t promise i’ll be consistent with uploads because i’ve decided that my goal for the year is to write a novel. so that project is going to be my main focus and it isn’t anything fanfic related, it’s actually a psychological thriller. more than likely i will be asking for opinions on here throughout the year as well.

with that said, my plans this year for this blog are to keep posting. eddie munson is mainly who i write for, but i want to expand my horizons. i want to challenge myself with genres and types of characters. i will greatly appreciate any requests you can give and i promise i will read through them. if i don’t post them right away, just know it may come out three months later. sometimes inspiration sparks at weird times.

if you’ve read this far, thank you. i hope this can inspire you to see that there’s light at the end of the tunnel but sometimes you’ve gotta dig the extra dirt to it yourself. beyond thankful to anyone who was here a year ago and has come back to read my new stuff- you made an aspiring writer really proud of herself.

much much love

-eddiemunsonswhxre 🤍

#eddiemunsonswhxre #i’m back #mental health is important

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thydungeongal · 5 months

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Mutants in the Making

Part #5: Let's Mutate!

Previously on Mutants in the Making:

Step #1: Getting Together

Step #2: Cursing Your Dice

Step #3: You're Good At...

Step #4: Your Origin Story

Our character currently looks like this:

Current Takebacks: 4/6

Current GOO-P: 76

Cognition 16, Determination 16, Affinity 14, Perception 16, Strength 13, Prowess 12, Endurance 21, Speed 13.

I'm actually going to break up this post into two! It's about time I had lunch, and as much as I am enjoying this I need to make sure I don't get famished. I'll follow up with the second part of mutating our character once I've had a bite to eat. :)

Before we start mutating our lil farm-living mutant groundhog, we want to take into consideration one of the options we have in play: Wild Mutations. Wild Mutations are an alternate set of mutations from Mutants in the Next that add a lot more unpredictability into the mix. They are arranged by type, so you will still mostly get stuff within approximately the same animal kingdom, but with a small chance of getting stuff from other kingdoms (feathers on a mammal, horns on a bird, etc.). Since they are in play we got an extra Takeback at the start, so of course we're going to take some Wild Mutations!

Wild Mutations cost a flat number of GOO-P that you spend before you roll! You can have a maximum of two Wild Mutations: either two minor ones, or one major and one minor. You could also elect to take just one minor or one major, but where's the fun in that? We'll be buying one minor and one major Wild Mutation, which the book tells us will cost us 16 GOO-P.

Current GOO-P: 60

So, rolling on Mammal Minor Mutations first, we get 45: Domesticated (Reroll: Beast of Burden, Cat Fancy, Good Dog): Adapt to human needs.

The name of the mutation is Domesticated. The stuff in parentheses means that if our species had any of the traits listed, either as options or by default, we would reroll this Mutation. Let's check ahead to see what it does:

What this means is: we get either Cat Fancy, Good Dog, or Rideable for free. We can replace one of our species' enhancable traits with one of the ones given (but only mental ones can be replaced with mental ones and physical with physical). We add the additional extra traits into our list of choices when mutating.

Domesticated: You represent what your species would be if bred to be a companion animal for humanity.

Bonus Minor Traits: One of the following: Cat Fancy, Good Dog, or Rideable*

Enhance: Cognition, Affinity, Endurance, Speed

Enhance: If a saurian, avian, or mammal, add Fluffy as an extra minor trait. Otherwise, add Languid.

Extra Minor Traits: Beast of Burden, Communal, Flamboyant, Livestock Guardian (herder), Pack Hunter

Banned Major Traits: Aggressive, Toxic, Venom

Banned Minor Traits: Apex Predator

I don't want my groundhog to be rideable, so I'll quickly check what Cat Fancy and Good Dog do.

Good Dog (5 GOO-P): Most humans will do their best to avoid harming you if you have not injured or threatened them, and they gain +D to attack you while you have not targeted them or their allies with a maneuver. Gain +A on any roll to try and deescalate a situation.

Cat Fancy (5 GOO-P): When you make a dramatic roll for

social interaction to get something you want from a human, gain +A and skip one step.

(+D and +A are the game's shorthand for Disadvantage and Advantage, which works almost exactly like in D&D 5e barring d% rolls! I really like it as shorthand!)

I prefer Good Dog, because of its wider applicability. Also, groundhogs are definitely more doglike than catlike to me on a purely vibes-based level I can't explain.

Now let's roll for our Major Mutation: a roll of 17 actually directs us to roll on the table for General Major Mutations, so let's roll again! A roll of 67 gets us Solid: Abnormally compact, dense, and muscular.

Thick Hide is actually probably a typo: it should be Tough Hide. Stable gives opponents +D when trying to inflict prone on us, while Tough Hide gives us SHT (Superficial Harm Threshold) equal to our Endurance! Which is very good. Our character is shaping up to be a tough little cookie. As a groundhog we already have Endurance as our lone physical trait that can be enhanced and I don't want to change it out for Strength. We'll keep that as is, but make a note of our new Extra Major and Minor Traits.

Bonus Major Traits: Stable, Thick Hide

Unique Traits: Your weight is 100% higher than it normally would be for your size rating. Add +2 to your size rating when comparing it with other characters for purposes of various effects. This bonus does not increase any of your traits (like size damage or SHT).

Enhance: Strength, Endurance

Extra Major Traits: Toxin Resistance (2 GOO-P)

Extra Minor Traits: Crushing Grip, Crushing Jaw, Languid, Load Bearer, Standing Posture

Banned Major Traits: Adhesive, Arboreal, Cling, Flight, Swift

Banned Minor Traits: Compress, Flexible, Float, Snow Shoes

Before we start evolving our character any further, let's take a look at them, keeping in mind that they're still a pretty normal, albeit extremely docile and muscular, groundhog.

Current Takebacks: 4/6

Current GOO-P: 60

Cognition 16, Determination 16, Affinity 14, Perception 16, Strength 13, Prowess 12, Endurance 21, Speed 13.

Size Rating: 6

Basic Traits: Rodentia, Herbivore

Minor Traits: Good Dog

Major Traits: Stable, Thick Hide

#mutants in the making

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amamomorax · 4 months

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WTF 2024 ???

Okay so.

In September, I did a post with my kinlist (that got 25 notes, that's insane omg), and I was happy to show my feminine character kins: I wasn't that into my gender questionning...but now...

Listen (no, read), I really started to admit that I may be kind of transfem at the end of 2023 (the last two weeks): I had a big breakdown during the last work week, and I felt that it was...very open. Like, I was really able to tell how I felt. Even if it was a breakdown, so something bad, I felt very understood by my partner and their boyfriend (yes, poly couple) and I started getting transfem / femboys videos on TikTok some days later. The holidays were great and I felt better and better about my gender, even if it's still in questionning, I feel more at peace and ease.

The last argument came on the 29th because I told how I felt about my partner's relationship, that I felt left behind. It brought a crisis, but still...I'm extremely relieved that it was not exactly jealousy I was experiencing: a kind of jealousy but not the one I thought it was. I'm extremely happy to still have my partner, even I know I'm also happy to have their boyfriend by my side. He's not MY boyfriend because we don't match enough, but he's still important to me.

Didn't feel down since then (okay, school has not beaten me up yet, let's wait for it-), didn't take any medication since my big breakdown. I know things are going to change, and I will feel down again sooner or later, because of my work, my exhaustion... But I know it won't last, and I will always have people beside me.

BUT SINCE THE BEGINNING, I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT WHAT I WANTED TO.

MY KINLIST.

January means new season for anime. And this season, I watch 4-5 shows (unlike these 10 lasts seasons when I watched 2 shows maximum-).

...And I'm getting attacked. I often get kins. I use them to understand me better and to have role model, to tell to myself "this character acts like this, it could fits you well, you should try". yeah, neurospicy things, thanks anxiety.

Look, NO READ, before, I kinned nearly only male characters. Sometimes, the simp and the kin mixed together but welp, it is what it is. Now...There's Ruby Hoshino, Kyoko Hori, March 7th, Princess Syalis... AND YOU NEED TO ADD THESE ONES BECAUSE WHY ART THOU ATTACKING ME LIKE THIS????

SHE COULD SELL HER SOUL FOR FOOD. SHE CAN BE BOUGHT BY GOOD FOOD. OF COURSE I'D LOVE HER

Okay, you'd say "basic", but yeah, it is. But I love her. It's not reaaaally a kin, it's just some relatable things that sooth me, and she has ikemen around her (especially Ise)

Okay, not a kin at all. I'm just simping a lot on his demon form. As a "cute demon queen", I need demon kings for me. I'm still waiting to see more of Maou-sama and I want to see Beelzebub from "I'm the villainess so I'm taming the final boss" again. In fact, give me hot demon kings.

2024 really started greatly. Maybe because I feel like I'm starting over something, on good basis. I really hope it will last, because I love feeling like this. I never was a sad person, I'm rather a tired person, but my tireness can give me big down because my brain cannot follow everything when its tired or hungry.

I'm really meaning it. @kittyfeli and @problemskinnie , thank you so much for being here for me. You don't know how much you helped me, especially these last weeks. Everyone else too, but you two really are special. <3 <3 <3 <3

#transgender #transfem #kin stuff #kin list #january 2024 #oshi no ko #anime #happy 2024 #demon king

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ohnoitstbskyen · 1 year

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So a bit of personal behind-the-scenes blogging here about YouTube sponsorships, doing creative writing for a job, workloads and stress and burnout.

I am never taking this many sponsorships ever again.

I don't know if there was something in the water in September or if a bunch of marketing budgets just needed to get burned, but at the end of August I started getting a lot more emails than usual from agencies that wanted to purchase sponsorship integrations. I'm sure there's some structural industry-side reason for this that I'm simply not privy to, but from my perspective it was just a flood of emails.

There were the usual ones, of course, the RAID: Shadow Legends sponsorship that I am getting very tired of turning down over and over again, a bit of crypto-nonsense and Play2Earn games which can go get f*d, and then a smattering of things that just kinda don't fit my channel or my audience, like a Chinese-run site doing online coding classes for people who want to emigrate and work in the PRC, or one of those semi-fraudulent "purchase a square foot of land in Scotland and become a Lord, technically!" which are, like, usually just a harmless novelty, but not really fit for my audience.

The way influencer marketing on YouTube works (at least at my level of micro-celebrity) is that companies will contract marketing agencies to run campaigns for them. The agencies bid against each other for contracts, promising to deliver maximum engagement at minimal cost. The company picks an agency and gives them a pile of money to spend on ad-buys. Agencies reach out to influencers en masse (usually through mailing lists and directories of channels above a certain size, listing their general content and likely audience profiles), and ask us how much we charge for a 30-60 second integration.

The marketing agency's objective is to make their budget deliver as many trackable metrics for their client as possible, usually in the form of signups, clicks, website traffic and so on. Some agencies will focus on advertising only with huge names that have massive reach, some will pick out a hundred smaller creators hoping to cast a wider net. Most agencies will do some mix of the two.

So, they email me like "how much for an integration?" and I... have to invent an answer. See, there isn't really a standard rate for any of this. How much is a view on my channel worth? How much return on investment does an ad on my channel generate? I'm just a person, I don't have a market research department, I don't have any education or training in evaluating the effectiveness of advertising. I make video essays about game characters and occasional anime.

The best resource for YouTubers on this subject is... each other. We basically just have to talk to one another, figure out what everyone is charging and try and derive a reasonable rate from that. There isn't a union or a guild, there are no associations or central resources (or even community resources) that set the standards or allow us some form of collective bargaining.

My problem is that most of the peers I talk to don't really do influencer marketing. They stick with ad revenue and Patreon/Twitch subscriptions, or just aren't on the radar of advertisers yet, so I'm flying this one kinda by the seat of my pants.

Ayway, returning to the subject. In September I get a lot more inquiries about sponsorship than usual, which puts me in the very unusual position of turning sponsors down not because their product is a bad fit, or a crypto scam, or RAID: Shadow Legends, but because I simply can't make enough videos fast enough to fill the "order."

I book Squarespace and Skillshare, which are reputable companies whose products I've used myself, which basically fills out my schedule, and then the offers keep coming. I should not have accepted as many as I did.

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I should say, I've never been poor. I come from a middle class family in a Scandinavian social democracy, there are safety nets under me that most people don't get to have, and I don't ever have to really be afraid of ending up on the street or starving. What I have been is broke. I used to make my living as a commission artist and cartoonist, and spent essentially a decade constantly, constantly dancing right on the very edge of being able to make rent each month. I was chasing a dream of building up a customer base to fund my independent comics work, and... it broke me a little bit. I came down with a very dark depression that I couldn't really deal with, and spent weeks and weeks pulling all-nighters chasing commissions and doing work trying to scratch money together.

YouTube happened entirely by accident, and for all that I've complained about the troubles that come with this work, might have genuinely saved my life a little bit.

I bring this up to say, ever since the YouTube gig started reliably paying my bills, I have had at least a couple of realizations per year of just how anxious and freaked out I still get about money. I still check my online bank obsessively, I still fret over keeping savings and paying bills, I still feel guilt over spending money on non-essentials.

And when I get too many sponsorship offers, I still feel like I should accept all of them, and pull whatever all-nighters it takes to fulfil them, even though I'm not 24 any more and when I tried to do it as a 24 year old it caused a depression that nearly made me suicidal.

Because what if these are the last sponsorships I'll ever get? What if the next sixth months are really bad months and I don't make as much in ad revenue? What if my videos lose steam and the audience moves on? What if everyone gets tired of me? What if someone copyright strikes my channel twelve times out of nowhere and kills it forever?

I haven't been broke in years now. I'm not a wealthy man, but I haven't been broke. I don't have a pension fund, but my bills are paid, and looking rationally at the statistics and analytics I have access to, there is literally no reason to believe it'll all go "poof!" and be gone overnight.

And yet, I feel so guilty about not taking every sponsorship I can ethically take. I feel so guilty about not hoarding money, building savings, protecting myself, "being responsible." And I feel so afraid of that unnamed catastrophe lurking just around the corner, where I'll be punished for my hubris to think that I was ever safe, and thrown right back into that fearful scramble. Right back into that depression.

It's a sticky fear. You scrub and scrub and scrub, and the stain of it just won't come out.

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I took too many sponsorships in the latter half of this year. This is a champagne problem, there are creatives I know who would kill to get sponsorships at all, and I'm not trying to fish for too much sympathy here. "Oh no, too many people wanted to give you money to read 60 second ads, boo hoo YouTube man, how sad for you" is, like, a valid response to this. I'm not exactly being ground down by the Amazon Fulfilment Center over here. It's not a cry for help, or a plea for support, it's just a blog.

But I took too many sponsorships. I clogged my schedule, and committed myself to a lot of work, and... every other part of my life suffered. I found it harder and harder to spend time with my family, because the next deadline was always on my mind. That knowledge that taking time to do anything else inevitably means a harder rush to finish the work, it means more stress and less space to think, less space to do good work.

Because that's the other anxiety, of course. Having taken these sponsorships, I now feel pretty intensely that I need to make videos that are good enough that my audience doesn't feel taken advantage of, that they feel that the content I put behind the ad was worth the time they took to sit through it. Sponsored videos need to be better, they need to have higher production quality, better scripts, better editing.

So how do you justify taking time to do anything else?

I spent less time with my family, I became less and less able to keep the apartment clean, less and less able to cook, less and less able to even spend time socializing and doing enrichment for my pet rats, which they need for their mental health. And I started to feel the familiar sensation of burnout eating me up from the chest outwards.

I had started taking piano lessons at the local community center, something I've wanted to do for myself for a decade. And I had to cancel those lessons over and over again, and usually last minute, because work just got in the way. Last week I told my teacher that I simply wouldn't be able to make it to them anymore, to cancel the whole thing. And that knocked the wind out of me more than I thought, honestly. That was something I had been so excited to finally do for myself, and it just got bled out in front of me by the workload I couldn't get myself to say no to.

I've dealt with burnout many times before. I know what it is, I know how to recover from it. But I have never learned to stop inflicting it on myself. I am a workaholic, I am addicted to the stress of this sh**, not because I find it pleasurable, but because for ten years the satisfaction of finishing a piece of work and securing the paycheck was the only sense of real relief and catharsis I ever got to feel from my anxiety, and I don't know how to stop chasing that high. When I'm stressed, when I'm anxious, when I'm feeling unsure or unmoored, the only response I know is to drown myself in work. Energy drinks and junk food and too little sleep. I don't have any other real coping mechanisms.

It'll take... a while to fix those things, I think. It's not happening right now. But I am promising myself this, at least: I am never taking this many sponsorships ever again.

#tb blog #personal post #youtube #influencer #burnout #depression #workaholism

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𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒆 ☆ 𝑰𝒈𝒈𝒚 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓!

🗯️ HIIII LOVIESSS it’s val! i posted this on my personal account originally but i figured i would bring it over here for you guys to have while i continue working on the spencer reid fic. sorry it’s taking so long, i’ve redone the entire thing like three times now! this is kind of an underground fandom and character, but i love him too much not to write for him! begging on my knees that you read and enjoy this because im so proud of it. i intended to turn this into a series so let me know what you think!!

>> fluff, maximum ride fanfic, i just love iggster so much. he needs some representation too. you’re a mutant, a reptile mix specifically. part crocodile and part leopard gecko. warning, this is like a mile long. enjoy!

Imagine you’re fifteen years old. Now imagine that all you’ve ever known is scalpels, white walls, tile floors, the smell of antiseptics and bleach, and the feeling of rough hands grabbing at you. The feeling of needles pressing into your skin and veins, filling your body with steroids and god knows what else. Imagine not knowing whether or not anything else is real and only seeing things about the outside world and social culture through newspaper clippings. Imagine your brain being electrocuted as you’re forced to run until your feet bleed. Imagine you’re only given twenty ounces of room temperature water and a package of stale crackers and some old ham to keep you alive most days. Got the picture?

That was the life (Y/N) lived. She couldn’t remember anything before the age of nine. All she could remember was needles, bright lights, constant nausea, and unbearable physical torture. Being cold most nights, because of course she wasn’t provided with a heat lamp. She told other experiments that she was just anemic.

It wasn’t a lie necessarily, she was severely malnourished, but it wasn’t because she was anemic that she was always cold. It was because she was a reptile. Well, kind of. She was ninety five percent human, three percent leopard gecko and two percent crocodile. She got the cool spots which looked more like vitiligo if anything, and she could go thirty minutes without blinking. She was medium height, around five six and maybe one hundred thirty pounds soaking wet. She was fast, and she had the potentially to be a malicious predator. However, it was hard to be predatory when you were used to being nothing but prey to weirdo scientists with god complexes and fucked up world views.

That takes us to present time. (Y/N) cramming herself into the furthest corner of her crate (where all the experiments were kept), hissing and baring her pointed teeth at the white-coat trying to grab at her. “Do not resist.” He growled at her, getting more erratic and rough with his movements. She kicked at him whenever he got close, and she packed one hell of a kick. Even after fifteen years, she’d never stop fighting. Which is why she was kept in a separate room all by herself, albeit still in a crate. She had been caught trying to plan an escape with the others one to many times. That tends to happen when you go without food or warmth or nourishment or education or normal socialization. “Die!” She yelled at the scientist. He sneered and slammed the door of her crate shut, hitting her toes as he did. She yelped and tucked them under her body, growling and frowning like a feral animal. She rocked back and forth, feeling frantic and sticky. She wasn’t dirty, but she felt like her skin was covered in glue. She scratched at her melanin splotched arms, her pupils widening and shrinking every once in a while.

She heard the heavy metal door slam open, and her head jerked up, expecting to see an army of white-coats storming in to grab her. But no. It was a blonde girl in ratty civilian clothes who looked like she hadn’t showered in weeks and had no clue what a hairbrush was. The girl ran over to her crate and began fiddling with the latch. “Can you walk?” She asked urgently. (Y/N) stared at her, wrapping her arms around her body tight and going on fight or flight mode. She looked feral, which she practically was. “Can you walk?” The girl repeated, louder. (Y/N) nodded hesitantly, glaring wearily at her. “Good.” The lock popped open and the door swung to the side, leaving the exit wide open for her. (Y/N) stayed, unsure if this was another simulation, another trick to lure her out so she could be tortured and chased again.

The blonde girl kneeled in front of her, trying to be kind, but failing. She was far too tough and in a hurry to have a motherly heart to heart right now. “Listen. We’re here to help you, okay?” She said, something extending from her back. (Y/N) peeked and saw that they were wings. An experiment. Just like her. (Y/N) slowly crawled out from the cage and stood, on edge and ready to pounce if anyone tried anything. “Hurry, this way.” The girl said, grabbing her by the wrist and rushing her through the door. (Y/N) could hear all kinds of commotion. Animal noises, yelling, metal slamming around, and now a loud alarm. Red lights flared up and illuminated the halls, causing adrenaline to pump harder through her body.

“Hurry, hurry! Up here!” The blonde girl ordered. They turned a corner and she saw all the experiments running up a ladder, lead by another blonde girl with wings. But she was in a lab gown. She was one of the experiments too, one that (Y/N) had tried to ally with. But she didn’t understand English as well as (Y/N) did. She saw more bird kids, overturned crates and surgical tables, and a look over her shoulder allowed her to see a rush of white-coats running straight for them. This was the one chance she had. She turned and took two steps before she slammed into someone. Her pupils immediately shrank into slits and she hissed, baring her teeth before scampering up the ladder, faster than most of the other experiments could. She was powered purely on adrenaline and now fear, fear of being caught.

She felt a gust of wind against her face and looked up to see three bird kids fly by her, through the narrow tunnel. She kicked off the last prong of the ladder and broke out into a sprint, following the other mutant kids like her instincts told her to. “Forward, forward! Don’t stop!” Someone yelled, she didn’t know who. Her legs pumped faster and harder, through the sludge of the tunnel. Had they been underground? Come to think of it, she’d never seen natural sunlight. She didn’t even know if it was real. She’d only seen it in books and scraps of newspaper left on the lab counters.

They broke out into an open area after what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. She leaned against a wall as her vision faded in and out, her head starting to spin from exerting so much energy on such an empty stomach. She looked around, and she realized she wasn’t hearing. The blonde bird kid who broke her out was giving a small speech, but (Y/N) could barely register it. Everything felt muffled and far away. The last thing she saw was the experiment kids who stayed to listen to the speech scampering off, and a questioning, accusatory look from someone that looked like a living shadow.

When she woke up, she wasn’t in a tunnel anymore. She was.. where was she? She sat up abruptly, flailing her legs and moving to stand on her own two feet, getting into a fighting stance. She looked around frantically, meeting the eyes of six confused and equally as beat up kids. “No need to have a riot. It’s just us. Just me.” The blonde girl from earlier said. She put her hands up in sarcastic surrender, and (Y/N) managed a frowned. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest and fall onto the floor.

She swallowed dryly and looked around. A table, a rug, a TV, a couch.. she was in someone’s house. Surrounded by a bunch of strangers. Who, to be fair, had just helped her escape from the lab. “What is this?” She managed weakly, her voice shaky and breathy. “Who are you?”

The kids shared a look, all varying in different reactions, then one stepped up. She was young, barely looked more than seven or eight years old. She had big blue eyes and curly blonde hair. She was kinda cute for being so grubby. “We’re.. the flock. I’m Angel.” She pointed at herself. “This is Nudge, Gazzy, Fang, Iggy, and Max.” She pointed at everyone individually. The one she had seen before she fainted was Fang. She hadn’t seen Nudge or Gazzy until that moment. She hadn’t seen Iggy either. She blinked, her pupils very slowly returning back to a normal size.

She didn’t speak, only breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling evenly. Out of all of them, Iggy caught her attention. He looked hopeful but vacant, standing stiff and weird. “What happened?”

She asked, returning her attention to the little girl. Max stepped up now. “We broke you out of the school.”

She said, and (Y/N) nearly rolled her eyes. She would’ve if she wasn’t still in shock. “I remember that. I mean.. where am I?” They all looked at each other again. She felt alienated. Covered in a cold sweat and in a ratty hospital gown covered in her blood and ashes and dirt, her feet crusted with sludge from the tunnel, her hair tangled. “Uhm.. Michigan-ish.” The little blonde boy, Gazzy said.

“Mich.. igan?” (Y/N) hadn’t heard of that. She knew they were in the United States, or at least she thought they were, because that’s what most of the newspaper clippings were talking about. She had the education of an average fourth grader, she only knew basic language and math skills, but nothing else. She knew nothing of history or science, only that science was bad. Scientists were bad. “It’s a state. A big hunk of land in a bigger hunk of land.” The kid explained. She nodded. He dumbed that down enough.

“You fainted when we were in the tunnels. We.. didn’t want to leave you there, so we took turns carrying you. Iggy said. She looked over at him. He was looking slightly to the left of where she was standing. Her eyebrows scrunched in the way they always did when something didn’t make sense to her. She walked over to him and saw him visibly stiffen along with the rest of the flock, who got into subtle defensive poses. She stopped and gazed up at his pale face, into his eyes. They were milky, cloudy. It clicked. “You’re blind.” She stated.

He huffed. “Nooo. Really? I hadn’t noticed.” The corners of her lips quirked up in a little lopsided smirk and she turned away from him, wrapping her arms around herself. She was malnourished, cold, and really tired. She faced Max. “Are there any blankets?” She asked. “Dunno. Is Cabin-ah-la-Michigan not good enough for you?” Max said. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Max was.. joking. Being sarcastic. In a very flat, hard to tell way. (Y/N) liked it. She huffed out of her nose. “I’m a reptile. It’s cold. A blanket would be delightful.” She said, Max being visibly taken aback.

A slight smirk built on her lips and she turned to hide it. “Iggy, find her a blanket.” “Oh sure, send the blind guy to do it.” He grumbled. (Y/N) huffed a laugh again. That seemed to be the trend around here. Dry humor and sarcasm. It was refreshing. Better than listening to white-coats discuss what horrors they wanted to put her through that day. (Y/N) was on edge and shaking for more reasons than one. She didn’t know what to think of them, but they had saved her. She took a breath and told herself to just be cool.

“Thanks for saving me or whatever.” She said, crossing her arms. She saw Gazzy smile and try to stifle a laugh. She didn’t understand what was funny. “What?” She asked. “You’re acting like Fang.” He grinned. She glanced over to Fang, who was visibly offended and standing with his arms crossed. He probably had trust issues. Who wouldn’t in their case?

She looked away and down the hall to see Iggy returning with a blanket. “Found this in one of the bedrooms.” He said. She nodded and took it from him, immediately throwing it over her shoulders and sitting down on the floor, tucking her feet under her body and huddling down to preserve heat. They watched her like she was the only mutant kid in the room. “What?” She snapped. They looked away guiltily. “Nothing. You’re like, really pretty! Have you ever had your hair cut? Do-“ Nudge began, to be cut off by Iggy. “She’s a lab lizard. Do you think she’s ever been anything other than in a cage?” He wasn’t wrong, but the words hurt for some reason. Her face hardened and she angled it towards the ground. If she tried hard enough, she could glare a hole through it. Nudge’s face fell and she pouted sadly. She hadn’t considered that. She just wanted to give her a compliment.

(Y/N) heard Max elbow Iggy, and she assumed Max was scowling. (Y/N) rose from the floor, keeping the blanket wrapped tight around her body. She probably weighed the most out of all of them, having atleast some meat on her bones from her crocodile genes. “Do.. I stay?” She asked. It was silent. Six pairs of eyes stared at her. Well, five. Iggy was looking slightly near her again. Her face softened a bit and she immediately started burning with embarrassment. She angled her face towards the floor again.

“Sorry.” She uttered. “I’m sorry.” She said again. Nudge walked over to her with a friendly, understanding smile and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) pursed her lips and looked up at Nudge. “Let’s.. get you cleaned up.” Nudge said, trying to be polite, but her face told a different story. (Y/N) knew she looked like roadkill. It wasn’t her fault. She let Nudge lead her to the bathroom, which, miraculously, had running water. She informed the rest of the flock of that happily before helping (Y/N) undress and chattering her ear off.

“Your skin is awesome! And your eyes are so cool, the little black parts go so thin. How do you do that? What kind of reptile are you?” “Crocodile. And leopard gecko.” She answered, on edge. But.. Nudge was a girl, a mutant girl who seemed nice enough, so she accepted her help. “Have you ever even seen yourself?” Nudge asked, and she meant it as a joke. But.. (Y/N) hadn’t. Ever. Not in a mirror. Sometimes she’d catch very faint, ghostlike glimpses of herself on glass and the floors, but she’d never really seen what she looked like. Her prolonged silence made Nudge gasp. “Come, come look!” She insisted, pushing her in front of the sink mirror.

(Y/N) gazed at herself and gasped, running her fingertips across her face. Smooth but textured at the same time, like some sort of tattered silk. “That’s me?” She asked, mesmerized by her reflection. She was pretty. Splotches of tan skin were flung across her body like some sort of abstract art piece, her eyes were wide and curious, her pupils large for now. She shrank them and smiled, excited to watch it happen. She turned and turned, looking at her face, her neck, her chest, her hair, her shoulders, everything. Her hair was tangled and in desperate need of a comb, but it was fine. She was free and with people similar to her and she felt wonderful for the first time.. ever.

“Wow.” She muttered again, a smile on her face. Her teeth were sharp, her canines longer and pointier than Nudge’s. Her back molars were a bit more shaped for eating flesh, but her front teeth were relatively normal aside from the canines and such. “I know! Cmon, let’s get you in the shower before the water runs out.” (Y/N) nodded and stepped into the shower, gasping. She’d never had a shower. A real one. She’d had water thrown at her through the bars of her cage, but that’s it. She twirled around and around, letting the water penetrate her hair and slide down her body, down her legs, onto her feet. It felt great.

There was a lump of something in the corner. “Nudge? What’s that?” She asked. Nudge peaked into the shower and looked to where (Y/N) was pointing. “Oh, it’s soap! You rub it on your body and it makes you super clean and smell good.” She explained happily. She nodded. She knew what soap was, she’d just never been given any. She picked it up and did as Nudge said, rubbing it onto her arms and legs and stomach and hips and under her arms, all around. It made her feel slimy and weird. She scrubbed at her body for a while before letting the soap run off of her, opting to stand under the water stream for a while. As she ran her hands over her hair, there was a hard knock at the door.

“Hurry up in there! I have to pee!” She recognized the voice to be Gazzy’s. Nudge yelled back, “Go outside or something!” And it made (Y/N) giggle. She reluctantly switched the water off and reached for a towel, drying herself off with the help of Nudge, who wrapped her soaked hair in a towel for her. She sat inside of the sink as Nudge got through her hair, working out the snares and knots as gently as she could. (Y/N) felt like a brand new person by the time they were done. She barely recognized herself. Well, the version of herself she had seen before she showered. She felt even prettier. More alive.

She exited the bathroom with Nudge and let her lead her into the living room, where the bird kids had popped open multiple canned food items and some sodas they had found. They all, well, most of them, with the exception of Fang and Iggy looked up upon their arrival, and Gazzy’s mouth fell open. “Wow! You look like an actual girl now!” Max elbowed him, and (Y/N) stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do. She was in a huge button up and basketball shorts they had found in one of the bedrooms, her hair was still damp, she was still cold, and she felt soggy and out of place. “So uhm.. what now?” The flock shared a look. Fang shrugged. “We don’t actually know.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips. She didn’t want to be left on her own. She didn’t know how to survive in the real world. “We can’t leave her on her own.” Iggy said, reading her thoughts. Maybe he actually could. Who knew what powers they all possessed? (Y/N) looked down. She didn’t want them to leave, but she didn’t want to be a burden. She couldn’t fly. She weighed more than all of them, which meant they’d have a hard time carrying her long distances. Nudge put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“I’m with Iggy. She doesn’t know anything about the outside world! We have to help her. Can we keep her Max, please?” Max frowned and opened her mouth to protest when she caught Fang’s eye. They seemed to talk telepathically, Max getting gradually more irritated and Fang smirking when they broke their eye contact. He had won their silent argument. “Fine. But you have to pull your own weight, am I understood?” Max said, sternly. (Y/N) nodded eagerly and smiled, baring her teeth. Gazzy’s face immediately lit up.

“Woah! Those are awesome! What kind of reptile ARE you?”

He asked, genuinely curious. He walked up to her, inspecting her face. She opened her mouth wider for him, proud and happy that someone had a genuine interest in her and not in what would happen if they shoved enough metal prongs into her body. “Crocodile!” She said with her mouth open, so it came out sounding more like ‘crocadiiah’. “Cooool! I wish I was a crocodile!” He said. She smiled. “It’s cool I guess. But I’m always cold. I’m part leopard gecko too.” “What’s a leopard gecko?” He asked, gradually growing more and more interested. Nudge and Angel had gathered around her, and she saw Max from the corner of her eye. She looked on edge. Jealous? Maybe.

(Y/N) looked back to the three in front of her as a fourth kid rose and walked over, standing behind Gazzy. It was Iggy. “Uhm.. it’s a gecko with banana type spots on its body, and it can.. do this.” She turned and scaled the wall, climbing up to the ceiling. She could climb any flat surface, but she couldn’t hang upside down for too long. She would weigh herself down. “What? What did she do?” Iggy asked over the ‘ooo’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ of the other children. “She just climbed up the wall!” Gazzy exclaimed. Iggy nodded. “I can do this!” Gazzy said. He opened his wings and flapped them hard, propelling himself backwards. She smiled and hopped down from the wall, dusting her hands off. “Nice.”

She gave another polite smile as the three smiled at her, clearly wanting to ask a million and one questions. She opened her mouth to say something when Max’s voice chimed in. “I think it’s time to go to sleep. We have to head out tomorrow.” She said in a very stern, motherly tone. There were lots of whines and complaints, but a hard look had them shuffling off, albeit still complaining. She heard their scattered chatter, Nudge and Angel bidding her goodnight, and Iggy and Gazzy arguing over which bedroom they were gonna get. There were three bedrooms, which meant two pairs could share one each. That left (Y/N) with the couch.

She felt awkward suddenly, starting to fiddle with her thumbs. “I’ll just.. uhm.” She walked past Max with her head down and saw herself to the couch, sitting on it experimentally. She bounced on it a little, deeming it way more comfortable than the cold, hard floor of a dog crate. “Goodnight.” She said. Max paused in the opening of the hallway. She mumbled something before walking off, Fang following casually behind her. (Y/N) assumed, for the sake of her own peace, that Max had said goodnight back. She laid onto her side and stretched out, something she’d never really been able to do until then. She smiled as she tucked her arms under her head, making herself cozy.

That lasted about an hour before she was getting up, trudging down the hallway to find the blanket she had discarded. She grabbed it from behind the bathroom door where she’d left it and wrapped it snugly around her body before she began towards the couch. She sat upon it and stared at the floor for a little while, allowing her body to warm up. It wasn’t long before she began getting restless. Her body was tired, her brain wouldn’t go to sleep. She turned her head and peered down the hallway, imagining the flock fast asleep.

On a whim, she stood and went to the front door, tossing it open before gently shutting it behind her. She stuck the corners of the blanket between her teeth and scaled the side of the cabin, climbing up onto the roof. Once on top, she scooted onto the middle of it and lied down, keeping her blanket around her. She gazed up at the sky, the sky she’d never been able to see.

She saw the stars. Saw that they were real. Felt the real wind on her real, clean face, felt the wood of the cabin roof pressing against her exposed legs. She felt her brushed, clean hair around her, lighter than she could ever remember it being. She felt the soft fabric of the real blanket against her skin, and she smiled. She was free. Fifteen years of nonstop torture and mistreatment, less than basic human rights, and now she was free. In the real, open, fresh air. She closed her eyes and exhaled, feeling as if she wouldn’t mind if she died in that moment.

She opened her eyes and gazed upwards, beginning to count the stars. Despite being deprived of an education, she knew how to count. How could she not? That was all she was able to do. Count the steps, the lashings, the breaths, the floor tiles, the ceiling tiles. Four hundred twenty nine. That’s how many floor tiles there were in her confinement room. Three hundred fifteen ceiling tiles. Twenty lashings for failure to complete a task. One thousand two breaths in a mile. She knew numbers, understood them, better than anything. There was some rustling and she sat up immediately, bracing herself. Animals? White coats? Security? She looked around and turned to see broad wings and a skinny kid between them landing on the roof. The kid tucked his wings in and walked towards her, plopping down unceremoniously.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked. Iggy. She shook her head no. Then she remembered. A smile broke out on her face and she started giggling. He turned his head towards her, confused. “What?” He asked, she giggled. “Sorry. I just.. I just shook my head. And you’re blind.” He huffed a stale laugh and it made her giggle more. She couldn’t believe she forgot that about him. “Sorry. Yeah, no, I couldn’t sleep.” She said, tucking her knees close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, her blanket hanging loosely over her shoulders. “Neither can I.” He laid back, tucking his hands under his head. She didn’t respond. She looked back up to the stars and exhaled, loving the feeling of fresh air in her lungs and hair and against her face. “Want some.. whatever this is?” He asked. She looked over to him to see that he was holding a can of.. whatever that was. She was skeptical, it could be poison. Even if he wasn’t the one that poisoned it. It didn’t look very edible.

“Uhm.. what does it taste like?” She asked as she accepted the can from him, inspecting it. She looked at the contents and sniffed it. It didn’t smell that bad. “It kinda tastes like beef jerky and peas.” She nodded. She poured a bit of it into her mouth. It was too chunky to be soup, but that’s basically what it was. She chewed up the mystery meat cubes and nodded. It wasn’t great, but it was way better than the stale bread, undercooked chicken, and frozen pea diet they had her on at the school. Just enough of each essential food group to keep her from dying. She passed the can back to him with one hand and wiped her lips with the other, muttering a thank you.

“So.. what’s your story?” She asked. He was quiet for a moment. “I was raised in the school. They experimented on my eyes to try and give me night vision or something and.. clearly they fucked it up.” He said, motioning to his unseeing eyes. She nodded. “A scientist named Jeb Bacheldor helped us escape. He raised us in a mountain home and taught us how to read and stuff. Then he disappeared. We think he’s dead. These mutant werewolf things called erasers burned our house to the ground after me and Gaz blew one of their cruisers up.” (Y/N) turned her head towards him, intrigued, a smile playing on her lips.

“You blew up a cruiser? Like, made it explode?” She asked. Iggy smiled proudly, flaring his feathers as they spread out behind him comfortably. “Hell yeah I did. It was a gorgeous sound. Hit ‘em right on.” He was so happy about that accomplishment she couldn’t help but smile. “That’s awesome.” He smiled, getting a little bashful at the comment. She turned away and looked back towards the sky. “What about you?” Iggy asked, his voice softer than before. Almost whispering. He assumed it was a sensitive topic. (Y/N) shrugged even though he couldn’t see it, tucking her legs closer to her body. She was quiet. “You don’t have to tell me.” He said. She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I just.. I don’t have one. I’ve been there ever since I can remember. The.. the white coats say I’m fifteen years old and that.. they don’t expect me to live much longer.” She said, resting her chin on top of her knees sadly. Iggy was quiet. It was quiet between them for a while, only the sound of the wind rustling the leaves to be heard.

“I’m sorry.” He said. She shrugged again. “I just shrugged, Iggy.” He chuckled. “Thanks, got it.” It was quiet again until Iggy broke the silence. “You never told us your name.” He said. “Oh.” She hadn’t realized. “My name is (Y/N).” Iggy nodded, closing his eyes. “That’s a nice name.” “Thank you.” “I’ve never seen the stars before.” She said abruptly. Iggy opened his eyes and peered over in her direction. Why? I couldn’t tell you. “Really? Neither have I.” He joked. She laughed, genuinely, for the first time in.. ever, basically. “I’m sorry. I keep forgetting.” She giggled, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. She looked over to see him smiling, seemingly proud of his jokes. “You’re fine. I do that to everyone.” “Yeah.” She looked at the stars again, she just couldn’t stop. They were so clear and felt so close. Like if she reached for one, she could grab it right out of the sky and hold it in the palms of her hands.

“They’re pretty.” She said, voice hardly above a whisper. There was a pause. “Will you describe them to me?” He asked. She looked over at him, surprised. “Has nobody ever described them to you before?” “No.” She found that hard to believe, and a bit sad. “Yeah. Yeah I’ll.. describe it.” She looked away from him. “It’s like.. the black spots on the ceiling tiles. The sky is so dark, it’s black, but there’s millions of specks of shiny white all over it. They’re bright and some are closer together than others. They’re little circles, not pointy like in drawings. They’re.. gorgeous. They kind of look like your freckles. Just white, and brighter.”

“I have freckles?” He asked. “Have you never seen yourself either?” He shook his head. “Only a few times. I don’t remember. I don’t know what I look like now.” There was a pause. That seemed to be their thing. Pauses of silence. “Do you want me to tell you?” She asked. He nodded. She turned her body towards him, gathering up all the details of him. His face, his body, his wings, his hair. Wanting to make sure she could describe him to him in perfect detail. “You’re tall. I’m sure you know that. You have blonde-ish red-ish hair.. freckles on your face and down your arms, a lot of them. Milky green-ish eyes, pale pink lips. They dip in the middle on your top lip like a bow.”

She assessed him again. “Your feathers are light brown and have white accents. Your eyebrows are neat and arched softly. You have a straight, small nose and it arches a little bit near the bottom. A Long, slender neck, a nice smile. Wide shoulders but a lean build..”

She didn’t mean to, but she started to get more and more flustered. The moment felt so intimate, she hadn’t expected it to you. She quickly turned away and cleared her throat, a blush rising on her cheeks. “Uh, yeah. That’s it.” She saw Iggy nod from the corner of her eye. “Nice. So I’m pretty hot, huh?” She chuckled, shaking her head. “If that’s what you want to believe.” She teased.

They sat in silence for what felt like hours, (Y/N) staring at the stars and Iggy just enjoying the fresh air, fluttering his wings every once in a while to shake out his feathers. The hour of the night started to weigh in on her and she laid back, tucking the blanket under her feet and chin. She didn’t plan on going to sleep on the roof of a cabin, but it’s what happened. She dozed off for a while, waking up due to being cold. It was in the earliest hours of early morning, maybe two or three. She sat up and looked to her side. Iggy was still there. She stared at him, at his chest rising and falling evenly. She weighed her idea, and the potential consequences. It was either freeze to death, go inside and possibly be interrogated by one of the flock members, or.. She crawled over to him carefully, making as little noise as she could.

Slowly, she lowered herself next to him. Not slow enough. He jolted awake and hit her in the mouth as he sat up, making her recoil. “Ow!” She yelped, holding a hand over her lips. She couldn’t be mad at him, but it frickin hurt. “What were you doing?” Iggy asked, a tinge of anger and suspicion in his voice. “I’m sorry. I was just cold.. I.. was just gonna lay with you.” She mumbled, running her fingertips over her lips as they started to swell. For being so skinny he packed one hell of a swing. She saw his shoulders untense slowly, but not entirely. “Okay. Don’t sneak up on me. Or any of the others. Sorry for hitting you.” He said. He lied down again, this time extending an arm for her to lay on. She scooted back over to him and lied down, tucking into the side of his body and using his bicep as a pillow. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but again, it beat her crate by a bunch.

“Goodnight.” She mumbled. With her blanket and the heat he gave off, she could rest. At least a little bit. So she did. She let her body succumb to the overwhelming rush of melatonin her brain gave off, slipping into a heavy sleep. And maybe, just maybe, she could roll with these kids.

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fzzr · 11 months

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I Have a Lot To Say About Monogatari

Monogatari, also known as Bakemonogatari after the first season, is one of the greatest anime ever made, but how the hell do you explain that to someone? It's 100 episodes and a three-part movie long, so selling someone on watching the whole thing is tough. Even if they were willing, you need to make sure they're not the kind of person to call the cops on you for recommending a show where the main character, a 17-year-old guy, has a middle school girl on his bed in only bloomers (and just wait until you see what he can do with a toothbrush). All caveats aside, I have many words about this series. Here are just a few.

With Monogatari I could start talking about what makes it great in many places, so I rolled a die and we're starting with dialogue. Monogatari is an extremely talky show. Characters do take action, like tearing out someone's intestines or flipping the skirt of an elementary school student, but fundamentally the conflicts are all psychological and philosophical, and those are things that require a lot of talking to get across. Luckily, Monogatari is very very good at making dialogue engaging.

Consider the trope of meeting your girlfriend's father for the first time. The Monogatari implementation of this scene has Hitagi's dad drive them to their first date, and the whole drive is used (deliberately, in-story) to push the awkward tension to the maximum. Koyomi is then left alone in the car with her dad. What one expects is the usual "are you good enough for her" conversation, but instead he opens with "please take care of my daughter", the stock phrase for approving their relationship. It's played off as a joke, but then her dad talks about their family's past and how he's seen his daughter change since getting together with Koyomi. He ends the conversation the way it started, "please take care of my daughter," and this time it's for real. It never drops the intensity of how it uses the tropes of the medium, and yet it comes together into a tender and emotional moment. Absolutely incredible.

All that has been about the dialogue itself. Just as important is the presentation of all this talking. Half of episode 3 is dedicated to a long conversation between Koyomi and Hitagi. This could have been done with a static two shot, or shot/reverse shot for reactions. Instead, it has them using various bits of playground equipment, like a seesaw or a giant rotating jungle gym. When the conversation gets heavier, they sit down on a bench. Even then, a ring of parallel bars drifts across the foreground, so there is some motion. For the next few beats, it zooms in back to still shots, but from various angles with exaggerated character poses. The conversation never feels stuck in place, despite how easy it is for that much talking to drag.

Speaking of Koyomi and Hitagi, Monogatari is blessed with a cast of very distinct and memorable characters. Araragi Koyomi, Hanekawa Tsubasa, Senjougahara Hitagi, Oshino Meme, Oshino Shinobu, Hachikuji Mayoi, Kanbaru Suruga, Sengoku Nadeko, Araragi Karen, Araragi Tsukihi, Ononoki Yotsugi, and more - each with their own mix of problems and quirks, vulnerabilities and strengths, recurring jokes and even varying degrees of fourth wall access... they are each special in their own ways. Screentime is not spread completely evenly, but each arc is named after the focus character and there are plenty of those to go around. Most arcs result in a substantial change to that character and others. Even when that's not the case, you can expect to at least learn something about their past or their true role in the story.

And about that story! The framework for the overarching storyline is being put in place from the very start, but the ways things fit together will not become clear for a long time. After the first few arcs, the story goes nonlinear. Sometimes incredibly important plot moments happen completely offscreen and only become visible when they go wrong in an initially unrelated character's story. One midseries arc takes place after the epilogue, but it is where it belongs due to how it develops its focus character and how it builds intrigue for things that happen before it in the timeline.

Music is another place where Monogatari shines. Plenty of anime do the thing where the theme song kicks in at a critical moment to enhance some moment to the peak of awesomeness. Monogatari does that to some extent, but its real strength comes in how it mutates its theme songs. A simple example is using a music box version of a theme to benefit from the play-the-opening impact in a quiet moment. With every arc having its own opening, those openings come to represent not just those arcs but those characters. When a character receives focus again in a future arc, they receive new opening as well. Those new openings are then able to lean on the previous themes almost like leitmotifs. One of those (which I don't want to name for spoiler reasons) used a very twisted reference in both song and animation in such a way that I had to pause and gather myself from the impact the first time I encountered it.

On animation, Monogatari in motion has an inimitable artistic vision. After watching just a few episodes, chances are if you saw another one with no context and no shared characters you would still know they’re from the same show beyond question within minutes. The basics are characteristic of Shaft of that era, sure (look at Sayonara Zetsubo Sensei) but it goes far, far beyond its peers. I already talked about how it uses limited motion to keep conversation engaging. In that and beyond, everything that happens is pushed to some extreme. If a character gives side eye, you're getting a close up with a musical sting and some very specific comment or a text card. It's not all about in-your-face energy either. Quiet moments can be heightened with the right amount of stillness or held tension.

Monogatari has the ability to push boundaries so close to the line that you need an electron microscope to find the distance. For many, the line is further back and Monogatari crosses it, but I’m speaking for me here and for me it doesn’t quite go over. The important thing is that it’s not doing it solely for edge, shock, or donger raising. Nearly everything lewd is incredibly funny, and the few cases where they’re not are tasteful without losing the necessary impact. It has some very brutal violence (eg. swinging a guy around by the intestines), but they art it up enough to make it clear that it’s not gratuitous. In a meta sense, Monogatari is deeply integrated with anime culture. It has the basics, like references to everything from Astro Boy to Attack on Titan, but it also gets into the meat of things. Any slightly meta anime can say “haha you’re such a tsundere”, but Monogatari takes it a step further and develops that both for humor and for genuine character exploration.

Conclusion

So what to do with an anime that, in at least a few ways, has no equals? To be a 10/10 you need to be 11/10 on something, and there are many 11/10 moments in this long series. Unfortunately, the Monogatari series just has a few too many caveats and weak points to make it to the podium. There are parts that drag. It's hard to keep up with flashing text, even though you can get by without it. Watching it in the order it aired shuffles things around in weird ways (I recommend watching the seasons and movie in the order the light novels were published.)

Score: 9/10. When at its best, the Monogatari series as a whole an incomparable experience. It’s not perfect, but if you have the time and the power level, you owe it to yourself to give it a try, or another one if you have before.

Recommendation: Monogatari requires a VERY high power level. Between the underage characters in unfortunate circumstances, the occasionally quite graphic violence, the inaccessibility of the freeze frame bits, etc. it's not really for everyone. That said if you do have the tolerance and the time, it's a sublime experience with no true peer.

Comparisons

There were so many tumblr's editor broke, so I split them into a second post, coming soon eventually.

Final Thoughts

Monogatari really is the complete package. I would say I wish it didn't require as high a power level as it does so that more people could enjoy it, but I also wouldn't want it to be watered down. Here's hoping the Off Season and Monster Season get the same treatment that the rest did in the end.

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Making a SuperSim Challenge

I’ve been wanting to do this challenge for a while, and with the announcement of the Growing Together EP, this seems like the perfect time! I’m sure this has been done before, so I’m laying out how I plan to do the following with one (1) sim:

1) Complete every aspiration,

2) Reach level 10 in all skills, and

3) Reach the highest level in all full-time careers.

No cheats. No occults. Aging on. Let’s go.

Starting from infancy, start with a family in a starter home. Create a baby and start the challenge.

Game Plan:

Toddler Stage (28 Days): Begin working on childhood traits from Parenthood, including Manners and Conflict Resolution.

Child Stage (56 Days): Finish the following aspirations/skills:

Artistic Prodigy - Level 10 Creativity Skill

Rambunctious Scamp - Level 10 Motor Skill

Social Butterfly - Level 10 Social Skill

Whiz Kid - Level 10 Mental Skill

Playtime Captain

Creative Genius

Mind and Body

Slumber and Party Animal

Also, become a scout.

Teenage Stage (84 Days): Finish the following Milestones:

Friend of the Animals - Have a pet in your household, Be friends with 1 animal, Be friendly with animals 12 times

Bodybuilder - Work out for 8 total hours, Work out at a gym venue, Achieve level 4 fitness skill, Own 2 pieces of workout equipment

Extreme Sports Enthusiast - Go Down the Bunny Slope, Use a Vending Machine to purchase remedy/deterrent, Use a Mt. Komorebi Info Board, Complete a Hiking Trail, Encounter a Kodama or Forest Spirit

Painter Extraordinaire - Paint for 5 hours, Start 3 paintings while inspired, Sell 3 paintings to collectors, Achieve level 4 painting skill

Tone Deaf - Practice music for 6 hours, Listen to music for 2 hours, Play an instrument for 1 hour while inspired

Master Actor/Actress - Achieve level 3 acting skill, Practice acting for 2 hours

Master Chef - Cook 5 Excellent Meals, Cook 2 meals while inspired, Cook a gourmet meal

Master Mixologist - Mix 10 drinks, Own a bar and 2 barstools

Renaissance Sim/Nerd Brain - Finish reading 3 books, Achieve level 3 logic skill

Nerd Brain - Craft an Object on the Woodworking Table, Repair or upgrade an object

Computer Whiz - Play video games for 5 total hours, Maintain focus for 2 straight hours of video gaming, Own $3000 worth of electronics

Academic - Achieve Level 3 Research and Debate Skill

Serial Romantic/Soulmate - Have a boyfriend or girlfriend, Go on two dates

City Native - Order 3 times from food stalls

Mt. Komorebi Sightseer - Eat food at the Festival of Snow, Light or Youth, Take a selfie with the Mt. Komorebi Mascot, Collect a Simmi by Popping Open a Simmi Capsule

Freelance Botanist - Plant something 3 times, Weed or water plants 10 times

The Curator - Collect 10 collectibles

Eco-Innovator - Have 5 community influence points, Vote on 1 neighborhood action plan

Joke Star - Be funny to 5 sims

Party Animal/Friend of the World - Have 3 friends, introduce self to 10 sims

Leader of the Pack - Start or join a club, buy a club perk

World-Famous Celebrity - Purchase a Fame Perk

Drama Llama - Gossip 5 times, spread a rumor, mess around in the cuddle carts, be mean on social bunny 5 times, break up with a sim, have an enemy rival

Goal Oriented - Join an after-school activity, do homework 5 times, earn 500 simoleons, reach level 3 of an after-school activity, earn and keep an A, attend career day, reach level 3 of a side hustle

Live Fast - Pull a prank 3 times, get in trouble, sneak out to a party, ask a sim out on a date 5 times, start a fight, summon an urban myth twice, dare or frame a sim

Admired Icon - Join a T-Pose challenge, make 10 teen friends, post on social bunny 5 times, list 5 outfits on trendi, earn gold on any hosted party, have 250 followers on social bunny

Young Adult (112 Days): Finish the following milestones:

Bodybuilder - Push the limits for 1 hours while energized, Go jogging for 2 total hours, Achieve level 6 fitness skill, Spend 10 hours exercising, Achieve level 10 fitness skill, Reach sim's maximum body potential (Athlete Career)

Extreme Sports Enthusiast - Achieve Level 3 Rock Climbing Skill, Actively ski, snowboard, or rock climb for 3 hours, perform high intensity skiing or snowboarding on an intermediate or expert slope, successfully reach the peak of Mt. Komorebi, endure an injury sustained from skiing, snowboarding or rock climbing, survive 3 wildlife attacks unscathed, achieve level 8 skiing, snowboarding, or rock climbing skill, successfully complete high intensity skiing or snowboarding on an expert slope or rock climbing during inclement weather

Painter Extraordinaire - Complete 3 emotional paintings, View or admire 3 paintings at a museum

Bestselling Author - Write for 1 hour while inspired

Master Actor/Master Actress - Become an adult, Join the Acting Career, Earn Gold in a commercial acting gig, Give a street Performance, Achieve level 7 acting skill, Receive an award, Earn gold in a tv show acting gig, Earn gold in a movie acting gig (Actor/Actress Career)

Public Enemy/Chief of Mischief - Perform 10 mean or mischievous interactions, Be disliked by 2 sims

Public Enemy - Become an adult

Successful Lineage/Big Happy Family/Super Parent - Become an adult

Master Mixologist - Become an adult

Master Chef - Achieve level 5 cooking skill, Earn silver at a dinner party event, Become an adult, Create 3 types of excellent food

Renaissance Sim - Become an adult, Achieve level 4 in 4 skills, Reach level 3 of any career, Achieve level 5 in 5 skills

Archaeology Scholar - Excavate 3 Dig Piles or Excavation sites, Uncover Artifact from Dirt Clump, Survey for a Dig Pile, Authenticate 3 Artifacts

Academic - Enroll in a University, Achieve Level 5 Research and Debate Skill, Attend Guest Lectures, Finish a Course with an A Grade, Have a Term GPA or Higher, Tutor Students, Achieve Level 6 Research and Debate Skill, Earn a Degree, Get a Job Using a Degree Serial Romantic - Achieve level 4 charisma skill, Have had 3 first kisses, Achieve level 6 charisma skill, Have a strong romantic relationship with 3 sims at once, Kiss 10 sims, Earn gold on 3 dates, Have had 8 boyfriends or girlfriends

Soulmate - Become an adult

Villainous Valentine - Get caught cheating, Achieve "ex" status with other sims, Break up couples

City Native - Introduce self to someone new in 3 different city neighborhoods, Give an apartment key to a friend, achieve level 4 singing skill, light fireworks at the humor and hijinks festival, use a bubble blower, donate to a protester, kiss someone at the romance festival, complete a mural at the arts center

Beach Life - Get a Suntan, Earn Gold on a Kava Party, Eat a coconut, Find things beachcombing, grill, barbeque, or roast food, explore the beach cave, discover buried treasure, doze-off while relaxing in lounge chair or float lounger

Mt. Komorebi Sightseer - Swim for 1 Hour in Wakaba's River, Soak for a Long Time in a Hot Spring, Wear a Festival Costume from a Vending Machine, Go Sledding 3 times, Eat food using chopsticks

Freelance Botanist - Achieve Level 4 Gardening Skill, Evolve 5 different plants, Achieve level 6 gardening skill, Fertilize 5 plants

Jungle Explorer - Buy 3 goods at the marketplace, eat a selvadorian meal, view statue of madre cosecha, achieve level 3 selvadoradian culture skill, find an area off the path, examine 3 traps, defend against 2 natural dangers, achieve level 5 selvadorian culture skill, assemble a mystical relic, Open 3 rare Omiscan treasure chests, activate a mystical relic 5 times, find omiscan treasures

Eco-Innovator - Sell power or water on a utility bill

Joke Star - Achieve Level 3 comedy skill, Become an adult, Own a microphone

Party Animal - Throw 3 parties, Earn silver on 3 social events

Friend of the World - Meet someone new in 3 different locations, Achieve level 4 charisma skill

Leader of the Pack - Be in a club gathering for 12 hours, Perform 10 club activities

World-Famous Celebrity - Become a 2-star celebrity

Eco-Innovator - Become a civil designer, Attempt to convince a Sim to vote on a neighborhood action plan, Vote on neighborhood action plans two separate times, Reach level 10 of the civil designer careers (Civil Designer Career)

Detective Career

Adulthood Stage (168 Days): Finish the following milestones:

Friend of the Animals - Be friends with 5 animals, Be companions with 1 animal, Successfully train out 2 misbehaviors, Be companions with 2 animals, Feel the love 5 times, Successfully train out 4 misbehaviors

Painter Extraordinaire - Achieve level 6 painting skill, Complete 10 excellent paintings, Achieve level 10 painting skill, Complete 5 masterpieces

Musical Genius - Achieve level 4 skill in an instrument, Achieve level 6 skill in any instrument, write 4 songs, earn $500 from licensed songs, reach level 10 skill in an instrument, have spent 75 hour playing musical instruments, mentor others in music for 3 hours

Bestselling Author - Write 2 books, Achieve level 4 writing skill, have written for a total of 15 hours, write 5 good books, achieve level 6 writing skill, Publish 10 books, Write 5 Excellent books, Achieve level 10 writing skill, Complete 3 bestsellers, Have earned $25,000 in royalties publishing books (Critic and Writer Career)

Master Actor/Actress - Achieve level 10 acting skill, Place a celebrity tile in Starlight boulevard

Master Maker - Achieve level 3 skill in fabrication, Recycle 5 times, Achieve level 5 skill in fabrication, Fabricate 5 items, Have 5 dyes, Achieve level 7 skill in fabrication, collect insects from an insect farm 3 times, create 5 candles, Achieve level 10 skill in fabrication, Make 20 candles, Complete 5 gigs as a freelance crafter

Successful Lineage/Big Happy Family/ Super Parent - Spend $1000 on kids' stuff, Become a parent

Successful Lineage/Big Happy Family - Read to a child for 2 total hours, Socialize with your child 10 times

Successful Lineage - Help a child with homework 3 times, Have a child earn an 'A' in high school, Have a child max any skill, Mentor your child 3 times, Have a child complete an aspiration

Big Happy Family - Be a parent to a child with 3 friends, Be friends with 3 of your children, Have a child get married, Socialize with your child or grandchild 10 times

Super Parent - Achieve Level 4 Parenting Skill, Discipline Your Child, Toddler, or Teen 5 Times, Help a Child with School Work for 4 Hours, Achieve Level 6 Parenting Skill, Have a Child with a Character Value within range to receive a trait, Achieve Level 10 Parenting Skill, Go into Full Parent Mode, Have a Child with 3 Positive Character Value Traits

Master Chef - Reach level 4 in the culinary career, Achieve level 5 of gourmet cooking skill, reach level 8 of the culinary career, Cook 3 gourmet dishes at a single event (Culinary Career)

Master Mixologist - Join the Culinary Career, Achieve level 4 mixology skill, Mix 3 drinks at a single social event, Join the mixology branch of the culinary career, Achieve level 7 in mixology skill, Achieve level 10 mixology skill, Create 5 types of excellent drink

Renaissance Sim - Achieve level 4 in 4 skills, Reach level 3 in 2 careers, Achieve level 5 in 5 skills, Reach level 3 in 3 careers, Achieve level 8 in 6 skills

Nerd Brain - Achieve level 6 logic skill, Achieve level 5 handiness skill, Launch or upgrade a rocket 5 times, Own a rocket ship, Achieve level 10 logic skill, Fix or upgrade 5 objects (Astronaut and Conservationist Career)

Computer Whiz - Achieve level 3 programming skill, Become an adult, Reach level 3 of the tech guru career, Make a video game or an app, Reach level 5 of the tech guru career, Have spent 100 hours on the computer

Academic - Contribute Knowledge on a Research Archive Machine, Achieve Level 7 Research and Debate Skill (Education Career)

Soulmate - Be married to BFF, Earn silver on 2 dates with spouse, Achieve soulmate relationship with spouse, Perform 50 romantic gestures with spouse as soulmates, earn gold on 3 dates with spouse

City Native - Master the Singing Skill, Win a Contest at GeekCon

Strangerville Mystery - ALL

Mt. Komorebi Sightseer - Make a wish on or collect a forest spirit, Take it Slow and Become Emotionally Mindful

Freelance Botanist - Graft onto 3 plants, Achieve level 10 gardening skill, Grow a cowplant

The Curator - Collect 5 crystals, Collect 3 frogs, Collect 3 fossils, Send 5 items to the geological council, Breed 5 frogs, Collect 5 elements, Complete a collection, Collect 25 collectibles

Angling Ace - Catch 5 fish, Fish at 3 different locations, Fish for 10 total hours, Mount or bowl 5 fish, Achieve level 4 fishing skill, Catch 5 fish using bait, Make 6 great catches, Achieve level 6 fishing skill, Collect 20 types of fish

Outdoor Enthusiast - Harvest 10 unidentified plants, Catch 5 fish in Granite Falls, Achieve level 4 herbalism skill, Cook 2 plates of beetles over a campfire, Eat 10 plants, Craft 3 excellent herbal remedies, Identify all unidentified plants, Befriend the hermit of Granite Falls, Achieve level 10 herbalism skill, Sleep for 5 nights in a tent, Collect 15 insects

Country Caretaker - ALL

Joke Star - Join the entertainer career, Achieve level 6 comedy skill, Join the comedian branch of the entertainer career, Write 3 comedy routines, Perform 3 comedy routines, Achieve level 10 comedy skill,

Party Animal - Earn silver on 3 thrown parties, Attend social events at 5 unique locations, Throw 10 social events, Attend 15 social events, Earn gold on 2 thrown parties

Friend of the World - Have 12 friends, Achieve level 6 charisma skill, Have 20 friends, Make a BFF, Achieve level 10 charisma

Neighborhood Confidante - Successfully advise and influence the lives of other sims, Become good friends with 5 sims, achieve level 7 charisma skill

Leader of the Pack - Achieve Level 5 Charisma Skill, Talk about Clubs with 5 club members, Earn 1000 Club points, lead a club with 8 sims

World-Famous Celebrity - Become a 3-star celebrity, Visit a Celebrity hotspot, Host a meet and greet, Become a 4-star celebrity, be asked 3 times for a selfie, Deal with the paparazzi 3 times, Become a 5-star celebrity, receive 25 positive responses from inciting cheers, sign 3 autographs

Archaeology Scholar - Achieve Level 4 Archaeology Skill, Authenticate 3 Artifacts, Achieve Level 7 Archaeology Skill, Establish 3 excavation sites, find and authenticate 5 excellent quality artifacts, achieve level 10 archaeology skill, write a good archaeology skill book, give a successful archaeology lecture

Public Enemy - Be disliked by 4 sims, Join the criminal career, Have a declared enemy, Reach level 4 of the criminal career, Fight 5 times, Witness the death of a sim, Reach level 8 of the criminal career, Have 3 declared enemies (Criminal Career)

Chief of Mischief - Use a computer to cause mischief 3 times, Achieve level 3 mischief skill, Pull 10 pranks, Achieve level 6 mischief skill, Clog drains at 3 different homes, Perform voodoo 5 times, Achieve level 10 mischief skill

Doctor Career,

Elder Stage (56 Days):

Friend of the Animals - Play with 2 different ghost pets, Feel the love with 8 different pets, Be friends with 12 animals at the same time

Successful Lineage - Have a child or grandchild reach the top of a career

Big Happy Family - Have 4 grandchildren, Become good friends with 4 children or grandchildren

Fabulously Wealthy - ALL (Business Career)

Mansion - ALL

Freelance Botanist - Evolve 10 excellent plants

Angling Ace - Achieve level 10 fishing skill

Good luck!

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