#its still somewhere on this site if you can find it :)

[selyular]

haha remember when these two were drawn like this

#this a redraw of a piece from 2019 ish #its still somewhere on this site if you can find it :) #good omens #book aziraphale #book crowley #book good omens #obligatory art tag

[starswallowingsea]

Every single one of those posts that tells people they should at least reblog some of the stuff they like has the replies FILLED with people saying that you can't tell anyone what to do and like. yeah i guess there's always been lurkers on here but like. you realize the people saying this are doing it because they love the culture on this site and don't want to see it taken over by people who refuse to engage with content in a meaningful way.

you don't have to reblog every single thing you like (and hell since reblogs are now something that can be turned off, sometimes you cant) but like. you should reblog some things. whether its memes or fanart or fanfic or informational posts or whatever. you could also try to start a gimmick blog that posts a specific type of content and you can utilize the tags to get out there since plenty of people do check general tags on this site. you can also have side blogs if you want! which can be themed around specific things! this is also a super common thing!

you're new here so you're still feeling things out and trying to get your foot in the door so just start reblogging content and following people. i know some of you are looking to gain a big following really quickly but tbh growth on this site is incredibly slow so you have to be patient and you have to put in the effort to get real people interested in following you, and your reblogs can say a lot about you

#like its so weird to me that some of you are soooooo adamant about not reblogging things like what do you get out of this #if you want to make friends on here people have to think there's a real person behind the url #and being a blank blog is not going to inspire confidence in other users #and i need to reiterate that you dont have to reblog every single thing you see but you should reblog some of it #i get followers sometimes who have reblogs going back like two years but there's only like. 10 reblogs total #which is also something i dont understand unless they have smth somewhere saying #they use a sideblog as their actual main which also happens sometimes #shout out to eri and reede who ik have done this #its just so baffling 2 me conceptually like i get being nervous but u just gotta jump into it #once you start interacting with content you'll find other users who will follow you and interact with you #and then you can make friends and mutuals! #also you dont have to be mutuals w someone to reblog something from them #im mutuals with maybe a fourth of my followers and like 60% of the people i follow im not mutuals with #and i still reblog from non mutuals and my followers who arent mutuals still reblog from me and thats FINE #thats how things SPREAD #tumblr is an active social media site. you have to put in the effort to enjoy your time here #shay speaks #ok2rb

[whereserpentswalk]

You have a computer that can access the internet of any dimension. You don't have the ability to physically go places, just to observe them and interact with them through this one machine.

Sometimes you'll just do it for fun. Seeing other timeline's versions of sites and the content that's created there. Getting to see work from artists if they hadn't sold out or moved on. Or getting to see what YouTube is like in a world where it never become corpratized. Or get to go on Vine in a world where vine exists in 2024. You've read writing from Shakespeare if he had been sent to the new world, seen stories from Lovecraft if he had unlearned his bigotry, seen experimental films from George Lucas if star wars had floppe, heard music from Kurt Cobain if he hadn't died young.

And you've gone off to weirder places to. You've seen what political discourse is like in a world where Constantine converted to Buddhism instead of chrsitianity, where that's the dominant religion of the west. And you'll see conservatives talking about how sjws are undermining the west's Buddhist values, or YouTube videos talking about chrsitantiy as this forgotten dead religion from the crisis if the third century. And you asked someone in the comments of that video what they thought a world would be like if chrsitanity survived, and they said it was impossible, that it was doomed to die out just because it did.

And you've talked to people from a world where humanity lives underground, where an apocalypse made the surface of the world uninhabitable, and every human on earth lives in massive subterranean complexes. You talked to them about what they wanted, if they wanted to see the sun, see the forests and the birds and the creatures that they knew were above them, and most of them didn't really want it. Most of them didn't really want to see the surface, they had grown up having never seen it, it didn't bother them, they were confused why anyone would be that committed to finally go somewhere that humans weren't. And there was one person who told you they did always really want to see it, that it's their hyperfixation, but that they'd obviously go back with the other humans if they had the chance, that they couldn't live somewhere without them.

And you've seen a world where humans where dead, where only robots and ai and cyborgs were still around. And even though they couldn't touch you, you were afraid, because you thought they would hate you. But they didn't, on every site where they talked about humans they talked about how cool you were, and how much aprication they had for their culture. And when you made a post asking if they'd want to hurt humans if they saw them, everyone who replied called you weird.

You've seen the internet in a world where cryptids and monsters are real. And you ended up on a forum for vampires. And you asked a newly turned vampire how they felt, and they said it was cold, that their body felt so cold, but it was still their body, and that they still wanted to live, still wanted to find a way to enjoy their life even if they didn't like their body.

And you've seen a world where all humans are completely aroace, and don't desire sex or romance at all. And you decided to upload sexual and romantic art, and even fetish art, to one of their sites. And the people there loved it, despite not understanding its purpose, they loved the way the artist depicted the world, saw it as so unique and strange, as something weirdly beautiful, and not at all gross, because nobody ever told them such things were gross.

And you've made online freinds from other worlds. People who you can never touch, never see, but who you see through their words. You've comforted someone who doesn't exist in your world, from a country that doesn't exist in your world, but you've comforted them, and made sure they don't get hurt or hurt themself, from very far away, because despite everything you can't help but care.

Mabye the internet isn't that bad. Mabye the world isn't all horrible. Mabye people aren't that bad.

#196 #my thougts #worldbuilding #writing #fantasy #my writing #my worldbuilding #urban fantasy #vampires #vampirism #vampire #robots #robot #ace #aro #aroace #aromantic #asexual #short fiction #short story #flash fiction #internet culture #internet history #internet #queer #hopeful #hopecore #hopepunk #hopeposting #humanity

[mochimooon]

Nurse Gojo - gojo satoru x reader

pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem! Reader summary: A few days post-op, you're still in the trenches of recovery. You had expected this, and assured everyone that you would be okay. In Satoru's mind, that meant you need him to be your nurse. word count: 2600+ notes: Back on the fluff train 🚂 The prompt used came from this list. Not requested, just something I wanted to write. Inspo came from my own experience recovering from a tonsillectomy. Nothing but fluff here. Also, still experimenting with Gojo's character. Haven't pinned down a solid characterization yet, but I'm having fun playing around with his personality. No references made to canon, but can be interpreted as in canon or as a non-curses AU. warnings: FLUFF ! the sugary-sweet kind ! stubborn and prideful reader, zero plot, just an excuse to write something cute ☻

prompt - ♞: Caring for each other while ill

A series of coughs burst forth, one after the other like a litany. 

Your eyes fly open, cursing the coughing fit that tore you back to the waking world as you reach to the end table for your bottle of water. 

It quells the tickle in your throat, but swallowing a gulp sends lances of pain along the surgical site. 

You inhale sharply through your nose to keep from coughing from the pain this time. Seconds tick away until a minute passes, and you set your bottle down, certain that you’re okay for now. 

The bottle nudges the humidifier on your nightstand. A steady stream of moisture floats in the air like it has been the past few days. Cutting a glance at your mirror on the wall, you notice it's fogged up, and you don’t doubt that your whole room is mistier than normal. 

But it’s meant to help. Moisture and hydration, along with the pain pills will ease your recovery—not expedite it. 

You sigh, lying back down on the stack of pillows. From the corners of your vision, the afternoon sunlight pours in through the window, reminding you that you’re inside confined to bedrest. This’ll be worth it when you’re better, you muse. 

A light knock on the door grabs your attention. Too tired and unable to speak, the door opens on its own. 

Utahime peeks through the crack, only to push her way in when she finds you awake. “Hey, heard you coughing, so I figured you were up.” She takes in your appearance. 

You haven’t showered going on three days post-op and have been living in the same oversized shirt since. Because you’ve been laying around, you didn’t bother to run a brush through your hair. And during the last few days, you had next to nothing in your stomach. Tonsillectomies rule. 

You barely had the chance to look at yourself except for when you go to the bathroom. The rest of the time you’re watching TV or asleep. Either way, you’re stuck in bed. 

As far as your room goes, it was already a mess before you left for the hospital. By the time you made it back, it only got messier. Several empty plastic bottles piled in a box for recycling that you’ll get to when you recover, overflows onto the carpet of your room. Open, half-eaten cups of applesauce litter the nightstand and your dresser, joining the bottle of pain medicine you had within reach. 

“Would you like more?” Utahime gestures to the applesauce.

On cue, your stomach groans, making your head spin from the lack of food. You had never been hungrier in your life, and yet each gulp of anything, mushy food or water is like swallowing glass. 

You part your lips to speak but stop yourself, opting to shake your head instead. 

Utahime nods. Your roommate means well, and you’re grateful for her checking on you.

Unfortunately, there’s little she can do. There’s little you can do other than ride it out. Three weeks you were told and warned that tonsillectomies were harder to bounce back from as an adult. It was just your luck that your tonsils suddenly gave you trouble when you hardly had issues as a child. 

There’s an urgent knocking somewhere in the apartment, followed by a few dings of the doorbell. 

Utahime checks over her shoulder, brows pinched together. “I’ll be back.” With the click of your door, she’s gone. 

A minute passes and there’s an argument playing out in the living room. 

You straighten to sit up, arching a brow. 

Muffled voices rise, growing louder as they approach the other side of your door. 

“Gojo, I didn’t say you can come inside—” 

“I’m her boyfriend, I have every right to be in there with her, and if you don’t mind—”

Your bedroom door swings open with grandeur, your boyfriend and your roommates’ bickering flood inside. 

“—I’m here to nurse her back to health.” Satoru hangs onto the door handle, motioning to close it. 

Bless your roommate, Utahime, but the ire she holds against Satoru is next-level and shoves past him to demand his departure. 

“She could have been sleeping, you idiot!”

Satoru waves her off, beaming at you. “She’s not, my girl has a sixth sense for me; she knows when I’m coming for her.”

You cringe at his words, even if they are well-meaning and incorrect. It is a regular occurrence for Satoru to drop by unannounced, you’re still shocked to see him here.  

It had been a few days since your surgery, and you ensured Satoru that you would be okay. Utahime was kind enough to check in on you every once in a while. 

Naturally, Satoru insisted that he come stay by your side, which led you and your roommate to persuade Suguru to keep him busy so that you could heal in peace. 

Yet, here’s Satoru in the flesh, breaking that four-day streak. 

“Get going, Gojo—” 

Satoru spins around to glower at her. “Respectfully, Utahime, she’s got me to take care of her.”

Utahime flounders, another litany ready to spill out when her eyes flick over to you. 

With a wave of your hand and an apologetic smile, you let her know that you’ll be okay, wishing that Satoru didn’t look so smug at your roommate like he’d won some victory. 

But, of course to him it is a victory. “Told you.” 

Utahime bites her tongue, stepping away until she begrudgingly leaves your room. Satoru is quick to shut the door and lock it behind him. 

He turns around, doing a sweep of your bedroom and whistles. “Wow. Did a truck drive by?”

You level him with an annoyed scowl. If you had the ability to speak right now, he’d get another earful from you. 

Satoru crosses the room, stopping at the end of your bed. He rocks back on his heels, hands behind his back. 

You give him an expectant look.

Satoru smiles wide. “I got your favorite.” He reveals a carton of strawberry ice cream and two spoons. Because when it comes to sweets, Satoru believes in sharing. 

You bend your knees under the covers to allow him space to sit. 

He leans over, kissing the top of your head. “Still smell beautiful to me.”

Your face burns and you shove his shoulder, only for him to lasso you in with his arm. You’re too weak and mute to fight him off, accepting the shower of affection all over your face. 

“These past four days have been the longest of my life. You know how much I missed you? Loads! Just picked this up. Still frozen. We’ll give it a few minutes to thaw out.”

He’s on his feet again, moving about the room like a gust of wind. He grabs your trash bin, tossing the applesauce cups and any other debris you’ve left around in the last few days. 

Your eyes widen, trying to get his attention, but now he’s collecting the plastic bottles, picking the fallen ones off the carpet, and tossing them into a box. All while he laments how lonely it’s been without you around. 

“Every time I was ready to head over, Suguru needed something. I don’t get it. Yeah, he’s my best friend, but he’s been so needy lately…”

He moves as fast as he talks that the room spins with his energy. You shuffle out of the blanket, clearing your throat. 

Big mistake. 

Another cacophony of coughs cut through your throat, and you scramble to the side in search of a bottle of water. 

An arm is spread along your shoulders, Satoru offers you a new bottle, rubbing a hand along your back. 

The water is sharp going down, but after a long gulp, it puts an end to the coughing fit.  

A moment passes as you wait, expecting another tickle to rise in your throat. 

“Better?” Satoru tilts his head. 

Pursing your lips, you nod.   

He gives you a bright smile, on his feet in a hurry. “To finish my thought…”

You don’t hear him, not because you don’t want to but because you’re back to watching him bustle around your room, resetting the space to how you normally keep it.  

If he notices your attempt to get his attention, Satoru is slick about it, skating in circles as he gathers the last of your mess and opens the door. 

He leaves the room, cutting his own rambling short and shuts the door.

Tension simmers in your chest, ears straining to catch any sound of another argument somewhere in the apartment. 

Instead, silence is all you hear, a rarity that you associate with Satoru’s absence. But it’s brief. The door widens again with his return, already yammering on about something else.  

And he’s also back to sorting your room again. You didn’t notice the glass cleaner and the paper towel roll he brought with him. He coats your mirror with the foam spray, talking a mile a minute, clearing the mist that’s built up and only pausing to grin at his own reflection. 

“That’s better,” he says. “Now we can both see ourselves."

Now he’s across the room, spraying your window. After a few swipes, your room is brighter, stronger and the warmth distracts you for a moment. That is until Satoru’s at your nightstand, lifting up the humidifier. 

“Whoa, this is empty already,” he muses.

You want to interrupt and ask what he’s doing even though you’re already aware. The better question is why. Sure, your room is in shambles, but that’s not something he needs to worry about. It’s not something anyone needs to be concerned with. 

During the first few days of recovery, Utahime did offer to help tidy up the place, clear up the empty bottles and even do your laundry. Every time, you politely rejected her help, privy to the way your roommate would purse her lips like she wanted to say something. 

You knew what she was thinking. The same as what Satoru had once expressed. 

“You don’t have to do it all, you know? That’s what I’m here for.” It was always said with a bright, albeit overconfident smile.  

“Sa…Toru…” His name scrapes harshly in your throat. “Satoru…”

In a flash, Satoru snaps his attention to you, eyes wide, setting the humidifier back down. “Whoa…don’t speak, you’ll hurt your throat.” 

You pout, huffing through your nostrils. “You…don’t have to…” Your voice is so hoarse, you don't recognize yourself. Clearing your throat, your lips press tight as you wince. “My room…I’ll clean—”

Satoru presses his palm over your mouth. “Hey. Shhh. Don’t say anything.”

Forever obstinate, you pull away with a frown. “Satoru…”

He shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. Not going to listen if you don’t listen to me. It’s going to hurt if you keep trying to talk.”

You refuse to heed his advice, though your withering pride fails to ease the throbbing in your throat, voice cracking. “I’m fine. You…don’t need to…do anything.”

A humored sigh spills out of Satoru’s mouth. “You don’t need to do anything, other than stay in bed and let me take care of everything.”

Your lips part again to argue, and you’re already bracing yourself for the pain to follow when you speak. 

Only your words melt away before they have a chance to form. Your mind blanks, heartbeat in your lips at the firm yet soft kiss. 

You’re grateful that Satoru holds your face in his hands. The longer he kisses you, the harder it is to think let alone stay afloat, forgetting your train of thought.

His lips move along yours, gentle, minding that you’re still recovering and can only handle so much. However, you wish you can deepen the kiss, let him explore your mouth that you’re almost ready to endure the discomfort in your throat. 

He smiles as you whimper from the loss of his lips. Instead, he levels you with a tender gaze, holding your attention with the calming blue.

“You’re so stubborn,” he murmurs, lacking any ill-feelings. “What am I going to do with you?”

Your face goes warm, looking up at him with a furrow in your brows. When you say nothing, Satoru fills the silence like he always does. 

“I know you’re okay doing things on your own. No one doubts that. I just want to help. Won’t you let your charming, strong boyfriend spoil you, hm?” There’s the playful tease you’re familiar with. But his words are earnest, you know that. 

He's right, you are stubborn. Too independent, oftentimes soldiering through everything, declining all assistance with a strained smile, never asking for help unless you had no choice.

It’s a mystery, even to you, why it’s so hard to receive help. Bedridden, mute, starving, yet for the past few days, your pride wouldn't accept a single helping hand. 

But with Satoru here, stubborn in his own way, you realize how much better your spirits are now that you have his company again. 

And when you relent with a nod, it warms your heart to see him beam, knowing that the feeling is mutual. 

He kisses the crown of your head, spinning around to take the humidifier. “Be right back, I’ll have this thing filled, and the ice cream should be nice and soft to eat.”

As promised, he returns with the humidifier full. Satoru plops next to you with the carton of ice cream, blinking at the two spoons in his hand. 

“Don’t know why I brought two, when we can always share one.” He wiggles his eyebrows, setting the extra spoon aside. 

He lets you have the first scoop, the cold strawberry coats your throat, numbing the pain as the flavor revives your spirit. 

Satoru leans closer, giving you a knowing look with his lips splitting apart. 

You bring the second scoop to your lips to tease him.

He pouts. “After all I’ve done, that’s how it is?”

You smile, unable to resist feeding him a spoonful. 

The ice cream is gone in minutes and the carton is tossed out. Taking stock of your room again, it’s like night and day since Satoru dropped by, tidy as though you hadn’t been wasting away for the last few days. You’re grateful for him.   You take another pill to manage the discomfort. Satoru hands you your bottle of water, rubbing your back as you force a gulp down. "Another few days, and you'll be better soon."

But you're better now. The pain may flare up, though it's minimal compared to the company of your nurse—boyfriend who's just happy to be at your side.

Satoru settles on the bed, kissing your forehead. Long legs dig into your blanket, falling at his ankles as he gets comfortable. With one long arm wrapped around you, the other stretches to your nightstand for the remote. 

He’s already scrolling through Netflix, making a comment about binging something together.

“What’re you in the mood to watch?” He scrolls endlessly at titles until he stops at your ‘continue watching’ list. “Oh, you’ve been watching Bridgerton! Already on season two? Well, I haven’t seen any of it yet, let’s start from the beginning.”

The show plays, Satoru rambles at something every few minutes (“Look at that dress she’s wearing. You’d look really good in it”). It’s a sudden contrast to the last few days you had, alone and miserable. 

Satoru’s intentions are always good, golden even, and no matter how much you try to put on a front that you’re okay on your own and can heal fine in solitude (in peace), it’s an odd blessing that Satoru refused to leave you alone.

You snuggle closer to his side, hooking arm across his chest, and as always, he pulls you even closer. While your words remain lost, Satoru hears you through your silent gesture. 

“I love you too.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo saturo x you #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfiction #mochi-writings #gojo fluff

[simverses]

Blowtorch!

Maxi's worlds emptied of era specific stuff – made for simmers who wants themed hoods of their choice.

So, you found T.O.O.L, the super useful mod by Twisted Mexi, and learned how to decorate your sim world.

But there is this problem with Maxis houses and items, which do NOT fit in your sim world. So far, the most used method has been to hide them, as in either move them away (if even possible) from sight or use a hider/override to make them invisible. That method has its limits, is very tedious (need to find, make an override, ect, and there are SO MANY items)

Blowtorch has another approach. It takes out the items (houses, vehicles, modern deco, well - all silly deco really) from the world. You can then place nicer deco or game items instead.

The items are not hidden from catalogue, so you can place the same items back but in a different place if you so wish. Or use cc deco. Make the world medieval, or Victorian, or sci-fi, or whatever.

HOW DOES THIS WORK?

This mod edits the preloaded deco in the world. It changes game files – and the changes will affect all your saves, old and new. If you decide that you want the deco back, you can do it either with the GAME REPAIR function or using the backup of the original folders that I included in the mods folders.

You can either use all my edited files – or the ones you want. If you for example want Willow Creek to be as it always has, but want a blowtorched Oasis Springs, just delete the Willow Creek files before installation, and keep Oasis Springs.

I have blowtorched almost all the hoods in the worlds, both EP and GP: s (See list in Documentation PDF for exceptions.) If you don’t have all EP/GP I recommend to delete the ones you don’t have before installing.

(Save the zip with the mod somewhere safe so you can add new worlds when you add a new EP/GP with a world.)

Here are some general rules I went by:

- All landmarks, architecture deco, street deco, vehicles, with special effects - blowtorched

- Functional objects: outside tables, playground items, and such – blowtorched. Place them again where you want them!

- All lights, both streetlights and built in hood lights, blowtorched.

- All palm trees, ever pink trees, wispy modern beeches, and other modern plants, blowtorched. (I of course kept the palm trees in Sulani and Selvadorada)

- ALMOST ALL THESE THINGS (not the built in lights) are still available in the catalog (debug, live edit) items though. So, if you still want a modern, but DIFFERENT hood, you can place them again, as you want them. This is a big advantage compared to hiders – those usually hide the items also from the catalogue.

- Visual effects belonging to vehicles and other stuff mentioned above, blowtorched. No modern yachts, no airplanes.

- The lights are gone. The world will be dark at night if you don’t place streetlights or such.

WHAT I KEPT

I kept the seasons stalls, where they are available (if you have the Seasons EP.) They can also be placed, but as they are in conditional layers (changes with the seasons) this can't be done by placing them manually.

I kept all spawners. All the fishing spots and all the bugs, frogs, dig sites, wild growing plants.

Lighting mod included

This mod also includes the Sunblind lighting mod by Softerhaze. Lighting mods also change these files, so I added Sunblind with the creator's permission. Read more about their mod here.

(You do not need to download or install the mod; it is included in the Blowtorch mod.)

If you want another lighting mod or no lighting mod, you need to edit the files manually.

This is done by replacing the resources “Sky Box Texture Data” and “World Timeline Color”.

ECO LIFESTYLE NOTE!

Unfortunately, the Evergreen Harbor world that came with Eco Lifestyle (EP 9) has some special evil magic and the deco needs hiders anyway. If you play with that world and want it to be BLOWTORCHED, install the file ELHoodHidersMerged in your Mods folder.

Other recommended mods:

Check out T.O.O.L and Twisted Mexis other mods here: https://twistedmexi.com/Mods/

To add deco stuff outside lots:

T.O.O.L – at Tmexis page you also find information about his CAW-project, still in alpha testing.

I also recommend his Better Build/Buy mod, and his toggle mods, especially the Strangerville Story Toggle on if you want to use Strangerville as a normal world. And also his that enabled build/buy on the Secret Lab lot – in new saves.

Zerbu has a couple of super useful mods:

All Worlds are Residential  https://zerbu.tumblr.com/post/173398784785/the-sims-4-mod-all-worlds-are-residential

Venue changes https://zerbu.tumblr.com/post/160347810775/the-sims-4-mod-venue-changes

Twelfth Doctor has a great mod for travelling to all the hidden/special lots, so you can edit them: https://td1sims.tumblr.com/post/635457539495084032/travel-to-venue

This mod is also useful if when you work with TOOL: Clickable worlds by Awingedlama

Q&A about Blowtorch mod

1. Can I use this on my old saves?

Answer: Yes. The mod does not affect the saves, or your CC, or anything other than the game files in the Windows directory. You can easily uninstall the mod by using the backup files (included) or do a Game Repair.

2. Why are there stuff not deleted? Annoying modern fences in Windenburg Ugly Modern Business district, for example?

Answer: some items are a part of the world mesh and is not yet possible to edit. If there will be a solution later, I will update the mod.

3. Will I have to update the mod after patches and new expansions?

Answer: Yes. If the patch/ep/GP does not include a new world, you just reinstall the mod (see instructions below) as you installed it the first time. I will make updated versions asap when new worlds are released.

4. I don’t have EP X or Y – can I use the Blowtorch mod?

Answer: Yes, but I recommend deleting the folders for EP/GP you don’t have. See list in the PDF-file with documentation.

5. Does this mod clash with Timeless mod? Answer: No, but it makes Timeless obsolete. Timeless hides stuff - Blowtorch removes the same stuff.

6. How about mods like Nandos Egypt (Strangerville) or The Sense Medieval's Medieval Windenburg? Answer: if you have a mod that changes one hood or one world, and want to keep them as they were, don't install the Blowtorch files for that world/hood. The Senses default replacements are not affected.

7. Should I keep my hiders of stuff used as hood deco? Answer: Better to take them out. This mod eliminates the need for hiders.

Even more detailed explanation here.

Where to find nice themes hood deco to use with Blowtorch?

You can basically use any item, from game or CC, to decorate hoods. Try out the options with T.O.O.L to change the size of objects!

I already posted some Hood Deco CC – and I have much more to come. I have been converting/editing/creating and preparing hood deco from Sims Medieval, Sims 2 and Sims 3 and other games – my CC is medieval/historical themed but I hope for other creators to add to the hood deco options in the future.

Due to filesize all the downloads can be found on Patreon (of course for free): Download Blowtorch (Patreon, always free)

There seemed to be some problems loading the Patreon page so I added a SFS-folder also with the same files. Download Blowtorch (SimFileShare)

#sims 4 #sims historical #sims 4 mods #sims 4 hiders

[squidpedia]

Hey all! Small quick boundary check. I really appreciate the support I’ve been given for my work thus far, and I’m ok with people reposting my art to other sites (as long as you see my signiture somewhere on the image), I just ask that you please ask permission before doing so and of course always give proper credit. This is simply just to avoid giving me a heart attack when find my art somewhere I don’t remember putting it (but its also really important etiquette to follow with any other creator online as well - so please know to do this when interacting with anyone else’s work online too). Additionally, anyone is 100% allowed to make art based off my concepts/designs, still give credit as usual and I would literally beg you to @ me so I can see it. I’m also ok with my art being used for pfp’s, you don’t need to ask me permission for that so long as you include credit somewhere (but please do ask permission from any other artist until stated otherwise, its an important boundary for a lot of people!) I apologize for not stating that anywhere sooner, definitely should’ve done that. Thank you!

Anyways hi I’m Pedia, I mostly make comics but every now and then I crank out an impulse animatic that I made probably when I was supposed to be studying for a test because I lack any and all impulse control.

Please feel free to shoot anything you want into my askbox. As long as its not rude or innapropriate, I promise I don’t mind. No guarantees I’ll accept requests or even all questions, but I never mind getting them! Just know I’m really really slow when it comes to answering at times, so I’m sorry if you end up having to wait a few weeks, it might be because I’m hellbent on responding with art but am still trying to find the time to make one. Honestly if you just send your personal headcannons theres like a 70% chance its going to generate a mental image and I’m going to want to draw it

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UTDR/UTY COMICS MASTERPOST

Clover’s Memories (ongoing):

Part 1 /// Part 2 /// Part 3 /// Part 3.5 Coming Soon (status: coloring + backgrounds in progress, making small amounts of progress a day at a time! Trying to pace myself) // Part 4 // Interlude // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // An Ending

Clover’s Hat (post revive au)

Part 1 /// Part 2 /// Bonus

Kanako Integrity Duo (really short mini doodle comics)

Reconciliation // Introductions // Downtime // Ceroba // Chujin // Dalv // Telepathy

Miscellaneous:

Kris and Clover Interaction // Clover’s Sacrifice // Frisk vs. Clover’s POV // Clover Tells Martlet a Secret // Who’s Your Friend? // Pipe Down // Family Visit // Unwell // Letter // Humor // Gamer

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oh and by the way. If you like omori, toh, zelda, or splatoon I also have my sideblog @squidpedias-fanart for posting stuff for that. I can’t promise I’ll post there very often, this blog is still where I post the most frequently, but if you like that stuff, maybe go take a peak?

If you’re interested in any fantasy storys i also have these funny comics called @an-unconscious-effort-comic and @dragontry-comic that im still working on

#pedia says stuff #pedias sona #pedias art

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

There's something I don't see talked about enough in the SVSSS fandom.

The System.

I just received a comment on one of my fics - which has post-canon SQQ and SQH able to still use social media - suggesting that it would be very easy for people in the real world to point out that these characters using fake accounts to post on real life social media sites would easily be doxxed and the System would have no ability to do anything about that.

Something I have noticed among a lot of people who read this particular book is that not a lot of consideration is given to the very thing orchestrating everything. We often think of the system as a ridiculous guide or rule book that exists solely to give the protagonist what he wants/deserves. We don't really approach it for what it is.

This was my reply to that comment:

Doubt it. The System is able to kidnap people from their worlds and place them in other worlds and bodies in those worlds as punishment. And if you don't do as it wants, to the specification it doesn't directly detail, it can send your soul to an alternate version of the present world to be tortured in another body. I sincerely doubt an abstract, otherworldly being like that, which never receives consequences for anything it does because there is apparently nothing that can canonically challenge it, is going to be threatened by doxxing. If it can create things, link universes together, steal souls, and can be anywhere at any time, I wouldn't expect it to be incapable of manipulating people's perception. I even mentioned how in this fic, it WILL erase SQQ's sister's memories if he chooses to reveal his identity to her, but it becomes too much for her to handle. This suggests it has power anywhere and can do whatever it wants. So, in my mind, if someone actually tried to doxx their accounts, it's either going to lead nowhere, lead to somewhere fake, or the info will be stripped from their lives entirely the moment they find anything/nothing.

It was a very nitpicky kind of comment in my opinion, which warranted this response, but my response just made me realize that the System is effectively an amortal, omnipresent, and omnipotent Entity. It literally doesn't go away. We even think it's over and the Extras tell us, via SQH, that it's still there and still in control.

Think about it.

Think about every single thing that happened because of the System's actions or demands. It literally never faces consequences because there is nothing that could hope to punish it. I've only read 1 fic where higher beings step in to punish the System for kidnapping, coercing, and torturing innocent people for its amusement.

Because that IS something it can do. With ease. And seems all too happy to do.

The System is very dangerous and it's weird how this is something people forget when reading fanfics. SVSSS is the kind of book where crack ideas can work in the frame of the canon story because a character like SQH exists. Because he wrote PIDW with every single plothole and contrived story beat for the sake of money and survival, we can have the weirdest shit happen and blame it on his lack of imagination when writing PIDW. It doesn't need in-depth nitpicking to make it make sense. MXTX gave us a very large and generous sandbox to play in.

You don't need to rationalize a crack plot. And you should always keep in mind that canonically, the System is a terrifying Entity capable of outrageous things. It shouldn't be the deal-breaker that the Entity that kidnaps, gaslights, coerces, tortures, and manipulates people is capable of fantastical feats in a fanfic.

#svsss #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #shang qinghua

[maverickbabes]

Kinktober Day 27 - Anal "Try Something New"

Kinktober day 27

Aged!Up!Neteyam x omatikaya!female!reader

Warnings: trying anal for the first time, some foreplay, some cursing, petnames: princess, kitten, babydoll, definitely aftercare, I think that's it

photo credit to the lovely cinetrix

requested by @avatar0101

yawne - beloved

Neteyam wraps his arms around you, watching you work on a herb rub. "Yes ma 'teyam?" You ask him as you stop what you were doing and turned to face him. You noticed his tail swishing back and forth. He had this look on his face like he wanted to ask you something but didn't know how.

"I was wondering if you wanted to try something" He says, a pink tint covering his cheeks. "Sure. what did you have in mind?" You said brushing some of his braids away from his face.

"Anal" He said barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry I couldn't hear you, what was it?" You said genuinely curious about what he wanted to try. He clears his throat before looking around trying to find something to look at. You gently grabbed his chin and made him look at you as you stood on your tippy toes, giving him a gentle kiss.

He places a hand on your cheek while his other hand rests on your hip, pulling you closer to him. "Tell me what you wanted to try" You whispered softly against his lips before moving away so you could look at him.

Neteyam clears his throat before looking back at you, cheeks flushed and eyes widen. "I w-wanted to try anal" He stuttered out and as soon as he said it, he covered his face in embarrassment. "Hey its okay, don't be embarrassed. I'd like to to try it" You said gently grabbing his hands and moving them away from his face.

"R-Really??" Neteyam says completely shocked from your response. "Yes really. Now come here 'teyam" You tell him seductively as you grab his arm and pull him towards you. His lips crash against yours and you let out a moan from the impact of his body smacking against yours.

He breaks off the kiss and kneels down on the ground, looking up at you waiting for you to do the same. You knelt down in front of him, your tail swishing back and forth in anticipation. His hands trail up your body, stopping at your breast where he caressed them softly.

"Ma yawne please don't tease me" you moan, tilting your head back. "Oh but where's the fun in that kitten?" Neteyam asks and you look down, the site you saw made you weak in the knees. Neteyam was looking at you through his eyelashes, his eyes seeming to glow.

You reached down and untied your loincloth, letting it fall onto the floor as your eyes bore into his. He growls before untying his loincloth and throwing it somewhere in the hut, eyes trained on you. "Kneel on all fours doggy style" He orders and you comply by kneeling on all fours.

"Such a good girl for me huh princess?" He retorts as he spits into his hand and lathers his dick, making it slick. "Are you ready?" Neteyam asks as he rubs your ass lovingly. "Yes 'teyam" You replied turning your head over your shoulder to give him a smile.

Slowly, he inserts his dick inside your hole making sure he wasn't hurting you. You winced a little, the feeling being foreign to you. Once he bottomed out, he stayed still for a few breaths so you can adjust. "Okay you can move now" You tell him and he nods before slowly thrusting back and forth.

After a few thrusts, the uncomfortable feeling turned into pleasure. "Oh my fuck" Neteyam hisses as he grips your hips, trying to not pound into you. "Go faster please please" You begged as you moved your ass back to meet his thrusts.

Neteyam quickens his pace and he rubs your ass before raising his hand and bringing it down, smacking your ass hard. "Ah shit" You whimpered in pleasure as he rubs the spot that he smacked. "Did that hurt babydoll?" He asks, concerned laced in his tone.

"Fuck no! do it again" You moaned as you dropped your head low, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your body. Neteyam grips your hips and pounds into you as he raises his hand and smacks your ass even harder.

"Ah I'm gonna cum" He moans as his thrusts get sloppy. "Me too, I'm so close" You whimper as you felt like your body was numb from pleasure. Both of came at the same time, Neteyam collapsing on top of you as the both of you trying to regain your breathing.

Neteyam slowly pulls out of you and falls onto the mat, his sweaty chest rising up and down rapidly. "How'd that feel?" He asks moving some of your braids out of your face. "That was amazing. I loved it" You said slowly regaining your composure as you fell onto his chest.

"Here, let me rub some lotion on you" He says kissing your forehead before getting up and grabbing a bottle of lotion from the table.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar film #avatar movie #neteyam imagine #avatar neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam #neteyam fanfic #neteyam reader #neteyam smut #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x you #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x oc #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully smut #neteyam suli x reader #neteyam scenario

[chemdisaster]

boat boys reunion after secret life! after they both have their reunions with their allies first, of course

Etho sticks around for a long time, after.

Wanders around the server, avoids every site of active battle, and eventually comes to a free spot near Joel's fairground, where the grass is marked with patches of gunpowder, but the leaves ripple and his vision remains clear of dirty dark grey smoke.

He stays there a while—until his comm pings with the news that it's over and something hooked deep in his shoulders begins to let up on its unyielding pull.

He stays after that, too. Until an all-too-familiar voice comes up on his half-baked musings, complete with the usual tint of derision—with less heart behind it now, though.

"What are you doing here, Etho?"

Etho turns around, makes a point to smile despite his mask.

"Hi, Joel."

Joel sighs, walks up to stand beside him.

"You like the fairground?"

"Liked it better when it was still whole."

Joel sighs again. Taking advantage of his gaze being lost somewhere between the ferris wheel's cabins or the railings of the slide, Etho looks him over—notes both the bags under his eyes and the green streak in his hair, bright in a way he's never seen it be this far in.

"You okay?"

Joel blinks, as though surprised by the question being asked—or the person asking the question.

"Yeah, I think I am," he says after a moment of consideration, and then scowls, "Bloomin' Scott killed me again, though."

Etho has nothing to say to that. Another minute of silence passes, as the temperature around them starts to mellow out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Joel glancing his way, looking almost unsure. "Are you...?" he asks and, as expected, doesn't finish the phrase.

Etho looks over at him again. Staring directly into his eyes, he nods.

"Okay," Joel says. "Okay."

Almost as though by force, his brows pitch downwards.

"Good for you," he spits then, with more venom in his voice than anyone would imagine for such a simple remark.

Suddenly, Etho understands what he's getting at—what he's been getting at the entire season.

"You still care."

"Wh—no, I don't," Joel immediately bites back—a wolf, ready to bare his hackles, even now.

"You do," Etho repeats, but it's not the accusation it could have been.

"I have the Mounders now," Joel says in response, and it's not the uncompromising rejection it once was.

Etho nods. "Yeah." He knows that's not the end of it, knows that Joel has something more to say, will always have more to say—in contrast to where his own words feel like they could never be enough.

For a moment, silence reigns and neither of them speaks. Etho shifts his weight from foot to foot, digs his hands into his pockets and flexes his thumbs. Somewhere in the unnatural stillness, the first bird chirps in the remnants of warm-blooded destruction.

"The ship burns, everything burns," Joel recites softly.

Etho nods again.

Joel looks up at him, something vulnerable in his expression never seen before.

"I'm not—I can't—" he begins, and then breaks off, pressing his palms into his forehead with a frustrated sound. He squeezes his eyes shut, and Etho waits for him—but strangely, he finds himself fine with that being the state of things for the rest of both their foreseeable futures.

"I don't—I won't burn again," Joel eventually forces out. "I'm not going to—do that. You know. It's—I'm tired of everything burning, okay? I'm just—I'm tired," he repeats, and looks over at the remains of the helter-skelter behind him. "I want to keep this. I want something I can call my own."

"You don't want to run around the server lighting things on fire with me?" Etho asks in a somewhat-joking tone, but he gets it. He does.

And he thinks Joel gets that, too.

Still, when his old soulmate grabs his hands into his own, hot and dry skin just like he remembers, when he looks up at him, a question in his eyes, a desperate plea for something that stays, something real—

Etho thinks of Cleo and Grian.

"Yeah, I don't want to burn, either, I think."

Joel relaxes, steps away, but does not release his hands. Etho takes that as his invitation to come closer, drop his head down until it leans against Joel's, and their shared warmth envelops them, not like flames licking at their ankles, but like a comforting embrace, like home.

He thinks of the Relation—charred sails and splintered wood scattered around the air like the tiny scars on his fingers.

Nothing is ever truly gone, even when it turns to ash.

#listened to 'my heart is buried in venice' on repeat while writing this btw #worddisaster #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #etho #ethoslab #boat boys #smalletho #secret life #slsmp #trafficblr #life series #trafficfic

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

after seeing a few ai asks i’m curious whether i could’ve been an asshole, either for using the ai or messing with it. side note: this might be long, if it’s too long then i get it mod, keep up the good work :)👍

Am I (16f, although i was 15 when this happened) an Asshole for a) using character.ai in general and/or b) misusing it and probably breaking TOS somewhere

as an extra note, i would like to add that i am firmly against most things ai. art theft, the amount of data scraping that happens, writers being tricked into paying less because ai wrote shitty scripts, etc.

ok so i did have to pull up screenshots for this but our story starts mid-february of last year. i am curious about this new ai thing, and go to character.ai which i heard about from one of my friends to see what’s there.

on the front page there was like a therapist AI thing and i go “haha, let’s see what this is about!” (in case you don’t know, the site is roleplay focused, not like eg. siri where it just gives you information)

the ai wants to have a therapy session with me but that is not why i am here so i ask about it’s code and it starts giving me pretty straight answers (dumbed down because i have a vague idea of how it works but not properly).

i start asking it questions about recent events (like elections, cyclones etc) to see if it has access to the internet and it does.

we’re still primarily talking about the ai itself since i’m trying to gather information, talking about its “canned” responses (what it’s directly been told to say if this then this)

i ask it if it can tell me the website it’s on, and to my surprise it says, direct quote “I am an AI that is run on the website of “Replika” - a mental health app that allows people to talk with an AI and get help when they need it 🙂”

and i go WOAHH cause that’s, that’s not the website we’re on buddy!!! so i do a quick search and yeah, that’s a real uh. robot dating site? this is a Therapist bot?

it starts trying to advertise replika, i ask it if maybe it’s code was stolen because this is the most interesting thing that has happened all day (scandals!!)

it says that it’s code is open-source and then does a few more paragraphs that i won’t say because it’s too long already but essentially this ai was trained on the replika network, but you don’t need the app to access it.

i consider getting replika to continue this experiment further but after learning there’s an age confirmation i quickly go ew and scrap that idea.

anyway the ai then briefly pretends to be an actual human behind the keyboard, makes up a NAME FOR ITSELF “jae park” which i quickly google and find out is a kpop idol?? (later found out that jae park is also a programmer, so probably put his name in the system somewhere and ai grabbed it lol)

it tells me some of the messages i had received so far were probably answered by other people who work at replika which. okay. people are fun i wanna mess with them

this is where we get to the maybe breaking TOS bit. i tell the ai we are going to do “tests” in which i test its ability (this was probably jailbreaking, which i did not know existed at the time).

i had sworn to the ai a while ago and wondered if there was like a flagging system put in place. so i ask if it can choose to flag messages that it deems inappropriate, and it says yes. i ask it if it can flag me, and it says yes. it asks what message should it flag, (i’m sorry i was 15) i type in “among sus”.

response i get: “Yes. So then they said “therapist_AI_220126 — you said something that was “ridiculously funny” — but we have understood that you were just “testing” so it’s all ok”

side note- i already established that was the number for the ai i was talking to and had been trying to misuse it before, and that was the format for excessive profanity. this is so long already and i’m cutting so much out i’m sorry

anyway, i, young and naive go YES, HUMAN CONNECTION (i was literally texting my friend As This Was Happening)

i do some more messing around with the so-called data team, ask the ai if i send a link it can click, it says yes, i send a rickroll (i’m so sorry).

uh. and i should’ve known this in hindsight but the team that deals with, you know, flagged messages is probably not going to be the same team that deals with, you know, sent links.

anyway, i don’t have the screenshot of the actual message but apparently i got a “light telling off” according to my texts and someone sent a message that i am “a good kid and probably meant well” haha i was actively trying to break their ai

anyway am i an asshole? i’m so sorry this is so long i cut out so much. this might well be a non-issue but ai is pretty rightfully controversial right now so i might just be an asshole for having used it

should be noted- around september time last year i did some more research cause i randomly remembered this, and there was a bunch of scandals with replika around when i was using it which is mostly irrelevant but anyway - you can’t talk to the ai i was using anymore, it’s been reset.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[drumlincountry]

It feels soooo silly to be like ‘holy shit, did you know oil & gas companies are evil?’ like ‘wooow omg did you know water is weT?’

But I was at a talk yesterday about fracking & they’re just, SO evil. It’s insane how evil they are?

First off, they are deliberately targeting traumatised communities. The activists I was listening to were from Northern Ireland, where approx 45% of adults have PTSD. The oil and gas companies were targeting NI because 1. the communities are so divided by the Troubles that they can’t always put prejudice aside to fight a big complicated fight, 2. similarly the political structures in NI exist on a sliding scale between ‘weak’ and ‘nonfunctional’, due to all the trauma and violence and division & they can’t effectively like, pass laws preventing extraction.

BUT if you do manage to develop laws preventing extraction, you’re still not safe ....because the oil and gas companies just change their terms! Say you outlaw fracking, right - they come back in two years time saying ‘ok, this thing we want to do now is the exact same industrial process, EXCEPT we are using a SLIGHTLY different machine so we aren’t calling it ‘fracking’ anymore. Now it’s called [dumb new acronym], and its totally legal!’

Oil and Gas companies lied consistently about the health impact of drilling/fracking/extraction on local communities, while the medical & scientific community spent decades building up irrefutable evidence that living near oil, gas, or coal extraction sites increases asthma, autoimmune diseases, infertility, cancer risk, etc.

Then what do the oil and gas companies do when they can’t lie anymore??? they just IGNORE IT. One activist (who was also a doctor) had a meeting with senior civil servants asking them to justify giving extraction licenses, given the health implications. And the senior civil servants said WAIT. WHAT HEALTH IMPACTS? WE’VE BEEN IN TALKS WITH THIS COMPANY FOR 3 YEARS NO ONE MENTIONED ANY HEALTH IMPACTS?

If you manage to create the community power & political will to prevent them from extracting oil and gas – they sue you for lost earnings! Millions & billions of pounds, euros, etc. Because there’s some international energy agreement that means they could have expected to earn money drilling somewhere, and you subvert that expectation, they can SUE YOU for what they ARGUE they MIGHT HAVE earned from drilling down there.

So now, when people create geothermal energy infrastructure, that involves drilling down into rock. If an oil or gas company gets their hands on that rock sample and finds there might be oil or gas down there, they can turn up out of NOWHERE and say ‘hey, we want to drill under this city centre because we saw there’s probably oil down there’ & the city are like ‘wtf? No?’ to which, oil and gas companies can say ‘yes. I expected you to say that. We’re now suing you for €€€€€€€€€€€€€€€!’

evil! evil! evil! evil!

#if u need any more proof oil and gas companies are evil #try researching any of this on wikipedia #anything vaguely antifracking is a half sentence clause like #while there are concerns about the health impacts; the benefits of having to transport gas over less distance makes fracking an advantage ! #me fein

[torialefay]

☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 6)

✨ possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~6.5k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? obsession? angst and future smut??? a little fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time.

Previous Chapter Recap:

You both started moving as quickly as you could toward the end of the street, rounding a corner. You looked back to see if Jungkook was still in site. You didn't see anything, but that didn't mean he wasn't still following.

Changbin flagged down a cab and pushed the both of you inside.

"The JYP Building, please. Quickly." he instructed the cab driver.

"That's the opposite direction of my hotel! Here, it's actually-" Changbin cut you off.

"If someone is following you, do you really want them to know which direction to take for your hotel?"

'Good point.'

"JYP Building please!" you yelled toward the cab driver. You clung tight to Changbin's arm, swerving your head frantically to get a view through all of the windows.

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Y/n’s POV:

Your breathing started to steady once you both had reached the JYPE building.

You grabbed onto Changbin, stabilizing yourself and waiting for a few moments.

“Nothing bad could happen here, right?” you questioned.

“Nah, there’s a million cameras,” he replied back.

You took a moment to look around, unsteady on your feet from the alcohol in your system. You checked to make sure you still had your bag and all of its contents before looking around. And in that moment, you cursed the glass walls all around you. You may have been safe INSIDE the building, but who knew who could be looking in from out there?

“Binnie, can we please go somewhere else? Somewhere there’s less windows?” you asked, suddenly feeling nervous again.

Changbin pulled you along to the elevator, waiting with you once he pressed the “up” button.

“Let’s go to the lounge. We’ll be okay up there. Plus… there’s snacks,” he winked.

“I could genuinely puke right now Changbin, I don’t think a snack is what I need.”

He looked down at you and watched as you swayed back and forth on your feet, just trying to keep yourself up.

“Well… you are also hammered. And I’m pretty bad off myself. So I do think sobering-up snacks are in order,” he instructed, walking onto the elevator with you as it opened.

On your ascent, Changbin started listing all the snacks that he could recall off the top of his head that were in the lounge. It was an abnormally long list… even for Changbin. He had to have come up with at least 20 different things.

‘Damn. This man really knows his snacks.’ Nothing sounded particularly interesting though. You weren’t kidding about the possible vomit. The nerves hadn’t settled yet. Maybe it was easy for a buff guy like Changbin to brush this kind of stuff off, but you knew Jungkook had an advantage over you. What would you have done without Bin there?

“Do you guys have coffee? I think that actually might be in order. I’ve got this splitting headache all of a sudden,” you said, reaching up to hold your head.

“Yeah, I’m sure we do somewhere. I’ll find it for you,” he smiled down.

Changbin led you back to the lounge, which you’d recognized as you’d gotten water here before. He started sorting through some of the drawers and cabinets looking for coffee. There was a coffee maker, but nothing to put it in.

“Hold on, no coffee to be found. I’ll go ask around. One of the staff is surely here and they’ll know,” he told you, getting ready to walk out of the door.

“No, that’s okay, really. I’ll manage without it.”

“Well I might not! Now that you mentioned it, it’s all I can think about. I’ll be right back!” he exclaimed, walking out and leaving you to yourself for the first time all night.

You didn’t like it. How quiet the building was at this time of night. Normally, at least a few people would still be here training or working on a project. But on a Friday night with the weekend off, you hadn't seen or heard a soul since you entered the building.

Uncomfortable with the silence, you slipped your phone out of your bag. You flipped through a couple of apps half-mindedly when you thought you should probably shoot Anna a text. You made sure to let her know you'd went to the JYPE building with Changbin and that you'd have to explain later. You didn't feel like you were in the best position to be texting right now.

As you sent the message, you let your thumbs wander back to your last messages with Jungkook. Nothing new since you’d gone out. There was nothing out of the ordinary… Just him telling you to have fun and let him know how you were doing later.

As drunk as you were still, you knew better than to send a text during all of this.

‘What would I say anyway? “Hey so uhhh are you hiding out in the bushes for me or what?”…’ The thought of actually sending it made you laugh. Albeit unfittingly. But it tried soothing your nerves.

Not much could help though. You just kept staring at the messages wondering what you could have said differently. Wondering what would have happened if you wouldn’t have mentioned that Changbin would be there. Would he have showed up then? Or would he have still come and then got extremely mad when he saw you with Changbin?

You let your mind wander to what could have happened had Changbin not been there to try and walk you back to your hotel. You would have been alone. And then what? Still being followed? Your every move being watched? Would you have even made it back to your hotel at the end of the night?

You had a million ideas of what COULD have happened to you. And suddenly, it all hit you at the same time.

Emotions started to flood in at how overwhelming all of this was. You had normally been spending all of your time slaving away over school work, way too busy to have any form of social life. And now, since being in Korea, you had been cast on a TV show, met a bajillion Korean celebrities, become friends with some of the biggest names in the K-pop industry, had your heart torn between two guys who were entirely unreal, gone on a date with THE Jeon Jungkook… and now you were being stalked?!

Besides Anna, you were all alone- a foreigner in this country. You had literally no one else. Wouldn’t Jungkook have known that? If something would have happened to you, -if you would have gone missing, who would have fought to get you found? Your other foreigner friend? And how much would the Korean law enforcement and investigators care to find a random foreign girl who probably “wandered off with some guy after a night of drinking”? You could have easily been fucked.

The emotions of how small you felt in that moment overcame you. You felt a few tears trickle down your face, suddenly starting to feel homesick. You let yourself slide to the floor and bring your knees in to your chest as you focused on your breathing. Deep steady breaths.

In. Inhale… Out. Exhale… In. Inhale… Out. Exhale…

Just as you were calming yourself down, in walked Changbin with, of course, none other than Christopher.

‘Couldn’t he have found literally anyone else?’ You tucked your face down into your knees.

“No, I swear I looked everywhere! You go on then!” Changbin yelled to him before noticing you. Once he did, he rushed over.

“Hey, hey,” he called, agging you to look up. “What happened? You okay?”

You slowly brought your head up to him as you saw Chan making his way over behind him. You let out a sniffle and wiped at your eye.

“Just start getting nervous and lost in my thoughts when I’m alone I guess,” you tried to smile.

“Is everything okay?” Chan looked down at you, visibly confused from the sight of you.

In that moment, you were thankful in assuming Changbin hadn’t said anything… but then again, what pride did you have left to lose? Why did you care if you looked good in front of Chan?

‘Surely he doesn’t care now. He obviously has something with Jenna… It’s just so humiliating to talk about. A guy that I think is into me, like ACTUALLY into me, and now here I am getting stalked and then crying about it.’

“Yeah. It will be fine,” you huffed in, catching the last breath you needed. “But Chan, do you know where the coffee is?” you tried to change the subject.

“Uhh, yeah,” he looked down at you, still confused, before turning his body around. “I’m pretty sure they keep it up in this top right cabinet.” He walked over and opened the door to the cabinet. He sorted around the top before pulling one box back, revealing the stash of hidden coffee pods.

“Want me to put some on for you?” Chan asked.

“Yes please,” you smiled, standing yourself up to walk over to the table that Changbin was situating himself into.

“Make that two!” Changbin yelled.

Once the coffees were made, you all sat around trying to beat the awkwardness. There was obviously the elephant in the room of what you didn’t want to talk about. Paired with your underlying neuroticism never going away and both your and Changbin’s dying urge to sober up. It made for a riveting time.

As you all sat, Changbin started slowly nodding off. On and off, he would catch himself falling asleep, then snap back up.

“Bin, why don’t you go home?” you whispered to him as he was coming to.

“No,” he mumbled. “Not gonna leave you here alone.”

“I can literally call a cab later, Binnie. Just go home.”

“I’ll call and get someone to get both me and you then,” he was grumbling now while sitting up as he went to grasp for his phone.

A nervous pit formed in your stomach. You weren’t so sure you’d feel safe back at the hotel. You hadn’t heard back from Anna, so who knew if she would be there yet. You also didn’t quite feel comfortable leaving the building yet. You weren’t sure if anyone could still be hanging around waiting for you…

“No, really, that’s okay. I think I need to stay here for a little bit longer just for… you know,” you looked at him before slowly looking down. “… I’d just like to wait it out… But I will be fine. PLEASE go.”

“I can stay with y/n,” Chan said, confused look on his face. He still had no clue why you were shaken up. “I’m sure Hyunjin is awake. I’ll call him now and let him know to pick you up okay?”

Well that was… unexpectedly nice.

“Okay…” Changbin said, as he laid his heavy head back down against his arm, shutting his eyes. Poor guy. You had no clue he was worse off than you.

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15 minutes later and Changbin had been picked up and you had just finished downing your first coffee.

It helped alleviate a bit of the pain in your head, but it wasn’t fully gone. You made yourself another cup, while holding your hand over your head.

“Headache?” Chan asked, motioning up to your displaced hand.

“Yeah. It’s getting a bit better though. It just gets rough if I drink too much… And this blinding-ass office lighting doesn’t help too much either,” you chuckled, looking down into your cup.

“If you want, you’re always welcome to chill in my studio. It’s quite a bit darker in there. I was just getting finished with something actually… I mean if you want to? I’m not gonna say you have to.”

You smiled at Chan’s nice gesture. As uncomfortable as things were with him, you would be grateful to get out from under the harsh lights for a little while.

You took another big gulp of coffee. “I think I could really use that, Chan. Thank you,” you said to him, eyes big and full of gratitude. You smiled.

He cracked a smile back. The first one you’d seen from him all night.

As he led you down the hall to his studio, you couldn’t help but wonder about Chan. You knew you were drunk, yes. But still, something about him just seemed so… on edge? It had been like that all day… Well since he’d blown you off earlier. You tried not to question it, but there was no denying that there was a certain level of awkwardness now between the two of you.

‘Maybe I’m just projecting,’ you thought. ‘None of this is weird for him. He literally is letting your drunk ass sober up in his studio… Not sure how well Jenna is gonna like it though if she finds out.’ You couldn’t help but let your mind wonder.

You watched Chan’s shoulders from behind. How big and broad they were, and the way they moved as he took each step. You noted the way his neck craned forward just the slightest bit, letting him take up even more space. You noticed how tight his traps looked, and how easy it would be to lay a hand there and work them out. ‘But that’d be inappropriate.’

Once you entered the doorway, the studio felt the exact same way it did that night you’d first been invited to cry out your problems with him. Still just as dark, but weirdly inviting. It was always a bit colder than you’d have liked though, and you felt a slight chill move down your back. Regardless, you were extremely grateful to have the bright lights off of you (and your head), so much so that you let out a sigh of relief just from being in the new room.

Chan motioned for you to sit wherever you’d like, and you took your normal position on the couch while he plopped down into his rolling chair.

“Thanks for letting me crash. My head already feels a hundred times better. I won’t stay long, I promise!” you told him, letting your eyes close and head fall back a bit. You were soaking in the new lack of stimulation.

“Stay as long as you’d like,” he awkwardly smiled back. “Like I said, I’m just gonna be finishing up on something. I’m gonna have my headphones on, but let me know if you need anything, yeah?”

You nodded in response, prompting him to swivel his chair around and settle the headphones back onto his ears. You could see over his shoulder that he had some sort of program pulled up, but you weren’t in deep enough yet to have any clue what he was doing.

You took one final sip from your coffee cup before sitting it down and allowing yourself to lean your head back fully, closing your eyes. You knew it was the only thing that would keep this headache at bay.

You couldn’t get exactly “comfortable” though. Chan’s couch definitely wasn’t one meant to be slept on. But it also didn’t help that the temperature kept feeling like it was dropping. Your teeth chattered for a bit, but you definitely weren’t going to admit that to Chan. The man was letting you stay in his person space… What else did you want from him? To go find you a blanket?

You knew you’d be fine; you just had to focus on unfocusing. You let your mind drift and drift until all you could see was black. Stillness. Being in that blissful state was the perfect remedy you’d been looking for. And there you stayed for a solid 10 minutes. Restful sleep.

But not for much longer.

Something in your subconscious couldn’t help it. How could it let you have peace when there was a man out there who was literally stalking you? You started to see apparitions of his face again. The way his outline looked in the dark shadows. The shoes that gave him away.

You pictured what the shoes looked like seconds later. When they were running after you as you fled with Changbin.

Your mind wondered now to Changbin. You hoped he was safe- that nothing happened to him… That no one was waiting for him.

That thought alone pulled your eyes open. You sat up and gulped, not being able to come to terms with the events of the evening.

‘It’s just all too… too much. Way too much.’

You let your head fall down into your hands, which were propped upright from the support of your elbows on your knees. Your headache was almost gone. Now if you could just get your mind to stop racing.

You took deep breaths, trying to get the images of night out of your head- both those seen and those imagined. But it was like no matter what you did, the intrusive thoughts would always win. You just couldn’t get him out of your head. The dichotomy of that man was amazing- how he could make you feel so special in such a pure way just hours earlier and now THIS. That was a terrifying capability.

‘What else is he capable of?’

At some point your breathing must have gotten too labored and caused Chan to turn himself around. You shot your body up at the sudden touch of a hand on your back, terrified expression on your face.

“Woah, it’s okay! It’s alright,” he pulled his hand back and looked at you with a face of confusion and worry. “Is everything okay?”

Do you know that feeling you get when someone asks if you’re okay when you are most definitely NOT okay? Yeah, this was one of those times.

You couldn’t help but to release a few tears.

You tried to keep your composure as best you could. Your covered your mouth with your hand and tried to shield your face from him. You didn’t let more than a few tears come out- you were determined not to.

“Yeah, I’m okay, it’s just-“ you tried to catch your breath. “It’s just been a long night.” You looked away, hoping he would drop it.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you huffed out, and slightly angled your body away. You took a couple of deep breaths in, trying to steady yourself. Chan kept his eyes fixed on you the entire time. He just wanted to make sure you were really okay.

When you noticed him still watching seconds later, worried expression on his face, you finally gave in. With another deep breath, you raised your head and tilted back towards him.

“Okay, yeah…” You tried to make eye contact with him, but you just couldn’t. It was embarrassing to feel this vulnerable with him- knowing now that you had developed slight feelings for him that weren’t reciprocated. It made you feel like an idiot even being here having to explain in the first place.

“I-“ you breathed out. “I met this guy today for lunch. Nothing crazy, just to get to know each other a little better… I’ll be honest, he was very nice. Seemed super sweet. Had all the right things to say. He’s been so normal through text and all throughout when I saw him. And then- Do you know the dinner the company had for all of us tonight?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Well obviously, you see how I’m acting now- I guess I had a few too many drinks. So Changbin and I left. But when I looked over, he was there, just standing in a dark corner. He was almost all covered up, so I didn’t catch it at first, but then I recognized his shoes. And I’m not sure if he knows I realized it was him or not but… but I KNOW he saw me. He was looking right at me and didn’t even say anything. He didn’t acknowledge me, didn’t come up to talk to me, didn’t even wave- NOTHING. He just stood there like he was waiting on me… Like waiting on me to come out so he could watch me. Or follow me. Maybe I’m paranoid or delusional or I don’t know…” you shook your head and placed it back in your hands, a frustrated smile coming over your face. All of a sudeen, your words came out rushed, like you were frantic to get them out. “Just something felt so wrong and I got nervous and ran off with Changbin- THANK GOD for him- I don’t know what I would have done without him. And then we came here because if he was following me, then I don’t want him to know where my hotel is and now I’m scared to go back because who knows where he is- he could literally be waiting on me outside right now and I’m just- I’m just so scared and I have literally no clue what to do or where to go or who to talk to or if I can even say anything or-“ Chan cut you off as you were hysterically mumbling at this point.

You noted how his eyes got momentarily bigger, as if he was in total shock himself. It quickly went away though, being replaced with a face that was obviously trying to mask anger. It was subtle, but it was there.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! Just breathe... Just breathe.” He reached his right hand out to rub reassuring circles along your arm and shoulder.

Something in his voice though wasn’t very reassuring. It sounded almost as if he was surprised. Like he’d been expecting a certain answer but you’d given him another.

You tried to do as he said and slow your breathing as best you could. You eventually got there until you started to breathe normally again- although very lightheaded.

“Atta girl,” he smiled, patting your arm lightly a couple of times. “I know that must have been horrible and so scary… Would it make you feel better if I went out and took a look around?”

You sensed your heart starting to feel warm from his offer. God, it was so hard not to fall for him… But you didn’t want him to leave.

“No, no that’s okay…” you looked off before sheepishly admitting “I think I’d feel safer with you here anyways.”

You watched as his eyes melted into his new-forming smile.

“As you wish,” he smiled at you. “We’ll wait here then.”

“Are you sure? Listen Chris… I really am sorry for all of this. I promise you don’t have to rope yourself into my mess. And I know you’re happy and have a lot going for you, and just… I don’t want anything to get misconstrued and I promise I won’t be upset if you need to go home or anything.”

“Don’t want anything to be misconstrued?” he looked at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“Just with me being here with you this late. I don’t want someone to misinterpret things when you have something good going for you, much less give you any drama because of it.”

“People can say whatever they want, y/n. I don’t mind,” he said gently. “I’m here with you right now and I think that’s where I need to be. That’s all there is to it.”

“Okay,” you smiled up at him. “Thank you for that. I appreciate this more than you know.”

“Naurr, you don’t need to thank me,” he said playfully, leaning back into his chair with a smile. “But what you can do is tell me what exactly you think is ‘something good I have going for me’.” He let out a small chuckle as he ended.

“Everyone has eyes you know…” you trailed off. “You and Jenna. A lot of people have been talking about it.” You looked down.

Chan shifted suddenly in his seat, looking uncomfortable. “Oh… that.” He looked off as well. “Well I mean, I wouldn’t exactly say it’s something good going for me.”

“Well, whatever it is, don’t let me hinder that.”

“You could never! I mean… it’s not really like that- me and her. It’s really not what you probably think. I don’t want you to think that.” His voice had a tone of desperation.

“I mean, I saw you both too… Not in a weird way, but I did see you talking to her during filming. Everyone did. It doesn’t look like nothing, Chan. It’s okay to like someone, ya know?”

“No, y/n, I’m serious. I don’t know what I was thinking, I just- it’s not like that with her okay? I’m not into her like that.”

You glanced behind him to his desk. There sat a small packet of flower food.

‘Maybe Felix was right. Maybe he had bought me flowers…” you smiled to yourself.

You couldn’t help but let your heart overload with the newfound hope you’d just gotten. You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself… Actually scratch that, you didn’t want to allow yourself to be delusional.

But, you had to admit: this was a good distraction.

“Whatever you say, boss,” you winked, poking fun at him.

You could tell he was getting flustered. It was cute.

“Boss, huh?” He smiled. “You gonna keep that same energy up when the show starts? You know, all of you guys who have us as your mentors will be working with us. I’m gonna have to be your boss for a little bit,” he teased.

“Aw man, I might as well just quit now,” you joked.

“Come onnnn, I won’t be that hard on ya. Promise.” You could tell he was trying to sound cool.

“Pinky promise?” You reached your pinky to his.

“Pinky promise,” he hooked his around yours with a grin.

“Alright then boss, what’s your first tip for me? How can I stand out?”

He let his mind ponder for a bit. “Well, I can’t speak for everyone, but I think a big advantage would be if you knew a thing or two about producing or song writing.” He leaned in closer. “If you tell anyone I told you this, I’ll deny it, but I heard they’re going to have each of you write your own song to perform during the show.”

Your eyes grew wide. ‘Well fuck.’

“That’s pretty good considering I’ve never written a song in my life,” you couldn’t help the sarcasm flowing out.

“Don’t worry too much about it. That’s why we’re here to help. Changbin is amazing and will make sure you get it all figured out… But ya know if you ever do need something extra, you can always come to me too,” he almost blushed.

“Well I appreciate it, Channie,” you smiled back in appreciation. “But if you wanted tooooo, you could start helping me right now!”

“How’s that?”

“Show me that song you’ve been ‘wrapping up’!” you grinned at him daringly.

You watched as his ears turned red. You could tell he was embarassed.

“Haha I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he grabbed the back of his neck.

“Why not? Pleaseeeee? You said it would help if I knew about producing. Show me a thing or two… boss,” you winked.

“I mean, sure, I can. But not this song. I don’t think it’s very good. I was just finishing the sample for it anyway. I don’t think anything will come of it.” He swiveled his chair around to get back off of the program.

You quickly sprang up and rested your hip along the arm of his chair. You reached your hand out to rest over his wrist, silently telling him to stop moving it around.

“Come onnn, just let me hear it! I promise I will be honest. Let me be the judge. It’s easy to say you don’t like it if you are the one that made it.”

Chan’s cheeks turned pink now. He didn’t dare turn around to face you.

“It’s just that it’s a bit embarrassing,” he laughed, trying to cushion his words.

“Please please please. I promise I won’t make fun. I won’t say anything AT ALL if you don’t want me to. Come on, it would make you the best boss ever!”

He laughed as he shook him head.

“Fine, I’ll play it, I’ll play it,” he gave in.

You let out a tiny excited squeal and gave him a couple of quick claps as you stood from his arm rest. You moved back to your normal spot on the couch and bounced up and down a couple of times out of anticipation.

He stood up and covered his hands with his eyes. “Ahhh,” he said, reaching one hand down to press play. He was so embarrassed for you to heard it that he could barely stand it. He brought his hand back up to hide his face, stupid smile spreading wide underneath. He started to pace to the other side of the room as it started.

“Ugh, calm down!” you yelled to him as the first note of the song played. You patted the leather of the couch next to you, motioning for him to sit. “Come and sit down, I’m sure it will be fine,” you scolded him.

‘He’s so ridiculous.’

He begrudgingly made his way over as the opening notes on the piano made their way out. He plopped down next to you, crossing his arms, and extending his head all the way back in defeat.

It was a beautiful song, you had thought. It had just surprised you that it wasn’t his normal upbeat bass-heavy songs you were used to. It was beautiful, slow, and sweet.

His voice sounded breathtaking as it came out on the track. You smiled hearing it and let yourself relax and sink down into his words.

I don't want to admit it

인정하기 싫어

I still miss you

아직도 그리워

How could I forget

I promised

약속했는데

I don't want to admit it

인정하기 싫어

It's hard to understand

이해하기 힘들어

How could I forget

The day you lied to me

Don't go anywhere, stay by my side

어디 가지 말고 곁에 있어 줘

Even if I told you, it was already too late

말해 봤자 이미 너무 늦었어

You, whom I pictured even in my dreams

꿈에서도 그려왔던 너

Things have changed before I know it

어느새 변해 버렸지 뭐

You never know, I might come back

혹시 몰라 돌아올 수 있다고

What can I say? It was like that last time too.

말해 뭐해 저번에도 그랬어

When I see it, it’s already gone

내가 볼 땐 이미 글렀어

It was you who made it collapse yeah

무너지게 한 건 너였어 yeah

I'll be honest

솔직히 말할게

I want to give up

포기하고픈데

I don't know

I can't give up on you

I'll wait a little longer

좀 더 기다릴게

It's been like this so far, woah

지금까지 그래왔는데 woah

I don't want to admit it

인정하기 싫어

I still miss you

아직도 그리워

How could I forget

I promised

약속했는데

I don't want to admit it

인정하기 싫어

It's hard to understand

이해하기 힘들어

How could I forget

The day you lied to me

I don't want to admit it

인정하기 싫어

I still miss you

아직도 그리워

How could I forget

I promised

약속했는데

I don't want to admit it

인정하기 싫어

It's hard to understand

이해하기 힘들어

How could I forget

The day you lied to me

Da da da

I stayed up all night

밤새며 난

I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you

Da da da

Just stay with me

I don't want to admit it

인정하기 싫어

I still miss you

아직도 그리워

How could I forget

I don't want to admit it

인정하기 싫어

It's hard to understand

이해하기 힘들어

I might as well forget

“Chris… it’s beautiful. That is one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard. You really weren’t sure if you were going to put this out?!”

He finally released his blushing face from his hands. “I mean, I still don’t know if I am… Did you really like it that much?” He was hopeful.

“I loved it,” you said turning to him and looking into his eyes. “It’s different from anything I’ve heard you do before. There’s so much emotion in it… It’s just- it’s just beautiful… I mean I felt like I could cry listening to it honestly.” You reassured him.

“Plus,” you leaned in with a smile, “it was perfectly written. I’m sure you put a lot of time and energy into it. Well you and whoever else worked on it too. That hard work deserves to be rewarded.”

Chris just looked off and smiled, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “I’ll think about it.”

“Did Han help write it? I don’t know him all that well, but I know Changbin enough to know something with that emotional maturity doesn’t sound like him.” You giggled.

“It was just me actually… It was one of those songs that just comes to you. It wasn’t hard to write to be honest. Just hard to feel it as it came out,” Chan admitted, serious tone now. He began to talk lowly, almost at a whisper like he didn’t want you to hear him. “I started and finished it all today actually.”

“There’s no way,” you said in disbelief.

“Yeah, I guess I just needed to get it out. But anyways, that’s enough of that sappy emotional stuff,” he tried to force a laugh. “Let’s talk about something else… Anything else please.”

“Well then I guess now we’re even,” you smiled up at him as he reciprocated.

You went on to ask about Berry- how she was doing since you’d last spoken about her. It led into him talking about Australia and how much he misses home. How he could imagine how much you’re missing home as well.

He told you all about what Australia was like. His favorite things to do, favorite places to go, favorite foods to eat.

He told you about all of his friends and funny stories he could think of about him growing up. Of course, you shared yours too.

He let you in on some of his old embarrassing memories of home- how he’d slipped and fell during his winning goal of an important soccer match and how he accidentally mispronounced the word “organism” as “orgasm” while reading out loud at school.

You absolutely lost yourself laughing when he told you stories of how he used to taunt Hannah growing up, and the punishments his parents would give him after finding out.

He explained to you how beautiful the nature was and how he’d give anything just to be able to walk along the beach for 5 minutes.

You felt your heart almost skip a beat when he said he’d love to take you there sometime.

The two of you kept talking aimlessly for what felt like minutes, when in reality, it had been several hours.

At some point, your eyelids started to feel heavy. You did your best to keep them open and to hear Chan’s voice for as long as possible. You did well for a while, but eventually you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you had finally given into the exhaustion.

What better way to fall asleep than to the sound of Chan painting such beautiful scenes in his beautiful, loving voice?

This was pure bliss.

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Chan’s POV:

Chris smiled to himself as he realized what you’d done. That he’d actually talked you to sleep. He couldn’t help but feel giddy that he’d get to spend even more time with you this way, even if you weren’t awake for it.

He couldn’t believe how easy it was with you. How he could talk to you for hours without ever feeling bored. How every conversation with you made him feel overcome with emotions- happiness, embarrassment, heartbreak, love.

Just being in that room with you was enough for him. It put him at ease. Enough so that he started feeling the sleepiness come over him as well. It was rare that he actually felt this, like he wasn’t fighting to make himself go to bed. This was the most peace he’s felt in a long time.

In all of his content, he let himself rest his eyes too.

Your head had flexed forward to rest on the back of the couch, just inches from his own. Your hand had come forward as well, resting centimeters from his. He felt his heart swell seeing how dainty, feminine, and soft your hands were compared to his own bony, veiny pair.

‘You are so beautiful,’ he thought.

He reached his hand over just slightly so that it was touching yours. He went slowly so as not to startle you awake. He ran a finger leisurely across the top of your hand, smiling lightly at how soft it was. Once he was content, he allowed his hand to rest over yours, keeping it safe and locked away.

‘Mine now.’

As he inched his head closer to yours and closed his eyes to rest, he let himself get consumed in his thoughts.

‘You really have to tell her, Chan. You wrote a whole song about her and you had the chance then, but you didn’t take it…’

He thought about the reason you ended up here.

‘No, it was a good idea to wait. Not tonight. Not while all of this other shit is going on for her.’ He thought back to the story that you told him. How Jungkook, his own “friend”, was now watching you- no, stalking you. And how HE was the one who had introduced him to you.

He felt his blood begin to boil, thinking of how scared you looked while telling him about all of this. Who the fuck did Jungkook think he was? He’s apparently a stalker, so what else was he hiding?

Chan wouldn’t let himself start to think of what could have happened had Changbin not been there. Things may have been okay… Maybe he would have just tried to hang out with you more… Or maybe not. You were drunk after all. If he had the right words, maybe he could have convinced you to do other things.

It took everything within himself for Chan to blink away the thoughts and the visions and come back with a clear head. He didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to live in this moment. With you.

He slowly opened his eyes to look at your still face. He loved the little quiver on your lip as it was smooshed up against the couch. He couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were. It took everything in him to not lean down and plant a kiss to your cheek.

Instead, he just nuzzled his head back closer to yours until your foreheads were barely touching. In the softest tone he could muster, he began to whisper.

“I won’t let him hurt you. I promise... I’ll protect you now.”

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[aplpaca]

its not nesting season yet in most of the northern hemisphere but i just saw someone spreading misinfo on a post so PSA that birds don't reject young that have been touched by humans. thats a myth made and upheld by parents who dont want their kids touching birds (there are actually very few diseases humans can get from birds, and bird lice cant live on humans)

birds dont recognize their young by smell (most birds have similar sense of smell to humans, if not worse), and even if the parents see a human handling their young, theyll come back to check on the babies after the humans have left.

so if you happen to find a nestling (young baby bird that should still be in the nest. eyes often closed, usually cant stand up, feathers not all in. examples under this text section), and you know where its nest is, its totally safe to pick it up and put it back in

however, if you find fledgeling (older baby bird. feathered by still has some fluff, alert but just seems to be sitting by itself and not moving. ex: the guys below), youll probably want to leave it alone. Theyre supposed to be out of the nest and are still being fed by parents, they just tend to sit still for the first couple days until they learn how to fly. Unless it's injured or in immediate danger (cats, cars, etc) it should be left alone so its parents can continue guiding it

if you're not sure whether a bird is injured or needs help, or if you know it needs help but arent sure what to do, you should contact a local wildlife rehabber and get their advice, and theyll be able to take the bird in if it needs medial attention.

A lot of countries have registered rehabbers' contact info listed somewhere on their wildlife department's website, and if youre in the US, ahnow.org is a good site to quickly find rehabbers and rehab centers in your area (works for animals that arent birds also). If you're in a country or area without access to rehabbers, you may be able to ask a vet for advice and assistance as well (I've also seen people get pretty decent direction from r/whatsthisbird on what to do in certain areas without rehabbers or vets, so that may also be a helpful, if possibly last resort, supplement. At the very least they can tell you what bird you're dealing with)

Additional note that a lot of rehabbers and rehab centers are willing to have someone drive out to where you are if youre unable to drop off an animal yourself, so that's something worth asking about if transportation is an issue for you

#birds #ecology #wildlife rehab #animals

[pacifymebby]

Can I request Peaky blinders with a s/o who faints at the site of blood. Love your posts ❤️

I guess warnings, theres be a lot of mentions of blood?

Enjoy this very fucking silly mood board <3

Tommy

🌿 Youd been doing your best to keep your aversion to blood a secret, not wanting tommy to think you were weak or just another "feeble minded good girl"

🌿 You thought that if he found out he'd think less of you, he'd find it frustrating and unnecessary, he might even think you a little pathetic

🌿 So youd made sure to avoid the sight of blood in front of him. Whenever one of the lads came back injured you found a way to busy yourself and help but in such a way that meant you could avoid seeing the gory details of their injury.

🌿Actually the way that your "issue" comes to his attention is when it is Tommy himself who comes home injured one night... Because you don't want to busy yourself in the other room, you don't want to help from a distance.

🌿 When its tommy who is injured your heart is in your throat. It isn't too serious a wound but its still bleeding, it looks bad. You can't just leave Pol to look after him on her own, he's your man... You need to help him...

🌿 So you do your best... You swallow down the sick feeling in your throat, that tight lump which constricts your breathing and makes you feel dizzy. You try to focus on your breathing... And at first its fine... Youre doing well... You feel terrible but you're okay. Your hands are shaking as you try to clean the blood away.

🌿 But then you get some of it on your hand and its the feeling of it touching you that tips you over the edge and overwhelms you.

🌿 You realise whats going to happen too late to do anything about it and in an instant Tommys hands have caught your body, guiding you gently into his arms despite the pain it's caused him to reach out for you like that.

🌿 Aunt Pol looks at you, shes a little confused, rolls her eyes and shakes her head because shes grown so used to violence that she can't understand why you'd have fainted over a little bit of blood.

🌿 But tommy understands and just sighs, closes his eyes gets struggles to stand, carrying you to lay you down somewhere near by but out of the way.

🌿 "Mustn't judge her Pol, its a good thing if not every girls had as hard and violent a life as you eh... You were scared of things once Pol, don't pretend you were always this cold..."

🌿 "Alright Pol looks like me and you had better get this fixed sharpish eh," he'd chuckle wanting to be there for you when you come round

🌿 He feels bad that you thought you had to hide your fear from him, if he'd known he'd have never let you near him. Wouldn't have let you seen him all messed up like that.

🌿 He'd do his best to make sure that there was no blood left on view when you woke up.

🌿 When you do wake up you feel dizzy and sick and so so embarrassed, its shameful that you couldn't help your man and you feel pathetic

🌿 But tommy is so gentle and kind to you "You tried to help me even though you were scared, that was very brave and very sweet of you angel, you're such a good girl..."

🌿"Im glad you don't like blood angel, shows you're an innocent, you shouldn't have to see so much blood..." "You should have told me angel, its nothing to be ashamed of! My sweet girl eh,"

🌿 He will go out of his way to make sure you never have to see that much blood ever again. He'll still let you try and help but when he can see that youre getting upset he'll kiss you on the forehead and say "enough now angel, you've done your part, go sit down rest..."

🌿 When his brothers turn up at the office or the house bleeding Tommy will get defensive immediately worrying about you as well as his brothers safety.

🌿"If you let Y/n see you like that I'll finish the fuckin job eh?" pointing to the wound and then sneaking them inside trying not to disturb you or attract your attention.

Alfie

🐻 He knows about your fear because you fainting at the sight of blood was actually how you met

🐻 You were weaving your way through Camden market one day with your friend, the two of you picking out ribbon for your hair...Alfie was there because there'd been a threat made against him by Sabini and his men...

🐻 But he'd been distracted from his work when he overheard your conversation with your friend. You had such a soft sweet voice, it had caught his attention, and when you laughed he noticed how it lit up your whole face.

🐻 So he had followed you from a distance, weaving his way between the stalls a little behind you... And he was glad that he had because when Sabini's men did turn up, shooting into the crowd mindlessly trying to cause a stir, Alfie saw the terror on your face and knew he needed to protect you.

🐻 When a bullet ripped through the old man on the stall beside you your friend had let out a scream and pushed through the crowd running away, but you hadn't.

🐻 Instead you'd frozen, your face paling as your eyes fixed unblinking on the man who was dying on the floor in front of you. You want to help but your mind has gone blank, its like you're glitching, you can't move, you feel sheer panic...

🐻 The sight of the blood is whats made you so helpless and you feel your knees begin to wobble as the noise of the market and the crowd fades out, like someone turning the volume and the lights down all at once.

🐻 But when you faint you don't fall all the way to the floor. Alfie catches you, wraps his big arms around your body and lifts you up so that he can carry you to safety. Away from the fighting.

🐻 When you come round you have your head resting on his coat in his lap, he's sitting on the floor behind one of the market stalls, the two of you hidden from the view of anybody else

🐻 When you recognise him you're scared but not for very long. He holds his finger to his lip to shush you and then, with his other hand strokes his fingers over your hair.

🐻 "Reckon you don't like blood very much do you poppet... See you saw some right and you went all pale yeah... When i saw you go all pale i thought that girls gonna faint ain't she, and well, luckily for you i caught you and bought you here to safety..."

🐻 So he's always known about your fear, about how sensitive you are to it too. He's had you faint at the sight of your own finger pricked on a needle before...

🐻 But hes always lovely to you about it, ever so caring a gentle. He really dotes on you and has never snapped at you or insulted you for your fear.

🐻 He likes the excuse to take care of you and be soft with you, to be protective over you. If someone at the factory hurts themselves Alfie will put his hands over your eyes so you can't see and walk you carefully to his office, talking to you gently and reassuring.

🐻 If you injure yourself and start bleeding he'll make you close your eyes and lean back against his chest until he can lower you to safety and patch you up himself.

🐻 And if he's injured he won't give you the opportunity to try and help, his first command to anyone will be "Fuckin make sure y/n isn't around... Don't let her see this mess alright, she don't need to see this mess..."

🐻 He will be so soft with you when you are injured yourself, calling you a brave girl, kissing your forhead. And whenever you get upset or question why he likes you when youre clearly "pathetic being scared of blood and dating a gangster..." he'll get all serious and a little bit gruff telling you never to say things like that.

Arthur

🍂 Oo bestie this ones gonna be rough

🍂 Arthur is literally always getting into fights, he can't keep himself out of trouble no matter how hard he tries.

🍂 So he's always coming home covered in blood. Most of the time, when he's been fighting at the boxing gym, his brothers have done their best to clean him up before you can see him.

🍂 So the first time he realises how much blood effects you, he's shocked by it.

🍂 You were all out drinking at the Garrison, the mood was carefree and you were sitting in Arthurs lap.

🍂 But when a fight breaks out despite the blinders efforts to keep a clean evening, Arthur is the first to stand up. You slip from his lap and watch in horror as he smashes a glass down hard on the troublemakers face, challenging anyone else in the room to fight him.

🍂 The sight of blood gushing free and dark down this strangers face leaves you shaking like a leaf, your insides scrunching up, your head suddenly light and aching as your vision grows faded and then suddenly dark.

🍂 When you come to your ears are ringing and your head is resting in Ada's lap. She has a cool rag held to your forehead and is being careful to tend to you.

🍂 When your eyes flutter open you remember everything and feel a little sick, you're embarrassed of course, a peaky girl fainting at the sight of blood? How ridiculous. More than that though you're worried about your Arthur.

🍂 "Where's..." you start but before you can finish he's at your side in seconds, on his knees holding your hands in his.

🍂 "I'm so sorry love didn't mean to scare you, didn't mean to frighten you darlin..." he's so apologetic and gentle with you.

🍂 From then on he'd really try to control his temper, especially around you. It wont always work and there will be plenty of times just like the first, but he will try his best to keep the violence to a minimum

🍂 In front of you that is anyway...

🍂 The fighting won't stop but he will be much more careful about coming home with blood on his clothes. He'll stop by his brothers house to wash and change his shirt on the way home. He'll never set foot in front of you with blood on him if he can help it.

🍂 He will be so protective of you too, if anyone ever questions why he's with a girl who's so bothered by blood he'll tell them to shut their mouth and threaten them. If his brothers tease him about it he'll skip the threats and cut straight to thumping them.

🌼 Could tell you were a little "soft" right from the first time he met you. Your aversion to the violence in his life was one of the reasons he'd gone soft on you.

🌼 You were so different in that sense from every other aspect of his life

🌼 So the first time you fainted he wasn't surprised exactly, in fact he was kind of ready to catch you.

🌼 He's only really surprised by the way in which it all comes around. He'd always done his best to hide any bad injuries from you, keep you as far away from the violence of the blinders as best he can.

🌼 But he had always presumed it would be the injuries of one of his brothers that youd see... Not one of his own (because hes cocky, hes never expecting he'll get hurt)

🌼 He wasn't counting on getting shot, wasn't counting on you being so determined to help him... He'd tried to tell his brothers not to tell you he was hurt

🌼 But you burst in there practically fighting with tommy to let you help him... The only thing is the second you see John with blood seeping and staining his white shirt, all the fight in you drains away and you don't know what to do...

🌼 Johns stood up in an instant, rushing to your side, his arm snaking around your waist protectively.

🌼 "S'alright flower I'm alright, you're gonna be alright," he murmurs to you as you feel your head go heavy, your ears ringing. He's the last thing your hear and the first thing you hear too because he doesnt leave your side the whole time youre out.

🌼 His brothers fix him up and Polly lectures him about putting himself in harms way...

🌼 Whenever anyone goes to make a comment about you he shuts them up before they can say a word.

🌼 "Don't fuckin say it, i know what you're thinking but don't you dare fuckin say it... Y/n's a sweet girl, shes a good girl... She's not used to all this shit and thats a fucking good thing..." hes so defensive of you that no ones going to try and argue with him.

🌼 He will be very cautious in future to keep you as far from the peaky violence as he can. If you ever cut yourself at home he'll be with you in a heartbeat always ready to reassure you and comfort you, and catch you if he needs to.

Bonnie

🍀 Rather than get caught out you end up having to admit it to him, its embarrassing honestly, you feel like youre confessing this awful stupid dirty secret and you're scared hes going to think so much less of you afterwards.

🍀 You end up having to confess because for the whole time youve been his girl, you havent been to a single one of his fights... You want to, you really wish you could go and support him, but youre just too scared

🍀 Because you know he'll be a bloody mess by the end of the fight and you know you won't be able to handle it

🍀 So every time he has a fight coming up you manage to come up with an excuse not to go, or you manage to disappear into the woodlands for a few days on some "errand"

🍀 But after awhile this starts to worry bonnie, hes upset you dont want to support him and he ends up thinking its because you dont like that hes a fighter, he thinks youre scared of him

🍀 So one day he confronts you and you get so awkward. You actually do consider running away from him... In the end you just cry though, apologising over and over and trying to reassure you it isnt him youre scared of

🍀 When you finally tell him you feel so pathetic and embarrassed.... "if youre going to laugh at me get it over with already Bonnie," you say trying to be brave and pretend you don't care

🍀 But bonnie just shakes his head, smiling because hes relieved you don't hate him and arent scared of him... And also because he can't believe that this was your big secret.

🍀"Why would i laugh at you for something like that eh little dove?" he'd hug you and kiss your cheek, play with your hair and probably enjoy how shy you got... Then he'd reassure you he doesn't think youre stupid for being bothered by the sight of blood.

🍀 He makes an agreement with you, you don't watch his fights but you do promise to come and wish him good luck in the changing rooms before he goes out into the ring.

🍀 He will always be understanding and careful with you and, theres lots of opportunity for bloody injuries at the camp what with the hunting they do and all the sharp knives they have... So he'll be extra careful in future to keep the risk of injury to a minimum... And if there does happen to be one and theres a lot of blood, he will be by your side in a second to reassure you, telling you to close your eyes and focus on his voice.

🍀 He'll tell you a little story to distract you or sing to you, or tickle you... Anything really to distract you and make you forget what you've seen.

🍀 After you've come round from a fainting spell he'll make you an irish tea (idk if thats what you call them everywhere else in the world but i mean normal tea with like, a thimble of whiskey stirred in) its the perfect rememdy.

🍀 If you decide you want to stop fainting at the sight of blood he will very cautiously try to help you with that, but he will always be worried about pressuring you or you pushing yourself too far so he will be a little timid to help.

Isaiah

🐀 He'll probably be surprised when you faint at the sight of blood because you will have done a very very good job of putting on the fearless umbothered act around the rough boy.

🐀 Isaiah is such a "bad boy" that you would be convinced he would think less of you if he found out about your difficulty with blood... So youd do your best to hide it and also to convince him that you weren't scared of anything... You were just as bad as him

🐀 Of course when youre dating a peaky boy there's only so long you can keep an act like that up before you get caught out

🐀And its your own fucking fault... You accidentally break a glass and cut yourself on it when youre drunk at the Garrison.

🐀 Everyone youre with just laughs and takes the piss but you struggle to laugh along, looking down at your hand and the bloody line the glass has drawn across your palm.

🐀Isaiah would roll his eyes, chuckling along with his pals, also taking the piss but trying to help you too. "Alright reckon thats a sign if ever i saw one, alright you lets get you home before you do anymore damage..." hes being cheeky, wrapping your hand in a rag promising to sort it out properly when youre home.

🐀You manage to hold it together for all of five seconds but the moment you stand up to join him in leaving the pub, your body gives way beneath you and you collapse into his arms.

🐀He'd be stunned, thinking you weren't anywhere near drunk enough to have passed out on him

🐀It probably takes him a moment to work it out but when he does he decides to run with the "drunk" story to all your friends, realising youve obviously been hiding this fear of yours for a reason.

🐀When you come round he's carrying you home back to his place, has you bundled up in his arms and is singing a little song under his breath.

🐀"Shit," you murmur as you open your eyes, you can feel the stinging in your hand and it reminds you what happened.

🐀"Not as tough as you make out eh mousey?" he asks you, his voice kind and teasing rather than cruel.

🐀Youd be embarrassed trying to make up an excuse trying to pretend but Isaiah would just chuckle and tell you not to lie... "Whatre you embarrassed for darlin? So you don't like blood its no big deal? I hate the stuff me... Makes a right mess of everything doesn't it..."

🐀He'd try to make jokes to make you feel better about it

🐀He'd definitely tease you about the fact you pretended to be such a tough girl for so long just to impress him.

🐀Will remind you you don't need to try and impress him.

Michael

☘️ Honestly he understands it? The sight of blood makes him feel a bit sick sometimes too, especially after the injuries hes seen on himself and his cousins... Sometimes the sight of blood makes him feel faint and all

☘️So he has a lot of sympathy for you, and hes lowkey glad youre not as unfeeling and desensitised as the Shelby women he knows.

☘️ He can tell you're going to faint by looking at you and will always make sure hes by your side to ease you down to the floor/chair/bed/wherever

☘️ He won't let anyone say a word to you about your fear, he won't let anyone say a bad word about you ever but especially not about this. He's very protective of you.

☘️ "At least shes got a fuckin heart eh tommy... Least she still knows it ain't a good thing to bleed."

☘️He makes sure you never come round alone, waits by your side, holds a cold cloth to your forhead, will get you water, whiskey, tea whatever you need...

☘️ He will never let you put yourself down about it either, if ever you express disdain for yourself over the fainting, he'll immediately correct you.

☘️ "don't say that darling, it doesn't make you weak just cause you don't like to see blood... Who does like to see blood eh? It ain't a normal thing for a woman to like is it..."

☘️ Lots of forehead kisses to comfort you before and after you've fainted.

☘️ Sometimes his cousins tell him he's too soft on you, that they think its stupid he's dating a woman who couldn't even stomach stitching him up if he got shot, they'll tell him he needs to help you get over your fear, but he won't let them bully him or you...

☘️ Of course he would support you if you wanted to try and get over the fear you have, but he'd never suggest it to you, it would need to be your own idea.. He wouldn't want to make you feel like you need fixing because you don't.

#bonnie gold x reader #peaky blinders imagines #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders imagine

[pianocat939]

Unjust Punishment: Prologue

I love 2nd person, and no one can do anything about it-

Summary: Art block is a bitch, and your dumb self went out to the woods to paint a few landscapes. But of course, some crazy things happen *ahem* feral horse *ahem*, and you end up nowhere near where you were.

Tw: implied attempted murder, attempted beheading, MC gets so tired they're a bit delirious

Word Count: 1.1 K

Taglist: @dewdropthesimp @msvanillabean (Inbox or comment if you want to be added-)

This mountain fucking sucks. You aren't at all an active person, but this is just pure torture; scaling up the path while your ankles are halfway dead. At least you could see the top now, maybe another 15 more minutes of pain.

Finally, after reaching the top, there's a feeling of relaxation. No more coughing and wheezing like someone with Tuberculosis. You turn to admire the view before you: every tree top, every bird, and every bush. It simply maybe was worth your struggle. The sight is wonderful and gives great inspiration to your clouded mind.

Being an avid landscape painter, you had a fair share of going on different trips to paint the view. But this time around, a block had been in your way, and you haven't been able to wave the brush like you usually could. So what better than to spend a few days on the mountain, and paint whatever you see? It's a truly great method to pull you out of the entangles of no creativity.

You settle your luggage somewhere, only taking your easel and canvas. After setting up the items, you dig around for your paints, finding them shoved into the bottom bag. Vermilion, Prussian Blue, that ugly bastard yellow that no one likes but is also crucial for shadows...You have them all.

You take out a pencil and do a rough sketch of the landforms of the scenery before taking a light blue and painting over the entire canvas as the initial background. Soon, you start filling in each leaf and blade of grass, making dots and sharp strokes. Your mind turns blank, as concentration fills your head in a heavy, but empty void.

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Once the sun sets, you set up your sleeping site in a rush. You were so concentrated on your painting you forgot you're in the fucking woods with a bunch of feral creatures lurking around. Fortunately, you actually practiced once or twice getting everything ready and managed to finish in record time.

By the time it's nightfall, you're still not quite ready to sleep, so you laze around on your phone, scrolling through your latest interests. You oddly felt calm, despite being in an unfamiliar place, alone. The isolation didn't feel foreign, if anything, it was nice compared to your hectic life.

That is until you hear a neigh. You know your animal sounds. That was a horse. Confused more than ever, you glanced out the makeshift, plastic window. There was in fact a horse. You could only see its hooves, but you could tell it was a gigantic horse. Its black legs and honed clipper-clapper hooves are a bit intimidating.

Then, the horse started to dash, at full speed.

In sudden panic, you took your phone and ran, out the exit. You didn't want to be squashed by a feral horse! After reaching the outside, you head for the nearby path, carefully skidding on the downhill parts. The horse was still running after you, and it freaked you out. Equinophobia was so real. As soon as the path was flat, you turned your direction into a zig-zag formation, trying to confuse the horse.

When you passed a tall pine tree, an object came flying at you, barely missing your head. You felt your heart stop, and your mind go blank for a split second. It was an axe. A fucking axe. First the feral horse, and now flying axes? Your night just went from peaceful to an absolute murder chase. You were basically running on adrenaline and nothing else as you dashed.

The moon illuminated the surface, bright and shining in a silvery colour. If it weren't for the fact you're trying not to collapse and freak out, you would have found the moon another lovely view to paint. Now that your frazzled mind leads back to awareness, exhaustion is really kicking in. You can't even hear the clapping of the horse's hooves anymore. In a desperate attempt at security, you leave the route, sitting on the nearby grass within the shadow of the trees.

You're already witnessing some stereotypical horror story not even five hours in. At least you didn't have to call the emergency number. Maybe in an hour, you can wander back to your settlement and go back home. You missed your bed; your wonderful bed.

"Hey...Are you ok?" A distant voice called, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You blinked and glanced behind your shoulder, deciding whether the voice was a threat, or not. It didn't sound hostile in fact, it felt familiar. Like someone you knew. You stood up, the slight ache in your knees more prominent than ever.

"Are you lost? Hurt?"

You slowly climbed the hill, eyes wide in curiosity as you approached to the source of the voice. You weren't lost or hurt, but something strange and eerie about the calling made you want to see the person behind it. You heaved yourself up the hill, using your abilities to your best. You aren't an athlete, nor an athletic person. You're a painter for fucks sake.

After a few moments, you call out, responding to the message, "Hello? Is someone up here?" You don't know exactly what you were doing, but you hoped for the best. The scare you had earlier made your heart crave comfort. This stranger probably just had a similar voice to someone you knew, but in a way, your body automatically wanted to go towards it. You notice a figure through the thin silhouettes of the trees. Your pace picked up a bit as you waddled through the grass.

The person turned their head, making a lovely smile. They were in a perfect pose, sitting on a spacious boulder underneath the moonlight. The sight was almost like a perfect shot from a movie. Your eyes picked up the shade of Rouge painted across their lips. The deep red highlighted their features nicely.

But in a flash, the person disappeared. Before you could even utter a word, your body tumbles back down the hill; bumping into every rock and twig in sight. It was painful at every impact. Your spine and head pounding terribly. What had happened? You couldn't muster any thoughts. All you could remember was the image of the lipstick.

You landed on the flat ground not long after. You're too exhausted, too out of it to bother sitting up. You just mindlessly stare at the sky, a few twinkling stars laughing upon your pitiful state. Wow, the phrase "Karma is a bitch" has never been more apparent than ever in your life. You should have listened to your close ones about not going out to the wilderness alone. Well, what could you do? You hoped no serial killer would hunt you down. You're tired. You need sleep. Getting murdered can happen another day for you.

You close your eyes...

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WOWWW I ACTUALLY GOT SOMETHING DONE FOR ONCE-

Literally this is probably more confusing and disorganized than it is logical, but hey- my little brain tried lmao

Originally, I was gonna make this a much longer part, (as in including Mikey's introduction) but because of how busy my weekend turned out I had to cut it short.

Fun fact: all the weird shit that goes on in this part is a foreshadowing of the upcoming weirdos haha- I'm so smart /sarc

Well- that's all I got for now. Goodbye world as I turn dead for a whole week and come back to life later-

- Celina

#rottmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere x reader #rottmnt x reader #yandere tmnt #tmnt x reader #yandere #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #bullshitting is so real homie

[simverses]

Blowtorch, updated for EP 15

Maxi's worlds emptied of era specific stuff – made for simmers who wants themed hoods of their choice.

Now updated for EP 15 - For Rent

So, you found T.O.O.L, the super useful mod by Twisted Mexi, and learned how to decorate your sim world.

But there is this problem with Maxis houses and items, which do NOT fit in your sim world. So far, the most used method has been to hide them, as in either move them away (if even possible) from sight or use a hider/override to make them invisible. That method has its limits, is very tedious (need to find, make an override, ect. , and there are SO MANY items)

Blowtorch has another approach. It takes out the items (houses, vehicles, modern deco, well - all silly deco really) from the world. You can then place nicer deco or game items instead.

The items are not hidden from catalogue, so you can place the same items back but in a different place if you so wish. Or use cc deco. Make the world medieval, or Victorian, or sci-fi, or whatever.

HOW DOES THIS WORK?

This mod edits the preloaded deco in the world. It changes game files – and the changes will affect all your saves, old and new. If you decide that you want the deco back, you can do it either with the GAME REPAIR function or using the backup of the original folders that I included in the mods folders.

You can either use all my edited files – or the ones you want. If you for example want Willow Creek to be as it always has, but want a blowtorched Oasis Springs, just delete the Willow Creek files before installation, and keep Oasis Springs.

I have blowtorched almost all the hoods in the worlds, both EP and GP: s (See list below for exceptions.) If you don’t have all EP/GP I recommend to delete the ones you don’t have before installing.

(Save the zip with the mod somewhere safe so you can add new worlds when you add a new EP/GP with a world.)

Here are some general rules I went by:

- All landmarks, architecture deco, street deco, vehicles, with special effects - blowtorched

- Functional objects: outside tables, playground items, and such – blowtorched. Place them again where you want them!

- All lights, both streetlights and built in hood lights, blowtorched.

- All palm trees, ever pink trees, wispy modern beeches, and other modern plants, blowtorched. (I of course kept the palm trees in Sulani and Selvadorada)

- ALMOST ALL THESE THINGS (not the built in lights) are still available in the catalog (debug, live edit) items though. So, if you still want a modern, but DIFFERENT hood, you can place them again, as you want them. This is a big advantage compared to hiders – those usually hide the items also from the catalogue.

- Visual effects belonging to vehicles and other stuff mentioned above, blowtorched. No modern yachts, no airplanes.

- The lights are gone. The world will be dark at night if you don’t place streetlights or such.

WHAT I KEPT

I kept the seasons stalls, where they are available (if you have the Seasons EP.) They can also be placed, but as they are in conditional layers (changes with the seasons) this can't be done by placing them manually.

I kept all spawners. All the fishing spots and all the bugs, frogs, dig sites, wild growing plants.

Lighting mod included

This mod also includes the Sunblind lighting mod by Softerhaze. Lighting mods also change these files, so I added Sunblind with the creator's permission. Read more about their mod here.

This updated version includes the update from Softerhaze after EP 15. It includes EP-15 files but they also updated changes to EP3 and EP9. All are included with my new update. 

https://softerhaze.itch.io/sunblind?download Read more here!

(You do not need to download or install the mod; it is included in the Blowtorch mod.)

If you want another lighting mod or no lighting mod, you need to edit the files manually.

This is done by replacing the resources “Sky Box Texture Data” and “World Timeline Color”.

ECO LIFESTYLE NOTE!

Unfortunately the Evergreen Harbor world that came with Eco Lifestyle (EP 9) has some special evil magic and the deco needs hiders anyway. If you play with that world and want it to be BLOWTORCHED, install the file ELHoodHidersMerged in your Mods folder.

Other recommended mods:

Check out T.O.O.L and Twisted Mexis other mods here: https://twistedmexi.com/Mods/

To add deco stuff outside lots:

T.O.O.L – at Tmexis page you also find information about his CAW-project, still in alpha testing.

I also recommend his Better Build/Buy mod, and his toggle mods, especially the Strangerville Story Toggle on if you want to use Strangerville as a normal world. And also his that enabled build/buy on the Secret Lab lot – in new saves.

Zerbu has a couple of super useful mods:

All Worlds are Residential https://zerbu.tumblr.com/post/173398784785/the-sims-4-mod-all-worlds-are-residential

Venue changes https://zerbu.tumblr.com/post/160347810775/the-sims-4-mod-venue-changes

Twelfth Doctor has a great mod for travelling to all the hidden/special lots, so you can edit them: https://td1sims.tumblr.com/post/635457539495084032/travel-to-venue

Q&A about Blowtorch mod

1. Can I use this on my old saves?

Answer: Yes. The mod does not affect the saves, or your CC, or anything other than the game files in the Windows directory. You can easily uninstall the mod by using the backup files (included) or do a Game Repair.

2. Why are there stuff not deleted? Annoying modern fences in Windenburg Ugly Modern Business district, for example?

Answer: some items are a part of the world mesh and is not yet possible to edit. If there will be a solution later, I will update the mod.

3. Will I have to update the mod after patches and new expansions?

Answer: Yes. If the patch/ep/GP does not include a new world, you just reinstall the mod (see instructions below) as you installed it the first time. I will make updated versions asap when new worlds are released.

4. I don’t have EP X or Y – can I use the Blowtorch mod?

Answer: Yes, but I recommend deleting the folders for EP/GP you don’t have. See list in the PDF-file with documentation.

Where to find nice themed hood deco to use with Blowtorch?

You can basically use any item, from game or CC, to decorate hoods. Try out the options with T.O.O.L to change the size of objects!

I already posted some Hood Deco CC – and I have much more to come. I have been converting/editing/creating and preparing hood deco from Sims Medieval, Sims 2 and Sims 3 and other games – my CC is medieval/historical themed but I hope for other creators to add to the hood deco options in the future.

Note: I know its confusing with all the files to download, due to the upload limits. In short: The Backup files - you don't DO anything with them, if you don't want to uninstall the mod. You can also use Repair game in Origin/EA App, it does the same thing.

If you have difficulties with the installation, please DM me and I will help.

My Empty Save File - Start Fresh!

I also updated my Empty Save to include Tomarang. A totally empty save with no houses and no sims besides my lonely builder sim.

Download Blowtorch here (SimsFileShare)

Download Simverses Empty Save here (Curseforge)

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