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ask-north · 4 months
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Finn: I'm really starting to wish those things would let me have something to do while I'm in there. Maybe a game or book... Heck, I'd even settle for a sudoku puzzle at this point! Finn: It just gets so boring floating around after a while.
✧ After a short moment of dusting herself off Finn eagerly began to look around in excitement. Just as North was about to start explaining the situation she was cut off by Finn's overly enthusiastic shouting.
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✧ North only gave a sigh, shaking her head in disappointment. ✧ This day was just getting even more exhausting by the minute, it seemed like the more Pokemon she introduced the more tired she became.
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North: Finn... I've never even had a Pokemon battle before. I don't know why you keep assuming we're going to fight someone every time I let you out.
✧ The Dewott looked suddenly disappointed at the reality.
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✧ As the otter placed her shells back in their proper places, Atlas gave a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he didn't want to fight a tiny otter who was clearly at a disadvantage. ✧ They obviously didn't know what Pokemon types were, if they did why would they challenge such an obvious electric type?
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✧ Atlas' ears instantly perked up, he seemed very confused, didn't she just try to fight him? And now she was trying to shake his hand? This was something new, different and definitely not a proper truce gesture. ✧ Confused and unsure how to proceed the Zeraora nervously held out his hand as well, not quite meeting for a handshake but rather hovering his hand close to hers.
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Atlas: {Ummm… Am I doing this right?} Atlas: {I really don't think that is the proper gesture for a truce, Isn't this a greeting-only gesture? Are our hands supposed to touch? I'm a bit confused.}
✧ Finn instantly backed up in surprise.
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✧ North once again sighed, of course, no one ever listened to her, did they? Not even her own Pokemon.
→ Finn Volans profile has been unlocked! She will now be available for questions alongside the others. → North seems to be exhausted, she might be a little less lively.
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whatinthe-greenbeans · 3 months
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If you put me and @pyxy-styx in a trenchcoat we’d make almost a whole brain cell
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MEET THE 119TH CLONE SQUADRON
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The 119th Attack Squadron is perhaps the most chaotic, ragtag bunch of soldiers fighting in the Clone War. Made up of eight fresh-out-of-training shinies who were all desperate to prove themselves in their own ways, a corporal with a slightly maniacal laugh and a penchant for violence, and a battle-hardened sergeant and medic who were betrayed by the Jedi general they used to serve under, this mixed group of clone troopers was destined from the beginning to be a challenge for any Jedi assigned to lead them.
Apollo Eupheria was fairly certain he was not cut out to be that Jedi. For the Force’s sake, he was only a Knight, not a Master, and he’d been working in the Temple Library when the Council had suddenly decided to “grant” him command of a unit. Admittedly he had gotten some training from Master Kenobi on battle techniques and how to properly lead a clone unit, so it wasn’t like the Council was throwing him in blind, but he was far from stupid. He knew the main reason they were doing this was because of his old Master, because they felt bad about how horrifically she’d died and how grief-stricken he had clearly been about it. Sure, he did have some pretty significant skill in the Force (not nearly on Anakin Skywalker’s level, but he was good), but that didn’t change the fact that the Council’s main motivation had been pity, and he hated that.
Still, no matter what the Jedi Council was thinking when they decided to give Apollo command of the 119th, he is now responsible for all of them: Corporal Ripper, with his terrifying fighting style and only slightly less terrifying laugh; Makeshift, who delights in pulling pranks that make his brothers furious; Verbal, who lives up to his name with his quick wit and endless ramblings; Pyxis, the new squadron’s long-suffering medic who can never decide if he loves his brothers or wants to kill them out of exasperation; Seeker, the squadron’s sniper with a keen eye for targets and whoever won’t punch him in the face for flirting; Nim, the freshest one of the bunch off Kamino, who would much rather be painting than going to battle; the self-named “twins,” Sunbeam and Raindrop, who live up to their names fairly well; Whisper, the mostly-silent one who has been through a mysterious trauma none but he and Pyxis know about; Slim, the always-hearty, ever-loyal solider and brother who is always ready with a loud tavern ballad; and, most confusing of all, Sergeant Shadow, Apollo’s second-in-command, who refuses to trust another Jedi after his and Pyxis’s former general betrayed the Republic and nearly killed them, but whose amber eyes make Apollo unable to look away any time he looks into them.
And so there is the 119th Squadron - a group of absolute disasters, bonded together by duty, brotherhood, and the horrors of galactic warfare. Apollo is still completely unsure how he is ever supposed to properly lead these men, but as the Clone War rages and more and more danger comes to light on both sides of it, he will ultimately learn quickly how to keep his batch of courageous idiots alive, form a sort of odd little family with these men he would trust with his life… and possibly fall in love with his amber-eyed sergeant in the process.
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Tagging @loverswillowed!!
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meenah · 2 years
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i truly don't know if people are aware the reason the peixes Brazilian headcanon is as popular as it is is because peixes is just portuguese please some of the notes from that pronunciation post did psychic damage on me
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melodraamaa-sims · 2 years
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Heyo, my name is Pyxis I use hx/hxm nyx/nyxs pronouns.
I am a hcdid system, and I am transramcoa, I've been through a lot of abuse through my life and it has never felt bad enough for as bad as my mental health is. I struggle a lot with accepting a lot of it and only just got away from my abusers a few years ago.
I am not here to give details of my abuse. I'm not here to harass people nor do I endorse abuse of any kind without consent.
I just want a space to more accept what did happen to me and finally process it.
I will block liberally and no even indulge on stupid petty bullshit so please don't bring that here. Thank you.
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eaeulfl · 5 months
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By the time I finished season 2 my character tiers were:
1. Jean and Sasha were tied for first
2. I still liked armin but the gap between first place and second place was quite big
3. Connie/Levi/Erwin
4. Eren
5. Hange/Pyxis were ahead of the rest by only a little
6. The rest
I think it’s possible Sasha might’ve been in first place on her own if she had been given more scenes both in season 1 and in season 2. I also feel like Jean barely appeared in season 2 compared to several others but at least he had a decent amount of screen time in season 1. I wish Connie appeared more too
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hosharambles · 6 months
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My reaction to Episodes 10&11 of Attack on Titan is finally premiering on YouTube! Sorry for the long wait! I was very sick for more than a week and couldn't edit nor film anything, unfortunately...
Luckily, I'm almost back to normal by now, so crunch-crunch-crunch it is! Hope you enjoy this installment!
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chocobox · 6 months
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erwin and levi's horrific little dynamic and erwin smith's identity as a villain is such an underrated aspect of aot. even after he died he couldn't stop hurting people. heinous ass man. no sacrifice will ever change what he did, and he knew that.
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pyxisfelixhaven · 11 months
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a constellation in the making;; an ARR retelling
"A Warrior of Light is not born, they are made through both the simplest and toughest of trials that the world has set upon their shoulders; even if they have not realised it yet."
An ARR retelling through the eyes of Pyxis Felixhaven, an Au Ra White Mage-to-be. Updates will most likely be infrequent but please feel free to have a read along the beginnings of an adventure!
Read here!
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ask-north · 1 year
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-> North has arrived!
✧ A strange pokemon has fallen from the sky, they stand before you and Atlas. They seem quite cheerful!
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Atlas: {Thank you for allowing me to stand before one of the keepers.}
Atlas: {I am Pyxis, Atlas Pyxis. I'm sure my superiors told you I might be visiting you and asking if you'll consider allowing me to stay in your universe.}
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North: {I really hope I you understood me before, seems like you did, I had no idea you spoke unown I didn't get to read why you were here! I was in such a rush to get here I just glanced over it.}
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North: {No need for speaking in English if you can't I'm pretty fluent in it, so I can understand!}
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North: {My mom actually speaks in it most of the time I talk to her, I have her to thank for it! It does come in handy a lot!!}
North: {Sorrryy! I'm getting off-topic... I really need to check why you're actually here. Ummmm let's see...}
-> North needs a moment to think... The next part will be posted soon.
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whatinthe-greenbeans · 3 months
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Whenever I’m mad at someone I pretend that I run them over with my subpar driving skills
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hantamago · 1 year
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Pyxis face details UPDATED FOR INFANTS
I really enjoy their face details so I decided to update the skin detail and face paint packages for infants. You can replace the packages if you already have them.
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seeingivy · 11 months
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elevated heart rates 
levi ackerman x f!reader
levi’s a mind reader and you’re a love expert 
content: grad student levi, brain researchers, nile being a weirdo freak (sorry yall), mentions of drinking, levi is shirtless at one point, reader has claustrophobia 
an: started my big girl brain research fellowship today. hence - brain jargon and GRAD STUDENT LEVI
The room is small - the nineteen of you cramming into the small space of the conference room. You’re located directly at the front, sitting next to your advisor, Dot Pyxis. A leading expert in the field, one of the first neuroscientists you had met at a conference when you were a freshman in college. 
You saw it - the way his eyes lighted up, the way he was stumbling over his words because he was so excited to explain what he did everyday that you wanted that. To be that excited about something. And here you were, sitting next to him about to make it happen. 
You moved to Marley two months ago for this very moment. Your first day at the Brain Consortium - one of the best neuroscience research labs in the country, led by Pyxis himself. He was going to co-advise your thesis, guide you into becoming an expert in the field. Unlike any other, this lab was barely limited to one field, instead equipped with researchers from many different departments, the projects, the papers entirely interdisciplinary. 
There was no other place like it. You can feel your hands shaking as you hand over your hard drive, your presentation loaded on to it. Pyxis had explained it all - there were weekly lab meetings where everyone came together, presenting their research. Everyone gave feedback, asked questions to help further expand and build on the projects. 
And it was your turn. On your very first day, you were expected to explain. What you were going to research, what you were going to contribute, what you were excited about. 
It’s fucking nerve wracking. Pyxis stands up, giving you one last shoulder squeeze, before introducing everyone in the lab to you. He points everyone out - the other assistant professors, post-doctoral researchers, and the other PhD students. 
“Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Petra Ral, and Nile Dok. The other PhD students. I want the five of you to give her a tour of the lab after.” 
They all nod, a few of them giving you encouraging smiles as you start. Pyxis turns to you, taking your seat at the table as you take the pointer in your hands, starting your presentation. 
“Right. Um, I’m F/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you all. I, um, completed my undergraduate studies at Shiganshina University. I got a b-bachelors in applied neuroscience and computational biology. I’ll be presenting my thesis project pr-proposal.” 
You hate this shit. You’re stuttering over your words and they’re all staring back, completely uninterested in your work. The PhD students in front of you aren’t even taking you seriously - the girl with glasses nearly stumbling off her chair from sliding around on it and the guy with dark black, grey steely eyes more interested in his cup of fucking tea than what you were talking about. 
“Right, so. My project aims to study interoceptive signals - like heartbeat, respiration cycles, blood pressure - and use them to predict and decode intentions. These small biomarkers, entirely unconscious to us, are consistent during decision making, unbeknownst to us. We can exploit that - to understand higher level cognition.” 
You’ve got their attention - you can tell. This is always the easy part, drawing them in - the woman from before stopped sliding on her chair, instead leaning forward with her eyes shining at your slides, the guy with the tea momentarily flickering his eyes up to the screen. 
“You can use it to predict how people act, how they feel. Especially for something like heart rate, which is what I want to focus on, you can understand so many things - anxiety, stress, companionship, sexual attraction, romance.” 
You see one of the PhD students murmur under his breath, interrupting you in your stead. Nile, they said his name was. 
“So you want to be a…love expert?” 
The entire room laughs, giving you smiles as you continue on. You give him a smile, responding. 
“I guess you could say that.” 
You continue on - highlighting how the brain regulates these signals, what equipment you’ll be using to record all of it. 
They clap when you’re done. Success. 
 - 
You feel fully settled into the lab, a few months later. You’ve decorated your tiny cubicle, directly in the middle with the other PhD students, with a few knick knacks - a picture of you and your best friend, a tiny little green figurine your parents gifted you, and a rack for your headphones. 
You’re located in the section with the other PhD students, who are…interesting. 
On the first day, they lead you to take the cubicle directly next to Hange, which you realized was a bad idea. Because they set you up. Hange’s a biochemist - doing research on the brain tissue at the molecular level, trying to understand how glioblastomas progress. Meaning - they’re always playing with chemicals at their desk, sometimes too lazy to walk over to the lab, which leads to some interesting smells and…smokes in your area. 
They never get in trouble, because Erwin and Petra always come to save the day. They’re both leading policy experts, studying volition and decision making in hopes to use in applications to the law and judicial systems. Figuring out why criminals commit crimes, using it for to serve justice. They cover up the evidence, distract Pyxis and Shadis, and talk their way out of it on Hange’s behalf. 
And that leaves Nile, who isn’t particularly your favorite. He’s a bit hard to get along with, not exactly personable per say. He’s researching microdosing and addiction - trying to figure out how we can manipulate medicines or drugs into being more or less addictive. 
You almost forgot about him. Levi, who's currently leading you to the MRI room on the other side of the building. Definitely the most intriguing of all of your colleagues - using transcranial brain stimulation to decode intentions. In less jargony terms, he read minds. 
He puts the decisions made on the tests into algorithms, correcting it until the machines can predict the decisions being made perfectly - that can be applied to anyone, not just singular participants. He’s coding human thought into machines. And doing it successfully. 
Levi’s quiet, perplexing, and intelligent. An enigma. He’s stood out to you, more than anyone else, for the simple reason that he’s the only one who doesn’t want to talk to you. Hange invites you out for drinks, Petra introduced you to her boyfriend, Erwin bought you a birthday present even though you didn’t tell anyone it was your birthday, and Nile asked you on a date (which you obviously declined). 
But Levi doesn’t care. You don’t either, but it does intrigue you at times. Why he’s so quiet, so closed off, what he’s always doing on his laptop, who he texts on his breaks. This was the first time you were alone with him - getting roped into participating in his newest study. 
“Newbie has to do it.” 
“Do what, Hange?” 
“Levi likes to experiment on all of our brains. You’ve never done it and he needs someone, so we’re volunteering you.” 
Hange and Erwin pull you up by the wrists, all but pushing you out of the conference room into Levi’s cubicle, where you almost trip and fall over him. He looks up - already deeply uninterested with the three of you standing in his space - as he removes his hands from his keyboard. 
“What, brats?” 
“I’m not participating. She is. Take her away!” 
He looks between the three of you, clearly unamused with how nonchalant Hange was being about the whole thing, as they knocked over Levi’s stack of books on the floom. They nearly shake his entire frame in their hands as they thanked him profusely for not making them participate. 
Erwin picks up the stack of books - somehow shuffling them all out of order as Levi gets even more frustrated - shooing the two of them out of his space. After successfully removing them, you and Levi walk towards the MRI room, all the way across the building, in silence. 
When you get there, he taps his hand on the platform, signaling for you to sit on it. You obediently follow, still not uttering an entire word. You watch him mill around the room - pressing switches, using the intercom to communicate with the operator, turning the lights off. 
“Wearing any metal?” 
“My necklace. I’ll take it off.” 
You reach up, awkwardly fumbling with the clasp as he watches you, his hands pressed to his sides as he waits. You’re not sure what it is - how sweaty your hands are, the way he’s looking at you, awkwardly waiting for you to finish - but you can’t get the clasp off, your hold shaking behind your hair. 
“I can help you.” 
You meekly nod, getting off the platform. Before you can, he reaches forward, his slender hands gathering your hair before placing them across the side to your shoulder. You feel his knuckles against your nape, quickly unlatching the necklace and fixing your hair back into place. 
“I’ll hold it for you.” 
You get back onto the platform, lying flat, as Levi uses the intercom to signal to Armin, one of the undergraduate students who worked in the MRI building. You can feel the platform sliding you into the tube and you suddenly feel it. 
Your claustrophobia. Every horrible thought you can imagine is running through your head as the machine starts whirring, your heart pounding in your chest. An earthquake - the machine would crush you. The magnets can be too fast, the machine malfunctioning while you’re stuck inside it. There could be a fire and you would be left here, everyone leaving you and locking you out of the room. 
“You okay?” 
“Y-yeah, Armin. Sorry. I get a bit claustrophobic, that’s all.” 
“Okay, take your time. Try to stay still so we can get better pictures.” 
You nod, trying to still your breaths as the machine whirrs on again. You can feel your nails digging into your palms, as you try to calm down, the panic still sitting in your chest. You feel a hand circle around your ankle, squeezing twice, as the machine keeps going. 
“You okay, Newbie?” 
“Yeah, Levi. I’m okay.” 
“I’m here. Get out if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll just drag Shitty Glasses by the scalp to do it instead of you.” 
You laugh, his hold still firm on your ankle. You try to focus on it - the fine print on the machine, your back against the platform, his fingers on your skin as the machine keeps going, your panic still writhing in your chest. The MRI finishes - Levi giving you one last squeeze before the platform slides out and you nearly jump out of the machine. 
You and Levi walk back to the main lab, in silence. When you get there, Levi gives Hange’s ponytail one big yank before settling back into his cubicle, giving you a soft smile before you return to yours. 
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It’s Levi’s turn to present for the lab meeting. The lab is going to Hizuru for Sigtuna, one of the largest neuroscience conferences to date. The PhD students are all presenting posters, except Levi who was invited to give a talk. 
You had been helping Levi as of late - working with him to identify the sulcuses and the lobes on all of Levi’s MRIs. He had no experience in magnetic resonance imaging whatsoever - something you had spent years learning during undergrad. So the two of you had worked out a system - you helped him with identifying the images and helped you troubleshoot your code for your tasks whenever you needed it (which was often). 
You spent a lot of time together - even if it wasn’t direct. You’d sit in silence in the main conference room, working for hours. He’d bring you a cup of coffee and you would pick up dinner, talking through ideas as you finished off your projects. 
You had helped him write the grant for the talk instead of the poster, helping him with all the physiological portions. He taught you how to do all the analysis for yours - the two of you often the one’s leaving the lab latest, Levi walking you to your car in the dark before walking off to his own. 
You were friends. Project partners. 
He gives you one last look before starting the presentation and you shoot him a thumbs up under the table, which he returns with a smile. He’s explaining - using your brain and Hange’s as the sample templates to explain what he was doing - what parts of the brain he has to use for his machine learning. 
“This is Newbie’s and this is Hange’s brain. In theory, each part of the brain is slightly bigger, depending on what parts of your brain you exercise more. For example, Hange is involved in more motor-dexterity - running all their projects by hand. This part of the sulcus is more developed, bigger because of it, compared to Newbie.” 
Nile nudges you on the side, whispering something about how he can give you something to do with your hands if you needed it. You roll your eyes, awkwardly shuffling farther as you refocus on what Levi was saying. 
“This part of the brain is more developed for Newbie, the Brodmann areas - associated with critical thinking, higher level cognition, decision making. Good thing I didn’t use your brain, Dok. We wouldn’t even be able to catch it on the image if we used yours.” 
The entire room laughs - Nile sulking in his chair as Levi continues. You don’t miss the look he gives you afterwards, his eyes uncharacteristically soft when he meets yours, as he continues the presentation. 
When he finishes, Pyxis goes over the room assignments, mentioning that there were three rooms for all the PhD students - meaning a few of you would have to pair up. You turn your neck to look at Petra, who's already nodding and agreeing with Hange that they would room together. You deflate, watching Erwin and Levi pair up. Which leaves you next to Nile, who's all but too excited to be your partner. 
He slings his arm around your shoulder, saying that you guys can share the bed if it gets cold at night, which leaves you shooting dangerous looks at Hange. Levi catches on first, immediately dragging Erwin over to where the two of you were standing. 
“Dok. Erwin is going to room with you.” 
“Says who?” 
“Says me. Don’t argue with me today, I’m already sick of you.” 
Levi grabs you by the wrist, dragging you towards the other side of the room as he rambles on. 
“What a fucking idiot. First he interrupts me during my talk and then starts saying perverted shit like that. Someone’s going to smack him upside the head one day and I surely hope for my sake it’s me.” 
You wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him twice before letting go. 
“Thank you for that - I was literally going to vomit if I had to room with him.” 
“Well, I told you before. I’m here if you’re uncomfortable.” 
You nod, the two of you walking into the conference room to make edits to your presentation. 
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You and Levi come back to your hotel room after the conference, positively plastered. He’d all but given his talk perfectly and your poster won an award at the end - which meant you and Levi were celebrating well into the night. 
You had your arms slung around each other, your weight uneven, as you both slide back into the hotel room, falling onto the singular bed in the room. You and Levi were greeted with the unpleasant sight earlier in the day - you and Levi both insisting that you would be the ones to sleep on the couch. 
You’re both lying face up on the bed - your cheeks flushed, your chests heaving up and down, the only sound in the room being your shaky breaths. Your hands are still locked together, your brain fuzzy from the events of the night. 
You and Levi amble up after a few minutes, both attempting to change into your pajamas and go to bed. You ogle Levi as he takes his shirt off, watching from the side of the mirror. He catches you, walking closer to you. He still reeks of beer, still shaking on his feet. 
He leans over, pressing his forehead against yours as you hold onto his arms, grounding your fingers into his biceps. He’s still not wearing a shirt, his bare chest on display. You fight the urge to stare at him full on. 
“You’re smart, Y/N.” 
“You’re smart too, Levi.” 
“Did you pay attention during my talk?” 
“Y-yes. You code the information, like a puzzle, to figure out what people’s intentions are.” 
“Hm. You be me. I’ll give you the information and you figure it out, okay?” 
You nod, barely understanding what he was getting at as you lean into him. You can feel the buzz dying down, the tiredness setting into your bones. 
“I’m not a mind reader like you, Levi.” 
“You’ll get this one. You’re my smart girl.” 
He reaches down, securing his hands around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Your hands and frame are pressed against his chest, his skin cold to the touch.
“You caught my eye on the first day, with your perfectly pressed hair and that stupid black skirt.” 
You can feel your breath catch in your throat, the sound not leaving your throat.
“You take the cubicle two feet down from mine and I can’t help but watch you - reorganize your desk, get up to get water, scribble things on the whiteboard.” 
You can feel his heartbeat get faster against your hear, his grip on your waist tightening. You’re suddenly too aware of what’s happening - Levi, PhD Levi, is shirtless, hugging you in a hotel room. The lights are dim, there’s only one bed, and he’s holding you. 
“I don’t work with other people at the lab, but when you ask, I do. I leave the lab way past the required time, willingly spending more time in a room with that idiot Nile in it just because you’re in it too.”
“Levi.” 
“I’m not done.”
“It drives me crazy, every time Nile talks to you, touches you, looks at you. I want to sock him in the face - because he’s not nearly good enough for you. Not that anyone could be, but for some idiot like that to think he stands a chance is next level infuriating.”
He releases his hands from your face, lifting his hands to cup your face. His touch his soft, his thumb caressing the burning skin on your cheeks as his eyes meet yours.
“I think about you all the time. When I wake up, when I go to sleep, when I eat my breakfast. When I’m not with you, I just want to be around you. And when I’m around you, I want to be with you.” 
He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips are pillowy soft, his breath tickling the edges of your forehead. 
“What does it mean? Figure out my intentions, smart girl.” 
You can feel your entire body burning, your head still spinning - from the alcohol, Levi’s touch, his words ringing in your ears. 
“You…like me.” 
“That’s a fact. Not an intention.” 
“You…want to kiss me?” 
He smiles, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. The kiss is warm, the taste of the beer still hanging on his lips. You can feel his hands moving, carding through your hair as you reach up to press your hand against his shoulders. He kisses you for a long time - your body burning at the entire sensation. He breaks apart, still smiling against your lips. 
“Smart girl.” 
“Do you…remember my research, Levi? From the first day?” 
“I’ve memorized every single thing you’ve ever said to me.” 
You can feel your cheeks flushing, Levi’s hands returning to squish the sides of your face. You grab one of his hands, opening up his fingers and placing it flat against your chest. You move his hand around, until you’re sure he can feel your heart - which is pounding in your chest. 
“Heart rate can give away a great deal. The biomarker can help you understand a lot of different emotions. Figure out which one I’m feeling, Levi.” 
He leans forward, pressing soft kisses all over your face as he starts asking. 
“Anxiety?” - a soft kiss, right on top of your head. 
“No.” 
“Stress?” - a light kiss, right on your closed eyelids. 
“No, Levi.” 
“Companionship.” - a sweet kiss, right on your lips. 
“Yes. But that’s not the one I was looking for.” 
You watch a smirk spread across his face as he leans down, spreading soft kisses all along your neck. He murmurs against your neck, a hint of teasing in his voice. 
“Sexual attraction?” 
“Levi. Quit being a tease.” 
“Shut up, brat.” 
“No. You missed one, Levi.” 
“What was it?” 
“Love. A heartbeat can give away a great deal - can even be used to indicate and understand romantic feelings.” 
He press his hand against your chest again, your heart still hammering. 
“It’s fast. What does that mean?” 
“That I love you.” 
You see a big smile spread across his face, reaching all the way up to his eyes. You see him now and you think it’s the best he’s ever looked - messy black hair, pink cheeks, squinted eyes. He reaches down, opening your fingers and placing them against his bare chest. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest. 
“Fast.” 
“Yeah. Means I love you too, smart girl.” 
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platinumaspiration · 1 year
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Pyxis' Intergalactic Overlays for TS2
I have been thinking about this Wishing Tree request almost non-stop ever since berrynooboos posted the 4t2 PSDs. There was talk of an overlay box in the same thread and I definitely didn't want to take it away from anyone working on it, but like "the children yearn for the mines", I yearn for more overlay boxes.
Now that the PSDs have been sitting in my computer's Downloads folder for months and this month's theme on GOS is Takin' Care of Business, now is the time! And just in time for my birthday 🎂
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👽Intergalactic Body Box - SFS / MF Found in misc > dresser for 0 simoleons | box is jinxxsims 4t2 RoM Mystical Crystal Cluster | 5 options, 10 pooklet colors each
👽Intergalactic Face Box - SFS / MF Found in misc > dresser for 0 simoleons | box is jinxxsims 4t2 RoM Mystical Crystal Cluster | 2 options, 10 pooklet colors each
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The body overlays were heavily edited by me and are mapped for TF-AF, but when I tested on males and toddlers and children, they looked decent (ie "Full Body" (green alien with blue overlay) has seams issues that are a bit obvious, but I can live with it.)
credits: @pyxis-likes-ts4 @berrynooboos pooklet & iakoa for the color palette and gimp actions
skintone pictured in the previews are either in game or by Iakoa here
some pics below the cut
As a disclaimer: the Half Body Red file - for whatever reason - only sometimes works. I don't know why as the instances/groups are different for each file. Maybe someone with a big brain can tell me why? Until then, 🤷‍♀️ Please let me know if there are any other concerns or issues!
regarding half body red - i have rebuilt the file 3-4 times, I cleared cache, I added the file into simpe to make a new file, changed the instance/group numbers and changed the naming convention numerous times. I checked the box and it works when i replace the BCON with another overlay file. I really don't know. I also really don't want to troubleshoot further on it. -- this appears to be a "me" issue, but I wanted to notate, just in case.
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tinysimmer · 1 year
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Alien baby skin details updated for infants 👽
Sharing this here that I did a week ago and I forgot to post it 🤡
This is especially for those saves where you have aliens, I know aliens aren't much fun for some people but I love them, it's just... they're a bit crazy to be honest. So I updated my favorite skin details for infants (by PYXIS) and now they will be just as weird as their parents!!
Thank youu so much for these details!
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