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captain-mj · 9 months

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Hey hi hello! Tis me again! 🥺👉👈 could I pleeeeeeease get another part for the serial killer au? 💛💛💛💛💛

Sure! This is the final part, rounding it out with a nice 4 parts

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Soap woke up slowly one day and was surprised to find Ghost was sitting on his bed facing away from him. His mask in hand.

"Johnny."

"Yes, sir?"

''I... have plans tonight."

"Oh."

"I want you to come." Simon looked at him.

OH!

Oh oh oh!!

Johnny sat up and reached for him. "You're gorgeous." He grabbed on to his shirt, examining him. "You've been hiding this from you. You bastard."

Simon looked surprised. Giant doe eyes widening. So much emotion was on his face. Maybe not in his eyes, but the rest of him was an open book.

"Permission to kiss you, sir?"

Simon leaned in immediately and kissed him. He groaned a little into the kiss, especially when Johnny ran his fingers through his hair. Johnny pulled away and looked over his face. Scarring. Lots of it. None of it looked self inflicted which made an angry bubbling feeling in Soap's chest expand. Someone had hurt his Ghost. His thumb traced the little lines over it.

"Fucking bonnie. So bonnie."

Simon blushed.

His big bad Ghost. Blushing.

He kissed him again.

Ghost pulled him on top of him and let Soap attack him. He was so caught up in getting this intimacy. It was the first time he had seen a person's face outside of a screen in months. Everything was hitting him all at once and he kept kissing him until sobs were tearing through his throat. Big hands grabbed at his hips and he melted into his arms.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Soap hiccupped out but Ghost just held him. He soothed him perfectly.

"You're alright, Johnny. I've got some clothes for you picked out, okay? We'll be going out tonight with a couple of coworkers."

Soap nodded, so excited at the prospect of getting out of the damn house. "I'll be good. Promise. What do you want me to do?"

"Just talk. They think you're a freelance artist. I don't talk much at work so they don't know much about you. As long as you keep quiet about all of this, we should be fine. I'll give you a nice reward when we get home."

Soap kissed along his jaw, pressed against his lap. "How many people?"

"Five. I tried to get them to break up a little so I wouldn't have to deal with all of them but no dice." Ghost made a motion to pull out a cigarette before realizing he didn't have any.

Soap's mind filled with panic. "You didn't leave them at a victims house did you?? Or drop them somewhere? They could get DNA off of them and..." He trailed off at Ghost's soft expression. It looked lovely. So filled with gentle adoration it was hard to look at him.

"I've been trying to quit since you don't like how it leaves stains on the walls." Ghost kissed his hand. "Still try to grab them sometimes."

Soap attacked him again, covering him in kisses and every ounce of gratitude and affection he could. "Can I choose my reward?"

"...Why not? What do you want?"

"I get to ride you and you keep the mask off."

Ghost sighed. "Alright. You just have to promise you won't say anything that might let them figure it out."

Soap wouldn't dream of it. Then he wouldn't have Ghost. He kissed him again, resisting the urge to bite him.

Ghost eventually stopped him and made him get dressed. It had been so long since he wore jeans they felt funny, but he slipped them on. They fit fine at least and the shirt was about the same. Nothing really remarkable about the outfit.

Ghost squeezed a handful of his ass and patted it before slipping away from him. He dressed in a hoodie and a face mask that covered most of the scarring but left his hair free.

His nice, blond hair.

Soap kept running his fingers through it as Ghost tied his shoes, kissing his ears which had gone bright red from the attention. He hung all over him, shivering in excitement.

Ghost got on his knees and tied Soap's shoes for him. More of that angry bubbling feeling came up, but it was tinged with warmth now. He'd never let Ghost get hurt like that again.

The car ride was quiet. Soap got control of the music by default so he put on some older classics. His skin buzzed with anxiety. What if they didn't like him? What if he messed up and they took Ghost away? His head swam with the idea of having to go back to normal.

Six months ago, he'd hate himself for this, but he liked his life. Pampered. Love. Adored. All of someone's attention on him. Not having to work was a huge bonus and Ghost was good enough in bed to make up for anything he lacked.

Pain and pleasure went from things he barely got to something he knew well. He could live his life like this.

The image of them growing old together, settling down a bit more. Sitting on a porch and swinging together. Ghost with that spark back into his eyes.

He wanted that so bad. So much.

Ghost open his car door and looked at him expectantly.

"Didn't mean to zone out like that, sir."

"Simon."

Soap could barely contain himself. "Simon."

They held hands. They held hands. They held hands.

The table of people were obviously coworkers. They didn't look like they'd fit together properly but they did.

"This is Gaz, Price, Alejandro, Alex and Farah." He pointed them all out so Soap would know their names.

"Name's Johnny but most people call me Soap." He grinned, fidgeting with his hands behind his back. Ghost thankfully tugged him to sit down, putting himself between them even though it made him look a bit uncomfortable not being able to quickly get out of the booth.

They swarmed Soap with questions about both himself and Ghost. It seemed they were hoping to finally get some answers but Soap mimed zipping his mouth closed and they quickly gave up. Ghost only spoke when spoken to but he didn't seem uncomfortable. More tired than anything. He glanced at Soap and softened, putting his hand on his thigh and squeezing.

After a few shots of Scotch, Soap quickly became the life of the party. He was still careful. Never mentioned anything suspicious and expertly steered conversations far away, but he was excited and fun and also the new guy.

Price knew something was wrong. It was clear in the way he stared at him. But he kept his mouth firmly shut.

Soap, Gaz and Farah got along great especially, all of them were good at the different bar games.

Except darts. Ghost swept all of them in darts even though he was wearing gloves.

"Fucking bastard." Soap grumbled before kissing his cheek. He grabbed on to his arm for balance and batted his eyelashes up at him.

Ghost leaned down and kissed his temple, making him feel all warm and fuzzy.

Alejandro left first. "Goodnight, hermanos. I'll be sure to tell Rudy he missed a lot of fun." He grinned and left.

Ghost immediately tried to leave now that he wouldn't be the first one to do so. Price followed them out.

"Simon." Price said firmly, glancing at him. "You read the news lately?"

Both of them looked confused.

"MacTavish, may want to clear up your disappearance if you're going to be in public more." There was a warning there of course, but something else too. An understanding.

Ghost quickly dragged Soap home. "Fucking old man. Should've known he'd know." He didn't seem that mad about it. More irritated.

"Are you going to kill him?"

"No. I have stuff I could blackmail him with. He knows better. You did a good job."

"So I get my reward?"

He laughed. "yeah, you get your reward."

Soap couldn't drag them home fast enough. He kicked his pants off and looked at Ghost. "Ditch all of the clothing."

"All of it?"

"Yes. Everything."

Ghost stared at him before doing as told. He stripped off every piece of clothing and put them in a pile on the floor.

Soap salivated. He gently pushed him to lay down on the bed and he wiggled between his legs. It was just for the first part while he prepped himself. Ghost pulled him so his head was pillowed on Ghost's chest, playing with his hair while Soap loosened himself up.

With probably not quite enough prep, he climbed onto Ghost, straddling him. "You okay, sir?"

"Simon." He sounded cracked and brittle. Ready to shatter underneath him.

"Simon." Soap breathed as he sank down on to him.

Perfect fit. Two puzzle pieces. So hot and so much pressure. It felt like they'd melt together.

Now that Soap had him trapped, he traced each feature of his face with his fingers, riding him just a little too fast for him to come up with a response. Simon was shockingly soft. Easy to manipulate. As Soap's thumb swiped over his mouth, he opened it, letting him push it in. Something gave him the idea. Maybe the devil. Who knows. But he put his hand around Simon's throat and watched him gasp.

"If you're going to choke me, do it properly." He growled at him and Soap quickly did. With both hands wrapped around his throat, he squeezed hard, watching those blond eyelashes flutter. felt his hips jerk up in desperation.

"Good boy, Simon."

Ghost shuddered out a gasp and quickly thrust in to him, hands settling on his hips, trying to urge him on.

Pleasure mounted but it wasn't quite enough. He tightened his grip more until Ghost's face turned pink, watched his eyes roll back. 'Pleasure mounted but it wasn't quite enough. He tightened his grip more until Ghost's face turned pink, watched his eyes roll back.

It hit Soap like a ton of bricks. "You'd let me kill you."

Simon nodded, eyes watering with the need to breath. Soap loosened his grip for a moment and quickened the pace, watching him squirm as he tried not to finish.

"I'd thank you." Simon choked out, voice a little deeper from the abuse.

Soap came all over his chest and felt Ghost finish seconds later. They slumped together, limbs tangling.

"I don't think I would've been mad if you killed me earlier, but I'm thankful you didn't. That I have all of this time with you." Soap whispered, meeting him with a kiss. "And now that i know you like being choked..."

Simon groaned softly and looked away. "Just a little."

"What other things are you hiding from me huh?"

"You'll figure them out eventually."

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley

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lorelite333 · 3 months

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thank you to @sclairereject for the inspiration for the post, because i never have anything to post about half the time. however as someone who does do tarot (i'm spiritual), i wanna put my own twist to this. (ppl have their own interpretations, but the cards still have definitions)

Redacted Boys (includes Alexis) Major Arcana Tarot Cards:

I'd also like to say that these are just my takes, and things that I've noticed and felt. I don't have everyone on here, as I got tired writing this halfway through, so I don't have everyone on here.

SHAW PACK:

David Shaw is the Magician, specifically because he was trying to find his power and voice as leader, in which he did.

Milo Greer is the Chariot, because of sense of direction and will power. He tries his best to do what's right, even if it hurts him in the process.

Asher Talbot is the Strength card, due to his overcoming self-doubt, his compassion, and his bravery in situations. In reverse, this card represents self-doubt, lack of confidence, and vulnerability.

SOLAIRE CLAN

Vincent is the Lovers card, standing by his personality alone, resembling unity, balance, partnerships, and choices.

Sam is the Justice card, associated with fairness, truth, balance, and legal matters. I feel like Sam genuinely cares about what's right, and wants to help no matter what, even if he says he wants to stay out of things. He has this sense to try to make things right, even if things may get rocky. He's a healer by heart, and tries his best to do what's best for everyone in a situation.

William is the Hierophant, it is associated with education, knowledge, traditions, and institutions. I dont really have a reason for this one other than vibes.

Alexis the Judgement card, due to her past actions as well as her personality. This card represents reflection, rebirth, transition, and decision-making. In reverse, this card represents self-doubt, poor choices, stubbornness, blame, and confusion.

Porter is the Tower card. It represents trauma, destruction, unexpected change, revelation, chaos, awakening, and warning. We know that Porter is in fact "The Blade" of the Solaire Clan, and we know that he somewhat regrets it in some way, as well as him having trauma from this and his maker.

DAMN SQUAD

Gavin is The World, as it symbolizes success, fulfilment, and an end of a cycle. I feel like this represents him due to his change with the Freelancer, him being able to open up and enjoy his life with them and his friends. Gavin never really considered Aria his home, but more so just a place he lived at. In his SBW, he talks about how Dhalia has become his home, as Freelancer and the DAMN squad had helped him change his view on it (as well as change him).

Damien is the Sun, mostly in reverse, this academic over-achiever has a little bit of an ego. He's also quite pessimistic and has unrealistic expectations that were set on him by other people. However, the Sun is also associated with positivity, happiness, freedom and vitality. Which I think Damien has learned throughout his years of being friends with the Freelancer, that it's okay to take a break sometimes and just have fun.

Huxley is the Star, as he tries to maintain his happy and positive self for everyone else, turning to inspire others and give them hope with their problems. However Huxley also experiences negativity, hopelessness, failure. I think Huxley somewhat feels like the things in life get too repetitive, and he sometimes loses interest in certain things or just becomes bored with them from a tedious routine.

And finally Lasko, is the Fool, mostly from vibes, however The Fool is an air element card, which represents new beginnings, a leap of faith, and loyalty. Lasko sees the DAMN squad as family, in which he's very loyal to. I feel like during his time at DAMN, he's experienced time after time a new beginning, from Damien and him becoming friends to him and Coworker having a relationship.

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thewalkingplumbob · 2 months

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Previously / Legacy Tag

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Reila was down bad lately. She was always exhausted from working long hours in the lab. Her after work routine was always the same: get home, give Luca a good night kiss, change out of her work clothes and into something comfy, and then plop down in front of the TV. It was getting stale. She was starting to burn out.

*worried*

Emely: Babe, what's going on with you? You're even quieter than usual tonight.

Reila: I'm just...tired. Not just physically. Emotionally. Em--I think I'm burnt out.

Emely, sitting down: I've noticed. I didn't realize it had gotten that bad though.

Reila, sighing loud: I was trying to keep it to myself. Trying to fake that I was okay.

Emely: Why? We've always been able to talk. Did you think I wouldn't understand?

Reila: It's more like...I didn't want to admit something was wrong. And if I said it out loud...then it would be real.

Emely: Your feelings are real. They're valid and you never have to hide them from me.

Reila: I guess sometimes I just need a reminder.

Emely: Well this is your reminder. So, what do you want to do?

Reila: I need to quit my job.

*hiding shock*

Emely: Oh! Okay, um...

Reila: I know it's a big decision. And money will be tight if I'm not working.

Emely: If this is what you really want, you know I support you.

Reila: Thanks babe. I can still do some freelance work on the side. It won't be forever. I just need a break.

Emely: I understand. You do what you need to. I love you and I'm here for you.

Reila: I love you too. So much.

#The Sims 4 #Sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #Townsend #Townsend legacy #Townsend gen 4 #Reila Townsend Kibo #Emely Townsend Kibo #twp post

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princess-of-the-corner · 6 days

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Random MHA Headcanons!

Cause I am having A DAY. So let’s do something to get that dopamine hit!

Satou, while a fabulous baker, is (at best) a mediocre cook. He has a few dished that he can make consistently, but is otherwise a disaster. It’s only after he moves into the 1-A dorms that he begins improving. (Apparently he and Bakugou are trading lessons in cooking and baking, but shhhhh! We don’t mention that Bakugou might need LESSONS!)

Jirou has recordings of her parents heartbeats to listen too, when she feels stressed or has trouble sleeping. She is extremely embarrassed about this.

Hagakure enjoys photography. She’s quite good at it, especially given she’s never had any kind of training or professional equipment. If the hero thing hadn’t worked out, she could have had quite the career as a freelance photographer.

Kouda’s Quirk reacts oddly to people with animal-based Quirks. He cannot control them, like he can regular animals, but he CAN use his Quirk to translate for them if they have non-human vocal chords.

If Sero overuses his Quirk, the skin on his elbows becomes dry, cracked, and peeling. Part of his daily routine is moisturizing his arms.

If Kaminari had better control of his Quirk, he could probably utilize electro-magnetism (please look up hero series Static Shock, I just want my boy to be able to air surf, is that wrong?).

The kids, at first, would often go to Momo for things they needed replaced. Momo had no issues with this, seeing it mostly as practice. However, after she nearly fainted at one point, the class has instituted a payment system. If you want Momo to make you something over a certain size or weight, you need to give payment in food, to help her replenish her fat stores.

Bakugou has a wide range of random skills, that seem very incongruous. Most stem from Bakugou seeing someone do something, deciding “I can do that”, and then throwing himself in whole hog. Some of these random skills include knitting, surfing, lockpicking, candle-making, knife-throwing, and embroidery.

CC!Specific-Himiko enjoys doll customization. She finds it a very soothing process. At home, she didn’t really get the chance to do much with it, but at school, she’s really stretching her creative muscles. She has a few smaller things she’s working on, but her current big project is making a doll for each of her classmates in their hero costumes.

1-A sometimes has trivia nights. After the first night, they banned Midoriya from playing when the subject is Heroes, instead making him the moderator who asked the questions. After the second night, they had to institute a partner who will go through all of Midoriya’s questions, and make sure they can actually be answered.

Aoyama’s family seems to work in food imports, specifically dairy products, like cheese.

There is a cat café near the U.A. campus. Aizawa is largely responsible for why it’s still open.

Mina’s whole family works in chemicals. She has a cousin that does cosmetics, which are some of the only kind Mina can actually use.

Iida used to have braces.

Tsuyu briefly had a tadpole tail as a baby. It vanished by the time she was two.

Uraraka’s Quirk is actually misdiagnosed. It isn’t canceling gravity, it’s gravity manipulation.

Quirk Counselling can be a very lucrative job, but it isn’t particularly well regulated, so just about anyone can do the job. This is particularly problematic, because every child is required by law to see a Quirk Counsellor for a minimum of six months after their Quirk manifests. Several Heroes - including Present Mic, Eraserhead, Ryuku, Nighteye, and The Wild, Wild Pussycats - have been pushing for better laws and policy around Quirk Counselling, but are being hampered by the HPSC.

Both of Ojiro’s father and sister have more pronounced physical mutations, while Ojiro takes more after his mother in looks.

Oh i love all of these and I have som occasional notes(not for each so I’ll just hit them off hand)

Someone find Denki a copy of Static Shock right the hell now so he can try something absolutely stupid(affectionate)!

Momo honey PLEASE learn to say no sometimes!!

Yeah no Katsuki 100% sees something and goes ‘I might one day have to utilize this’ and learns it. But you can tell which ones she actually enjoys and was using ‘I can probably figure out a way to use this for my Hero Career’ as an exxcuse to enjoy things without guilt of not being training 24/7

Himiko absolutely would love doll customization. She used to just watch videos in secret because god forbid her parents got a glimpse of it and saw how horrifically violent it looked out of context.

Izuku honey please not everyone can do your trivia levels. The class thinks that Katsuki will be able to rein Izuku in on Hero Triva but they forget that she’s also a fucking nerd so she barely pulls punches either. Someone else is chosen.

Ahahaha yeah that Quirk Counselling can certainly be an OOF. I think the Heroes might get some leverage in that department here soon upon finding out that the lack of regulation was just helping AfO find plenty of allies and Nomu fodder.

#submission

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paddockbunny · 2 years

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All Too Well – Chapter Five

Summary : Alessandra Lucciano tells herself she has it all. She is Daniel Ricciardo's girlfriend after all. Isn't she? Well, sometimes she has to work hard to feel like it and no more so than when some girl shows up and makes her question her life as she knows it. So what happens when someone else starts paying her more attention than her boyfriend? Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x (OC) Alessandra Lucciano + Max Verstappen Rating : 18+ Word Count : 4,261 Trigger Warnings for this Chapter : Angst filled chapter (like it's the whole story ahahaha), rocky relationship, language Song Inspiration for this Chapter : "'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello" And your eyes look like comin' home, All I know is a simple name, Everything has changed." - Everything Has Changed. 💞 Authors Note : Thank you to all the lovely people who have asked to be added to the tag list and have sent such nice messages this past week while I’ve been away. I had an awful 2 day migraine that had an effect on my irl work (I’m freelance so have to catch up or I loose money from clients.) I am also on holiday/vacation this week so I may not have a lot of time to post but I will try 🙏🏼 This is not proof read

11th of September 2020 – Alessandra’s Apartment - Monaco

Music gently soared out of the speakers around the apartment. Ali hummed along as, clad only in a towel, she darted into the living room to collect the delivery box from her sofa. Thankfully the dress had arrived this morning after she got home from the gym. It would have been a disaster if it hadn’t. She didn’t own anything that she felt was really good enough for such an event like she was going to later. Sure, she had some lovely clothes that she had invested in and collected but she didn’t want to wear something she had worn before and perhaps now wouldn’t maybe not be as “in” or as current as what most of the other guests would be wearing. After all, an event in Monaco would be considered most people’s Oscars and not a regular Wednesday night. In fact, a few years ago Ali would have only been asked to one of these events as a photographer. She would simply have been asked to take shots of all the glamorous beautiful people there and so she had to keep pinching herself that she was actually going to be an attendee.

Once she got back to her bedroom she chucked the large white box on the bed and excitedly tore off open the cardboard. Ali wasn’t poor but she didn’t come from a family of millionaires either, so every single time she put her money into her closet she felt very exhilarated that she was able to do this – especially coming from a single mother household – and felt proud of what she had accomplished. Therefore, a broad smile appeared on her face when she pulled the dress from the black tissue paper. With a content sigh she walked over to the mirror and held the soft, luxurious black velvet mini dress against herself. It was perfect. Not too dressy and not too relaxed. But there she realised that it was therefore slightly ironic that the designer of such a beautiful garment happened to be Australian and the memory of the heated argument she had had with Daniel over this exact evening flooded her brain.

2nd of September 2020 – Daniel’s Apartment – Monaco

Excitement built to a feverish high when she pulled the invitation out of her bag. She had been trying to find a way all evening to show him her excited bit of news but it never seemed quite the right second. Until finally, she staved off her anxiety and brandished the beautiful black paper out in front of herself as he returned from filling their glasses up with wine.

“What’s that?” He smirked – probably thinking it was something for him - and tilted his head back to observe her more fully. Her heart had never beat so strongly in all her life. Her hands felt clammy and she wasn’t sure she would be able to control her voice if he asked her to explain to her what she was now, shakily holding out to him. Ali’s eyes scanned his blank face, desperately hoping to see some positive, pleased emotion after he took it from her and began to read.

“What is this? Who sent it too you?” It wasn’t the worst reaction. He had just stated a fairly regular normal query. “Why do I know this name?” He was referring to the brand name on the very top of the invite.

“Elin. It’s an invite to Elin’s jewellery launch next week.” She was correct; her voice did in fact shake when she explained to him what he was holding in his hand. She tried to make sure her voice didn’t sound too sunny or elated when she finally got the words out but she knew she probably failed in that pursuit. She was excited now as she had been when she first opened it nearly a week prior - which had only been a week after that perfectly normal dinner that Daniel announced he didn’t want her support at races and crushed her soul. Ali studied him as he looked over and over the paper as if it was going to give him some magical response or he was going to find the Holy Grail written between its cursive lettering. He made this “hmmpf” noise, which sounded an awful lot like a scoff before he finally said; “why is she sending you that?”

“Well…” She started, clearing her voice as if it would help ease her trepidation. “She’s inviting me to her jewellery launch.” “I can see that but why?” It was something that Ali hadn’t been prepared for him to ask and in truth; she didn’t really understand what he was asking. He knew how events worked – hell he had been to millions of them – so the actual meaning behind the invite wasn’t what he needed clarification on. Ali sat stumped before she registered exactly what it was he was asking. Why her?

“I uh…I don’t know.” Came flowing from her lips first but then as she began to feel a tightening in her chest she felt turmoil burning inside of her. Since that awful dinner party she commanded herself to be more resilient when it came to Daniel and the things he did or said. She didn’t want to be that girl that let her boyfriend get inside of her head because she absolutely, 100% was NOT that girl before she met him. But with anxiety now freely running through her body she wasn’t quite able to accomplish the resilience she needed and eventually blurted out; “I think she wants me there, you know, as a guest.” Daniel chucked the invitation down on the coffee table before him and passed Ali her glass of wine. “Probably trying to make up numbers. There’s always someone launching jewellery or skincare or something else in this town.” He sat back down beside her and turned his attention back to the TV.

Ali sat and tried to pay attention to the programme that was playing but was failing miserably. Initially she felt wounded by his words over the matter and his harsh insinuation that she wasn’t actually wanted and was only to fill a seat. Ali knew how these events worked because she had photographed enough of them to know, but it didn’t seem like the invite came from that place he was suggesting at all. Elin had even requested her to follow her on her private instagram and that didn’t seem like the type of thing a fake person would have done. Even though a few minutes had passed, Ali’s eyes had never left the paper sitting on Daniel’s coffee table and now, she leaned across and picked it up. And as she slid it back into her bag she quietly stated; “Well I’m going to go.”

Daniel’s jerking movement beside her instantly grabbed her attention. “Why?” He said first “Why do you want to go to someone’s vanity project? Someone you’ve only met once.” Daniel’s tone sounded as though he was mocking her. In her mind she thought of an accurate response as to why she had only met Elin once. One that put the onus back on to him and suggested the real root of their issues, why he wanted to keep her a secret. But she decided against that. “I want to support her. She was very passionate about it when we spoke that night.” “How can you support someone you hardly know?” Ali took a deep breath when Daniel responded. She had given him a metaphorical olive branch, an escape road if you will, and he hadn’t taken it.

“Still. I’ve ordered a dress and I’m going to go.” Her voice was timid this time as if she was preparing herself for a blazing argument but silence fell between them and remained for quite some time. Ali felt confident in that moment that not only had she won but also that she had sort of put Daniel in his place. He continued drinking his wine and every now and then picked up his phone and sent a few texts – with where the conversation had just been she didn’t even want to know exactly who it was he was texting in case it was an answer she didn’t want to know.

A few hours later, Ali joined Daniel in his bedroom after putting their glasses in the dishwasher and turning off the rest of the lights, shutting the blinds they had forgotten about and made sure the door was bolted. He was brushing his teeth in the ensuite and his phone illuminated beside her on the dresser. Max’s name popped up and she thought it might be important so she called through to him.

“Babe, Max just texted you.” And just as she finished the last word he appeared beside her and swiftly grabbed his phone. It was odd behaviour but she had become accustomed to Daniel’s odd behaviours as of late. Ali pulled off the sweatshirt she was wearing (which belonged to Daniel) and went to the drawer in his dresser – the one that was hers – to find something to sleep in. “Ah, see, I told you the invitation wasn’t meant so seriously. Max just said you don’t have to go.” And just like that, Ali could have crumbled and been reduced to rubble right there on the plush soft carpet of Daniel’s bedroom. It had been Max he had been texting earlier. Crushed. Ali felt utterly crushed he would go so far to text Max about her not going that she couldn’t even look at him. A sharp exhale escaped her as she calmly turned and grabbed the sweatshirt she had been wearing and now walked across the room to where her shoes were and pulled the trainers on to her feet.

“What are you…” “I’m going home.” Daniel stared at her with disbelief. It was as though he genuinely thought he had done nothing wrong and the argument she thought she had quelled earlier was now ready to start up again. “You’re seriously going home? Why? Because I text Max to get you out of some boring event?”

“I wanted to go, Daniel. I actually wanted to go. I wasn’t asking for your permission earlier. I thought you would have thought it was nice of her, sweet of her to invite me.” As soon as she got it out there she knew this would be turning into one of their tiffs about the paddock. “I knew inviting them to dinner would do this.” He sighed “I knew as soon as you got in tow with someone like her you’d be…” He didn’t even finish the sentence. He didn’t have too. There it was. It was going to come back to the paddock and public relationship again. “What are you so scared of, Daniel?” She had asked the question a million times before. And a million times he never responded. So when he remained silent now, she just left without another word.

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As she stood with her hair done nice and her make-up all pretty, staring into the mirror before slipping into this beautiful new dress, she felt a tug in the middle of her chest where her heart was and she knew exactly why. It was all fine and well attending this event on her own – hell, she had done loads of things far scarier than this on her own – but she wished she was going with Daniel. She wanted nothing more than to be glued to his arm and hanging on his every word tonight. Ali wanted to dazzle. She wanted the pair of them to be the perfect picture of the couple they were before all the paddock shit came in between them. She longed for a night like this for so long it felt like most of her life. She wanted a night where she was out with her man and bursting with happiness. In the days they had seen each other since the night she left his apartment they hadn’t spoken about it. Not a single word. But that was them all over. Ali was too nervous and scared to really bring anything up to him because he never failed to react badly and Daniel always wanted to move on and move past any disagreement or argument they had had. So they just acted like nothing was wrong between them. Ali hadn’t even told him she was still going and thought it was better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission.

Dressed, she only needed to put her heels on when there was knocking and the front door of her apartment. Ali let swearwords tumble from her mouth as she rushed in the direction of the door. It was early for the driver to be here she thought, and weird he would come into the building but as she heard the keys in the lock she realised it wasn’t a driver and it was in fact Daniel. “Hey….” She slowly stated as he stood in the doorway

“Hey, you look nice. Am I missing something?” It was clear to Ali – as he cast his eyes over her standing there in her beautiful new dress – that Daniel had either forgotten about tonight or had turned up here on purpose with a motive of denying her the opportunity of attending the event. She swallowed and took a large inhale of air. “It’s Elin’s event tonight.” “You’re still intent on going?” He stated without skipping a beat. Ali registered that he didn’t sound surprised. His tone was more indifferent. She felt like she had to take that as a good sign because perhaps he had come to terms with the fact she was indeed still attending and it didn’t bother him anymore. She motioned to the dress as a way of silently saying; “obviously” to him and his eyebrows went up a fraction, which meant her assumption he was now fine about it was totally wrong.

“Is it the fact that I’m going to an event that you don’t like or is it because it’s her event and that means other people from your world will be there and you don’t like me meeting them?” It was bold of her to finally ask it but she only did so because she knew the answer and when he stayed silent – clearly he knew how harsh he would have sounded himself – she walked off to collect her shoes and bag from the bedroom. Her car was arranged to collect her in five minutes and it was five minutes too long. Ali decided she would rather wait around in the lobby of her building than stay in her own apartment with Daniel. She slipped her heels on while walking back through. Her bag was practically packed; she just needed her phone and her keys from the table near to him. It would be hard not to fall apart being that close to him, to smell his cologne and to feel his aura. But each time these things happened it began feeling like a bigger disappointment than the last.

“Ali…” There wasn’t emotion behind his voice when he stated her name. She grabbed both her phone and keys swiftly and thankfully he didn’t try to touch her because she would have simply died if he had.

“Lock up when you leave.” She equalled his bluntness and although she felt like she was about to loose it any second she didn’t tear up till she closed her front door behind herself and was waiting on the elevator.

MAX POV

Fuck these fucking events. I know I should want to be here, support Elin and be a good boyfriend, but if I’m offered one more canapé and someone (who has no real interest in it) asks how the season is going I am seriously going to head-butt them. The place really did look lovely and Elin had done a great job on everything but she had gone and done a Houdini on me so now I was left standing on my lonesome looking like a spare prick. Seriously, I must look like a part of the bloody furniture I’ve been stood here so long. Five minutes she told me and that was nearly a bloody hour ago. I looked at my watch and finished my third gin. I sneak away right now, no one would notice. I could probably feign an illness or whatnot, right? It was as if she really needed me here after all. I glanced around and tried to find her but her short frame had disappeared amongst some fashion folk in OTT outfits. I walked toward the bar area to dispose of my glass when I saw her, Alessandra.

Daniel’s girlfriend was here. She had decided to come after all. From his text I thought she wasn’t really keen on coming so it was very sweet of her that she did. As I looked at her that night, that dinner party – the one where I made sex noises over her food and felt uncomfortable as fuck when Daniel announced he didn’t want her support – flashed in front of my eyes and I knew it would be scared on my brain for as long as I lived. I had never seen someone look so utterly defeated like that before. Her emerald green eyes that had only just been filled with joy and passion, looked so fractured and vacant. It was so strange for Daniel to come out with something like that. Even now as I looked at her from the other side of the bar, I couldn’t understand or comprehend why he would be so cruel because truly she was fucking perfect. She glanced around and I could tell she was just like me. Feeling like she stood out because she wasn’t faffing over some industry people or fawning over someone who talked about themselves for the whole ten minute conversation, so I made my way over to her.

“Alessandra…” I waited for her to turn around before I smiled. It would have been embarrassing if it weren’t actually her. But thankfully, it was and I didn’t look like a dick.

“Max.” She smiled broadly; her perfectly straight pearly teeth were like a warm welcome that I felt like I had known my whole life. “This is,” She motioned to the event enthusiastically “You must be very proud.” She was so cute, that was so nice of her. The truth was I had no real reason to be proud because Elin had done all of this stuff months ago without a single input from me. She had worked for jewellery designers for years and so it was natural she wanted to go out on her own. All of the designs and manufacturing she did a year ago, before we even met, so I really couldn’t take any credit but sure, as a boyfriend I did feel proud of her for accomplishing her dreams. I nodded but I didn’t want to talk about the event - not because it would remind me of how bored I had been but because I wanted to get to know her more, she was Daniel’s girlfriend after all and I only knew three things about her; she was a phenomenal cook, she was Italian but spoke perfect English without much of an accent and she seemed to be utterly in love with a man who disregarded her feelings so easily. I manage to catch the eye of the bar tender and order another drink before asking what she would like and she ordered red wine, just like Daniel would have.

“Where is my team-mate tonight?” I was hoping she wouldn’t say they had some kind of argument or fight so we didn’t spend time talking about him but I felt rude not asking. I mean, Elin noted his absence before she left me standing around like a lost lemon. I watched, as she seemed to be trying to come up with a response. Her mouth opening and closing twice before she nervously smiled

“It’s not his thing, I know.” I jumped in to save her. I couldn’t have her thrashing around without a lifejacket could I? Not when she seemed so out of her depth already. “I’m not sure it’s really my thing either…I don’t really know anyone here.” She glanced around after picking up her glass and I noticed the light hitting her eyes in a different way that made them lighten several shades. Whoa, Daniel had really picked a stunner. “It would have been easier if Dan had come but,” She sighed

“I know, he likes keeping things on the down low, incognito.” I tried to provide an out for her again. I was probably talking a lot more about myself than I was talking about Daniel. I mean come on, everyone has seen him at events, he was always centre of attention, life of the party, but if it made her feel more at ease then I was happy to pretend. “I quite like going unnoticed too.” Fuck, Max. Just shut up.

“I think it’s me.” She sighed and tilted her head to the side as if she was conflicted about opening up to me. “I mean, I think he likes keeping me a secret.” “He’s probably protecting you, you’ve only been dating what? A few months?” “Fifteen, nearly sixteen months.” FUCK!

Things were clicking into place a bit more now but still, what the fuck was going on? The first time Daniel mentioned anything to me about having a girlfriend was only two, maybe three months ago at a push. They had actually been dating for fifteen? Over a full year and no one knew? No wonder she looked so crestfallen at that dinner. I had to hold myself back from questioning her about their relationship. I wanted to know more but it wasn’t really my place and I didn’t want to go digging somewhere I had no right to be digging but still, it was definitely strange that was for sure.

17th of September 2020 – Press Day - Marina Bay – Singapore

Max had been waiting for the right time to talk to Daniel. He couldn’t get Alessandra out of his mind since the night of Elin’s launch. Truthfully he didn’t even understand why. He had seen many girls who looked rather haunted or felt alone while in a sea of people but there was this invisible string that just drew him to Ali. It wasn’t as if he wanted to ride in in shining armour on a white horse to come as save her (he wasn’t even sure if she needed saving as such) but he just wanted a better understanding of where they were with each other. He remembered the time before that dinner party when Daniel had actually made him feel jealous he was so in love. Max recalled how he felt rather sick as how Daniel seemed to act like a cartoon character and grew comical heart eyes every time he looked down at his phone. And that had only been two months before him and Elin went for dinner at Daniel’s. He knew from past experience that sometimes relationships could end very quickly and dramatically without warning but this felt like it was different.

He was shown to the little area that P&M had set up for Daniel and him to do some stupid shit for YouTube. He hated these fucking things but it was literally in his contract so he had too. It was only a minute or so until Daniel showed up with a plastered on grin, ready to go. As the cameras were being set up properly, lighting checked and they were getting mic’d up Max figured he should just ask now before they got pulled in different directions for the rest of the afternoon.

“How is Ali? It was nice of her to come to Elin’s thing.” Max watched Daniel intently but he was met by silence to begin with. “Fine, she’s alright.” He took that as a signal Daniel didn’t want to go down this particular path but he was intent on getting just a little more info for his own curiosity. “I don’t know why but I thought you two had only just started seeing each other. She said you’ve been dating for over a year. You should have told me you had a girl, mate.” Daniel took his phone out of his back pocket and answered a text as Max spoke. He only half listened to what he was saying.

“Yeah…” He inhaled a breath through closed teeth “you know what it’s like, as soon as you start introducing them then everyone knows and it just gets” Daniel shrugged. Max knew Daniel was talking shit. He had introduced girls to him, Christian, fuck nearly the whole team after only a few weeks – and those were only girls he was interested in fucking not dating. He could understand exactly what Ali meant now when she expressed she thought Daniel was keeping her a secret. His phone pinged with a text alert, Daniel checking the screen and smiling. Max saw the opportunity and took it, he quipped quickly; “Is that her now, talk of the devil…”

“No, Haylee.” Daniel replied instantly before shoving his phone back into his pocket. And just as Max was about to ask his next question the crew interrupted him, they wanted to get started and that question was left unasked.

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( @askpokecallcenter ) Choro @ Chansey: "For a Chansey ya look quite tough for bossing others 'round, hun. How is your relationship with ya Trainers other 'Mons? Bet there are some idiots among them, mehehehe" Choro remembers Chanseys call about a Zeraroa eating too much.

The Chansey greeted Choro. Glad the pokemon remembers her from the call awhile back. "Hi, Choro. How have you been?" The pokemon's description of Chansey was accurate. Chansey put a hand to her cheek in thought at the question. "Hmm. The biggest idiot is our stray Thundercat, Zeraora. Sarah fed him a tuna sandwich after tending a wound, and he's stuck around ever since." Zeraora: "She likes to tease me." Chansey waved her hand to her trainer, Sarah who's sitting at the kitchen table. Sarah accidently grabbed a box of pokechow instead of cereal and was pouring it into a bowl and adding milk to it. "..." yeah, she's not going to comment on it, "This is Sarah. I guess you can call her my trainer, I do battle for her sometimes. I am her (self-appointed) service and caregiver pokemon. She's missing a leg and covered in burn scars. I take care of her and I also act as her assistant pokemon. She's a freelance pokemon medic. Our relationship is good. She learned to rely on me and that makes me happy." Sarah: ¬_¬ "Chansey is bossy, but she makes sure everyone helps with their share of chores. Chansey helps a lot with the cleaning and likes cooking with me in the kitchen." she looks down at the pokechow in her bowl, "This is too dry. Remind me to buy a fresher box." Chansey again ignoring the pokechow eating of her human, goes on to introduce everyone else. "The ivysaur next to her is Bubbles. He's cool. As Sarah's first pokemon, he's little older and wiser knowing Sarah the longest and teamwork. We are good friend." Bubbles: "Nice to meet you, Bud." Chansey continued, "Then we have little Machop. He's tiny for his size, timid, Sarah rescued him as a hatchling from a bad trainer. Machop is still too scared to fight after what he's been through. He became Sarah's service pokemon and helps carry things. He's more of the team's little sibling." Machop: "..." He just wants to eat his breakfast. Feeling the introductions are getting to long, she sped things up for the others. "This is Absol. Another stray that Sarah adopted after treating an injury. He's a bit vain when it comes to is fur now that he knows what shampoo does. Likes baths and brushing." Absol: "HEY! Why do they get a big introduction and I get THAT? Also.. I like baths with shampoo. It makes my fur soft and FLUFFY." Chansey ¬_¬ "He's very vain, gruff, a messy eater, wears more food than he eats, afraid of spicy tacos." Absol: "You put a tomoto berry in my taco! It was too spicy! I got-" Chansey interrupts before he could finish that statement, "He is basically a pet dog. They are outside right now, but the other members of our team is an Alpha sized Charizard Sarah calls Chari. His wise, cool, dependable, and our neighbor when we moved in above the ranger station of the pokemon Sanctuary we now call home. Charizard always seems to know what to do in a situation, but rarely talks." Chansey respects Charizard. "We also have a cloyster now for some reason. He just showed up, dumped here by some pokemon breeders, and Sarah took him in as part of her team." Sarah: "Choro, is your name? Nice to meet you. Chansey's already introduced the team, so I don't need too. Feel free to join us for breakfast. Fresh coffee is in the pot, there is more Moomoo milk in the fridge, pancakes on the counter, cereal and pokechow on the table. Help yourself."

#sorry for the really long post reply. I get wordy when introducing my characters.#pokemon rp #pokemon #Absol got gas from tacos. It was terrible as it was embarrassing.

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eunchancorner · 4 months

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I wrote a lil drabble based on the RatQueen hcs from yesterday

Carmen sighed softly as she stepped into her house, smiling a bit as she heard her husband approach. He’d gotten off work early today to pick up Roy from school, which meant he’d arrived a lot earlier than she did. It also meant that she’d had to walk home, which she didn’t mind. Tonight was surprisingly warm and her home wasn’t too far from her office, in fact she often found walking to and from work quite nice. However, it also allowed strange things to happen while she did so.

Tonight wasn’t quite as strange, but it sure was different.

“Hello, darling, how was your ride?” she greeted him as she turned to kiss him in greeting, brief but sweet, and he smiled in response.

“It was nice, as nice as a drive can be at least. And your walk?”

“Quite warm, actually. It seems that the world is giving one last hurrah before winter fully takes hold.”

“In January? It sounds more like spring is trying to take hold early, to me.”

“Maybe, maybe. But, something did happen.”

This seemed to catch Richard’s attention, his expression gaining a tinge of curiosity.

“Oh? What might that have been?”

She paused. How should she put this?

“Do you remember how, in the beginning of our marriage, we agreed it’d be an open marriage? I’d understand if not, I suppose we never really acted on it.”

“I do, actually. I also remember never having much luck talking to anyone else, and just being grateful I had you, and the only people that seemed interested in you were all the kind to think open marriages were just ‘cheating with extra steps’ for some god-forsaken reason.”

“Yes, well… I may have found someone, Richard.”

He raised an eyebrow. Now he was interested. Who in the world deserved Carmen’s attention in such a way?

“Go on,” he urged, genuinely curious.

“I believe his name is Dexter. Not the kind I’d normally go for, I’ll admit. He seems to be quite poor, his hair is an utter mess, he has an eye injury, wears goggles, and seems to be in the business of capturing animals.”

“A trapper?”

“An exterminator, actually. He also seems to work freelance, so he doesn’t quite have an employer. I’ll admit he’s also erratic… in fact, I have reason to believe he may be a bit violent. I do believe I’ve seen wanted posters for him on one of the light posts.”

“I see. And what, pray tell, do you find attractive about him?”

“Just… the opportunity, I suppose. To show the love to someone others may deem unlovable. To prove I can love what others can’t. He struck up a conversation with me, remarking about my beauty, and when I flirted back, he seemed to grow quite flustered. I do believe I… how would Reynold put this? That I could ‘pull him’.”

“Hm…” Richard thought on this for a second. On the one hand, he knew it was a bit morally questionable that Carmen wanted to try to be with this stranger to prove a point. But on the other hand, he got the feeling that this may end up being more than Carmen thought it would, and frankly, he was ok with that. Besides, it might be nice to have someone else around the house. Sometimes it felt lonely with just the three of them there.

“Well, if you’re confident in yourself, I think you should try. He seems interested in you, after all. Perhaps there’s something more to be discovered here.”

She smiled softly at her husband’s support, a warm feeling spreading in her chest.

“Thank you, darling.” She leaned in and kissed him softly, still smiling upon pulling him away. “I’m glad you’re who I married.”

~-A few weeks later-~

“Richard?” Carmen called into the house as she entered, turning to see her husband approaching upon her call.

“Yes, dear?” he asked, a little worried about being called so soon after she arrived.

“I think I may have fallen in love with him!”

#sm #spooky month #carmen #richard #dexter erotoph #ratqueen #eun writes

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Every Record I Own - Day 810: Ossuarium Living Tomb

I’ve had this record in my draft box since 2019. I must’ve taken a picture of it before some trip with the intention of writing about it from the road. I see it every time I open my drafts, and as a result, it’s stayed fresh in my mind for over four years.

Ossuarium were a sludgy, vicious doom-tinged death metal band from Portland, OR, and their sole LP was on the front end of 20 Buck Spin’s gradual shift from focusing on stoner / doom stuff to the old school death metal revival.

It’s now January 2024 and I still don’t have a lot to say about Living Tomb despite the fact that I've listened to it quite a bit over the years. It’s well-recorded but still a little rough around the edges performance-wise. There’s a fine line between “this sounds like a real band… warts and all!” versus “was this really the best take they could get?,” and for me the band still resides in the former. If you can hang with Cerebral Rot and Cryptworm, you can certainly get down with Ossuarium.

I feel a little bad talking about Ossuarium today because, admittedly, they’re a springboard for talking about other things on my mind. But such is one of the inevitable truths about music writing—it often comes with a writer’s agenda. Perhaps that’s an obvious statement on par with “all criticism is just one person’s opinion and rooted in that person’s biases and current frame of mind.” But perhaps they also both warrant repeating.

So let’s clear the air: this post is largely motivated by my desire to talk about the recent news of Pitchfork’s merger with GQ. That’s my agenda. Let’s also clear the air on who is writing this: I’m a 46-year-old musician who has also dabbled in writing about music in various professional capacities. Having a foot in both the creator and the critic roles meant that I generally avoided writing about anything I didn’t like. When it comes to death metal, my journey started with childhood friends who got really into the classic Floridian, New York, and Scandinavian death metal bands around 1990. But truth be told, I didn’t really click with any straight-up death metal until Morbid Angel’s Domination came out in 1995.

My relationship with Pitchfork? I didn’t have internet at home until 2005, and consequently I didn’t spend any time looking at music websites until roughly 2006. In 2007, I began freelancing for the music department of Seattle's local alternative weekly newspaper, The Stranger. Part of my job involved gathering news from various music websites and doing a daily highlights post for their blog, so I started visiting Pitchfork every day. And that habit continued for roughly ten years.

That whole time I had a love / hate relationship with the site. I loved that they were committed to broadening their coverage to encompass a greater variety of genres and styles. I hated how that included devoting more and more coverage to giant pop stars. I loved their in-depth album reviews. I hated how those reviews could sometimes feel like personal vendettas against specific artists and how the rating system often felt out of alignment with the writing due to the score being based on a group vote. I loved that they operated at an intersection of my various musical interests. I hated that their criteria for coverage was never really clear: if they were only covering the cream of the crop across diverse genres, why were they dishing out bad reviews? Or if they were only covering artists already deemed important outside of their orbit, why were they considered one of, if not THE the top cultural tastemaker when it came to music?

Pitchfork was bought by Condé Nast in 2015. More and more of their news pieces revolved around pop stars. They started adding articles that seemed more fit for a lifestyle magazine than a music blog. It no longer turned me on to new things, and at some point I realized that looking at Pitchfork always involved some combination of frustration and disappointment. I’ll sometimes check in to see what they’ve said about a record I like, and I almost always regret it.

"But the writing was stronger than ever," I saw a few P4K contributors say on social media in the wake of the news that the site would be absorbed by GQ, as if anyone went to a music blog first and foremost for the WRITING, as opposed to... say... i dunno... the SUBJECT MATTER. "People don't realize that a 7.0 is actually a really good score," others would say in defense of the site's apparent inability to be excited about the very artists they chose to cover, as if a 7.0 doesn't read as a C- to any reader with a public school education, and consequently come across as "just passable" and not only not worth listening to, but also not even worth reading past the score. "We never stopped covering fringe music," others said, which is absolutely true. But when paired with an avalanche of Taylor Swift and Kanye coverage, those forays into freakier territories felt, perhaps unfairly, like the work of dilettantes and dabblers. A jack of all trades, master of none. Founder Ryan Schreiber finally left the site in 2019, but it already felt like Pitchfork had lost its initial vision years prior. I can’t imagine Pitchfork 3.0 will see an improvement in that capacity.

But what can you do? We live under the impossible capitalist model of infinite growth and yet we’re still somehow shocked when something gets too big to sustain itself. I doubt Schreiber had ambitions any loftier than sharing his music opinions with strangers when he started Pitchfork in 1996. At some point he began getting ad revenue. Other writers started getting paid. It became a career path. More people got hired. They needed more clicks, so they wrote about things that pulled in a new audience. Writing about pop stars meant more traffic from Google. Meanwhile, their initial readership stopped checking in. The reader who got hipped to Sleater-Kinney back at the turn of the century probably isn't all that interested in what Miley Cyrus is up to in 2024.

I was certainly one of those people. But my declining interest in Pitchfork also coincided with my growing disenchantment with the freelance hustle. It was tough to figure out what editors wanted and even harder to muster up the enthusiasm to write about the "hot" new pop artists that were already getting coverage. I started getting more work on the PR side of music world, which not only paid better, but allowed me to bond with like-minded artists and help share the excitement behind their vision. I started noticing how often my press releases were just slightly re-worded in album reviews. I can't say I blame writers--I would've had to write a Pitchfork album review every single work day of the month just to cover my rent in Brooklyn.

It's important to state that I didn't become cynical to music writing as a whole. I loved writers like Dave Segal and Mark Richardson (both Pitchfork contributors, I might add). I loved the enthusiasm, the disregard for what was popular at the time, the new perspectives, the depth of knowledge they held, and the fact that they focused on music that wasn't necessarily up my alley but succeeded in helping me appreciate stuff outside of my comfort zone. I wanted to write like that... without having to grade someone's work or weigh in on every trend. Beyond that, I wanted to do the thing that editors hate... I wanted to insert myself into the piece. Not out of ego, but because understanding the appeal of music that isn't instantly gratifying is often aided by having that specific personal angle. "This album got me through a break-up" or "this album permanently altered my brain chemistry when I heard it on mushrooms during the golden hour of a camping trip" will ultimately tell me more about how to approach a record than a bunch of adjectives and hyperbole. So in June 2017 I started writing these album posts in part because I wanted to do what Ryan Scheiber did back in 1996--I wanted to share my passion for other people's music--but I didn't hold any ambitions beyond cataloging my records and sharing my stories about them.

Strangely enough, my excitement for new music actually grew once I weaned myself off of music sites like Pitchfork. I found, among other things, a weird little pocket of heavy metal that hit my sweet spot and I've had a blast exploring it. I've finally found the bands that are more interested in being grimy than glossy. Bands that aren't afraid of a little slop. Bands that aren't trying to cross-pollinate with some divergent style of music. Bands like Ossuarium: meaty, oozing with dread, and just a teeny bit clunky.

Is there much to write about beyond that? Probably not. And that's okay. I don't think Ossuarium had ambitions beyond hanging out, drinking beer together in the practice space, and adding to an existing musical tradition they all loved. And 20 Buck Spin probably had a good handle on how big the band was gonna be. They printed up a conservative amount of LPs and sold 'em at a price that would guarantee they wouldn't sit on warehouse shelves for very long but would cover their costs and maybe allow them to send out a royalties check or two.

Living Tomb didn't need to be any bigger than that. Ossuarium weren't trying to break out and gain fans outside of their own tiny little community. They weren't trying to capitalize on the zeitgeist. They weren't claiming that appreciating their music would make you a better and more well-rounded person. They didn't take on more commercial attributes under the guise of inclusivity. And it didn't need to be overanalyzed and it didn't really warrant an in-depth long-form review from someone like Pitchfork (although I just looked it up and whaddaya know... it got a 7.6).

#ossuarium #everyrecordiown

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maddiebiscuits · 5 months

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i don't know how to phrase this any other way so i hope you don't find this rude or anything: you are (imo) a very skilled, very prolific art toaster. it's great quality artwork obviously, but your turnaround is wicked crazy fast to me. what does burnout look like for you? how do you manage to toast so many arts? what dark magics must you employ??

The hard truth is I worked in journalism for two years between 2010-2012 and customer service/hospitality starting at 16 years old in 2007 all throughout my life until 2022 and I don't want to go back to any of it now that I'm almost 33 - that's the main motivator to keep my freelance gig career doing art commissions going as long as possible. Fear and loathing of going back to that work environment keeps me focused.

In action...I'm not quite sure if I ever experience 'burn out'? I do experience art 'block' in that I can't think of anything to draw on my own or feel really unsatisfied with my work...so I just goof off with my canvas or do studies, but this doesn't interfere with doing commissions where I am told what to draw.

I just enjoy the physical act of drawing. Sometimes when I'm bored and restless and going for a walk doesn't help, I just draw more. When I was a kid I would just come home from school and draw crap between playing Gameboy/N64/Gamecube or browsing Elfwood/Newgrounds/DeviantART/Gaia Online, so it's literally just a habit now. If I don't draw for a long time I feel anxious and unwell. Somehow I just programmed my brain to think that art = leisure fun time, even if it's for work. I also tend to get into a "zone" sometimes and just put on video essays or music and a few hours later I'll have worked through some commission stuff.

I have three 'task lists' for my workflow:

A public trello board organized by work order types (N/SFW link)

A personal trello board organized by type/date in chronological order

A coloured tagging and folder system in my emails where I can just see the actual dates/timestamps of my last correspondence with a client so I know exactly who in my taskboard needs to be prioritized for their next WIP update

I hold myself to a standard of sending a client a WIP in stages:

rough draft (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

line art (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

final render (1-14 business days)

tweaks (1-2 business days)

So ideally, the client gets a finished commission in 3-6 weeks, so about 1-2 months. For larger projects I send more WIPs and the process is obviously longer. For simpler stuff like chibis, it's rarely a full six weeks. Over holidays I add an extra two weeks to my noted turn-around to account for IRL time off. On all my terms of service I have a maximum four months turn-around, essentially doubling the time I know my work flow is just in case there's some sort of medical or equipment emergency in my life that I need to account for that gives me a buffer (I also notify all clients)

Monday to Friday I wake up usually...late morning/early afternoon? I do anywhere from four to eight hours of artwork, broken up by walks, stretching, eating, cleaning, cooking, hanging out with my partner, etc. I look at my personal trello taskboard and emails to see what must be done and what can wait. I try to get at least 1-2 things done in a day though, be that sketches/line art/renders/revisions.

Right now I am looking at my email and task board, and the client with the highest wait time chronologically is someone who is waiting for their final render (sketch and line art already revised and done for them). Last email correspondence with them on the email says 9 days ago (so 7 business days, I'm supposed to take Sat-Sun off). Their order was paid in full and confirmed by me on November 9 and it is currently December 13, so I'm at about the 5 week mark (not accounting for delays in clients getting back to me of course) and I am very much On Course for my work load, no one has been without contact from me for 14 days or more so I'm pretty ahead of my game right now! I could take tomorrow off if I wanted, or only do 3-4 hours of work if I feel like it.

However the more work you finish and post, the more you show prospective clients your ability to finish orders and show your audience more art for engagement, so ideally I always like posting stuff when I can, it just creates a cycle of positive production and income.

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honeydots · 8 months

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If I can ask another one ‘you’re not alone. i’m staying right here.’ and Xanlow

"You're not alone. I'm staying right here." 1.4k, xanlow from this ask game

Xander had a business trip that was taking him across the country, way up by the northern sea and among the black rocks, freezing winds, and terrible storms. It’s meant to last months, and Inigo’s bendable when it comes to location, so—he decided to go along with.

This afternoon, Inigo’s sitting on one of the rocky beaches, solidly far from the cold ocean. The air is nice and salty, he’s got a thick blanket to sit on, and he’s only been rained on a tiny bit. He has a much wider view of the sea from the apartment they’re renting, but he was getting lonely inside. So now he’s lonely outside.

Xander’s at work right now, much deeper into the still-unfamiliar city that’s strikingly more gray than Windmire’s black. And Inigo, just a short while ago, got back from a dance class he found nearby. He’d like to say he’s going to a rehearsal tonight, but… Well, he’s between jobs.

He doesn’t really have connections in this part of Nohr. It was a struggle to get them for a while in Windmire, and he made the poor assumption that because he already went through that once, he wouldn’t again. Inigo’s been beating himself up for not asking around more to see if there were any friends-of-friends around here when he had the chance. Anxiety and freelancing unfortunately do not go hand-in-hand.

He hasn’t been completely jobless, but he’s certainly not busy at the moment. It’s harder to get a shoe in for contracts and auditions when he’s relatively unknown. And even if he’s been socializing in his classes to try and make some meaningful connections, so is everyone else, and Inigo is really great at flubbing things up.

Xander keeps telling him not to feel guilty—it’s always a possibility to be without work for a while with a job like this, and Xander makes more than enough to keep them afloat. But it’s hard to help it. Inigo was hoping he’d have gotten into a groove by now, yet he very much hasn’t, and it’s hard not to feel guilty using Xander’s money for his own things.

Not that moping by the sea is improving his situation whatsoever. But it’s pretty, it smells nice. And if nothing else is lovely in this gray city, at least the gray ocean has a charm. He doesn’t get to see it often.

Inigo’s outside longer than he realizes, because he gets a text from Xander asking where he is. He’s probably home, then—whoops. He tells him he’s by the ocean side, and asks if he should come back, but Xander doesn’t reply. So Inigo stays put, sitting quietly on his blanket, until he hears footsteps from behind.

Expectedly, it’s Xander. “You found me,” Inigo says lightly, scooting over a bit to make room. Xander sits down next to him, still in his stuffy work clothes, and he kisses Inigo’s temple lightly.

“You weren’t too hard to spot.” Which is fair, since Inigo’s like, the only person out here. It’s cold today—and Xander’s nice and warm, so Inigo certainly doesn’t mind the company. He leans into him, eyes still on the ocean, loneliness drifting away for a while.

“How was work?” Inigo asks. He’s still surprised it’s gotten so late. He’s not usually the sit-still-and -close-your-mouth type, but he’s feeling awfully sluggish today. So perhaps that’s why.

Xander sighs. “Fine,” he says. “Work.”

“Ah, yeah. At least you’re done now.” Xander’s work clothes are also gray, sometimes black, and sometimes Inigo gets him to wear a colorful tie. But he’ll always have a shock of blond that keeps him standing out. Inigo’s just the opposite, hair gray and dull, but he likes to wear blues and greens and whites. Sometimes purple, too, because his mother likes it most.

Xander puts his arm not quite around Inigo, but sets it down behind him so it crosses over his back. “How did your class go?”

Inigo shrugs. “Good, it was good. Pretty fun today, we worked on new stuff.” He inhales, then slumps. “I, uh. I’m kind of sort of making some friends?” It’s hard to be a socialite when the one tactic he had is completely off the board, now. Getting married kind of kills the flirting game. Not that he always got the best results with that, anyway.

Xander hums. He leans into Laslow, too. “I’m glad it’s coming along.”

“Ah, that’s a good term for it.”

A cold and slightly wet wind comes by, and they both shiver. Even if you can’t see the sun in Nohr, the nights are still colder than the days, and the evening is rolling in without a second thought. It was already chilly, but it’s getting chilly chilly.

“What are you doing out here?” Xander asks, and Inigo chews on his cheek. There’s why is he out here, and why has been out here for so long, which are two different questions with two different answers.

And despite what he asked, Xander’s probably looking for the latter. “I… Just got lost thinking, for a while,” he says. He looks down at his knees, covered by soft blue sweats and not doing a great job at keeping the cold out. “Wishing I’d get a call back, or something.”

Xander does put his arm around Inigo now, rubbing his arm gently. It warms him up a bit, and Inigo goes on. “There's this terrible feel of… Isolation, that I've got. Like—if you and I weren’t doing this together, what would I be doing? Living in a hovel and eating stale bread, workless as I’ve been?” He huffs, and cuddles into himself. “I hate having nothing to do.”

Xander scowls, in a very cute way that involves his lips scrunching a bit as his eyebrows lower. “You aren’t alone, there’s no point in giving what-ifs attention,” he says. “I’m here, I don’t mind. Take your time.”

“I know, I know,” Inigo says with a pout. “And I’d rather you here than not. It’s just—boring. And depressing. And you work for entirely too long, I get lonely.” That being, Xander works a respectable nine-to-five which he’ll only sometimes come back late from, since Inigo pesters him immensely otherwise.

Xander gives a small and considerate looking grin. "Maybe I'll try harder to beat the traffic next time," he says, which is nice. “Do you have plans for tomorrow yet?”

Inigo’s classes are every other day with a three-day weekend, so when a fraction of his time isn’t taken up by that, he’s sort of left open ended. Not that Xander doesn't work tomorrow, though, so he can't count on his company until later.

“I might go to the gym?” Inigo says, since he’d much rather be ready than not if he does end up getting a proper contract. “And, uh—if we need anything, I could go shopping, too.” Xander thinks for a moment, and so does Inigo—and then he completely hangs his head. “I feel like—like, I’m all washed up. Don’t I sound washed up? Am I still young enough to say I’m not old enough for this? ”

And Xander does not seem to appreciate the comment. “You aren’t washed up,” he says firmly, then frowns. “You were doing fine in Windmire.”

“But I feel like I am, and that makes all the difference.” Inigo throws out an arm, like he’s presenting himself. “Look at me. Sitting dramatically by an ocean, on a dark cloudy day, getting rained on—”

“Is it raining?” Xander says, interrupting Inigo’s self-deprecating rant and glancing up to the sky.

Inigo lets it go pretty seamlessly. “Oh, it has been. Only a little.”

Xander looks similarly unamused. “We’re going back inside,” he decides, and starts standing, leaving Inigo quite cold and alone.

“What? Nooo,” he says, since he was slightly enjoying the miserable feel. “I shouldn’t have mentioned that.”

Xander extends a hand to Inigo. “You’ll get yourself sick.”

Inigo just looks at his hand for a moment. And then he frowns, and takes it, and as he’s pulled to his feet he grumbles, “I won’t get sick.”

“You will,” Xander says, meaning Laslow didn’t mumble his grumble enough. “And then you’ll sulk around the apartment feeling useless all day.”

Laslow snatches up his blanket from the rocks. “I do that anyway.”

They start walking back together. Xander looks pretty cold in just his button up, so maybe it’s better they do. It’ll only be getting colder, after all.

And Inigo guesses—even if he’s feeling guilty and washed up, and even if he’s antsy all day and anxious all night—

It’s pretty nice to have somebody who’ll take care of you, too.

#WOOO THANKS FOR THE REQUEST #changed up prompt again slightly but i got into the groove of this idea and well. wording. whateva #i rly like modern xanlow i need to write them more.....#i also like casually in an established relationship xanlow. hey i might just like xanlow you guys--#fjdkfjksdjf #sorry it's slightly late!! i indeed was too tired to properly finish posting this yesterday after classes #but i had a lot of fun writing it regardless~#freelancing is one of my fave occupations for laslow as a dancer in modern aus this has come up before and it will come up again #it's just. good. its good!!#hehehe #anyway thank you again!!!! i had so much fun ;w;w;w;#dots writing games #dots answers asks #antivanwine14

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autisticempathydaemon · 7 months

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Hi love! A few of my mutuals have put these beautifully done matchups on my dash and I figured I'd give it a whirl! Especially since despite being here for a while I don't really talk to the community members that much!

I'm gonna try to do as many of the questions as possible so warning for the LONG ask! What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? Keeping You Around - Nothing But Thieves, specifically the chorus! Your lips want anyone else / Mine taste like everyone else Oh, that's a tragedy / Try not to pity myself You fall back into yourself / Oh, what a mess we're in I've got more hope of killin' war / Or seein' sound, ah-ah Than I've got of keepin' you around / Of keepin' you around, of keepin' you around Honestly this song reminds me of pre-confession Gavin and that grey area of the Freelancer's relationship with everyone else at that point during the cost.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? Yes!!!! I love watching them with my long-distance partner while we do parallel play and stuff on video call. We tend to cycle between Nexpo who does video game/internet horror long video essays (my ABSOLUTE favorite is his cinematic movie that retells the story of Ben Drowns called Ben Drowns Again) and Speedrunning videos like Summoning Salt or SmallAnt

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?) I have changed my name many times! I have ultimately landed on a new first and middle name! Damien Agro, both are in some part inspired by the channel however they mean more to me than the original inspiration. Damien is probably one of my highest kins (i say that like he's not in fact my highest kin) and also the name is the first one to really FEEL like me, especially after I re-labled as a transman instead of nonbinary

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why? Damien and Huxley's Solstice Comfort. It was the first time Damien really opened up about the Inversion to Huxley in a video as Damien and Huxley's after shocks took place on different days and Damien's was during Huxley's trip back home. I think it was a really important moment for the two of them and hearing it is a little to close to home sometimes.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) Sam, and I think its partially because I was there for his original introduction during the Bright Eyes series, in which he was not the person that Darlin' fell for. I know Erik had personal reasons for ending that series, but a part of me will always feel like it's because Darlin' would never had fallen for someone who said the things Sam had.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. Clue (1985)!!! This movie has been my favorite ever since I was a little kid and I love it now. On days where I'm super overstimulated I really love going back to this movie cause it's familiar! My partner and I quote it on a daily basis

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? I want to have the t-boy swag that Asher exudes and I want to be his best friend. We'd share transition tips and he can help me cut my hair.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) PLANES PLANES ITS EITHER PLANES OR MARINE LIFE I WILL RAMBLE ABOUT SHARKS OR PLANES OR STINGRAYS OR ANYTHING OCEAN OR AIR RELATED

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. Dr. Pepper (I quit energy drinks 2 WHOLE YEARS ago) or Cheerwine, and probably an Almond Joy or a mini Ice Cream

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. My Dasher playlist and my Damien and Huxley playlist ;w; those lil guys mean so much to me

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? Longplays with no commentary, I love video game ambience and I will just put on like a full playthrough of Five Nights at Freddy's just to hear the noises.

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! I think I've told you a good amount that calls for more questions if you have them! But thank you so much for having this little game going! -Damien

Ooh, an opportunity to pontificate about one of my favorite ships. I know we all love HuxDami, lord knows I do, but if I’ve got a Damien kinnie on my hands, I’ve got to let you know how sweet you’d be with Gavin.

First things first, we love a t4t couple. I think it’s super cute, and it can be so lovely to share a life with someone who has firsthand experience with what you’re going through. That said, I am so incredibly passionate about Gavin and his choosing of his own name and refusal to change how he looks to please anyone as a trans allegory. Thus, a gorgeous t4t couple who has all the transition tips for each other and would have the best thrift-shopping trips for the best fits. It can be so fun but also so harrowing to shop for clothes that feel gender-affirming while also looking good, and I think Gavin would be an absolute master of that, like having your own personal stylist who you also get to kiss.

Second things second, I think y’all could have a really cute, sweet, domestic life together. We get the idea that Gavin drifted a lot before he found a reason to settle into Dahlia, so I think there’s nothing he’d love more than staying home and binging Nexpo videos. I can imagine lots of chill, cozy nights in with him distracting you both while cooking, lazing about the couch in casual, unsexy underwear, him stealing your Cheerwine because he’d never tried it before he met you and he’s addicted to it now.

Song:

You're sitting on the chair/ Wrapped inside a bedsheet/ Playing with your hair/ Watching people on the high street/ If I wished myself a superpower/ I would make this moment last for hours/ If I had my will, time would just stand still/ Wait for me until I find some magic film/ To take a photograph and live inside

One, we love Cody Fry. What a darling. Two, I love how this encapsulated those cozy, loving, domestic nights that I was telling you about. A bittersweet three, this works especially well with Gavin or any of the other d(a)emons who know they won’t have forever with their human lives and would want this, want to preserve those moments as best as possible.

Runner-ups:

Camelopardalis would be a sweet runner-up, because I think he’d really like your vibes. I can see you infodumping about the ocean or watching your long gameplay videos being both relaxing but also fulfilling for him. Lasko, I love as a runner-up because his story also strikes me as a trans allegory and I think you could be a good influence in getting him to quit caffeine. Bless his heart, that boy does not need it.

note: again congratulations on yours and Pickle’s engagement 💕

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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gabrielle-kl · 1 year

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Not Your Average Legacy ~ Sims 4

Challenge Created by: gabrielle-kl

Hi, my name is Gabrielle and ever since early last year I wanted to see if I could create my own legacy challenge. Going into this challenge I want you to know that it’s not just about making a sim and completing the tasks to beat the challenge. This is a legacy challenge, however, I made it with endless storyline possibilities; think of it as a narrative adventure game where the player's choice is heavily impacted!

~ R U L E S ~

I do not specifically have rules other than following each generation in order and no money cheats (Only cheat your money for generation 1 for the starting funds).

If you play my challenge I would love to see your sims in action! Please use the tag #notyouraveragelegacy so I can see it!

Generation 01 - Writer’s Block

Ah….ok that’s pretty much that! You pack your bags, check your bank account to make sure you have enough simoleons and finally your laptop. Perfect, you're out the door leaving your small family and hometown to focus on the only thing that makes you feel like everything around you is in your control.

Growing up you liked making crazy narratives where there was always a twist at the end. You love making others wonder how are you going to finish the story. Like every book, it has chapters and your chapter begins in your new town. Now, this isn’t smart on your part but you got your new place for dirt cheap. I mean it’s empty, it only has your basic household necessities, and it’s not that bad but could be a fixer-upper.

Ignoring the fact you have barely anything in your home you take out your laptop….and head to town. You spot a cafe, decide to chill there for a bit and start doing what you love….writing. You honestly quite like this cafe and decided to write in here often, almost like your Jughead Jones.

Like every writer….sometimes we get stuck and can’t think of anything to write, you are under a lot of stress; I mean I don’t blame you, your home doesn’t even have a comfy couch, not to mention you are low on funds, like really low. Frustrated with yourself, you head home and try to figure out how you are going to pay bills and afford necessities. Yeah, you're going to need a job.

Get started: Start with a house or apartment that is practically empty it only has the basic household needs (ex: stove, fridge, bed, toilet, etc)

* When you start making money here and there that’s when you can start personalizing your home*

Starting simoleons: § 200

Traits - Creative, Bookworm, Loner

Likes: Writing

Aspiration - Best-selling author (Finishing the aspiration is optional)

Goals ~

Visit the same café three times a week to write stories on your laptop

Complete the writing skill

Try to befriend your neighbours

Get a part-time job of your choice

Find your spouse at the same café you always visit

Adopt a stray

Have as many kids as you want

C H O I C E

This Generation has a choice for the player to make. These are choices that you could build off of and integrate into your storyline.

After a while you realize the job you have now isn't making you happy, yeah it pays the bills but it is not what you want to do.

The choices are: to quit your job or find a way to get fired and then become a freelance writer.

Generation 02 - You never really grew up

As a kid, you were always playing with the kids who lived in your neighbourhood along with your siblings. You would play at the park, build forts, have sleepovers, tell stories and watch movies super late. You did everything with them, but that didn’t last long. Unfortunately, things don’t stay the same; some of your childhood friends started to drift and do different things that interest them, which includes spending time with other kids. Even your siblings tell you they don’t have time to do these activities with you anymore. You lose all contact with your childhood buddies because all you want to do is what you always did with them, but they find it childish but you don’t.

It hurt for a while and you found it quite difficult to build friends in school because none of them were interested. But that didn’t stop you from being a kid at heart, you would go to online chat rooms and talk to people online. You would talk to a bunch of people there and end up texting and calling each other. It makes you so happy that you have people that you can connect with that don’t find your way of spending time with each other childish.

Traits - Childish, Insider, Geek

Aspiration - Leader of the pack

Goals ~

Befriend the kids in your neighbourhood or even some school kids

Collect frogs and Mysims Trophies

Always accept to hang out with friends

Call friends often

Fall out with all your childhood friends as a teen

Make four new friends and keep those friends

Never move out of your childhood home

Have 2-3 Kids

Have three failed part-time jobs (constantly getting fired)

C H O I C E

This Generation has a choice for the player to make. These are choices that you could build off of and integrate into your storyline.

The choices are: you rekindle a friendship with one of your ex-friends or fall in love with someone in your new friend group.

Generation 03 - Wild

You’re quite the charmer, it stands out amongst your siblings. Hey, it followed you right to high school, you were that semi-popular kid but mostly annoyed everyone with slick remarks. Well, I guess someone finds you funny because you end up finding yourself in a relationship, the two of you just clicked. You would go on dates with each other in the most random places sometimes.

College applications are starting and you have already applied, however, your lover tells you he/she doesn’t have any plans to go to college. You both decide that instead of breaking up, you have a long-distance relationship.

While at college you’re having a blast, and you tend to throw big dorm parties, like cops knocking on your door-type parties. Dorm mates secretly hate you but at least you clean up after yourself…in the morning….they can’t be mad at you forever, right?

Juggling studying, partying and a whole relationship back home, yep you didn’t think this through; the stress is getting to you but you don’t show it. But then you do something that you might regret.

Traits - Romantic, Goofball, Maker

Aspiration - Master Maker

Goals ~

Have a high school sweetheart and remain with them throughout University

Get a secret matching tattoo with your lover as a teen

Use the woodworking table to max handiness skill

Apply for University and major in business

Join the spirit squad or spirit corps (depending on which university you attend)

Throw big parties every week while at University

Call your girlfriend/boyfriend back home often

Hook up with four different sims at one of your parties

Graduate from University and join the business career

Work on inventions throughout your life and sell them for a profit (Go ahead, open that store!)

Have one kid

C H O I C E

This Generation has a choice for the player to make. These are choices that you could build off of and integrate into your storyline. So you did cheat on your high school sweetheart during a party at university. What do you do?

Confess about cheating on your partner once you return home or never tell them what you did.

If you tell them that you cheated on them depending on how they respond, you can rekindle the love or let them go and move on. However, if you decide to never tell them you have to stay with them and have another secret hookup with one of your hook-ups from your University days. (That’s brutal….)

Generation 04 - Guilty Pleasure

I swear you just let anything fly out of your mouth! Of course, you don’t see anything wrong with it but your parents do and they are very concerned about it. That however doesn’t bother you at all, as a kid you liked to obsess over the weirdest things and would not shut up about it. If it interested you, you made sure everyone around you knew about it too.

A lot of other people you know find the things you are into very strange and none of your friends are interested in them, they think it's weird and I don’t blame them. You pick up random hobbies but can never stick to one, you also like dressing up in random costumes doing these hobbies. You are in your own little world and to you, it’s your guilty pleasure. However, being a young adult and trying to please your parents at the same time is very tricky, so you get a job in the cooking business and try your best to be responsible and work hard in your career. But knowing you that doesn’t work out, does it?

You check in with your parents every week and let them know how “amazing” you are in your career and how well life is going for you. It’s your way of showing them how much you've matured…..although what they don’t know can’t hurt them. You like to go to clubs and bars every weekend and sip a few drinks and go on stage and show the crowd how talented you are! Maybe a shot at stardom?…. Yeah in your dreams.

On one of your weekly trips to the bar you get yourself into a pickle, how are you going to cover this up now?

Traits - Lazy, Glutton, Family Oriented

Aspiration - Joke Star

Goals ~

Reach Level 5 in five different skills

Go out to eat with your parents / call them every week (while they're still alive)

Go to bars/clubs every weekend and have a few drinks before you get up on stage and do stand-up comedy

Have three good friends

Get into two fights at the bar/club

Get Pregnant or get another sim pregnant from a random hookup

C H O I C E

This Generation has a choice for the player to make. These are choices that you could build off of and integrate into your storyline.

Oh no! Now you’ve got a kid, what are YOU going to do? Either, keep in touch with the other parent, meaning let he/she visit your kid and maybe this little hook-up could be more, or not? Up to you. Or after your child is born you keep the baby with you and never speak to the other parent again.

Generation 05 - Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

You can’t stand your mom/dad (Gen 4 parent) everything they do is so questionable as if they have zero idea what's going on at all times; the majority of your free time is spent watching action channels on tv or playing with action figures. You spend most of your time in your room with the door locked and you don’t care to make friends with kids your age so it’s just you. No matter how much your mom/dad tries to please you, you do not pay them any attention. You like spy movies and you decided being a secret agent is your dream job no matter what the cost was. However, being in this line of work made you quite paranoid and all of a sudden you disappeared. Where did you go?

Traits - Genius, Ambitious, Good (when you pick your career branch, change your good trait to erratic or paranoid)

Aspiration - Neighbourhood Confindate (Optional to complete)

Goals ~

Have good grades in school (child to teen)

Move out of mom/dad's house once a young adult (Get a part-time job if you have to)

Max the Charismatic skill

Have a high level of Logic skill

Have a high level of athletic skill (doesn’t need to be maxed)

Have a mediocre relationship with Gen 4 parent

Get a job as a secret agent (eventually, go into the Diamond agent branch)

Surprisingly you fall in love with someone you work with

Have two kids

C H O I C E

This Generation has a choice for the player to make. These are choices that you could build off of and integrate into your storyline.

You've grown quite paranoid ever since you started working as a spy. You think that in the middle of the night, someone is going to come for you, I mean I don’t know who but you do.

Pack your bags and all your belongings, leave your spouse and kids behind, move to an off-the-grid location, and lose contact with everyone you know. Quit being a spy to start a new “safe life” (that’s not messed up in the slightest, but hey who am I to judge)

In the middle of the night, you decide to wake up your spouse and tell them to get the kids and pack their packs and meet you in the car. Because all of you are moving to a new home that is far far away from your original home to start a “new life”.

Generation 06 - Globetrotter

All of a sudden your life changed overnight. Literally! Everything you once knew before is all different now, nothing feels like how it used to be and they won’t even tell you why. No one will tell you why. You started acting up as a teen; going out late at night, staying up super late, fighting, you even ran away. You only made it to a park but that was cut short because one of your parents found you, your life is a complete mess. Honestly, I don’t blame you; but apart from being angry all the time you found a hobby you quite enjoy.

Remember when I said you attempted to run away? Well, this time you steal your parent's credit card and sneak out at night to a completely different country. Who cares where it was, you just wanted to feel some adrenaline for once. On your adventure, you decided to start taking a lot of pictures of everything you saw and started engaging in conversation with the people who lived there. Your childhood was pretty much sheltered and even though your parents are frantically searching for you, you're too busy living it up overseas; might as well send a postcard!

Traits - Kelptomanic, Hot-Headed, Materialistic

Aspiration - Serial Romantic (Optional to finish)

Goals ~

Have a terrible relationship with Gen 5 parent (if they are still in your life)

Master Photography and Media Production

Have above Level 5 in writing

Go for a jog once a week

Have three different romantic relationships with sims from three different worlds

Be disliked by two sims

Go on vacation five times throughout your life or even more (you are a traveller, of course)

Every time you are on vacation make sure you vlog the experience with a drone (Pretending you have a travel channel)

C H O I C E

This Generation has a choice for the player to make. These are choices that you could build off of and integrate into your storyline.

These are your choices; you start gaining a little following on your youtube channel but you want more and in order to do more you need money to go on more trips. You don’t have a job and you need money fast. Instead of searching for a job you decide to steal from various people in your neighbourhood without them knowing and sell it for your own gain.

You resist going down that dark path and choose a none illegal route. You pick up a job and start making money but still keep your followers posted, and every earning you get you put it towards your channel! Only time will tell if it pays off.

Hope you really enjoy this challenge as much as I had fun making it. Dag, Dag! :)

#Not Your Average Legacy ~ Sims 4 #notyouraveragelegacy #ts4 #Sims 4 #legacy challenge

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