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Scrambled Eggs P1

(3rd POV)

Charlie hummed to herself as she made her way towards her brother's room. 'That dummy probably fell asleep at his desk again.' she giggled to herself before knocking on (Y/N)'s door. She frowned softly; (Y/N) was usually a light sleeper, so that knock would've woke him up immediately.

Charlie opened the door to pop her head in, her eyes landing on her brother's bed, eyes widening at sight before biting her lip to stop herself from squealing too loudly.

In (Y/N)'s bed, laid a shirtless prince and Angel Dust curled in his arms. (Y/N) laid on his back, with Angel curled into his side, beak pressed against the side of the blond's neck, of of his upper arms holding under (Y/N)'s shoulder, the other draped across his chest. Both of the spider's lower arms were holding onto the prince's waist.

Their legs were covered by (Y/N)'s heavy blanket, but you can tell their legs were tangled. (Y/N)'s wings were wrapped protectively around them.

Charlie used her phone to take a photo, before quitly shutting the door.

Once the door was shut, Charlie immediately ran down towards the kitchen and tackled a drowsy Vaggie. "Vaggie! Look, look, look!" She squealed, showing off the stolen photo. "Woah... about time." she muttered, pressing a kiss to Charlie's cheek before turning back to her coffee.

"Maybe we'll let them sleep for a bit. And let's keep this between is, babe. You know how private your brother is." Vaggie smiled, placing a hand on Charlie's shoulder.

*Timeskip*

Charlie finished nailing the last nail to the banner. "That looks perfect!"she squealed, examining it. It read, 'Happy first week, Sir Pentious!'

"Ahh! I am so excited that Sir Pentious is staying at the hotel." She sang, making her way down the ladder.

"Um, Pentious was just trying to take over the city with his weird steampunk bullshit a few days ago." Vaggie pointed out, hands on her hip.

"Well, I haven't seen him try to pull any of that here." Charlie defended, just as the snake himself rolled over a cannon looking thing, his Egg Bois sitting on top.

"What the hell is that?" asked Vaggie.

"Oh, hello, purple female," Sir Pentious greeted, tiping his hat at the women. "It's my new invention, the 'SSSSkin Flayer 11,000.' I'm really looking forward to shooting the other residentsss." He grinned, rubbing his hand together.

"What? Why?" asked a baffled Charlie.

"Everyone is being too nice," answered the snake before rolling his eyes, "Obviously, it must be a lie. I can sssense they are planning to kill me, but when? How? I must be prepared! Ooh, the new parts of my machine are here." He perked up before slithering over to the delivery girls.

"Sign, please." Odette held a clipboard out, which the demon did happily before turning to the delivery. "Thank you for your business. Enjoy your Carmine purchase." she waved goodbye as she and her sister departed.

"Carmine? As in Carmella Carmine..You are buying parts from an overlord?" Vaggie growled.

"Uh, of course," Sir Pentious said in a 'duh' tone, "She's the top weapons dealer in Hell."

"Okay, well, that stops right now." Vaggie took the parts from him, turning to him as he protested. "Hey!"

"You absolutely cannot build weapons in this hotel. No one is trying to kill you. People are being nice because they want you to feel welcome." Vaggie raised an eyebrow as Pentious peeked over his cannon to look at the other members of the hotel.

Husk was behind the bar, drinking a bottle of his Cheap Booze, before peeking an eye open and sending a middle finger at the snake.

Angel was leaning against (Y/N)'s side, turning between scrolling through social media, and watching the prince sketch in his sketchbook, when both males smirked at the snake and sent him their middle fingers again.

(Y/N) was still pissed about Pentious breaking into his office and attempting to send recordings to the TV themed Overlord.

Angel just wanted to be an asshole.

Niffty was dusting the table, before turning slowly and smiling manically at the snake, giggling devilishly.

"Hmm, I have my doubts." hissed Pentious. "Well, it's true. You have to trust us." Vaggie rolled her eye.

"But I don't." retorted the snake demon.

"Well, why don't we focus on that for today's activities?" Charlie spoke up, hoping to lighten the tension.

"Not before we lay some ground rules." Vaggie interrupted, "No more building weapons, no more plotting against the other guests. And you need to get rid of those things." She pointed at the Egg Bois who were playing with Pentious' new weapon parts, and accidentally fired a laser at the ceiling.

"Oh, what did I just say? What did I just say?" grumbled the white haired woman, pointing at the hole.

"What? Not my little Egg Bois! They do my evil bidding for me!" He begged, hugging the little creatures close to him. "Do you want to stay here and redeem yourself?" Vaggie raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?" Pentious asked, raising an eyebrow. "Then no more eggs."

"All right, eggies. You've got to go." sobbed Pentious, "I...can't keep you anymore," "Okay boss!" They saluted him, walking away with Vaggie as he continued to protest them, "No, don't resist. This is how it has to be." He sobbed into his hands, Charlie awkwardly patting his shoulder.

*Upstairs*

Alastor hummed along to the light jazz music he was playing as he ate his....breakfast. "Alastor!" called Vaggie, startling the Radio Demon. "Do you mind? I'm in the middle of breakfast." he ate another forkful.

"Pentious' eggs are all over the place and I need you to get rid of them." Vaggie watched through an narrow eye. "Oh, well, in that case, I'd be delighted to!" He walked closer to the Latina, who crossed her arms and glared. "Humanely!" she snapped.

"Hm. Well that's a lot less fun," grinned Alastor, eyes glowing red, revealing the X on his forehead, before he turned to normal and shrugged. "But I suppose I can take care of that on my outing today." He nodded his head to Vaggie who smiled briefly. "Great."

She caught sight of the 'breakfast', that Alastor was eating and grimaced. "That looks disgusting."

*Downstairs in the main lobby*

"Hi, guys! Thanks for coming," Charlie smiled at the demons sitting in front of her, "It's been brought to our attention that there maybe a litttttlllleeeee tension in the hotel."

Pentious hissed as he picked up Niffty to further examine her, the little cyclops not minding as he squeezed her, aiming his death ray at her.

"Tension that can be counterproductive to what we're trying to do here." Vaggie side eyed Pentious as he hissed in irritation.

"We think that this group could really benefit from...Trust exercises!" "Trust exercises!" Vaggie and Charlie cheered, Vaggie falling on her butt. "Ah, shit." she hissed.

"Vaggie, we rehearsed this." Charlie blinked at her girlfriend, helping her up. Vaggie smiled sheepishly, making Charlie smile at her goofiness. "We're doing trust exercises. "

The group looked her rather boredly, (Y/N) smiling at his sister encouragingly, sending her a thumbs up.

"So, what's the whole, uhhh, this?" Husk asked, gesturing to the stage behind the two women. "I'm not about to put on some show for these fucking chumps. It's bad enough when Prince here gets inspired, he tries to dress me up." grumbled the cat.

(Y/N) grinned from his spot next to Angel, "No, no I don't try, kitty, I do." He chuckled to himself, holding up his sketch book mockingly as the winged cat demon playfully rolled his eyes, a smirk on his face.

"You've been spending too much time with Legs over there." scoffed Husk.

Angel perked up, tossing his long legs on (Y/N)'s lap, gold tooth glinting in the light. "Oh I will put on a show, but it's cash up front, " He held his hand out for cash, before pointing at Pentious, "And I know that one, can't afford me."

"Gross! I'd never think of it, spider!" hissed the snake, crossing his arms.

"That's fine, because I'm VIP only, and only (Y/N) here gets the special treatment from me." Purred Angel, cupping the prince's face, leaning forward, eyelids low, a grin on his face. "Mia cara, non davanti a tutti. (My darling, not in front of everyone).." blushed (Y/N), a shaky smile on his face before he mushed Angel in his face before turning back to an amused Charlie.

"Mi les lexi re manka. (Don't you say a word, you brat.)" He hissed, she merely grinned, knowing her brother wouldn't hurt her, "Den eipa tipota. (I didn't say anything)"

Vaggie spoke up, "Right, well let's get started, Charlie?" Vaggie smiled, trying to move things along.

"Actually, I thought maybe you could take the lead on this one. I trust everyone, so maybe you know better about how to build it properly." Charlie smiled encoruagingly, as everyone came in a line, to see what Vaggie had planned.

"What? Uhh, I don't know if I'm qualified, uh--" "Oh, come one. It'll be easy, I'm sure you can handle this." Charlie said, complete faith in her beautiful girlfriend.

"Yeah, um..sure. I can handle this. No problem." She eyed the raised eyebrows and scowls from some of the men.

She shouted like a drill Sargent, "All right, so we are starting with trust falls. Each of you are going to share something vulnerable with the group about yourself and then fall backwards whole the rest of the group catches you! Got it? Who wants to go first?"

Charlie excitedly raised her hand. "Ooohh, ooohh, me me me me! Me! Me! Me!" she grabbed Vaggie's shoulder who looked amused. "All right. Get on up here."

"I love you guys. Like really, really love you." She said, tearfully, falling backwards into Vaggie's waiting arms. "That...felt...great!" she giggled, kicking her feet happily.

"Angel, why don't you go next?" she suggest, looking at him upside down.

"Fiiinneee." sighed the spider, as he sashayed up to the stage. "This time, everyone needs to catch him. Okay, unless you want me to hurt you." Vaggie held out her spear in warning.

Niffty, Husk and Pentious walked closer, (Y/N) moving Vaggie's spear from near him.

"Oh, somethin' about myself huh? How about this? I love to suck---" Angel grinned widely, making a certain gesture, "I swear to fuck if you say dicks!" Husk growled loudly, Angel smirking to himself.

"Popsicles, ya sicko! Get your mind out of the gutter." He winked, before falling back into (Y/N)'s waiting arms. "But you know, (Y/N)'s dick too!" Angel grinned, running a hand over the prince's belt buckle.

(Y/N) dropped him on his ass with a playful grin. "Whoops. "

Angel rubbed his butt ,and rolled his eyes playfully, before turning to Sir Pentious. "All right, new guy, you're up."

"I don't want to live without my minions. Nobody catch me." Sighed the snake tearfully before falling backwards, grunting when Charlie and Vaggie caught him. "Damn it." he groaned. "That's great, wow, you are slimey." Vaggie grimaced, shoving him away, wiping her hands off on her dress.

"(Y/N), you're up." Charlie urged her brother, who sighed dramatically, before climbing up to the stage.

"Umm..." (Y/N) placed a hand on his hip as he hummed, thinking. "Um, I can use the feathers off my wings as kunais for long distance attacks. And I have deadly accuracy. " He grinned, briefly showing his demon form.

He turned and fell into Angel's arms, "Hey, sweet cheeks. Come here often?" Angel purred, making (Y/N) huff and roll his eyes, a very faint red on his cheeks. "Put me down, idiota!" He snapped, mushing Angel's face again.

"Niffty, your turn." (Y/N) smiled at the little cyclops who giggled excitedly before rushing to the stage, eye wide with murderous glee.

"Sometimes I kill mother bugs in front of their children as a warning to others." she admitted before jumping off, and face planting on the floor as everyone else took a few steps back.

The rest of the members eyed her clearly weirded out. "Yay! Pain!" Niffty got up to jump off again and again while Charlie and Vaggie snuck off to talk in private.

"I don't know if this is really working the way we hoped." Charlie whispered, before perking up, "Maybe we should--" "Honey, you have to trust me here. I got this, okay? I'll figure something out." Vaggie soothed Charlie's worried mind.

Both looked up as Angel suddenly loomed over them with a smirk and a mischievous glint in his eye, and pulled them into a huddle with his arms. "If you're in the market for some ideas, I got just the thing for some 'trust' buildin.' " He lowered his body to be eye level with Vaggie as she sighed, and eyed him. "What do you have in mind?"

*with Alastor*

The Radio Demon walked through the city as the Egg Bois followed him, chattering away. "Oh boy. What's the plan boss? I like your suit! What are the antlers for? Can I touch your staff thing? Are those your ears? Or is it your hair? I can't tell."

Alastor's right eye twitched in annoyance, as he debated if he should get rid of them humanely like Vaggie asked, or say fuck it.

"Hark, Alastor. How fare thee this day?" A green and black spider demon asked, approaching the Radio Demon who grinned excitedly seeing the figure.

"Who's that boss? Want me to rough him up for you?" asked the Egg Bois, ready to defend the deer.

"Follow in silence if you value your shell." hissed Alastor before turning to the demon in front of him. "Greetings, Zestial!" He greeted, as demons around them took notice of who was there, screaming in fear.

"Ah, the weather doth become this fine day." Zesital replied, narrowing his eyes at a demon who ran out of a bar, arguing with someone inside. "Oh shit!" They screamed, disappearing.

"Indeed. Looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon." The two demons watched as another doused himself in lighter fluid before setting himself on fire and running away in fear.

"I do revel in the screams. How art thou? It has been an age since thou hath graced us with thy presence." The two started walking, ignoring the multiple demons who ran in and hid in fear.

"Some hath soun wild tales of you falling to holy arms." hummed Zestial.

Alastor laughed, "Oh, I just took a well earned sabbatical. Nothing serious." Alastor looked around briefly before turning to the green and black spider. "Though it's fun to keep everyone on their toes, haha!" He turned on a laugh track briefly.

Zestial chuckled lowly, "There too hath been rumor of thy involvement with the princess and her recent flight of fancy." Alastor watched as he opened his cloak dramatically, through lazy eyes.

"Tell me, how does thou fall in such folly?"

"That is for me to know. But please, do guess. I'd love to know the theories." Alastor side eyed the spider as he continued to walk.

"T'would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your mind, Alastor. Thou hath been naught but an enigma since thy manifested in this realm." complimented the spider.

"Coming from someone as ancient as you, I take that as quite the compliment." The deer smiled, before they reached their destination.

They both looked into a security camera; the camera glitching when Alastor grinned into it, before stepping onto the elevator.

The Egg Bois tried to follow but were stopped by the Radio Demon. "No, no. I havea very important task for you." He tapped his claws on his staff, "Stay here and guard the front until I return. " The Egg Bois saluted determinedly back.

"Oh, look!" cried one of the Egg Bois as the elavator lifted up, "Frank is up there!" he pointed to their friend who was banging on the glass with worry on his face. "We have names?" asked another who shrugged.

*Upstairs with the Radio Demon.*

Frank watched in awe, as many other demons came and joined Alastor and Zestial at the table. He stood behind Alastor, peeking over at a demoness. He waved happily, before the woman grinned, showing her sharp teeth. "Oh!" exclaimed the little egg.

Metallic clinking echoed in the room as a woman with her hair in a horn style, and ballerina shoes on her feet. "Welcome, Hell sovereign overlords. I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city." She was joined by the two young ladies who made the delivery to Sir Pentious earlier that day.

"Together, you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new extermination schedule." She slammed her fist on the table. "We need to discuss what can be minimize the impact to our interest."

Hearing a soft rattling, the woman turned to see Zestial having a seat next to her, summoning a cup of tea.

"Zestial, so good to see you, my friend." "Enchanted as always, Carmilla."

Carmilla then noticed the Radio Demon. "Alastor?"

"Yes, I know I've been absent sometime. I'm sure you've been wondering." Alastor gestured theatrically.

"Not really. But welcome back in any case." replied Carmilla, shrugging her shoulders as Alastor's face tightened in annoyance.

She snapped her fingers, and Odette handed her a clipboard. "This year's extermination was brutal, far more even than years past." Her daughters sat in their seats, Odette pulling up a slideshow behind Carmilla.

"We have assessed that about 16% of the population was lost. With the angelic legions, now returning twice as quickly, I think it prudent we--" a door slamming cut her off.

"Yes, I've got it handled, Vox." Velvette said loudly into her cell phone. "Are you doubting me?"" she asked. "Really? Me? That's what I thought." The pink haired demon cackled, leaning against her chair.

"Haha! Yes, I know. They're all a joke." She grinned, purposely making eye contact with Carmilla. "Thank you, Vee. See you soon. Kisses, darling." She sent kisses towards the phone before hanging up, and throwing herself into her chair.

"Nice of you to join us, Velvette." Carmilla said politely. "Will your...colleagues be joining?" She asked, disdain clear in her face.

"No. They have better shit to do than to listen to an old windbag,who thinks she's tough shit." Carmilla narrowed her eyes at the language. "I'm here to represent." She then took a picture of the ballerina and add poop emojis around her.

"Charming," Carmilla rolled her eyes before turning back to the slide show. "So, as I was saying, we need to discuss--" Velvette once again interrupted by raising her hand in the air. "Yes?" Carmilla asked, annoyed.

"On the subject of discussion..." Velvette threw an exorcist's head onto the table, getting a varying array of responses. "Oh shit!" "Oh, tasty!" Alastor exclaimed.

"Where did you get this?" asked the white haired woman, her eyes flashing red.

"We found it during extermination day." explained Velvette as she stood up. "If these Holy Rollers can be killed, the game has changed." She jumped on the table as she explained herself.

"We can take the fight to them. The boys and I have come up with a full assault plan." Velvette was interrupted by Zestial slurping loudly on his tea...for a good few seconds.

"If it be true thee and thy colleagues desire to war with such meagre proof...Thou art far more foolish than I be thought."

The fashionista scoffed, " "Meager proof? It's a dead fucking exorcist. I'd say that's pretty fucking definitive. You going blind, old man?" She mocked.

Zesital shrugged his shoulders. "We know not how this perished...Mayhaps t'was not by a demon's hand at all. If we rush to war without knowing mightn't they purge all of Hell for daring an uprising?"

The other overlords muttered in agreement. Velvette noticed that Carmilla was suddenly silent, looking downcast.

She smiled sharply, "Oh, I get it. So Grandpa is too pussy to fight, so I guess there's no point, right?" Zestial remained silent.

"Oh. What's the matter, Fossil? Too senile to make a real power grab for--"

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nobodyroboty · 5 months

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a (tentative?) rec list.

Tarot club+

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38837736 - Mysterious world’s got Talent

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48788674 - Behind the scene, It Was All A Movie AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34300597 - A space you can’t leave without XX, Arrodes forces the tarot club to share embarrassment moments (Mandarin)

Gehrman & co

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36278455 - Cheers! , Gehrman gets drunk, Gehrman & golden dream co

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49488802 - kjære venn, Alger makes a mistake during a mission, Alger & Gehrman, angst

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34937725 - Unexpected reunion, Danitz, Benson, Melissa

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46399726 - Klein Moretti on the sea, Klein goes on a mini vacation for his own sanity. (Mandarin)

Klein & Melissa

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36459721 - A wish that cannot be granted, Melissa bumps into Merlin

Lofter fics -

https://xiaoxiaoxiaoxiaoxiao490.lofter.com/post/1f5b6d65_2ba811f3a Make a wish once, Melissa bumps into Merlin

Returning home

https://kapuayi.lofter.com/post/1dd476be_1c772dac9 pt1

https://kapuayi.lofter.com/post/1dd476be_1c8c8542f pt2

https://kapuayi.lofter.com/post/1dd476be_1c947e99b pt3

fool & world(s) -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49481674 - Universal cat distribution system, modern AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45438715 - Ancient God and his blessed ones, Fool adopted his other identities

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50510632 - The scientist and the robot, Fool creates a robot, angst

Klein & Klein(s) -

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3192888 - Daily life of cat worms, series

Klein & Tianzun -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46566379 - Path of least resistance, Klein & Tianzun reach truce

Klein & Azik

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47151802 - Claws and Effect, Klein turns into a cat by accident

https://letefaux.lofter.com/post/1db33eaf_1c91ed9de - Waiting for spring, Azik reads all the letters Klein sent him, and responds with some of his own

Klein/Azik

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27116716 - Our own Ocean, College AU (Mandarin)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26229157 - pale, if Azik chose option 2 (Mandarin)

Klein & Leonard

Lofter fic,

Cat bug battle - Klein turns into 600 marionettes. Leonard, Audrey, Melissa, Benson, unfinished

https://kapuayi.lofter.com/post/1dd476be_1c7310a2c pt 1

https://kapuayi.lofter.com/post/1dd476be_1c736204c pt2

https://kapuayi.lofter.com/post/1dd476be_1c7603122 pt3

Klein/Leonard

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43292967 - If I could do it all over again, Time travel fix it, longer fic, ongoing

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3626857 - series of fics, containing Tingen what-ifs, in modern day AU, spy AU, and Gerhman & Hunter duo (Mandarin)

Misc

https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/50666587 - Black haze, LOTM reimagined to have more horror, steampunk, mystery

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44491129 - What non-LOTM readers will never understand, a summary of lotm that gradually drives a nail into your heart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23961289 - Confessions of a fool, Retelling of lotm, ABO no pairings, world building instead (Mandarin)

https://s12w91.lofter.com/post/1d42c155_1cb679879. - If the mysterious plot were reversed, instead of Zhou Mingrui -> Fool, Fool -> Zhou Mingrui

#lord of the mysteries #Lotm fic recs #If you want more recs for something or other I could probably add more #Just ask #A few of these fit under more than one label

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watcheraurora · 2 months

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Abducted

I wanted to combine some ideas. This was the result. Happy reading 5.1k words

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Scar groaned. Everything hurt. Which, by and large, was not a new experience for him. He was more than used to constant pain. Usually at a slightly lower level than this. But this time his head was also pounding.

He heard a familiar cough from nearby.

Peeling one eye open, he tried to lift his head—only for his neck to scream in pain and prevent him from doing so. Still, he could see.

Beside him on the spruce-wood floor, a head of fire hair burned low to its owner's scalp. Diamond armor—sans helmet—covered a red coverall jumpsuit and black utility vest.

Tango shifted slightly, sounding like he was hurting too.

Scar checked their surroundings.

They appeared to be in Tango's house. The steampunk cottage. Scar had gotten lost in here multiple times, but he knew they were on the floor with the big open balcony designed for landing and taking off with Elytra. Because this was the room with the bed. Which neither of them were on. Instead, they were splayed out, fully clothed, on the floor.

"T... Tango?" Scar asked. His voice was hoarse.

"Hey buddy," Tango replied, equally strained and raspy.

"You okay?"

"Head's pounding like you wouldn't believe, but nothing's broken." Tango managed to turn his head, his bloodred eyes meeting Scar's gaze. "You?"

"Same."

Scar tried to sit up. He'd been through pain like this, he could push through. He could—

Purple chains appeared around him, keeping him lashed to the floor. "Ah, ah, ah," a voice said. Feminine and unfamiliar. "You'll stay right where you are if you know what's good for you."

Scar and Tango both scrunched their brows and turned to follow the voice. Up another short flight of stairs, on another "floor" of Tango's M.C. Escher painting he called an interior design, stood a figure.

Definitely none of the Hermits. Her skin was so dark purple it was almost black, nebulae and stars constantly shifting, drifting over exposed skin. Her hair was long and flowing, played with by a nonexistent breeze, and only slightly lighter purple than her skin. She was dressed in black. A tank top and loose trousers. Barefoot. With a cloak on. The underside of the cloak was more cosmic sights, brighter than her skin. It billowed in that same nonexistent breeze that toyed with her hair.

Scar blinked when he got to her eyes. They glowed the brightest, most vibrant purple of all—and were actually glowing.

A sword hung on her hip. At first glance, he thought it was Netherite. But the metal of the blade was too black, and stars glittered on its surface too.

"Who are you?" Tango asked, a snap to his voice that showed he was more than a little displeased to have his house broken into.

The figure smiled. Her teeth were sharp. "You'll find out." She seemed to be half-obscured by shadow, even though Tango had lit his base up fairly well.

Then Scar realized those shadows were great black wings, towering more than a head taller than her.

He scrunched his eyebrows again. "Have we met before?"

She smirked. "No," she replied blithely. She raised a hand and examined her nails. Her eyes flicked up. A spectral, translucent eye blinked into existence on her forehead, glowing and large.

Pain burned in Scar's torso. Lava in his stomach and fire in his heart. He cried out, curling up on himself. Black crept around the edges of his vision. The chains didn't stop him. Tango ground out a noise of agony beside him, clutching at his chest through his armor.

It was over as quick as it had begun. Both Scar and Tango slumped.

"Hmm," the figure grunted, as though noting the weather. "Interesting. Still there, but only a single fiber left. I'd hoped so." She looked between Tango and Scar, her eyes focusing on Scar. "Now which one..."

"What—the he—" Scar couldn't even finish his sentence. He panted, his body reeling from the pain, even though it was gone. Tango was staring with wide eyes, pupil, iris, and sclera all indistinguishable from one another.

"Scar!" Tango stage-whispered, voice raspy still. "You okay?" He seemed to have recovered okay from the pain.

Scar didn't have an answer to that. It should have been a simple Yes or No. It wasn't.

"Um..." He shook his head. Spots were swimming across his vision.

The sky outside darkened as a crack of thunder resounded. So loud Scar thought his eardrums might burst. No flicker of lightning preceded it. Just darkness.

The figure in the next room smiled, showing those sharp teeth again.

In a ripple of black-and-purple shadow, another figure appeared right on the edge of Tango's balcony. The figure wore a black robe. One that fell directly to the ground, slits cut into the back for massive black wings. A black mask with a purple symbol like a broken Nether portal covered half the newcomer's face. The upper half. The hood of the robe was drawn up over the head. But not enough to block the light-brown bangs falling over the newcomer's forehead.

"You wanted my attention," a familiar voice snapped. "You have it." An otherworldly resonance accompanied the words. Like the words themselves were spoken by the thunder that rolled over the server again.

Darkness was radiating off the figure like fog, little flickers of purple occasionally visible.

The newcomer also wore a sword. The same starry black one that the one in the other room wore.

She was still smiling. "There you are, little bird," she crooned. "Come in, come in. Let's talk."

"Release Scar and Tango first. Then we'll talk," the newcomer spat.

"Oh, but if I release them, you won't listen!" the first shot back. She clenched her fist and yanked back. The chains reappeared, bright purple, showing she was holding them. Tango shouted in pain as the chains burned against his armor.

The newcomer growled. Animalistic and furious. Purple lightning flickered away from him. Scar... recognized the newcomer's teeth? Vaguely? Like he'd seen them smiling for years. "Let. Them. Go."

"Look at you, little bird. You've been the biggest, baddest being on every server you've been in since you left us and you think you can intimidate me."

The newcomer drew his sword and took a step deeper into the room. Barefoot under the robe, just barely peeking out from underneath. "I won't tell you again, Iris."

In a flash of purple, Iris was standing toe-to-toe with the newcomer, her hair and cloak whipping in a wind that Scar and Tango didn't feel.

"You ungrateful child," she spat in his face. Scar realized a mask had appeared over her eyes as well. The same symbol in the center. "We saved you. Gave you everything a Player could ever want—and still you spurned us!"

Several more eyes blinked into existence around the pair, hovering like clouds.

Tango and Scar glanced at each other, both still wrapped up in the ethereal chains. The tilt of Tango's eyebrows revealed a question he didn't dare speak out loud.

You okay?

Scar managed a nod. Yeah.

The other two began shouting at one another in a language Scar couldn't understand. Tango's brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. Like maybe he was picking up a word here and there. Scar gave Tango a look in askance. Tango shook his head subtly.

Scar caught the smaller of the two figures—the one with human skin and hair, the newcomer—saying his name again.

This time, his brain actually clicked into gear and he realized why the voice was familiar.

"Grian?" he asked.

"Ga-gah!" Tango exclaimed in surprise, giving Scar an alarmed look before his head whipped to look at the two figures.

Both figures' hundreds of spectral eyes immediately trained on Scar.

An overwhelming sensation of power rolled over him. Like high air pressure and deep water all at once. He popped his ears.

Another flash of purple light. Iris was behind Scar, her black blade at his throat and her other hand grabbing the back of his head. There was some sort of triumphant smile on her face. "Want to feel that last fiber of your old soulbond snap?" she sneered at Grian.

"Ho-kaaay!" Tango said.

Scar, whole body rigid, looked between Iris and Grian.

"Let him go," Grian said, calm, collected. Back in a language Scar could understand. Sword still in hand. Often, when his emotions were heightened, Grian had a tendency to screech. He did not. The sword in his hand was only loosely gripped. "We're talking, Iris. You don't have to threaten him anymore."

"You're coming back, little bird," Iris said.

"I'm not." Grian's voice still rung with otherworldly power. Darkness still radiating off of him. A glowing eye hovering at his forehead. "I'm never going back." Thunder crashed again, earsplittingly loud.

Grian spun his sword.

The shriek of metal on metal made Scar, Tango, and Iris recoil.

Apparently Tango recovered first, because his inhumanly warm hand had closed around Scar's wrist and was dragging him to his feet. "Flee with extra flee!" he said softly. Scar stumbled to his feet and staggered after Tango, who was leading him down a set of stairs.

Where the magic purple chains had gone, Scar didn't have time to find out.

Tango led him through the absurdly complicated stairs and floors that made up the interior of the steampunk cottage. His Blaze Rods made a rare appearance, rapidly orbiting his head. His fire hair was blazing big and hot. Somewhere up above, an unnaturally loud clang! of swords clashing grated against their ears.

"Where are we going?" Scar asked Tango as the latter pushed him toward a ladder in an open hole in the floor leading outside.

"Just go, just go, just go," Tango hissed, bracing his feet on either side of the ladder frame and sliding down it. Scar followed him down. Once his feet were on solid ground, Tango pulled him to the right. Toward the cherry blossom mountain Scar, Grian, Skizz, Impulse, Mumbo, Gem, and Joel had chosen to build their bases on and around. Which was odd. Scar had guessed that Tango was going to lead him to the Nether, where Tango tended to feel more at home.

Tango didn't let go of Scar's wrist. His Blaze blood kept his internal temperature much hotter than a normal person's, and his heat was prominent against the skin of Scar's wrist. Scar had on fingerless gloves with his zookeeper outfit and where the leather of those ended, Tango held on tight.

The two skirted around the massive hole Skizz had been digging to build up his pyramid in—Skizz had already built the first layer, deemed it too big, and torn it down, leaving the hole empty again—and ran across the treacherously narrow temporary bridge across the river. They readjusted course to head a bit more to the right. Toward Skizz and Impulse, away from Gem.

Tango's boots hit the deepslate ramp of Skizz's starter base, heading up for the castle-like tower with its greenish-blue S emblazoned on the front.

"Skizz!" Tango shouted as they ran up the ramp. "Skiiiiizz!"

"Hey dude!" The man in question dropped off a ladder. "What's up?"

"Can you do that cool thing you do where you do the hand wavy-wavy and all the sparky-sparklys appear and no one can get get close?" Tango asked.

Skizz blinked. "You want me to put up a ward?" he asked.

"Yeah-yeah." Tango nodded.

"What for?"

"Now would be good," Tango said, his head turning toward his steampunk cottage. It wasn't on fire—yet—so Scar counted that as a win. "Please."

Skizz raised a brow, but did as Tango asked. His hands sliced through the air. Yellowish-white light followed his movements and a sphere of faintly-glowing light shimmered around his starter base.

"Wanna explain to me what's going on now?" Skizz demanded.

"Scary tall purple lady knocked us out and hurt Scar to get Grian's attention. They're currently fighting in my base."

All color drained from Skizz's face, leaving him ashen. "You're joking," he said in a tone that said he was not.

Tango shook his head, fire hair flickering.

"Are you two okay?!" Skizz demanded, looking them both over. He put his hands on Tango's shoulders as he inspected, before looking over Scar without touching him. "Where's your cane, buddy? Do you need it?"

Scar swallowed. His legs were almost aching worse than his head. "I don't know. I had it. And then I got hit with something and now I don't have it. I didn't see it at Tango's place."

Skizz grabbed something out of a chest, went to a crafting table nearby, and returned with a wooden chair a moment later, setting it down. "Sit down, Scarface," he said gently. Scar collapsed into the chair without protest. Stone and sticks and string were passed to him next. "Wanna craft a temporary one? I don't have a lot of metal here, it's all at the iron farm. Otherwise I'd make some bars that might be good—"

"This is fine," Scar said, dragging the crafting table over. "Thanks Skizzy-wizzy."

Skizz smirked before going over to Tango, who had just sat in a heap of armor on the floor.

"So, gonna explain why you seemed to know who we were talking about when I mentioned the scary purple lady?" Tango asked.

Skizz pursed his lips, a wry smile beginning to form like he was going to say no—

WHAM!

A familiar voice cried out in pain.

Scar used his makeshift cane to shove himself to his feet and go to the ramp under Skizz's tower to investigate.

Grian had been thrown against Skizz's ward. The scary purple lady—Iris—was in the air, her shadowy wings churning the clouds. Thunder rumbled.

"Aaaaand that's my cue!" Skizz announced.

Scar watched in fascination—he'd seen this before, but it never stopped being amazing—as Skizz's six white wings blazed into existence and a ring of white-and-gold appeared above his head.

Grian groaned, still splatted against the sphere, mask a bit askew, but still covering his eyes completely. "Skizz, get them out of here!" His voice was muffled through the ward, but insistent. Scar, his knees starting to buckle after the adrenaline had started to ease out of his system, hobbled a little closer. Tango pushed to his feet.

"Why can't he go through?" Tango asked, approaching. "I thought you said friends could pass."

"They can," Skizz said.

"Do you not consider Grian a friend?" Scar wondered, head tilting to one side.

"I do. But there are certain... beings that my powers will block no matter whether friend or foe."

At that moment, something slammed into the ward. The point of Iris' sword. She was braced against the shimmering transparent barrier like she'd gone for a superhero landing and Grian had rolled out of the way, pushed off the ward, and took flight. A fierce black bow appeared in his hand.

"What kind of beings?" Scar pushed.

"That's for Grian to tell you later. Hold on." Skizz took both Scar and Tango's shoulders in his hands and shut his eyes.

A burst of yellow-white light nearly blinded Scar.

When he opened his eyes and blinked the afterimages of Skizz's halo out of his vision, he looked around. "Where... where are we?"

Skizz looked back to normal. No halo, no wings. Just Skizz in his suit with the sleeves ripped off. He shoved his hands in his pockets. "This, gentlemen, is a small private server of mine. Little safe haven."

"We're not in Hermitcraft anymore?" Tango asked, looking around. His vibrant yellow brows knitted together, worry etched in the lines of his forehead.

"Nope," Skizz declared confidently. "Which also means you two are safe."

"Why'd she come after us?" Tango complained. Not being in the Hermitcraft server meant their inventories were wiped. No armor, no weapons, no food. No supplies of any sort. The only thing that had carried over was—thankfully—Scar's cane. Which he was leaning pretty heavily on.

Scar hoped it was temporary. Hermitcraft had just restarted and he was already just enjoying a fresh start. He didn't need another one so soon. He sank to the ground.

"She said something about the last fiber of the soulbond," he said.

"Oh come on," Tango retorted. "Double Life was Grian's game for fun. The soulbonds weren't permanent."

"Those games aren't just for fun," Skizz said. "Grian makes them fun. The others of his kind started them as a way to feed off the energy a person gives off when they die—and people's misery. Grian feeds off it too, but he tries not to if he can help it. Remember Limited Life? The time he was awake but not... there?"

"Yeah." Tango looked unimpressed.

"That was his kind pulling his soul out of his body and forcing him to just Watch."

"Great. What does that have to do with the fibers of the soulbond?" Tango, as usual, was dry and blunt.

"Iris sensed Scar's connection to Grian. Used it to get his attention. That's why Scar was targeted. Who was your buddy, again?"

"Jimmy. Solidarity," Tango replied.

Skizz made a face. "Well that's why she grabbed you. Jimmy and Grian are the same... species. Different subsets of powers, but the same DNA, so to speak. Iris probably detected that both of you were bound to one of her kind but couldn't tell which one led to Grian. So she hurt you both to see which one got Grian's attention."

"Great," Tango muttered sarcastically. He stalked off and started destroying the tall grass to get wheat seeds.

"Grian feeds off misery?" Scar wondered aloud.

"He can," Skizz said. "His kind can feed on any human emotion. But misery and other negative ones are the easiest to elicit. And some of his kind think they... taste the best. His kind set up those games, Grian invaded them to ruin the meal by making the games fun. To punish him, they chipped away at his power and pulled him out for a while. It's been a power struggle the whole time."

Scar looked down at his legs. They were shaking but he couldn't feel it. Probably a bad sign. But he ignored the worry for that in favor of some unidentified emotion coiling darkly around his heart.

Betrayal.

"Why didn't he ever tell us?"

"He doesn't want to be different?" Skizz suggested. "He wants to play and have fun with his friends? Maybe live his life away from the crazy people? You saw what Iris was like."

"Yeah..." Scar hummed thoughtfully and started to massage his legs, one at a time, until the aches started to ease. Anger was trying to poke its head out, past the betrayal. Scar did his best to force it down. He wasn't an angry man. And Grian was one of his best friends. That didn't change the fact that Grian had been keeping a secret from him. Scar wouldn't have judged Grian for not being a normal Player. His jaw tightened. "How do you know all this?" he asked to get his mind off of the bubbling emotions in his gut.

Tango returned, seeds in hand and a wooden hoe on his belt. He wandered over to where a river stood nearby and tilled the soil before planting the seeds. He sat on the ground by Scar, still looking grumpy.

Skizz took a deep breath and sighed. "Well, Scarface," he said, "G can't hide what he is from me. I knew what he was the second I met him. Can't really hide the black wings and the mask and the purple darkness from an angel." His halo hummed into view and vanished. "His glamour that makes him look normal to everyone else is good and can't be detected or pierced by most forms of magic or most people's powers. But his kind and mine are on the same... level. So I can see through it. And even before I joined you all on the server, he'd come visit wherever I was living when he needed to talk to someone."

"So... does Grian always look like that? What we saw today? And what we've always seen of him was fake?"

"Fake is a strong word. A glamour just masks his power and the appearance. I've got a glamour on right now too. Keeps the wings and the halo from freaking people out. I imagine Grian does it for the same reason. To fit in with his friends. He wants to stand out on his own merit, not just because he's got the power levels of a minor deity."

"He does?"

"That's for him to explain."

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Grian's teeth vibrated with the force of Iris' blade striking against his. Why did it always come down to violence with the Watchers? He could never seem to get them to listen to him otherwise.

Part of him wanted to fight dirty. To dig his fingers into her wings and tear her feathers out. But that wouldn't solve anything either.

Grian?

The voice was distant, small, echoey. Not heard through his ears. But felt in his mind.

He ignored it. He didn't have time to concentrate on anything other than Iris trying to destroy his home server by pummeling him into the ground. Not now.

Grian, we need to talk, the voice said. Louder. Clearer. Familiar.

I'm a little busy at the moment, Tim! Grian thought back, shooting his words like a lance down the connection. Even over telepathy, he knew he sounded strained.

This is important! Jimmy insisted.

Grian hurled Iris away from him, his wings beating at the air to keep him aloft. Buying him a couple seconds. You have reached Grian's voicemail. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you. He did his best impression of a cool, calm voice that he would have left on his answering machine, taking a moment to get his breath back before twisting and plummeting into a dive, bow out and arrow drawn. He loosed it.

Iris batted it away with her sword, ducking. Her sharp, gleaming, blindingly white teeth bared in frustration.

Their swords met again, hard enough for Grian to feel the vibrations down in his bare toes.

Grian, this is about Tango! He's in trouble—I felt it!

With a twist, he tried to disarm Iris, but she managed to flip in midair and maintain her grip on her hilt.

I literally just sent Tango to safety with Skizz—now will you shut up?

What's going on?

You remember Iris, right? My lovely "sister."

Yeah.

Guess who infiltrated Hermitcraft looking for me and who I'm trying to banish?

She didn't!

She did. Now shut up.

Do you need help? I can get over to fWhip for a faster portal to you.

I'm fine, thanks. Just shush. I'll let you know when Tango's back on Hermitcraft safe, yeah?

Thanks.

Cheers. Call you back later, Grian said.

Bye.

Jimmy's telepathic connection vanished. Listeners like him were naturally telepathic and could reach people from much farther away. Watchers, like Grian, could learn telepathy but weren't as adept. Grian had learned to be telepathic, of course. It was a great way to mess with his friends. But it would always take him more effort than it took Jimmy.

Iris slammed into Grian, sending them both sprawling in the pit Skizz had dug for his pyramid. Grian hit his wing joint hard as he impacted the ground. He clenched his jaw and grimaced in pain, pushing himself up into a seated position so he could get his feet under him. The back of his sword hand was scratched and the skin was nearly shredded from the impact. He dismissed his bow to put his other hand on the ground and hop to his feet. Gentle purple light began to coalesce around his injured hand. Skin began to stitch itself back together.

The thing about being a converted Watcher, rather than a naturally-born one, was that he could use his powers in different ways than the others. Like immediate healing.

Iris shoved herself to her feet and bent her knees in her defensive pose. “You can’t defeat me, little bird.”

“I don’t need to today. I just need to banish you from Hermitcraft. And impose upon you the understanding of what I will do to you if you dare go after my friends again. There won’t be enough left of you for the others to identify, understand?”

Iris spat blood—purplish black—to the ground at Grian’s feet.

Grian raised his sword. His power was still darkening the sky and rolling thunder. He concentrated on the chaos of it all and pulled.

Lightning forked down. Purple and bigger than a normal bolt. It struck Grian's sword. He dropped its point immediately and leveled it at Iris. The electricity arced away, toward her. Carving her out of Hermitcraft.

—

Scar looked up as thunder rolled across the small private server. The clouds turned from fluffy white to black and looming.

"Here he comes," Skizz said.

As if on cue, a figure fell through the clouds. Black shadowy wings furled close to a smaller body. Robe flapping around bare feet.

Grian nearly crashed into the area around spawn. He barely managed to twist his body and get his feet underneath him for a landing, but he hit hard and almost crumpled.

Skizz was next to him before Scar could even blink, taking Grian's arm and slinging it around his shoulders. "You're okay, G," he said. Almost like he was reassuring himself of that fact, rather than Grian. Tango ran over from where he'd been attending to the wheat he was growing. He'd brought back enough for a few loaves of bread so far.

"S... Skizz?" Grian's voice was wavering. Exhausted.

"Yeah, yeah. It's me," Skizz replied. "Why don't you come sit by Scarface."

Grian managed a weak nod. "I need... my..." Scar couldn't see the way Grian's forehead wrinkled under his mask, but by the way his mouth grimaced, he knew Grian was scrunching up his whole face.

"Don't bother with your glamour yet, buddy," Skizz said. "We're all okay with it, here."

Grian managed to tilt his head in Scar's direction. Whether he could actually see Scar through his mask, Scar had no idea. Grian didn't reply to Skizz, just let the latter help him sit down in the shade of an oak tree. He nearly flopped back to lie down, but tilted enough to instead crash into Scar's shoulder. Scar instinctively grabbed him and kept him upright.

"Scar?" Grian asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid," Scar replied.

Grian swallowed. "Yes you are. I can sense your emotions. You're terrified. Is it because of me? What I am?" As if magnetized, Grian's hand reached out and planted on Scar's chest, purple light drifting around the point of contact like a cloud—no. Like a whirlpool. Scar stared at it. The light was spinning and narrowing going up Grian's arm. His breathing was heavy and he was leaning hard against Scar's shoulder.

"Skizz. Skizz, pull me away. I can't stop it. I need to sto—I can't stop it!" Grian's voice turned panicked. Tango and Skizz each grabbed one of Grian's arms and dragged him back, away from Scar. Grian bit out a sound like it physically hurt him to be removed.

"What was that?!" Tango demanded, hair flickering faster than usual. Neither he nor Skizz let go of Grian's arms.

"I'm depleted. My body's seeking sustenance. Emotional energy to feed on. My kind tends to benefit off the negative emotions the best. Misery. Fear. Scar's terrified and my powers want it—need it—to rejuvenate. But I can't... I can't do that..." Grian arched his back, teeth bared as though in pain. "I told myself when I left that I wouldn't feed off my friends' worst feelings. It's bad—don't want... don't want to be bad anymore."

Scar watched, eyes flicking between Grian, Skizz, and Tango. Skizz looked concerned and sympathetic. Tango almost looked angry.

Scar cleared his throat. "I'm not scared of you. Or what you are, Grian," he said softly. The other three froze. "I won't lie. Feelin' a little bit betrayed that you never told me you're basically a god. But I'm scared for you. That you're hurting and exhausted." He used his cane to push to his feet and closed the gap. "If my fear and betrayal is what you need, take it."

Grian shook his head. "I can't—I can't do that to my friends—"

"Grian, listen to me," Skizz began.

But Scar cut him off. "You're not asking, mister," he snapped at Grian. "I'm telling you to take it." He pried Tango's fingers off Grian's wrist and brought Grian's hand back to his own chest. The purple whirlpool of light started spinning again. Siphoning the emotional energy directly into Grian.

Tango and Skizz seemed surprised, stepping back with raised eyebrows.

Grian and Scar stayed in the same position for nearly two minutes. Scar leaned on his cane, but he stayed standing while Grian knelt in front of him, hand raised and planted on Scar's chest as though unable to remove it.

Finally, Grian gasped and ripped his hand back. His wings beat a little to get him away from Scar, scrambling backward. "That's enough. That's enough. I'm okay now. I don't need more." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself. With one hand, he reached up and balled his fist in his mask, ripping it off. He panted, staring at the ground. His eyes were wide, then narrowed as though blinded by the sunlight, despite being in the shade and tilted down, away from the sun.

"Better?" Scar asked.

Grian managed a shaky nod. "Loads. Thank you."

"That's what friends are for."

"Yeah... yeah." He tied his mask back on and massaged his temples. "I... I need to call Timmy back. Give me a moment." He looked about ready to collapse.

He did not, in fact, call Jimmy. Instead sitting in silence while continuing to rub his temples. Scar scrunched his eyebrows and looked over at Tango and Skizz, confused.

"Jimmy's telepathic," Tango explained. "He can read minds from across the universe if he concentrates hard enough. Grian's talking to him through their thoughts, probably."

"Ohhh. Okay. I get it," Scar said. While not, in fact, fully getting it.

After a few moments, Grian tilted his head up as though meeting everyone's gaze. "Right. I suppose I owe you answers," he said. "Before I start, what have you heard about the Watchers, Tango and Scar?"

#Hermitcraft fic #Aurora Writes #Rory Writes #Watcher!Grian #Tango Tek #TangoTek #Skizzleman #GoodTimesWithScar #Scar #briefly featuring Jimmy Solidarity

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xestuck · 2 months

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the sim3stuck post

+ some more stuff added 15/mar/24 ! this wont be reccs for specific features for canon characters, but items that can apply to hs trolls in general (also including xeno headcanons)

before anything else. heres a link to the og simstuck cc, basically the canon trolls' horns and the canon trolls and kids shirts, in case u somehow dont have them already :-3

cas items should all be recolourable unless otherwise stated. some links direct to the creators page, but some r direct downloads. this is cos a lot of older sims 3 cc pages have broken or link to now-defunct adfly links + ND SKINS: Indogene Skin by niobe cremisi Fantasy Insect Skin by niobe cremisi Scaly Alien Skins by sim-it-up Expanded Colour Ramps by FairsteadSims Alien Colour Ramps by Scones Wood Doll Grey Skin by niobe cremisi Steampunk Robot Skin by niobe cremisi Mermaid Skin by niobe cremisi Animal Skin by Juba Metal, Matte and Plastic skins by CmarNYC

MAKEUP: Set of scars by i-like-teh-sims Bleeding face makeup by TheBleedingWoodland CAStable Mouths by Chibikinesis Freckle Blusher by Stefan0412 Recolourable Freckles & Blush by sims3land Tears of Pain Eye Makeup by GorePrincess Third Eye by moonskin93 + Avatar Alien Markings p1 by traelia + Avatar Alien Markings p2 by traelia + Dragon Scales Blush by Simmerstore -- CONTACTS Goat Eyes by Moonskin93 (iirc its unrecolourable) OhMyEyes by escand (has colourable sclera too) Solid Colour eyes, Robo eyes, Lizard eyes by Esmeralda (some are unrecolourable) Fantasy Eyes by Arisuka Fantasy Eyes 2 by Arisuka EphemeraMS93 Eyes by brntwaffles (includes default, non-def with recolourable sclera, and odd-eye contact accs) + Dragon Eyes by niobe cremisi

ACCESSORIES: --HORNS Devil Kazumi horns by TheBleedingWoodland Horns + Demon Tail by CloudwalkerNZ Classic Demon Horns by Lavoieri Devil Horns by yenwenz Sundown Horns by LeahLillith Crave Horns by LeahLillith Hathor Horns Headband by LeahLillith Some horns and "ribs" that might work for "grubscars" by VenusPrincess FF12 Demon Horns by MurfeeLee FF12 Gilgamesh Horns by MurfeeLee Small Oni Horns by Mitarasi

--TEETH AND NAILS Vampire Fangs by TheBleedingWoodland Wolf Claws for all by Callia-Evergreen/Camkitty Orc Teeth by VenusPrincess --EARS, FINS, WINGS Fin Ears, Pierced Fin Ears, and Goblin Ears by VenusPrincess Feathered Wings and some tiaras/necklaces by VenusPrincess Fairyish Wings and Ear+body fins by VenusPrincess Feathered Wings by TheNinthWave Mermaid Fins by DSims (these r the ones used in the old simstuck blog, the dropbox links still work) --ETC ACC 2 Different Colour Eyes (Natural and Solid Colour) by Esmeralda (yes these arent in makeup, sims 3 eye contacts in makeup are always mirrored so these have to be "glasses") Metal Prosthetic Arms by Arisuka Egyptian YuGiOh Choker by SallyCompaq122 Antennas by VenusPrincess Spine + Tail Accs by VenusPrincess Cat Tails by Tehmango Paw Pads by Callia-Evergreen/Camkitty Lizard Tails by Callia-Evergreen/Camkitty Lizard feet by Callia-Evergreen/Camkitty (included with the downloadable sims) Pointy Anime Shades submitted to simstuck by eiram87 Triangle Shades by GrahammerTek Welding Goggles by GrahammerTek Misc Goggles by sionelle + Medusa Snake Accs by SilFantasy

GENERAL RECS: - nraas MasterController is needed to put multiple accessories in the same location and to add more face/body sliders to your game but it has a shitton of other useful features too. - OneEuroMutt various facial and body sliders, i have the alien/ body/ amputee sliders but the rest might also be of interest. (remember to get MasterController first) - aWT Eyelid and Pupil Sliders, yes there is functional sliders for sims pupils. note the mesh needed for the sliders to work will remove the EA eye shine on sims (and glow eyes on supernatural sims) - sims3genderswap is a collection of GNC/transgender/gender neutral clothing, makeup, and hair - also some dreamer shirts/dress submitted to simstuck by zootycoon for the sims playing sburb - links to some sims 3 cc reupload piles. some of the stuff here was picked frm these, but mostly its general sims 3 cc that lost their original download links. one | two

i do have more cc that should work for simstuck shit but i have merged a lot of my .packages or cant find the source download. i havent included any skins for this reason but i can try finding fantasy skins or human skns that have grayscale tones at some other point. i dont have a simsfileshare code but if i somehow get one then i might upload packages of stuff that i cant find online anymore

also if theres any other canon homestuck cc for sims 3 pls send it to me....... i think theres stuff like mitunas outfit somewhere out there but my searches for sims 3 homestuck cc get drowned out by the sims 4 stuff...... rip

#simstuck #sims 3 cc #sims 3 homestuck #homestuck sims 3 #ts3cc #s3ccfinds #ts3 cc finds

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bee-whistler · 10 months

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Ripped concert ticket (to show we’d used it), inexplicably found in my sock drawer while packing. The pairing with Lee Presson and the Nails tells me it has to be from the Steampunk Symposium Queen Mary performance in January 2014, which incidentally was the debut of the cyberdreads. If I remember right, torn trousers at a December concert forced the planned costume change to make a more hasty appearance or I assume the tickets mights have reflected the new character image.

Packing turns up all sorts of things. Labeling the boxes has been fun, at least.

#why it in the sock drawer tho #steam powered giraffe #spg #bestspg #pants!rabbit #yes i kept the pennywhistles in the sock drawer #i mean duh

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monasims-gallery · 11 months

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In my DnD game next session my players are *infiltrating* a fancy party, and I decided to give all the NPCs who are also OCs portraits to do some visual storytelling with them.

Characters are arranged so no one's name gets cut off as there's two different image sizes. You can tell who belongs with who with the background colors.

CC Links and Credits under the cut, for my simblr peeps

Some other fun lore and world stuff under the cut as well

Gregor Le'Chelle: Skintone, Skin Overlay(Pallor), Skin Marking, Eyes*, Hair, Hair Overlay, Ears, Eyeliner, Lip color, Blush, Earrings, Top, Undershirt, Pants, Boots

Tiffany Le'Chelle: Skintone, Ear Preset, Eyeshadow, Blush, Lipstick, Hair, Hair Overlay, Hair Pin, Earrings, Necklace**, Dress, Undershirt*** Ring

Kristoff Tele: Skintone, Antlers, Ears, Face Markings***, Eyeshadow(64), Eyeliner***, Blush***, Lip color, Lip tattoo***, Hair***, Outfit***, Sword Belt

Damian Le'Chelle: Skintone, Skin Overlay(Pallor), Skin Markings, Ears, Eyeliner, Eyeshadow***, Blush, Lip color, Hair***, Outfit,

Lucille Belle: Skintone, Ears, Blush***, Eyeliner, Eyeshadow***, Lip color, Hair, Nails, Circlet, Earrings, Top, Pants, Boots

Lucia Iuliana: Eyes, Eyeshadow***, Eyeliner, Blush***, Lip color, Necklace, Top, Pants, Boots

Trisha Le'Chelle: Skintone, Ear Preset, Body Markings, Face Markings, Eyeliner, Blush, Lipstick, Hair, Earrings, Necklace, Top, Gloves, Glove Acc, Skirt(Mesh), Shoes

Her skintone is probably either Lore or Moonlit but tray importer wouldn't tell me so I have no idea

Derayth Whitehawk: Skintone, Ears, Blush, Body Blush, Eyeliner, Eyeshadow, Lipstick, Wings, Hair, Circlet, Earrings, Shoulder Armor(desertwindchimes), Dress**, Rings, Nails***

*Used for all the elves

**Simsfinds

***TSR

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-The Le'Chelle's, Lucille, and Synthia are Sun E.lves

-Kristoff is a Winter E.ladrin

-Lucia and Marah are human

-Derayth is a full A.variel and Aymeric is half A.varial and half Sun E.lf

-Mayeve is a D.row

-Remiel is an A.asimar, and of a subrace specific to my setting

-Gregor & Tiffany are married, Damian & Trisha are Married, Marah & Aymeric are engaged, Mayeve & Synthia are Married, and Derayth & Lucille are married.

-Though the setting is steampunk, it's uncommon for anyone not of the Clergy to wear clockwork parts, marking Remiel as part of the church.

-A few characters are in cultural garb rather than what's fashionable in the city: Marah, Derayth, and Mayeve are all wearing more traditional clothes for their cultures.

-Marah and Aymeric swapped Holy Symbols, can you spot them?

#the makeup is linked for a change because I know how hard it can be to find makeup that looks natural on fantasy skintones #it makes them look so much more alive so these are some makeups I actually use a lot #maybe resource page someday #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 lookbook #ts4 lookbook #dnd sims shannanigans

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Amusement Park Dates with the Stardudes

A request from anonymous - amusement park favorite rides, type of park, transportation, snacks, how you get there and home, affection, etc. Assumes feminine Farmer. Thanks for the ask!

Sebastian - Haunted House

Any excuse to go to Zuzu. He knows the best place on the edge where you can see the City lit up at night. A bit of fun in the middle of the urban.

Loves all things spooky. And it's the perfect excuse to hold your hand, or pull you into a safe embrace if you scare easily. He's the kind of guy who encourages you to face your fears, but he will be there to comfort you and encourage you if it's too much.

Knows you face mini monsters in the mines so maybe you're just pretending as an excuse to get closer to him. He doesn't mind.

Usually not into PDA, but it's pretty dark in the haunted house. Finds your sudden jumps endearing, especially if you're clinging to his arm. The way your fingers tighten around his bicep.

Doesn't have the heart to tell you not to dig your nails into his flesh, even through his long sleeves. Winces and puts up with it.

Orders you a treat after exiting the experience, like a soothing cup of jasmine tea or stardrop sorbet. Anything really as long as it's not popcorn.

Loves the feel of your arms around his waist as you ride on his motorcycle at the end of the night. The way you lean your head into his back. It isn't until you reach the farmhouse that he realizes he was smiling during the whole ride. Leans you into his bike for a good night kiss.

Alex - Carnival Games

Not so much into the rides, but enjoys the Carnival Games. This man is competitive and enjoys showing off.

First stop is definitely test of strength. Grins and flexes his muscles for you before starting. Might pretend to injure himself just to watch your reaction, but would quickly reassure you that he's teasing. Enjoys when you playfully punch his shoulder in annoyance.

Throwing darts at balloons is fun. He's really good at it. Closes his eyes and throws a bullseye. Shows off and tosses over his shoulder.

Likes impressing you, but he enjoys your company regardless. He's a touchy feely guy, squeezing your hand, throwing his arm around your shoulder, giving you his letterman jacket when you get cold, whispering suggestive things in your ear to throw you off your game. Enjoying when you playfully poke his ribs as you tease him back.

Gets really into the squirt guns in the clown's mouth. Challenges you to a contest. Best two of of three. Loser buys dinner. Buys you dinner anyway if you lose.

Any prize he wins would be yours. Takes a special delight in presenting you with an oversized stuffed animal - maybe a junimo plushie. Loves to make you smile.

Fish and chips is his go-to. If you get tartar sauce on your face, he would kiss it off... with blushing pleasure.

Dares you to try the bungee jumping. You injure your ankle. Carries you out to the parking lot. Makes out like crazy with you in his truck. Maybe some heavy petting. Insists in staying the night to make sure your ankle is okay. Sleeps on the floor like a gentleman.

Elliott - Ferris Wheel

Changes his outfit ten times before showing up. He doesnt know how to do casual. What do you wear to a carnival? Still wears the ascot.

Picks you up at the farmhouse promptly. Brings you roses to start the evening.

Escorts you to the train arm-in-arm. Romanticizes older era transportation. Has an excited little grin on his face when the train horn toots. Talks about the steampunk romance he is trying to write.

Uses a napkin to dab the mustard on his face. He's so proper. He eats his corndog with a fork and knife. You giggle.

His favorite carnival ride is the Ferris Wheel. Doesn't mind that it is slower than the other rides. Gives you an opportunity to talk. It's the opener and ender to the evening. Likes to look dreamily at the views. Planned it perfectly so you reach the top right as the sun starts to set.

Bribes the worker for some extra time on the last ride. Leans in and asks 'May I?' before kissing you. His fragrant cologne hovers in the air long after your lips part. It's the most romantic kiss you have ever experienced. Makes you weak in the knees.

Shyly tells you he feels the same, the heat rising in his cheeks. You don't want to get off the ride and go again. You nearly miss the last train. He kisses your hands when you reach the farmhouse and bids you adieu after a lovely evening

Sam - a little of everything

He's such a kid at heart. Meets you at the bus stop. Talks a mile a minute about everything he wants to do when you arrive. Stops mid-sentence and asks what? You grin and kiss his cheek.

Rides the carousel with you for nostalgia. Points out his favorite pony. Insists on riding on the outside to do the ring toss. Misses every shot.

Bumper cars are loads of fun. Backing into you. Crashing into you. Colliding with your side. He still taps you even when you're done with the ride. You pretend not to notice, secretly enjoying it.

Yells like crazy about the new Splash ride. He wore his swim trunks just in case. Sits right in front and suggests you throw your arms around his waist if you get scared. Doesn't matter. You do it anyway. Holding Sam is like hugging a firecracker... any moment he could dart away, but for a brief few seconds, you feel the sparks. He feels them too.

You get soaked on the ride, of course, and he buys you a hot cocoa to help you warm up while you dry off. Whipped cream mustaches anyone? He will lick it off with glee and kiss you passionately before restraining himself.

Chatters about his favorite experiences of the evening during the ride back. Already planning a return trip to the carnival. Doesn't realize you've fallen asleep on his shoulder. Your presence is nice. Calming even. He tries not to disturb you until you arrive home.

Harvey - Alpine Coaster & Mini Golf

Picks you up in his beat-up Oldsmobile. You listen to jazz on the drive. Wears a bucket hat and sunglasses. Offers to lather you in sunscreen while his face turns red.

Can't be eating carnival food. Packs a healthy picnic lunch for you both. Apples, carrot sticks, avocado and Sprouts sandwiches. Even cuts off the crusts like he did as a child. And of course, pickles.

Has an itinerary for the afternoon. You laugh and tell him part of the fun is spontaneity. He's a bit embarrassed but he loosens up after you tell him you'll look at his agenda.

Would prefer a smaller amusement park, less crowds, fresh air in the mountains kind-of place. He takes you up to his favorite ski resort in the summer.

The Alpine coaster is his personal favorite. A bit of height, but not too much. Not too crazy. Can control the speed. No ridiculous upside down spins, but the curves are still thrilling. And the pull up the mountain is so peaceful.

Offers to play a round of mini golf with you. Insists on using the green club. The color is lucky for him. He's surprisingly good, shows you the proper stance, and is willing to fetch your golf ball when you accidentally hit it off course.

Kisses you on the forehead after saying goodnight on your porch. Kicks himself the whole way home that he didn't give you a proper kiss.

Shane - Thrill rides

Agrees to let you "drag him" to the carnival. You ride your bikes down to the boardwalk. Grunts an apology that he doesn't have a car. You really don't mind and tell him not to worry about it.

He's on a cleanse but he still likes the taste. Pretzels and beer cheese and a Big Gulp soda.

Anything to get the heart pumping. Upside down. Fast spinning. Sudden plunge. He likes it all.

Rides the Tilt-a-whirl a half dozen times. Says you look a little green after. He feels bad so he buys you a ginger ale for your stomach and sits on a park bench with his arm around you while you recover.

Enjoys your scream when you ride the drop tower together. It's the weirdest compliment you've ever received.

Only thing he likes in the arcade is besting the mechanical bull. Hangs on with a death grip.

Tries to shrug it off as no big deal for accompanying you to the amusement park. You cut him off mid sentence with a kiss. It's the only time you've ever seen him beaming.

Victor - roller coaster

Arranges for a private car to drive you to the amusement park. This boy has money.

Picks the park with the most roller coasters. The architect in him is fascinated with the engineering marvel.

A wooden coaster is his favorite. For a truly authentic feel. Nothing quite like it. A bit rougher than steel but it's a treat as few still exist.

Has a system to rate the coaster: 3 rides. 3 tests. Speed. Thrill. Challenge (in the design).

You'll grab lunch at a pier restaurant about midday. He made a reservation. Talks up facts about roller coaster history while waiting for food. He's so cute when he gets excited. He asks if he's rambling. You shake your head.

Shares that he once scribbled designs for his own coaster while bored in class. You encourage him to design a coaster. With him as the engineer, it is bound to be the safest and best roller coaster in the world. He can't help but kiss you.

Lance - Ren Fair

Loves the Renaissance Fair. An excuse to dress up in period attire, eat fried meat on a stick, and be a bit theatrical. A little like everyday Lance, but with more flair.

Wants to watch all the jousting matches. Explains the technical details and is impressed you already know some of the tricks.

Buys you jewelry. He loves to spoil and pamper you. Maybe a gown too with flowy sleeves to wear to the evening dance hall.

Horseback riding is a must. He enjoys helping you in and out of the saddle even though you are perfectly capable of mounting the steed yourself. He blushes at your 'that's what she said' quip.

Brings camping gear so you can stay the whole weekend. Doesn't mind roughing it every once in awhile. Wouldn't presume to share your space so brings a second tent. Still you sneak in to cuddle and accidentally fall asleep in his arms.

Calls you 'milady' the whole weekend and likes to hear you giggle. Bonus points if you call him 'good sir.'

Enters the sword fighting tournament. Wins first prize in honor of his 'lady.' What does he win besides a trophy? A kiss from his girlfriend.

Magnus - Funhouse

Meets you there. You wonder how he beat you since he left after you did but he's a Wizard and he won't reveal his secrets. Magic!

Since he sets up the Spirit's Eve maze every year, it's hard to impress the Wizard. But he enjoys the challenge of the funhouse.

The maze of mirrors is a bit like him... weird and quirky. But ultimately entertaining and enjoyable.

Promptly challenges anyone who dare jump out and grab his lady inappropriately. He could turn them into a toad. I wouldn't dare him.

Likes figuring out the physical and optical illusions in different themed rooms. Alice in Wonderland is his favorite. He has always enjoyed the Mad Hatter.

Doesn't like the clowns. Some memory from his days at the School of Illusions.

Picks up a pound of candy at the concessions - black licorice, sour slimes, rock candy... agrees to share cotton candy with you. As you both bite from opposite sides, he is happy when you meet in the middle for a soft kiss.

Hope you enjoyed! What other requests do you have?

#stardew valley thoughts #stardew valley #sdv headcanon #stardew valley headcanon #sdv elliott #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv alex #sve magnus #sve victor #sve lance

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