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tellescope · 1 year

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{ @herr-delta } ~ { Jack Wynand & Subject Delta }

He hadn't wanted to come back. Eight years he'd left Rapture behind, fading to little more than bad memories and the occasional nightmare. But Tenenbaum had made some disturbing connections in the kidnappings on the news and they couldn't just ignore that. The entire house had been on pins and needles until she announced her plan. Atlas had jumped in too. He didn't have to, Jack had told him time and again he's done enough, but he insisted. Atonement, two different kinds. Jack had given Tenenbaum his old wrench and sadly wished them both luck. "You're not going, dad?" Susan had asked, surprising him. ❝Someone has to look after you scamps.❞ he'd answered, trying to keep the atmosphere light. "But Mr. Bubbles is supposed to help." Nancy pointed out, still clinging to that nickname even after all this time. "We're fine, papa." Masha insisted. Beside her Leta nodded and added, "You saved us already." And they all had a point. Teenagers now, how time flies. And that's only possible because of what he did for them all those years ago. If it was happening again... Tenenbaum had handed him back his wrench, reminding him that she has her own weapon. Right. Okay. A chat with several trusted neighbors about being away for a few days and yes teenagers can usually look after themselves but can you please check on the girls anyway? A day to get supplies together. Then the trio headed off for the coast. ... Of course things never go to plan. They'd all gotten separated. Jack doesn't even recognize this part of Rapture. There was no train rail where he'd been the first time, and the cameras being active again is not a good sign. The city has not weathered the years well at all, but it's impressive it hasn't flooded entirely. Sloshing through puddles on dirty tiles under cracked glass while avoiding splicers has not been missed, but is familiar. As are heavy boots thudding in the distance, closer with every step, and with a sigh he activates a long-unused plasmid; glowing white veins, ready to cure one of the new Little Sisters and hopefully get her back to Tenenbaum. But when the Big Daddy rounds the corner Jack has been hiding against the wall in, both stop. That's a different suit (are they making new Big Daddies too?!) and there's no girl. No reason to stay if there's no Little Sister. Atlas used to tell him that killing the 'behemoths' was putting them out of their misery but he never felt right doing it, especially with how hard they fought him. Better to leave the Big Daddy alone, maybe follow from a distance to see if they pick up one of the new girls from a vent. But he doesn't move. There's something weird about this one. Not just the unusual suit, but the way they stare at him. Why haven't they moved on? He's not a threat and they know it or they would've attacked. So why... Maybe he is new, made just for the new girls? Maybe there's still something left of him in there then?

❝Do you want something?❞ Plasmid fades but grip on wrench tightens. He can run if need be, but he wants to figure this out first. Something isn't right. Well, a lot isn't right, but this stands out.

#herr‒delta #{{ in a flash i'll drag up the anchor; my sights on a new land | THREADS: JACK }}#Jack V { Surface } my way will surface and see the sun #//You don't have to perfectly match length. My starters often get long because of setup ^^;

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argiopi · 2 years

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when the world opens up into dark-side, will you be my syzygy?

#don't mind me i'm just bored and waiting for some music to download for offline listening #and projecting symbolism onto the world as one does #and coping with not really havin a private place to sketch rn #(currently acquiring clarence clarity's no now and will wood's self-ish)#i'm thinking about the freedom and unstructure of the nighttime and hidden worlds of alternative lifestyles #and human anchors to the world you've left #i just realized the tawny expanse below the trees i've been blurrily staring at is not a field but a roof #i haven't been on the second floor of a building in over a month #the shadows of the edges of shingles look like the shadows between tussocks of grass #without lenses that is #Tie yourself to multiple orbits and praise when they align and have always something you're missing..!#I'm very grateful to the internet And Yet >:|#i miss drawing i haven't had much time or energy for it #ink is fun but i miss painting especially digital painting ugwahh #sometimes i see sunlight on a big leaf of striped maple; pale blue hue reflecting off the upper surface #and illuminated golden-green shining through below. and fantasize about painting that.#i wish time was infinite :(#humhumhum whoever happens to read this for whatever reason..! it would be nice if you let me know how you are doing!#i am just feeling disconnected from the online world and missing it #i want to spend an entire day drawingggg #very stimulated in other areas but i am creatively understimulated rn. how does one attain balance.#okay i have time for another album. now acquiring everything everything's man alive. that one's been a fav for a long time #exceptionally pointless post but i feel better getting things out of my system and into the world.#peace and love everyone

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aesadraws · 11 days

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Thinking about this time in my 3D Modeling class where the assignment was to model a fire hydrant. Like, a very specific one on campus, one that every class before and after has had to model. We were pretty far along in our modeling endeavors and the professor (who was eccentric and could be a hardass but only because he really cared about us learning and doing well) was having everyone show their works-in-progress on the projector.

We got around to mine and there was a particular part of the model he wanted to focus on with everyone's work because it's a tricky piece to model, and I remember people being confused about how I did it. And the professor went (paraphrasing here) "Well alright, that is a way to model that part. It's not the way I would've done it but it got the job done."

And I was just so grateful that he didn't tear my work down lmao.

#aesa rambles #i might still have the model around #i know it's still on my sketchfab page #it was in reference to some way that I had to anchor some vertices on a wonky curved surface in order for it to #1) have the correct amount of sides/edges and 2) not have weird puckering or pinching #i didn't get a stellar grade on that hydrant but i passed and honestly in that guy's class that was all i could hope for lol #i remember he also gave me really Really good advice for my final presentation just before graduating #plus he was funny af

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worldend · 3 months

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the site i used to book appointments with the piercing guy i went to for some reason doesnt have the option for septums like at all...... are my dreams of looking cool over

#ill have to ask him in person next time i go. becuz theres no way he does surface piercings and anchors and nipple piercings*#*but not septums

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hollywoodbodyjewelry · 4 months

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This January, save up to 30% on select dermal and surface barbells at hbjus.com

#jewelry #body #bodyjewelry #wholesale #dermal anchors #flat surface barbells

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feyascorner · 3 months

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Okay perhaps this sounds odd but imagine Astarion starts to disassociate while intimate with Tav and so he uses their established safe word, only to be bewildered when Tav actually listens to him and stops and asks if he’s okay and tries to comfort him because nobody has cared that much before 😢

OH GODS WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME (i love it) warning for suggestive content :)

For as long as Astarion's been genuinely intimate with you, for no other reasons but simply because of the affection the two of you hold for one another, he has always been in control.

It soothes him, in a way, to be on top. And as much as he enjoys watching you come undone beneath him, there's a more frustrating reason behind why he always feels the need to be the one to push you down onto whatever surface he deems decent enough at the time. From above you, he can see every little twitch in your body, every shift in your expression, and most of all, he can control what's happening, unlike his centuries spent as a seductive tool for Cazador's own needs.

He knows you're not like those fools. He knows you're different, and you're special to him. But the gnawing voice in the back of his head always forces him to pull you in, to hold you closer, to make love to you.

It's fucked up in so many ways.

"I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

But when you look up at him with those imploring, loving eyes, the voice seems to go quiet. He swallows the dryness of his throat, unable to think of anything but how wonderful your touch feels on his skin, and he thinks he could drown in this forever. He's putty in your hands, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"Well? Don't be a tease just standing there, darling."

In what feels like minutes, he's a mess. He's making sounds he shouldn't be making, fingertips digging into your hips as if they're the anchors keeping him from finishing too early. He breathes heavily into the crook of your neck, groaning when you caress the sharp tip of his ear between your fingers.

The only thing keeping him from spilling is the impending embarrassment he'd feel for doing so this early on in the night.

Then, everything stops.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper.

They're only words. They're not ones he's heard little of---in fact, he's heard it too much in the past two hundred years. In an instant, memories of the nights he spent under strangers, forced to shove his mind into its darkest corners just to get through their own pleasures, flood his consciousness. The sickening taste in his mouth afterward, and the need to rub his skin till it goes raw were not uncommon. It was routine. A sick part of his life that he'd rather forget.

You don't mean it the same way they did. They only said things like that because that's all they could say. They didn't know him as anything but the husk of a body he resided in. He knows you are saying the words to him. Not to his body but to the very person he is.

But the word comes spilling out his mouth, and immediately, you freeze.

You actually stopped.

Of course, you would. You're you.

"Are you okay? Did I do something?" you reach to cup either of his cheeks, and he stares at you as if you're a star that's fallen from the sky. He blinks, slowly.

"I don't know, I just---" he searches for words. "--you haven't done anything wrong, darling."

You wait for him to finish patiently. Gods, he doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve you.

"I only remembered something I'd rather not," he plasters a crooked grin on his face. "It's quite alright. We can continue now if I haven't ruined the mood."

You pull away from him, and he fears you'll leave.

Moments later, you return with a glass of water. Wordlessly, you hand it to him, and he only stares at it, confused beyond belief. Only once he notices the way you gesture to the glass does he drink it, and you finally climb back into bed, lying down beside him.

"Come here," you open your arm, motioning him to come closer.

"Darling, as much as I'm all for experimenting, that's a strange position to have sex in."

You smile, shaking your head. You don't explain any further, only continuing to hold out your arm.

Hesitant though curious, he slowly lies down beside you, his head just above your chest and slotted between the space below your chin. With gentle hands, you pull him closer and toss the blanket over both of your bodies.

It's warm. Strange, but warm.

"You don't have to wear a mask with me," you whisper.

His eyes grow wide, and his chest stills. He doesn't have many tears left after 239 years, but there's an unfamiliar squeeze in his chest that tells him if he were still 39 and alive, he might have. Astarion wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into where he can hear the steady beating of your heart.

Later, when your eyes begin to droop, he mumbles.

"Tell me I'm beautiful again."

"You're beautiful," you say softly. "With or without your pretty face."

You might be imagining it, but you feel him smile against your skin.

#astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 x reader #bg3 #fluff

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cireks · 20 days

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You're drunkenly stumbling home one night and from the duckboards through the booze haze you see the most scrumptious ass teasingly glide away deeper into the dark swamp. You follow, legs getting heavier and orientation more difficult by each step.

How many times that scenario has played out in Ditovo is not easy to calculate but it's likely not zero. The more sober locals will tell you that the slamreta, also known as "harlot of the lake", is not a malicious creature, it wants nothing to do with you in fact. This animal uses inflatable sacs on its hind legs to float on the water's surface perfectly still as it looks for fish or other small things to eat. It hunts using its sharp vision and plunges its long neck to reach prey. It's long tail is curled up to act as a stabilizing anchor. At sign of danger the slamreta can deflate the hind leg sacs to dive and swim away. It spends most of its time in water and will build a nest in-between reeds or other shore vegetation.

#pls don't bother him he just wants to fish #original species #worldbuilding #world building #creature design #fantasy species #fantasy animal #fauna

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mrs-weasley-reid · 1 month

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Regrets Sting

Spencer Reid x bau!reader | part 1

part 2

Summary: You have always been there for Spencer. Turns out, he's never going to be there for you.

Warning: Angst.

A/N: one of my many drafts... enjoy 👀?

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You love Dr. Spencer Reid.

As a colleague, a friend, and, well, a respected man.

Granted, you spent most of your days with a small herd of profilers, but you were great at hiding your feelings for him, if you do say so yourself.

You watched him smile awkwardly with love from one woman to the other. Then, there was Maeve. He was in love with her. You didn't need your profiling skills to lead to that conclusion.

It broke your heart when you heard Spencer's plea. It broke your heart when he couldn't even function properly. And your heart broke for him as you watched him fall on his knees, crying over Maeve.

So you chose friendship. You always have, after all.

You became his anchor. His support. His best friend.

You were there for him. You were there when he was ready to open up. You lent him your shoulder. You became his personal napkin, soaking up all his tears in the hopes that it would lessen the pain, even just a little bit. You kept him company, dragging him out of his apartment to bring him anywhere besides the gloom in his empty home.

And without him, or you, knowing, you gave him your heart. You were in love with Dr. Spencer Reid.

It made you feel guilty, but it was inevitable. Who would've known you could fall deeper than you already were? Not even you, apparently.

And yet, you remained the person he could cry on for two years. You pawned him a shoulder for a long, drawn-out two years. Shoving your feelings in the back of your mind as if it wasn't anything important to you.

The deeper you fell for him, the faster the team caught up with your feelings.

JJ figured it out first when she saw the ends of your hair as you walked in Spencer's apartment the first year of Maeve's death. Spencer had been unresponsive to everyone, but not to you. You managed to get him to open his door just by the sound of your footsteps. She knew, then, that he was in good hands.

Emily and Derek noticed how you felt at the same time. You were all on a case, and an officer who awfully looked a lot like Maeve emerged. You were protective of Spencer and knew exactly what his reaction would be. So you had everything he needed and offered to work with him before Hotch could even mention it. Of course, along with that was Penelope getting a confirmation about your feelings for Spencer.

Rossi always knew. He always saw the way you would giggle silently to yourself whenever Spencer sassed his statistics into them. One time, he saw you clean Spencer's desk before everyone arrived. And he suspected that you did so a while back before he caught you.

Hotch? He noticed, but he said nothing unless you verbally told him. He thought you weren't ready to openly admit your feelings to the team yet, so who was he to mention it?

And so it goes...

Emily would grin whenever Spencer gave you coffee every morning. Derek would wiggle his eyebrows whenever he caught your gaze on Spencer, then gossip about it with Penelope, which led to her teasing you 'til sundown. Rossi, at times, tried to ease your feelings when they surfaced. Your solid companion whenever you felt down. And Hotch was ever a menace, stern face or not. He would partner you and Spencer up, specifically on the days when your feelings for the genius were oddly stronger.

So, you could only imagine the heartbreak when Spencer arrived one morning with the wrong order of your coffee and a wide smile as he told you that he was going out on a date.

You immediately showed your protest. Of course, Spencer wasn't happy about it. What was worse was he didn't know why. And worse than that was you couldn't tell him why.

Or so you thought.

"I don't understand why you're making a big deal out of this," Spencer followed you as you walked around the bullpen.

"You just met this woman, Spence. I think it's safe to say, I'm worried. You don't even know whether this person is safe." You lied. You had to. He didn't need to know you didn't want him to go on a date because it would break you.

Spencer crossed his arms, knitting his eyebrows as he felt offended by your words. "I'm a profiler and have 187 IQ. I can take care of myself." He stated, earning a couple of stares from the other agents.

You mirrored his actions, "Really?" You challenged, nodding in his direction, specifically to his tie. "You can't even tie the same tie you've been wearing for years properly. Looks like you haven't done laundry too, because, as far as I can remember, you've been wearing that same vest for the past three days. Are you going to wear that on your date?" You raised a brow.

Emily's eyes blew wide, pursing her lips to eat her laughter in. She looked away in hopes that the urge to burst into fits of laughter would subside. Unfortunately, Derek was doing the same thing, and they both snorted at the same time.

"Obviously, I'm not going to wear this on the date. This is clearly not about how homeless I look like. Just be honest with me and tell me why you're so against me being happy." Spencer's voice climbed an octave higher. He was frustrated and confused, and you both knew how much he hated both.

You closed your eyes and sighed deeply. You really had no other choice, do you? You turned around to face Spencer, "I'm in love with you." You confessed, hoarding the entire bullpen's attention.

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head, "Right, nice joke."

"I'm not joking." It offended you a bit. How much he compared your confession to a silly joke.

Spencer's face darkened. He uncrossed his arms and dipped his hands inside his pockets. His next words broke your heart, "I'm very disappointed in you."

Your eyes widened. Your mouth fell open as you heard your heart break into pieces, so loud you couldn't get a sense of what more he was saying.

"I came to you for two years to mend. You became my best friend because I thought I could trust you. And now, you're in love with me? Did you help me just so you could gain my affection?"

It stung. The silence that fogged the bullpen was deafening. Emily wanted to claw Spencer's eyes, but JJ was fast to hold her back.

Derek began to move beside you, "Reid, don't—"

Your manic laugh cut him off.

Spencer's eyebrows narrowed, "What?" His voice was far from the gentle one you were used to.

"You know what, Reid?" You scoffed, running your tongue on your lower lip to control your anger. "You're right. I was there for you. I was there to lend you a shoulder to cry on. I was there to keep you company. I made you smile. I even made you laugh! And sure, you're very disappointed in me because, god forbid, I fell for the genius prodigy. With the 187 IQ you're boasting, imagine my disappointment when you can't even figure out that I have feelings for you."

The bullpen fell silently dead as you stared at Spencer with such hatred it made his stomach climb on his throat. He has never seen you so... disgusted.

You couldn't take it. You couldn't look at him in the eyes anymore. You felt like you were going to throw up the longer you stood in the center of it all.

His words insulted you. And it hurt like a bitch.

There were many possibilities on how Spencer could've responded to your feelings, but this was beyond your limit.

You bit your lower lip, hesitant yet eager to spill the next words that came out of your mouth. "For the record, I regret falling in love with you." And with that, you left.

An offer from another unit had been sitting in your inbox. And despite having no plan to leave such a beautiful family of colleagues, you filled out the transfer form. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that you needed an out sooner or later. And Spencer's insensitive reaction was just the right motivation you needed.

The Monday after your outburst became the BAU team's worst nightmare.

Spencer immediately noticed your absence. He knew. Of course, he did. You were always the first person to greet him as you spun around in your seat. It was rare for you to be late.

You haven't contacted him for days, either. And he didn't have the guts to do it first. He has been drowning in guilt and couldn't figure out how he'd make it up to you. He realized how unfair he was to you, albeit too late.

Everyone arrived one by one, and there was still no sign of you until Hotch cleared his throat, "Let's start."

Penelope stumbled, hesitating at the sight of your empty seat. "What about..." She softly muttered and yet loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Agent..." Hotch sighed as he spoke your name. He still remembered how you went back to his office while everyone was out for their lunch break and submitted your transfer request. "She officially transferred to unit 4, violent criminal apprehension program... today," Hotch announced, much to his dismay.

Derek's eyebrows knitted, glancing outside the window of the conference room to your desk. "Are you kidding? Her stuff is still here."

Hotch took a deep breath, glancing at Spencer for a moment. "She said they were unnecessary items." He cleared his throat and gestured for Penelope to continue what she was doing.

Regrets stung Spencer like a thousand bees.

Most of the things that clattered on your desk were things that you both shared. His pens that you never gave back. Post-it notes he left for you that had no importance, but you kept them up on the wall of your cubicle. A photo booth picture of the two of you from one of Rossi's Christmas parties. The small bookshelf on top of your desk overflowing with Spencer's annotated books.

"But she didn't even tell us. She didn't say goodbye." Penelope exclaimed. Her eyes matched the frown on her lips. She couldn't help but talk about you. After all, they were your family for many years.

"Could you blame her though?" Emily scoffed, giving Spencer a glare.

Spencer messed up. Big time. And he has no idea how he would make it up to you.

#spencer x reader #spencer reid imagine #ssa spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer reid angst

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anachrosims · 8 months

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[TS4CC] DARK ACADEMIA: PART 2!

HELLO again! I am proud, SO proud to present Part 2 of my Dark Academia series! (Part 1 is available already.)

I have ONE more Dark Academia set on the way, but for now, please come enjoy a set full of dozens if not hundreds of swatches of matching furniture and luxurious decor. This set also pairs extremely well with some of my other sets like Dark Academia Part 1, Country Manor, 18th Century Campaign, my Historical Recolors series, and Gorgeous Georgians.

Pick and choose your item(s) or just download the whole set in a zip.

Enjoy!~

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[ITEM LIST, NOTES & POLYCOUNTS UNDER THE CUT!]

NOTES:

All are BGC unless otherwise noted.

Items where polycount is not listed are just genuine recolors.

All items have their texture maps, shadows, and LODs.

Surface items have SLOTS!

All items have been tested IN GAME.

TOU:

Standard, usual TOU applies-- No Simsd*m, no Simsf*nds, do NOT put this behind paywalls. Feel free to include these items in build folders as long as they are not paywalled. Feel free to use textures/meshes as bases, provided you give credit & link back to my simblr and/or Patreon page.

WHAT YOU GET:

Dark Revival Wallpapers

Evening Hours Wallpapers

Storied Halls Polished Oak Walls

Historically Preserved Plaster Walls

Grand Old Flagstone Floors

Just Scraping By Wood Floors

Book Club Chair (Requires Cottage Living)

Hushed Tones Elegant Bench (1126 polys/1460 verts)

Hushed Tones Elegant Stool (1058 polys/1420 verts)

Grandfather Lamp (Requires University)

Anchor Replica (2406 polys/2401 verts)

Baron Von Butte Bust (736 polys/691 verts)

Chess Mate! (328 polys/521 verts)

Immodest Desktop Pedestal (56 polys/112 verts)

Magnificent Magnifier (370 polys/454 verts)

Model of the Astral Locale (508 polys/530 verts)

Mysterious Ancient Sculpture (958 polys/560 verts)

Skull Specimen (148 polys/157 verts)

Walk Don't Runner Rugs (3x1, 4x1, 5x5)

Forbidden File Cabinet of Mystery (770 polys/912 verts)

Hallowed Hall Halved Desk (878 polys/1232 verts)

Modicum of Modesty Dresser (710 polys/792 verts)

Bonefish (278 polys/282 verts)

Dark Botannical Prints

Observer Shadowbox (94 polys/96 verts)

Scenes & Sims Paintings (V1) (390 polys/416 verts)

Scroll of Knowledge (Vertical) (420 polys/582 verts)

#historical sims #historical sims 4 #ts4cc #s4cc #sims 4 custom content #dark academia sims 4 #sims 4 cc #ts4 custom content #my cc

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