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abbynx · 3 years

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Man's greatest treasure

(Monoma Neito X Reader)

You find it particularly difficult when it comes to clashing amongst the most the rich and important who has colourful arrays of expensively glimmering rocks sewn in their clothes while you wore second hand clothing you've inherited from your older relatives. You find it additionally difficult you were practically the most underdressed person, ironically the most eye-catching one in the banquet. It seems like being the favoured darling among the crowd in this party sounds ethereal... If they weren't looking down at you on their noses with their brows raised, probably questioning how a simpleton such as you be in an extravagant banquet hosted by the wealthiest and privileged family in Japan.

Silently heaving a sigh, your gaze simply met with the floor. It was then you noticed the rich texture of the material of it. For all you know, the floor you're currently standing on is made with the most rarest stone known to mankind but at least it does not negatively interact with you. The nasty glares from rich strangers never seem to fade out even if you try to divert your attention into something else. Your ears can't help but to do its purpose, you've heard the things they've said about you.

How the hell did they even got here?

Who in the world thought it would be a good idea to invite them?

Did they...? Crashed the party?

Ugh, their attire is sooo last decade

Aren't they supposed to be... not invited?

Who invited this peasant here?

You have always dealt about comments about you. Whether it was because of your physical appearance, your personality, your status, your background, your ambitions and you have come into terms with it... You were born from a poverty-stricken family who raised a person who will give them financial support. You have always been the pawn, the answer to their financial needs. For the booze, the drugs, three meals a day, a decent living space... However, there would be times you would find yourself getting strangled with extremely irrational thoughts. You would let them fuel the way you doubt yourself to a certain extent you've contemplated about your own worth. A pawn to your parents, a doormat to privileged people, a plaything for fate to entertain themselves with... A worthless nobody who serves the role as the floor scrubbing servant who feeds on the leftover from the plates of the privileged.

The only reason you were because of an invitation from the celebrator himself. Neito Monoma wishes to celebrate his success of landing as the top ninth hero with you by throwing am insanely large gala.

His family was old money, filthy rich and will only get richer and richer as the decades pile on. Their family have always been composed of famous and successful people. His father owns a large company for jewellery mainly rings, his mother is a famous fashion designer, his eldest brother is the heir of the company and as well as a popular influencer, his sister is the famous actress with myriad of talents for both Broadway and media...

And how could you forget your darling Neito Monoma? The top ninth hero of Japan. Talented, skilled, cunning, intellectual, successful... Compared to a plain nobody such as you are. You often questioned your relevance and worth and he hates it.

It was no secret his family does not like you. They never bothered to conceal it even if Neito was around. You've met them before, it was the time your boyfriend introduced you to his family in a simple family dinner in the Monoma estate. You can still feel their gazes bearing scrutiny and obvious hatred. Neito was by your side all the time and you appreciate it... But there would be times where you're starting believe his parents that he deserves better.

You have encountered his sister awhile ago. She was divinely beautiful, a deity incarnated with a rotten core. With a face barren with any superficial cosmetics, it was then you realize that she is effortlessly beautiful as much as she is effortless at being ugly on the inside. The way she scrunched her face upon seeing you present in her brother's celebration... It was disgusting that you weren't able to stand your ground, but your in the depths of your despair, your inferiority got the best of you instead.

"Oh, I thought he would have already broke up with you-" she gazed at your from the tip of her nose. "-dear brother deserves the best and only the best. Not some peasant dressed in poorly sewn trash. Even the floor has more worth than you." She says, before walking off. It was awhile ago, just before the gala was crowded with too much people, and yet it still lingers in your mind.

The floor even has more worth than I have-

"Ah, you've made it!" You find yourself snapping out of your irrational thoughts induced trance when a certain pompous voice took your hands in his, pulling you closer until your head rests on his chest. You gradually pressed your head against his chest with a sigh, entwining your fingers with his soft and slender ones. His chest lightly shakes with a light-hearted chuckle, wrapping an arm over the small of your back while his free hand held your hands. "I apologize for my tardiness, I was simply greeting guests individually... So I decided to greet the best for last." He strokes your hand with his thumb, before pressing your wrist against his lips.

He usually enjoyed seeing you vulnerable when reacting to his shameless acts of public display of affection. The way you would timidly avert your gaze from his smug, but oddly affectionate ones, the heat emitting from your face and the smile you try to defy. But this time he saw a different type of vulnerability in your eyes... You were shaken, your usual vibrant eyes were dull and casted down, your head lowered, your shoulder sagged and back haunched. Monoma Neito immediately notices your unusual discomfort and pulls you out of the crowd to a more obscured area by the balcony.

He walks behind you, puts his hand atop your shoulders and rolls it back. He proceeds to walk in front of you, taking your chin with his pointer finger and thumb, before tilting it up to have your lovely eyes meet with his. His lips formed into a soft smirk before stealing a peck from you. He lingered a little longer, savouring the sweet spark between you and pulls away to stare into your eyes.

"Darling, chin up-" he puts his curled finger under your chin, tilting it up. "-your crown is falling."

"Oh shut it-!" At the most highest range of your voice, you shoved him by his chest and turned away from him to face the gardens below the balcony with a red face. A low chuckle erupted from the depths of his velvety vocals and takes this as an opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and puts his chin atop your shoulder.

"Are you particularly uncomfortable with the crowd? If I've known it sooner I would have swept you off your feet and have you in my bedroom-" his finger began to wander by your shoulders, wandering by your collarbone and neck, before he found himself tracing your jawline and cheeks. He leans to your ear, his hot breathe fanning your skin as he acquired an enticing voice. "-we could've done so many things- OOF!"

You did not let him speak any further by giving him a good elbow by his stomach and pushing him away. Your cheeks burned hotter than the sun and the only thought you can pick at the back of your head was to jump off the balcony if he ever continued to fluster you like this. He doubles over in pain, clutching his stomach, but couldn't help but to laugh at your dirty assumptions.

"I was going to say reading books or watching a movie, but I see you have something else in mind," he laughs, wrapping his arms around your stiff figure. His laughs subsides with a sigh, before he puts his chin over your shoulder. "What's wrong, my love? You've been uncharacteristically silent the whole night."

You knew it wouldn't last long before he would address the elephant in the room. You were quite disappointed it took him a few minutes before he can see what's wrong. The moment he lead you out of the crowd, he knew something was wrong. You were becoming more easy to read the more he spent his time with you and you have no idea if it was a good thing or bad.

He sighs at your relentless desire to stay silence. You felt his lips on your cold neck, his cold hand grasping your hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

"Darling, please..." His voice was reduced into a more soothing tone. Genuinely concerned for your well being, taking you seriously... "Please tell me what to do to make you feel better..."

That damned voice he uses that instantly commands you to listen to him, to make yourself the best version of yourself just for him. Your chest started to well with pleasant feelings, knees started to feel weak, leading you to lean your body on his for support. He presses his body further, engulfing you with his comforting warmth. Neito gently strokes your arm in a manner to comfort you, just waiting for your answer.

"Is it my family again?" He asks, patiently waiting for your answer.

You sighed, turning around to face him. You leaned your head on his chest, grasping his hand in yours. "Promise me you won't confront them about it." You knew far too well he will find his ways to look for a loophole from your request, but at least you can hope he won't confront them because of you.

"... No promises." You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking him by the chest. He simply chuckles and caresses your cheek with a loving smile. "I'll try not to be too harsh."

You sighed, knowing full to well he might not abide with your conditions. "It's your sister..." You held the same hand he uses to caress your cheek, firmly pressing it. "She- she said that I'm worthless-"

"We both know it isn't true, my love," he smiles, kissing your knuckle and watches you squirm under his kiss. "You, my darling, are not worthless. You're priceless. Ignore my family, disregard their judgement. Their beliefs are all built in with vanity and you shan't let them affect you."

He deeply gazed upon your eyes, his grey orbs peering into your soul and piercing it with sincerity and reassurance. "No matter what they say, no matter what they do, you can't let them knock you off your humble pedestal. You can't let them dictate your worth. For you, my sweet sweet angel, are man's greatest treasure."

With tearful eyes, you embraced Neito, pressing your face against his chest. You denied yourself to sob, bursting into small whimpers as he strokes your back with his hand, swaying you from side to side to calm you down.

"It's alright my love, let it all out..." He comforts, kissing your cheek and letting you cry on his chest.

"I love you, Neito..." You wiped the stubborn tears away from your eyes, backing away from him.

He chuckles in amusement with sheer euphoria, he pulls you close. The distance between the two of you closed as both parties leaned forward to meet in a passionate kiss. He grasps your hand close to his chest, wherein his heart erratically pounds within him. After pulling away, he lingers for a second and leans his forehead against yours.

His lips touched yours as he breathlessly spoke, "I love you, too, my dearest Y/N. Remember you're worth more than you think."

#mha neito #monoma x reader #my hero x reader #mha #bnha

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notwhoiwanttobeyet · 3 years

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NOTE: hi pLeasE don’t read this. this is just a way of coping with my mental illnesses. this is completely unedited, highly personal and i stRonGLy advise you look away. i hope you’re having a good day! happy holidays :)

also don’t mind the spotify links along the way; just some songs i almost or did cry to while writing this

tw: suicidal thoughts, anxiety attacks, (breast) cancer

hey tumblr,

it’s been a while since i’ve really vented. a lot of us use tumblr as a copying mechanism (me included) and i think it’s important i evaluate my current situation and break things down.

https://open.spotify.com/track/1WVunZLZM2zLTm5rAvKZkF?si=a94u_JAsRX2VCWOD6z4l-Q

exam season is over; i’m on summer break. and that’s great. no more school. no more exams and assignments and testing and all that FUCKING BULLSHIT THAT THE SYSTEM PUTS US THROUGH. i’m sorry, i’m trying to stay calm but it’s so fuckiNg hard. i’m literally going to cry i- so yeah, as we know, towards the end of the year school fucked me over and i really, reaLLY, REALLY wanted to die. so when school finished i was like “oh i must be all good now, right?” but i wasn’t. i was left feeling so numb, to be completely honest (and cliche).

then i got sick which was soooo fucked. apparently a lot of people who went to our small friend kris kringle gathering got sick which sucks but because i spent so much of this year in isolation, i forgot what it felt like to be sick and oh bOY it fucking sucked. i over exaggerated because i’m sensitive and wanted to die. i was sick for like a week and my parents quarantined me because my mum is recovering from a breast cancer surgery and couldn’t afford to get sick so i was like locked in my room- on my own- which yeah, i do anyway but this felt sooo different. this felt like, completely fuckEd because my parents were wearing masks around the house and would leave food in my doorway, etc. i felt like a complete MONSTER to the people i love. i also obviously couldn’t hug them or anything, leaving me touch starved and ugh- it just wasn’t a great experience.

also my mum is recovering fine and stuff but it’s an emotional fucking time for everyone and i’m so stupid i haven’t told anyone about my mum being sick and all. like people don’t ask why i’m acting up because i’m ALWAYS acting up. i’m always sensitive and angry and having mood swings. that’s just me, being mentally ill. so no one asks why i’m worried. my mum has/had BREAST CANCER- brooo. she’s had one surgery which went well and will most likely have to have chemo and/or radiation in the coming year. we get the results back after christmas. so that’s a thing.

i have a secure group of friends which i’ve always wanted, but it doesn’t feel right. it never feels right. like today the three of us went shopping and THEY WENT CRAZY- i was so stressed and had literally like 6 different mental breakdowns in the 2 hours we were out. they were bumping into people, running around, trying on every item of clothing ironically in every store. that shit stresses me out. and there’s nothing wrong with that- they’re good people and they’re not doing anything wrong really - it’s just normal teenage stuff. but i’m note normal, i’m super anxious and everyone was looking at us and it made me sooo uncomfortable. like- i could elaborate more but thinking about it hurts. i felt like i was their mum or something, shepherding them around and making sure they didn’t break anything else. they- UGH// they broke a perfume bottle and rudely ran away from a teacher i have a good reputation with. like i said, they’re just normal teenagers but it fucks me up. it’s not them, it’s me. on the bright side i saw this same lesbian couple i saw the other day again :) i never see wlw or mlm couples in public really so it makes me soo happy when i see them :) i also saw this girl in an unnus annus hoodie and i was gonna say something but i’m too *anxious* so i just stared at her until she looked at me weirdly and i ran out of the store. oH and there was a girl in an mcr shirt ahh-- she was really pretty but i was too busy running it was a whole thing like my mum was coming to pick me up and i had 10 minutes so i ran up from one end of the mall to the other and then upstairs to this store to but this fucking wonderwomen shirt and then i had to run all the way back and i’m not the most athletic to say the least and i wanted to CRY but yeah. what did i learn today? people aren’t for me. friends aren’t for me. and again i know i’m built to be alone.

https://open.spotify.com/track/7wTqEW5nrMhvyEhEyTnOMd?si=ata2BwOPQji3twov9wTZWg

i’m really thirsty. ew not like tha- i fucking hate society

cinnamon rolls not gender rolls. wait my friend got that on a poster let me see if i can find it,,,

yeah here it is ^^^^

also: my hair. i’m so happy having it the length it is but mAn i just- i just- i hate myself lol. like i don’t know what else to say. i think i’m ugly and every time i look in the mirror i want to cry, and it’s going to be like that forever so i need to just except that. i am ugly, i hate myself. like- bro come on. it’s been like this forever and it’s going to continue to be like this forever so i need to stop fucking crying over it.

https://open.spotify.com/track/05JtBVWRtSzqLoj7jj30kn?si=30W4pt7dT8G3cbzaUMqldw

oh my god this song i’m about to cry. this is what i want. why can’t i just be- not me!!!

these past few days i’ve literally been playing minecraft bed wars all day. like all day. and it was okay but now my eyes hurt and my head hurts and my hands hurt and i hate myself and everything hurts.

also- music doesn’t feel right. it’s been like this for a while now, it’s getting better though. before i couldn’t listen to any music at all - now i’ve been listening to kid krow on repeat : )

god bless you, conan. my number one song currently is *cough* E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE (which they are btw) which is- fucking terrifying and funny at the same time. i genuinely like CORPSE though- i’ve watched every among us stream and i love his songs- in the past i would have considered myself a simp (?) maybe (?) but i had a nightmare about it and i can’t awifjisenf simp no more. i still appreciate him, i just- had an awakening.

sexuality crises also suck a whole bunch. there was a 1-2 day phase a few weeks ago where i was low key PRAYING to be a lesbian lmfao. like it sounds stupid but i was crying over that shit. background info: no i’m not one of those straight girls, i’m a bisexual female who’s almost a full on raging homosexual except i am attracted to men. and i wish i wasn’t, believe me when i say that. but i have realised i am bi so it’s okay. i thought i was a lesbian and awilfjnawr labels but no, i am slightly attracted to men sometimes. but to answer your question if i am lucky enough my future wife and i will be married and living in a cottage.

ugh. life. bru h i’m actually a train wreck- i had an anxiety attack crying trying to find my childhood tinkerbelle and friends dolls the other night. and then to make matters worse, i found them in a box with a whole bunch of other dolls in the same box including StRawBerrY ShoRtCaKe doLLs and i smelt my stawberry shortcake doll hesitantly while crying and she still smelled like her strawberry scent and i was DEAD.

https://open.spotify.com/track/1F6IbA7di42uPc3cff8PXV?si=COKcG_UbQh-GhKYJ5vtIgg

ugh. so this has been my update so far. oh wait-

christmas. holy shit how is it christmas. i want dEatH like. reasons why i’m sad for christmas: it doesn’t feel like christmas so i feel like i’m not going to enjoy it, i’ve had no motivation to clean my room so the contents of my wardrobe is all over my floor because i was mid resorting the drawers when i got sick, i’ve wanted to ask for doc martens and my chemicals romance + other artists’ merch all year but i have SEVERE ANXIETY so of course i didn’t and now my parents have gone and bought me a new phone or something which of course i’m grateful for but my iphone 6s works just fine. it’s a waste of money which we need at the moment but because i’m too anxious i didn’t ask for anything this year so my parents have just chosen to spoil me and- aW SHIT! i can’t=

anyway so that’s my bullcrap life. i mean my bullshit rant. am i glad i did this? yes. do i feel any better? kinDa? i don’t know okay. what am i going to do now? i don’t know. probably lie on the floor and drown in self pity in hopes of melting into the abyss. i might read my book which i’ve yet to finish. maybe reading can be my knew things, seeing as i have zero hobbies. i read like once in a blue moon.

this is it for now, good luck, future me.

sincerely,

jordan ♡

https://open.spotify.com/track/7B3z0ySL9Rr0XvZEAjWZzM?si=HyWPKutjRTuPumafim7_Vw

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danvtrash · 4 years

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THE SIMS 4: ASPIRATION CHALLENGE

by: @danvtrash

Hello and welcome to my first EVER challenge! I came up with this challenge when I was searching for other challenges (😂) and I didn’t found anything that I wanted, so, I created this! I wanted something not too hard and not too easy, and specially, have fun with it! I hope this challenge seems fun or not stressful to you! Please, tag me if you are starting it, and use the tag #ts4aspirationchallenge if you post pictures! So, without further ado, let’s get the rules out! 😄

The Aspiration Challenge is a Challenge carried out across 9 Generations! If you end Generation 9, you can create Generation 10, it’s up to you! So, please, sit back, relax, and enjoy playing the game! 😊

RULES:

No Money Cheats (only if the challenge says otherwise);

CC and Poses are Fine;

Feel Free to Pause Aging Only For Story Purposes;

You May Edit What Your Sims Look Like In CAS If They Are Ugly;

You Can Create Your Sims Parent’s and Cheat Their Carrers and Skills (optional);

Create a Sim (Young Adult);

Move Them Into a Starter House;

You Can Money Cheat To Decorate Your House;

Set To 1500 Simoleons;

INFORMATION:

This Challenge is named after the Aspirations from the Game! I tried to use most of the Aspirations from all of the EPs, GPs and SPs so, If you don’t have all of them, It will be more difficult to play this Challenge, so, be sure that you have all of them! 😊

Generation 1 - Friend Of The Animals

Ever since a child, you’ve been super excited when meeting an animal, and that’s what made your day! A little pet on any animals head in the street! Unfortunately, since you lived in the city, your parents didn’t want a pet at home. So, once you became a Young Adult, you moved out from the city to the countryside where everyone had an animal at home!

TRAITS: Dog Lover, Active, Loves The Outdoors

ASPIRATION: Friend of the Animals

CARRER: Veterinarian

RULES:

Have a Dog;

Master Veterinarian Skill;

Master Dog Training Skill;

Master Veterinarian Carrer (5 Stars);

Master Aspiration;

Marry With One Of Your Clients;

Get Married In The Wedding Arc In Brindleton Bay;

Have The First WooHoo/Try For a Baby In the LightHouse;

Have 2 Kids;

Generation 2 - Painter Extraordinaire

As a child, you painted a lot... even your room started to look like an art studio. You live in the countryside, surrounded by nature and that made you very inspired to paint for the rest of your life! Everything is sooo beautiful, and you want to save that into a canvas!

TRAITS: Creative, Art Lover, Clumsy

ASPIRATION: Painter Extraordinaire

CARRER: None

RULES:

Get Your Money From Painting At Home;

Master Painting Skill;

Get To (At Least) Level 8 Cooking Skill;

Master Aspiration;

Sell 5 Masterpieces;

Have 3 Failed Relationships But Get Married With Your First Relationship;

Paint a Portrait Of Your Lover Throughout Your Life (Paint Young Adult, Adult, Elder);

Have 4 Kids;

Generation 3 - Master Chef

You watched your parent cook a lot so, you felt like helping in every meal! With that, you started to like being in the kitchen with your parent and you, sometimes, searched alone for new recipes! Once your parent started to get older, you took charge of the kitchen!

TRAITS: Cheerful, Foodie, Squeamish

ASPIRATION: Master Chef

CARRER: Culinary (Chef Branch)

RULES:

Master Cooking Skill;

Master Gourmet Cooking Skill;

Get To (At Least) Level 5 Mixology Skill;

Master Culinary Carrer;

Master Aspiration;

Marry A Co-Worker;

Earn Silver or Gold At a Family Party Where You Announce Your Pregnancy;

Have 2 Kids;

Generation 4 - Computer Whiz

With such a busy home, you didn’t get a lot of attention in your childhood. So, you spent most of your time in your room. One day, your sibling introduced to you a video game and you fell in love with it. It was love at first sight! With that, you spent your freetime in the computer.

TRAITS: Genius, Geek, Childish

ASPIRATION: Computer Whiz

CARRER: Tech Guru (eSport Gamer Branch)

RULES:

Master Programming Skill;

Master Video Gaming Skill;

Master Tech Guru Carrer;

Master Aspiration;

Meet Your Lover At GeekCon;

Have Your First WooHoo/Try For a Baby In a Backyard Observatory;

Have 1 Kid or Adopt 1 Kid;

Generation 5 - Jungle Explorer

You didn’t get why your parent spent sooo much time in front off a computer! Outside of the house is sooo refreshing! You don’t want your life to be in front of a screen! You’ve heard at school about a place called Selvadorada... but no one told you what it is. You want to know what that place has to offer you! Once you became a Young Adult, you packed your stuff and... Hello, Selvadorada!

TRAITS: Vegetarian, Dance Machine, Kleptomaniac

ASPIRATION: Jungle Explorer

CARRER: None (Get 13000 Simoleons From Your Parents and Move Out Of Your Parents House and Travel To Selvadorada Alone)

RULES:

Master Selvadoradian Culture Skill;

Master Aspiration;

Marry a Selvadoradian Sim;

Have Your First WooHoo/Try For a Kid In a Bush;

Marry Your Lover In Selvadorada;

Move Out Into a House With Your New Spouse;

Have 2 Kids;

Have a Raccoon as a Pet;

Generation 6 - Bodybuilder

Being a child of a Sim and a Selvadoradian Sim, you had a lot of playtime in your childhood, that helped you increase your motor ability. You ate healthy, you did exercises everyday, even at school outside P.E (Physical Education). You wanted to maintain your fitness at the highest level. One day, in Highschool, you had a Military Lesson where you learned a lot about it and you got interested in it. You talked to someone from the Military to sign you up for next year.

TRAITS: Self-Assured, Ambitious, Neat

ASPIRATION: Bodybuilder

CARRER: Military (Covert Operator Branch)

RULES:

Master Fitness Skill;

Master Logic Skill;

Master Military Carrer;

Master Aspiration;

Go To a Gym and Become BFF With a Sim;

Become Girlfriend/Boyfriend With a Co-Worker;

End Your Relationship and Marry Your BFF;

Have 3 Kids;

Generation 7 - Musical Genius

Your parent used to do “Plumboomba Dance” in front of the TV as an exercise and with that, you had to listen to that... weird music at the background. It wasn’t your type, actually. What if you start your own music? Your own melodies? That wouldn’t be a bad idea!

TRAITS: Goofball, Music Lover, Jealous

ASPIRATION: Musical Genius

CARRER: Entertainer (Musician Branch)

RULES:

Master Piano Skill;

Master Violin Skill;

Master Entertainer Carrer;

Master Aspiration;

Go To The Flea Market and Play One Instrument (Task Completed Only If You Accumulate 1000 Simoleons with Tips);

Meet Your Lover At a Lounge;

Have Your First WooHoo/Try For a Baby In a Closet;

Have 1 Kid;

Marry Your Lover After You've Had Your Kid;

Have a Cat as a Pet;

Generation 8 - Good Vampire

You can’t deal with music anymore! You went to your room and you got a message from a friend who said that she heard about a place called Forgotten Hollow and ONLY VAMPIRES live there! Vampires? They exist? You thought it was only in movies... but that place is real! Now, how do you become one of them?

TRAITS: Gloomy, Snob, Good

ASPIRATION: Good Vampire

CARRER: None

RULES:

Master Vampire Lore Skill;

Master Aspiration;

After Becoming a Vampire, Move In To Forgotten Hollow;

Get To The Vampire Rank: Master;

Become BFF With Vladislaus Straud;

Have Your First WooHoo/Try For a Baby In a Coffin With a Vampire;

Marry That Vampire But Left Him/Her At The Altar;

Become a Human Again;

Meet a Human Sim and Marry Them;

Have 3 Kids;

Generation 9 - Soulmate

Love, Love, Love... isn’t it beautiful? In Highschool, you tried to be with a lot of people on Love Day but that’s not your forte. You need to find your soulmate and experience everything what the word Love has to offer to you! It will be sooo romantic!

TRAITS: Hot-Headed, Romantic, Family-Oriented

ASPIRATION: Soulmate

PART-TIME: BabySitter

RULES:

Get To (At Least) Level 8 Charisma Skill;

Master Part-Time Job;

Master Aspiration;

Go To The Romance Festival and Become BFF With a Sim;

Marry That Sim At a Myshuno Meadows;

Try For a Baby In A Hot Tub, Tent, Sauna, Pile Of Leaves and Shower;

Have 5 Kids and 1 Dog or 1 Cat;

This Challenge finishes once you have completed the rules to Generation 9! It’s up to you if you want to create Generation 10! I hope you have enjoyed playing my Challenge and share this with your buddies! 😄

#sims4 #thesims4 #danvtrash #aspiration challenge #legacy challenge #aspiration legacy #ts4 #ts4 challenge #ts4aspirationchallenge

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sack-thing · 5 years

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Read from left to right. I’d recommend seeing the full view:

Page 1 - Page 2 - Page 3 - Page 4 - Page 5

It’s actually written goodbye in last panel but with FFCC’s alphabet. It looks like a google to me when I take a quick glance. :p

Phew. I had this done a while ago but didn’t feel it was the right time to post, idk. More comment and context below the cut.

This scene is post-game when they travel together (relationship isn't official yet) and they come across a moogle village. The moogles are in trouble because their stream isn't running as it used to so they lack water. Ramsey and Luu Kah solve the problem along with a moogle of the village (Mene) and a chocobo they "domesticated" for the occasion.

After that, Luu Kah takes a walk in the village while Ramsey’s still talking to the moogles; they speak an old language and only Ramsey manages to (half) communicate with them at this point.

Sooo there, that’s when Ramsey’s done and goes and look for Luu Kah. As planned, it took forever. I used a lot of help from past drawings and references, reusing things I already had, most often as drafts/bases.

Usual problem is I spent so much time on it that I'm blind. I'm afraid to find this utterly ugly in a few weeks lol. Some things already make me cringe, but I don't always manage to fix them.

Other problem is the scene was in repeat for so long in my head that I started to wonder if it made any sense at all, especially when you don't have all the story. Even stupid details made me doubt; for instance, drawing someone's face isn't blatantly romantic, so why does it do something to Luu Kah? Well idk man, he's so in love that he interpreted it as "so I was first thing on his mind?", esp. that he wasn't expecting it of all things. He thought Ramsey was just going to draw the same thing or another animal. But yeah, I started to just put a lot of things into questions and don't know anymore how it can be seen from an outside view. Maybe we'll think I'm weird and stupid; whatever. It made sense the day I wrote it and inside the story. orz

The last page also ends a bit quickly I feel? But again, in my script the part where Ramsey talks to the moogles happens just before, so I wasn’t going to repeat the details when writing this following scene. They can just talk about it on the road.

In any case, "this ship will test your patience" applies to them haha. Also we'll excuse Luu Kah for speaking straight and not realizing right away what he was saying. It's not that he wouldn't give compliments, just that he'd avoid saying that kinda “obvious” thing out loud usually, since he's in a gotta keep a low profile mode. :D

So yeah. I just remembered that scene (I was triggered when seeing an OVA screenshot of Colette drawing Lloyd’s face in the ground) and idk, I wanted to draw it. There's something... soft? about it that I like. They're in their little world or something, haha.

I didn't bother very much with backgrounds, but I imagine that the moogle village is prettier than that, and their houses more specials and cute. But it's too much work already. :'D

Some poses were helped by Senshistock resources. Sometimes I used my own hand as ref.

Luu Kah’s chocobo is greatly inspired by a drawing I asked someone to do haha. The story behind that is I asked my bf and a friend of his to draw an ugly chocobo, and I said I’d use the one who wins as uglier. :D In the end they were rather good, so I used a bonus drawing his friend did, because it was very simple and it was actually what I needed. (It’s still cute actually lol).

#ramsey #luu kah #luuram #my doodles #what else can i say #comics are hard and i don't know the rules about panels #and it's actually super hard to draw something decent each time lol #i may or may not cry after posting this

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xxwinterchillxx · 5 years

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Halloween Dance and Some Unfortunate Events

Summary:

Levi is willing to go all the way to get Eren to go with him to the Halloween Dance. But things get complicated since Levi cannot show any sign of intelligence around the German hottie. However, he isn’t taking no for an answer.

Rating - Teen and Up Audiences

Categories - M/M

Relationships - Levi/Eren, background relationships, Moblit/Hanji, Armin/Erwin, Krista|Historia/Ymir

Chapters - 5/?

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Chapter 5: My place?

It was 11:55pm by the time I left the Jaeger residence with Erwin. He had on this really goofy smile which I didn’t want to investigate into further. So, we drove in complete silence.

I could tell that I was cold when I saw myself breathing out puffs of vapour. But honestly, I felt damn nothing. My heart was still pounding like anything and whenever I saw my reflection in the car window, I too had on that same goofy Erwin grin.

I am dating Eren Jaeger.

~~oOo~~

The first thing I saw when I woke up was an angry woman’s face. I got yelled at for like a full 10 minutes by mom for sneaking in late yesterday. But I couldn’t think of anything other than the events of last night.

It was kind of a haze, really. Once Eren asked me out, my mind became so numb. I couldn’t say anything but it’s pretty obvious that I liked him too when I leaned in closer to him, holding his hands.

Then it’s all a blur. I think a kiss was supposed to happen. But that’s when Erwin came in the scene. His hair was messed up and his clothes looked scruffy. That fucking sack of balls didn’t know what was going on so he told me that we should go home because his dad told him that his stupid car should be home by 10. I think that’s when it ended.

Mom’s still mad at me. She somehow missed out on the fact that the costume she spent a day fixing was for a party. It’s not like I drank or anything so I don’t get why she is so upset.

Now that I think about it, I should go and fix up a costume for the dance 3 days from now. Fuck, I’m going with the fucking Jaeger. Oh my gosh, I’m literally going to dance with Eren! It feels so weird thinking about it. But, like, a good kind of weird.

I wonder if we should do a couple costume….

What the fuck am I thinking? That shit’s for 5th graders.

I think I’d look cool as Belle though. I make a good fucking princess.

~~oOo~~

“…so yeah, still think Levi can’t talk in front of his crush?” I smiled smugly at Hanji, who was sitting in the middle of my room with a blank expression.

“Well, technically, short-stack, you didn’t say anything.”

I faltered for a second after that rude-ass comment, “O..uh, okay but that, like, totally part of my suave sooo yeah.”

Hanji stretched out her legs and lied down on the floor wearing the same blank expression, “Sure, whatever.”

I was about to reply when she interrupted, “So, are you guys going to the dance?”

Squinting, I stated as a matter-of-factly, “Obviously.” I grabbed her phone and texted Erwin to come over. “You know what? That reminds me. What are you guys going as? I don’t want any costume repetition or shit like that. This is the first time I’m going to dance with my cru– boyfriend.”

She instantly shot up from her lying position with an annoying air of dignity, “Yes, about that. Moblit thinks we shouldn’t participate in such chivalrous youth activities.”

“What?”

Smiling faintly, she tried to look cool and all, fixing her hair. It took forever for her to reply. “Moblit thinks that we should instead spend time with each other instead of doing whatever everyone else is doing. He’s so insightful like that.”

Honestly, does anyone else feel the need as much as I do to shove Moblit’s chivalrous dick down his throat?

“My god, woman, does any of your sentences start without his stupid name?”

“Hey, don’t start with me. Moblit’s insightful, thoughtful a-and…,” she couldn’t seem to find any other praises for her boyfriend, “And Eren’s a dumbass.”

I gasped and shot up from my bed, “Yeah? At least Eren isn’t a nagging bitch. Moblit’s a fucking ugly crybaby.”

I think we were about to get into a fist fight (friendship, amirite?) before Erwin appeared.

“Hey Levi. Hey Hanji,” he cheerfully greeted and sat down at the nearest chair. “What’s going on?”

Both Hanji and I immediately forgot our own differences and started picking on him.

Hanji made a face and nudged Erwin playfully on the side, “I’ve heard stuff about you, Erwin.”

Erwin grew pale and laughed nervously, “H-Hanji, what are you talking about?”

She reached her hand down Erwin’s inner thigh and squeezed it tightly, earning a yelp from Erwin. “Bedroom secrets.”

I sneered, “Oh my god, Erwin’s bedroom kinks. That’s so gross, Hanji. Tell.”

“Hanji, no-”

“Armin calls him ‘Daddy Long Legs’!” screamed out Hanji excitedly.

~~oOo~~

We’re not really on talking terms with either Erwin or Armin anymore. They’re so overdramatic, my god. The last thing Erwin said to us was not to bother him or his cousin anymore.

And also to stop calling Armin his cousin. What? It’s funny.

Anything involving Erwin’s eyebrows is funny.

On the other hand, Hanji told me that Erwin and Armin are going all Prince-and-Princess this year. So that totally rules out me going in an all-out yellow gown.

“Maybe I should put on my mom’s weird green facemask again and go as Shrek,” I said to Hanji as we ate (without Erwin) in the cafeteria. It was Monday. There were no classes as everyone was busy prepping the entire building for a horror-themed dance. The main hall was being decorated with plastic pumpkins and violet drapes.

Hanji hummed indecisively and took a bite out of her apple, “No, Eren should go as Shrek. You know, like a cool handsome Shrek.”

I laughed, “Yeah. His eyes are green-ish anyway. But I won’t look good with Fiona’s red hair”

“What are you talking about? Obviously, you are Lord Farquad, shawty.”

Anyways, due to some minor inconveniences, I have decided that my costume isn’t going to be animation themed. That shit’s stupid to be honest.

I’m leaving the decisions to my boyfriend, Eren. My boyfriend Eren Jaeger. Hehe.

We’ve been talking to each other like all the time. Just today, he looked at me and smiled. It was so romantic. I just wish the others would pay more attention to the fact that I’m dating the hottest guy in school but no, they’re too busy trying to find their dates. Bunch of narcissistic fuckfaces.

I looked to the left and saw Eren and his group entering the cafeteria. Almost half the faces in the room turned to them. It was like a different aura spread out. Eren, Mikasa, Krista, Reiner…., the handsomest faces of the school. And Armin walking alongside them, as if he belonged.

I waved a hand to Eren but he didn’t see. I didn’t blame him though. There was a lot happening around him. They were all laughing, tripping each other, punching at times and making a lot of noise. I don’t know why but whenever I see Eren with them, I can literally feel my anxiety choking me.

“Fuck, is that Daddy Long Legs?”

As soon as I heard Hanji, my head whipped back and saw Erwin sitting at the popular table, laughing at whatever stupid shit the whole group was laughing at. That stupid meat-headed traitor. They were chanting ‘kiss’ ‘kiss’ over and over again. Then Armin gave him a peck on the cheek. In the background, Hanji just said, “Ew.”

“You guys are so cute!” Krista’s shrill girly stupid fuckvoice followed the kiss, “Couple goals!!”

I’m so pissed at Erwin. I mean, like, after you yell at your friends for absolutely no reason, you are supposed to repent and then stay sad. You’re not supposed to laugh a-and fucking hang out with other people’s crushes. It’s totally rude. Like, what did Hanji and I ever do to him?

“Eren coming. 1 O’clock,” Hanji mumbled quickly before walking away.

I didn’t even have the time to react.

“Hey, Levi.”

I looked up to see his stupidly gorgeous face. He kept a hand on my chair and the other on the table. His brown locks all messy, his hideously green eyes practically piercing through me. The light shining conveniently behind him made him look like a God. He’S sO hOt, fuck me.

“Can I sit?”

I nodded quickly. But like, not too quickly because I don’t want to look thirsty and not too slow ca- stop thinking, dammit.

He sat opposite to me, cupping his god-like face with one of his hands and just… staring at me. I couldn’t even look at his face, let alone his eyes. My eyes darted around to look at something else. Why am I so panicky?!

“Thanks, doll.”

My heart literally crashed and stopped working and I could feel my brain turning to mush. I breathed out heavily in response. Don’t ask me why, okay. I just prayed damn hard that he didn’t notice my antics.

“I was thinking about that dance, you know. About all that costume stuff.”

I sipped my juice pouch, trying to play it cool.

“Eren.”

I don’t know why I said his name. I just did.

Shit, I had his full attention now. His eyes looked up at me expectantly and his eyes literally lit up. If he had a tail, it be wagging.

I just looked at him, not knowing quite what to say. I was mentally trying to piece together a sentence… any sentence to break the tension.

His expression changed and he put up a hand to his cheek, smirking.

“Damn, Levi, you are so cute.” He smiled warmly before he held my hand.

“I was thinking of, you know, Marvel. I love their movies,” he continued, squeezing my hand. “Maybe Deadpool and Spidey?” He paused for a second then added, “I already have their costumes, by the way so like….?”

“Sure.” I replied, kind of proud of myself for saying ‘sure’ instead of some stupid pun about a sea beach.

“I’ll have it mailed to you. Anyways, could you give me your phone number? I don’t have it.”

“Oh! Uh… yeah, sure.”

I blushed when I saw his home screen. The picture was me in that stupid pink panther shit. I internally screeched.

“I hope you don’t mind.”

“Is okay.” I replied, typing in my number. Is okay…. Who says that?

“Cool, thanks.”

He moved his seat right next to mine and asked, “Do you have your phone?”

“Yeah, why?”

I placed my phone in his outstretched hand.

Putting an arm around me, he called my phone before I could stop him.

Panic rose up in me and I instantly yelled, “Wait, stop-”

And across that stupid iPhone screen, there appeared the dreaded words-

Futurehusbando calling…. 2:09 pm

The background image just had a zoomed-in picture of me deliberately smiling like a pervert, courtesy of Hanji.

I felt my heart sinking and my face burning up.

Eren looked at the screen for a few seconds before looking up at me with a slightly cocky grin.

“I see you already have my phone number.”

He handed back my phone to me. I kept looking down mostly because I wanted to faceplant myself into the tile floors.

“Well, anyways, I have to get going. I’m sorry but the principal told me to come down to his office like two hours ago so yeah. I promise I’ll call you later.”

He grabbed my face and planted a soft kiss to my forehead before smiling brightly, “Wait for me after school! I’ll drive you home, okay?” He paused for a moment and looked back, “You’re so cute.”

After he left, I groaned and felt a hand on my back, patting me.

“Damn Levi, you are one unlucky son of a bitch.”

“I know, Hanji. I know.”

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quowreadspact · 7 years

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Damages 2.4

“You took your time,” I said.

“We were prompt,” the older man said. Unlike my grandmother, he had the roughness of old age in his voice. Somehow more human than she’d been. “But if it helps, we can start the timer from the moment we made eye contact.”

I mean, for being summoned? Yeah, took awhile. But they are sentiment, at beck and call, but I assume not just waiting around for the Thornburn family. Also way to be rude to someone your’re scared of Blake goddamn. Also timer? Yay more limits...

“Are you devils?” I asked. “Demons?”

The older man chuckled. With the coarser voice, he did sound a little sinister in that moment. “Some would say that.”

“What would the rest say?” I asked. I looked at Rose, praying for some backup, but she still seemed out of sorts.

“The remainder would call us practitioners,”

So basically practitioners that gave up so much of their humanity that they can be considered almost demons. Pretty standard for a lawyer, AMIRIGHT HAHA QUE THE LAUGHTRACK.

“We’re hoping to include the heir of the Thorburn estate in our number,” the old man told me.

“You want me to work for you? Did my grandmother take the deal?” I asked.

“Madam Thorburn didn’t, bless her,” the older man said. He smiled, as if he was acknowledging how odd it was for him to say that. “She took a harder road. She needed power, as we said. I can’t say what for, but I’m sure you could figure it out.”

I see. So he could join their lil law coven. A way out. I’m sure there are catches and things to consider, but I hope he does at least consider it. Meta says he won’t though.

“How?” I asked. Why was the axe acting up? It was almost as bad as it had been outside, now.

Be careful that Miss Cold Ghost doesn’t act up now. You never did seal her.... why does Blake put shit off ugggh. I know he didn’t have much of a chance but how about he tells lawyers he needs a second, sends em away, seals ghost, then re summons. Aaaa.

The old man answered, “The cogs that operate in the background take to grinding you up instead. Funds, treasured belongings, friendships, love, they are all harder to find and easier to lose. Enemies, danger, chaos, and disruption find you more readily. In looser terms, all Others, spirits and practitioners get the sense, innate or otherwise, that they can and should work against your interests. Things start to fall apart, and the pieces fall down in the least convenient arragements for you.”

“The universe,” the young man said, “conspires against you.”

Heh Wildbow made a typo here that was never corrected. Arragements vs arrangements. Anyways. Yeah that’s Blake’s situation in a nutshell. Please Mr. Lawyer man, tell us not only how to survive but how to get in a better situation, Please... Please...

“Joining you?” I asked.

“That’s option two. Option one is that you die. Violently,” she said. The smile didn’t even flicker. “The elastic snaps, and you two find yourself in an ugly situation. If you’re lucky, you can find the time and opportunity to call us, and we’d arrange a prompt solution.”

Right so, dying is option one, very positive, very good sign there... Molly got rid of some bad karma at least :( Rip...

“Karma has very little to do with good and evil,” the blonde woman said. “It has a great deal to do with right and wrong.”

Another theme of this work. “Good and right are not synonyms.” Supported by the “technically lying/actual lying” and such.

“Directly? No. Indirectly? He tricked me and left me for the monsters to eat. We’d only just met. Unless the whole history of my family counts as a provocation.”

“You’d be secure. It would even benefit you. You should be able to find all of this information in the textbooks of the library.”

Oh my god, really? If Blake could pull this off it’d be great! Hell yeah! Go for it! RUIN HIM!

“You offend the community, the community retaliates, and the balance is maintained. If the community acts against you and it’s unjust, then there is imbalance, and this weighs heavier than matters between individuals. Clever individuals with some knowledge on how to use and manipulate karma could theoretically survive and ride the backlash to a position at the top.”

Even if karma isn’t affected and someone else can get more power, it is still something to consider. Laird is very dangerous... but then again, others seem much more so.

“These are the sorts of things Rose should have taught you. Any more questions?”

“I’ve probably spent way too long asking about stuff I could read in books,” I said. “But this is useful grounding to have.”

“And we probably wouldn’t have gotten around to those books for another few weeks,” Rose said.

Well Rose said she wouldn't teach stuff to her kids, not grand kids right? I don’t know why she didn’t try to tell anyone anything. I don’t know. The situation was complicated. She left a note at least? ha. ha. ha. And yeah, way too much info, and it is scattered between less useful info. Lawyer visit was worth it so far. Very much so.

“If you wish. I or one of my partners will look one of you in the eyes and inform you exactly what we’re doing, when it comes up.”

“Why do you want me?” “We don’t. Quite frankly, you’re useless to us at this point,” the young man said. “But things do change.” “And… the cost is a few thousand years of servitude? To clear my entire family’s debt?” “That is part of the cost,” he said. “Any true mark you made on the world is painted over. If you want to rise in the ranks and become partner, you’ll need to give up your name, possibly aspects of your identity. Easier than it sounds, after a few decades or centuries of long days, your past life well behind you.”

Honestly? Doesn’t sound too bad... I like the escape clause. Blake can try to survive, but if he doesn’t, at least he has the lawyers. I wonder why Molly didn’t take the option. Didn’t get a chance to meet them maybe? They didn’t want her at all?

“Know how to defend yourself,” the old man said. “If you wish, we can arrange for an errand boy, to handle groceries and purchases. You’d be limited to the house all the same.”

I would sooo take them up on this offer. Granny is rich both in magic and money. Make use of it.

I nodded absently. I couldn’t quite figure out what had bothered me. Something elusive one of them had just said.

Well time for me to look back and make some guesses on what is bothering Ol’ Blake.

If you want to rise in the ranks and become partner, you’ll need to give up your name, possibly aspects of your identity. Easier than it sounds, after a few decades or centuries of long days, your past life well behind you.”

Maybe giving up identity bothers him? Like all of this is so vague...

“Blake has to marry a man?” Rose asked.

“Mr. Thorburn has to do no such thing,” the older man said. “It has been left up to our discretion, to evaluate Mr. Thorburn’s progress and evaluate him regularly, keeping the intentions of the departed Mrs. Thorburn in mind all the while.”

Neat. Marry a woman at some point then. Minor problem solved.

I do recommend you marry, and I’d even recommend you marry a man, because fulfilling an obligation is an advantage that can help you survive.

Because karma?

“But there’s something else, isn’t there?” I asked, before I could get interrupted again. “Hundreds or thousands of years of employment, a loss of identity, a loss of our name. But you didn’t say that’s everything.”

“No. We didn’t,” the blonde lawyer said.

“What’s the catch?” I asked.

She frowned. “In the process of signing the contract, you agree to give them a foothold.”

“Them?” Rose asked.

“Them. You should know who I mean. You hand over things of value, and they take them. Footholds. To help them climb forth from where they’ve been banished or bound, or give them a foundation to better leverage their strength. A room, a house, a pen, a sword, a companion.”

Oh. So they;ve made a deal with the devils. Thats what was bothering Blake. Good to know.

Getting rid of bad karma by doing something VERY bad is an interesting concept.

“I’ll help,” she said. “No trickery or sabotage. I can guarantee you’ll be better off than if you saw to it yourself.”

They seem to have covered their bases. Lets see what they missed this time~! Because I’m sure there is a catch.

“I promised it I’d keep it warm,” I said.

“Not exactly true, is that?” she asked me.

I frowned.

“I’m fairly well versed in seeing the nuances of karma at work. You’ve come very close to lying a few times in a short span of time, and you’ve each outright lied at least once in the half hour prior to our arrival.”

“Oh hell,” I said.

“It’s easy to slip, at first,” she said. “In this case, you’re bordering on a lie, but you’re still telling the truth. Rose here promised you’d keep it warm. Your promise was implicit, and because Rose is an extension of you…”

I hope Blake learns to see karma at work. But aw poor Blake. It is so easy to mess up. I re-read and didn’t really see where he lied. Unless “you took your time” counts? or “When I know what you’re doing, I can adapt”? Or. “I’m not lucky”? Though by definition Blake isn’t. Or maybe “Left me for the monsters to eat” since they wouldn’t eat him. Probably that is one of them.

“Ground rules,” Ms. Lewis said. “This isn’t business. Anything I say or do should be taken in the capacity of an acquaintance or teacher. I won’t give you answers I think you should pay for”

“I understand,” I said.

“Good response,” she said. “Not committing to anything. All that said, I’d like to help you if I see the chance.”

Aaaa some help please thanks finally.

“Let’s just say it’s me establishing a relationship with a potential new client.”

“We can say that,” Rose said, speaking from the mirror I wore in the open ‘v’ of my jacket collar, “But what is it really?”

“It’s largely selfish,” Ms. Lewis said. She drew in a deep breath, then sighed. “As clients go, you’re quite endearing, compared to our usual.”

She withdrew a spool from an inside pocket of her jacket. Thin silver wire. “And this is not something I usually get to do, in the course of my duties. Nostalgic.”

Yeah phrases like “lets just say” should be immediately questioned. Good Rose. Good. But what is selfish... you didn’t tell us...

“Yes. I would recommend using it more. Try it now?”

I switched to my sight. The connections weren’t very clear.

True I’d have it on by default when outside.

It very deliberately avoided the railing of the fence as it perched on the stone of the wall, glancing my way. It seemed bothered that I’d spotted it again. Leaves and twigs stood up like an irritated cat or a dog with the hackles up.

My eye traveled over the splash of minor spirits that danced around it, seeking out the areas where they were traveling in the straightest lines.

One, blocked by the house. I eyeballed it, figured out the direction, found it on the other side of the house, faint, disappearing into the woods and glades.

The Briar Girl, I thought. The Others I’d seen before June showed up… I suspected they were hers.

“She wants your attention, and very possibly wants your help.”

Sketchy Sketchy Sketchy

“Are you aware enough to know you’re in danger right now?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“How? Who?” Rose asked.

“A car, behind us. Ignore it. We’ll take an alley the car can’t pass through, forcing them to circle around. We can stop partway, forcing them to turn around again or stop and wait for us to emerge. We’ll decide what we do then.”

You’re outside. You should know you’re basically always in danger. Ah Blake, get more used to your sight soon. There’s so much he needs to do...

I had only the clues to go by, the color and make of the car, the fact that it had been a bit dingy. Not new by any stretch of the imagination, the stuffed animals…

The wrong track. Not enough to put any name to it.

Laird? He has kids. I don’t know though. really no idea, I don;t know the other practitioners well enough.

“I’m not sure I can,” I said.

“You would have more focus if you hadn’t lied,” she said. “Be glad you were in the house and it wasn’t more severe. Try harder.”

Dang Blake you really can’t afford to lose any power be careful.

“This is the point where the whole ‘escorting us safely there’ thing comes into play.”

“It is,” she said. She kept scratching at the hatchet. When she saw me looking, she said, “Oh. This will be another minute.”

“You’re not going to fight them? Or stop the call?”

“No. I’m not permitted.”

“I… what?”

“I can only make explicit use of my power while I’m working. As I said before, I’m nothing more than a teacher and an acquaintance while I’m taking this break.”

“You misled us,” Rose said.

“I was very clear. Don’t start crying now. We’ve made it this far. Now face them head-on. Can you see it? One coming right now.”

Wow fuck you. They had no way of knowing you couldn’t use your power while not working. I knew something like this would happen. He doesn’t even have the hatchet yet. Jesus.

The damned weapon was easily twelve feet long. Her arms outstretched in front and behind her, she bent the metal until it bowed in a ‘u’. When it came free, it did so in a shower of sparks, the blade practically dancing as it recoiled, returning to its straight length. The sound of metal singing filled the air.

She held it pointing straight up until it stilled, then lowered it so the point was aimed straight at my heart, her position very much like a fencer’s. If I looked past the movement of the wind that made the length of thin metal sway, the blade didn’t shake or waver in the slightest.

Boss Fight Start!

This bird lady is scary. Elemental I guess? Don’t die yet Blake. 12 feet long? What the hell how tall is bird lady.

“What- why are you saying that?” I asked.

“I’m going to walk you through this, and I’m going to hope that you follow my instructions to the letter. Now pay attention. The less guidance you demand from me, the faster I can hand this hatchet to you.”

Okay he has a chance now. Go Blake! I’m excited to see how combat will play out.

#text #damages 2.3 #pact

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endlessarchite · 6 years

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Feeling the Fall – Charlie in the Country

This weekend was quite a fun one. Cooler temps, fresh air, and simply finding room to pause. And if you’re Charlie, it was an exhausting weekend, too — because my precious city pup saw what cows were for the first time, along with experiencing (for the first time) what life might be like if she had a huge, fenced-in property to patrol.

In short: she loved it. And she’s still sleeping it off as I type this.

I haven’t shared much about “the bearded guy” on the blog (yet), but I’ve been dating a funny, nerdy, southern-twangy dude almost a year now. For the sake of not having to keep calling him “the bearded guy” as though he’s a stranger, I’ll just call him K. I think my favorite thing is that he pronounces Charlie’s name differently (“CHAH-lee”, no “r”). He’s also the owner of the little munchkin (Stella) you’ve been seeing in my social media feeds and will be a big help with the pub shed project (him, not the dog; she likes to dig holes in my garden beds to go after chipmunks, so she balances out the helpfulness of her owner somewhat).

Over the weekend, we traveled to his hometown in Americus, Georgia to visit his parents. As with most trips like this, the intent had a bunch of different reasons, including helping them move some of their furniture (they’re building a house in Tennessee and needed to pack up the U-Haul), rehoming some of his old things (John Deere farm toys?), and spend a little time getting to know people I don’t know all that well yet (spoiler alert: they are incredibly charming). They had also recently chopped down a few trees, and I hoped to take some of it home for a few DIY projects as well as the indoor fireplace and outdoor fire pit (the cedar logs will smell sooooo good).

Anyway, Charlie really enjoyed it. K and I have both tried to train her over the last year to walk better on and off a leash (as in, not simply booking it down the road the minute she’s loose), and it really seems to be paying off: my girl happily walked around with us around the entire property, came (mostly) when called, and spent a good part of the evening staring off into the distance at the strange mooing creatures she’d never seen before. She ran and sniffed and enjoyed so much of the property that she was already hinting at wanting to go inside for a nap before dinnertime (our excuse, “she’s an indoor type of dog”).

I think for Christmas, she’s going to get a dairy cow stuffed animal.

And since it’s almost time for Halloween: wanna see something scary?

This is K’s late grandfather’s old camper. For years, it’s been used as a workshop and for storage and hasn’t moved from this spot (we checked the plate: 1987, aka the year my sister was born). The wheels are flat; it’s rusty and grimy and kind of (okay, a lot) spooky.

But, according to him (not that I have a clue yet as I’ve not done any research), it’s from the 40s or 50s and worth something even in this state. So, he wants to restore it — and not, as most of my friends have joked to us so far, burn it.

Well, I suppose I should say restore-ish: he also wants to trick it out with renewable tech and make it smart. Given that I’ve seen a few camper makeovers before (here and here come to mind thus far), I don’t think he’s entirely crazy… but this does also look like a thing where Jason Voorhees and Cousin Eddie might be nightmarish roommates (sooo many jokes, people). So… NOT THAT I’M AGREEING TO TAKE THIS ON YET… if you know of any great Instagram accounts or camper restoration blogs that you love to follow, feel free to send ’em my way to check out. And yes, I may make him wear a bathrobe and a trooper hat for the costume party we go to this weekend just because.

Also, one more update: I’ve caved. I’ve had a DNA test kit that I’ve held onto for a while (it was a gift from my sister a while back), and for the longest time, I haven’t really been all that concerned on what breed Charlie is. She’s a happy, lovable mutt, and since she was a puppy, I’ve always felt it was fun for people to guess rather than spoil their fun… the mystery is enough. But, K brought the kit downstairs the other night and finally convinced me — just for fun — to answer the question once and for all. So, she’s been swabbed and I’m sending off the kit this week. I’ll let you know her results in a few weeks when I get them back.

How was your weekend?

P.S. Speaking of Halloween and costumes, I never got to share last year’s DIY costumes in full with ya, so I’m posting about that this week along with a simple and spooky-ish cross stitch pattern that you might enjoy (a bunch of you guys really seemed to like the last one, so I’ll post new plans every now and then when I make them). But fair warning, you’ll need to be an email subscriber for the library I’ll create for all of the downloads when that goes up. DIY build plans will also be in a similar plans library too, so if you’re interested in either one you should go ahead and sign up. Thanks! <3

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