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#I really hate this side to eco stuff
thebibliosphere · 2 years
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I know it's my mast cell disease and my gluten + wheat allergy making my life difficult, but the fact that when I'm trying to find PLASTIC cutting boards, wheat fiber boards keep showing up in my search results sure is an anaphylaxis episode waiting to happen.
Also makes me wonder how many people might be using these trendy eco things and might accidentally kill someone because they didn't know a house guest has a severe wheat allergy/the person with the allergy isn't aware wheat-based cutting boards exist.
And before anyone tries to "well actually" me over them being a health risk--I've had anaphylaxis from biodegradable plates, cutlery, and straws. The risk might be low, but it's not low enough.
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alltimefail-sims · 7 months
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Ciara Baptiste Submission for @oatberrytea's Ofelia🌻
The Basics: -> Human; She/Her -> Pansexual -> Currently lives in Britechester as she just graduated from university! -> Young Adult (irl around 26 y.o.)
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Details below the cut! ↓
Ciara's traits are: Cheerful, Clumsy, Bookworm, Socially Awkward, and Genius (two of those are from the "self discovery" feature, but I can't remember which ones!)
-> Her current aspiration is: Eco Innovator! Additionally, she completed the Academic aspiration, gaining the "Higher Education" trait!
-> Education: Has two prestigious degrees with honors from Foxbury Institute (Communications and Computer Science).
-> Her likes include: Spring, pastel color palettes: especially the colors yellow, pink, blue, and purple. She likes romantic, pop, and soul music. She loves engaging in Silly behavior, giving (and receiving) compliments, discussing interests, physical intimacy, flirting, and a little bit of what she calls "harmless" gossiping (specifically about silly stuff like the royal family or pop culture in general). She gravitates toward idealist and funny sims, but more than anything her favorite kind of sims are family-motivated sims. It was really just her and her dad growing up, so she wants to have a family of her own and is looking for a partner who wants a big, beautiful, fun family, as well! Her hobbies include robotics, research and debate, handiness, programming, wellness, baking, and knitting. She also enjoys acting and singing, even though she does both of those things quite poorly (that doesn't stop her, lol).
-> Her dislikes include: The "color" grey - she would argue that grey is definitely not a color, and she sees waaaay too much of it in the math and science field. She likes most genres of music, but Metal music is an absolute no-go and she is kind of a scaredy-cat who prefers the "cute" side of Halloween, so spooky music is also out. She doesn't tend to run in the same spaces as high-energy sims: she was not gifted in the athletics department and hates fitness activities, skiing, rock climbing, and snowboarding. However, she dislikes egotistical and argumentative sims the most! As a cheerful, optimistic sim she doesn't like conversations focused on complaints, pranks, arguments, potty humor, or malicious interactions.
-> Some fun facts include: Ciara was a happy infant and toddler, an only child who grew up in the spice market area of San Myshuno and was raised by a loving, generous single dad who she's still extremely close to. Her dad worked in nonprofits and charity work, always encouraging her to advocate for others, give back to their community, and be compassionate. Her mom passed away when she was only a year old, but her dad has done a solid job at keeping her memory alive. Ciara is half Japanese (her mother's side) and half Trinidadian/Tobagonian (on her father's side).
As soon as she could hold a hammer and power up a computer, she put her natural ingenuity to the test time and time again. Even though her unquenchable curiosity did lead to some small apartment fires, a few broken appliances, and a beaker explosion from time to time, she ultimately completed the Creative Genius aspiration and gained the "Idea Person" trait. That being said, she has always had a strong sense of purpose, wanting to put that perfect combination of smarts and creativity to work: that's why she decided she would dedicate her life to inventing and ultimately helping better the environment when she was around 12 years old.
High School came with a plethora of social challenges for Ciara: even though she was (and still is) extremely bubbly and bafflingly smart, she sometimes had trouble relating to people her age and understanding social expectations. Some kids picked on her for being too nerdy or too involved in class, others found her too talkative and "annoying," assuming her curious nature and positive attitude must be "fake." (Honestly, she was just neuro-divergent and didn't know it yet! She, in my opinion, didn't get evaluated by a profession until she was out of highschool and would ultimately be diagnosed as a combo of autism - toward the "high functioning" end - and ADHD). She found herself hanging out in teacher's classrooms more than not, usually not invited to big parties and doing her best to avoid social events like Prom as much as possible. However, she did have a small group of good friends, fortunately... so it definitely wasn't all bad! (She even went to the same college and was roommates with one of them!) Because she poured most of her free time into extracurriculars and schoolwork, she graduated at the top of her class and was given the honor of valedictorian!
Although she grew up in the city, she's 100% not attached to city living! She would love living somewhere with fresh air and lots of sunshine, especially if that meant she would have extra space to tinker and brainstorm! Plus, as an environmental enthusiast and "Civil Designer," she cares about inventing and finding affordable, healthy, safe innovations that work for all kinds of communities: that's a job she can do from anywhere!
Ciara never backs down from a challenge, but potentially competing for love might be the scariest one she's faced yet. She has never had a serious relationship and has never actually been in love, even though she eagerly puts her heart on her sleeve and has come close before. Could Ofelia be her soulmate? Ciara has crunched the numbers, and the stats say there's a slim chance: a 20% chance of success and an 80% chance at heartbreak, to be exact...
but that's a risk she's just might be willing to take. ❤️
Private DL if chosen!
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The only time I felt a major arc in Boruto(anime wise. The manga is its own can of worms)was genuinely bad and didn’t make sense was the Mist Village vs Eco Pirates, especially as they threw cycle of revenge BOTH SIDES in even though the Eco Pirates were legit insane and their arguments don’t make sense that one of them sought ReVeNgE because his sister was hurt when Boruto protected himself in SELF-DEFENSE and killed herself in a hospital room by taking off all the tubes giving her fluids and KEEPING HER ALIVE! She was such an irrational spiteful human being who killed herself out of hate but clearly it’s Borutos fault! That he didn’t let her kill him!
Even the oldest son of the Eco Pirates leader who had been raised to believe his father was the only way to protect their clan realized his father was insane and was murdered by his father when he tried to make peace with the Mist because his father was just a spiteful mosnter and their mom was an idiot that died in battle on board a ship when the pirates were RAIDING MIST SHIPS. It was just genuinely stupid.
I think stuff like Naruto’s failings leading to things being worse in areas, like letting the Mist collapse despite being so physically close in location to Konoha and the Fire Country, or him not trusting people the way he does Kakashi or Sasuke, especially as he had no real answer to making things better in Naruto itself, makes sense.
The "both sides uwu" or "cyle of hatred sad uwus" argument, especially how it is depicted in this general verse really pisses me so much and is one of the reasons I vastly prefer 1st gen to the fuckery that was shippuden, and later, as you pointed out, Boruto (I haven't watched those episodes, but reading the wiki about them makes me puke lol)
At least, in the 1st Gen, when Gaara wants to "hurt" the world because his crap dad tried to kill him, Gaara is only 12 and not in the best mental state thanks to Shukaku being an ass, and is proven wrong, which prompts his change.
Shippuden?
Nagato got his uwu moment to justify his "both sides" plan, because his random parents died in a war so in return he will bring "Tru Piss" to the world even if it means leveling a village full of randoms bcs he's pissed at Tsunade telling him to stop acting like a fucking brat and starting more conflicts that cause more and more senseless random's deaths.
(and then the dude nukes the village, including Ramen Guy and his daughter, to make a point or something)
but everything is alright uwu, since he rez everyone and we're supposed to follow Naruto's mindset, about the guy having had a point or something and the "uwu cycle of hatred that somehow includes killing people who haven't done a thing to you because they exist and it's not your fault if you had to slaughter them :("
(that's why, despite its own faults, I think BC is vastly superior, at least with this scene - Asta doesn't kill Patry when he reveals his tragic backstory and despite emphasing with him, he still punches him bcs dude, you killed a bunch of randoms who never asked for anything in your stupid plans)
Madara was the best example with his "wah wah, Hashirama y u kill me, i thought we could understand each other, see u and I are the same we kill because we can't understand each other :'(" after repeatedly attacking the Leaf, and all of its randoms, with Kurama many times.
As for those episodes you've mentionned -
Iirc Kagura was supposed to be the next Mizukage?
And lol @ his randoms friends for apparently wanting to ditch and betray him after they heard they would only get a 3 years reduction of their sentence, that they got, iirc, from the previous arc where they killed randoms and attempted a coup against the Mist???
Again, it's the general trend within that crap verse of giving more fucks to the perpetrators than to the victims - you can't fucking kill people and expect to get away with a slap on the wrist ; 1st gen Gaara understood it and swore to protect the people of Suna, as the Kazekage, to make up for what he used to do and what he used to be, which ends beautifuly with his final scene in the Deidara battle, and is corrected when he "wakes up" - aka his entire village loves him now (even if the later chapters of Shippuden try to retcon this in a Naruto wankering fest).
Anyways, iirc, one of those random dude in this filler killed Kagura by stabbing him after taking him hostage? And Boruto'n'co effectively dropped their weapons to comply to the dude's demands?
And then Boruto apparently goes in "rawr revenge mode" by pummeling randoms and nearly killing a kid, because that's totes how revenge works, I mean have you seen the old Chiyo pummeling Sakura to death because she comes from the same village as Sakumo? (and I'm pretty sure she was faking trying to attack Kakashi during her "senility" scene, because she didn't use any of the techniques she uses against Sasori!!)
Forget trying to build up or shoehorn an "uwu cycle of hatred uwu BaD uwu" with third rate characters in a third rate filler using a convoluted plot on how "killing terrorists BaD because their families will hate you afterwards :("
Why don't we have any samurai going to Konoha and having a beef with Sarada because Sasuke killed some of them during the land of iron arc? Like Pedro the Samurai's daughter, or niece, or grand-daughter ? I legit thought the samurai girl character would be something like this, but no, she's just pure filler material.
It's not a fair comparison at all, but I was re-re watching FMAB a few days ago, and I vastly prefer the "cycle of revenge" and Scar's general arc to whatever Kishimoto and whoever the fuck works on Boruto tried to give us.
Kishi's world is stupid enough to apparently make everyone accept Naruto's decisions even if those same decisions, if they were made by anyone else or during the Shippuden Era (or even the first gen), would have declared several wars or have been criticised to oblivion.
At least, the later manga reveals he is a shit hokage, even Shikamaru shits on him - and he receives the worst punishment ever, being fridged with "the woman who makes diner in his home" lol
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avantguardisme · 8 months
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thank u to @bittersweetish for tagging me, answers below the cut!
last song i heard: happiness isn't a fixed state by kynsy! off of an in-progress vibes playlist for a fic i'm working on-- i havent actually listened to much music today (mostly podcasts) but i put this playlist on while i was walking down to get my mail earlier
currently watching: sex education on netflix! i finally got around to watching this show several years after it was originally recommended to me and i hate to admit it but it is, in fact, pretty good. ive been binging it for the past couple of days now and im having a good time!
currently reading: in an extremely strange turn of events for me, i am not actively reading anything at the moment! but i'm in the middle of a couple of books that i'm going to pick up again this week now that i finally have a little bit more time before school starts, namely the name of the rose by umberto eco and maria dahvana headley's translation of beowulf. oh and also i have a copy of persepolis i want to start reading!
current obsession: like tumblr user bittersweetish before me, also ace attorney! which ive been into the series on and off since i was a teen, but ive been back into it since the prequel series came out on switch and i started writing fic for it this past year. which is pretty big for me! i havent really actively written/published stuff before now and ive really been enjoying it. idk what it is about these silly little mystery games, but i find myself continually coming back to them and their characters and finding all of it deeply charming and compelling even at its most ridiculous. genuinely the only reason im not flooding everyones dashes with this constantly is because ive quarantined that insanity to my side blog @miafeystits
aaaaand tagging other people always stresses me out, so i'm just gonna say anyone who wants to participate can answer and say i tagged them!!
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the-firebird69 · 4 months
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Trump Slammed by Commissioner as He Attempts to ‘Sow Doubt’, Asks Voters to ‘Guard Votes’ in Philly (msn.com)
and h e said other stuff later other than guard the vote in democrat areas. and it is on tape and his orders recorded. now this is enough to seend anyone to the gas chamber ten times. and a president not even former. and he will attack the macs who hold him up shortly. thinking he can. and isa big baby spoiled to the core. ruined and not powerful at all. done too.
-brngs us to the nexxt point he is an asshole to all and was to the macs hates them and he stated he i after them and for thier idiot stuff slavery adn more and they said you admit it fine. and good. then he says yourll pay for it. and for his slavery and he is itting in a dump and we admit it we cannot budge a thing to h elp and spat at one today. and htey recoreded it.they said they woulld get revenge. and he is not bullet proof. and is hit. and trump though on it. if they continue they will get their way regardless. and decided to fight for real. and is on. and he is. up working. sys not so bad tons hate them. and see it. yes he does see it. finallly but
he is wwreckless insists on threats on our son and bidenand other rebels for stuff. so we cut him off and down now this is how
we p ut forward to the usa govt he is a menace and violates all treaties and is a crimiiinal vs the usa. and signe by military personell. and tons did sign it.
we use that and in court to get him out of theelectiono. he is unfit to direct the usa mil. and htis force is there to protect the usa and he uses bitter scournfull language and treasonous language vs it but regardless he admits he isa harm to the usa and will be on tv. and on tape and in writing and at meetings. he is an anarchist and a criminal and it willb e presented this way shortly. no more xapserating comments.
he side with macs and tommy f often and they are outlawed. he needs to go. we produce theis to the usaa public too
we need more of this and from each facet of usa living. the judicial branch is at it. the executive wrote acouple but he tramples on the foundation of the usa. mocks the goverment and only wants the position to take stuff and harm citizens. it is criminal and he must be stopped. and a new law must be written. if your notfor the usa you cannot be president. and it is obvious but really heinous ppl ok.
tons sayit makes sense and want it. and we agree. now th ohter thing ppl can do is write thier senators and complain about he andhis staff. and more.
the economoy sucks and all neeed it and he tamperd with it and it is errorism and the mil and other can wirte it up eco terrorism. further business people need to collaborate agains him now too.
this is one man an albatross andmacs hang it on our neck. indeed for thismoove.
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fangirlfreckles · 3 years
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I finished Mister Impossible and...oof. All of my super spoiler-y, long-ass reactions/thoughts/opinions/theories/questions are under the cut!
Initial Reactions & Thoughts
Let's start with the biggest reveal: RONAN DREAMT BRYDE. THE FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK. I am Boo Boo the Fool because I did not see that coming.
Also: reading the Bryde stuff was such a chore for me and there was so. much. of. it. I kept thinking, could he just bite it already? When will Hennessy shoot this motherfucker? And I don't know how to reconcile those feelings now knowing that he's an extension of Ronan :(
Second biggest reveal: all of the Moderators are dreams!! My theory is the government agencies have dreamers at their disposal and made them dream up the Moderators, so that if one of them is killed, they can easily be replaced. It's an ethical and moral dilemma that underscores the series - are dreamt people real? - but I doubt the government gives a shit since they think they're saving the world.
Maggie really chose violence by giving us one single Pynch interaction and making it painful af
Ronan's dream phone lock screen picture of him and Adam - so soft!! Someone draw it please
Adam eating the celebrity chef's gourmet waffle in like three bites with no reaction whatsoever, lol. Boy is deranged and I laughed for like five minutes
Adam's theory that dreamers have always existed and monsters and dragons were never myths, they were dreams, and we've never seen them because they've been sleeping for centuries, and that fixing the ley lines will wake them all up FUCKED ME UP. I can't stop thinking about it.
The Adam and Declan interactions were *chef's kiss*. Two bitchy assholes uniting because they both (grudgingly) love emo himbo Ronan Lynch - we love to see it!!
Jordeclan was delicioussssssss. Declan blushing over Jordan's postcard? What a cutie!! The two of them recreating their first date at the museum with the roles reversed, and Jordan whispering in his ear? SEXY. Jordan trying to make her portrait of Declan into her own personal sweetmetal? Precious!! Declan casually saying "when we're married" to her? I hope our girl fucked him on every surface of that art studio, because I would have
No coherent thoughts about Matthew, just pain
Ronan's interactions with the dreamer kids and his hug with Hennessy - fuck me up!! I've always loved his capacity for tenderness
Also: a seemingly single mother raising FIVE dreamer children??? Tell me more, tell me more
Unpopular opinion: Carliana didn't do anything for me in CDTH and I'm sorry to say I feel the same after MI. For me the issue is that one person has already experienced the entire relationship and the other person hasn't. It's a weird power imbalance born from time travel fuckery, and I'm not feeling it. Not hating on the ship at all, it's just not for me.
The Nathan backstory is fascinating to me and it feels intentional that Carmen constantly mentions him in her POV chapters. I already saw someone mention that maybe he dreamed a copy of himself and that's who Carmen killed at the beginning of CDTH, and the real Nathan is behind the scenes orchestrating a lot of what's going on.
I think Jordan is still awake at the end either because Hennessy is the one controlling the ley lines and the rules don't apply to her, or because Jordan is actually a sweetmetal and not a dream. The mechanics of sweetmetals are still confusing to me so don't ask me to explain this theory!!!
Maggie really expanded the world in the last few pages with all of the dreamed things falling asleep. I would love to see in book #3 the news coverage of what happened, how it gets explained and then covered up, and a reveal of how many dreamers there really are (or that there just are a powerful few).
Why I'm not worried about Pynch
Maggie already confirmed on Twitter that Pynch will not break up and she's not interested in writing about that kind of relationship drama anyway. If she goes against her word and/or kills off either Ronan or Adam, she loses her credibility as an author and her career will not recover. I'm not being grandiose; the Raven Cycle fandom essentially pays her bills by buying her books, and that allows her to continue writing the weird ass books she wants to write. She knows this, she ain't stupid, and I ain't worried.
(Side note: Maggie does use classic relationship drama tropes for Pynch, whether she'll admit it or not. In MI alone there's lack of communication, miscommunication, and the good ol' superhero "I'm cutting off the one I love for their own good/to save them from the bad guys". It's the context around those tropes - both characters have complicated magic and trauma, the government wants to kill one of them, the apocalypse is imminent - that make it fulfilling for Maggie to write and interesting for us to read).
Maggie likes to make her characters suffer and we often forget this between each book (myself included - I blame fluffy fanfic). Pynch angst is a given, as it is for any endgame ship.
MI made it very clear that Ronan and Adam still have a lot of growing up to do, and so it's probably healthy for them to be separated right now. Ronan literally manifested his insecurities and fears around his dreaming, family, and relationship with Adam into a cult leader and then became an eco-terrorist, and Adam is an actual con artist, creating fake friendships and swindling Harvard students out of their money with bogus tarot readings. Ronan is damaged, and Adam is fucking insane. They should be on a break!
Some characters are created to die. Take Bryde, for example. He will not survive the series because he is the Mentor and Villain in Ronan's hero journey. He also represents Ronan's inner demons, and Ronan must kill/defeat/destroy them by the end or else the journey was pointless. Ronan Lynch and Adam Parrish, however, were not created to die. They've earned the right to live long lives after all the shit they've been through. (I'm not explaining this as well as it could be explained - English majors, where you at?)
Lingering Questions
Where the fuck were Mór o Córra and the New Fenian? You're telling me there's an ageless Niall running around and the Lynch brothers, ripe with daddy issues, don't think about him once during the whole book? Sus.
When is the pale-eyed woman (presumably their Aunt) from the Opal short story going to make an appearance? I'm guessing she's connected to Mór and the New Fenian, but I could also see her coming into play with Boudicca.
How does Bryde communicate with the other dreamers, and what exactly did he communicate?
Ronan created the rumors about Bryde at the Fairy Market, according to Bryde. How though? Rumors as dreamt things that people just wake up and *know* is some serious mind fuckery
How did the Moderators get a hold of Fletcher but not Adam? I imagine it wasn't for lack of trying on the Moderators' part, so where'd he disappear to?
Does shutting down the ley lines affect Gansey since he's basically made of Cabeswater and Blue because she's an amplifier? I don't expect Maggie to address it in book #3 since Gansey was barely mentioned in MI, but I'm still curious.
I know Maggie's vague about time, but it seemed to me that the book spans Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's, and now we're into January because Adam is back in the dorm. Where then did Adam spend his winter break? Did he stay at Harvard (which wasn't allowed when I was in college)? Did he go back to Henrietta and stay at Fox Way? Or go the Barns alone? Maggie also won't address this in book #3 but it makes me sad to think about and I want an answer, or at least a long ass fanfic about it :(
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mayocc · 4 years
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Not So Not So Berry Challenge
AKA Not So Berry Challenge 2
General Info:
If you play this challenge it’d be great to hear some feedback on what’s good and what’s not, especially as this is my first (and probably only) time making a challenge.
Feel free to either start this challenge off with Emerald, or continue the original NSB with this one.
I’ve heard that the freelancer career often doesn’t work. If this is the case for you, feel free to simply ignore that part of the black generation. Or any other stuff that don’t work right.
Packs that can be realistically replaced are in italics.
Expansion Packs Needed: Get Together, Eco Lifestyle, Get Famous, Island Living, Cats and Dogs, Discover University, Get to Work
Game Packs Needed: Spa Day, Strangerville, Jungle Adventure, Outdoor Retreat
Stuff Packs Needed: Nifty Knitting
Rules: 
1. Same basic rules as the original NSB.
2. You can do mild cheats if you want to, just don't cheat the actual challenges like careers, collections, relationships, ect.
3. If you fail to complete minor parts of the generation (only make food with ingredients you have, living near water, ect), you don't have to end the challenge. As long as you do the main stuff of the generation (careers, collections, aspirations), you're a-OK!
4. Tag your post #not so not so berry / #nsnsb if you do this challenge, or @ me! I’m @mayooinajar /  @mayosims This isn’t necessary but I’d really love it if you did :)
Generation One: Emerald
You’re a sim with a passion for the world! You spend your life working to improve the future for others.
Traits: Loves Outdoors, Green Fiend, Insider
Aspiration: Leader of the Pack
Career: Civil Designer
Master Civic Planner branch of the Civil Designer career and complete Leader of the Pack aspiration
Master Gardening, Logic, and Charisma skills
Build a Greenhouse/Sunroom
Only make meals you have the ingredients for
Generation Two: Cream
Ever since you were a child, you dreamed of being in the spotlight. Time to make your dream a reality. 
Traits: Bro, Erratic, Outgoing
Aspiration: Master Actor/Actress
Career: Actor/Actress
Master Actor career and complete Master Actor/Actress aspiration
Master Acting and Charisma skills
Divorce your spouse and never remarry
Complete MySims collection
Generation Three: Black
Spending your childhood in the spotlight, you decide to change your appearance, leave home, and try to make it as an artist. You struggle at first, but eventually settle into your new life, all by your own merits! (okay, maybe with the help of some ‘borrowed’ objects)
Traits: Geek, Kleptomaniac, Freegan
Aspiration: Master Maker
Career: Freelance Artist
Complete Master Maker aspiration
Master Fabrication and Painting skills
Leave home once Young Adult, drastically change your appearance
Steal items for money
Generation Four: Teal
You’ve loved the ocean ever since you were a child. Eventually you decide to take this dream to the next level and become a mermaid, which you find is surprisingly easy to do! You use your new swimming skills to excel at your job as a diver, and play the piano on the side.
Traits: Child of the Ocean, Loves Outdoors, Cheerful
Aspiration: Musical Genius
Career: Diver
Master Diver career and complete Musical Genius aspiration
Master Piano and Fitness skills
Live by the water (Sulani, Windenburg, Brindleton Bay)
Become a mermaid
Generation Five: Lavender
Who says performing surgery and paranoia don’t mix? Not you! You brush your fear aside and start up your own vet clinic, and if you sleep in a vaulted basement, nobody has to know.
Traits: Genius, Paranoid, Cat/Dog Lover
Aspiration: Lady/Lord of the Knits
Career: Veterinarian
Own a Vet Clinic and complete Lady/Lord of the Knits aspiration
Master Veterinarian and Knitting skills
Have 3 pets at once (including My First Pet pets)
Sleep in the basement underneath your Clinic
Generation Six: Honey
You’ve obsessed over fashion since you were young. You decide to combine your amazing taste and extreme likeableness into a job! Who wouldn’t want to hear your opinion anyway?
Traits: Self Absorbed, Cheerful, Foodie
Aspiration: Mansion Baron
Career: Style Influencer
Master Style Influencer career and complete Mansion Baron aspiration
Master Writing, Photography and Gourmet Cooking skills
Always hire a Nanny instead of daycare
Go to the spa at least twice
Generation Seven: Coral
In spite of your sheltered childhood, you decide to spend your adult life exploring the jungle! And maybe meeting someone along the way?
Traits: Childish, Art Lover, Glutton
Aspiration: Jungle Explorer
Career: None
Complete Jungle Explorer aspiration
Master Selvadoradian Culture and Juice Fizzing skills
Propose at the waterfall in Selvadorada
Try for a baby while adventuring
Make money by selling artifacts
Generation Eight: Sky
Parent by day, Secret Agent by night, you do it all! You keep your job a secret from your children. It’s for their own good.
Traits: Good, Neat, Perfectionist
Aspiration: Big Happy Family
Career: Secret Agent
Master Diamond Agent branch of the Secret Agent career and complete Big Happy Family aspiration
Master Cooking, Charisma and Logic skills
Have twins or triplets
Lie about career to your children
Generation Nine: Burgundy
You’re determined to be the best doctor around, and nothing can stand in your way! Besides, having kids is overrated anyways… Oops.
Traits: Goofball, Self-Assured, Hates Children
Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy
Career: Doctor
Master Doctor career and complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration
Complete Logic and Handiness skills
Never get higher than level 5 parenting skill
Stay late every time you go to work with your sim
Generation Ten: Lime
Growing up with a parent who didn’t like you, you decide to go into a career where you can improve the lives of young people! 
Traits: Squeamish, Romantic, Bookworm
Aspiration: Bestselling Author
Career: Education
Master Education career and complete Bestselling Author aspiration
Master Research and Debate, Charisma and Writing skills
Have a sim in your household die, then be resurrected via a Book of Life
Adopt all of your children
Alright! That’s it, I hope you enjoy. I’d like to thank myself for actually following through and writing this whole thing! 
Edits (M/D/Y): 
9/21/20 / Fixed a missing aspiration
9/22/20 / Changed generations from eleven-twenty to one-ten
11/30/20 / Fixed some messed up phrasing
@lilsimsie @alwaysimming just in case they care lol
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yuta-nakamots · 3 years
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we go up - l.mk
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Pairing - Mark x Reader
Genre - Fluff, College!AU
Warnings - one single mention of sex but no descriptions of it
Summary - Growing up was a part of life. Though you were scared of all that the future holds, you looked forward to going through it all with Mark right by your side.
Word Count - 4.2k
A/N - this was supposed to be released 4 days ago ahaha I passed all my classes so that’s really what matters. anyways, here’s this fic to celebrate Milly’s 3 years on Tumblr and 5 years for me and my blog
Written for the Moodboard Collab hosted by @bumblebeenct​​. Also part of the Neowinter Festival hosted by @czennienet.
Song: We Go Up. Color Set: #1.
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Never would you have thought that you’d be on the path to living in the real world so soon. Summers were for relaxing and having fun but you’ll never regret jumping at the opportunity to travel the world with Mark Lee instead.
Mark’s parents were executives for a travelling company that offered a variety of trips all over the world. You knew it was part of their job to visit those countries and survey the different options available and put together plans based on them but with Mark having just graduated from college and you going into your final year, it was soon to be a job shared by both of you as well.
It hasn’t been long since you first began dating him, in fact, it hadn’t been long since you first met him on your first day on campus. Both of you were moving in on the same day and crossed paths as you were lugging your two loaded suitcases in through the main entrance of the dormitory. Your family hadn’t come with you, putting their faith in you to make it to your school on your own, so you could only guess how pitiful you must’ve looked to others.
“Hey those look pretty heavy, I can help you with that if you’d like,” you looked up to find the owner of the voice and were met by a handsome boy with a smile you’d never forget, “my name is Mark, by the way.”
“Uh, y/n, nice to meet you and yeah, actually, if you could take this one it would help me so much.” You told him as you pulled up the smaller of the two suitcases.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take the larger one? I can handle it.” He looked at you with eyes full of interest, his pupils almost resembling boba thanks to the odd lighting in the hall.
You shook your head before turning to head to the elevator, “I only just met you, I wouldn’t make you do this. Besides, it’s not even that much heavier than the other one.”
“Alright, whatever you say. What floor are you on though? I can help you move in if you don’t have anyone else.” He offered kindly.
“I’m on the third floor,” you informed him, “but don’t you have somewhere to be? You couldn’t have just been sitting around in the lobby.”
You say his expression morph into one of panic before quickly relaxing, “oh, I was just on my way to the university center to pick up my keys and get my mail. Gosh, you made me think I was late to something important.” The laugh he let out was so full and loud, it felt as if it were reaching out to you.
“Are you sure you don’t have anything else you should be doing?” You question as you pressed the button for the elevator. “I’d hate to be the reason why you missed a meeting or something.”
Mark pulled out his phone as both of you waited for the elevator. “No, I’m pretty sure I don’t have anything else planned for today. I just had to move in earlier and that’s it, I don’t have any solid plans.” The doors opened and let out a few other people, who you guessed were also students, before you and Mark stepped in.
“I just met you though,” you pointed out, “how do I know that you’re not some weirdo that’s gonna try steal my stuff?”
He raised an eyebrow at you. “Really? I mean, not like in a bad way ‘really’ but I can promise you that I’m not trying to do anything bad.”
You hummed in mock sarcasm, “mmhmm, that’s what they all say.”
“If you don’t believe me I’ll give you my number if you want or like my room number, even-”
“Mark I was just joking dude.” You laughed, amused by how gullible the boy was.
“Oh…” he breathed, relief settling over him as the doors opened up to the third floor, “but can I still get your number though?”
“Beat me to my room and I’ll think about it.” You took off running in a random direction, unsure which way you were even supposed to go in.
Mark followed close behind, “wait but I don’t even know which room number to look for!”
“Maybe that’s the point!” You shout back.
continue as always, wild and free
Though he did not make it to your room before you, you still gave him your phone number to thank him for helping you with your luggage. Mark was kind enough to stay and help you unpack your things and get your room set up. He even accompanied you to get dinner from the cafeteria since it was already getting late by the time the two of you finished unloading everything.
Over the next few days before classes, you hung out with Mark and any other freshmen that you happened to run into. You found out that Mark was a business major and planned to minor in tourism industry management. As for you, your major was biology with a focus in ecology.
Mark seemed to love sharing about himself as seen from the way he eagerly told you about the company his parents worked for and how he was interested in someday becoming a part of it which was why he chose his intended path of study. You had come in the college with the intent of wanting to make a difference in the world and help tackle one of the biggest global issues, which is climate change, leading you to your chosen track.
Mark was a great listener and seemed genuinely interested in everything you had to say. If he thought anything was lame or dumb, he hid it very well because he seemed to be picking up all the information you put down. You had come in knowing that most people in large corporations didn’t think much about the environment. Either Mark was faking it to keep his new friendship with you or he genuinely held the same beliefs as you. You chose to believe it was the latter.
All throughout your first year in college together you and Mark stuck together, always preferring each others company, even within the large group of friends you managed to accumulate with him. Luckily he was only one floor above you so he wasn’t far away at all. If you ever needed anything, he really was ‘one call away’ and would come running even if it was just to catch a bug in your room.
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Freshmen year came and went, both you and Mark went back home for summer vacation and came back to campus as sophomores. You both kept in touch and regularly updated each other on things like Mark’s trip to Britain with his parents. That was the first real glimpse you had into his dreams and goals for his future. Meanwhile you just ranted to him about all the terrible customers that came in at your part-time job, though he didn’t seem to mind at all and always offered you his company.
Sophomore year was when he asked you to be his girlfriend. After the two of you had eaten dinner together as usual and were walking back to the dorms, that was when he had finally made a move. “So, uh, I know this may be kind of sudden but I actually really like you.” He told you.
You looked up at him as you continued walking next to him. “And in what way, exactly?”
“In a ‘I like you as more than just a friend’ kind of way.” He replied, looking down at the leaf-covered sidewalk.
“Well lucky for you, I might just like you in the same way.” Mark’s head shot up and his eyes met yours.
He blinked rapidly and his gaze never left yours, as if searching for the truth. “Wait, like really?”
“Yes, really.” You pulled him closer to you so he wouldn’t walk right into the tree that was coming up.
“Does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” He asked after mumbling a quick ‘thank you’.
You stopped walking and turned to face him. “If you ask properly then I don’t see why not.”
“Oh, uh,” his eyes flitted left to right before finally settling on yours, “will you be my girlfriend?”
“No.” You tried to hold your laughter in the way his eyes widened but you just couldn’t. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend you stupid! I didn’t say all of that for nothing, oh my gosh you really are so gullible.”
Mark’s mouth opened slightly before he closed it again and then burst out going “don’t do that to me for crying out loud! You don’t even know how I was actually about to cry if you said no just now.”
You grabbed his hand and quickly interlaced your fingers with his. “There, I’m sorry. Do you feel better now? Do you want me to kiss you to make you feel better?”
“Uh, yes? To both?” He spoke, still shaken from earlier.
You raised his hand to your lips, kissing that back of his hand with a smile. “Thank you for choosing me.”
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Things continued on in this way in your relationship, always keeping things lighthearted and never too serious. Thankfully both of you had past dating experience and weren’t completely clueless on how to act toward each other. One thing led to the next and you had your first kiss with him the day he was leaving to go home for winter break. “I love you, stay safe, don’t die.” You called out to him as he got into his uber.
“Got it babes, love you too.” He sent you a kiss before shutting the door which you happily caught and held to your heart.
It was during that break that the two of you told your parents about each other and things went surprisingly smooth of both ends. Mark had even informed you that his parents were interested in meeting you after he told them about your field of study. “Yeah they were so intrigued by it! They’ve been looking into more sustainable and eco-friendly options for a while now so I think this must’ve struck a chord with them.” He chattered excitedly over the phone.
“Dude, don’t make me even more nervous about meeting them-”
“Hold up, did you just call me dude?” He questioned.
“It’s not like you don’t call me dude as well.” You commented.
Mark let out a laugh on his end. “Alright, fair enough. But not to alarm you or anything, but they said that I could bring you along for one of our trips during summer if you’re down.”
“Oh my gosh, seriously?” You exclaimed.
“Yes, seriously,” he confirmed, amused at your enthusiasm, “should I tell them that you’re interested?”
“Mark is that even a question? Of course I’m interested.” Your excitement was almost bubbling over from the way everything seemed to be working in favor of you and Mark.
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The next summer, you did indeed tag along with Mark and his parents to who were more than happy to meet you and share information on their company while visiting Nevada. Mark wasn’t lying when he said that you interests ‘struck a chord’ with them. Sometimes it seemed like you were more like their child than he was with how much his parents talked with you about possible green options to inquire for. It was thanks to them that you decided to minor in tourism industry management like Mark, even though it would set you behind one year in graduation.
Going into your junior year, you were able to put together a small scrapbook of sorts with all the pictures from the trip to Nevada and gave it to Mark to celebrate your one year anniversary. “Wait, when did you even take that picture of me though?” He asked while looking at the picture of him spread out on a hotel bed like a starfish.
“You smacked me with your arm so I woke up and it was like, seven in the morning so I decided to just fool around and take pictures of you,” you explained with a smile on your face, “if you look in that bottom corner, you can see my foot because I had to stand over you but not too closely so my legs were like a triangle over you.”
Mark shook his head as he laughed at your antics before gently closing the book. “I love you, you know that right?” He placed a kiss on your cheek and sat back to adore you with his eyes practically sparkling.
“How could I not? I’d be worried that you may not know that I love you.” You told him playfully, setting the scrapbook aside and straddling his lap.
“Baby, that’s the last thing you need to worry about.” His voice fell into its lower ranges as he began kissing you in a way he never has before. It was on that night, the night of your first anniversary that the two of you made love for the first time in your shared campus apartment.
make me beautiful in the memories
When you brought Mark home for the holidays, your family was more than thrilled to meet him and you thanked whatever supreme being existed out there for blessing you with him. He got along well with your parents and even became a favorite of all the younger kids, especially when he joined them in making a snowman out in front of your house.
“Look y/n! Marky helped us start building a snowman!” Your younger sister exclaimed before running off once again to join some of your cousins.
You watched as Mark helped them roll the largest ball of snow around the yard until it was at least a third of his height. “Come join us y/n!” He called out. “You can get the rocks and sticks to make his arms and face.”
One of your younger cousins came by to join you as you sifted through the snow to find nice rocks to use. “When are you and Marky getting married?” He asked.
“Married? We’ve only been together for a year.” You told the little boy.
“Oh, hmm, well it’s never too early to start thinking.” He decided before finding a cute little stick that he deemed fit to function as a nose for the snowman.
You joined Mark in rolling the second ball of snow while the kids made the last one. “So what was that I heard about getting married?” He questioned.
Suddenly your cheeks felt warm and your eyes darted away from him and back to the mound of snow in front of you. “Uh, nothing, one of the kids just was asking if we plan on getting married.”
“He’s right, you know,” Mark spoke quietly, “it’s never too early to start thinking about it.”
“I mean, we’re still so young though.” You told him.
“That doens’t mean I don’t see myself having a future with you.” Mark commented as he picked up the ball of compacted snow.
“Gosh, you’re so chessy. What next? Names for our kids?” You joke as you watch him place the ball on top of the largest one at his knees.
He winked at you once the snowman had his torso complete. “Already on it.”
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Spring semester was spent planning for Mark’s graduation in the following year and getting the classes for your minor arranged. His parents invited you to go with them to Hawai’i which you politely declined, as you did not know much about the people and culture and did not have time to accurately research before going thanks to all the summer classes you were taking to ensure that you’d graduate on time.
You and Mark decided to live off campus for his last year in college and though it was inconvenient to have to cook your own meals and walk a little bit further to get to school, it was all worth it when you got to make the memories you did with him.
“So you just crack the egg and drop it in the pan?” He hesitated, the said egg hovering over the edge of the frying pan.
You rolled your eyes at him, “Mark, how many times do I have to tell you? You just crack it and let it fall into the pan. It’s not that hard.”
He mocked your expression after you said ‘it’s not that hard’ as he cracked the egg into the pan, yelping at the way the oil splashed up at him. You left to freshen up a bit, having been woken up by the ruckus Mark had made in the kitchen only to come back five minutes later to another bout of him yelling for help. “What now?”
“I, uhh, I think I burned the egg.” His face was tinged with shame as you came over to the stove, sliding the egg in question onto a plate before lifting its side to see that it was indeed burnt.
“I don’t know how you manage to burn an egg after I leave you for such a short amount of time.” You tell him as you pull another one out from the refrigerator. “Here, try again. You’re lucky it’s the weekend.”
“You’re not gonna let me stop until I’ve successfully cooked an egg, huh?” You shook your head to answer his question, causing Mark to let out a sigh before going to add a little more oil to the pan.
look time fly, we fly, changes come with time
Days like that were normal for the two of you, though more often than not, you chose to order food since Mark was clearly not very trustworthy in the kitchen and you weren’t all that better yourself.
Living with Mark was not always happy and fun, though. Sometimes the two of you fought and sometimes it was over the smallest things like how he didn’t put his clothes into his hamper after changing out of them or how you’d leave your belongings strewn about the apartment.
Being with him taught you that a relationship is a two-way thing. Everyone has their flaws and if you truly love someone, you’ll learn to work with them to get solve problems that arise or get around them.
Getting to live with Mark and see him everyday was certainly a lot more convenient, especially when both of you were swamped with finals and had little to no time to go out on an actual date. Falling asleep in each others arms and waking up to the sight of the other was enough for those times. In those mornings where you woke up before Mark and didn’t want to get out of bed just yet, you took the time to be thankful for the path of life you were on and how thankful you were to have met the boy in front of you.
It was moments like those that made it all worth it.
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When Mark graduated in the following spring, you sat in the crowd alongside his parents, watching him and your past classmates walk across the stage and receive their diplomas.
“Ah, he looks just the same as when he graduated from high school.” His mother commented. She even pulled up his old pictures and showed them to you, making you laugh at how cute he was back then. You could hear his voice in your head, whining about how he’s not cute but you paid it no mind.
The rush of emotion you felt when the name ‘Mark Lee’ was called and he stepped out in his cap and gown was truly something else. You stood up and cheered alongside the rest of his friends who were seated around you, the bunch of you only getting louder when his head jerked in your direction and he smiled and waved to you all.
the reason why i can be fearless is because you’re looking at me with your two eyes
“That’s going to be you next year, you know.” Mark’s father stated nodding over to where Mark was playfully chest-bumping his fellow graduates. “Okay, well not like that, but you know what I mean.”
You let out a laugh as you watched Mark stumble and nearly fall. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“Do you have any plans for summer, dear?” His mother inquired.
“I have a few classes from June through July but I believe I do not have anything for the latter half of June until school starts again in August.” You informed her.
“Would you like to come along with us to Paris then? We missed you greatly last year and felt you would have enjoyed the experience more than Mark did.” She explained as she pulled up more pictures of Mark though this time it was him in a botanically garden getting scared from all the bugs. “I’ll send this one to you.”
You thanked her with a smile on your face and graciously accepted her offer to travel with them to Paris. Mark was over the moon when he heard that you’d be going with them, especially since this was going to be the first time he’d be allowed to lead the meetings and events.
It felt like school hadn’t even finished from the way you went right back to work for your summer courses and Mark got to putting together his first few projects for the company. He was intent on showing the executives that he was a fully capable individual and was not trying to simple ride off of his parents achievements. You were proud of him for that.
By the time you all got to Paris, it felt like a much needed breath of fresh air from the constant hustle of school and work. One of the first places Mark took you to was one of the local night markets near the hotel you were staying at. You pulled out your light blue polaroid camera which Mark had gotten awfully used to within these past few years and took multiple pictures of him eating street food and walking around under the stringed lights.
i need you right here
“Oh, that fountain looks kinda cool.” He exclaimed, walking out of frame.
“Mark you can’t just do that when I’m about to take your pict-”
“Yeah yeah, you can take pictures here instead. It looks prettier.” You both paused to admire the sculpting of the stone and the way the water and the coins at the bottom of the fountain glittered under the night lights. Mark sat down at the edge of the fountain after a bit. “Here, you can take them now.”
You took a few before handing of the camera to him so he could take a few of you. “Have you ever thought that this is where we’d be after all this time?” He asked after giving the camera back to you and joining you next to the fountain. “Like, back when we were freshmen, we didn’t know where we’d be within the next few years and here we are, together, three years later.”
“I think you’re jet-lagged, babe, but yeah I see what you mean.” You agreed, falling into the rhythm of the way the water spilled over from the top tier into the lower ones and out from there into the base at the bottom. “We went from clueless freshmen to young adults breaking out into the real world.”
You watched as Mark dug around in his pocket, pulling out a single coin and enclosing it in a fist. “I wish for things to stay the same- no, for us to- wait, no, I wish for us to remain happy together while facing all the challenges that our lives have to offer us.” With that, he tossed the coin into the fountain and you both followed it as it sunk to the floor.
He pulled another coin out and offered it to you. “I wish…” you began, trailing off as you thought of what more you could possibly say, “I wish for us to stay together for as long as time allows and that we will get to watch each other grow and fulfill whatever plans that life has for us.”
As your coin hit the bottom, Mark pulled you in for a hug. “I really do love you, you know.”
“Yeah I know.” You hugged him back, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you.
“Look at me, babe.” He whispered, causing you to glance up at him. Whatever you were about to say was cut off by Mark’s lips against yours.
It felt like nothing else mattered at that moment. Nothing except your lips against his, his arms around you, your hearts and souls connecting as one.
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reonagisolos · 3 years
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A compilation of my hcs for the Filipino side of my filo/chinese hcs for the smith siblings
-Kai and nya talk a lot faster than most of everyone else, mostly influenced by their mom, but also by their dad because man. They talk fast (excluding jay cause mans talks at the speed of lightning)
- Kai n nya are the literal definition of crush ng bayan I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL
- Ray is one of those dads who go to like a late night sari sari store to drink the coco alcohol (i forgot what it's called but its a thing)
-if there was a modern day/ their parents didn't abandon them au, nya and kai for sure would go get coke in bags all the time
- Kai likes spicy vcut and nya prefers classic nova fidjfjwjjd
-they can understand most conversations in filipino but can barely do so in chinese (cause Chinese is hard asf man)
- both kai n nya know how to do basic sewing techniques for stitching stuff together (learned it from their mom but outside of that would learn from home eco classes)
- nyas favourite filo food is sinigang and kais is bicol express!! (i would do this for Chinese food but idk that much chinese foods rifhsjjr)
- I hc that ray is either from bicol or from pampanga!! again idk much about Chinese culture so please excuse me for maya
- kai says swag unironically because of his dad
//ns 15 spoilers
- when nya turns into the ocean, imma assume she's gonna be all the ocean ok
Her fit if it could even take such forms would have both a lot of chinese dragon designs interloped with traditional filo patterns!!! Sorta like the patterns frame the dragon
She'd like the Pacific ocean a lot!! It's v warm there and the oceans remind her of her homeland!! (Additionally, both cole and kai would also be very near her if ever they did smth similar to her, they'd be in the Pacific ring of fire, since there tends to be a lot of volcanic rock and active volcanoes so that's cool!!!)
Anyway—
-Nya doesn't really like dresses in canon, but I'd like to think she has a soft spot for vintage dresses in her cultures (maria clara/barot saya type dress for her filo side, and hanfu for her chinese side)
obviously there's more to their cultures than those few specific clothings, but I'm putting my soft spots for those things to her
— kai is more neutral to them
- I kinda unsure of this hc, as it changes depending on the situation, but nya (and maybe kai too idk) know how to cook at least a couple of dishes from their families!! (even if the main instructions they got was chop, sautee, done. passing on my salt from my Mom's instructions but still)
- Kai loves the cheesy n corny filipino movies and watches them all the time, nya says she hates them but has a soft spot for some
- both nya and kai can play the guitar!! they learned how to play because their dad used to be one of those boys who'd make you fall in love with them with their guitar and charm. That's how maya fell in love with him :))
-speaking of, they love opm!!! Im not sure what they're favourites would be
okay I think that's all of it
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samkat10423 · 3 years
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Wraith
Well, yesterday I was nosing around over on Youtube, when I came across one of those world tour videos for the Sims 3. This one was by Cjplays - he’s a bit of a character! - and was about a little world called Wraith, by @quailhogs​. And sad to say, I had never heard of it before. But OMG!!!! People, you need to check this world out – if for no other reason than the snarky lot descriptions and family bios. I have spent the whole day going from lot to lot, laughing my ass off. Another Simmer with my dark sense of humor!!! I think I’m in love! BTW, since we are apparently not allowed to link other sites, if you want to check this out, he is on tumblebutt @quailhogs​.
Anyway, you guys know me. I can never leave a lot as is. No, I can’t. I’ve tried, but it’s just not in me. So I tackled a few, but only took pictures of this one. It’s his gym, and you have to used an unlock code to change stuff.
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When you open this lot, only the middle section has anything in it. And only on 3 floors!!! Well, that’s just not right! I mean, I really, really hate wasted space. So….. I “fixed” it.
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On the right side of the build, I added a bunch of “broken” windows to the 2 bottom floors – courtesy of cyclonesue – and made that space tiny coffee shop, using Sandy’s eco-café set. (In the original, there were no windows on those 2 levels, and I hate, hate, hate no windows. Well, I do.) I still have more work to do on this part - mostly adding pictures and such. But since this town is the gateway to Hell, it won’t be all that pretty. 
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Then above it – in another hidden room – I made a small dance studio. I still need to age those seats and grunge up that record player.
On the left side of the build that ground floor is where he stuck his pool. But the 2 floors above it were hidden rooms. So, again, I “fixed” them.
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On the 2nd floor, I made a small dojo. With a spot where Sims can meditate - if they’re into that sort of thing.
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Then directly above it – on the same floor as the dance studio – I made a yoga studio – using Sandy’s yoga rugs from her beach set. That small “empty” space by the TV is where Sims can just work out if they want, using the TV.
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Then on the top floor – another hidden room – I turned it into an indoor track and a tiny exercise area. I thought about making it a sauna/massage area, but I already had 2 saunas down where he put his showers. So I just put the one massage table here. And viola! Done. No more wasted space!
Then I hopped over to his Laundromat and changed things a bit – using Sandy’s Laundromat set. But I still have to do something about one whole side of the build that is nothing but hidden rooms. I’ll show you that in another post, since I’m not really sure what I want to do with it.
Also, he has that Plumbob studio lot in this town, and I’m not a real big fan of it. So, I’m thinking that I need to replace it with something. Maybe a festival lot from Hell. Could dress all the NPCs up as demons. Anyway, that’s for another day.
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tflatte · 3 years
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read max brooks’ devolution the other day, which was A Thing to do right before bed. i liked it though!
it’s a horror novel in similar style to world war z, where some of it is interviews with various peoples, and most of it is the journal of one of the people living in a microcommunity designed and built by tech guys(six word horror story) to be eco-friendly and self-sustaining, except it’s on the slopes of mt rainier and when it erupts, even though they’re out of immediate danger, they’re cut off from things like drone grocery supplies and the internet they need to call for help. which might have worked out okay, except the eruption drove a troop of bigfoots from their usual home. the subtitle of the book is “a firsthand account of the rainier sasquatch massacre” so you can guess how that goes for everyone
spoilers and thoughts under the cut
i was kind of leery about it after i read the free sample off kindle, so it’s been a solid few weeks between reading that and reading the rest of the book, but eventually i decided i can finish it fast enough for a refund if it sucks. the sample was basically the intro to all the characters and, since i was interpreting it as a slasher intro, i will admit i was primed to hate everyone. you have the conflict-avoidant protagonist kate and her useless husband dan, tony the tech guy who designed the place and his “guru” wife yvette, a vegan foodie couple bobbi and vincent, a philosopher, reinhardt, a lesbian psychologist couple, carmen and effie, and their adopted daughter palomino who escaped the rohingya genocide, and mostar, an older woman who’s a sculptor working in a 3D printer. the only people i didn’t hate in the first chapter were palomino, who i was sad about presumably being in the massacre, and mostar, who people were jerks to
tony and yvette were…exactly what that description makes you think they were like. kate went all crushy over tech guy right away and wrote about guru in that annoying “ohhh she’s so BEAUTIFUL and NICE i haaaate her” way. foodie couple…eh. boring and annoying. i don’t even remember their intro. they turn out to be Those kinds of vegans that think animals are all sweet innocent harmless creatures. philosopher was pretentious. there was some hinting that carmen was emotionally abusive, but that never went anywhere? i don’t know if we’re expected to assume that the life-or-death situation improves their relationship like it does for kate and dan. also they gave their daughter a “placeholder” name so she could change it in the future if she wanted. which is fine as a concept but it felt weird that there’s never any mention that she probably had a name before? she’s mostly nonverbal throughout the book so it’s possible that she was never able to tell anyone her original name though. also the placeholder is “palomino” because of how her only possession when she was adopted was a book about horses.
anyway, i was disappointed that the free sample didn’t even mention any ~weird noises in the woods~ but once the volcano erupted things started moving faster. mostar immediately starts prepping for the long haul of being cut off and everyone is like “oh she’s ~crazy~ of course we’ll be reconnected and back to normal super soon” but she is the only person with a brain. tony is like “oh it’s fine we have water and power and heat and yes the volcano erupted but we’re fine and yes we can’t contact the outside world and the satellite radio is saying things are bad but they’re totally not don’t even worry about it” and yvette is alternately spouting bullshit crystal-healing slogans about ~connection~ and ~healing~ and playing social mind games to maintain control. like it feels as if they could’ve turned things into a cult if it wasn’t for getting cut off from supplies. they absolutely feel like people who could have manipulated their ~micro-eco-community~ into total obedience given enough time. they’re already isolated enough to make it work even before the eruption
everyone else in this story is SO FUCKING STUPID about wildlife. like carmen and effie are encouraging pal to hand-feed a random deer apples when they are cut off from getting any food from outside. a literal fucking mountain lion nearly eats pal and mostar chases it off with a homemade spear and yvette starts screaming at her about “it was just scared! how could you hurt it! you provoked it!” despite knowing it was bigfoots breaking into the compost bins, mostar tells everyone that it was a bear so they’ll actually listen but bobbi gets So Offended when she asks if anyone has bear spray and they decide to spread the compost in the fucking woods for the “bears” to eat! no brains! not one! they actually say that bears aren’t aggressive! they are when they’re fucking hungry because a fucking volcano exploded and drove all the food away! then kate and dan get bigfoot footage and prove to everyone that that’s what’s around and they’re like “no this is good most apes are herbivores! maybe they’re friendly! no we’ve never heard any of the seven million cautionary tales about not treating any wildlife, particularly apes, like harmless pets!”
if you hadn’t guessed, the most prevalent theme in this book is “nature is not nice” with a side order of “being too dependent on tech will fuck you over when that tech fails.”
mostar is the best character in the book tbh. she lived in a warzone that she never names but references a lot of things she learned there. including the sniper trick the bigfoots try. as mentioned, she is the only one to have a brain when the plot starts and drags everyone else kicking and screaming into growing one too. except tony and yvette. like a third of the way into the book they go and hole up in their house and proceed to have complete mental breakdowns, then get eaten. as you do. but they’re still terrible so it’s still satisfying. although it’s hinted that part of tony’s might be that he saw or even got chased by a bigfoot. but since he was trying to abandon everyone and save his own ass, it’s not like you work up much sympathy for him
the bigfoots are led by a scarred matriarch ruling what seems to be at least mostly her own family group, which was a touch i liked and made her being dubbed the “alpha” much more tolerable. also the fact that it’s not like kate is the kind of person who’d know more than the most mainstream nature stuff. also the bigfoots appear to be either human-level intelligent or close to it. on top of hurting one human to try to lure the others into a rescue, there’s a moment where one seems to be holding pal hostage(it doesn’t work. effie literally rips the bigfoot’s throat out with her teeth), and it’s speculated that alpha destroying kate’s garden and leaving a pile of dung in the middle might be spite. a very human motivation. kate seems pretty convinced that they’re capable of reason. so that made it a little weird towards the end when “zoo fees” are mentioned in the context of bigfoots. like i appreciated that it wasn’t going to be the standard government coverup angle. the book speculated that the government is planning to reveal the proof when the disaster relief is handled and attract a bunch of tourism based on bigfoots. admittedly primates aren’t especially one of my areas of interest but the way the bigfoots act strikes me as at least smart enough to cause a lot of debate on whether it’s ethical to keep them in captivity, even if they aren’t fully as intelligent as humans.
speaking of the lure, i think that was the most effectively scary part. besides the conceptual horror of them being smart enough to do that(and, you know, the idea of suffering through it), there’s a short but really effective passage that leads you to the slow realization of what alpha is waving at the humans and, therefore, exactly what happened to vincent. terrifying
i also really enjoyed the narrative foils of kate and alpha. maybe that’s not the right word for it but whatever that mirroring they have going on is. how alpha seems to recognize kate as the protagonist/the biggest threat/the enemy alpha. alpha destroying the garden in spite rather than taking the opportunity to kill kate after the burn. kate leading the desecration of alpha’s mate’s body to begin the real fight, alpha killing dan, kate killing alpha. it’s good.
even though she dies for it effie literally ripping juno’s throat out with her teeth to save pal is so fucking cool
i was very glad pal survived, at least potentially. i’m naturally biased in favor of the humans, but i liked the part of the ending where kate’s brother theorizes that maybe nobody’s found her and pal because they decided to hunt down the surviving bigfoots and may even still be out there, tracking the survivors to find other troops and living off bigfoot meat. fuck ‘em up.
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of kooks and pogues - ch. 1
word count: 2.5 k
pairing: slow burn jj x reader
warnings: cursing! maybe a lil bit of sad stuff? other than that we’re chillin
series summary: you and your dad have just moved to the outer banks after your mom’s death. you don’t know, really, what to make of this place.
chapter summary: the outer banks, paradise on earth. you’re ready to get away from old demons and start anew. mostly just an intro to your backstory and how you meet the pogues!
When your dad had come to you with a brochure and a suitcase, you hadn’t complained. You hadn’t even really reacted – just looked at him, then the brochure, and asked for an explanation. It felt like you already knew why he was doing this, it was something in the way he had hesitated in the doorway to your room, a moment of pause. He was unsure of how you’d feel about whatever this was. Unsure of whether or not you would be okay.
The explanation consisted of everything unsaid that had been hanging in the air for the past few weeks, the unspoken elephant in the room. Not that you’d been avoiding it, per se – you two just hadn’t been ready to talk about any of it yet. (You were sure that if your father were a little less caring, he would’ve never talked about it. Or, at least, not unless he was on his deathbed. And even then, only maybe. Feelings had never been his strong suit.) He needed some time away, he said quietly, taking his trademark place on the corner of your unmade bed. He needed to be somewhere where your mother wasn’t in everything.
It didn’t upset you to hear it – in fact, you’d been considering the same thing. 
Walking into the kitchen every morning was a chore, feeling like you were just on the edge of some hidden emotion, something threatening to break every part of you if there was a single unexpected change. The dishes piled up in the sink; you took over the chore of washing them, always expecting to hear the sound of her heels on the tiled floor, asking why you two couldn’t seem to keep the house clean. Dinner was no longer a family event; neither of you could stand sitting down at the dinner table knowing that her chair would remain empty. It was no longer a home, no longer the place where you grew up – now it was just the place you happened to have a room in.
He laid the brochure gently in front of you as you tucked your knees under your chin, wrapping your arms around your bent legs. I found a place we could go, he said. A new start. Somewhere we could live without feeling like we’re going to break every time we walk through the front door. An island off the coast of North Carolina.
“North Carolina’s a really long way from here,” you said after a moment’s silence, watching him carefully. He was a little more fragile after she’d gone, a little less strong. Before, he’d been the strongest man you’d known – a firefighter who was approaching fifty but still kicking – but now you saw him becoming more and more human. It’s what losing someone you love does to you.
He nodded. “I’m not going to force you to go.” There it was. The part of him that you knew best, the generous, loving part. He was never one to push you too far past your comfort zone. He reached across the bed to pat your knee with a smile. “You know you can tell me if you’re not ready.”
“No, no, it’s not that,” you assured him. “I’m just going to be sad to go. This is…all we have left of her.”
“I know. It’s not easy for me either, trust me.”
A pause. You took a deep breath.
“We should go.”
He raised an eyebrow. “If you’re sure, bee.”
You wrinkled your nose at the childhood nickname, smiling weakly. “I am.”
Your dad shrugged and grinned, standing up. He ruffled your hair with one hand before backing out of your room. “Alright. Get packing then, kiddo. We’re out of here in two days.” 
So there you are, two days later, sprawled on the driveway of your new home, paint on your favorite jeans, wishing you’d put more thought into packing instead of just throwing everything haphazardly into your suitcase.
“Hey, bee, everything going smoothly?” Your dad yells from inside. Thank fuck, you think to yourself. He didn’t see you just trip over an invisible object, the contents of your suitcase spilling out onto the road leading up to your house as you not-so-gloriously go face first into the dirt. A case of paint that has begun leaking ends up all over the right side of your jeans as you sit up, coughing.
“Yeah. Yup. Everything’s good. Just chilling,” you say by way of response, picking up your stuff as quickly as possible and just shoving it into the now-open suitcase, face burning. Of course you have to embarrass yourself within the first three minutes of being here. Because the universe hates you.
Your dad’s standing in the front doorway, smiling. “I see you couldn’t keep yourself from the driveway. I like it too, bee, but could you try to keep it in your pants until we’re at least moved in all the way?”
You shoot him a helpless look. “Can you come help me instead of being a smartass?”
“Good daughters don’t call their father a smartass,” he retorts.
“I was raised by you and mom,” you snort. “If you wanted me to be a good daughter, you should’ve sent me to boarding school or something. Or gotten a nanny.”
“Your mom would’ve loved that,” he laughs, then turns around and disappears inside the house.
Once you’ve picked up your things and made sure that nothing is still laying on the dirt for your neighbors to see, you head inside. You and your dad split up the rooms easily – master bedroom for him, second largest for you, and the extra room for your art – and start moving in, making the house your own. It’s not hard. You both have a love for knickknacks, photos, books, and your dad’s got a thing for action figures from when he was a teen, so the shelves fill up fast. The same happens with the walls – you set about putting the family photos up, pictures of the three of you at the beach, at the history museum, on Christmas. Your dad opts for putting art up – not art bought from some sort of art gallery, but your paintings, the ones you used to do of the flowers in your mom’s garden back home. Pretty soon it’s almost like you’ve lived here forever – almost.
Tired from the unpacking, you both take a seat on the new couch.
“So,” your dad starts. “Thought about making any friends yet?”
You laugh. “We’ve been here for five hours, and we spent that time moving in. The only thing I’m thinking about is taking a shower and sleeping for a week.”
He shrugs. “Look, I’m just saying, bee. I don’t want you to think you have to spend all of your time taking care of your old man.” He waves a hand at you when you try to interrupt. “No, no, I’m serious. At least try to have some fun.”
“Oh, wow. You’re turning into one of those parents in Disney movies.”
“Woah, woah. No. I’m tougher than any of them. And I have sense!”
You laugh, getting up from the table and kissing his forehead. “I believe you.”
“You’d better.” He grins. “Why don’t you go drive around a bit? Go into town, meet some people. Get to know – I don’t know, what do people say now? Get to know the vibe.”
“Wow. Astounding effort, really. That deserves an award.” You grab your keys off the kitchen counter. “Okay, I’ll go, then. Gonna go make some friends. Party really hard. You know me.”
“Your mother would be furious that we raised a party girl.”
“I can almost feel her spinning in her grave. I love you!” The last sentence is yelled through the front door as you bound down the wooden steps from your porch to the dirt road that leads to your house. Within seconds, you’re in the driver’s seat of your car, an old Jeep, and driving around.
The island is different than what you’d expected. There’s a beautiful side filled with massive houses and meticulous lawns, and for a minute you think about your mom – she’d have wanted to move there, with the minimalism and the haunting cleanliness of everything. The side you live on now is different, it’s run-down, old, and a little dirty. Even the people are different. You know the huge houses are filled with stereotypical American Families, Mom, Dad, Son, Daughter, and maybe even a dog named something cliché - Buddy or Spot.
After a little driving around, you find the place you know is going to become your safe haven. A little shop that’s only about a five-minute drive from the house is filled secondhand items, from t-shirts from the seventies to paintbrushes that are stained blue or purple or red. You spend nearly an hour there, filling up an eco-friendly bag (how does a thrift store afford eco-friendly bags, you wonder, but it’s only a passing thought) with as many art supplies as you can find. Checking out takes a little while because you keep accidentally distracting the cashier by talking about your new move. Eventually you manage to pay for all your items.
You leave the store with a grin, messing around with the items in your bag, trying to find the paintbrush you bought specifically because it reminded you of your mom, when suddenly you’re sent sprawling again.
Two times in one day, you think to yourself, the side of your face burning against concrete. Once again, all your stuff is out on the sidewalk, scattered around you. It feels like you’ve been slammed into by something two times your size, and sure enough, when you sit up, you notice that there’s a guy quickly getting up next to you.
He’s got a little less than shoulder-length blond hair, and a cut on his bottom lip, split apart by what you can only assume was him barreling into you full-speed. Is that really what happened, you don’t know, and right now you don’t care, because dear god, he’s not bad looking. Not at all. He’s actually quite good looking, and the grin he’s giving you as he gets up and offers you a hand is making your knees weak. 
You take his hand and stand up. As you regain your balance, you notice there are four people talking to you, all of them at the same time. Two are guys – one has that messy, just-woke-up look, and the other looks like what you imagine being stress would look like if it were a person. They’re with two girls, both of whom are so pretty that at first you’re not sure they’re actually real.
“I am so sorry, are you okay?” One asks, dropping down to help pick up your stuff. The other shoots an exasperated look at the guy that made you fall.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assure her, taking your things from her hands and putting them in your bag. “Just didn’t expect my face to meet the sidewalk today.”
Everyone smiles at that. She looks you up and down. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you on vacation?”
“No, I just moved here,” you answer, sticking out your hand. “Y/N L/N.”
She shakes it reluctantly, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t really think anyone moved here anymore,” she laughs. “Sarah Cameron.”
Everyone else takes turn introducing themselves. The messy one is John B. – he and Sarah are a thing, you can tell immediately. The stress-personified one is Pope, and the pretty girl who looks exasperated is Kiara. The last to introduce himself is the one who accidentally hit you, and he grins and extends his hand to you.
“I’m JJ. Sorry for, uh, that whole thing.” He’s a little out of breath from the whole debacle, but his smile tells you he could do this all day.
“It’s fine, I should’ve seen it coming, really. Second time it’s happened today,” you shrug, shaking his hand.
Before JJ can respond, one of his friends – Kiara, Kiara, Kiara, you repeat in your head – swats his shoulder playfully. “Yeah, sorry, he doesn’t really pay attention to where he’s going.” Pope, John B., and Sarah all nod, grinning, like this is a universal truth.
“I think you got some paint on your jeans when you fell,” John B. points out, looking at the big splatter of yellow paint on your right pant leg.
“Oh, no,” you laugh. “No, that’s from earlier today. Everything in my suitcase fell out, and some of the paint went everywhere.”
“You’re a painter?” Pope asks.
“Um, not professionally, really.” You can feel your face turning pink. “I just do it as a hobby.”
“Hey, maybe John B. should hire you,” JJ suggests. “The Chateau could really use a touch-up.” John B. socks him in the shoulder.
The group is all really friendly – they’re the first people you’ve met, and you’re already attached to them. Surprise, surprise, Dad, you think. I might’ve actually found some friends. You exchange numbers and Snapchat users with everyone, and within minutes you have a message from every one of them. 
Your phone dings while Sarah is asking where on the island you’re moved in. “Sorry, hold on, it’s my dad.”
Hey bee, grab some popcorn for tonight? Got TG all loaded up.
TG – The Godfather. It’s your comfort movie – on the nights when you were having a hard time, Dad would put in on while you made popcorn, and you’d lose yourself in the world of Italian crime families for a little while. Of course he’d put it on the first night you’re moved in. He’s trying to help, trying to retain some sense of normalcy. Well, okay. Sounds good.
okay! You text back. “Um, I’ve gotta go. It was really nice to meet you guys.”
Everyone nods, and there’s a whole goodbye thing – Sarah hugs you, Kie does the same, John B. and Pope say it was nice to meet you, you should definitely come hang out with the group sometime, and JJ grins and apologizes again for hitting you and causing you to fall.
“Seriously, it’s fine,” you insist. “It was really nice meeting you guys!”
“Yeah, you too.” JJ nods, turns around – and then does another 180. “And hey, if you’re not doing anything tomorrow night…We’re having a kegger at the Boneyard. You should come.”
You’re not really a party person – the chaos of fifty drunk teenagers crammed together in close quarters is really overwhelming, you’ve discovered. Not to mention the fact that you almost always end up left behind, taking shelter from the noise and distraction in a bathroom or an empty bedroom (although usually bathrooms work better, bedrooms tend to be…occupied). At the end of the night you’re the one who laughs along but has nothing to add to the conversation, dropping your friends off at their homes and promptly getting to your own house as quickly as possible. The sooner you can get into your comfy clothes, fall asleep, and forget that night ever happened, the better.
But this is a new place, these are new people, and if you tell your dad that you turned down an invitation to a party, he might actually kill you.
So you tell JJ to send you the information.
The Outer Banks, you think to yourself on the way to your new home. Paradise on Earth.
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It Belongs in a Museum
CHAPTER 3
A/N: Okay. Lots sexy times for this one. A sex scene that was slightly inspired from... a certain... scene.. from Narcos. If you’ve seen it, you’ll know. (sex, blowjob, fingering, light choking). The scene in the lake was inspired from a movie called 6 Days, 7 nights. Um. That’s about it. 
Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased​
Pedro tag: @fioccodineveautunnale​ (another person requested to be tagged in pedro stuff, via the form but i cant find you? i know its m-1234 starts it but i think a number may have been left off? let me know)
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A full week has passed since their new protectors had joined them. Vixen, Ezekiel, and Reina had spent the majority of the week creating a new path to the other side of the temple. They also set up lights and were in the process of documenting as much as they could. Vixen, who had plans to go to the nearby town to try and develop photos, wanted to bathe first.
She made her way to a nearby lake, with her eco-friendly soaps and shampoo/conditioner, and change of clothes. She had attempted to ditch Veracruz while he was barking orders, but he apparently caught on quickly.
“You don’t take your security very seriously, do you?” Veracruz asked behind her, quickly catching up to her.
Vixen rolled her eyes at that. “No. I just wanted privacy. Like most people do when they want to bathe.”
“Yes. Do you also want to be attacked again, all by yourself, against a group of men who would also probably try to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state?” He mocked.
Vixen sighed, annoyed, continuing to the lake. They arrived at the lake, and she quietly set her stuff down onto a flat boulder. She began to take off her clothes, reveling the bikini top and swim shorts she had on underneath. She took a few steps hesitantly, expecting it to be cold, but was pleasantly surprised by the warmth.
She sighed happily as she waded into the deeper waters. She dunked underneath, scrubbing her hair in the water, making sure it got wet throughout.
As she came back up, she noticed Veracruz had taken a seat on another boulder and was watching her with mild amusement.
She raised an eyebrow and began to ask him what was so amusing when she stopped suddenly. Something…. Had just crawled into her shorts.
“Veracruz… ummm… can you… can you help me? Please?” She asked horrified.
“Oh, now you want my help?” Veracruz asked teasing.
“Be serious, V. I think… a snake… is in my shorts… please, get off your ass… and help me,” She said through gritted teeth.
He coughed trying to cover up a laugh as he stripped down to his boxers and joined her in the water.
“I mean… I could… try and grab it...” She muttered worriedly.
“Hmm. Wouldn’t do that… might be poisonous,” He countered in a tone that suggested he was enjoying this far too much.
“Well. What do I do?” She asked growing annoyed.
Veracruz moved closer to her and said, “I’ll get it and kill it.”
He gently slipped his hand down her shorts, a smile tugging at his lips.
“I better not see you smiling,” She warned, her eyes narrowing at him.
“Never,” He replied, failing to conceal his smile.
She felt his hand brushing her thighs and hips, purposely missing the very obvious creature that was wrapping itself around her leg.
When he finally lifted his hand, he presented a small snake, of which he snapped its neck and threw its corpse to shore.
Vixen shuddered slightly, “Gross. Now I see why the professor hates them.”
She looked up at Veracruz who eyes had darkened. He hooked a finger into her shorts and pulled her forward. The sudden movement caused her to stumble into his chest, her hands splaying out onto his pecs.
She returned her gaze back up to his, just as his hands reached down, grabbing her ass firmly, and lifting her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, as her arms encircled his neck. His lips find hers swiftly, dragging them into a deep kiss. One of his hands slid up and under her top, taking her breast into his hand, flickering over the nipple teasingly.
The sensation made her gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Their mouths battled each other for a moment before she pulled away trying to catch her breath. She bit her lip as she looked at him, motioning with her head over to the shore. He took the cue and carried her back to land.
As he laid her down on the ground, his hands made quick work of the top strings of her bikini and her shorts. He hovered over her, pressing kisses to her neck and chest, biting here and there. His tongue lavished over her nipples, before drawing them into his mouth to suck on them. When he pulled away, he allowed his teeth to drag across them.
Her moans were soft for the most part, but when he moved further down between her legs, gently blowing on her cunt, she groaned loudly.
“Now, now, princess. You have to remember to be quiet. Don’t want anyone… interrupting us and seeing do we?” He teased pressing a kiss to her thigh. “Unless… you want us to get caught? Does that excite you? The possibility of getting caught?”
Vixen shook her head no, biting her lip.
Veracruz dragged a finger up and down her slit, commenting, “I think you’re lying. Look at how wet you are?”
He showed off his finger, as it glistened.
“I was also just in a lake. What makes you think that’s from you?” She challenged, raising an eyebrow at him.
His eyes narrowed as his smirk grew. He lowered his hand back down dragged the finger up and down once more, before plunging it deep within her. His finger was soon joined by two others while his thumb brushed against her clit several times. Her hips began to wiggle and thrust to his movements, wanting more, but Veracruz was having none of that. His other hand came forward and stopped her movements, with a firm push.
His fingers moved swiftly, finding a spot that made her see stars as she came. She had to slap her hand over mouth to muffle the small scream that threaten to break out.
He pulled his hand from her, showing her them, “I’m pretty sure that’s not from the lake, sweetness.”
She rolled her eyes, before sitting up, and grasping his face and kissing him. As they kissed, she slipped her hands into his boxers, running it up and down his length. She gently tugs at his boxers, wanting them off. He shoves this down haphazardly, not wanting to break the kiss.
She positioned herself into his lap, slowly lifting herself before easing down onto him. The both of them moaned softly as she took him. Once she was fully seated, she gently grinded against him, before lifting her hips up and down. Her pace started slow, but picked up speed, that was assisted by Veracruz; his hands holding her in a bruising grip.
He thrusted up several times, which just added to the intensity of it all. He suddenly stops her and pulls out. She looked at him confused for a moment. He moved her on to her hands and knees, re-entering her from behind. The new angle threw her for a loop. The thrusts felt deeper and it felt amazing to feel him drag along her folds.
One of his hands, curled around to her front, and lightly grasped her throat. She could feel his grip tighten and ease randomly, the movement adding a taste of danger. He pulled her off her hands, his grip still around her throat, while his other began to play with her clit.
Her hands reached back for him, one around his neck to bury into his hair, and the other grasped the arm that was holding her throat.
His movements quickly led to her orgasming again, his following a moment later. When his thrusts came to a stop, he held her to him for a moment, kissing up and down her neck, praising her.
“You did so well, my dear. Good girl,” He whispered into her ear.
He slowly pulled out and she fell forward a bit, trying to catch her breath. It took a few minutes, before her legs would cooperate and let her stand back up. Veracruz had already redressed by that time and was staring at her with a proud smirk.
She quietly cleaned up, and washed herself off, like she originally had planned, this time not caring to be au natural in front of him. Got dressed in her clean clothes, and they began to make their trek back to camp, to drop off her things, and grab all of the film and SD cards from the digital cameras. Once she had gathered all that she needed, her and Veracruz made their way back down to where his team had parked their jeeps.
They jumped into one of them and began making their way back to civilization. The drive to the nearby town took 2 hours. Developing all of the photos took another 2 hours, by the time she had printed off the last of the photos, and paid for them, it had begun to rain.
They raced to the safety of the jeep and sat inside it for waiting for the rain to pass. While they waited, they talked.
“So, how long will you be staying in Colombia?” He asked somewhat boredly.
“3 months. We have 3 other countries to explore, before heading back to the states. Why? You going to miss me?’ She teased with a smile.
“Hmm. No. Not at all. Just wondering how long I’ll have you to myself,” He replied with a roll of his eyes.
She didn’t quite believe him but didn’t push the subject.
“Were you born and raised in Colombia?” She asked curiously.
“Si,” He answered simply.
“Have you ever been anywhere else? Or is this there a place you’ve traveled to that you really liked or want to go see?” She questioned, resting on her side against her seat.
“Yes. I’ve traveled to several countries and while many of them were beautiful, none were Colombia,” He said in a tone that was surprisingly soft.
“I’m actual kind of sad that I only get to be here for a few months, before traveling elsewhere,” Vixen admitted with a sigh.
She turned her gaze to stare out the windows and watch the rainfall. As she did so, she missed the way Veracruz eyed her up and down curiously.
He cleared his throat, trying to shake away the thoughts that had creeped into his mind.
“It appears we may be stuck here for a while. We may as well go get a hotel and some food,” Veracruz noted, starting the jeep.
They drove down a block or so and stopped at a small motel. Veracruz jumped out to go get a room for the night. He came back with a key that had the number 8 on it, and he moved the jeep closer to said room. The two of them unloaded what few things were in the jeep, into the room for safekeeping.
The room was small and dimly lit, and there was only one bed. A bed that honestly looked like it had seen better days. There was a small table and 2 chairs, and one couch. They set their stuff near the couch and turned on the main light that was obnoxiously bright.
With the extra light, they could see that the room appeared clean, but Veracruz was not taking chances with the bed. Veracruz pulled out some spare sheets from the linen closet and threw them over the entire bed to cover it. He then unrolled a blanket they brought inside and threw it on top of that, finishing it off with a sleeping bag unrolled and acting as a pillow.
Vixen stared at him with mild amusement as she watched this entire process. He looked up at her and just muttered, “Trust me, you don’t want to be under these covers, or touching them.”
She mouthed an okay with a silent snicker.
He grabbed the keys, telling her, “I’m going to get food, don’t open this door unless it’s me, got it?”
Vixen nodded her head, locking the door behind him.
She grabbed the stack of photos she had printed and began trying to decipher what the runes, and inscriptions were describing. From her understanding, it was a center of worship for a deity. A deity that appeared to be either a sun god or one for agriculture. She noticed sun motifs and depictions of farming/fruit. She would have to have Professor Jones look it over to be sure.
She was so focused on her work, she didn’t notice the time pass by, and jumped when she heard a knock at the door.
She got up and looked through the peephole to check who was there. She spotted Veracruz standing there and opened the door for him.
“Next time ask me to identify myself. Don’t look out a peephole. That’s how you get killed,” Veracruz tells her gruffly as he moved past her with a bag of food.
“Okay...” She said slowly following him over to the dingy table, hungry.
“It’s just a couple of empanadas, most places have closed because of the rain. I radioed my men to let them know we would be in by morning,” Veracruz informed her handing her a few wrapped in aluminum.
She took them, and some napkins, and went back to her spot on the bed. She set them down to cool for a moment while she looked over some more photos. She at some point very slowly, unwrapped them with one hand, and took small bites, trying not to make a mess.
By the time she had finished one, Veracruz had devoured both of his and was quietly observing her from afar. He found it strangely attractive watching her work. Her face would crinkle as she tried to identify a symbol, before marking it down in her small notebook between bites.
By the time she finished eating, night had fallen, and the rain was coming down harder. There was no heater in the room, so the chill was intense. She found herself a stopping point in her photos, to clean up her mess. She took off her shoes, and her pants, before undoing her bra from under her shirt. She set her clothes on one of the bags, not trusting to leave it on the furniture.
Veracruz was already in just his boxers, relaxing on the bed, watching her with a smirk.
“Don’t get too excited. We are just sleeping,” She said rolling her eyes, as she slipped under the blanket.
“Why... whatever do you mean, Vixen?” He mockingly asked, his smirk growing.
He reached over and turned off the light, and they awkwardly laid there for a moment. She shivered and tried to huddle further into the blanket to fight off the slight chill. She hears Veracruz sigh and move around.
He was suddenly close to her, pulling her into his arms.
“Neither of us are going to sleep if you keep shivering,” He lightly complained.
She blinked in the darkness of the room, biting her lip to stop the smile on her face. She simply made herself comfortable and settled into his arms, feeling warmer within seconds.  
She fell asleep in minutes. Veracruz took a bit longer to fall asleep, for he was mentally berating himself for suggesting this. He was being ridiculous. He could feel himself starting to care for her. He knew that he should reassign someone to guard her, but he couldn’t do that. The thought of anyone else getting close to her made his jaw tense, and fists clench.
She was his.
With that thought, he fell asleep.
The next morning, Vixen woke up comfortably warm and vaguely aware that her pillow was moving. She opened her eyes and sees that she’s lying on Veracruz’s chest. He was still asleep. She took a moment to quietly admire him. He was painfully handsome and seeing him relaxed made it even more apparent.
She languidly sat up, taking a moment to stretch her arms and back. Her movements woke Veracruz, who quietly admired her. He ran his hand up her back, a shiver going through her at the tickling situation. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.
“Good morning,” She greeted with a small smile.
“Indeed… but I feel like it could be better,” He teased reaching up to pull her back down.
He rolls slightly onto his side, running his hand up and down her sides. She raised an eyebrow at him, noticing his hand move lower and lower.
“We have to get back to the others. We don’t have time for this,” She whispered.
“Hm. We have time for me to do just one thing…” He smirked, his hand slipping into her underwear.
She went to protest, but the only sound that came out was a moan as he dipped a finger into her, his thumb brushing over her clit.
She bit her lip, cleared her throat. Tried to regain some sense of composure.
“V. We… we have to be back on the… r-road. Soon,” She tried to speak, but struggled as he played her like a fiddle.
His response was simply to pepper her neck in kisses and bites and move his fingers faster. It didn’t take him long, but soon her vision went white, as her back arched up.
She took a couple of deep breaths as she came down from her high. Veracruz slowly withdrew his hand from her underwear. He got up and went to the bathroom for a few minutes.
She gets up, once her body had calmed down and grabbed her clothes, tossing them on before going into the bathroom once Veracruz stepped out. She cleaned herself up, and they moved their stuff into the jeep. They were back on the road in minutes. Vixen spotted a local vendor selling arepas and she had Veracruz stop. She ordered a dozen or so for the team as a treat.
She knew that they might be a smidge cold by the time they got back to camp but she knew they would appreciate the food. She ate hers while they drove up. Veracruz shook his head at her as she very messily ate it.
He chuckled as some of the filling dropped onto her chest.
“Shut up,” She mumbled her mouth full, as she scooped the food up and stuffed it into her mouth.
It didn’t take long for them to return to the camp. As he parked, she looked over at him.
“I uh. Never got repay you for this morning,” She mentioned looking him over.
“Don’t need to. I enjoyed watching you come undone with just my hand,” He told her looking over at her.
She smiled secretively and reached over to run her hand over the growing bulge in his pants.
She gently undid his pants, slipping her hand in to run it over his length before pulling it out. As she ran her hand over it, she repositioned herself in her seat. She slowly lowered her mouth to the tip, her tongue lightly lavishing it.
She could hear him groan as she began to take him into her mouth.
She pulled back to mockingly admonished him, “Now, now princess. Mind your volume. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you?”
Veracruz opened his mouth to say something back but before he could, she took him back into her mouth. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could handle; her hands taking care of the rest of him. She bobbed her head up and down, at a set pace. She loved hearing the noises that were coming from him.
She continued until he came, swallowing as much as she could. Some lightly spilled out, and she wiped it from her face as she sat back up. He cleared his throat and tucked himself back in. He turned to her, reaching into the center console pulling out some wet wipes for her.
She ripped one open and used it to clean herself up. Once that was done, Veracruz pulled her into a kiss.
He bit her lip as he pulled away, muttering to her, “Don’t ever call me princess again. Or I’ll put you over my knee.”
“Promises, promises,” She teased him, getting her stuff and stepping out.
When they got back up to the camp, she pulled out the food and photos for her team. They all began to eat and check over her work and give their opinions. As they talked, Professor Jones asked to speak to Veracruz for a moment.
“Comandante. I just wanted to state I appreciate the work you and your men are doing for us,” Indiana began.
“But…” Veracruz provided sensing it.
“But I would appreciate it if you kept your eyes and hands to yourself. Vixen is one of my best students, I will not tolerate anyone using her to their advantage. She may a grown adult, and she can make her own choices. But I will not tolerate you using her,” Indiana informed him.
“What happens between the 2 of us is none of your business, professor. As you said, she’s an adult. It’s all consensual, if that’s what you’re worried about?” Veracruz replied back, trying to control his anger.
“No. What I’m worried is in about 3 months’ time, we will be leaving here. Moving onto the next dig site, not in Colombia. Knowing her, she will be conflicted in leaving here, you. She will continue on with us, but I know she’ll think about the what ifs. Do not get her hopes up where there is none to be had,” Indiana warned him before walking away.
Veracruz glared at his back as he rejoined Vixen and the other students. He went to check on things with his men, to distract himself.
Vixen caught the professor up on what she had discovered. Once they were caught up, they began to discuss their next steps involving the site. There were still several hallways left to discover and go through. They decided they were going to split them up between the 4 of them and work through each path.
Later that day, it was just Vixen and Reina talking strategy on how to get better pictures on some of the inscriptions they found.
Reina stopped midway through a sentence and said, “I’m sorry. But. I’m slightly bored. Do you mind if we gossip for a few minutes?”
“Always,” Vixen said taking a seat in one of the camping chairs.
Reina joined her, sitting next to her.
“So… what’s the deal with you and the Comandante?” She asked trying to hide her smile.
“Whatever do you mean?” Vixen replied looking away.
“Uh huh. Lies. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Like you’re a 5-course meal, and he’s starving,” Reina whispered to her.
Vixen choked out a laugh. When she controlled herself, she tells Reina about what happened their first night there.
“Damn girl. You move fast. Explains why, he wanted to be your personal bodyguard. Wanted to be as close to you as possible,” Reina joked with a laugh.
“What about you and Tadeo? I’ve seen you do your hair twirl thing when you talk to him?” Vixen asked, redirecting the attention.
“I don’t know. He’s very handsome, but I don’t know if he’s interested in girls? He hasn’t reacted much to my flirting… like at all,” Reina tells her, her tone sad.
“Or he could be oblivious to when a girl is flirting with him?” Vixen offered trying to be comforting.
“But also, there’s like 15 other men you can shoot your shot with. If it doesn’t work with him, I am sure there is someone else who will gladly… stare at you like “you’re a 5-course meal,” as you say,” Vixen mentioned, waving her hand to the group of men that was standing 30 ft from them.
Reina chuckled at her.
They spent a few more minutes talking about girly stuff, not noticing Professor Jones and Ezekiel were walking up to them.
“Hm. Makeup and boys. Doesn’t sound quite educational does it, Ezekiel?” Professor Jones ribbed as they joined them.
“It can be educational. So, are we going to start our work tomorrow?” Reina asked, straightening up in her chair.
“Yes. Four hallways. Four paths. Slow and steady. All of you. I don’t want any more injuries,” Professor Jones firmly stated.
They all nodded their heads. They spent the rest of the evening planning out their safety strategies and what equipment to take with them.
It was a somewhat tedious process, but it was necessary for them to complete so everyone was on the same page.
None of them knew just how valuable these procedures were going to be come morning.
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ECO LIVING LIFESTYLE - CAS REVIEW ♻️
This pack is going to be a little bit different, review wise. We normally get access on patch day, which was delayed. Errors on the back end delayed things even further today. My internet was out when I got home from work... You get the idea. Basically the perfect storm. I’ve personally had the pack for about two hours and all of that has been spent taking pictures and writing!
tldr; please bear with me, as this isn’t quite as in depth as normal. 💕
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I was provided with an early access copy of Eco Lifestyle to review via the EA Game Changers program!
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This is stupid, I know. But I unironically love these dumb paper bag hats. Will I ever use them? Nope. Am I placing them first and giving an honorable mention? You bet I am.
I think they have purpose in gameplay, but I still haven’t played yet. 😂
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Unsurprisingly, I love about 90% of the new content for YA+ females. There’s a lot of choices, and most of them are damn good. The few things I’m not crazy about are definitely still usable, I just don’t see myself using them often. Not all of my sims can rock a fishnet crop top with a distressed jacket.
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On the flip side, I hate 90% of the male content. Seriously, the only things I like are in this picture, the preview picture, and a pair of overalls I didn’t include. 
It’s all pretty stylized in the weirdest ways. Some of the stuff doesn’t feel like it matches the overall aesthetic of the pack - it would’ve belonged more in a pack like Outdoor Retreat.
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I was really hoping for a nice pairs of jeans or anything wearable, frankly. Instead, there’s a lot of buttons (like what ???), sweat pants with a frill at the bottom, and far too many pockets overall.
Not only are there just less choices for males in general, but the choices we do get aren’t all that great imo.
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I was so pleasantly surprised to see some stuff for the kiddos! Both genders get a handful of really basic & wearable pieces. Even more of a bonus, they’re all cute and well made!
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Aaaaaand onto what I don’t like. Not only do toddlers not get converted hairs (rip my tots running around in space buns), but there’s also this really unfortunate neck situation going on. What is this? How does QA not notice their toddlers having flesh collars? 
On a happier note, tots get two pairs of pants, two tops, and two outfits I forgot to take screenshots of. 🙃
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I still have really mixed feelings on piercings in this game. I hate how the rings stretch, and the new septums are no exception. I don’t know how I would implement them better, but I feel like there has to be a way.
Eyebrow piercings still appear to adhere to the skull and not the skin, so that’s a fun mention. 
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Overall, I really like the CAS assets in this pack! However, I do think it’s worth mentioning that I find the options for men in this one incredibly lacking. 
Like I was worried about in my Tiny Living review, the age conversions aren’t a consistent guarantee. I was super bummed to see toddlers weren’t given any conversions, and children only got a few. There are definitely some hairstyles that aren’t suited for all ages, but I feel like we could’ve gotten a few more.
Thanks for sticking with me on a quick and dirty review, y’all~ ❤️ I appreciate it!
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fmdjoosungarchive · 3 years
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restructuring task 1
+5 tracker points
1. assuming your muse has changed in some way, be it internally or as a result of a change of the external factors around them, how is your muse different? these can be as small as an opinion on a song they hadn’t released previously or as big as a major change in their background.
wc: 365
idk if i’ve said this on dash yet, but i’m treating new famed more or less like an au. in sung’s au, the defining change is that he was let go from gold star when he had his injury as a trainee. it was always my headcanon that they truly were close to cutting him loose anyway, so this is just the other side of that. he had his injury, got plastic surgery to try to appease them into keeping him, and they still let him go. when he went home his parents said alright u tried that now join the fam business n sung freaked bc he realized he doesnt want that for himself so he went to do smth he also hated, and joined the military. while there he still worked on his dance and vocals whenever he had a moment to do so, so that when he was discharged and started auditioning again, he wasn’t so rusty
he is a year younger in this world, just bc of quantum’s age range, not for any other reason. makes him a little less of a cradle robber in his relationship lol which, another change is that daisuke wouldn’t have been his first kiss, just first everything else
quantum is very different from old element and new element, but it’s very in line with what i liked about quicksilver (& has models from that) and he’s a leader! this is an idea ive toyed with a lot over the last three years tbh. at first i didn’t think sung suited a leader position, but he came to show me he’s just a different kind of leader. i liken him to jinki often in this regard. rather than lassoing members in, he supports them being however they are, and takes an intimate/emotional path to gaining their trust and leading them. and while he wasn’t suited for the full business life, what he learned from his father’s teachings helps him in dealing with the company as the group’s representative there (& he loves a good powerpoint presentation)
other timeline stuff for big events in his life are likely to shift but i’m not sure on specifics yet
2. what does your muse think of their company and their group?
wc: 260
as the child of a businessman, he’s never under the illusion that as a company entity, their first priority is their wellbeing. he knows that they are products, and that they’re treated as such. it’s a bit heavier with dimensions than gold star, since gold star makes a more active effort to pretend they care. however, once having accepted that, sung thinks himself and dimensions work well together. he does feel that for a company, they allow himself and his members to be a part of the creative process, as says their motto. he feels much more encouraged to write songs and choreograph under dimensions than he did under gold star, where it felt like he was constantly on his knees begging for the company to take him seriously
as for quantum, sung really loves what they’re about. he’s not a big fan of all (or most) of their songs, though he’s more loving towards a song written by another member even if it’s the same sound he dislikes, but he absolutely loves being focused on performance and concepts. his creative mind works very much on the basis of story and emotion that comes with it, and he feels like quantum’s concepts sometimes to often lean into his tastes. he’s always been a dancer first and foremost (god am i so glad to have his main dancer title back i MISSED u) so focusing on performance is v much up his alley, and his preferred style of dance is through storytelling. he feels the heart of dance is in that
3. is your muse on their first contract or their second? if they’ve renewed, what were their feelings around that at the time and what were their hopes for their second contract? if they haven’t renewed, what are their current thoughts on the end of their eventual first contract?
wc: 281
quantum’s on their first contract still, up for renewal in 2024. at the current moment, he would like to re-sign. however, unlike my others, his re-signing depends more heavily on the other members. if they were unhappy and wanted to leave, sung would want to follow suit, not because he can’t make his own decisions, but because if the reason the members want to leave is because of the company, not quantum, he’d want to try to help quantum continue to live. if that means all of the members leaving in order to rebrand under another company, so be it. he’d like to avoid lineup changes however he can, and ideally would like to be an idol for as long as possible
he himself feels alright about his treatment. he feels creatively stimulated, and appreciated for talents further than his face. if he were to try to negotiate different terms at their contract renewal, part of it would likely be wanting to give members a higher share of profits, especially on releases they’re creatively involved in. sung personally has no use for excessive money, but not all of his members have his background, and he feels more than just the money, it’s what’s fair. he’d also prefer to allow for more creative freedom. as a 7/8 year group by then, he’d think they should be allowed to take the reigns more heavily. and on his personal side of things, he would want dimensions to be more mindful of his schedule. sung enjoys working, but he’s only one person, who doesn’t want to be overworked. these are all just his current thoughts, though, and will probably change before contract renewal comes up
4. what are your muse’s goals and motivations?
wc: 294
his motivations to be ‘successful’ and/or achieve his goals are his family, namely being someone his nephew and niece can be proud of, and someone his parents can feel was worth letting go of. he feels closer to the latter than he did in old famed. his members motivate him to be a good leader, his desire to grow as a creator motivates him to write and choreograph
specific goals could be bigger like his desire for more public recognition. while quantum has a lot more recognition both in korea and abroad than element or quicksilver, sung wants the best for his group. he’d be happy if they stayed where they are with their loyal fandom, but he still aims for more
sung also wants to get better at standing up for himself. he’s best at standing up for others, because he can slap on a bit of bravado in order to help them out, but when it comes to himself, especially with his parents, he’s pretty awful at it
he’d also like to create more for quantum, and others. i/he have a goal for him to write a whole album for someone, so if anyone reads this far and could want sung writing for their muse, hit me up!
he’d like to get married and have children one day. that’s always been a dream of his, and while he knows his career doesn’t allow for that soon, it’s still on his docket
he wants to spend more time with his family, especially his nephew and niece. they’re so new to the world and learning everything, and sung wants to be a part of that. he doesnt want his part in their early lives to be ‘i don’t really remember seeing him back then’
5. what is one conflict, internal or external, that your muse is currently dealing with, has recently dealt with, or will need to deal with in the future?
wc: 291
at some point, this bitch is gonna have to admit he’s a homiesexual. in his previous version, it was a lot easier for him to ‘i pretend i do not see it’ when it came to that. sung’s very ignorant when it comes to the queer community in korea, so he’s not even really aware of terms beyond gay, maybe trans. but, terms aside, he always thought he was someone who liked women, and daisuke and a couple of others were just outliers. they were the Special ones outside of his jurisdiction that were just too good for him to not notice. aka he believed he was bi. and now, he still does, but i have less faith he’ll be able to hold that up until he dies like i did before, because he’s actually dated at least one woman before in this world. considering the plot has yet to be picked up, i don’t know the specifics, but i do think it’s harder to run away from when the way he treated a relationship with a woman and a relationship with a man were lightyears away from one another. it’s still possible for him to run away from the truth of the situation, but it’s also very possible that one day, his thoughts on it will shake, and everything will click into place (messily,, probably the messiest clicking ever) it would be a difficult thing for him to come to terms with, though i think it’s better for him in the longterm to truly know who he is, and why he acts the way he does, why he feels the way he does about women vs men. it’s also nice just to not live a lie, even if only privately
6. if your muse has established career claims, what are their thoughts on their career so far? if they do not, how do they feel about not having individual activities yet? what would they like to do in the future, if anything? if they don’t have ambitions for individual activities, explain why.
wc: 523
sung has a pretty filled history of individual activities. most are points claims with a focus on modelling, his radio, and music, though he’s dipped into pretty much ever facet of idoldom, some with more success than others. his ecp expenditures flesh that out a little more, and add a bit more realism, and/or make sense of the group changes. he had a one year modelling contract with the north face, and while official claims aren’t possible, i was inspired by a couple of things rowoon did with them. there was more of a push on an eco-friendly side of things, and there was a bit of dancing. playing into his group position with dancing i feel is fitting, but the eco friendly part i also feel could round out his image more as a good, kind boy who also can be sexy, whereas before, his earlier modelling claims focused a lot more on the sexy aspect, because it fit element and his trajectory there better. here, it makes him more dual sided from the beginning. north face is also just a nice, strong brand that i think is fitting for a pretty boi. i set it a bit after a year out from debut because i feel like that’s the most realistic, especially for a group like quantum that grew audience with each comeback
part of that first year being focusing only on the group ties into his creative claims as well! his first creative claim was with the bside love, lalala on the eternity ep. the nicest part of creative claims being unattached to positions is that all of sung’s claims are the songs in the discography most Him. so love lalala is very jazzy and smooth, and would have served as his first introduction to songwriting, as well as what made him interested in songwriting. then he was a choreographer on error, which is heavily story based, and about the members being a unit, and making beautiful pictures together. i hope to snag intro long journey and outro long journey from the beginning and end of the ateez sector, because they’re beautiful compositions that fit sung’s style, but also having him on both makes him feel like he’s a part of the concept’s creation in an intimate way, which fits with dms. then there’s aurora, which sung partially composed and partially choreographed. the choreography has contemporary flair to it, and the song is a flowing sound that matches that. then there’s partial production on sunrise, which i just love the robotic ass experimental production there, and comp for with u, which i believe ties back into sung’s rediscovering his love of piano. choreo for valkyrie is most similar to error in it’s pretty pictures way, and also has a bit of complex footwork, especially as its point dance, which is also p sung to want to include. and finally, some comp on stand by, which is like a mix of the appeal of aurora and with u methinks? listening to all of his written songs together i feel like really makes a picture of sung’s songwriting so i love that
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