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Struggling with Setting and Plot

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enzoid23 asked: I can easily make characters/relationships but the setting and plot are difficult for me. I like stories where characters are stuck together in a new place and have to learn to accept it or find a way to escape, which is a basic concept, but I can't figure out how to do it. I'm trying my to avoid copying other stories but I'm not sure where to draw the line between that and inspiration either. There's too many gaps, such as the how and the where and how many characters. I keep throwing in as much stuff as i can whether it fits or not, like a Mary Sue, but it's plot instead of a character.

First, since you asked about copying vs inspiration, start by reading these posts:

Taking Inspiration from Another Story’s Premise Similarities vs Plagiarism Plagiarism vs Reference vs Inspiration Hopefully that will help you get comfortable with borrowing ideas from other sources but making them into something new and unique to you.

Next, being able to come up with characters is great, but unless those characters are rooted in a particular setting or situation, it doesn't help much with world building and plot. And while some writers can find a plot within a setting, I think for most writers its easier to start with the plot, and once you have the beginnings of a premise, it's not too hard to expand a plot from there. As luck would have it, you already have the beginnings of a premise:

People get stuck together in a new place and have to learn to accept it or find a way to escape.

Now we can look at that and start asking questions. Perhaps the easiest question to start with is "do they learn to accept it, or do they find a way to escape?" Which one? Because those are two very different goals. Choosing one and eliminating the other tightens up your premise:

People get stuck together in a new place and have to learn to accept it.

All right... I think the next logical question is who gets stuck together in a place? Is it two people? Three people? Five people? Twenty-six people? One-hundred people? You don't even have to figure out the exact number right now, but just knowing whether this story is about two people, a few people, a small group of people, a bigger group of people, or a huge group of people is going to really narrow things down.

A small group of people get stuck together in a new place and have to learn to accept it.

Okay... where do they get stuck and how? Let's brainstorm... are these modern day boaters, or a misfit bunch of 18th century buccaneers, who become castaways on a remote island? Are they a group of students whose project gets them sucked into another dimension? Are they far-future astronauts who get stranded on an isolated planet? Keep going...

A small group of students get sucked into another dimension and stranded when their science project goes wrong.

Ahoy, there! A PREMISE!!!

Now you can start brainstorming the specific details... who are these students? Middle school/equivalent? High school/equivalent? University? Graduate school? Where and when is their school located? 1926 Chicago? 1980s London? 2077 Kinshasa? 1926 Shanghai?

A small group of middle school students in 1980's London get sucked into another dimension and stranded when their science project goes wrong.

Time to start world building and brainstorming this alternate dimension. Is it going to be an alternate version of our dimension? Will it be a dimension that's similar to a past time/place on Earth? Will this dimension be like a futuristic city? Will it be something fantastical like a place that feels like an alien city, or like Blade Runner meets Ready Player One? Are there other people in this dimension? Or is this group completely on their own?

Now you can start to think about a conflict... what is the problem that must be resolved by the end of the story? Is it simply a matter of figuring out how to survive in this new place? Are they immediately captured by some faction or army or group, and they must escape, or convince someone that they're not dangerous, or win their freedom somehow? What is the specific goal they work toward in order to reach this resolution? What steps must they achieve? Who or what places obstacles in their path, and what obstacles?

Once you know all of this, you can figure out the nitty-gritty details like how many characters, who each one is specifically, and what their role in the story will be. You can look at various structure templates (like Save the Cat! Writes a Novel, Larry Brooks Story Structure, Dramatica, etc.) for guidance... just don't feel like you have to stick to it exactly. You can also read through posts on my Plot & Story Structure master list for more help with plotting.

I hope this post gets you over the hump, though! ♥

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andieperrie18 · 11 months

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Prompt: what's so hard between picking a woman who intends to stay and have future with you to a woman who just ends up lying and leaving you everytime? Reader is certainly not the type of person to be anxious of a woman. As she is better her.

English is not my first language and have mercy on ny broke grammar. I just needed to vent my jealousy.

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"He's gonna choose her…"

Y/n felt her brow twitch from the statement that echoed through her earpiece. She turned towards the across her, in another glass containing the very woman her fiance can't seem to ever let go of.

Ada Wong was a past fling, if one could even call her that for the number of times he always coincidentally met her, that he can not seem to forget even when he was about to have a new future with Y/n. And at first, she understood and intended to work harder for their future, and just maybe it will encourage her.

But here she was. Long story short, Leon and Y/n were tasked to find and bring to custody a mad scientist that was currently working on a rather strong strain of the G-virus. And due to circumstances, Y/n was abducted.

Ada ended up in the class container due to helping Leon escape on one route. It was heartbreaking to find the man who is supposed to be your soon to be husband, find a certain difficulty on who to save. To a point that he forgets why you are ranked higher than him and have more experience, and have easily put down this woman in red to the ground.

"Who is going to be Mr. Kennedy?!!" The scientist cackled loudly as the said gripped his pistol towards the mad man as he stood before two buttons. Where it is pointed to each of the boxes of the woman he is to choose to save.

He can only choose one as if he were to choose both, the scientist would press the control on his hand to kill both women.

It angered Y/n. It angers her that this situation and his obsession with a woman who always leaves him for more, is someone he can not let go of. He could barely even realize the disappointment on his fiances face.

"Captain L/n, this is taking too long enough, this mission will fail if we–"

"Shoot him." Y/n cut off the person on com as here eyes switch back and forth between Ada and Leon.

"Shoot scientist." She said rather loudly.

An action that took everyone in the room by surprise. Leon finally focused towards her but with confusion, the DSO needed the man alive. Why would he shoot the guy dead. "The DSO needs him alive Y/n you know we can not just do that,"

He spat, his eyes looking back at her. She finally looked at her, a sour taste hit his tongue and his chest churned at her stare. Her eyes were blank and devoid of spark. It was as if she was disappointed rather than scared.

"Shoot him. Now." She said once more.

A wail soon echoed in the room and the door burst open to the lab they were in dropped to the floor. Leon turned to meet soldiers, back up. He turned to the terrace that the scientist stood, he found the guy was now being hold down, the remote away from him.

"We'll take it from here, Agent." A soldier said to him with a rather distasteful tone and the sound of chains lowering was heard. Leon saw the boxes were now lowered and sood both women out.

Ada was confused as no soldier was immediately to grab her. But her eyes directed her towards their savior.

Y/n was surrounded by soldiers that began giving her a bunch of gears. She walked between her fiance and the other woman. Or in Y/n's mind, the only woman that Leon Kennedy could ever love.

Shame was etched on the male's face but Y/n paid no mind.

The woman tossed something to Ada, who in turn caught it messily. It was her trusty grapple gun she always use to get away from Leon.

"Since you like playing chase, I guess you need that. Since you were quite an asset to get the madman, I'll give you an ultimatum Miss Wong. You can leave now and leave your chat with Agent Kennedy for another time…"

Leon frowned at how cold his last name escaped Y/n lips. Considering it was the supposed last name she was intending to carry.

"... Or you can stay here and get to chat with him before I pulverize you to the ground myself. We've fought before, I can assure you that those were not my 100% because I was intending to keep your face pretty since my ex-fiance likes it so much."

There is an animalistic glint in Y/ns eyes. One that made Ada took a step back as the woman loomed over her, surrounded by armed men, out numbering her. So he grappled aways but not before sparing Leon a quick gaze.

One that Y/n didn't not miss.

She then turns to the male.

Leon failed to form words and had kept his mouth shut. He attempted to walk to her but something told him not to.

"Escort Mr. Kennedy back to the chopper. He is no longer fit carry on the mission."

And she turns her back with him watching.

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Who knew love could have a limit.

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mysticstronomy · 9 months

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DOES WHITE HOLE EXIST??

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Saturday, July 29th, 2023

Welcome back,

White holes are theoretical cosmic regions that function in the opposite way to black holes. Just as nothing can escape a black hole, nothing can enter a white hole.

White holes emerge from the solutions of Einstein's theory of general relativity devised by Karl Schwarzschild in 1916, just a year after the theory was first published.

Schwarzschild was the guy who wrote down the mathematics that describes black holes in the universe as completely collapsed objects. He had to make a choice, there is nothing in general relativity that dictates which direction time flows in.

You could point the clock in this particular direction, and that's what gives you this picture where things fall into a black hole. That's where gravity is attractive, but you could also choose the opposite direction in which time flows and get the opposite effect.

So as well as a black hole, the mathematics of Schwarzschild also gives us a white hole by just flipping the way that time works.

White holes were long thought to be a figment of general relativity born from the same equations as their collapsed star brethren, black holes. More recently, however, some theorists have been asking whether these twin vortices of spacetime may be two sides of the same coin.

To a spaceship crew watching from afar, a white hole looks exactly like a black hole. It has mass. It might spin. A ring of dust and gas could gather around the event horizon — the bubble boundary separating the object from the rest of the universe. But if they kept watching, the crew might witness an event impossible for a black hole — a belch. "It's only in the moment when things come out that you can say, 'ah, this is a white hole,'" said Carlo Rovelli, a theoretical physicist at the Centre de Physique Théorique in France.

The white hole is, in a hand-wavy sense, the inverse of a black hole. So in a black hole, you have an intense gravitational field that pulls things in you've got this one-way membrane called the event horizon. You cross that event horizon, and then you are captured, you cannot escape from that black hole. Gravity has got you, and your future is destined to be at the center of the black hole, no matter what you do.

Now a white hole is the flip of that. So a white hole is almost like anti-gravity endlessly ejecting material. With a white hole, you have an event horizon, where stuff from the inside crosses the event horizon and gets ejected into the universe, and you can't actually get into the white hole.

So in the black hole, you can pass inwards, but not outwards in a white hole, you can pass outwards but not inwards.

The answer is no, really. I mean, there are speculations about some weird things in the universe that might have white home signatures. There's nothing that we can point out in the same way we can point out a black hole that says, 'yes, this is a white hole.'

Maybe that's because of the choice that we make with regard to the past and future, maybe there is only one real choice on the direction of the future, which means we can only have black holes solutions.

Some scientists suggest that the fact that the universe is asymmetric, we see a start with the Big Bang, and we have an infinite future ahead of us, which means that the future gets written into the universe, it sets a one-way time direction which means that only the black hole solution can exist. And so even though mathematically possible to have a white hole, the fact that our universe is asymmetric means that they're not physically realized.

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A dive into Vertin's core aspect of her character and it's impact through the story: Part 1

This would be a character analysis with mix of speculations, headcannons and eventually just straight up heading to fanfiction levels territory, so if you were expecting a more cannon analysis, you have been warned.

With that said however, for those who are still interested, welcome to my insanity! This was something that I have been working with a friend of mine who you may or may not know as @acesw for the past week, and we are finally satisfied with it enough to post it! A lot of the ideas that are present in this came from them, while I offer my own interpretations and expanding on those very ideas through my writing. Without them, this analysis likely will have never come to fruition, so I can't be thankful enough for having them go on this journey with me, and also to just have as a good friend. Go check them out, they have really neat ideas and is a genuinely creative and artful person!

Now with that outta the way, time for the main event you are have been waiting for, our one and only beloved Timekeeper herself, and the emotional roller coaster that we have prepared for her. Please do enjoy.

Background context:

Vertin is an incredibly interesting and compelling character in many ways. Her ability to care for other people to a great extent whether she knows them for long or not. Her compassion for everyone around her, her empathy, her willingness to open her heart and listen to others when it matters. All these traits make up who Vertin is as a character and is a large part of why so many people fall in love with her and the story; to not only see more of her but to see where her story will go.

However, there is one part of her character that stands out the most to us, a core aspect of her character that makes up most, if not all her major decisions in the story up until this point, and will be the main subject of this entire analysis.

And that is Vertin's incredible sense of selflessness.

From going out of her way to save Regulus and not let her be forced to be taken in by the Foundation. Her attempts at getting through to Schneider, to understanding and showing her immense compassion even in the heat of moments. Choosing to stay behind in the Walden to fend off the Manus while the others escaped, and most crucial of all, her conscious decision to bury all her trauma inside herself to prevent others from worrying about her. Hell, even her entire motive and drive to seek the truth about the Storm and a way to stop it stems from her desire for freedom and the future of everyone.

All of this is in some way driven by Vertin's selfless nature, always prioritizing the sake of others above herself, to the point of risking her own life if it means she could protect those around her.

She's someone who will go out of her way to connect with others, even when knowing that the pain of losing them will never fade away, to give them comfort and help them if she can no matter what.

It is an incredibly beautiful part of what makes Vertin such a compelling, lovable, and admirable character and person, but at the same time, it also represents Vertin's biggest issue about herself.

That Vertin isn’t just selfless, she is selfless to a fault.

Vertin will prioritize saving everyone above herself, or rather, she would prioritize and save everyone but herself. For Vertin intrinsically has no sense of self-value nor self-worth; in other words, she has no self identity, for her entire life is valued based on other people, not herself. This can bring a lot of self-conflict, as well as possibly even harming others when reaching a point where every step taken is crucial.

And this serious of posts will detail and explore this aspect of her, its ramifications upon the character, and to not only show the ugliest and most painful parts of it, but to also show a path that Vertin might possibly take in the story to confront this part of herself somehow. In other words: welcome to Vertin's suffering builds character arc.

What can we tell from canon?

Where do we start seeing the decision making? We already start seeing them in the first 2 chapters. In summary:

Chapter 1 - Vertin continuously is left with decisions that she has to make on the fly, starting from deciding to try to see if Regulus can survive the storm and choosing to stay behind the Walden and risk getting harmed by the Manus Vindictae for the sake of her team as well as helping Schneider.

Chapter 2 - Vertin finds herself having to choose between keeping her silence and “joining” the Manus, and when she initially refuses, Arcana has her answer questions that bring unsatisfactory answers, leading her to harm Schneider. But when she does say she’ll join, she is first tasked and eventually manipulated to “kill” her.

Now, that’s all fine and dandy and does communicate that she is a very altruistic person and a selfless individual, but how is any of that bad or problematic? How does that correlate to her not having any sense of self-worth? Chapter 1’s ending is the first instance we get to see just how far Vertin’s selflessness goes, by her decision of staying behind to grant Sonetto and the others time to escape. Because of Vertin’s sacrificial play, Druvis and the majority of Manus didn’t pursue Sonetto's crew as aggressive as they would have, giving them time to properly make their runaway. Not only that, but both her and Schneider were kept alive, albeit captive.

There, Vertin’s selflessness is shown in a good light, being an admirable trait of hers that was crucial in progressing the story. This is the only instance in the story so far that has highlighted this trait of hers in a positive light, which is then contrasted by what happens in chapter 2.

Here, that aspect of hers that so far has been so boldly displayed as a good thing; saving Regulus and her team, is now flipped on its head, showing us that sometimes, being selfless simply isn't enough.

Vertin was put into a situation where she needed to make a choice, to either join Manus or reject their offer. When she chose the latter, Schneider was put into danger. And as each question Arcana asked piled on to her and the pressure started to rise further, Vertin went back on her words, choosing to stay with them.

This is so she could ensure Schneider’s survival, a selfless choice she makes for the sake of a person she had barely known. It was also here where Vertin’s naivety blinds her of the situation she was in.

That no matter what she chose, Schneider wasn't going to make it out of this.

Schneider had already betrayed them, but even before that, she never truly believed in them in the first place, only soaking up to them for her own personal goals. She was the one who lied to Manus about her identity, to pretend to play along with them until she bided her time, and now she was captured right in their hands.

It doesn’t take much for one to come to the conclusion that Schneider was a dead woman walking.

Yet, Vertin did not see this. For her view of the world even at this point was too naive, warped by her own perception and belief. A belief that by giving herself up, by throwing her own agency away will somehow lead to other people’s lives improving. That somehow, someway, by disregarding her own safety, the safety of others will be secured.

Vertin is living in a highly warped perception of the world, thinking and believing that if she alone suffers, no one else has to.

Green Oranges serves as a reality check to Vertin, albeit one that Vertin was unfortunately in too much emotional distress to properly realised.

However, it’s important to note that the game was rigged from the start. Regardless of what Vertin would have chosen, Schneider was going to “die” there either way. So although we witnessed the consequences of Vertin’s selfless choice, it would be unfair to call it her fault. So for now, this chapter only serves as a warning to Vertin.

That even if her selflessness is admirable and has paid the way to many good results, her complete lack of care for herself is not, and is leading her to believe in a false image of the world. A flaw that she will continue to neglect until it becomes far too late to remedy.

Chapter 3 and 4 are the harder ones to allocate, mostly because Vertin isn’t the main focus and rarely appears in the story at all except for flashbacks or dreams. But it still serves a very important role in giving us another facet of this character trait that Vertin exhibits.

That this selflessness of hers doesn’t just affect her, but also the relationships she has with the people around her, and specifically, her crew and Sonetto.

We were told that before Vertin was put to sleep, she had acted relatively the same as she always was, carrying out her duties until she was forced to be sedated and put into the coma we saw her at the start of Chapter 3. We knew that Vertin had set up plans in the form of Lilya and the bill she made with Madam Z, but this was something that wouldn’t be known by us or the other characters until much later.

For the entirety of her time spent before the events of 3 and 4, Vertin kept herself closed off, ensuring that she wouldn’t worry her new friends and even more so, Sonetto. But as a consequence, this results in nobody truly knowing what Vertin was thinking or trying to do prior to going comatose.

Sonetto, Vertin’s closest companion, someone who knows Vertin the longest and has been with her the most, wasn’t even privy to what Vertin’s plans were. She was left struggling to figure out what she should do to help Vertin, while also battling her own inner turmoil.

Druvis, Sotheby, Regulus, APPle, all of them were also victims of this. They had no idea what Vertin was planning, nor was even given any hints; they were left to their own devices and in turn, the influence of the Foundation. Vertin may have tried to help them by not getting them involved with the Foundation matters, but this ironically only led to them being drawn into the organisation because of their desire of wanting to help Vertin.

If Madam Z hadn’t come in to give Druvis the push she needed, Constantine likely would have gotten things to go her way. If it wasn’t for the collective efforts of Z and Vertin’s crew and so many others, Vertin likely wouldn’t have been freed.

These two chapters showcase the loyalty and trust that her friends have in Vertin, but it also highlights the issue of Vertin always trying to hide things away, to always keep herself emotionally closed. Even if she had good intentions, it still led to less than favourable outcomes that could have very well ended badly for all of them had things gone differently.

With that, we have gotten a rough understanding of Vertin’s character up until this point. Vertin’s selflessness can be an good thing to posses, but because of her disregard of her own well-being and her naive belief that only she needs to make sacrifices for the good of everyone, it is ultimately an unhealthy outlet for Vertin’s way of coping with her trauma. Not just internally, but externally as well.

From here on, I will be diving into my own personal headcanon of where the direction of the story might go, with the purpose of having Vertin’s character be pushed slowly towards a breaking point that will force her to confront this very part of herself, and perhaps, come out learning something from it all.

Speculation: Vertin’s breaking point

Before we get into it however, there is one thing that must be noted here so that the events that will transpire would make more sense.

That being how exactly could the story push Vertin’s character to her limit, when she herself is a naturally strong and composed person? It’s quite simple really, in fact, the answer was already given to us all the way back in Chapter 2.

Vertin’s one crucial weakness that even she might not even realise, that being her overwhelming compassion for those she cares about.

Throughout chapter 1 and 2, we have seen how Vertin deals with stress. How she is able to mentally process the situation around her in a logical and composed manner, allowing her to come to the best possible solution in a short time without letting her emotions run rampant.

And during her confrontation with Arcana, she continues to showcase her composure when faced with a difficult situation and choices. That is until Arcana began to shift her hostility towards Schneider, and we start to see the cracks forming at her surface.

Vertin is capable of dealing with high stress situations, however, when that situation involves other people, especially those she has come to know or care about, this mask of calmness starts to slip as she reveals how she truly feels.

That Vertin cares too much to see other people get hurt, knowing she can do something about it.

But this wasn’t enough, Vertin might be faltering, but she still tries to keep a calm level head, even when each question gets more and more personal for her. But it was okay, so long as she answered truthfully and picked their side, things will “somehow” work out.

This dream is then shattered by Arcana’s mission given to her; to kill the girl she had chosen to save by throwing her agency away.

Here, the mask falters even more as Vertin slips further into emotional distress. This is the rare time, and really one of the only times you get to see Vertin raise her voice, far from her monotone voice she always has. It was getting to her.

This is then exacerbated from her shooting Schneider. Even if it was not by choice, Vertin was still the one who pulled the trigger, the one that held the gun against Schneider, and the one that killed her; a girl who she had come to care a great deal about in such a short time.

Here, the mask completely falls as Vertin expresses just how much this breaks her heart. The only instance in the game where Vertin ever shed a tear for something or someone.

So it’s clear now that the biggest strength to her character that Vertin has; her love and compassion for others, is also her biggest weakness. A weakness that can be exploited and used to push Vertin past and even beyond her breaking point.

So let’s do just that.

The narrative will go like this: Vertin and her crew are tasked on an important mission of some kind, where they are given more control and permission to decide and do more so long as Vertin is the one making those choices. This puts Vertin into a position of power much higher than she usually assumes, which will first add a layer of stress over her as she carries out her mission.

Then, the story will sprinkle in a variety of different decisions that Vertin has to make, some big and some small. All of them have some kind of effect on the people around her or their situation. This further adds stress to the girl, now having to juggle the responsibilities of making the difficult choices and decisions that no one else can, because she was their leader, the one assigned to do the job.

At first, things do start to look better as her crew tries their best to assist her, and the situation starts to look more promising. It would be here where a wrench would be thrown, completely sending the whole mission into disarray.

Something completely unexpected occurs, causing chaos and mayhem to follow suit. Vertin tries to assert the situation and find a way to stabilise the people, her crew doing their best to help. However, in their task of ensuring the situation doesn’t derail any further, her crew subsequently split off from her, leaving the girl alone to her own devices.

Here, we begin the start of Vertin’s downfall.

Now without her crew or Sonetto’s help, Vertin is now forced into a situation where she needs to continuously make quick and decisive actions on the fly, all to ensure that things are kept as stable as possible. This leads to her going out and helping as many people as she can, trying to resolve as many issues as possible by herself so that others can focus on their safety.

However, not every situation can be resolved peacefully nor gracefully.

Gradually, Vertin is faced with more and more difficult choices, ones that require her to choose one side or the other with escalating stakes and tension. No matter what she chooses however, people still get hurt, lives are still put in danger. And Vertin, being the girl that she is, can’t bear to see it happen.

So she tries to find ways to choose both, to save both parties so long as she can help it. Even if it meant having to risk her own safety, Vertin cannot bear to choose one and let the others perish. She can’t allow that to happen.

So she gives herself up to the task of saving people. To abandon her own safety and subsequently her own agency in order to ensure that others will live. So that everyone can make it out even if she doesn’t.

If only she is the casualty in all this, it is the result that Vertin can accept, a result that Vertin can be at peace with.

What she doesn’t realise, or perhaps she isn’t willing to see is that she’s forcing herself into a corner. By placing so much emphasis on saving, by abandoning her own safety and subsequently her own position of power, Vertin has left a chain of command with no real leader, and the situation starts falling into chaos.

But she can’t see it, Vertin isn’t able to recognize this because she’s so intensely focused on the people around her who are suffering right that moment. Her composure is slipping, as she watches as people’s lives are being destroyed and perished rapidly before her eyes, and she can’t seem to make it better no matter how far she keeps going. This only furthers her careless act of selflessness, forgoing more and more of her own life until it was the last thing on her mind.

Eventually, things reach a boiling point where Vertin, alone, is faced with an obstacle that directly threatens her life and countless others. She now faces a choice, whether to prioritise her own safety over the lives of dozens of people, some strangers, some whose faces have grown familiar to her, or throw her life away again with the blinding hope that things will work out.

If she chooses to run, choose to save herself, Vertin can never live with herself. For a girl like her, who has made it her life to save anyone she can, and so running away can never be an option for her. So naturally, without a second thought, Vertin chooses to throw her life away in exchange of saving everyone’s lives.

A decision that will haunt the girl for the rest of her life.

By the time Vertin awakes, she finds that she is still alive, unscathed at that. But only a moment passes before Vertin notices the countless bodies of those that died, and the destruction that was wrought about around her. At first, she was confused, then the memories started to flood in.

The memories of the moment she chose to throw her life away, chose to give herself up for the sake of others. And in that instance, someone did the same for her, pushing her out of death’s way as they sacrificed themselves for her. Someone she personally knew and cared about.

In the end, Vertin faces the result of her sacrifice; nothing but lifeless corpses, an utter wasteland filled with bodies with no souls left in them; and she alone survives.

But she might as well be dead, life completely leaving her quickly dulling eyes, a single thought consuming her mind.

This was her fault.

She chose to give her life away, to disregard her own leadership, her role and her worth all for the sake of others.

Because she was too selfless, too kind to ever let herself bear the guilt and burden of letting innocent people die when she could have saved them. And she thought that by sacrificing herself, she can do just that.

She never accounted for the fact that someone would save her.

That someone would prioritise her life over countless others, to choose to sacrifice themselves for someone like her. To give their life for Vertin.

Vertin kneels, her arms and hands shaking as her eyes froze still. She can’t bear to look at the scene before her, her stomach rising to her chest.

For she has finally seen the reality of the world around her, finally acknowledges something she has willingly and selfishly ignored for all this time.

Vertin has always had some level of survivor's guilt within her. Starting from the breakaway incident, Vertin had likely always felt how unfair and cruel it was that only she got to live, when she was the one that was responsible for leading them here.

Sure, the kids went with her because they desired the same thing, but it was she who led them, she who gave them the spark of desire to want to venture out, and because of her, they were all gone.

Vertin has been carrying that guilt ever since, always masking it under layers and layers of self-imposed composure; a way to protect herself from the pain of the past, but as a way to stop people from getting too close to her, because she is afraid that something similar might happen again if that was the case. That if she were to let people know her, to get to care about her, that they too will suffer because of their involvements with her.

But Vertin was too kind, too good, too compassionate. Even when she emotionally distances herself from others, people still flock to her because they see just how kind she is.

Because even when she doesn’t show it, the girl cared enough to go out of her way to save them, so of course they would be grateful to her, of course they would feel immense gratitude and appreciation for her. Of course they would choose her as their leader and follow her.

And of course, one of them would throw their life away to save hers.

Vertin had abandoned all self-importance or self-value, believing that she, the lone survivor of a terrible tragedy, the one who shouldn’t have lived for the sins that she had committed; deserved no such thing. That someone like her should not dare to believe she had value, when all she had done was cause death to those she cared about. That was what she had believed in, what she had convinced herself to believe in.

Because of that, she ignored the signs. She ignored the warnings given to her by others, the warning that if she keeps going down this path of self-annihilation, that eventually she will be met with a fate much worse than death.

In her selfless attempt to save everyone and everything, she had selfishly taken away the people’s chance to save her. To save the girl who had suffered far too much and who had helped even more, even when she can’t see past her own warped perception of herself.

And now she is facing the consequences of that. She is now looking at the results of her blindness, the carnage that was her willful ignorance to herself and to others, and the irony of being the only one left alive through it all once more.

In the past, she was an unwilling player on a chess board designed for her to lose. Now, she was the girl who gave up her own King for the all her pieces, and in return, she lost everything.

Vertin facing this, her composure long since lost, finally breaks.

She slumps onto the floor, her body and mind utterly overwhelmed with every facet of emotions she could conjure within the darkest pit of her stomach, all while drenched in the blood of the people she was supposed to save.

The blood of people who knew her, who admired and respected her, who cared for her, who saw her as a friend, who saw her as family. All of them suffered at her hands, at her own selfish choice to forsake her life because she saw no other way; because she perceived that there was no other way.

And she can't bear all that guilt. All the pain and unprocessed trauma she had buried inside her now finally comes bubbling out of her, completely suffocating the girl. That lack of self-value that she harbours now replaced with unending resentment and pure unbridled self-hatred. Something she had always carried inside her that only got worse over time, and now, it finally had an excuse to be let out.

An existence that had done nothing but wrought pain and death to everyone it ever cared about. An existence that so readily throws its life away at the slightest of inconvenience, never caring about what others think about them, for they were too blinded in their own suicidal nature to ever think that they deserved to be cared about.

Vertin truly believes that she does not deserve to be cared about. She truly believes that she is the worst of the worst, an willfully ignorant murderer, so blinded by their own vision of the world that they refuse to see the reality as what it is. And now, they're paying their just price for it, a price they should have paid long ago.

Vertin knew better than anyone, that she was nothing but a murderer.

Part 2

#reverse 1999 #re1999 #r1999 #vertin #writing #speculation #borderline fanfiction #speculative fiction #angst #extreme angst #vertin's one long tiring day #oh Vertin my sweet rainy child #suffering builds so much character #oh god this is too much suffering for one sweet girl to go through #unhealthy way of coping with trauma #even more trauma #it gets dark very quickly #alternative timeline #headcannons

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"if I hadn't realized what he had done"-- there are two very separate people in this sentence. the verb tenses are insane, too, because, like, kira is dead. but here jadzia is trying to blame yedrin for the second death-yet-to-come. making this the first time that jadzia has not claimed the shared-person of the symbiont as some form of self. maybe it's because yedrin is a future Self? but it doesn't ring true to how jadzia has acted about her various Persons before. in an almost mirror to the fake-doubling/separation that yedrin has "proposed" as a way for the crew to leave the planet while also staying, jadzia is not claiming yedrin's actions, even if he is technically jadzia (and curzon and joran and...) as well as himself. his decision to lie to them belongs, in some part, to her--it has to, since joined trill have never been shown to be able to truly distinguish their complex actions and decisions from one person to the other.

which means that jadzia is in this scene not just realizing she's responsible for kira's death (i mean, she's not) from the first time through the barrier but also responsible for kira's death again for this maneuver from yedrin (which, like, yes. she is within yedrin the whole episode. there are in fact two jadzias present).

with all time-traveling stories, there's a circular nature, since it's not like any of us are capable of imagining going faster than the speed of causality and escaping the single-direction-move along the temporal dimension of all 3D beings; which inevitably turns our time-travelling-stories into closed-circuit-deterministic-circular narratives or makes us lose our minds about butterfly theory. which is probably why the character who seems most comfortable with this whole situation is kira who's used to considering a future-already-written as just a law of reality. she references the prophets to odo and the others several times and you can't really argue that much with her because so far everything her gods have spoken has come true.

but jadzia i think is running up against determinism here not just from the situation itself (her future being told to her by her ancestors and the future dax host--her obvious discomfort with the idea of marrying worf according to their relationship in the present moment with the sort of flip side that is miles's discomfort with marrying someone who is not his wife in the present moment). in addition, i think she's struggling with the determinism associated with being joined. there's a weight to the fact that her person is not wholly controlled by her but cannot be separated from her. would jadzia choose to let kira die? no, not at first. but then she does because that's what kira wants--and everyone else sort of agrees. would jadzia lie in this way yedrin does to get her way? would jadzia "save" the lives of 8000 at the sacrifice of one? would jadzia betray her own self? would jadzia take a very difficult decision out of the hands of a past life, another self? she can't answer that question now, but also she can--because a future self does all of that, a future self that cannot be separated from her.

before this episode, obligations to the past-lives of the symbiont seemed to come easy to jadzia. well, not easy, but she doesn't spend a lot of time struggling with accepting them and carrying their burdens. here, she realizes she will be a burden for yedrin. so, on top of everything she thinks she's to blame for, she also now has to confront yedrin's existence, who carries kira's death as jadzia would. all of this seems exactly the kind of thing that jadzia, who will happily deal with the consequences of her past lives' crimes or the personal heartbreak of her own decisions, is not prepared for. she has not yet been in a situation where someone else has to carry her.

#jesus louiseus this episode!#jadzia dax #ds9 #star trek #still got a lot of kiradax thoughts yet to be written because of course i do

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Birmingham | Tommy Shelby x Reader (Part 5)

Previous Part

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) comes into contact with her family and then stumbles upon some of the Shelbys' business. Later on, Matthew receives a new title, and Tommy's got a choice to make.

Warnings: language, smoking

Word Count: 3501

A/N: things seem to be heating up now. Also, if you see any similarities to my other, finished series, To Be Alone…no, you don’t. I promise this will be different…trust me. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in this series!

(Y/N) was starting to get impatient as the sound of the ringing tone continued in her ear. She wondered if the person she was trying to reach would even bother picking up. Why would she? she thought to herself, I only decided to leave without telling anyone where I was going. After the fourth ring, the call picked up. "Hello?" she quickly asked, wanting to kick herself for how desperate she sounded.

"(Y/N)?" the woman on the other line answered with shock evident in her voice. "(Y/N), is that you?"

"Yes, mum, it's me," (Y/N) responded, smiling as a sigh of relief escaped her lips. She'd been wanting to hear her mother's voice for so long.

"Oh, hunny, where have you gone off to?" her mother asked.

"I...I can't quite say," she was hesitant to give information for fear of who may be listening to the call. The call could be being monitored, or her brothers could have been present with her.

"Are you safe?" was the next question, and now her mother's voice had more worry laced into it.

"I am," (Y/N) answered the question definitively. There was no doubt in her mind that she was safe where she was now. "How is everything there?" she asked a question before her mother could get another in.

"Everything's fine. Clay's still bent up on where you disappeared to. Garrett's gotten past it, but Clay pulls him back in. Your father's also worried about where you've gone. I'll make sure to tell him that you're safe," she gave (Y/N) a run down on the family.

"And Mel?" (Y/N) made sure to ask once she realized that Clay's wife, and really the only other person in (Y/N)'s family that was friendly besides her mother, wasn't mentioned.

"Melanie's fine as well."

"Did she have the baby?" (Y/N) asked.

"She did," her mother informed her, "a baby girl." (Y/N) smiled at the news at first, but then her smile faltered slightly when she realized that her newborn niece's future would most likely turn out to be like hers...unless Clay had a son to pass his legacy onto.

"That's good to hear...what did she decide on for the name?"

"Marie. Like she said she was going to go with." There was an evident tinge of displeasure in her mother's voice, probably because Melanie had prevailed with what she wanted to name the child. Her mother felt that there were too many 'Maries' in this world already.

"Ah, ok," (Y/N) decided not to comment on her mother’s vocal tone, "I'm sure she's beautiful," she added, a smile playing on her lips once more.

"She's a darling," her mother agreed, "you'll have to come home and see her," she tried then.

(Y/N) hesitated before answering. "I can't, mum. I...I'll write to you," she assured her, hoping that the older woman would settle for her desired form of continued communication, "we can keep in touch that way."

"I'll settle for that," her mother agreed, the slight tinge of disappointment in her voice not going unnoticed by her daughter.

"I have to go now," (Y/N) decided against commenting further on the topic, instead choosing to wrap up the conversation.

"Ok, (Y/N). Please stay safe," her mother stressed, her care towards her daughter evident in her voice. Now if only her entire family felt the same way about her.

"I will, mum. I love you. Bye," (Y/N) said her final words.

"I love you," her mother echoed the sentiment before the call ended.

With a sigh, (Y/N) hung up the receiver and exited the booth. She then met up with Matthew, who was leaning against the closest building, and began her walk to the Garrison.

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"Perhaps we should listen to what Mr. Shelby has to say...before we make our decisions," (Y/N) heard a man say as she entered the Garrison.

The scene that presented itself the second she walked through the door left her surprised. She didn't expect to come into a room full of men sitting around a table. She’d been asked to come in that night to help with stocking and arranging the books for Arthur. Seeing these men made the hair on the back of her neck stand. She hated the feeling of all the eyes being on her.

"(Y/N)," the sound of someone calling her name made her fall back onto the group in front of her. It was Tommy who was talking. "(Y/N), go to the back," he told her, the tone of his voice serious.

"O...ok, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) quickly responded before she dropped her head from the strangers' gazes and walked around the group to head to the back of the Garrison.

"Who's that lovely bird?" she heard one of the unfamiliar men ask after she walked past, "ain't she a sight for sore eyes in this shithole of a town," he added, a grin evident in his voice as there was a chorus of agreements and chuckles from his men.

Before (Y/N) was able to turn and face the man who'd just said that about her, Tommy spoke up: "who she is isn't of importance to you. She's not why you came here," he said in the same serious tone as before.

"She's why I'd like to stay here," the man quipped, his sleazy comment making her skin crawl.

"Mr. Kimber," Tommy's voice was steely, his distaste for the topic evident. "Let me explain to you why this would benefit the both of us," he then moved the conversation back to what they were previously discussing.

(Y/N) continued to the backroom, where she found some boxes that needed to be unpacked. She decided that she would work on emptying them before going into the office to work on the books.

It only took her a short amount of time to get everything in the boxes stored away in their designated spots. She made her way down the hall to the office, straining her ears to try and hear what was going on in the main bar area but there was only silence in response. After sitting behind the desk, she pulled out and opened the books so that she could get started with the ledgers. It still felt a bit weird sitting in her boss' desk, but she was told by Arthur that she could, and she didn't necessarily want to be balancing the books on the floor.

Zoning in, she began working on making sure the ledgers looked correct and that the math was done properly. She was so focused that she didn't hear the person coming down the hall until they were standing in the office's doorway. "What're you doing in here?"

Tommy's voice made (Y/N) look up, and once she did, she stared at him with a slightly gaped mouth. She knew she had permission to be in the room, but the tone of his voice made her seem like she was trespassing. "I...Arthur told me that I could work here when I'm balancing the books," she told him, trying to retain her confidence under the rather intense gaze he was sending her. She'd been subject to a great deal of similar gazes from her brothers in the past, but being under this one felt entirely different.

"You're working on the books now?" Tommy questioned as he brought a cigarette to his lips, "I thought Grace was in charge of that."

"She is," (Y/N) answered him before elaborating, "Arthur's not good at any parts of the bookkeeping, so he's asked me to make sure that the math was done properly."

"Fucking hell," Tommy sighed as he dropped his gaze to the floor, "what use is he here then?" he muttered, more to himself than anything.

"He's good with making sure the customers are in line," (Y/N) stated, giving her other boss the benefit of the doubt. Tommy snorted at her statement, shaking his head slightly as he looked over at (Y/N) again. She was able to see the slightest hint of a smile on his lips, so she added another statement, "and he certainly makes sure that we only sell the best types of alcohol here...tastes all of it himself to make sure."

"Surprised he leaves any for the patrons," he quipped in response, his statement making (Y/N) laugh softly. He cleared his throat then before taking another drag from his cigarette. "I'm sorry you had to walk into that meeting out there," he said as he stepped further into the office. He moved over to the desk and stamped out the spent cigarette in the ashtray before he took a seat on one of the wooden chairs across from (Y/N).

"It's alright, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) brushed his apology off as she went back to balancing the books, feeling rather comfortable with Tommy sitting across from her. "You addressed him as Mr. Kimber...was that the Billy Kimber?" she decided to ask, her curiosity getting the best of her. When Tommy didn't answer right away, she looked up from the book with furrowed eyebrows. "What?" she asked, recognizing the confusion on his features.

"You know of Billy Kimber?" he asked her, voicing his shock at the situation.

"Yeah," (Y/N) nodded, "my brothers tried to get in with him when they made a run in London. He didn't want to bother with some boys from Sheffield who had a distaste for playing by the rules," she shared the reason behind her knowledge.

"So he won't bother with me?" he asked, his one brow quirked.

"You're wanting to work with him?" now it was (Y/N)'s turn to be shocked. She couldn't understand why he'd want to do such a thing. He seemed so secure here in Small Heath. He had power over its people and was able to command respect; what more was needed?

"Something like that," Tommy shrugged.

"Play your cards right and he may let you," she told him, her statement making Tommy nod.

"I'll let you get back to your work," he said as he stood from the chair and walked to the door of the office.

"Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) called out before he was able to completely leave. Her voice made Tommy turn around and send her a look that let her know she could continue. "Do you know what you're doing? Toying around with Kimber and his men?" she asked, concern seeping into her words. Billy Kimber wasn't a man to be messed with.

"I do," he simply responded, slightly nodding his head to the side before he turned once more and exited the office. (Y/N) watched him leave, her brain still trying to connect the reasoning behind this move that Tommy was attempting. With a sigh, she chalked it up to something she shouldn't be worrying about at that moment and got back to work.

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"Matthew?" (Y/N) questioned after she opened the door to her apartment and was met with him standing on the opposite side. "I'm not working today."

"I know," Matthew answered with a smile. "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to come out and spend the day with me?"

"In the park?" (Y/N) asked, her ears perking up when she heard his suggestion.

They'd been going to a place they deemed to be 'their spot' at the park on days where it'd still be sunny after her shift at the Garrison. There, they'd talk about a plethora of things, from their past to their ambitions...Matthew wanted something more than just being stuck in Small Heath. He found being with the Shelbys worked at the moment, but he wanted to springboard into the world of business and betting for himself and felt that this could possibly be one way to do so. (Y/N) had not much of a clue what she wanted to do. She was content here in Small Heath...she was content with working at the Garrison. Maybe that was because she knew that the life she had now surpassed anything she could have had back in Sheffield.

"Of course," Matthew grinned, his answer making her smile widen before she waved him into her apartment.

"Let me get changed," she said as she quickly made her way to the bedroom door.

"You look beautiful as is," he called after her, his words making her cheeks heat up.

"I'll change anyway," she brushed his compliment off as she worked on changing out of her simple house dress and into something more worthy of being seen wearing out in public.

Matthew's grin grew as she came back to the main room. (Y/N) looked away from him as her cheeks heated up again, not wanting him to see how she was reacting to him. "Ready to go?" he asked her then.

"Yes," (Y/N) responded with a slight nod as she composed herself enough to look over at him again. Matthew nodded before fixing his peaked cap so that it sat properly on his head. He then nodded to the door, allowing (Y/N) to take the lead before he followed in step with her.

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There were people at the park but it wasn't too crowded, most likely because it was a bit overcast today compared to what it's been the past few weeks. (Y/N) and Matthew were relaxing up against one of the big tree trunks in the park. They were passing their time by talking about things they'd been doing. (Y/N) was especially excited to tell him about a lovely bakery that she'd found while she was out with Ada the other day.

"Did you have a special reason behind wanting to come here, Matthew?" (Y/N) asked when their conversation about local pastry places ended.

"I can't just ask you to come out and spend time with me?" Matthew responded, feigning shock and hurt as he brought his hand to his chest in a dramatic gesture.

"You can," she brushed his dramatics off before continuing, "today just seems special for some reason. I was wondering if you had something planned."

Matthew's grin grew just slightly as his eyes found (Y/N)'s. With a slight chuckle, he answered her, "I do actually have something special planned out," he told her.

"See! I knew it!" (Y/N) exclaimed in victory.

"I think I've finally worked up the nerve to tell you how I feel about you, (Y/N)," he admitted, making her victory cheers go quiet as she calmed down and looked at him.

"You what?" she asked for him to repeat himself, wondering if she'd heard him correctly.

"I want to tell you how I feel about you, (Y/N)..." he answered her question before he took a deep breath and swallowed his fears. "I wanted to tell you that over these weeks, I've been thinking about you a lot...about how kind you are, how driven you are, how you seem to light up at the smallest things. It's made me realize that I think I've fallen for you."

"Matthew..." (Y/N) trailed off when he finished his declaration, unsure of what to say. Her mind was going at a mile a minute and her stomach was now filled with butterflies.

"And I don't want to jump in and ask you to be my girlfriend right away, because that would be improper of me to do out of the blue. But just know that I have my eyes on nobody but you, (Y/N)," he continued, his smile growing as he spoke.

"This is crazy, Matthew," (Y/N) tried her best to articulate her thoughts. "I...I can't believe you've just said those things."

"Can't believe it in a good way or a bad way?" Matthew checked, starting to worry about the outcome this would have.

"In the best way," (Y/N) quelled his fears in four words. Her answer made him chuckle as the smile returned to his face. "You're the first person here that really worked hard to get to know me. You're sweet, you're funny, you care...and you're rather attractive, which certainly helps your case," she admitted, her statement at the end making both of them laugh. "I'd like to take that next step; to be exclusively with you," she told him then.

"That's such a great thing to hear," he stated, breathing a sigh of relief as his smile grew, "I will properly ask you to be my girlfriend when the time is right. For now, I wanted you to know how I feel for you and about you." (Y/N) only smiled in response as he moved ever so slightly closer to her. She felt her heartbeat pick up at his proximity. “Now that I’ve said that…may I kiss you, (Y/N)?” he asked her then, his voice dropping to just above a whisper.

(Y/N) bit on her lip out of anticipation before she nodded her head, unable to contain her smile. Matthew accepted her answer and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. (Y/N)’s hand went into his hair in her attempts to get closer to him, and his hand dropped to her waist to keep her steady.

They pulled away moments later, breathless as their smiles grew. “That was nice,” (Y/N) stated as she tried her hardest to not act like a little school girl.

“Very nice,” Matthew agreed as he laughed breathlessly.

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Tommy was stuck with a tough decision. The Cheltenham Derby was fastly approaching and he needed to bring someone along with him to make sure that his plans were actualized. More specifically, this someone needed to be a woman who would be coming along as his date.

It was common for men to have a woman on their arm at these events, especially if they were going into the suites. For this to work, for him to get into the suites, he’d need a woman who looked regal and held herself with class. Two women came to his mind when he laid out these criteria.

There was Grace. Grace would look good on his arm. He was sure that she would be able to pull off an upper class look when wearing something other than her ratted barmaid’s uniform. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t find her attractive…she looked so unusual and stood out in a sea full of dirty men in a dark pub. She’d be a quick and simple choice of a woman to have on his arm.

But then their was (Y/N). He couldn’t get (Y/N) off of his mind since their conversation a week ago. (Y/N) would also look good on his arm, very good actually, and she had something that he felt Grace lacked. Not only was she beautiful, a ‘sight for sore eyes’ as Kimber put it, but she had knowledge that only she could bring to the table. Sure, Grace was bright, but Tommy was sure that her expertise stopped at dealing with numbers and carrying out the tasks of a barmaid.

(Y/N) knew of Kimber…her brothers had already tried to make a deal with him. If she remembered any bits of the attempt they’d made, she could lend them to him and make sure that he didn’t make the same mistakes. She could make his go at this powerful business man perfect.

Grace came back into his mind then. She’d be a big help in getting him into the situation, getting Kimber’s attention, and would most likely do so without much ask. Given (Y/N)’s history with the man he was trying to make a move on, this might be what would make a difference.

Letting out a sigh before taking a drag from his cigarette, Tommy tried to consider all possibilities. He tried to place the odds on paper so that he could see how they were stacked against each other. In the end, the decision was close. One particular thing outweighed the other in his mind, he just hoped that it would truly help his case like he thought it would.

Both of the women were in the Garrison today. This didn’t necessarily help in making his decision, but it certainly would help him in asking them. The derby was fastly approaching…he wanted to ask the woman he chose as soon as possible so that she’d have enough time to get herself a dress she’d feel comfortable in…if she agreed to join him that is.

Settled on his choice, Tommy stamped out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood from the desk. He left the back office in search of the woman he’d be bringing to the derby with him and hoped that she’d agree to it.

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The Mixed Legacy Challenge for The Sims 3

This is (gonna be) a 10 generation legacy challenge. I came up with this challenge simply because I could not decide what legacy challenge I wanted to do so I did a mix of all my favourite ones. Including Not So Berry, Jam Legacy, Zodiac Legacy & All In One Lepacy! So all credit goes to the creators! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

Rules: ☆ Finish the rules of every generation, but there are different options for some generations so you can do whatever fits your gameplay preference more!

☆ There is a color for every generation if you want berry sims etc!

☆ There is a family trait that you choose that every generation heir will have. If you can't have a trait because of your family trait you just swap out that one for one similiar!

☆ You got to have this mod to be able to give your sims all the traits I have given them OR you could cheat them when they age up and change them in CAS OR just give them 1-2 of the traits. Would also recommend NRAAS mod aswell because of the money changes etc!

☆ Most importantly do what you want and have fun!

Now for the generations...

Generation 1: Purple You left everything you know behind, escape your past for a new beginning. Finally start that family you always wanted with someone new. You want to change, but can you?

Traits: Family Trait, Kleptomaniac, Nurturing, Rebellious, Frugal Job: Start at the cemetery then switch to criminal OR kleptomaniac full time LTW: Become a master chief OR The emperor of evil OR Possession is Nine Tenths of the law

☆ Master athletic and martial arts skills ☆ Use the kleptomaniac trait to provide for your family ☆ Get with your partner and marry them fast ☆ Get the death flower (perhaps at the cemetery?) ☆ 3 or more children

Generation 2: Yellow You don’t want to end up like your parent. You have dreams, big dreams! And you will do everything to be the biggest star, hopefully your family name won’t ruin that.

Traits: Family Trait, Star Quality, Diva, Lucky, Ambitious Job: Singer LTW: Vocal Legend OR Lifestyle of the rich and famous

☆ Have a band as a teenager ☆ When you become an YA you quit the band to go solo ☆ Master an instrument (guitar, piano etc) ☆ Become a five star celebrity ☆ Marry a big celebrity ☆ Only have one child

Generation 3: Red You lived in luxury thanks to your parent but did that make you a little spoiled? Maybe. you say as you move to a big mansion in the tropics. But you do actually have a job! You are a lifeguard and you save tons of cute tourists everyday. Yeah, maybe you did buy an hotel just to flex but can't be that hard to run one of those?

Traits: Family, Great kisser, Loves to swim OR Sailor, Party animal, Snob Job: Lifeguard then Resort owner LTW: Resort Empire OR Seaside Savior

☆ Have only one child ☆ Buy and run an hotel when you are an adult ☆ Reach level 5 of scuba diving ☆ Have one of those people you saved OR a mermaid be your future partner ☆ Own a house boat

Generation 4: Blue You had a little bit of a rough childhood, sure you were rich but your snobby parent barely gave you any of that rich money so you start working on cars on the side to make some side money, but turns out you LOVE it. You’ve always craved that big family life and you will spoil your children rotten in ALL the ways.

Traits: Family Trait, Family oriented, Slob, Schmoozer, Vehicle Enthusiast LTW: Surrounded by Family Job: Work at a part-time job OR Daycare before you quit to start making cars for a living

☆ Meet your partner in high school and marry as soon as you both age up to YA ☆ Be best friend with all your children ☆ Fix up ATLEAST 10 cars ☆ Throw family parties every season ☆ Buy every thing your children wishes for

Generation 5: Green You had an amazing but messy childhood. You had everything. A big loving family! But that also meant no privacy and you couldn’t do what you love the most without your siblings disturbing, science. So now you just want to be alone.

Traits: Family Trait, Loner, Eccentric, Neat, Grumpy LTW: Monster Maker Job: Science Career or none

☆ Move to a new town and the house should be as far away from the town as possible and never move out ☆ Make imaginary friend real ☆ Have ONE friend ☆ Marry your (only) friend OR an alien/imaginary friend/simbot ☆ Master the inventing skill ☆ Build two simbots optional: have an alien baby

Generation 6: Pink Having been stuck in the same town, in the same house, you need something new! You need adventure! And you want to capture it all. But you also have to get home to look after your plants.

Traits: Family Trait, Daredevil, Outgoing, Gatherer/Green Fingers, Adventurous LTW: World class gallery OR Great explorer

☆ Go to China, Egypt and France ☆ Master the photographing and gardening skills ☆ Complete atleast 3 thombs at each location ☆ Marry someone from China, France or Egypt ☆ Get atleast one VISA ☆ Have a big garden with every plant

Generation 7: Orange You have always loved horses, a horse girl (or boy, or person) if you will. But having your own horses and a big ranch is expensive and your parent wasted it all on traveling so you work smart not hard!

Traits: Family Trait, Equestrian, Horse Lover, Dislikes children, Mooch LTW: Gold Digger OR The Jockey Job: Any job before you get married then quit

☆ Start with 30 000 simoleons ☆ Marry rich and have them mysteriously die ☆ Master the nectar making skill and riding skills ☆ Win a competition on the highest level for racing ☆ Have 3 or more horses ☆ Have twins

Generation 8: Grey Yes you are twins, you look exactly like each other but your personalities couldn’t be more different. One of you got your nose in the books since you had the chance, always got good grades, got the diploma and finally got your dream job. While the other wasn’t as lucky in school, it was just too hard but you still go to university with your twin and you might have not gotten the best grades but you sure had fun and also met your soulmate.

☆ Have both twins as heir ☆ Go to university with both twins

Twin 1 Traits: Family Trait, Over-emotional, Irresistible, Workaholic, Non-Committal Job: Politcian OR Doctor LTW: Master Romancer OR perfect student ☆ Have a rocky relationship with your partner/partners ☆ Get married for the first time as an older elder ☆ Max charisma skill ☆ Only have one child or none ☆ Good grades ☆ Get the naughty reputation Optional: Get two diplomas

Twin 2 Traits: Family Trait, Loser, Artistic, Easily impressed, Nurturing LTW: Jack of all trades ☆ Have 5 or more different jobs ☆ Get fired from at least 3 jobs ☆ Meet the love of your life in university ☆ Max painting OR sculpting skill ☆ Bad grades ☆ Have two or more children ☆ Help children with all skills ☆ Get the Eternally Faithful reputation

Generation 9: Plum Your parent got you this supernatural book for you when you were a kid about werewolves, witches, vampires… All of it! Ever since then you have been hooked. Can you find it out in the real world too? And of course, your cat is sleeping right beside you while you read.

Traits: Family Trait, Bookworm, Supernatural Fan, Socially Awkward OR Brooding, Cat Lover LTW: Any from the Supernatural expension Job: Fortune teller OR Ghost hunter

☆ Max the writing skill (writing supernatural books) ☆ Don’t have a tv in your house, only books and computer ☆ Marry a supernatural creature ☆ Become a supernatural creature ☆ Own 3 cats or more Optional: Find cure to become human again

Generation 10: Turquoise

In the works...

If you play this challenge you can use the hashtag #mixed legacy or tag me!

and please give any feedback you might have! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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mcflymemes · 9 months

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PROMPTS FROM HITMAN 3 * assorted dialogue from the video game, adjust as necessary

eliminate them, and the war would be over.

look closer.

no one is untouchable.

i don't suppose there's any point calling for help.

people aren't meant to be controlled.

this... is a kindness.

it's good to be back.

that's not who i am anymore.

you're making a mistake!

this is what it means to lose everything.

whatever your plan is... i'll help you if i can.

you're sure about this?

and yet... here you are.

seems i brought this on myself.

it began here... and it ends here. talk about poetic.

if that's your winning face, i'd hate to see you lose.

happy hunting.

this is not how people work.

i choose this path because i can.

see you on the other side.

please join me in the real world.

it's a secret passage.

there will always be people like them, so there will always be people like us.

we've got a plane to catch.

get me a drink. a strong one.

i trust you already know what this is.

the ceremony is well underway.

they are already in position and ready to assist.

come in, [name], do you copy?

it's a list of the possible suspects.

soon, this will be over.

maybe it's time to think about the future.

i'd rather be here supporting you.

oh, i'm sure you can handle it. that's what i pay you for.

are you in position?

look... you don't have to follow them, you know.

i'm heading towards the point of entry.

right. this is our moment, [name].

today... we return the favor.

the plan stays the same.

i see someone got his memory back.

wait, is that a beacon?

hey, it's me. sorry to wake you up.

we're not the ones who let him escape.

come on, let's walk. need to tell you a bit about what i expect from you.

what the hell?

we'll keep track of her. make sure she doesn't.

their quiet dominance endures to this day.

they likely suspect that we're coming.

i will infiltrate building controls and disable all electronic doors and elevators.

they are about to find they have nowhere left to run.

to it, we were just assets to use and throw away.

it never gave us a single thought... until now.

after decades in the shadows, we are fighting back.

much has been lost.

we are closer now than ever.

in their downfall, we lay the past to rest.

look towards the future.

we've been compromised.

power never dies. it only changes hands.

[name], it's time.

you know, i never planned this far ahead.

confirm target locations, over.

right. we have a situation.

i told you we could help each other, and i meant it.

they left the building... and i think i know why.

he persuaded one of the sailors into setting him free.

i can only assume they're rushing to contain the damage.

[name], what's the status?

get back to me when you're there.

at least i die knowing who i am.

embrace who you were always meant to be.

that... is a very dangerous problem for me.

i think i can override the controls from here.

i'm in position.

over here! cover me!

or what? you're gonna take us all on?

i've received more information about your situation.

once you've infiltrated it, get your bearings.

i'm sure there must be floor plans somewhere.

[name], we can't talk here.

why not simply take it?

did you notice anything out of the ordinary?

we need absolute focus on this one.

don't worry. they're not going anywhere.

how lovely to see so many friendly and familiar faces here today.

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antisocialxconstruct · 2 years

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Okay I think I've finally condensed my Stray Meta Analysis into a clear thesis but I can't really get into it without just going over the entire story right up to the ending and the final shot SO major spoilers ahead.

Stray is not actually a story about going home. It's about letting go of the past in order to move forward.

I don't think this is an especially daring reading, (you're all but hit over the head with it right at the end) but I think it's easier to miss because there is also such a strong sentiment of love and community and remembrance in the way the setting and its characters are presented. Specifically, I've seen multiple people disappointed that the end doesn't feature you being reunited with your littermates from the opening. But I think that with the advantage of hindsight, you realize that you were warned that this was your path right from the beginning, and it becomes more and more obvious as you go.

Where do you begin the story? With your littermates, living in blissful ignorance inside the wall. You were always inside the city, even though you weren't as deep as the companions and you had no awareness of the fact that you were trapped. As soon as you fall into the slums and get tasked with opening the gates and leaving the city, the reality of your situation is made clear: there is no path back to where you started.

This is even more emphasized by your dealings with the Outsiders along the way, and in particular I think Clementine says it best: "It's not that everyone has to get to the Outside. But one of us has to." They all dreamed of being the ones to open the city and usher in a new era, and with the possible exception of Zbaltazar, they are all in some way held in place by their determination to realize that dream. (Zbaltazar is certainly fixed in place but I would argue it's more by their reluctance to engage with the dream at all anymore.) Momo is paralyzed by survivor's guilt and needs to prove to themself the others are still out there, Doc is quite literally trapped in the sewers testing the weapon that was supposed to free everyone, and Clementine is in hiding from the Sentinels who have deemed their idea too radical. Ultimately, however, they must all let that dream go in order to usher you forward. Doc passes the defluxor on to you, Momo has to stay behind to ensure you can leave the sewers, and Clementine has to hold off the Sentinels so you can escape. The new era can be ushered in, with their help, but not by them.

At every stage, you are also physically incapable of going backward. You can't get back to the slums through the sewers because the doors are out of order and you don't have a boat. You can't go back to Antvillage simply because the vents aren't traversable in the other direction, and you can't go back to Midtown because the Sentinels are after you. Through both the narrative and pure game mechanics, you have left everyone behind. And then this reaches its purest and most heartbreaking climax in the control room.

B12, of course, makes the ultimate sacrifice in service of the future. He accepts that there is no "preserving the memories of humanity" anymore, humans are long gone and what matters is that the companions are still here, and they need to change, to move forward. You have both come so far, and neither one of you could have done it without the other, but you can't go any further together, and one of you needs to keep moving forward. It has to be you.

And when the cutscene ends, you find yourself there, unmoving, with your friend. And you can stay there with him for as long as you want, but ultimately, to complete the game, to realize the dream that everyone worked and sacrificed to get you this close to, to step out through the gates and see the true expanse of the Outside...you have to get up, and walk away. You have to choose to let him go.

Stray is absolutely a game about love, but it is also a game about the steady march of time, about being changed by your experiences, and about cherishing the things you are forced to leave behind.

#stray #stray game #stray spoilers #I'M SERIOUS if you read this you will know exactly how the story ends don't read it if you're still playing #mine

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wildgirllz · 1 year

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Hello! I saw your post about requests and was wondering if you could do a Sam Winchester x reader story inspired by tattoo song (Loreen). Maybe with a little angst and a cute happy ending.

Ofc! Here you go <3

Like a Tattoo

Warnings: Angst, kissing muahaha, I’m such a cornball please 😭

The sound of the music filled the room as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You had always been a fan of tattoos, but never had the courage to get one until now. You had finally decided to take the plunge and get a tattoo on your wrist that read, "It will come a day, when we will find our way.”

You had chosen the quote because it reminded you to make the most of the time you had and to live your life to the fullest.

As you sat there, lost in thought, you heard a knock at your door. "Come in," you called out.

The door opened and in walked Sam Winchester, the tall, dark, and handsome hunter you had been crushing on for months. He looked at you and smiled, "Hey, Y/N. What's up?"

You turned to face him and held up your wrist, showing him your new tattoo. "I just got this tattoo. What do you think?"

Sam walked over to you and examined the tattoo. "I love it. That's a great quote. Where did you get it done?"

"At a shop down the street," you replied, looking up at him.

Sam nodded and then hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," you said, curious as to what was on his mind.

Sam took a deep breath and looked at you with a serious expression, "Do you ever feel like our lives are just a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering?"

You were taken aback by his question and paused for a moment before answering, "Yeah, I do. But I also believe that we can find happiness and purpose in the midst of all the darkness."

Sam nodded slowly, taking in your words. "I guess I just feel like no matter how hard we try, we can never escape our past. It always catches up to us in the end."

You reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Sam, we can't change our past, but we can control our future. We can choose to keep fighting, to keep living, and to make the most of the time we have."

Sam looked at you, his eyes searching for something, "Y/N, can I tell you something?"

"Of course," you said, sensing that whatever he was about to say was important.

Sam took a deep breath and then spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm afraid that I'm never going to find peace. That I'm always going to be haunted by the things I've done, the people I've lost."

You could hear the pain and anguish in his voice and it broke your heart. "Sam, you're not alone. I know it's hard, but you have to keep fighting. You have to believe that things can get better. And you have to have hope."

Sam looked at you, his eyes shining with tears, "Y/N, you give me hope. Every time I'm with you, I feel like I can face anything."

You were taken aback by his words and your heart skipped a beat. You had always known that you had feelings for Sam, but you never thought that he felt the same way.

Before you could say anything, Sam leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and tender, but it was filled with so much emotion and passion. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

When you finally pulled away, you looked up at Sam, your heart racing. "Sam, I-"

He interrupted you, "I know, Y/N. I feel the same way. I've been trying to tell you how I feel for weeks now, but I didn't know how."

You smiled, feeling a wave of emotions wash over you as you realized that your feelings for Sam were reciprocated. You leaned in and kissed him again, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours.

As you broke the kiss, you looked at Sam with a smile on your face. "So, what now?"

Sam smiled back at you, "Now, we keep going. Together. And we find our happiness wherever we can."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You knew that life as a hunter was never going to be easy, but having Sam by your side made it all worth it.

Over the next few weeks, you and Sam grew closer than ever. You spent your days hunting monsters and your nights curled up together, talking about your hopes and dreams for the future. You felt like you had finally found someone who understood you, someone who could relate to the pain and suffering that came with a life of hunting.

One night, as you lay in bed together, Sam turned to you and spoke, "Y/N, I want you to know that I love you. I know that we haven't been together for very long, but I can't imagine my life without you."

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you heard Sam's words. "Sam, I love you too. You're my rock, my constant in this crazy world."

Sam leaned in and kissed you again, his lips soft and warm against yours. As you broke the kiss, you both knew that you had found something special, something worth fighting for.

Over the next few months, you and Sam continued to hunt monsters and fight the forces of darkness. But you did it together, with a newfound sense of purpose and hope. You knew that life was never going to be easy, but as long as you had each other, you could face anything.

And every time you looked at your wrist, at the tattoo that reminded you that we are all stories in the end, you knew that you were writing your own story. A story of love, of hope, and of never giving up, no matter how hard things got. And you knew that Sam was a major character in that story, a character that you would never forget.

#Sam Winchester #Sam Winchester x reader #Sam Winchester fluff #Sam Winchester angst #Sam Winchester x fem!reader #Sam Winchester x female reader #Sam Winchester fanfiction #Sam Winchester fic #supernatural #spn

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alittlextrathatway · 4 months

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Lyric: (from WHAT I HAVE by Kelsea): "Cause I got a roof over my head

I got a warm body in bed

I'm doing alright right where I'm at

With what I have"

Location: Bedroom

Going canon again, here we go.

***

After an emotionally trying day, Matt wakes up the next morning to the soft sounds of humming. He turns toward where his favorite person should be asleep next to him and finds the space warm but empty. Groaning in a wordless complaint, he cracks one eye open. It's just enough to see the bedroom door is open and the light is on in the hall bathroom. As he sits up, his eyes drift to his phone on the nightstand. It's morning, for sure, and he has an early afternoon flight to catch. He knows he should get up and get on with his day.

But getting on with this particular day means leaving someone behind and his instincts are screaming against that idea. He just got her back, he can't leave her now.

Still, putting it off won't stop the day from beginning.

He swipes his boxers off the floor, putting them on as he walks. Following the gentle melodic humming, he finds Sylvie just inside the open bathroom door, brushing her teeth.

She rinses, spits, and then smiles at him as if showing off her newly cleaned pearly whites. He chuckles lowly, reaching out for the bottom hem of his t-shirt Sylvie seems to have borrowed. He uses it to tug her forward, within arm's length, and then hugs her to him.

"Good morning," she says as her arms go around his waist. "Future husband."

"Good morning," he mimics, dipping his head to kiss her slowly and intrusively. She tastes like toothpaste and he loves it. It reminds him of all the mundane daily rituals he missed while they were apart and how he won't have to miss them for too much longer. "Future wife."

"I didn't wake you, did I?"

"You didn't but the lack of you did."

"Missing me already, huh?"

The teasing nature of the conversation escapes him for a moment as more somber thoughts intrude. She truly has no idea how deeply he struggled all these months without her. "Always." He lets that statement sit for a poignant beat, and then locks his arms around her back and lifts. As her feet leave the ground, he walks them out of the bathroom and down the hall. "Come back to bed. I'm not ready to start the day yet."

She laughs and grabs onto him, despite them both knowing he would never drop her. "Ready or not it's gonna happen, Matt."

"Just come and lay down with me for a few more minutes," he begs. "I wanna enjoy holding you while I can."

Her smile grows but her eyes start to water. The smile tells him she's not holding back tears of sadness, but rather tears of joy and perhaps disbelief. "Well, how can I possibly say no to that?"

He sets her down on the bed and then quickly joins her. They climb under the covers and then meet in the middle of her bed, arms instinctively going around each other.

"I really thought I'd messed us up forever," Sylvie admits as she rests her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his middle.

After pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he offers her comfort by rubbing his hands up and down her arms. "I messed up first, Sylvie. I'm the one who let you believe there was any version of a future where I wouldn't choose you over Portland."

"I should've talked to you about it though, not shoved it all down and tried to reconcile it on my own."

Maybe she should have, but in his mind his offense was worse than hers. "And I should've made more of an effort to see you and talk to you. We both had something to work on and room to grow. But I don't want to spend this moment thinking about the past. I want to spend the morning in the present with you."

She nods against his shoulder and then tucks herself further into him. "You're right"

He lifts her left hand from his chest and kisses her fingers, just above her engagement ring. "In this moment, I'm as alright as I've ever been. I've got you in this bed with me to keep me warm, a roof over our heads, and I'm home in my favorite city in the world. I have everything I've ever wanted and more."

"Me too," she agrees, kissing his shoulder. "You, the boys, Julia, and the job are all I'm ever gonna need. Nothing in this world makes me happier than any of that."

After years of trying, they're finally on the same page at the same time. His life has never felt more fulfilling than it does when he's waking up with her. They have a few more months of separation to get through, but once that's done he'll never have to wake up without her again.

#brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #tvaddictandolicitylover #prompt fic #my fic #angellwings writes

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mysadblacksoul · 30 days

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Hi, so Next Semester, ey?

God this song hits so close to my heart. Not just as a uni student, but also as a young adult who is trying to navigate her life in any logical way So thank you for that guys Then the theories (because why the hell would they make a MV without lore, am I right folks?) MV!

Overall red tones: drumsticks, logo, stage as well as the Blurryface paint brings us back to the Blurryface era for sure

Like it's a callback to the past, do you see my vision?

Could it be a fist show that they did after fully escaping Dema and doing it on their own terms? Maybe

But some scenes give me dream like sequence. Like Tyler is just imagining how the life would be if he succeded to escape

The going back and forth on the road is a callback to the times when he tried to escape, with little to no luck

People are not only there in person, but they also are moved by the music and know the words. So for sure it's different audience that they had in Dema

The ukulele makes me think that we travelled even more back in time. Honestly, it feels like a callback to the RAB era

It also gives me parallel to the Car Radio MV, just way calmer this time

Now this gives heavydirtysoul

But did you notice that the thing (car? person?) was going full speed on Tyler and he was the one who got out the way every time, yet it just circled around Josh (just like in HDS)

The middle of the road also gives me Truce vibes

So with the lyrics, the whole MV gives me the vibe of being closer and closer to the true freedom

Lyrics!

No-no-no, no-no-no - disapproval of the current situation, pretty easy

Stand up straight now / Can't break down - I would say this are pretty self explanatory feelings of Mr Clancy in Dema. He simply cannot break down, or he would let down not only himself but also the people who he leads

Graduate now - It doesn't need to be literal, it could mean to finish something quickly

It's a taste test / Of what I hate less - The feeling of having to choose the lesser evil. That no matter what you gonna choose it's still gonna be bad

Can you die of anxiousness?/ I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here / What's about to happen? What's about to happen? - Valid question tbh. All of it are the feelings of intense anxiety and a desire to escape from the current situation. There is a sense of fear and uncertainty about the future

I remember certain things / What I was wearing - Vivid memories about the certain time and place. Like every escape attempt is important

The yellow dashes in the street - Could be both the lines on the road, but also the yellow Bandito tape. And could the number of the dashes be 300? Like in Overcompensate?

I prayed those lights would take me home - That this one, this attempt will be the the last one. Plus the torches used by Banditos, like a symbol of hope

Then I heard, "Hey, kid, get out of the road!" - Solid reality check

Can't feel my legs / I might suffocate / There's a pressure in my chest - More feeling of nervousness and uncertainty. Everything Clancy feels while running

And then he slowed down / And rolled down his window - So now we know that the speeding thing was a car, but who the hell was driving it

Can't change what you've done - You can't redo the attempts of escaping, but you can always learn from them. It's a reminder not to look back and always look forward to the next, better things

Start fresh next semester - It doesn't have to be literal semester, could be year, day, month. Just gain back your strenght, calm down and try again. Yesterday may have been lost, but what matters is that you don't give up and keep going. You're still fighting

#band #emo bands #emo #emo quartet #twenty øne piløts #twenty one pilots #tyler joseph #josh dun #skeleton clique #tøp clique #twenty one pilots new album #twenty one pilots theories #twenty one pilots clancy #clikkies #new semester

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futuristicmiraclenightmare · 7 months

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About Jjk 236, I could be mistaken but I believe it was actually Nanami who took North.

Hear me out

Nanami says "he was always someone who looked back at the past" choosing South means returning to your old self." But in that moment when Haibara and Yuji both came before his eyes "he found it ironic that he chose to bet on the future"

I think what he meant was when he said "with no hesitation I chose South" that was before Haibara intervened, Haibara essentially stopped Nanami from choosing that route.

So Nanami chose to just leave the rest to Yuji, entrusting the future in the hands of the next generation in the end he had no regrets while dying.

I believe Gojo is the one who chose South in the end because choosing South meant that he would be returning to his old self, it's no coincidence that the moment he finds himself in the limbo he's suddenly a teenager again surrounded by people he cherished(besides Toji)during the 3 years of his youth, that was a time before he was established solely as the strongest sorcerer, that time he was able to form meaningful bonds with people without feeling like they were far too out of reach for him.

(Plus the title of the chapter is quite literally "heading South" )

Regardless of whether or not he will be revived in the future I think the point of the chapter was to mark the death of the strongest sorcerer because the first time Gojo died he came back as the honored one and killed Toji, the second time he was killed by Sukuna and became an ordinary person once again that's what he always wanted in the end. To be able to relate to others, probably one of the reasons why Geto meant so much to him from the glimpses we saw of kid Gojo he was a likely a lonely kid, his clan was said to treat him like a deity so he likely grew up cold and distant because that's all he ever know but when he came to jujutsu high he finally met someone who could stand a chance to be at equal calibar with him, Geto (and Shoko) didn't treated him as someone to be respected or feared they treated him like a normal person, just their friend Satoru.

He also speaks of flowers during his conversation with Geto"you can help a flower to bloom, you can admire it, but you can't expect to say " I want you to understand me" ". I think the flowers are a metaphorical way of representing the students he nurtured along the way, in their presence he doesn't feel loneliness anymore but he accepts that no matter what they were incapable of understanding how he feels, he's not even sad about that anymore he's accepted it as a universal fact, like the grass is green, and the skies are blue, no one can understand him for who he is and that's true.

He wanted someone to share that burden with, which he seeked in Geto once upon a time, then he sought the same feeling from Sukuna.

He was never able to truly escape the solitude that came with his title, hence why he always looks back at his past because that was a time where he had even a tad bit of normalcy to build relationships and relate to other people because at the end of the day all he really wanted was to be like everyone else to even some degree. He likes being the strongest but he doesn't want to be alone he wants someone, an equal to share that sentiment with.

Kashimo asks this to Sukuna in ch 237 "were you born the strongest or did you become the strongest?" I think that question highlights a lot of parallels Sukuna has with Gojo

Gojo was literally born the strongest but his journey is to become a normal human(I mean that metaphorically he is obviously a human but you know what I mean)and Sukuna's journey was that he was born an ordinary person but he rose and clawed his way to becoming the strongest.

In a way Gojo developed love, compassion and overall humanity despite his abilities transcending that of any other sorcerer's.

And Sukuna threw away everything that made him into a human, and became a cursed object.

Ofc I could be mistaken so feel free to correct me.

#jjk 236 #jjk ch 236 #analysis #satoru gojo #sukuna ryomen #suguru geto #nanami kento #north or south #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #Jujutsu kaisen spoilers #manga spoilers #gojo satoru

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Loves Revolution

Chapter 4

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw (as Micheal Collins) x Jake Seresin (as Harry Boland) x OC! Madison Cassidy

Summary: Bradley, Jake and Maddie have been friends for many years ongoing. Bradley from Cork and Jake and Madison from the troubled Dublin, have been close for life. Now fighting in the 1916 Easter rising and the ongoing history to the Treaty and the independence of Ireland their story lives on.

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood, drinking, cursing, SMUT

You didn't want it to end this way, not now, not ever. De Valera decided to go to the United States of America to tell them about your troubles with the English and to get some sponsorship.

You always wanted to go to America, see the land everyone wished for but you were stuck in this shitty hole instead. You couldn't do anything about it, there was no proper escape and your only chance of going De Valera didn't choose you to be on his side. He chose Jake.

Which leads you to know. Both of you are standing on the train platform, have his arms wrapped around you as you pull him close. He pulls you on tighter than ever before, to take the moment and taste it. He wanted to capture the moment and save it.

He didn't want to leave you. Not now after everything that has happened. He told Bradley about the two of you, you and Jake established something between the two of you but this was his job. His job was to serve his country until Ireland was free again.

"Mads, I'll be back in no time," he whispers to you, kissing the top of your head as his pointer finger lifts your chin so his lips mix with yours. It was a sense of euphoria. Your final kiss until the future. You don't know how long he'll be gone so you take the moment to savour it.

"I got to go Mads. Bradley will take care of you. I'll be back to win this," one last kiss and you two part. One last kiss and he's gone.

You stand there for a moment, finally letting go. You couldn't stay here much longer, the plan is still on and people could easily recognise you for what you've done in the past.

You start to walk back to the entrance of the but you were getting stopped by two loyal Irish police officers. You try to avoid them but they catch you. One thing that Jake said before leaving was this. Bradley will take care of you.

"Hey lads, can't a man just say goodbye to his wife," Bradley comes and grabs you by the hip and tilts you into a kiss. His lips collide with yours aggressively and you can't fight him off you.

Once the guards walk away he lets you go and you look at him in fury. You were fuming. He just kissed you. He just broke your trust. "Bradley l, where in the hell you think you can treat me like that?!" You whisper shouted at him but he lays a finger on your lips and says.

"I promised Jake I'd take care of you and I just saved your ass."

It's been a months since Jake left. Apparently him and De Valera were making some progress in the United States but who knew. You responded against the English. Shooting in the streets, in their own homes, public meetings but they got you back.

They caught one of your men. You don't know where you don't know how but they were brutal. They tortured the young lad to death and then shot him. They tossed his body out of a moving vehicle on the streets and that was just the bare minimum.

They shot at a Gaelic game. They came in with their guns and artillery and shot at the crowd and players. Adults, kids, and players lost their lives that day. There was no hope, that's how it felt.

Every time you hit the English, they hit back harder.

You needed to relax. To take a break from the cruel reality you were stuck in, desperate to get out. You run yourself a bath and get one of your books.

You strip off your layers and hang the previously worn clothing on the small chair in your room, entering the bathroom already naked. You remove the top slip of that fluffy dress, removing the tip layer of the skirt.

You remove the button up top, undoing each of the black little buttons that go across the front. It leaves you to the white, puffy layer of your dress as you quickly remove it letting it pool around your feet.

You are left only in your undergarments and a light corset. You've always hated corsets but as much as they bring you discomfort they are useful in such situations and places. You undo ever ribbon the crisscrossed the back. You unpin your bra letting it down on the floor and remove your lace panties.

You slip into the warm water, lying on your stomach. It was hard to read this way but otherwise you wouldn't have got reading and instead you'd soak the book.

You let yourself soak. The water was just fine to soak away your deep thoughts. Ever since Jake left you and Bradley bonded in a weird way, you couldn't quite explain what it was but it was there. The warm water just helped you forget, it was a cleansing mechanism for this exact situation.

"Shit sorry," Bradley said entering the bathroom but you didn't even notice him come in until he let out the apology. You smile at him and sink a little bit lower to allow yourself to cover up even if it's in the slightest way.

"Don't worry about it. You don't have to leave," you let out, plumping your delicate lips, saying it with a slight plea. Bradley took a step forward and you gave him an approving nod and put your book down. You flipped from your stomach onto your back, exposing your tender breasts to the air and his view.

Your nipples were peaking. The warm water is not calming down the heat you feel since he's entered. You slightly push your hips upwards as you wave him over more and he takes another step and begins to strip.

He takes off his fancy trousers, undoing that top button and taking his time to undo the small zipper that was across his crotch. He started to undo the white, milky button top, going at every single button, as they undo in his fingers. He slips off his elegant suit jacket and it ends up on the floor. He kicks off his shoes and slips down his boxers, exposing his large cock that springs back onto his stomach and you lift yourself to give him room to slip behind you.

He takes the offer. Holding on tightly to each side of the bath, slipping in behind you until he got comfortable. Once he's settled you lower yourself against him, feeling his hard, rock on against your ass cheek. You lean back fully on him and Bradley begins to kiss your neck, bit by bit he covers your collar bone and neck in love marks and bites.

You let out groans and moans every once in a while and begin to slowly move your hips back and forth. Bradley is soo mesmerized in kissing your neck that barely notices when you ask him a question. "You sent out your men?"

He stops for a second, pulling off your neck as he looks at you as you turn your head to make eye contact with him. He looks you in the eye for a good two seconds then answers. "This time we strike harder, no matter what."

After that bath, things went dirty and unforgotten. Your wrapped in your towel as you sit down on your bed in the hotel as Bradley on has a towel wrapped around his waist as he peaks through the tiniest gap in the curtains that cover the windows.

The curtains block the view of one of the most modest streets of the city, hiding you away from the outside danger. "Bradley?" You ask. You need to know, and you needed the information now. You expected him to turn around and look at you but he was starting out the window at the streets and responded to you with a hum.

"How did we do?" You needed to know if any of your men where treated like trash like the previous one and the one previous that one and the one before them. You needed to know if you've sent out innocent boys to die again.

"Let's hope we hit harder."

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