the beginner's drama challenge by @cosmoosims

*base game only*

Eight generations, each with their own unique storylines and drama-filled tasks to complete! I started making this sometime last year when I had less packs and mods than I do now (I literally only have 4 packs lmao) and I wanted something base-game friendly that also forced me to play emotionally different than I do now.

This is a base game challenge but feel free to use any and all mods/packs/etc to make it your own!

Feel free to play along with me, and post your own images using the tag #bdc :)

GOOGLE DOC

for the goals of each gen, click the google doc above!

Gen One: Evil Mastermind

Backstory Who says all villains are heartless? Despite aspiring to be the greatest criminal the world has ever seen, this Sim can’t help but want to begin a long, fulfilling generation. Being a criminal isn’t the wealthiest career but this Sim vows to give their children everything they want! Now, if only they could keep their evilness in check…

Gen Two: Adrenaline Junkie

Backstory Living with a criminal has turned this Sim into an adrenaline junkie! They crave adventure and anything that will get their heart racing. What better than to become a Secret Agent and work for S.I.M? As well as getting high on life, this Sim loves to make others laugh. Unfortunately, sometimes their jokes can be a little on the mean side, which doesn’t earn them many friends…

Gen Three: Homemade Hermit

Backstory This Sim's parent was always on the go-go-go and now all they want to do is settle down for a quiet life with only their paintings for company. Unfortunately, sometimes their independent nature gets the best of them, causing a rift in both family and friendships alike. Because of this, this sim is seldom happy tied to anyone, and often pushes others away. The only person they want to be with is a ghost they haven’t seen since their childhood…

Gen Four: Villainous Valentine

Backstory After living a sheltered life, this sim just wants to live a little! If that means breaking hearts left and right, then so what? Growing up alone has numbed them to human emotions, including their own. Oh, well! At least they have money to console them, and an increasing pile of bodies…

Gen Five: From the Ground Up

Backstory All this sim wants to do is rise to the top as an Athlete and destroy their competition. After running away from home as a teen, they're more motivated than ever to become the greatest. But their carelessness gets the best of them and soon they end up with too many kids and barely enough money to feed them! Guess it's time to pack up their dreams and crawl back home to a parent they hate…

Gen Six: Style Influencer

Backstory This sim’s parent did the best they could, but growing up with so many siblings really grated them the wrong way. There was no attention left for them! Now they’ve moved out and found their true passion in creating and crafting outfits, but that little spark of jealousy has never left them. Dating taken sims has its ups and downs, but one thing’s for sure; at least this sim is taking attention away from another!

Gen Seven: Ground Control to Major

Backstory This sim’s parent always had their head firmly planted in the ground, but they can’t help that theirs is somewhere up amongst the stars. Everything seems to be going well down on Earth, especially when they marry and have kids with the love of their life, but what could be going on up there on Sixam? What lies in the great expanse of space? This sim has to find out, even at the cost of their family…

Gen Eight: That’s 50’s Show

Backstory Having an absentee sim as a parent has messed this sim up in a big way, but they’re determined to work through it. Sure, a white-picket fence and kids running around the house is a dream for them, but it’s a lot harder to stay committed than it looks. Feeling trapped, this sim can’t help but reach out to someone that isn’t tied to as many responsibilities as their partner is…

just a bunch of baddies

Woo! Finally got a copy of my professional tickle video with @mister-ttt!! Likely gonna start making gifs and a short video after work tomorrow!! 🥳

ds | mj june | excerpt from: chapter 6: those that choose

sibling suffering snippet as requested and voted on! see below for taglist and image description~

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I couldn’t help the ice in my voice as I turned away, not wanting to look at either of them anymore. “I’ll be of age at dawn. Don’t patronize me.” “Without having a sample from one of the salamanders, I’m not sure there is anything we can do that we haven’t already done.” “What kind of sample?” A new voice rang out. “Sasha. Don’t.” I turned to see Mami standing in the doorway. She had that look at on her face I hadn’t seen in a long time. It was a look of sorrow, where everything on her seemed to droop: her shoulders, her chin, her mouth, even her eyes and nose and hairline. Every ounce of her seemed too heavy, an exhaustion making all of her movements too slow. I ignored her. “What kind of sample, Miva?” “The only thing that might help is having the substance, pure and untouched from the salamander itself. If we can purify the poison before it has transferred to something else, we may be able to break down its components and–” “Miva, enough. No false hopes." “It is not,” Miva said, her fists once again grabbing the loose fabric of her splits. “It might be a long shot, but it is not false.” “It is false,” Mami said. “We all saw the direction they went. The salamanders are from The Heart. I am sure of it. There is no hope for a cure.” I watched Miva’s knuckles turn as white as her pants. That was why she was my favorite cousin. She was the only one willing to stand up to my mami the way I did. “Maybe they will return. If they do, we can try to capture one.” But there was no overcoming her when she was like this. As her eldest child, I knew it best. “We have no idea why they came here; what led them here. But we must put our efforts into warning the rest of Mutani and setting up protections for next time. Even our cleric, who is the most travelled of all of us, has never heard of or seen salamanders like these.” Despite the weight of her body and her words, Mami’s voice did not falter. “We must heal our wounds, and focus on protecting and healing our land.” “Of course.” Miva nodded, slow and solemn. Though I couldn’t see Mami over my shoulder, Miva fidgeted for a moment before me, eyes flicking between me and her. Then she bowed and left, her softness brushing my bruised arm, but I managed to hide my flinch. Alone with Mami, there was nothing left to censor her. Yet she would censor me. “Go to the temple. You must be at your best for your Selection tomorrow. They can likely heal you better than we can.” The fire ignited in me again, yet I knew I could say nothing without it exploding. I cared not for my Selection. It did not matter if I healed. It did not matter what I’d choose. Nothing mattered while Saya was slowly wasting away. “I know how you feel, but you cannot give up your life for this.” Her voice lowered to a whisper, soft and strained. “She would not want you to.” Though everything she said made me ache, it was this only piece of truth in her words that stopped me from breaking. I felt her hand on my shoulder, a squeeze that was at first gentle and reassuring, but grew hard enough to dig into my bruised skin. A warning. She would not want you to. She was not talking about my Selection anymore. “I will not lose anyone else.” As I knew her, she knew me. So she should also know, no matter what she said, there was no stopping me.

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Aspects: A Homestuck Fan Project

I challenged myself to write a short piece of music inspired by each aspect, and it proved to be a really fun and informative project. I imposed minimal restrictions on myself and paid little attention to musical rules, which was very freeing. Each track is very different, and I feel like has a lot of personality. I hope you'll give them a listen!

Individual tracks: Blood Breath Doom Life Time Space Mind Heart Void Light Rage Hope

“ so you kissed [him], and then you... “ “ ran away. i mean... “ + Thomas?

From this prompt list.

Warnings: Not much, just fluff with the tiniest bit of angst.

“Y/N, there you are. Thomas has been looking for you everywhere,” Alison said with a sigh of relief, as she opened the door to the attic and saw you huddled there in the corner. “Haven’t you heard him calling out to you?”

“Yeah, I heard him…” you replied, too embarrassed to make eye contact with her. You'd just screwed up, big time, and you had no idea what to do. Of course, being a ghost, you couldn't leave the grounds of Button House, so you did the next best thing; you hid in the attic. You'd hoped that no one would find you up there, but you had been wrong.

"You're planning on just ignoring him, then?" Alison asked, shutting the door and walking over to sit beside you. "Because I know from experience that doesn't work."

“I just don’t know what else to do…” You hid your face in your hands, as you thought about what you had done. Thomas was your friend, and yes, you’d had a crush on him for a long time, but you’d been doing well keeping your feelings to yourself. You hadn’t wanted to make things weird.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened? Thomas didn’t really explain what was going on. He was too busy… you know, being Thomas.” He’d been running around frantically trying to find you, far too emotional to be able to actually articulate what was going on. 

You sat up straight, trying to look a lot calmer than you actually were. “Well… we were in the library, sitting by the window, and Thomas was reading me his latest poem. He looked so beautiful, with the sunlight shining on him, and you know that sparkle he gets in his eyes when he’s so passionate about something…” You sighed dreamily at the memory of his face. Alison smiled to herself as you continued. “In that moment all I could think about was how much I love him, and how nice it would be to kiss him, and so… I kissed him.”

“So you kissed him, and then you…”

“Ran away. I mean…” Your face was once again buried in your hands, irritated with yourself for being so stupid. “I didn’t know what else to do! He didn’t kiss me back, and he just looked at me with this blank expression. I couldn’t handle it, I had to get out of there. God, he must be so mad at me…”

“He’s not mad at you, Y/N,” Alison told you, and you looked over to her in shock, your eyes wide. “He’s just upset, because he’s worried that you’re mad at him. He wants to apologise to you.”

“Why does he want to apologise to me? I’m the one who kissed him without permission. I wouldn’t blame him if he hated me now.” 

Alison sighed. She didn’t know how someone could be quite that oblivious. “He doesn’t hate you, Y/N, I know that for sure. I think you and Thomas need to talk. Why don’t you come downstairs so we can sort this whole thing out?”

Reluctantly, you agreed, and followed Alison downstairs in search of Thomas, as your stomach turned with anxiety.

*

It didn’t take long to find Thomas, not with him running around desperately shouting out your name. Once you’d caught sight of him, Alison gave you a look, gently encouraging you to go and speak to him. As soon as she saw her chance she left, wanting to let the two of you have some privacy.

“Um, hey, Thomas,” you said awkwardly, already dreading all of the way this conversation could end. ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you’. ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can be friends anymore’. God, this was all too much.

“Y/N, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I must tell you–”

“Thomas, I’m really sorry for just kissing you like that. It was the wrong thing to do. I wasn’t really thinking, and I no that’s no excuse, but… I'll never do it again.” You took in a shuddering breath, hoping that you wouldn’t start to cry. Everything about this had already been embarrassing enough without you breaking down in tears.

“That is a shame,” Thomas replied, his downcast tone making you take a look at his face. He looked upset, those beautiful eyes of his missing their sparkle. “I was rather hoping that you would.”

“You… what?” That was it. You were dreaming. There was no other explanation.

“I wouldn’t wish for that first kiss to be the only one we ever have.” Thomas stepped closer to you, and you looked up at him in awe, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “I was so frozen with surprise, that I couldn’t even think about reciprocating. So if I lead you to believe that I did not want to kiss you, I must apologise. I was simply shocked that it was finally happening. I have been thinking about what that moment would be like ever since we first met.”

“So have I,” you blurted out, without even thinking. You really needed to stop doing things like that.

“I’m glad.” Thomas smiled sweetly and looked down at the floor for a second, feeling a little bit bashful, before his eyes were back on you. “Perhaps we could forget about that first kiss and… try again?”

“Yeah. I’d like that,” you said, and Thomas moved forward again so there was barely any space between the two of you. He placed his hand against your cheek, and you stared into his eyes, noticing that the sparkle had returned. Your heart swelled with adoration for him – if that were possible – and you couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him and crashing your lips together.

Thankfully this time, Thomas was prepared. He reciprocated enthusiastically, the hand that wasn’t touching your face coming to your waist to pull you closer to him. It was absolutely perfect, everything that you had imagined your first kiss to be. You pulled away from him and grinned widely, an expression that was mirrored in Thomas’ own.

“That was much better, don’t you think?” Thomas asked you, sounding a little bit breathless, and you nodded. He brushed some of your hair away from your face, then his hand was back to caressing your cheek. “But I think I have changed my mind, we shouldn’t forget about our first kiss.”

“Why not?”

“Well, if it hadn’t happened, we wouldn’t have had our second kiss. Or the many that I am sure will follow.” The idea of getting to kiss Thomas all the time made you feel a little bit giddy, and you could only imagine that every time would be even better than the last.

“You’re right, Thomas,” you said, bringing your hands up to gently cup his face. “How about we try for our third?”

Thomas smiled. “Certainly, my dear.”

Requests for fics/drabbles, headcanons, and character preferences are currently OPEN!

Cursed Bunny AU Pt. 2

WANGXIAN

LZ wakes up feeling heavy and dishoriented, he tried opening his eyes for only a second and closed them once again, easily sleeping.

The next time he woke up, he could notice someone here with him, whispering soft untangilable words, covering him with warm blankets. Maybe it was all a terrible nightmare, that he was actually 5 years old and his brother was tucking him to bed, and with that in mind, LZ once again fell asleep, feeling safe from the world and nothing wrong would happen.

He woke up more energetic and alerted than before, enough to notice that he was in an unkown place where everything was gigantic and everything had a smell. With his own heart thumping hard against his chest, he looked at his his hands and only saw a very familiar pair of fluffy paws, one light gray and the other one white as snow.

Oh no.

Quickly, he holded his own face with his paws and confirmed the shape of his face into a small snout, with a twitchy nose, big buck teeth... long droppy ears, he looked at the rest of his body, a rabbit bunny with the biggest fluff-chest he has ever seen in a bunny... He was a rabbit. With powerful and large fluffy feet, his short nails turned into claws made for digging into the ground...

He was a rabbit and his own classmate actually threw him into a river with the intention of killing him... The realization that someone he knew planned on murdering him in cold blood made him shiver, in fact, he didn't notice how hard he was breathing for a bunny.

"Oh you wok- Hey heyheyhey... easy bud... easy, breathe with me." LZ closed his eyes and didn't open them when he heard the soft voice fo a man with him. Not until said man put his hands in his back. "Come on, breathe with me... In... Out.... In... Out"

LZ followed the instructions of the unkown man, how could he exactgly calm down when he WAS A RABBIT?! He slowly calmed down and opened one of his eyes, stop breathing when he saw a handsome young man, with silver eyes and black hair, a beauty to behold.

"You ok?" He asked. "I know you are human, little one, it must have been quiet a scare to suddenly become a rabbit!" He laughed at his own words, only for him to carry his body and press him against his cheek. "Ahhhhh!! You are just so cute I could eat you up!!"

LZ felt the sudden and strange fear of being picked up, and fought to be put back where he was, the man caught the message and instantly put him where he was picked up... it was wooden box with soft blankets in it.

"Sorry, sorry Young Master!" The young man laughed once again, without giving LZ enoguh time to get mad, the person in front of him put a hand over his chest and look directly at him. "My name is Wei Ying nice to meet you."

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

the weirdest fucking thing to me is how men will be like "it's so hard being a man. no one cares that i'm sad. the loneliness we experience could NEVER be understood by a woman" and then also be like "btw i never talk to my friends and i don't know their names and i love hanging out with men because they don't talk about their stupid emotions all the time. women could never understand a bond like this." like ???

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

smitten | adjective | smit·​ten deeply affected with or struck by strong feelings of attraction, affection, or infatuation

based ofc on this

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

Do not separate.

Also there is this extra:

I haven't posted in a while but <333