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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years

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Hi so I've read 2 my chem sports AUs recently (All We Need Is Daylight by Helena_Hathaway and Getting the Gold by frankiesin) and I loved them surprisingly a lot because My Chemical Romance and various sports are not something you'd expect go together. I'm wondering if you know of any other sports AUs?

Hi Nonny!

There's a few Sports AUs I know and if you don't mind High School Sports AUs, there's quite a few of those as well!

Sports AUs

All We Need is Daylight by Helena_Hathaway, Frank/Gerard, 240k [WIP], Explicit. Frank is thrust all too suddenly into a new life, one where he's not warmly welcomed. He's the best goddamn hockey player he knows, though, and he's not going to let anyone take that away from him. Or at least, not until his world comes tumbling down.

Getting the Gold by frankiesin, Mikey/Pete, 9k, General Audiences. It's Mikey's first time as an Olympic coach, and he's navigating the new role pretty well until he meets the men's swim coach. Pete's gorgeous, funny, and entertaining as hell, but Mikey's pretty sure he's already got a boyfriend. Also featuring Mikey and Lindsey being Super Bros, and way too many baby athletes in need of supervision.

you wanna get it for free by akamine_chan, Ray/Mikey, 2k, Explicit. Ray's a wrestler, you see...

Pages In Your Passport by inlovewithnight, Mikey/Pete, 15k, Explicit. Pete pursued soccer instead of music. He has a good long run in the game. Then in 2010, he meets this guy in a band.

The Circuit by stoplightglow, Frank/Gerard, 24k, Teen And Up Audiences. In the world of competitive motorcycle racing, nothing is more prestigious than the Grand Circuit Tour. Americans everywhere gather to watch as the twelve best racers in the nation compete for the title of Circuit Champion and $100,000. Gerard Way is no stranger to the race. When he was a teenager, his name was practically legend - but after disappearing without explanation six years ago, he's become little more than a relic of the past. Now, at age twenty-six, Gerard is back on the Circuit with something to prove. It's Frank Iero's first year on the tour, but he's more than ready. No one has seen a kid blast through the ranks so fast since Gerard Way first appeared on the scene a decade ago. With a cocky attitude and the whole country swooning over him, nothing can slow him down. The stakes have never been so high. Welcome to the Fourteenth Annual Grand Circuit Tour.

Down And Dirty by dear_monday, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Explicit. Gerard's own beloved cherry-red Harley has pedigree in fucking spades, sure, but she's seen better days, and she just doesn't have the power to outrun Iero and that revolting custom paint job. The matching helmet painted to look like a jack-o-lantern is just too much. An AU wherein the boys are dirty bikers, inspired by the recently-released photos from the Japanese Rolling Stone shoot.

shut up and drive by Trojie, uglowian, Patrick/Mikey/Pete, 139k, Teen And Up Audiences. Pete Wentz is the grid girl, Andy Hurley loves him (not like that), and Jared Leto is the bad guy. A.K.A.: the bandom The Fast and the Furious AU that literally no one asked for.

Another Cog In The Murder Machine by ace_writez, Ray/Mikey, 3k [WIP], General Audiences. Mikey's life is set. He's going to get a basketball scholarship for university and then play in the big leagues. All he has to do is get team captain his last year of high school. But he runs into some competition when another good player also tries out. Suddenly he's not so sure he's going to make it. Ray is also trying for a scholarship. As the star quarterback of Belleville High for three years, he's gunning for a fourth. When a situation at home suddenly drags him down, and a certain boy at school catches his eye, he finds himself at a crossroads. Two boys. Two sports. One school, and one story.

Day Seven: Half Dressed - Frerard by LeatherlipsIero, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Mature. Frank reached out his hand for the stranger to shake, "I'm Frank, let me buy you a drink as an apology?" He smiled again when the stranger grabbed his strong and callused hand with his own soft one. "Thank you, but it's my fault, honestly." The strange and pretty man tried to explain but Frank didn't care. "I insist." He said and sent the beautiful stranger a half smirk with half-lidded bedroom eyes, which had the poor boy blushing in seconds. Score.

Olympians by krissykane, Frank/Gerard, 3k, General Audiences. Frank is a shooter who has (somehow) made it to his second Olympic games. There he joins the crowd at a fencing event and sees a certain Team USA fencer for the first time.

Take One For The Team (Excuse Me If I'm Rude) by frenchpirate (Whiskey_n_speed), Mikey/Pete, 25k, Explicit. “So, your coach,” Gabe started, change of subject, thank god. “Yeah, what about him?” Mikey asked and glanced over at Pete who was heading towards the coach locker rooms, dragging a net of footballs after him. “You never told me he was hot. I’m pretty sure that’s withholding indispensable information. I should’ve signed up for the soccer team.” He said halfway jokingly, and William scoffed and rolled his eyes. “What, he’s not-“ “He so is. He’s like totally – small and handy,” He made a smooth explanatory hand-motion. “I want to fit him in my pocket.” * (Or; twenty eight scenes about skipping school, douchebag friends, post-college parties and way too much soccer)

Boxer!Fic by iamdali, Frank/Gerard, 47k, Explicit, General Audiences. After med school, Gerard had this idea of what life would be like. The idea now probably seems more than ridiculous, but still it’s what he clung to in order to drag himself through those gruelling morning hours after an all nighter of studying or writing some preposterously long paper on some disease or medical break through or why whatever part of the human body does whatever it does, and what happens when it doesn’t.

It's Not A Side Effect Of The Triple Axel (I'm Thinking It Must Be Love) by mizubyte (b_dsaint), Mikey/Pete, 10k, Teen And Up Audiences. If not for Alicia, Mikey never would have stepped on to the ice, let alone become a figure skater. Now, over 15 years later, Vancouver is Mikey's last chance for Olympic Gold. If he doesn't get distracted by snowboarder Pete Wentz, that is.

If The Skates Don't Fit by halfeatenmoon, Lindsey/Gerard, 12k, Teen And Up Audiences. Lyn-Z thought her rollerderby team might have a chance of winning some games this year, until she discovered that the new girl she'd recruited to the team was actually a man named Gerard. With a week to go until the first match against their long-time rivals, the Cobras, Lyn-Z and her teammates instead steal one of the Cobras' players - Maja, who has been feeling underappreciated since her side was joined by a new star. Maja's a great player, but it's a challange to learn to skate with a new teammate with only a week to go, especially when she still has some unresolved issues with her old captain.

Split lips hurt by toxic_fox, Frank/Gerard, 769 words, Teen And Up Audiences. Every Thursday, at six o’ clock sharp, frank goes boxing. He loves the adrenaline, the rush he gets from fighting, the blood, the pain. He kind of likes the kind medic as well.

Uppercut by mcrhomo, Frank/Gerard, 3k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. Frank is dealing with a lot in his life, including body dysmorphia. When he signs up for a boxing class to lose weight, he meets Gerard, and his whole life is turned several different ways (for better and for worse).

I Believe You're The Enemy (Game On) by imanemostan, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Mature. Constant affairs kept secret by frank and gerard, on different laser tag teams playing against each other. weirdly enough, both their schools have an official laser tag team. How will they ever be able to keep this a secret?

I Just Want You by Bridgetti, Frank/Gerard, 2k, General Audiences. Frank teaches Gerard to skate.

It's All In the Game by happilysurviving (orphan_account), Frank/Gerard, 46k [WIP], Mature. Even jocks have issues. Especially the closeted ones who have friends they have to kick off their football teams. And it gets even worse when they have to kick them off because of a homophobic coach. But of course that's only the beginning as this is Dan Howell and he always has to have larger problems on top of the ones everyone else would believe to be impossible to handle. Having Frank as his best friend certainly doesn't help or the head gossip guru in town as his mother but it could be worse, right? I mean he could be in love with an opposing team's quarterback... Oh wait.

Frerard Football Team AU For Which I Could Not Think of a Title by franks_hands, Frank/Gerard, 5k, Teen And Up Audiences. In the locker room and at practices, Frank was noisy, bordering on obnoxious. He seemed to bounce off the walls sometimes. He didn’t know about personal space.

of cute boys and rollerskates by etselec, Mikey/Pete, 1k, General Audiences. “I’m teaching you how to skate,” Mikey nearly fell as he removed Pete’s arms away from him. He squeezed his hand instead, “so our next date it won’t be as awkward.” “Date?” Pete asked. “Well, we’re holding hands already, aren’t we?” Mikey smiled at him.

Hand in Mine, Into Your Icy Blues by sundrowned, Frank/Gerard, 28k, General Audiences. Gerard is the captain of the hockey team and his overbearing father is the coach. When a new boy named Frank joins the team, Gerard has to decide weather to follow his father's orders to stay away from the boy or choose his own path.

Skating In A Ttutu by runaway_killjoy, Frank/Gerard, 51k, Teens And Up Audiences, Explicit. Frank has to move towns with his mom. He's disheartened to realize that teenagers are judgemental and manipulative no matter where you go. And no one gets judged quite as bad as the ballerina/skater boy who isn't even 5ft. Skater boy AU prompt, Frerard

Powderpuff by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), Frank/Gerard, 2k, Explicit. It isn't like Frank's opposed to powderpuff football. The timing's just kind of bad.

Get Up And Go by inlovewithnight, 6k, Teen And Up Audiences. Mikey Way: Ultramarathon Runner.

#fic rec list #frank/gerard #mikey/pete #ray/mikey #patrick/mikey/pete #lindsey/gerard #alternate universe #sports

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skizmin · 6 years

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incompetent at best | chris b. ☼

⇝ Australia!Au: jeongin, seungmin, felix, jisung, hyunjin, changbin, minho, chris, woojin

⇝ Pairing: Chris Bang / Gender neutral reader

⇝ Genre: fluff!!

⇝ Words: 2172,, again super short im sorry i suck

⇝ Summary: Chris was sick of teaching people how to snowboard. Except when you crashed into him on the hardest slope, he felt compelled to help you down it.

⇝ A/N: this is literally so bad i feel like im using this au to get all of my shiTASS writing out of the way alksdhabhkdgbcgds

“Bend your knees a little more there, mate.”

It was basically the perfect day, the sun was shining and the snow was shimmering, crunching satisfyingly under Chris’ boots as he made his way around the small group of people he was teaching to snowboard.

Chris was salty, if he was speaking honestly, at how he was stuck teaching some noobs such easy basics when he could be out on the slopes, spraying ice in every direction. He sighed into his scarf, this lesson was very almost over anyway. He just needed to check up on everyone and give them the all clear.

“Lean forward some more, we don’t want you falling backwards.” He said politely to a lady here with her son and daughter. She huffed in frustration at not being good at this but followed Chris’ instructions nonetheless.

He checked the remaining people in the beginners class before turning to his junior co-worker. “They’re good to go, you can dismiss them if you want.” Chris shrugged at the young female before turning away and waving at the people in the class goodbye.

Tilting his board, he began his way down the small learning slope, dodging passers by with ease and probably giving them a heart attack in doing so. He boarded all the way down to the bottom and used his momentum to just barely reach the base of the chair lifts up to the real slopes.

“Oi, Som! I just got off, which slope is the emptiest?” He caught his friend’s, who was manning the lifts, attention whilst he tightened on his gloves.

“Well, Green 3 is pretty empty. All Red slopes are packed and Black 1 is at least half full. Other than that, only 20 or so people on Black 3 and probably 45 on Black 2.” She mumbled, discontented that she was stuck working instead of out skiing. “Oh, and the freestyle park is chockers. All the teens are taking over the half pipe.”

Chris groaned. He really wanted to use the freestyle park today but it was too full. “The weathers clean enough for Black 3, hey? I wanted to do some chill slopes today but I guess not.”

Black 3 was the most difficult public slope, Chris had free access to it on days he worked. He usually liked the easier slopes so he could confidently fit in some jumps, but the Red slopes were full and Green was simply too easy.

“Yeah man, jump on this one and head up.” She still sounded disgruntled, jealous of Chris’ shift ending earlier than hers. Chris simply nodded at the lifty and shuffled over in front of an upcoming chair.

Heading up, Chris watched the people underneath him speeding down the slopes. Som was right, Red was completely full. He watched at least 10 bails and even 2 collisions, thank god he didn’t say fuck it and go on Red.

Once he reached Black 3, he jumped off, fastening his boots into his board and tightening his goggles around his face. He breathed in the cold air before bringing the thick fabric of this scarf over his nose once more and beginning his run down the slope.

Chris wasn’t amazing at Black 3, he actually needed to pay attention to what he was doing to get down it which is what made doing jumps on it so difficult. But Chris was thankful about how empty it was, hearing the crunch of the ice beneath his board and feeling the heat radiate inside of his gloves as his blood rushed through his body. He loved snowboarding, a lot, so when someone crashed into him not even 30 metres down the run he was pretty angry. Why can’t I catch a break.

“Shit! I am so fucking sorry man— Oh my god! Are you okay?” Chris sat up from the snow, rubbing at his elbow and turning to look at you, the stranger, who was dressed in completely mismatched snow gear and had their feet attached to a hired snowboard.

“Jesus, are you blind? I was 100% coming down, how did you not see me?” The silver haired boy asked with a slight venom to his tone. It seemed today, despite the perfect weather, was not going to let him have a good run.

“I uh— I did see you, just— I don’t really know how to stop or steer properly yet so uh—” You replied, voice shaking probably with guilt.

“Wait, you don’t know how to stop? Or steer? What the fuck are you doing on Black 3?” Chris asked, leaning forward to detach his boots from his board.

“Uh, I came with my friend and they sort of— they sorta left me here.” You leaned forward to check your boots were still in place, probably just copying Chris and wanting to look like you knew what you were doing.

“Why would they bring you up to Black 3 if you can’t board?” Chris was very confused as he brought up his board to examine any bad scuffs or any damage, he’d spent $370 on this deck, he wasn’t going to be happy if it was defaced.

“Oh, I don’t know. Some sorta dare ‘I-bet-you-wouldn’t’ type shit. The usual.” You grumbled, upset at your friend who had just ditched you there.

“Well, good job almost fucking killing me in the time being.”

You felt very guilty, especially when the stranger in front of you went to rub at his elbow again, probably aching due to hitting some of the rock underneath the shallow snow.

“I’m really, really sorry. Is there anything I can do to help? Like, seriously. I feel awful.” You spoke to him, bringing your hands together in some kind of beg.

“Yeah, nah. It’s fine. Just go down before me so you don’t crash into me again, yeah?” The man’s words struck a kind of fear inside of you. You hadn’t snowboarded before today and the utter steepness of the slope terrified you. You’d been stopping and turning by simply falling over and getting back up again but it was awfully scary.

“Y-yeah! Sure! I’ll uh, I’ll be off then.”

You couldn’t see but beneath his goggles, Chris looked at you skeptically as your voice shook out of fear. He watched as you stood up, refraining from sighing at your feet which tilted your board into completely the wrong position. You wobbled a bit before waving awkwardly at Chris in farewell.

“Your back’s too straight. Drop your knees and you should be fine, yeah?” Chris said, suddenly feeling slightly worried for you.

“Okay.” You breathed out, shakily, before dropping your knees and leaning forward a little. “Bye then.”

Chris waved as you started off slow, watching as went down the slope. He put his feet back into his board, fastening them in, before standing up. As soon as he stood up he looked down the slope once more, unfortunately just in time to see you fall again. He winced and sighed, that looked painful.

Moving down the slope, he turned sharply to stop in front of you and spray you with powdery show. You immediately looked up from your spot on the ground, seeing the stranger from before in his all black snowgear.

“Come on noob, get up.” He said, offering you a hand. Your stomach instantly filled with an unpleasant feeling of shame as you allowed him to pull you to your feet.

“Sorry. Maybe you should go first this time?” You asked, feeling bad for interrupting him again, but he just shook his head at you.

“What’s your name?” He questioned, dropping your hand and pulling down his scarf.

“Uh, Y/N?” You said back, unsure of the situation.

“Why do you sound like you’re not even sure that’s your name?” He tilted his head and smiled softly. Oh my god, his smile.

“Because I’m not sure why you need it.” You responded, heart slightly picking up at the faint hint of a dimple on his cheek.

“I ought to know the name of my new student, right?” He held out his hand once more, waiting for you to shake it. “My name’s Sensei Chris, nice to meet you grasshopper Y/N.”

You laughed at this, bringing up a hand to shake his lightly. “Alright Sensei, teach me your ways?”

He smiled wider, and you saw that he definitely had dimples. The blush on your cheeks was hidden by the snowgear but you still felt it, annoyed at how you were so flustered at seeing only half of a boys face.

“My pleasure, young grasshopper.”

You made it down the slope relatively unharmed, Chris teaching you and giving you tips the whole way, being incredibly kind aside from laughing his ass off whenever you bailed (which was significantly less than when you were boarding on your own). Sometimes he’s place his hands over your hips to direct your stance, smile making its way over his lips because he knew he didn’t have to, he simply wanted to be a flirt.

Once you reached the bottom he high-fived you, bending down to unfasten your boots from your board. You felt your cheeks burn bright at the gesture, knowing that even if he couldn’t see the blush, he’d know he was making you feel flustered. Once he also freed his feet from his board, he picked them both up and threw an arm over your shoulder.

“Not bad, noob. I sense a new world champion.” He laughed, not at all uncomfortable with being affectionate towards you. You shook his arm off and brought your hands up to take off your snow goggles and tug down your scarf that covered your face.

“Shut it, I don’t think I’m ever snowboarding again.” You turned to him as you looped the band of your goggles over your wrist so you wouldn’t lose them, only to be faced with a Chris whose face had also been freed of the bulky goggles. His eyes were a deep woody brown and his smile was practically blinding as it matched with them.

“So, grasshopper, wanna come with me fo—”

“Oi! Y/N! You made it!” Chris and you both whipped your heads towards the voice, you instantly recognised your friend leaning on their board with a cup of hot chocolate in their hands. “Took you long enough!”

“Oh.” You heard Chris say, and you tilted your head at him. “You can go and hang out with them, sorry. I forget your friend was with you today.”

You saw pink tint on his cheeks, and blamed it on the cold, paired with his sheepish smile.

“Dude, fuck no. They just ditched me!” You said to him, grabbing onto his wrist before turning to yell out to your friend. “Fuck you! I’m hanging out with Chris and getting the bus back, asshole!”

And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away, dragging Chris with you who very almost dropped both of your boards.

“Uh, Y/N?” Chris’ voice sounded from behind you. You stopped walking and turned to him, dropping his wrist.

“Shit, sorry! I just don’t want to hang out with them right now.” You said, instantly feeling bad for dragging him along with you.

“No! No that’s fine it’s just— Well it’s just, 1) the cafe is that way—” He pointed into the opposite direction you were walking. “And 2), the bus times are over.”

“Oh.” You said, letting the second part sink in. “Oh fuck! They’re my ride home!”

Chris smiled at your wild eyes as you turned around, trying to spot your friend somewhere.

“Where do you live?” He asked, praying you didn’t live in some far away town.

You responded, telling him a town that was less than a 20 minute drive from the base of the mountain.

“Really? That’s close!” He said, and you nodded, distracted by looking for your friend whom you’d just yelled at.

“I think they went this way.” You mumbled, beginning your trek in finding your ride home. You’d walked a small three steps when you felt Chris grabbing your hand and tugging you back.

“I uh— I mean if you don’t think I’m gonna kill you or anything, I can give you a ride home?” He said, dipping his head lightly to catch your gaze which laid on his gloved hand gripping onto yours.

“Huh?” You snapped your eyes up to meet his. “Really?”

“Yeah! I mean, it’s no problem.” He smiled at you, which only convinced you to accept his kind offer.

“I’d uh— I’d really, really appreciate that, Sensei.” You laughed lightly to him, thankful for his offer and nervous as his hand squeezed yours.

“Great then. That gives me plenty more time to take my grasshopper on a date to a shitty snow cafe.” His smile stretched wider, both dimples now on full show instead of his just prominent right one.

Your stomach did a small backflip. “Date?”

“Yeah, date. You’re kinda hot when you’re not crashing into me.”

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vocatharsis · 6 years

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Cogs’ TS2 Apocalypse Run (X)

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Got a hankering for some old-fashioned simmin’ early this year, so I downloaded The Sims 2 Ultimate Edition using my otherwise-barely-used Origin account. I’m trying my hand at an apocalypse challenge run (using Phaenoh’s incredible mod-assisted ruleset from Mod The Sims) and it’s proving very fun so far!

In this challenge, I’ve got to gradually guide a bloodline through lifting a series of tough restriction sets, which go away one by one as I get family members to top the game’s various career tracks. For example, the Culinary restrictions (the first set removed) allowed me to open the fridge no more than once per day, while Medicine (the second) banned all personal hygiene technology except a single sink. As the ‘X’ in brackets in the post title might suggest, I’ve been doing well so far.

If you like The Sims series, nostalgic videogame reflections, wry/silly challenge run blogging or all of these things, feel free to read on!

THE SMITHS’ FREE STATE, PART 10 - SUITS & TRACKSUITS

In which we start with a bit of a surprise -- sharpest-dressed coot in all the wastes -- B-R-A-V-O-O-O -- a ladies’ guy, apparently -- “It’s money that paid for all them renovations we did!” -- Panoptica becomes even more of a warrior.

Welcome back! (Or, if this is your first time reading, Welcome!) It’s time for another update.

Last time, I detailed how Shelmerdine, the run’s founder, died of old age, and how her second child Panoptica (pictured above) reached the top of the Intelligence career, giving my household the power to make and answer phone calls (among other things).

Look, John’s already reaping the benefits of his ‘increased chance of bringing a friend back home from work’ Popularity Aspiration perk; naturally, he uses it to gossip openly with some geezer about state secrets.

Divulge away, John.

Anyway, Sake’s well into the Elder life stage at this point, meanwhile John, Forseti and--

Wait, what?

I seriously thought he had one more day left after this one--

Nooooooo... (*sigh*) well, thanks for everything, Sake. You were important. (This actually came as a surprise to me when it happened.)

Here, have a picture of Panoptica swinging Forseti around.

John’s actually on the verge of becoming an Elder himself at this point. He hasn’t reached perma-plat - yet - but I do wanna keep his lifespan as long as I can, just because. So I had him pick up some new skills, e.g. by learning Cleaning from a book. This builds Nature enthusiasm...

“The hell are you supposed to be?”

He’s got platinum aspiration now, so I figure I might as well just buy a birthday cake and let him get on. Final hug with Panoptica while they both still have non-grey hair!

Ah, these two siblings. They’re so great.

Lotta candles. We can only hope his Elderwear has some semblance of dignity, so he leaves a decent-looking ghost behind.

The twins are excited to see what abomination the RNG calls forth.

Let’s see...

I... John, holy shit. You got a suit. You’re already the best-dressed ghost the Smiths have yielded thus far.

Now it’s time to let the twins become teens!

Niiice! Now they have fourteen or so days to use some of the career rewards and gain whatever skills they can in preparation for their lifts.

Oh, and now that Forseti’s a teenager, he’s finally tall enough to scrub weeks of filthy sandwich grime off the kitchen counter, just like he always dreamed.

(FYI, Forseti has the Popularity aspiration; Aaron has Family. Both have Knowledge as their secondary. I chose their aspirations partly based on the possibility of getting a useful lifetime wish, but it appears that the lifetime wish isn’t rolled until they fulfil their first want as a teen, or until you load the save. And for both of them, the LTWs rolled were for Knowledge, no their mains. So maybe picking a secondary right away causes the game to roll the LTW for it instead of their main life goal? Hm, perhaps I can use this...)

Since Aaron’ll eventually be moving out of the house, and since at that point I’ll be allowed to marry him off to someone and have it count toward restrictions as well, I’m fine with him having a teenage romance. Here’s Tosha Go, one of the standard townies. They’re just friends - for now.

Using the ‘Ask: What are your skills?’ interaction (thank you, Panoptica!), I found that she has fairly high creativity. So I might direct her towards lifting Journalism, or perhaps Business? That’ll wait, of course, since she’s not an adult yet.

Juan has nearly all the skills he needs to reach the top of Architecture at this point (he has the Logic and Mechanical, and will need just two more dots in Creativity) so I sent him and someone else to my homemade ‘makeshift city hall’ community lot. I decided to make it a rundown-yet-still-somehow-standing Scout hall, with scavenged chairs and stuff dragged in to make a crude neighbourhood mooting place.

He signs up via the jobs board (at rank 6, since he’s overqualified), and spends the rest of his weekend using his new drafting table to build Creativity.

Meanwhile, Aaron gets the last of his chess-grind done, followed shortly by Forseti--and about time, too. I’ve discovered that the ‘hobby wants’ are partly determined by personality, so Forseti’s hyper-playful and hyper-athletic nature isn’t inclined to roll the ‘play chess’ want.

I’ll wean Forseti off games until his enthusiasm drops to safe, non-obsessed levels to avoid another poor, poor Kent incident. (You give ‘em chess, suddenly they pine for crummy EA snowboarding simulators and Marco Polo...)

As an Elder, John’s suddenly got a lot of free time on his hands. This is true whether I like it or not: one of the things with TS2 elders is, they wake up when their Energy need is full, and won’t do the ‘stay in bed unless directed otherwise’ thing that most others do. I have him working on maxing all his skills, just becos.

Better also pay protection money to the mob while you’re out there, though. Those guys are dangerous. Except, you know, I’m actually swimming in money at this point after two generations of maxed careers and no retirement (plus Shelmerdine and John both getting loadsamoney from the good outcomes of their top-of-career opportunity cards). It’s only around §11500 (i.e. half the lot value) per week, and we make more than that. I can easily afford to have a higher lot value once Architecture is lifted.

Time for Juan’s first day as a Draftsman.

Oh, and I got Forseti to take the first job in the newspaper (as I’m allowed to do) so that he could maybe reroll wants after work. He got Journalism, which is fine.

Meanwhile, Aaron is flirting with a teen townie called Meadow who came down the street. Don’t worry, it’s not serious; they’re not even friends yet.

And I’ll probably pair him up with Tosha in the end, since Tosha said she was ‘very good’ at Creativity whereas Meadow is ‘pretty good’ at the same. Given that both girls had two chemistry bolts with Aaron, I’m guessing that they’re both Family Sims like he is.

The next few days see Juan climbing up through Architecture, and Forseti making a few new friends. It occurs to me that Aaron’ll need to do some networking for when he eventually moves out...

Forseti tops his teen job, which of course doesn’t count for lifting restrictions,

and the next day, Juan lifts Architecture!

“Right! Let’s do up the ’ouse!”

Now I finally have a space where I can plonk down John’s military obstacle course, which is the fastest Body-skilling object in the game.

Might as well give it a whirl! It seems random, but they alternate between clearing it with ease and getting stuck on stuff. You have no idea how many pictures I’ve taken of people falling flat on their face trying to jump that second hurdle.

Panoptica, meanwhile, is running it like a champion, which creates the opportunity for another one of those well-timed ‘descendant vs spouse’ comparison moments.

N’aw, but I shouldn’t be mean to Juan. He’s doing fine. And not at all tragically, as in the last one’s case.

That’s plenty for this update, I think--got through quite a bit of my backlog. Thanks for reading!

#ts2 #the sims 2 #the sims #my posts

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