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simstryingtheirbestok · 1 year

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David made it to level 2 of the Art Appraiser career, which meant

--it was time to head over to the library so he could make a dating profile, yeah! How else is he going to meet elderly married women with bad dye jobs and unibrows, never mind all the other "sexy" "singles" in Riverview?

(I have been playing this save with David being unemployed for so long that maybe you forgot like I nearly did, but until David gets into an exclusive 💞 relationship, he can only interact with other Sims romantically while he's in an even-numbered level of a given career track.)

The one I originally wanted David to get with, Hannah Jones, is married. David turned up a profile for her regardless, of course.

The one most into David--well, the one most into him who is under 60--is Yvette Grisby, but... her ears stick out. David isn't shallow, but I am. I don't mind sprucing up a townie here and there, but I'm not trying to make it my life's work. Besides,

--this lady is cuter. And she has a lot of time on her hands, time that she would be happy to use romancing David, the Sims equivalent of a 40-year-old virgin.

Ruby Broke also doesn't mind David's lousy decor, tiny television, or leftover grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. In other words, she's a keeper.

David called in fake sick the day after his date with Ruby, because now his goal is not to get promoted too fast. Not before he gets some, at least.

Then he bicycled over to Chez Broke, where, after a little warmup, he asked Ruby to be his girlfriend, and she said yes.

I could have stopped there. Boyfriend/girlfriend is commitment enough. But then I noticed it was almost time for Ruby to go to her job at the day spa, and felt anxious.

Time to move this along, David! You two have been boyfriend and girlfriend for three Sim minutes already!

I know, seems hasty, but she's cute and they're compatible. Had David been able to return from university, I would have had him pursue Ayana Yuki, but this universe's David has never even met her. 😢

Good! Maybe now Dad can finally move on from talking about how Flo died.

Ruby Broke, Diphda. Daughter of Flo Broke, who died.

#ts3 #ts3 challenge #the sims 3 #the sims 3 challenge #career opportunities challenge #sim: david vaneault #sim: ruby broke #sim: skip broke #sim: trigger broke

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ninjaofthepurplethings · 7 months

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Trigger has turned out to be a pretty good dad after all.

[I LOVE this mod by The Sweet Simmer: https://modthesims.info/d/677256/more-toddler-interactions.html]

#ts3 #sims 3 #Trigger Broke #Draven Morisson #Brightpoint

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profesionalpartyguest · 1 year

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here are recreations of Buck Broke and his family, Including Mary Lu, Trigger and Susie Broke. minimal cc. Download here.

#sims 2 download #susie broke #mary lu broke #buck broke #trigger broke #ts2cc #s2cc #3t2 #sims 2 sim #This was in my drafts lmao leftover from 25 days of xmas #sims

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yourhumbleservant152 · 2 years

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Statement giver in The Man Upstairs is so different from me. I simply would've moved rather than Ever confronting a loud neighbor

#tbf tho i wanted to move when my dishwasher broke #i have a hair trigger for packing up amd moving away #im also terrified of confrontation so #the magnus archives #tma #jon sims #the flesh

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rainbowinfusedspaceunicorn · 1 year

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Meeting the family.

I don't think Brandi cares much for Skip's cousin Trigger but she loves his sister Ruby.

#brandi broke #skip broke #dustin broke #ruby broke #trigger broke #back to the beginning #ts2 to ts4 #ts3 to ts4 #ts4 #sims 4 #ts2 #sims 2 #ts3 #sims 3

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curmudgeonness · 2 years

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The Brokes head to the Bistro.

Buck: “Alright, now fan out and look for morsels, orts and scraps!”

#sims 3 #jace lobos #riverview #flat broke #flo broke #buck broke #ruby broke #trigger broke #skip broke #susie broke #susie's scouring the parking lot

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tardytothesimspardy · 7 months

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Wasting Time

Don't worry Mary Lu, you're not going to get his shoulders by running on the treadmill

At this point, the Brokes are all moved in together, and I was just waiting on Pumpkin, Ruby's cat, to die of old age, since it was just a matter of days before she did.

In this time, Trigger managed to create a friend group of like-minded Sims to do teenage shenanigans with, which I was happy about.

Some of them acted less like they knew who Trigger was, and more like they saw a flyer reading "I want friends pls. Call number (###) ### ####", and wanted to see who would be so sad as to actual put something like that up.

For the most part, they all seem to get along well.

I would list their names but I genuinely do not remember whose name goes to who. I think there's Susan, Addylyn(?), Waylon, Jace? or some other J name, and then something else. Idk.

Outside of this, apparently now there are consequences for Vlad showing up unannounced to houses: Sims can get fears from it! And Skip just happened to be one of those Sims. Late at night, Skip woke with a start, absolutely terrified out of his mind. There wasn't a monster under his bed, there was a monster outside his house!! He raced over to Flo and babbled incoherently for a good 30 minutes before Flo was able to walk Skip back to his room and help him calm down.

Skip is now afraid of the dark, so he is sure to go to bed early so that he never has to think about it. (He thinks about it constantly, he is so scared)

As I mentioned in the beginning of this post, I was just waiting for Pumpkin to die. I was counting down the days, and all this death reminded me of another death: the untimely demise of Ali Warren. So I had Flo max out her gourmet cooking skill so she could make ambrosia to bring Ali back. She was cooking for hours, and now the fridge is stuffed to the brim with very fancy foods.

Finally though, she maxed it out, and got the potion of youth, the death flower, and the angelfish, and slapped down a plate of ambrosia. She invited Ali over, Ali ate it, and now she's not dead.

So then I went into manage households, put Ali back with Shawna and Demi, and somehow, in that tiny little blink of time, Pumpkin died. So I don't have screenshots or anything, just a bunch of depressed Sims.

And seeing as the Broke family are now where I wanted them to be, it's time to move onto the Newbie's and the Simovitch's.

#imagine making ambrosia in your spare time #but like that's exactly what flo did #she's weird #also i gave trigger's friend group a makeover so now i definitely don't remember who is who #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #the sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 screenshots #the sims 4 legacy #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #the brokes #images have alt text

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gamegameygames · 1 year

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tomhollandisabae · 1 year

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gone- simon "ghost" riley x f!reader

masterlist

fandom; call of duty

summary; after a fight and a huge revelation he felt betrayed while you were lost.

warnings; angst, mentions of pregnancy, miscarriage, sex trafficking, mentions of rape, violence, blood, death, mentions of torture, english is not my first language

[THIS IS HEAVY IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED PLEASE DO NOT READ!!!]

words; 1.9k

Scared, cold, lonely, abandoned and betrayed was how you were feeling for the past -four years was it? Really, you had lost count of how long you were being held in this dark cell, since the last day you had seen the sun shining for the last time and were exposed to it, feeling its warm rays on your skin.

You had been abducted from your own house, while asleep, leaving behind a -possibly confused and hurt- husband.

It had happened on a summer night, after your husband, Simon Riley, had told that he was off to yet another mission. Then a huge fight followed, the loud sound of the front door closing and tears spilling from your eyes.

Your brain ached replaying the events of that night…

“we both agreed on that y/n!” simon huffed frustrated.

“well it happened one way or another. You can't control everything simon, we managed to prevent it for so many years, but here we are now.” You explained.

“and whose fault is that?” he raised his eyebrows.

“are you accusing me of something, simon?” you felt hurt, being accused by the very man that you so much loved for such thing.

“you're the one that's pregnant y/n!” he looked sternly at you.

“are you being serious right now? i'm on birth control for all these years, you know that doesn't always work!” you raised your voice at him.

“then you should have taken a better precaution.” Your mouth fell open at his statement.

“do you thing i'm some kind of dog that you can sterilise? Are you taking me for some kind of a fucking animal? And to your knowledge, it takes two to the tango, it's equally your fault too.” You were screaming at this point.

“that's not what I meant y/n” he sighed “look, i'm not mad—”

“clearly” you said sarcastically.

“I get that it's human and I couldn't hold you back from having a child, but i'm not suitable for a father y/n” he looked at you with sad eyes making your expression soften “i don't know how to be one. the only thing I got from mine was pain and suffering, nothing else and i'm not going to pass that on my own kid.”

“simon…” he raised his hand stopping you.

“i'm not going to tell you what to do with it y/n, that is your decision to make, but if you eventually decide to keep it, I don't thing that i'll be able to be there for both of you. i'm sorry.” He finally said.

Tears had gathered in your eyes by this point. You would have never fathom that you would have this kind of conversation with the man you loved. He was making you choose between him and your child, a cruel thing to do even for a man like him.

“I can't do that simon, I can't chose between you and our baby.” Tears were rolling down your eyes now.

“I won't press you into anything y/n, I guess i'll have my answer when i'll come back from this mission.” He wasn't even looking at you anymore, finding the floor quite interesting as it seemed to be.

“sim—” you didn't even get to finish your sentence as he walked out of your house, closing loudly the door behind him.

The thought of him coming back and not finding at your shared house, pained you to the core. The fact that you wouldn't even leave, for you had already chosen him. The man that you loved and still do. You knew that once he came back home and didn't find you there he broke once again. You were the only thing that he had left, the only thing that kept him going – as he had told you multiple times. You weren't able to control your tears at the thought of hurting simon. You would never, ever leave him, for nothing in this world.

Now you were trapped in this hell hole being passed from one man to another and of course with no baby.

As you realised with the time passing, you were being apart of a sex trafficking circle.

No one of them was aware of the fact that you were pregnant, but you soon lost your baby by all the beating and mistreatment you went through.

You had suffered so much all those past years, the only thing keeping you sane were the memories of all the good moments you had with simon. From the moment you met, to him proposing, to your wedding day and even your last encounter.

You were doing anything in your power to keep yourself going, while you constantly smelled of blood, sweat and other men. They had broken you to the last piece. Sometimes you were feeling completely nothing, the void taking over you.

The first few months you were patiently waiting for Simon to burst into those cages and free you, but obviously that never happened.

Until one day, four and a half years later.

You were laying on the floor of your cell, not responding anymore. The men in charge of you tried to make you react in some type of way; by beating you up, torturing you, raping you etc. But nothing worked. You had fallen in a mental coma. You couldn't feel anything anymore, both physically and emotionally.

You didn't even notice the huge blast that came from the main hall, not even the two strong arms that lifted you off the ground. You couldn't process what was happening, you hadn't even realised that you were just saved.

But it was too late…

You sanity was long gone. You would probably spend the rest of your life in a mental hospital, the last hope of seeing Simon, gone forever.

The man holding you, placed you down laying on your back while he said something that you couldn't bring yourself to understand.

“Okay sweetheart, you're going to sleep for a bit now so we can examine you.” You saw a woman smiling down at you while holding a syringe in her hands, before the darkness ,that you had been so used to, took over you once again.

When you woke up hours later, you tried to take in your surroundings. Not recognising where you were and noticing all the weird stuff on your arms, you took them off violently - causing yourself to bleed, while trying to sit up.

You were feeling dizzy and had the urge to vomit, but managed to get out of the room, immediately seeing the long hall way and the door at the end of it. You started running as if some one was chasing you down.

Your feet started giving up from under you while loud voices were coming from behind you. Right before you collapsed, two strong and firm arms wrapped themselves around you bringing you down and laying you softly on your back.

You looked up and saw a scary mask of a skull and those eyes. They reminded you of something, made you feel at easy while a warm feeling surrounded you. You couldn't believe that you were looking at them again, no you had to be dreaming. This couldn't be!

“y/n…” his harsh voice echoed in your ears, your body falling back into that mental coma.

“s…si…” you couldn't even voice his name anymore. It all felt too surreal.

“it's okay love, I got you now. No one's going to hurt you anymore.” He brought you closer to his body and hugged you.

“i… I lo… lost it…” your voice too weak, you didn't even know if he heard you.

But he did. His eyes locked with yours, a sad expression written on them.

“i'm sorry…” he whispered not being able to look at you anymore.

“I never… left you. I would never do that... i had chosen you, Simon. They took me.” Pain was the only thing you were feeling.

He didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. Yes, he thought that you had chosen your baby over him, but he was leaving at ease thinking you were both safe somewhere on this planet. Yet he was so wrong…

Instead, you were being tortured to death, while your baby was long gone.

“simon…” you sobbed.

“shh it's okay love, we'll get through that.” He stroked softly your cheek with his thumb.

“I don't think I can—” he cut you off.

“no!” he said sternly “don't you dare think like that. you'll be alright. i'll help you through it. i'll be there every second of it. Please, don't leave me. Not now that I got you back.” His voice was barely heard and your heart broke at the sound of it.

You had broken again the man that once you had put back piece by piece. Your simon was long gone, replaced by a broken man that had lost both his wife and baby.

“now that I have you again, I don't know how to exist in a world without you. I don't think I'll be able to handle losing you again.” He said.

You wanted to touch him, comfort him, but your body wouldn't let you. You couldn't move.

“i…” your vision started getting blurry, your eyes rolling back.

“no! no!” he screamed “y/n keep your eyes open. Please, please don't leave me, please.” You could briefly make out by the sound of him that he was trying to hide the fact that he was crying.

“please…”

“I love… you…” a last tear rolled down on your cheek as you left your husband behind for good this time.

“NOOOOOO!!”

From that day on, Simon was never the same. He wouldn't speak to anyone, building up his walls once again. He became a cruel killing machine, not caring if he died anymore. At least he would be reunited with you again.

‘Till death do us part’, was what you had said to each other, on the happiest day of your lives, thinking that you would have a long life ahead of you, while he thought that he could finally be happy forever, all his trauma being redeemed.

But that lasted for five years…

Now Simon had no purpose, no reason to keep breathing, taking his anger out on the battlefield.

Till he'll be reunited with you once again, for good this time.

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost #fanfic #imagines #angst #codmw2022

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simstryingtheirbestok · 1 year

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Highlights (well... marginally notable moments) from David and Ruby's Snowflake Day Gift-Giving Party:

Trigger Broke, Buck Broke, and Odin Crosby developing an unhealthy fixation on Eloise, Ruby and David's middle child, booing and heckling her whenever she appeared in their field of vision. It was hate at first sight for these freaks and the why of it remains a mystery.

Evan and his, er, nephew, Adrian Ivanov, befriending each other immediately and being inseparable throughout the party

Emmaline being such a PITA with respect to routing/being in everyone's way that I sent her out to rake leaves in the backyard (and I'd do it again, too), then, uh, sort of forgot about her? until she stormed back in to use the facilities. Once she was through, I sent her back out to the yard to dispose of all the leaf piles. On a positive note, the backyard looks so much better now. We're all ready for Spring!

David having to Ask Everyone to Leave in order to end the party at 1:30 in the morning because Snowflake Day occurred on a Wednesday/a school night; more importantly, because none of those assclowns would LEAVE without that kind of, ah, encouragement.

Mags Newbie refusing to die even though she's 1000 years old, but insisting on smelling the place up with her poor hygiene until I snapped and resetSim'd her tf out of there

Pics below.

Gross, guys! Leave her alone!

(Fortunately, Dimitri is in the backyard. Nonetheless, I had Ruby convince Diphda to go flirt with Dimitri, then had Ruby engage Odin in conversation. Crisis averted.)

Seriously, Odin, ENOUGH. She's a child!

Mags Newbie, shown at left in her heinous ITF "formalwear," is complaining that someone is in her way because she wants to go upstairs to leave a plate of shitty onion rings on one of the desks there, the available kitchen counters by now being covered in everyone else's shitty party foods that I really wish they would just not bring.

I didn't get a picture of it, but poor Evan wound up having to sleep in the treehouse in the backyard, because the other obsession Odin Crosby developed was with the music box in Evan's room, and Odin dragged his best buddy Trigger Broke into that room with him, in order to better block the door to Evan's room. 😠😡😠

Incidentally, this has been my Supernatural playstyle progression over the years:

Initially: All occults enabled

After every original townie dipshit in Sunset Valley was, through the dark magic of werewolfery and vampiredom, still alive while I was starting the fourth generation of my legacy family: "Fuck werewolves, fuck vampires, let's only have witches and fairies from now on."

After being constantly annoyed by the music obsession of the fairies, that is, currently: "Witches only, bitches."

Anyway, I have got to remember to lock everyone's bedroom doors before inviting these monsters over again... if I ever invite them over again.

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ninjaofthepurplethings · 7 months

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Jezza and Trigger got married. She accused him of cheating first though. Again. This does not bode well.

#ts3 #sims 3 #Jezzabella Morisson #Trigger Broke #Jon Lessen #Draxler Rampage #Felony Rampage #Summa Morisson #Womack Bellagamba #Brightpoint

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melsie-sims · 9 months

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Their journey began many months ago when civil war broke out in the Old Kingdom...

Occults were no longer safe.

Vampires, spellcasters and werewolves were rounded up and imprisoned — or in some cases, executed. Even the ones that just wanted to live as normal a life as possible were deemed guilty simply for existing.

Some brave occults fought back, and when things got particularly bloody, those same sims decided it was probably best to leave and start anew.

This is the story of how the Kingdom of Melwyn came to be...

Story Tag (From the Beginning)

⚠️ As this is the first official story post, I wanted to write a quick disclaimer.

While all photos will always remain PG-13/SFW, the writing may be a bit more mature at times.

This story/challenge will have potentially triggering topics. Specifically violence, discrimination toward occult sims, cheating, alcoholism, teen pregnancy, teen marriage, age gaps in relationships (no more than 15 years, no teen-young adult relationships will be featured), pregnancy complications, miscarriages, maternal death, illness, death in general, poverty, neglected children, human blood bags for vampires, voluntary or involuntary confinement (of werewolves or criminals)...

Remember it's just Sims and I don't really use poses for my storytelling so most of it will still be pretty tasteful.

#sims 4 #sims 4 medieval #kingdom of melwyn

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Word count: 1.5k

Warning: character death, light smut

“Nicky come on… it’s me..”

Quivering lips muster out a soft plead, eyes shifting between the pistol pointed at his face and the person holding it. A park ranger; almost as shaken up as him, but with a steady hand. It was a gift from his boss on his first day. He thought it was odd as it was at the time, but now he knew exactly why it was handed to him Standing next to the man was an exact copy down to the tears in his clothing. He had yet to speak, likely afraid of being the next target.

“B…be quiet! How am I supposed to tell which one is the real you if you won’t let me think."

“I can prove it! I’m your best friend. We’ve known each other since we were little. I cheated off you till the nine grade.”

It was all true, but he knew the thing mimicking his closest friend could read memories. That’s how it led them both out here. What he thought was a surprise visit had actually been a ploy to get them both out here where no one could find them. Where no one could help. He turns his gun on the other male; him taking it as his queue to speak.

“Don’t point that thing at me.. I’m the real Chris. Who else took care of you all summer after you broke your arm.”

“I said shut up!” Nicholas roars, tears welling in the corners of his eyes – grip on the gun wavering. He couldn’t tell the two apart visually. One was someone he knew all his life, the other a creature that caused many disappearances in the forest he sought-after. Either way it would be painful to pull the trigger, even on the fake. Chris one kneels slowly to the earth floor; remembering something that could prove his innocence completely that the initial fright made him forget.

“Nicky, look..” He cautiously pulls one of his risen hands from the sky, grabbing a chain around his neck. Hiding under his shirt collar was the rest of a necklace; heart-shaped jewelry dangling at its end.

“You gave this to me after your mom died. You said I was all the family you need.”

Chris stares at it in thought while the other looks on silently. He shares the same look of terror that his copy dropped, but as his eyes meet Nicholas’ his lip quirks slightly. The truth had been revealed. With no counter, there’s only one thing he can say.

“Do what you have to do.”

Nicholas takes a deep breath and takes his sim off the standing Chris, pointing it down at the one on his kneels. His finger tightens around the trigger. Chris looks up with a mixture of fear and betrayal. He puts his hands up as if it’ll stop the on coming assault.

“Wait Nicholas, no please. This isn’t-"

The deed is done, the echo of a shot bouncing off the forest’s walls and a body slumping backwards to its floors. Nicholas takes a few steps forward, looking down at the corpse of his fallen friend. It was a clean shot to the head, blood pooling beneath. Its color causes his stomach to twist. He’d known the creature long enough to know its blood wasn’t the same as his, and that he’d chosen wrong.

“Chris… Oh god..” He falls to the ground in defeat, hand hovering over his best friend as tears fall. He’d just murdered his best friend in cold blood and now he was left alone to whatever cruel fate was destined for him.

Behind him the other Chris watches it all unfold, trying their hardest to keep a straight face. They were no longer Chris; rather an entirely different human they’d chosen as disguise years ago. Their tongue dances over sharp teeth as the sight below; a delicious feast for them alone. They creep closer, Nicholas looking their way with terror in his eyes.

“No.. stay back.. Please.” He backs up into a tree, cowering before them and wondering how long he could get away with it. It seems they’re the first to crack as a small chuckle leaves them. They hold on for a second longer, before finally breaking out into a fit of mad laughter.

It’s a terrible sound. Mocking; inhumane enough to chill one to the core. Nicholas is allowed to find it in the only way he could ever see it. A symphony beautiful enough to make angels weep.

“Did you see the look on his face? Humans rely far too much on their emotions.”

As the creature rambles on, Nicholas turns to them; thankful for taking theatre as a mentor in college. With an love-struck smile and a wipe of the crocodile tears, he stares up at them – hopeful.

“Did I do good, darling?”

The creature’s high halts, a grin as gentle as can be breaking out on their face. “You did wonderful.”

They open themselves up for a hug, Nicholas leaping into their embrace. Your warm arms, of which he never wanted to part from.

“Do you love me now?”

When did this twisted affection begin? A trickster of the woods, and park ranger as devoted as you were devious. You fed off the fear of the those whose memories you'd stolen; weakening them with images of loved ones and driving them mad. It wasn’t exactly your fault they usually got lost and never saw the outside world again.

Nicholas was the new meat thrown in by the park; meant to keep others out while potentially becoming a victim as well. He was terrified as everyone else was at first, but somehow he managed to slip past your radar. Stalking and seeing the real you. A being like no other that pull his heart strings to ribbons.

He tried countless ways to get your attention. The only working method being throwing others to the slaughter. You took him for some kind of fucked up hunter, but he basically melted under the iron grip you had on him when you find acknowledged him. Since that day, he was your little puppet and would have it no other way. Regardless, you wanted to test his loyalty.

If he wanted you, then he had to give something meaningful. A life personal to his own. Of course he was saddened by this revelation, but obtaining your love was above all else.

“Maybe…”

Maybe. Maybe was a good start. Even if it hurt slightly it meant there was still a chance for him. A way to permanently anchor himself into your heart for the rest of your lives. All he had to do was-

Your lips crash against his; silencing all thoughts in his mind aside from the taste of them and the tongue that forces its way down his throat. He clinging to you, desperate for anything you had to give. He unconsciously presses against you, the kiss alone enough to get him going. The situation is terrible. He’s terrible, but he can’t help but want you more than anything in the world. Fire fueled as you move a hand to his waistline, tucking your fingers over his belt.

“Regardless, you are mine. And I treat my property well.”

The station were Nicholas spent most of his days was more like a cabin than anything. He was on site twenty-four seven so accommodates had to be made. You’d seen him from the window before in those depraved hours; touching himself on the bed while thinking of you. Nameless at the time, he still called for you heats of desire; just like he was now as you straddled him over the misplaced sheets. Cold jewelry brushes his brush as you cup his face; him basking in the comfort of your bodies entanglements.

“Darling..” He breaths, a finger shushing him.

“Humans are at their best in moments of fear, but this once I’ll give you something else.

You turn his head to one side, giving you better access to his neck. You kiss along it and his collarbone, sucking the skin and littering it with markings. Your teeth nick him a few times, sending chills up his spine. Your hands roam his body, palming the erection tucked in his boxers. The two of you were nearly bare, the fabric the only thing between you. You pull his cock free, stroking it as Nicholas calls for your attention.

“W-wait.. I want you. The real you.”

Amusement clear on your face, you sit up. There was no need to ask if that’s what he really wanted, because it was all he asked for. Your human body wasn’t too far off from the real thing, but it wasn’t meant for human eyes to behold; a lessor horror meant for the unknown. His head spins as his mind tries to comprehend your changing face – the need for you able to kept it from falling into madness.

“You’re an odd one, you know? I could take any form you’d like, and you want this instead?”

“You’re perfect regardless.”

Just what you expected to hear.

“Let’s continue.” You lower yourself on him, drinking in the soft moan he gives as you do. Taking his hands, you place them above his head; Nicholas grasping at the sheets as you move atop him. Your free hand holds his throat, stroking his pulse. He does his best to avoid rocking his hips into you, wanting you to have complete control unless you told him otherwise.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere story #yandere prompt #yandere oneshot #yandere requests #yandere smut #submisive yqndere #monster reader #tw: death #tw: violence

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morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy · 1 month

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So I've really battled with myself about airing all the dirty laundry.

It's just not me and it doesn't align with my beliefs, but I also can't stand idly by and watch the same shit happen to other people without them knowing that they aren't alone.

Simblr is an absolute cesspool and it's time we've acknowledged it.

Ive been sexually harassed since day one

•People regularly commenting on my random posts asking for pics

•People sending me unsolicited pics

•When I came out I had an influx of people sending me graphic things they wanted to do to me

•As well as people telling me I should be raped and murdered REGULARLY

When I tried to open up about my mental health I got a ton of messages from people telling me that I should just kill myself.

When I finally came out of my shell and started to share some of the music stuff I was doing, everyone started calling me a rapist because of a song i covered.

When i said I would be taking a break because my mother was in the hospital. A ton of people sent me messages telling me they hoped she died. Someone even went as far as threatening to kill her themselves in a detailed message.

A good friend of mine (who was 16? At the time) posted something about black history month iirc and everyone started sending her slurs and telling her they were "going to lynch her ugly n***** ass". This happened for three weeks until she deleted her account.

When I showed support for her I started getting the same comments. Then, when I said I wasn't black, I was called racist.

Any time I made a non-white sim I was accused of cultural appropriation.

Any time I shared insights into my own culture I was also accused of cultural appropriation.

When I would hit out at the racism I've faced as a non-white person, I was told I was racist because I was taking the spotlight away from black people.

Any time I made a queer sim, guess what. Everyone was mad because I wasn't trans, ace, bi, pan, or even gay enough.

As someone that doesn't believe gender plays a part in love, and when I said I don't like labels, I was hounded and called homophobic because I didn't call myself pansexual. And then when I broke down and called myself bisexual, I was called transphoboic because I wasn't "attracted to other genders" which is very much so NOT the case, but no body was willing to hear that.

Two of my best judys can't even long on here without someone sending them a very violent transphoboic message.

Any spelling error I made, I got crucified for.

When I said I was dyslexic I got called stupid and r*******.

When I said I had autism, but was diagnosed with aspergers, because the doctors refused to update, I was called a nazi

When I refused to spread hate or say anything bad about people that were literally attacking me, I was called fake and accused of playing childish games

When I finally said I was being mistreated I was called petty, told I was childish yet again, and it was used as ammo that I'm not the "kumbya" person I claim to be

When I posted some of the awful messages I was receiving, I was told I had to take them down because they were triggering and that it wasn't fair to the person who sent them. Then when I just spoke about the messages I was receiving I was called a liar because I didn't have the "receipts".

Yet when I said I couldn't stand the toxicity of simblr, I was told it was because I was evil and that everybody was just "exposing" me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#sims #simblog #simblr #ts4 simbrl #sims 4 simblr #ts4 simblr #the sims community

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tardytothesimspardy · 7 months

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Shopping Season

She's learning how to punch good

The weekend is here, and though it started a bit rough for Trigger,

Saturday morning involved winter time fun for the whole family: pelting compacted balls of snow at one another.

It's all fun until it's not.

Surprisingly, Susie was the one that hit the most out of all of them. She's a real menace in snowball fights, I guess.

She continued her menace by visiting the Delgato family, because a friend she met at school had the last name of Delgato. Apparently it was a different household, all the way over in San Myshuno, but Susie made sure to ruin the day of Evie Delgato anyway, since she was already there.

Surprisingly, just as Susie was about to leave, Simeon Silversweater (who married Evie) walked over and threw a drink at Evie, totally unprompted.

He was totally uninvolved in Susie and Evie's interactions, but he did it anyway.

Susie then left to try to locate her friend again, and found that he was at the library in Windenburg, so she went over there, and once again it was to no avail. However, she once again antagonized a bystander, just to make the trip worthwhile.

Once she got home, it was very late, and Buck mentioned that maybe she should have just invited that friend over and hung out at home, but Susie likes the sense of adventure that going places (and bullying people) gives her.

The next day, Trigger asked Mary Lu if he could go out shopping, since he had accrued enough money of his own from work to buy some things for his room. Mary Lu was more than happy to come along, since Winterfest is coming soon, and she hasn't started buying presents yet.

They first went to a knick-knack store, which wasn't exactly what Trigger had in mind.

While Trigger made small talk with the people there, Mary Lu went around and bought things willy nilly, sure that everyone would love to see such interesting gifts.

Eventually though, Mary Lu noticed that Trigger was nearly crawling the walls with boredom, so they went over to the clothes store nearby, in hopes that Trigger could find something that he liked.

Once they got there, however, they both realized that it was a fancier store than they could afford, so Trigger mostly just walked around, looking at things he couldn't think about affording any time soon. Mary Lu was trying to make the trip worth it, and so she just starting dancing in front of one of the mannequins on display.

If anyone asks, Trigger has no idea who that dancing woman is.

#I am actively trying to play more with Trigger because I've noticed I'm kind of ignoring him in favor of making Susie the worst #I've tried to have him meet people through school but it doesn't really work?#Why does this keep happening with my teens????#ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #the sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 screenshots #the sims 4 legacy #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #the brokes #images have alt text

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profesionalpartyguest · 2 years

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Random Wants.package discoveries

in the wants.package file there's specific wants for each premade sim, this is just for romeo monty. These are the wants that pop-up when the household is first loaded (E.I how olive wants to retire, How Nina wants to move out, Juliet wanting to go steady). There's ways to edit it in the neighborhood's SWAF, but EA probably couldn't bother redoing it each time the household was loaded they just coded it here.

This is in the "become a plantsim" want. Plantman sounds like a slur also. Curious if this is how plantsims were meant to be called and they changed it or it's a developer nickname.

WOW A LONG LOST broke family member. I headcanon him as Susie's Broke's child. Now these following findings were made by my friend @veronaviile

First before you get your hopes up no this isn't waterside or whatever, it's for the nightlife E3 demo (I've never heard of that ever) Don't know who these are, probably test characters during the demo with specific wants so that they could show off nightlife's features and new wants.

NOW THIS IS INTERESTING. There's cut Beta Fears, which are 100% gone besides their names. Never Learning to walk/talk is interesting because they would make up "growing up badly" much more easy. Also the wants for other sims, like for sims skipping school or never getting married would've been fun.

THIS IS MUCH MORE INTERESTING. These are a bunch of sims, most of them share names with sims from Waterside (the Baxters, Virginia Thompson) but there's also outlier Denise, who has the label (EP4 Demo). Turns out their scripted wants's instance numbers were reused for wants in the later eps.

to end it more cut fears, i am now beginning to realise that never went to school maybe meant college (which was intended for the bg, that's why sims 2 university was the first ep). Also interested if Never received an A+ report card was meant for kids or just like.. knowledge teens. Lamare pointed out that they could also be triggers that stir wants into a certain direction, which is probably more correct tbh. End of post, credits: me @veronaviile for the last 4 images that are MUCH more intersting than mine.

#sims 2 #Ts2 #sims 2 beta

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