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I don't know what she asked for, but I know she got it 😏 #Spoiled
#i understand q#i can't say no to her either#bklegacy extras#vacation outtakes#i have more where these came from lol#something to look at while the fam is in the air#AGAIN#these couldn't just live in the screenshots folder
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And last but not least simblreen gift will give you absolutely unique and gothique experience for your sims 3 games. I'm proudly presents you...
BLOODSUCKER UI
This would be a long-read, sorry for that!
I can consider myself one of the quickest creator of the most complete default UI for TS3 😅 But it would be impossible without help of @mookymilksims ❤ I used her BGM UI as a base, also for some reason regular method of creating DRs of loading screen doesn't work for me, so I used @justmiha97 Clean UI Loading Screen as a reference, what files Ii need to replace. And of course dino_rex with this thread on MTS. I also want to give a huge thanks for the testing and taking screenshots of the mod to @sagasimsworld and Mary_WW (she isn't on tumblr), because without them I couldn't find and fix most critical bugs in time. Also, even if most of the UI is replaced and it's fully playable, It's still need polishing and testing, so if you see any bug or some of the parts of UI that looks bad (e.g buttons that are near each other having different shades or smth like that), send me PM or ask with screenshots. Also this mod needs testing with different reshade presets, because I worry that some of them may enhance red colors of the UI and that may cause eyestrain. All screenshots are taken without reshade.
More info and screenshots:
Recolored most of the CAS, CASt, CAP, CAB (plumbots editor), Live mode, Build & Buy mode and Town mode (except map tags):
Loading Screen is compatible with any language (but has only translated in english and russian in main file and ukrainian translation in separated package (AE_BloodsuckerUI_LoadingScreen_UA), that contains translated files only for english and russian version. For working ukrainian translation in english game you need font replacement (Montserrat).
Yeah, image that I used on loading screen is different from that one I showed you on this post (it's my desktop wallpaper now lol). It's because required image for ts3 loading screens is 1024x768, and when I resize original collage it became squished, so I added more images:
In main file of the UI are added this mods, so if you have them, you need to remove it from your game: @fanaskhe-r update of More slots for topical details mod, cmar_nyc's Skintone Panel, Recolored version of Menaceman's Pets Relationships Icons (other relationship headlines recolored as well!).
I created my own replacement for occults in relationship panel, so @sweetdevil-sims icons or removing of halos isn't needed anymore.
For opportunities tab I used recolored correct Shang Simla Forbidden city icon by @thebleedingwoodland, and I definitely recommend installing the whole mod, just delete with S3PE opp_generic_china image so they wouldn't conflict.
Icons are from Freepik. You are allowed to use them for creating "Minimalistic occult relationship panel" with vanilla UI or other UI default.
Also I created compatible and recolored versions for some popular mods, that replaces parts of UI, you can download them in ADDONS archive:
Recolored version of Expanded Tattoo module of Nraas MasterController (installation in Overrides, and don't forget about CmarNYC Tattoos File):
Recolored and compatible version of @lazyduchess Catalog Search Mod (installation in Overrides):
Compatible version of Arro's 4t3 Replacements of Seasons and Lunar Cycle Icons (3 versions, install only one in Overrides folder):
Compatible and/or recolored versions of Gamefreak130 World Loading Screens Overhaul (Choose only one):
Recolored @xiasimla HD icons (both regular and medieval). Totally optional.
Not an actual mod, but desktop icons (.ico format) for TS3 with logo (2 ver.) and plumbob that I created for this UI.
TOU
DOWNLOAD MAIN FILES | ALT
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Credits: @mookymilksims, Fanaskher, cmar_nyc, Menaceman44, @thebleedingwoodland, Nraas team, @lazyduchess, Arro, Gamefreak130, @xiasimla for their mods; EA/Maxis, Freepik, Tumblr, Pinterest and Landing for images.
Used programs: Adobe Photoshop, Landing, S3PE, Notepad++, EasySTBL.
Fully compatible and recommended UI mods:
4t3 Cursors by Arro (I don't want make my own custom cursors).
Arro's No mod info.
Nraas Portrait Panel.
Ingredients Thumbnails fix by @tasteslikefridge.
Equestrian Centre map tag replacements by Menacemen.
Rabbitholes Map Tags Visibility Changes.
Font defaults: Font replacement by @simstate and Bigger size font.
Defaults by @alverdinesims: Build Grid, Objects placement, Skill and progress meters.
CC Icons Defaults: Replacement or Completely Remove.
CAS & Stylist Room Defaults: Monotone by @agnelid, Different by @cherdawn66, Empty CAS/Stylist, Gothic by @bast-sims.
Moodlets Icons Defaults: 2t3, 4t3.
Traits Icons Defaults (except Social Groups): 2t3, 4t3, Medieval, Medieval LTR by @aprilrainsimblr.
@pis3update @wanderingsimsfinds @bloodys-s3ccfinds @sssvitlanz @nightoccfinds @ninthcirclets3cc @kpccfinds
#my cc#simblreen#the sims 3#sims 3#ts3#s3cc#ts3cc#sims 3 simblr#sims 3 mods#sims 3 cc#ts3 simblr#ts3 mods#sims 3 cc finds#sims3cc#ts3 cc#ts3 download#sims 3 download#Spotify
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Family Member Trait
This is a very simple trait to track your legacy families. It is inherited from parent to child and all it does it give them a trait called Family Member so that you will know which sims your sim is related to after you've lost track, or just to have it there. There is no added effect from being near family--your sims can have a close or difficult relationship without this trait affecting your story.
For your founder (or any sim you're applying it to manually), you can find the Family Member reward trait in the reward store for 100 Satisfaction Points, or you can cheat it on to them (for example, by using MCCC > MC CAS, or you can turn on testing cheats and use the cheat 'traits.equip_trait amethyst_lilac:family_member_reward_trait_basic').
Then, when they have biological children, they will inherit the trait. From Owen down to baby Tabitha.
If you use Show/Search Sim Info (updated by Frankk https://frankkmods.com/#/mods/show-sim-info), you can search all sims in the world to find your family.
The trait is Base Game Compatible and has no custom strings, so it should already be translated to all languages.
To have the trait appear in the reward store or be inheritable, you NEED Lot51's Core Library (https://lot51.cc/core). Otherwise you will need to cheat the trait on, and it will be cosmetic only (no inheritance). But if you want to use it for that, feel free.
It DOES apply to science babies.
It does NOT apply to pre-existing children, children made in CAS, adopted children, or relationships created in any other way then birth or science baby, but you can manually add the traits to them in live mode.
Download: Patreon link (free): https://www.patreon.com/posts/family-member-98435560
The only cc used in the screenshots is Kijiko's eyelashes (various versions) and Lin Natural Nails (https://linsims.tumblr.com/post/670270790994935808/hello-simblr-they-had-been-broken-by-the-last)
Poses (first pic only) are a mix of [ROSELIPA] I GOT LOVE (https://www.patreon.com/posts/roselipa-i-got-79047876), Seated Poses 3 - Pose Pack by StarrySimsie (https://www.patreon.com/posts/94912888), and Family Portrait Collection: I by onyxsims (https://onyxsims.tumblr.com/post/157964977438/family-portrait-collection-i-updated-3317).
Thanks to:
The RivRel mod (long broken now) for giving me the original idea, even though it wasn't quite what I wanted.
Lot51's TDesc Builder and to Sims 4 Studio, which I used to make the trait.
Waffle on discord for helping me get the last piece I couldn't figure out on my own.
Updates and Info:
Cleared for use with game versions 1.105.297.
March 15, 2024: Thanks to recent changes to Lot51's Core Library, the requirement for Mal22's Trait Tracker Injector has been removed. Now requires Lot51's Core Library only. Also now in a zip. Make sure to update Core Library and to unzip the folder! (You should have amethyst_Family Reward Trait.package in your mods folder, not the zip)
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Trying to clean out my screenshots folder because it is way too big but I am coming across so many good tags from people in doing so!! Like the fact that Dean and Cas WOULD be the type to have a cluttered house full of knick knacks and half-finished projects and repurposed items, because Cas would see the beauty in it and Dean lived so long with scarcity that he can't just throw things away.
Cas has a lot of plants yeah but not a single flower pot. Instead he's growing flowers in old boots and chipped coffee mugs and cracked mason jars. Half the plants are actually plants. The other half are lovingly cultivated weeds. Dean made a little walkway that leads up to the house but it's out of salvaged bits of broken brick and cool rocks Jack brought home.
They put their Christmas lights up that first year and never took 'em down. The fridge is covered in photos held on with magnets they bought at gas stations on various road trips. The back yard is slowly accumulating car parts and other useful junk. There's a bath tub out there that Dean helped Cas convert into a frog pond, with a toilet bowl rigged up as a fountain. There's a windmill that used to be one of the wheels on a busted-up Camaro powering the electricity for Dean's workshop, which used to be a wood shed.
Cas keeps chickens and pigs and bees, all in sturdy but makeshift homes made out of salvaged junk. The porch railing is lined with wind chimes and sun catchers made out of random shit Dean or Cas or Jack found, anything that clinks satisfyingly or throws the light. None of their furniture matches and every room is painted a different color.
All their wash cloths are bits of flannel from shirts that couldn't be salvaged as shirts any longer. Their books are dog-eared used copies bought secondhand. Dean's taped the covers back on a few of them. They keep them on a shelf made of old apple crates. There are photos and mementos on every wall, every one in a different type of frame. None of their dishes or silverware match. There are wildflowers in a red solo cup on the kitchen table, left over from the supplies for their last cookout. The cup, not the flowers. Dean brought those home for Cas yesterday when he got back from yardselling.
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Get to know me!
tagged by @elveny, let's see if I can get this done before I have to get out of bed (someone play me the world's smallest violin)
Share your wallpaper: So my PC is set to cycle through my XIV screenshot folder as its wallpaper, so here's my Chromebook (where I do all my writing) and my phone (where I do all my blogging) wallpapers instead!
A lovely comm from thetictactician on Twitter on my Chromebook!
and this amazing comm on my phone from Hollycircling on Twitter, I can't believe she indulged me and went this fucking hard but she did this. In a week.
The last song you listened to: Warrior by Beth Crowley (this is such a Jess song tbh)
Currently Reading: Ok... so... I actually haven't read any sort of published novel since... 2011, with A Storm of Crows I think? So I used to read a shit ton, but it was 11th grade and my friends were like 'You're still reading kids books? Read something for grown ups instead' (I was rereading Percy Jackson at the time, my beloved). So I gave it a try with a 'grown up' fantasy series and... fuck GoT it was awful and I decided if that's what adult literature was like, I didn't want any part of it. So I quit reading entirely.
Last Movie: Bullet Train, months ago. I don't like watching movies - I'm huge into the behind the scenes stuff, cinematography, lighting, direction, costume design etc etc so it makes it hard to watch movies when my brain won't stop analyzing and criticizing everything (honestly modern cinema is so full of people just 'sending it' for the next big paycheck, the heart is just gone). But my husband insisted I watch this one and you know what? It was actually really well made, I was impressed.
Craving: More time. More time to finish these cosplays (Twelve have mercy the con is in a week and a half), more time to write, more time to decompress. Also craving a Chromebook/laptop/portable writing device that doesn't freeze when I type more than 5 letters in a row...
What are you wearing right now: My nightgown! (still in bed) It's got penguins on it and it's fucking adorable.
How tall are you: 5'5, idk what that is in the rest of the world. Americans, y'know.
Piercings: None, but I bought some super cute Ascian earrings last year and I've been really tempted to get my earlobes pierced.
Tattoos: None, not my thing but totally cool for everyone else!
Glasses? Contacts?: Lasik! Totally worth if you can do it.
Last drink: Choccy milk (I am an adult)
Last show: Last narrative-focused show? Uhhhhhh.... I watched the first season of The Walking Dead in 2012 and I legit can't think of anything more recent. I just don't enjoy watching things much, I'd rather be doing something, and I'm such a snob when it comes to screenwriting/characters that most things just don't appeal to me. Other than that the last non-scripted show I watched was Restaurant: Impossible.
Last thing you ate: An oatmeal chocolate chip cookie my sister made last night.
Favourite colour: Wine/burgundy! That deep, dark, blood red with just a hint of purple (in case you couldn't tell since it's the color my WoL wears in every outfit)
Current obsession: FFXIV lol
Unrelated Obsession: Unrelated? I'd say writing but that's kind of related... So, horses? I mean that's just always my obsession.
Any pets: Uh... yeah. I myself have two horses. And then... we have a shit ton of cats. So in 2020 strays kept showing up at our house and then they'd have babies, eventually we managed to catch them all and get them fixed and now some of them have chosen to move in. Shelters are full all across the state, rescues and fosters are full. So now we have... 10 cats that live inside (it's a large house) and then another six/seven that are still feral outside but fixed at least. Nothing much we can do about it, but keeping them inside keeps them safe and saves the wildlife outside, too.
Do you have a crush on anyone: An eternal crush on my husband. He's just amazing. Soft. Adorable. Handsome. Perfect. Goofy. Gorgeous. Smart. Creative. Loving. So many more words. 12 years together in May!
Favourite fictional character: Assuming player characters/WoLs don't count, Elena Fisher from Uncharted. She was the first female character I encountered who was just... normal. Not a token female, not sexualized eye candy, not walking boobs without a personality, she was... a real person, a real character in her own right, whose gender didn't change who she was. And I fell in love with that back in 2007 (I was in middle school then, so it was kind of a big deal for me). She only got better as the years went by, I still love her.
The last place you traveled: Depends on your definition of 'travel'. On a literal sense probably Portland, but since both that and Seattle are practically in my backyard I don't really count those. Other than that, Philadelphia I think, for a wedding.
TAGGING! Oh so many people should do this. Off the top of my head, if you'd like to... @ainyan, @mimble-sparklepudding, @boggleoflight, @tallbluelady, @humblemooncat, @dragoon-mid-jump, @otherworldseekers, @aethericfist and now I'm out of time and have to get ready for work so anyone else who sees this! Sorry I was tagging in a hurry, I know a lot of you are character/RP blogs so feel free to ignore.
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DBH MODDING (1) - HOW I MADE JUICY
Hi everyone :) I'm going to start a lil mod diary because I'm trying my best to learn how to do stuff with like, 0 prior understanding. I'm writing everything I find out because frankly, I can't find info like this elsewhere. I have to figure everything out myself. If you're like me, and have no experience or knowledge in manual modding what-so-ever, I hope this series of entries will help you! If anyone has any information or extra points, PLEASE say something lol. If I'm wrong, I'm begging you to correct me!!!
It's currently 30/12/2022 and for the last 3 days, I've been looking at modstuffs for Detroit: Become Human. I started with the browser model swapper and successfully located the game file it needs. For me, I downloaded DBH through Steam, so I go the HDD (where I keep my Steam stuff) > steamapps > common > Detroit Become Human > and the file will be in the list of BigFiles. HOWEVER I made a new folder just on my HDD called "Original BigFile_PC idx" and copied and pasted the original file into there so if anything breaks, I can just plug my original back in.
That's how I can get shots like this, because I swapped Connor's game model for North's:
I have been hanging out in a DBH modding server, and they're talking words my uneducated ass can hardly understand. But what I have picked up is this:
Mokit is like, movement capture? Like how Bryan explained that the little dots on his face capture the actors movement. And there are a bunch of cameras and stuff. idk here's a YouTube vid. So anyway these movements are saved in files and you can switch mokits with characters.
Pretty sure points on mokits are labelled or something, because in the model swapper, an elbow is an elbow, whether you're North or Sumo.
And so also in the model swapper, you can switch out these files. I have no idea how to do this manually. I haven't experimented with the mokit swaps yet anyway.
After that, I downloaded the Custom Texture Tool (also found in More Tools) and yesterday I cracked it open. Here's what it looks like upon opening:
I locate my game through HDD > steam > steamapps > common > Detroit Become Human. Then this all comes up on the left:
And I'm like dang. I have no idea what any of this does, but what's really cool is that I can see which files are attributed to which BigFile (which I previously couldn't open). Immediately I go for the catalogue, because SURELY that's where the textures live. It looks like this when I open up the Catalogue tab.
I chilled out and browsed the files for a bit before searching for Connor. I really liked how these files are named just because of story structure and specific scenes. It makes so much sense, thank you CONNOR_INTO2.
So rn I can't view a lot of files and I didn't quite understand why, but after a quick Google, it's because you need a specific program to grab em. But anyway, you see that black-red-green-blue square in the third row fifth column in the screenshot? I was like oh man. I know what THIS is for. I export the DDS file (I save the image) and it opens up in PAINT DOT NET. so im like ok ok i'll do it. I gotta.
Using Common Sense, I swatch the red and the green and I keep the text in the parameters of where the old text was so that it goes on Connor's uniform in the right spot. I have no idea what the red and green colours mean. After that, I save it as a separate file in another folder on my HDD. Here is a comparison of the before and after:
I don't know why they have to be upside down, but yep. + Sorry, it's unfortunate I can't upload the Juicy texture to this post. Must be to do with the DDS file format or whatever.
Anyway, this was the result:
crying
So I'm like okay, I understand this a little. I want to colour other stuff. After a whole bunch of dicking around with files (and I will not document my painful process), I watch a video on texture maps. My mind BLEW because:
I could identify the normal maps (purple ones).
I understand now that roughness maps will be the maps that make uniform textures shine or not. (I don't know which ones are roughness maps yet).
A few more things:
This is Connor's uniform jacket and this is his belt, but they're completely different texture maps. I have no idea what the red and green mean. Maybe it's to communicate to the roughness maps what to apply? (Shiny belt buckle vs leather strap.) And for Connor's jacket, here is where I can change the colour and look, but it won't change the fabric texture and actual shape. Anyway, so I'm going to download a 3D model program to see if that gives me a better understanding of things.
I'll update you soon!
~ Trinity
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Just finished Yakuza 3 so here's some of my thoughts:
BEAUTIFUL EYES
Richardson and Kiryu talking at each other in different languages was so funny to me. Like they don't understand each other yet stubbornly keep talking as if they did XD
RIKIYA DYING WAS SO UNNECESSARY FOR THE PLOT WHYY like Kiryu has GOT to get rid of his stupid habit of leaving defeated enemies to their devices around various lethal objects (especially guns). Because they always, ALWAYS get back up. I'm not saying he should kill them. But like secure them in SOME way. Start carrying around some rope or something. I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried.
Damn, Mine, babygirl, you are so beyond fucked up you need therapy BAD
Poor Daigo like imagine getting shot, being in a coma and you wake up on a rooftop in fucking december, toes freezing off, falling off of a hospital bed and immediately being greeted with the sight of several gun wielding assholes. You shoot them, still confused about what's going on (why tf is your father-figure of sorts there? Why is the dude u wished was ir boyfriend there? WHY ARE THEY SHIRTLESS AND BLOODY). Then ur crush starts spouting cryptic shit, the dude you shot somehow still has fight in him and to save you, your crush charges at him, getting shot multiple times and then tells you that he doesnt deserve to live before throwing himself off the roof. You've been awake for three minutes.
Also Haruka slapping Mine was EPIC. She should have kept going, kicked Mine in the shin, bitten his arm etc all feral foaming-at-the-mouth chihuahua mode
Also Mine feeling good about himself for having slapped a teen back. A grown ass adult. Like damn dude has issues
I'm stilk very upset about Rikiya. Like one moment I would run away from him in the Kamurocho streets and giggle with a warm feeling in my chest when he'd scream "ANIKII!!" and then the next he fell victim to this stupid gimmick of defeated opponents not being taken care of properly
I honestly feel like that gimmick is so overdone at this point
I think I did something wrong during the final boss battle because Mine was constantly going into this Jojo's bizarre adventure pose and regenerating health AND I had to do like the exact same QTE cutscene like four times even though I never failed it (besides the first time)
RIGHT I ALMOST FORGOT my steam screenshot folder is prob like 90% just various Majima facial expressions because I enjoyed them so much. Reminds me of that post going like "while older character models are kinda eh Majima's crowfeet in them slap!" and I really agree. I'm playing the games chronologically and when I got to YK2 something about Majima just looked extremely off but I couldn't put my finger on it. I think that's it tho they ironed him out and took away his wrinkles :(. Like obvs the model is still good it was just a weird change that I'm not sure why they implemented it. Anyway the Y3 Majima expressions are fucking precious especially the grins
Also pink truck scene probably best scene in the game it was so cute the way Majima was worried that he accidentally ran over Kiryu <3
I took way too long to finish this game because the old graphics are kind of jarring especially considering I played Judgement and Lost Judgement at the same time, but it was still a pretty good game. (another contributing factor was that for some reason the game doesn't allow me to do anything else on my PC besides access the taskbar while I'm playing it so taking short breaks is harder. The game literally does not allow for any apps to show up on screen) I'd really like a YK3 I think that would be epic especially to get an updated Rikiya model (I think there's an updated Mine model in Ishin? Idk anyway just more modern graphics would be really cool)
I can continue with Y4 now, which I'm really excited for because I've hears quite a bit of stuff about Akiyama and Saejima and this will be like the first proper contact with them and their storylines. I've actually started Y4 already and Akiyama has major cat energy to me
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(NEW COPYPASTA YALL) (also tw for blood and dismemberment) I was taking a walk across the city, when I found a USB drive on the road, and it was 500GB. It had no label. I wondered what it had, so being the "Mr. Curious Man" I was, I picked it up, and took it home.I inserted the USB drive into my laptop. It had one .rar file, and it was 16GB in the USB drive. It was named "DeadPrinter.rar". I extracted the .rar file, and I looked in it, and it only had one file, and it was named "DeadPrinter.avi". I looked to see what the file's size is, and... WHAT!? Only 10 Megabytes!? "Why so much wasted space!?" I yelled. How is this folder 16 gigabytes, when the file inside it had only 10 Megabytes!? But despite that huge amount of wasted space, I played the .avi file, and Windows Media Player popped up.To my surprise, it was Object Terror.It started out with the normal intro you'd see in Episode 3 and onwards, but at the end, the hosts of Object Terror (Printer and Computer) were never seen, not even the new intern (Honey). After the intro, there was 45 seconds of static, and then it showed a picture that I couldn't see at first, because the video quality was horrible. But after 15 seconds, the image began to clear up, and so did the video quality. I then realized what the picture was. It was a photo of Printer (the primary host) dead, with no eyes, mouth open, and no limbs. A pool of blood was forming under him. This picture went on screen for 42 seconds, before it went to black. I thought that the file ended here, but when I looked on the timeline, I was wrong.It said that there's more, and the black screen lasted for 9 minutes, and I can't stand waiting for 9 minutes, so I played on my 2DS just to kill time.After 4 minutes, I stopped playing on my 2DS, and just when I was about to skip ahead..."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"An ear-piercing scream erupted out of nowhere, shaking up the whole house. I mean, if I was in a cartoon, it would shake up the world! I jolted, looked at my laptop volume, and it said that it was 10%, when the scream was up to 100% volume! I was confused, seeing as how I didn't adjust my laptop volume, so I kept on waiting for 5 more minutes. After 5 minutes of waiting, text appeared, and it said:"In Memory OfPrinter, Host of Object Terror2016-2019"The file ended there.After that, I got the infamous BSoD. After I rebooted my laptop, I looked at my C:/ Drive, and it was whipped clean and formatted. This made me really angry, because not only had I lost my pictures I just collected, but I also lost all my stuff! My C:/ Drive was not the only device that got formatted. Even the USB drive was formatted. So I'm sorry that there's no video just like Red Mist, suicidemouse.avi, and fudd.wmv.What I did manage to do, however, was take two screenshots of the file. If you ever see a strange USB drive on the road, leave it there. That's where it belongs.UPDATE: A 13 year old who lives not too far away from me found the USB drive that had the file, but he didn't get a BSoD after the file ended, nor did he have his C:/ Drive or the USB drive formatted. So he put the file on his C:/ Drive and put it up on his website that was only up for about 4 months before it got taken down.
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I know you get a ton of these but I also know how much you love them so........
List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥
i don't mind answering more!! thank you for the ask bestie 💞
the last one i did of these was for grandma aoife so i'll branch out and do this one for grandpa joseph 😇 i would add a picture of him but i don't have access to my screenshot folder at the moment...rip
i gave backstory for grandma so now you get his! tbh grandpa had a very hard childhood 😭 he immigrated to the states when he was five years old and his family lived in new york for a few years BUT his parents were never really able to find stable, well-paying work so they were homeless on the streets of new york for three years. his mother unalived herself from the stress, then finally his father got work in a copper mine in michigan and the family took up residence in a boarding house. but...you know...his father was super busy and his mother was dead so joseph and his sisters were tended to and looked after by the other women of the house
i also talked about aoife's jobs in one post so now for his as well! joseph really did not want to follow in his father's footsteps and get stuck in crazy dangerous manual labor but unfortunately, finances were never in his favor to take him anywhere else. so he worked in a factory building cars for a while (which is where he met his wife btw 💘) and when they gave up on that trade and moved back to the upper peninsula with aoife and their kids to look after his dying father, he took up logging. lumberjack king! but tbh that didn't pay the bills entirely either so on the side, he was also the neighborhood/town handyman 🔧
related but he really would do anything for his wife, his kids, and his grandkids! in some ways he regrets that he couldn't follow his dreams to go to college and do something with a degree, but he does not regret that his hard work and years destroying his body to make a dime financed aoife's dream to run a bakery and ensured that his kids and grandkids get to follow their dreams and live their lives the way they want. he's a real softie and a real family man! also, sure, he did work a lot but he never wanted to be like his dad and be unavailable or distant. he gave up all his free time in the world to spend it with his wife and kids. sometimes the lack of space and time to rest and recover really got to him but it was just too important to him personally to use that time for his loved ones instead of on himself
i also think he struggles to say he has "hobbies" because of his lack of free time and money for most of his life. BUT his hobbies are usually pretty outdoorsy. he does love cooking but he also enjoys gardening, hiking, or taking long drives through the middle of nowhere and just looking at scenery. when it comes to gardening, of course he's a bit practical and has a vegetable and fruit garden, but he also loves flowers! naturally he grows the fruits for aoife to use in her baked goods but his flower garden is kind of his personal pride and joy and he likes that it offsets the uselessness of grass, since the flowers bring bees and other pollinators around
speaking of hobbies, he's kept a daily journal since he was like twelve years old and has never stopped or missed a day in his life. his plans are to keep going until the day he dies. so there's a stack of leather-bound journals on a bookshelf in the bedroom and they're all filled to the brim with his musings and messy, terrible, nearly illegible handwriting!
#asks#hlcn: oc info#hlcn: story extras#hlcn: joseph#he's a good guy <3#actually these facts are important to an upcoming story post hehe
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I was taking a walk across the city, when I found a USB drive on the road, and it was 500GB. It had no label. I wondered what it had, so being the "Mr. Curious Man" I was, I picked it up, and took it home.I inserted the USB drive into my laptop. It had one .rar file, and it was 16GB in the USB drive. It was named "DeadPrinter.rar". I extracted the .rar file, and I looked in it, and it only had one file, and it was named "DeadPrinter.avi". I looked to see what the file's size is, and... WHAT!? Only 10 Megabytes!? "Why so much wasted space!?" I yelled. How is this folder 16 gigabytes, when the file inside it had only 10 Megabytes!? But despite that huge amount of wasted space, I played the .avi file, and Windows Media Player popped up.To my surprise, it was Object Terror.It started out with the normal intro you'd see in Episode 3 and onwards, but at the end, the hosts of Object Terror (Printer and Computer) were never seen, not even the new intern (Honey). After the intro, there was 45 seconds of static, and then it showed a picture that I couldn't see at first, because the video quality was horrible. But after 15 seconds, the image began to clear up, and so did the video quality. I then realized what the picture was. It was a photo of Printer (the primary host) dead, with no eyes, mouth open, and no limbs. A pool of blood was forming under him. This picture went on screen for 42 seconds, before it went to black. I thought that the file ended here, but when I looked on the timeline, I was wrong.It said that there's more, and the black screen lasted for 9 minutes, and I can't stand waiting for 9 minutes, so I played on my 2DS just to kill time.After 4 minutes, I stopped playing on my 2DS, and just when I was about to skip ahead..."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"An ear-piercing scream erupted out of nowhere, shaking up the whole house. I mean, if I was in a cartoon, it would shake up the world! I jolted, looked at my laptop volume, and it said that it was 10%, when the scream was up to 100% volume! I was confused, seeing as how I didn't adjust my laptop volume, so I kept on waiting for 5 more minutes. After 5 minutes of waiting, text appeared, and it said:"In Memory OfPrinter, Host of Object Terror2016-2019"The file ended there.After that, I got the infamous BSoD. After I rebooted my laptop, I looked at my C:/ Drive, and it was whipped clean and formatted. This made me really angry, because not only had I lost my pictures I just collected, but I also lost all my stuff! My C:/ Drive was not the only device that got formatted. Even the USB drive was formatted. So I'm sorry that there's no video just like Red Mist, suicidemouse.avi, and fudd.wmv.What I did manage to do, however, was take two screenshots of the file. If you ever see a strange USB drive on the road, leave it there. That's where it belongs.UPDATE: A 13 year old who lives not too far away from me found the USB drive that had the file, but he didn't get a BSoD after the file ended, nor did he have his C:/ Drive or the USB drive formatted. So he put the file on his C:/ Drive and put it up on his website that was only up for about 4 months before it got taken down.
SHUT UP SHUT UP GET OUT OF MY HEADDD/j
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dreams come true | yuta
"soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks." — ny
[ part of the my bloody valentine collection ]
tw. gore, blood, murder, death, killings, mentions of illegal organ trafficking, violence, mentions of stalking, minor character deaths, weapons (a knife and a gun), almost (??) suggestive content but nothing happened
disc. this is rlly fucked up and yuta is unredeemable. i dont condone such acts. this is all a work of fiction and meant to entertain.
wc. 5k
every time you sleep, the void is sickening. it was all you could see, lightyears and lightyears away of pitch black that made your head dizzy and your stomach dry heave. you've always wondered when you'll start dreaming about your soulmate's memories. they were like little secrets, another way for two people to be intimate without even being together. their days were flashing before their soulmate's eyes in the form of a dream. it's as if you spent the day with them!
you loved it, the whole concept of it. it sounded so wholesome and sweet and jesus fucking christ, you've always been such a hopeless romantic.
it was sweet until it turned sour. you loved it until you hated it. it was romantic until it turned downright terrifying.
you wake up covered in cold sweat, panting and gasping as if you've run a whole marathon.
moonlight seeps through your glass window, slightly left ajar for the midnight breeze to pass through – you walk up to it, pull it shut, and draw your thick curtains together. you exhaled, breath shaking as you tried to anchor yourself back to the ground.
with the only source of your light disappearing, darkness envelops you whole. for once, you craved the void. you want that void back if it meant never seeing something like that again – something straight out of your worst nightmare.
"119, what's your emergency?"
"uhm, i think… i think i just witnessed a massacre."
you reiterate everything you saw in the dream – the mahogany door, paint chipping off the drywalls. the doorknob was rusty, so were the hinges, and it made an ominous creak when pushed open. the light switches on, the first you see was a bunch of dirty ice coolers in what should've been the living room, it wasn't even the slightest bit organized. they were everywhere, and the floor looked grimy and disgusting, like there's a stain they can't seem to scrub off. only when your soulmate has stalked closer did you see the labels haphazardly taped on top of the ice coolers.
kidneys. livers. lungs. pancreas. intestines – you nearly vomited on the floor, trying to relay everything you saw to the operator on the other end of the call.
then came the gruesome parts.
their deaths.
they were five people in total. men clad in cheap t-shirts and pants, wearing all these similar leather jackets. some were well-built, ripped in the arms and thighs, but some were skinny, the jackets hanging on their small frames.
they never stood a chance against him.
your soulmate is agile, quick on his feet with outstanding eye-hand coordination. only equipped with a butcher's knife, but it was all he needed to take them down and send them knocking on inferno's gates. he was skilled, knowing when to pounce and where to slash his knife to maim but never to kill. by the time your soulmate was through with them, everything is bloody red. all the victims' eyes widened as they sputtered and choked on their blood – not dead, but dying...
because your soulmate wasn't done yet.
a killer should have a modus operandi, should they not? so he took out a desert eagle, stood before the bleeding bodies, and shot two bullets straight into their eyes. the finishing touch? carving a frown on their faces with his butcher's knife.
the operator only told you one thing after she's made you describe the place for them to track the crime scene down.
"double-check all your windows and doors."
because you couldn't be too sure, not when you have been granted a front seat to the sad face slayer's most recent endeavors.
the detective eyes you with a certain pity. maybe that's why you don't bother meeting his eyes. you sit still on a chair, camera blinking red behind him, the interrogation room is freezing even with the thick jacket you're wearing.
seven billion people in the world and you're soulmate's a ruthless serial killer who took it upon himself to purge the world of evildoers – he was playing god, no wonder the detective is looking at you like that.
"uhh…" he's awkward, fidgeting in his seat. "and you saw this all in a dream?"
"yes."
you've known him only minutes ago. mark lee was his name and he seems to be a subordinate of a higher, more experienced detective named kim doyoung. you don't know whether to feel offended or not for having a doe-eyed newbie taking care of the case, but you pushed it at the back of your mind, knowing his superior is watching on the other side of the two-way mirror.
"did you have, like, other past instances where you dreamt of him? of what he…" mark looked like he was going to throw up. "what he does to his other victims?"
you shook your head. no. "i've mostly just heard of him on the news. i don't think i have the stomach to find out in-depth what the killer does."
mark takes out a folder, features walking the fine white line between looking apologetic or wanting to say me too. "i'm, uhh, really sorry to hear that."
there's a sudden pregnant silence encapsulating the interrogation room. it felt like you were mourning for something, the chains of dread dragging your heart to the ground as it pounded against your ribcage. mark looked like he wanted to say something, but you swore his eyes darted towards the camera in the corner and decided otherwise.
"anyway…" he trails. flipping the folder open in one swift motion. "past sightings have given us the sad face slayer's name."
he slaps down a picture of a man, his hair raven and a permanent scowl etched on his face. the quality was shitty. it looked like it was a screenshot taken from zoomed-in cctv footage.
"nakamoto yuta, twenty-five, japanese, and has slipped one too many times past authorities that at this point, it's practically a talent."
and just like that, it made sense why you're here.
your lips pursed in contemplation, palms quaking as your fingers reach forward to inspect your soulmate's picture. "and… you want to use my soulmate connection –" you glowered. never had a sentence sounded so fucking cursed and utterly wrong. "– to catch him?"
mark can't look you in the eye. "yes. he's very elusive. his killings have been happening cross-country and, as you can see, have garnered national media attention. the police are hanging by a thread here. a month in his case and all we got is his MO, name, and that he has this weird god complex on him. if we can't catch him by the end of next month…" he shrugs. "the feds are going to interfere, sooner or later."
"so…" you trail, urging him to continue.
"so, we need as much information about him as we can get and your dreams about him will be able to provide that."
fucking great.
the much newer revelations of precisely who it was on the other end of the soulmate connection put a significant damper on your mood. you'd like to think your new little cop buddy who follows you around gives you the least bit sense of security, but alas, it doesn't. not when you've seen first hand how yuta took down five men all at once without breaking a fucking sweat – you absolutely refuse to call him your soulmate, you'd never accept a person with his nature as a soulmate.
you try to hide the bracelet mark handed you last two weeks ago, during your time spent in the precinct's interrogation room.
"please have this on you at all times until we catch him, okay? this is for extra measures, just in case something happens to the cop assigned to guard you. just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?"
considering you're now probably being hunted alive for snitching on a serial killer? mark lee, that was not funny at all.
"do you have to get inside the lecture with me?" you whine, shielding your face with your hair when you notice people shooting glances at the rather handsome cop they assigned to you. "it's not like he'll attack in broad daylight! and in a fucking classroom, for that matter."
jaehyun looks just about ready to hurl you out the window. "lower down your voice," he scolds. "serial killers don't pick a time and place, sweetheart. he kills when necessary and if it's fucking necessary to murder everyone in that classroom to get to you? he'll do it in a fucking heartbeat."
you sigh when the chair next to you screeches against the floor, the aforementioned male taking his seat right next to you. jaehyun felt more like a babysitter than a cop, who seems to have a habit of constantly inputting his not-even-needed opinions on the most superficial things.
are witness protection protocols like this?
it was a good thing that overgrown bat doesn't come hanging around in your apartment, but he does have the police car parked right across the building's entrance. judging by how meticulous and thorough he seems to be, he won't miss any face that comes in and out of the building.
you didn't forget exactly why you're under witness protection. for the cops to waste one good officer to follow you around, you needed to be valuable and being valuable meant sleeping through nightmare-induced dreams of what your soulmate does for a living. the scenes are so gruesome, so graphic and utterly gory, that you dart towards the bathroom first thing after waking up in cold sweat, draining all of dinner down the toilet bowl.
after dreaming of him in action a few times, you've now completely understood what detective lee had said regarding yuta's god complex. it was unsightly, yet there was a twisted sense of heroism to it. if there's one thing, he only gutted the bad guys – but that didn't make nakamoto yuta any less of a bad guy, himself.
i need to ask you a favor [sent 2:05am]
JJH: what? [received 2:10am]
often the nightmares were too much. too much that you thought of escaping its horrors by never getting a wink of sleep ever again – until you realized you're a witness and is probably the only chance for the seoul police department to catch that bastard.
buy me sleeping pills? [read 2:08am]
when you peep out of the window, you find an empty spot across the road where jaehyun usually parks the police car. twenty minutes later, you answer the knocking on your door. he used that little "code" he did for you to know it was him. jaehyun was glowering and muttering about how he wasn't some errand boy when he shoved the plastic bottle in your hand yet, you still thanked him nonetheless.
the pills worked like a charm. you managed to stay asleep throughout the whole night, ceasing those episodes of yours where you jolt awake in the middle of dreaming about the sad face slayer's memories.
life continued for you. it became a little bearable, but that didn't mean the horrific murders you see in your dreams are something you can get used to – you don't think you'll ever get used to the sight of him slashing his victims, the blood trickling like a goddamned waterfall.
today the dreams were different. anticlimactic, per se, if you compare it to the violence so utterly present in his memories.
the first you see were black gates, then it shifted to him ordering coffee in a café (amazing what a simple black mask can hide). it switched to him walking on a sidewalk, then he arrives at his destination, an apartment building – it wasn't too rundown, nor was it extravagant.
the serial killer takes the elevator and walks up to a mahogany door –
your room number is a blaring sight.
you couldn't be wrong, not when the 506 with the missing zero in the middle was a sight you saw every day, going and coming home from university.
that was your front door.
he was at your front door.
you jolt awake, ignoring the icky feel of sweat making your clothes cling onto your skin. ice creeps up your spine and freezes you over when you notice with a sinking realization.
those black gates are from the university you attended. that café is your favorite study nook. and that sidewalk is a route you take every day.
you clamp your hands on your mouth as tears roll down your cheeks in rivulets. you pull the comforters up above your head, fear gripping onto you with a vice-like grip as you sob.
it was in the dead of night, moonlight grazing the confines of your room and hours away from dusk. you finally utter those three words in a frightened whisper.
"he's stalking me."
as if having the overgrown bat jaehyun following and annoying you around wasn't enough, you now have another person keeping watch over you. mark lee, unlike jaehyun, may not be as ripped with muscle, but you heard from your cop buddy that the young detective has a few black belts under him. people at the precinct said that if they have to choose one person who can ever come close to the sad face slayer's agility, mark lee's your guy.
"you gotta be shitting me," you mutter, leaning close to jaehyun to whisper like high school girls talking about gossip. "he doesn't look the type!"
jaehyun, in turn, plays along and copies you. "yeah, true. he gets that a lot, i think,"
"guys, i'm literally in the back seat. i can hear everything."
the change hadn't been too drastic. at least mark was there when jaehyun proved to be difficult, pulling him towards the other way when the older male tried waltzing into your class again. "you don't need to sit next to her in her class! are you serious? there's one exit and entrance and we're on the fifth floor. breaking into that classroom will be the end of nakamoto's serial killer career!"
you shoot mark an appreciative smile, one he quickly returned before hauling jaehyun around the hallway. "we'll just be at the canteen, okay? press the 'lil button on your bracelet and we'll be right there!"
shaking your head with a slight smile on your face, you entered the classroom, sat in your usual spot, and did some of your readings from our other class to kill time. you hardly hear the screech of the chair next to you as it was pulled back. not like you cared much for whoever sat down next to you, but you can't deny there's that feeling of missing jaehyun when he used to force his way into the lecture.
"settle down! settle down, people!"
the professor enters and the class begins.
you were meticulous with your note-taking system. it's thorough, leaving no room for information to slip you. having already printed hard copies of the powerpoint presentation and simply jotting down some extra key points mentioned by your professor.
you were just about to raise your hand for a question when you feel something warm graze past your arm. you absentmindedly look down.
the breath is sucked right out of your lungs.
hi, soulmate
there, scribbled with an ominous red crayon on a small piece of paper. it was almost laughable how innocent it looked but when you follow the ring-clad hand, up the black hoodie he's wearing, and finally to his face—
"hi! i'm yuta."
his cheshire smile spikes up your heartbeat. it makes you want to throw up, makes you want to slam your head against the desk. the fight or flight hormone you have is making you restless, eyes pinned on the serial killer sitting next to you, scared that if you avert your gaze, he's going to take out that desert eagle and shoot you until your skull caves in and the bullets in his magazine empties.
"but judging by your reaction, i don't think introductions are needed, hm?" his tone is easy, conversational even and it shoots a freezing jolt of fear right up your spine. it makes you sweat profusely because you don't fucking know what to do, your thoughts in complete and utter disarray.
"just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?" you swallow, sneakily pressing the button without breaking eye contact with the serial killer sitting in front of you.
"look upfront. now." yuta orders and you nearly snap your neck as you turn your head with lightning speed.
"i thought i was above the soulmate rules, but here we are. my soul is either too tainted or too great to be tied to such trivial things, but oh well, we learn to work with what we have. surprisingly, i learned to like dreaming about how your day went."
you feel something sharp poking at your thigh and when you look down, he has a silver butterfly knife pointed against you. the precision of the angle he held it with doesn't slip your notice. one slice of that knife, no matter how small, and he'll be spilling your guts in this classroom.
a fat tear rolls down your face.
"can you imagine how much my heart broke when i learned you were spying on me? leaking information to that snobby detective? to those incompetent cops? bad baby, that was very bad of you."
"yuta—"
"you think the cops can save you from me?"
his other hand comes in contact with the nape of your neck, holding your head in place as he leaned down to invade your space. he scoffs, and you can picture that terrifying cheshire grin you've seen one too many times in your dreams.
the knife digs through your coat, the tip hardly poking your skin only because he doesn't want to drive it into you yet. how did he even manage to get inside the university? not to mention the weapons he possessed? shouldn't anyone be suspicious when they see a man dressed in all black, clad in jeans and a hoodie, into a university—
he even dressed the part. with that hood drawn up and carrying that one notebook, he looked fairly normal. someone who can easily blend in with the crowd.
you eye your professor, willing him to look at you but your soulmate is having none of that. you squirm when he drives the knife further, at the base of your stomach. with his other hand, he twirls a lock of hair around his finger. "now, now, soulmate. you don't want half the people here to get hurt, do you? unless... that can easily be arranged—"
"no!" you whisper, head jerking to the side to look at him humming in satisfaction. damn. out of all the faces he's seen contorted with fear, yours is his absolute favorite. with those pleading, glassy eyes and parted lips, yuta is tenting in his sweats.
"thought so," he chuckles. "let's get up. we're leaving. that old crook doesn't care if students just up and went in the middle of his lecture."
you don't want to think about how he even knew that because it implied attending the lectures a good amount of times. it's with sinking realization that jaehyun was right. if it weren't for him insisting to sit next to you, nakamoto yuta would've long gotten you in his claws.
you tried gathering your things until he purred into your ear.
"ah, ah, ah. you wouldn't be needing those with where we're going."
the hallways were empty, not that you had much time to scream for help when he had a knife pointed up your back, shoving you into the fire escape stairs. within the tranquil confines of the staircases, the sad face slayer couldn't fucking care less for your personal space.
he disgusts you greatly, he needn't do anything but stand there in front of you but you can already smell the long blood trail from his path. it reeks of rotting flesh and that infuriating god complex he had left a sour aftertaste.
"you know, i genuinely wanted to get to know you," yuta pouts, shaking the hoodie off his head. his hair raven, it's ends kissing the nape of his neck. he looked like he came right out of a shounen manga but the bloodlust in his eyes is something that can never be masked. "i detested the soulmate connection at first, i thought i should just kill you off because you could be my loose end."
his humorless smile is enough to give you nightmares.
"but seeing how sweetly normal and untainted you are made me hold back," the butterfly knife appears before your line of sight, yuta teasingly dragging the tip right down your cheek to trace your tears. "so, why did you snitch, baby?"
you shiver when he noses the side of your neck, inhaling your scent as his other hand hooks underneath your top, freezing fingers making you jolt. when you don't reply, his patience starts to dwindle. then again, he was never a patient man.
"answer me, you bitch. why did you rat me out?" gone is the playful lilt in his voice. the vibrations surge through you as his deep, demanding voice scares you shitless.
you feel, hear, and smell him everywhere. this wasn't like any nightmare. this is real, and you won't magically wake up on your bed, sighing in relief, knowing he isn't there, that it was all just in your head. no, this was very much real and there's absolutely no escape.
"i didn't," your voice cracks. "i didn't mean to—"
"bullshit!" he yells. you wail in pain when he slams you against the wall, head aching as it came in contact with concrete. "because of you betraying me, i nearly fucking got caught, and i never get caught!"
you were full out sobbing at this point, noisy and unsightly as the snot mixes with your tears. your only hope now is he gives you a quick, painless death and that he doesn't carve and mutilate your face like what he always does to his other poor victims. "i'm sorry! please... i'm so sorry. i was scared—"
he coos mockingly, tilting his head to the side as he inched his face closer. "aw, scared? my sweet little soulmate was scared?" he places the blade flat against your neck. as humiliating and degrading as it was, you almost peed on your clothes. "how about now? i'm sure as hell that you're fucking terrified for your useless life right now."
you cringe when his hand abandons the expanse of your stomach, no longer inching higher, finding its purchase on the hair sitting at the crown of your head. he holds you in place like that, forcing your head parallel against the wall, with his whole body pressing up to you that it's nearly suffocating.
"just one quick little slice," he taunts. you hiccuped when you feel the feathery light scrape of the blade moving against your skin. "you won't even have time to scream… but i'm sure we don't want that, do we?"
you forgot how to speak. forgot how to breathe. whenever your mind wanders, you've always thought about how you'll give this killer a piece of your mind, with the amount of fear and sorrow he inflicts upon other people. but you guess realities were a lot more different than expectations. the yuta you dreamed of meeting is in handcuffs, but fate is a fickle little thing.
"do we?" he repeats, slicing ever so slightly at your skin. enough to draw blood in droplets, never a waterfall.
"n – no."
he smiles. "you can make it up to me. do you want to make it up to me?"
the butterfly knife digs even further. a warning. and if you value your useless life, you should be smart enough to know what to answer. drawing a shaky breath, you tried forcing the ends of your lips up to a smile. "of course, yuta."
your voice breaks as your sobbing grips your body whole. the fear consuming your entire being like a parasite consuming the host. you would've shut down altogether if it weren't for the calloused hands gently gripping your face. "i know, i know. i see how regretful you are, baby. don't worry, i won't hurt you. you'll make it up to me."
anyone would be fucking stupid if you believe those words coming from a serial killer.
in your wrecked state, you barely register that he's pushing you down to your knees. skin coming in contact with the freezing linoleum floor as you refuse to look at what his hands are doing. yuta has pocketed his knife. the sound of a belt unbuckling in itself added insult to injury.
you stare blankly at his shoes as he shoves his bottoms down enough for his cock to show. if you squint hard enough, you'll see tiny splatters of blood in the shoelaces. whether or not he feels you're unresponsive, he doesn't show. maybe he doesn't care entirely. he takes one of your hands and used it to wrap around himself. he gasps, sharp, followed by a hiss.
you feel it throbbing and it strengthens the disgust you feel. no way you're going to give him the satisfaction of eye contact when you're already forced to blow this psycho.
"eyes up."
you sniffled, vulnerability present in the tone you speak. "i don't want to. please, don't make me."
if words alone aren't enough for you to follow orders, maybe you'll feel more motivated if held at gunpoint. it's unmistakable, the infamous desert eagle you've only seen in your nightmares. the last thing you ever expected is to be on the side where the bullet comes out.
the barrel is freezing as he digs it into the crown of your head. "soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks."
your eyes looked up then. glaring as the tears rolled down your face. "you're a monster," you mutter under your breath. where you got the confidence to fight back is unknown.
"i've heard that before, be more creative next time," he holds your hair tight in one grip, shoving you forward, eye-level to his throbbing dick. "now… suck, baby."
"freeze!"
you knew that voice, you've been hearing it for the last two weeks. "jaehyun–!"
yuta cuts you off, shoving the gun into your mouth. the safety clicking off resonating in the tranquil room. it's deafening, and it makes you immobile.
"hands up. step away from the civilian." whether or not mark is nervous as he points the gun at the serial killer, he's doing a damn good job of hiding it.
yuta sighs, exasperated as he throws his head back. his raised arms came down to tuck himself back in his jeans, and the action made jaehyun's calm exterior crack. "i said, hands up, asshole!"
"chill out, motherfucker. i'm just trying to wear my pants." the serial killer hisses, glaring at jaehyun over his shoulder.
"mark, call back up already. what are you doing?" jaehyun mutters, side-eyeing the young detective whose gun shakes as he holds it up. the taller cop takes a step forward, eyes never leaving the notorious killer as he addresses you curtly. "(name), come here."
just as you plant your palms to the ground to push yourself up, one of yuta's hands shoves you down quick as lightning. "no. she stays here, with me."
jaehyun scowls, takes another step forward. "and what makes you think i'm going to let that happen?"
"i don't think. i know."
there's a constant ring in your ear as the gunshot temporarily renders you deaf. you've shut your eyes in utter fright, hands shooting up to cover your ears but it was too late. you refuse to open your eyes, you didn't want to see a dead body lying before you, even if it belonged to a heartless serial killer.
but when your eyes fluttered open, it's not yuta bleeding out on the ground.
"no, this can't be – jaehyun!"
it was a bullet straight to the head, no one could've survived a shot like that. his eyes are empty as he stares at you, unblinking, stoic. the color is yet to drown away from his milky complexion. but you can't even manipulate yourself into thinking that jaehyun's still alive. not when his eyes are empty, not when he just looks so lifeless.
it couldn't have been yuta who pulled the trigger.
his weapons were on the ground and the shot rang too fast. the sad face slayer couldn't have crouched down for his gun to shoot the cop, it would've taken too much time. and among the three men, there's only another person holding a weapon, and that was –
"great shot, mark."
the detective smiles, but with the blood splattered on his face, it looked cold. "told ya i've been practicing."
yuta hauls you up by the arms, addicted to how frail your body feels as it collapses against him. he's finally got his little soulmate in his arms. and he will never, ever let you go.
the cops lost – you've lost.
yuta, with a sense of victory coursing through his veins, took the liberty of trailing little pecks down your neck as he mutters, "mine, mine, mine!" but you couldn't care less about his display of mocked affection. not when the other person meant to protect you, turned out to be everything you think he wasn't.
mark must've felt the gravity of your stare as he crouches before jaehyun's bleeding body. grabbing the fallen cop's gun, he took it upon himself to empty the magazine. the lopsided grin he sends you broke your resolve more than yuta ever could.
"i'm sorry. it's nothing personal."
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I was tagged by @summrsbuffy to list all the file names in my wip folder! thanks bb
ok this is funny because there is stuff i started writing in september-october i actually forgot about help
long distance or some shit: (one of those wips i forgot about) yeah that's the title of the file. nice. so basically the idea was that jemma is a translator working in barcelona (i was thinking of changing that to rome for... obvious reasons) and she goes back to london for a few days and daisy invites her to dinner with a few other friends and hunter brings his friend fitz. also bobbi is jemma's roommate in barcelona. this is all coming back to me now.
untitled: jemma going on erasmus in rome and she's living with hunter and they have to find another roommate which, of course, turns out to be daisy. when i tell you i don't remember what was i planning for fitz in this. (as i said, it was october)
untitled #2: can you tell i'm bad with titles? anyway. jemma is a flight attendant and she sees fitz a few times on her routes. who the fuck is he? ok i'm not saying because i really want to go back to this haha (also crying @ myself for pasting a screenshot of timetables of london - new york flights on this document)
game au: when i tell you that i randomly got this idea when i was about to fall asleep one night and i couldn't sleep because my brain was all wired up lmao ok so basically just jemma and fitz working in the same company (you can guess the type of company but the title i guess) and wanting to stay friends because what if things don't work out? this is actually almost finished i just got stuck, of course i did, on a sex scene.
huntingbird alya: huntingbird meeting alya, pretty much.
untitled #3: this is based on my own experience of missing my flight in london a couple of weeks ago. i swapped it, meaning that jemma misses her flight in rome. she meets fitz, because of course. i got the idea while i was trying not to cry for the 1874th time that night and i guess that writing this is the only good thing that came out of that experience.
#tag games#jana tag#thanks bestie <3#also i have a file where i write down random plots as well.. as if this wasn't enough jkahdhas
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What are some of the tvd to fandoms greatest hits so to speak... I was only in it for a short time and then jumped out because I couldn't stand to
Oh, well allow me to be your guide. This will be under a read more because I already know, I’m gonna write a whole essay. Shout out to my ride or die @hellsbellschime.
I don’t think any overtly crazy happened during the good!TVD years. No wait, I’m lying.
The year the spin-off got announced, I believe it was tvguide, that posted an article with like info tidbits for currently airing shows. And one of them, was that Hayley was pregnant with Klaus’ kid. I remember this shit so clearly, man. Everyone was so confused. And then they were like SURPRISE, APRIL FOOLS. Because it was in fact April 1st. So ha-ha we all had a laugh, great. Fastforward to what, late April? Episode 4x20 airs, and it’s exactly what happened???
That whole day btw, the day the backdoor pilot for TO aired was just insanity. I’ll say that about a lot of days in this answer, but that day was really just something else. Like we were delirious, that’s the only way I can explain what happened on here. It was a nightmare but also one of the funniest night’s I’ve ever spent on here. I gotta go back for old time’s sake and reblog some of the shit from that night because we all snapped. And not in the good way.
The TVD 100th. Now, we knew Joseph was coming back for that episode so they hype was real. Because up until that point, we’d gotten a huge load of nothing in regards to Klaroline. They released a trailer, a short one, that’s still in my favorites folder on youtube to this day. I rewatch it all the time because it’s iconic. And there was literally .002 seconds of Klaroline. It’s Caroline standing and then Klaus says “hello, caroline” and everyone lost their shit so much when it dropped that ‘hello caroline’ trended ww on twitter.
THE DAY THE NETWORK THAT AIRED TVD IN AUSTRALIA AIRED A PROMO WITH THE KLAROLINE KISS IN 5X11. ICONIC. I literally woke up, logged on at around 11 AM my time, and my dashboard was on fire. It was the BEST. We didn’t know wtf to do, it was amazing.
Paleyfest. Ohhhh buddy, lemme tell ya. So TVD/TO got chosen to have the CW panel’s at Paleyfest that year. Everyone was on a bit of edge because TO to that point was what, almost done with S1 and Klaroline had been given the mega cold-shoulder despite being the very thing other than the Mikaelson’s that got used to lure people in? After the pregnancy plot from hell, everyone was ready to peace tf out, but we got halted because it was a ‘ohh of course it’s gonna continue’ then they tried to nip Klaroline in the bud with 5x11 and no one was having it. So Paleyfest was where we were gonna get some ANSWERS, DAMMIT. I live on the east coast and the festival was held in the west coast so I wasn’t awake when it was happening. I remember making a post about how ‘going to sleep, and hoping when I woke up the answers were good.’. So I went to sleep, woke up a few hours later like 2-3 AM my time, and checked my blog and the first message I had was ‘don’t wake up stephanie, everything is a mess, stay asleep where everything’s fine’ I—
The gist of that was, they basically set JoMo up to be the bad-cop in shutting down Klaroline. He gave this long answer that made absolutely zero sense. The girl who asked the question about Klaroline, who was like 13 at the time, got called a bully for even asking a question at an event she paid to be at. A mess. And JP was like NO CROSSOVERS, ORGANIC, BLAH BLAH. And Paul was sitting next to her going “why can’t the show’s just intersect”, he was right and he said it.
I can’t remember if this was S1 or S2, but somebody tweeted something and Carina replied ‘when you’re found dead in your basement with klaroline written on you this is why’ or something like that, that was a ~fun~ night. And then like half an hour later she was like “I’m sorry, I’ll never tweet about Klaroline again just leave me alone” if you’ve ever seen this fandom refer to ourselves as basement dwellers, this night is why.
NARDUCCI. Can’t forget him. Talk about a man who just didn’t get it. And I don’t mean Klaroline, he just didn’t get anything, nothing in his head has ever clicked, I’m convinced. He used to pick fights on twitter repeatedly. Admitted once that he missed his flight because he was on twitter…arguing with a fan. AND ONE DAY, he decided to just—snap. Went on this hours long tirade against the Klaroline fandom, essentially calling everyone stupid because no one was appreciating the ‘art’ of the show. So when I say it lasted hours, I mean that. Now, you’d think, that he would be done, right? WELL, apparently that wasn’t enough, so the next day, he continued. I remember because I was in this gc on whatsapp, and I remember Erika sending a message to the gc going “omg, Narducci vs KCers round 2″ when I tell you I screamed. The man went on a two-day rampage against this fandom and it was insane.
S6/S2 of TVD/TO was not a fun time. I can genuinely say it was borderline a chore to come on here during that time. It wasn’t fun, every day someone was in argument with someone from production on twitter. Truly the worst year of the fandom, imo. So S7/S3 rolls around and that’s where shit went nuclear.
Hillary and I, are minding our own damn business, when someone come’s to us with information regarding the new seasons. This was post-SDCC, so it’s like the lull of September, waiting for the seasons to start in October. And we get approached with information, talkin bout how Caroline’s gonna be pregnant with Alaric’s twins in S7. When I tell you we didn’t know wtf to do. And we had to like wait on confirmation about it but then we found out it was legit and we were pissed. Literally ask us if we wanted to be in the spoiler game, the answer is no tf we did not. And she and I basically spent two days complaining. LIKE UGHHHH WE DON’T WANNA DO THIS, BUT ALSO THIS IS DISGUSTING, WE CAN’T JUST LET THEM SPRING THIS ON EVERYONE, BUT AGHH WHY US. So we chose collectively, as a duo, because das my other half yo, to blab.
That went over as best as anyone could hope for it to go. Now, flashforward yet again, this time to around late Novemeber/December. I had been sent word that something was going down. TVD/TO lost their Thursday slots and got bumped to Friday’s, so a plan was going on, and they made one. We’d heard that they were rearranging something mid-season because they were gonna make a crossover work, publicly we found out it would be Paul and JoMo that crossover back-to-back. THEN ONE NIGHT—I call it black friday bc that day was a fucking mess—, a friend of mine was friends with an SCer, I wanna say, and she was hearing word that the crossover did have Klaus and Caroline interact via phone call, but that it was very definitively an ending. Because they spoke about Camille and Stefan, etc, etc. Like a closing of the book type thing. So okay, we were like devastated, everyone on twitter was losing their shit. Everyone was pissed, and @-ing the writers all these crazy, sad things, we were a wreck. Ask Hillary about this night because she, I remember, describes it as ‘logging on and reading what everyone else had and not understanding why tf everyone was mad about it’. It was the first and last time that our roles were reversed, and bless her for it.
SO WE’RE SITTING THERE, it’s Saturday, and we kept getting more information and we were like…something isn’t right here. So we did a bit of digging, spoke to a few people and waited it out. LO AND BEHOLD, everything we’d heard about the phone call was false. There was a phone call but the CKers and SCers were so mad about what was actually said in it, that a few of em, ring leaders of the feeble minded, made up a version and passed it around their fandoms as legit till it eventually worked it’s way over to us. So we all jumped the gun on fake information, lmfskdnknsks. Rumor has it, you can still hear Hillary yelling ‘I told you so’ at me through our group chat.
So all was well, I couldn’t tell everyone why not to panic, just that they didn’t need to. Until, this account popped up called tvdspoiler or something on twitter, also saying false information about the phone call. Sending everyone into a panic yet again. I remember this because I was at kmart with my mom, and the kmart by my house was in a basement so I had no cell service. I was able to send like a couple of messages, and was basically like ‘tell everyone to chill, I’ll clear it up when I get home’ did that in like a couple of hours cause then I had to leave to the midnight showing of the force awakens with my friends. So that day was chaotic, but fun. It was the first time I reached 99+ messages on my inbox, lmao.
So that all happened like a good while before we actually saw the episode. But cut to a few weeks later. I woke up at 1 AM my time to drink water, was on tumblr trying to go back to sleep. I checked my inbox and there was this bizarre message talking about ‘got some scoop’ and they were like ‘Finn dies in 3x17, Aurora gets put into some weird sleeping spell in 3x18, Camille and Davina die in 3x19, Lucien dies in 3x20′ and I quite literally laughed??? Literally who wouldn’t. Like who tf would ever believe TO had the balls to do all of that when they never killed anyone off. AND, WHO WOULD BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE WOULD JUST STOP BY, SHARE IT AND LEAVE. So I sent a screenshot to Hillary and was like ‘yo did you get this because wtf’. We often got duplicate messages. And we often got messages of people who were pissed about the two previous times we, from the klaroline fandom of all places, had legit info that wound up being true, that they were just waiting for us to fuck up. So we used to get messages of people pretending they were sharing info, and it was just antis trying to make us look stupid.
SO, Hillary says ‘just answer it because it’s obviously fake’ top ten moments before disaster. I answer it and am like oh haha, and where did that info come from. And they came back like a minute later, saying ‘I have a source’ THEN THEY ELABORATED. They mentioned that Lucien drags Freya and Vincent to Mystic Falls to do this spell with some bullet and etc. So at that point we were like fUCK because that same day we’d found out was in 3x16, which ended with Lucien and this white-oak bullet, having kidnapped Freya. And that’s when we knew, that someone showed up in the middle of the night, spoiled the whole back-half of TO S3—and then left.
The back-half of S3 was so fun??? Every week the info just kept coming true. On the wikia everyone hated me, probably the most anti messages I ever had was during that time, honestly it was great, 10/10 would recommend.
THEN, at some point in our blog history, Hillary had been getting quite a few messages about PT. And she had this fucking line in one of the messages about Phoebe’s pronunciation with her accent for the show, or lack thereof. And she said “weeches and woves will always have a place in my heart” SO THEM PHOEBE TWEETED IT. THAT EXACT LINE, and we were like was she...? So we shrugged off okay. A few days later, she tweeted “hellsbellschime enough, there’s plenty of other things to watch on tv, I hear mad men’s great.” And I—
THIS WAS ON SOME RANDOM ASS SUNDAY. Like I was lounging around, waiting for the new episode of game of thrones and then WHAM, chaos. AND AS IF THAT WASNT ENOUGH, Leah joined in too. Putting a target on my friends back...about her blog that no one was making them read. You can’t make that shit up. And Jenn actually replied to Phoebe’s tweet and got a reply back, and she was all “you’re right, I’m sorry” and then deleted the original tweet, which I still have a screenshot of btw. And then Leah showed up in Hillary’s inbox with this ridiculous three part ask about how she shouldn’t criticize women in the acting industry because of how hard it is for women in that industry which is true, but it doesn’t make you exempt from criticism??? So not sure where she meant to go with that one.
SO THERE WE HAVE IT, our fandom’s greatest hits. I’m sure I can elaborate and insert more, but I’ve been typing for a good 40 minutes.
Told ya, I wrote a whole dissertation, lmaooo.
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The process!
After realizing that I don't need more than 10 people asking for something to actually do it, and also that I'm doing this for myself, I bring to you the process of creating content for this blog!!! Yay, fireworks 🎆!!!
Step 1: Screenshots
Ok, so, everything starts with watching the episode! During the episode, if I can, I get screenshots of every moment I want, and can talk about. Having a live-blog is like being the annoying person that talks during the movie, except people actually want to hear you.
Step 2: Organizing (optional)
Next, I put the screenshots in a separate folder on my phone, for easier access. (This messes up the order they are displayed in when posting on the Tumblr app, but as long as it works!)
Step 3: Writing
Next, I move back and forth between my Gallery and my Notes App and just write down every caption I remember for every picture. (Along with that comes the process of elimination, where I delete the pictures I couldn't remember my intentions for)
This is a long process, so I usually chicken out and just do other things, but I usually return to it whenever I don't have anything to do, because, Hey: it's fun, it's easy and it's free!
(Fun Fact: The final part of episode three had a 3948 character count.)
Of course, because of my tendency to avoid doing my job, I usually end up having to remember notes that we're supposed to be written weeks ago, so it's always an effort to remember things correctly, but I make it work with minimum losses (for this final part I eliminated three pictures, a record amount for the 2-3 weeks it took me to finish writing the notes), so it's fine!
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THE TRUTH ABOUT ZHEANI
Dear DA fans
Kim Posibill here...
After this girl, Zheani Sparks recently started spreading insane rumors about DA online, I went to do some digging to find out who she REALLY is.
To anyone that doesn’t know what's going on here, let me bring you up to speed. After Ninja & Yolandi broke up in 2013, Yo-landi got a boyfriend, and Ninja started dating different bitches around the world. During this time Ninja met an Australian psycho fan called Zheani Sparks. After chatting to Zheani online for a while, Ninja invited her to South Africa to come visit him. During her visit, Ninja introduced Zheani to ¥o-landi. During this slightly awkward moment, Zheani asked Yo-landi for a selfie, that Zheani then posted proudly on her IG and Tumblr. Yolandi never saw Zheani again during her little African holiday. Shortly after this Ninja got bored of Zheani, cut her visit short, and flew her home. But he wasn’t a dick about it, and still answered her texts she send him from time to time.
A year or two later when Ninja & Yo-landi went to Australia on tour, Zheani offered to work for them as a tour assistant, bringing them vegan food daily for 2 weeks. During this tour Ninja & Yo-landi noticed that Zheani kept hitting on the other famous rappers backstage. When Ninja & Yo-landi saw Zheani give her phone number to 2Chainz after 10sec of meeting him, it suddenly became super obvious to them that their personal assistant was a star fucker. However they kept it cool, and let her finish bringing them food on tour, then they politely parted ways.
Following this it seems that this girl Zheani lost her fucking mind and became a raging internet hoe. She also attempted to start a rap career. To launch her rap career Zheani came up with a wild story that Ninja & Yo-landi TRAFFICKED her out to Africa, where they TORTURED her during a SATANIC RITUAL of some kind. This was her marketing angle, (and probably a wild fantasy of hers).
I was recently contacted by a loyal DA fan who shed some light on these highly imaginative rumors Zheani is attempting to spread about Die Antwoord. Zheani met this DA fan online after she accepted payment from him for a special live pornographic online service she offered, that involved Zheani performing nude satanic rituals (via snapchat and Skype) that her clients can wank to. This fan told me that he was severely upset about the crazy rumors Zheani is attempting to spread about Die Antwoord, and that he is now embarrassed that he payed for this weird porno service. He asked to please stay anonymous.
HERE IS THE EMAIL HE SENT ME (followed by a shit load of dodgy fuckin VIDEOS, PHOTOS and credits card receipts from Zheani Sparks.)
"I received a direct message on instagram sometime last year from Zheani where she told me about a project she does, she described at as a mix between the occult and pornography. You pay 30 Australian dollars a month to be part of her "inner circle," (a reference to devil worship). This gives you access to her snapchat. Once you are on the snapchat you are welcomed to her inner circle and she sends you two video'd satanic rituals of her exposing herself, masturbating, performing oral sex, posing her hands into devil horns and making exorcist style poses. She then asks you how you feel after watching these because she believes they have magical powers. I told her i felt like I knew her better (tongue in cheek referencing the fact she has no clothes on) and she told me that's correct it was a magical energy exchange well done. This self belief that she has super powers is sad, possibly a result of mental illness, and it's clear she tries to manipulate people myself included with it. I just go along with it because it's effectively all pornography, though she thinks it's something greater. The account is called "Gothotic Ritual," The 30 australian dollars gives you access to the snapchat for a month and you top up again although she give me a free month because she'd been speaking with me before. Although she eventually asked me to tip extra one month because I'd been given a free month. She also tells you as soon as you join she takes payments for individual rituals. 30 dollar basic access includes her sending you private messages on her snapchat story she posts snippets of herself conducting rituals for other individuals personal commissions and her performing various sexual acts with various partners, males and females. The rituals she has sent snippets of have included her making devil horns, bathing herself in what appears to be blood, masturbating with blood, screaming at the top of her lungs in the middle of the ocean naked, projecting satanic symbols on her naked body while she masturbates, and more.
After the snippets of the ritual she performs in the ocean naked screaming, she posted on her story that after that ritual she felt like she could sense presences in her house and seemed very worried by it. This is a tell tale sign of psychosis or schizophrenia..
As of my last payment and tip to her from the beginning of month I have received nothing in return, and she hasn't been on snapchat or responding on instagram at all, so I imagine I'm not the only one who has been robbed of money. She used the money she receives of this snapchat to fund her entire album including the song The Question. I have seen her briefly advertise the service on her instagram stories and then deletes it when she is obviously struggling for money she tries to get more people involved for this pornographic service.
During our porno conversations, I'd also asked her a few times about Die Antwoord, because I had seen photos of them with her on her IG from years ago.
Im a big DA fan and also wanted to know more about the band.
There is a few instances of comments and posts after she got back from south africa in 2013, of her explaining how much a great time she had and she couldn't wait to see the Die Antwoord guys again, (plz see screenshot below)
Anyway, Sheani BLATANTLY told that she was making a song that was designed to HURT Die Antwoord, her exact words were that she was "Invoking a lot of Kali Energy," Kali being the hindu God of War. There was not once a sign that she had or did feel abused or broken regarding any of this. It was more like “LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT WHAT IM DOING, I’M AMAZING AREN'T I?”
While she sat aloof and gulped her massive glass of wine (this blatant egotism that Zheani carries is very obvious after your first few experiences with her, only my polite manners and libido kept me talking to her).
She only mentioned on the magnitude this would create around her MUSICAL work, the backlash and publicity it would create from Die Antwoord, and that she was ready for all that, due to her "Kali Energy,”
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