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incandescentsims · 8 months

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Magical Mythical Creatures Legacy Challenge

Play through all the sims 4 occult life states and develop your legacy across seven generations.

Feel free to change anything to fit your own gameplay/storytelling style and above all have fun!

Parts of this challenge were inspired by the Simblr Halloween Challenge created by @spacenez and @daddy-winter

You can also find the full seven generation legacy challenge HERE (Google Doc).

Generation 1 - VAMPIRE

Aspiration: Master Vampire

Traits: Music Lover, Erratic, Gloomy

Career: Freelance Artist

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Vampiric Lore

Pipe Organ and/or Violin

Cross-Stitch

Painting

Objectives:

Start as a vampire or be turned into a vampire.

Live in Forgotten Hollow.

level up to Rank 5 – Grand Master Vampire.

Grow at least one plasma fruit tree and Sixam mosquito trap.

Earn the Night Owl trait from the reward store.

Marry a vampire. (vampire spouse must be in the Criminal career)

Have an affair with a werewolf from Moonwood Mill.

Have three children, your decision who sired them (vampire or werewolf), but the heir must be sired by the werewolf.

Generations 2-7 are under the cut

Generation 2 - WEREWOLF

Aspiration: Pick one of the following - Emissary of the Collective, or Wildfang Renegade

Traits: Bookworm, Active, Loyal

Career: Vet Clinic

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Wellness

Veterinarian

Fishing

Objectives:

Live in Moonwood Mill (move in with your werewolf parent as a teen).

Have at least one pet dog.

Level up to Rank 5 – Apex.

Join one of the wolf packs - Moonwood Collective or Wildfangs.

Explore the underground tunnels in Moonwood Mill.

Read werewolf literature and unlock the Lunar Epiphany ability.

Catch at least one luna fish and display in an aquarium or mounted on the wall.

Marry your fated mate.

Have as many children as you wish, but the heir must be a dormant werewolf.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 12 Moonwood relics.

Collect all 12 feathers.

Complete the fish collection.

Generation 3 - GHOST

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Foodie, Cat lover, Clumsy

Career: Freelance Paranormal Investigator

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Medium

Cooking

Gourmet cooking and/or Baking

Objectives:

Move into a haunted house. (your choice of world)

Have at least one pet cat.

Grow at least one death flower plant.

Earn the Brave trait from the reward store. (purchase after they've lived seven days inside the haunted house)

Have a friendship with a ghost that turns to romance.

Make ambrosia and resurrect your ghost partner from the dead.

Have 5 children.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 10 sugar skulls. The Sims 4: How to Complete the Sugar Skull Collection

Collect Paranormal Rewards.

3 specter buddy jars

6 bizzare totems

7 hello dahlia dolls

3 clay hands

3 specter sips

1 ectocake

4 strange overgrowth

12 soul pieces

10 candy jars

Generation 4 - SPELLCASTER

Aspiration: Pick one of the following - Purveyor of Potions or Spellcraft & Sorcery

Traits: Goofball, Adventurous, Romantic

Career: Social Media

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Mischief

Charisma

Rock Climbing

Skiing and/or Snowboarding

Objectives:

Live in Glimmerbrook.

Become a spellcaster and level up to Rank 6 – Virtuoso.

Regularly duel with other Spellcasters.

Holiday in Mt. Komorebi every winter and reach the mountain peak.

Earn the Iceproof trait from the reward store. (purchase after their first holiday in Mt. Komorebi)

Have a new romantic partner each life stage from teen - elder.

Never marry.

Have 2 Children.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 25 frogs.

Collect all 26 magical artefacts.

Collect all 12 simmies.

Collect all 5 spirit dolls

Generation 5 - PLANTSIM

Aspiration: Super Parent

Traits: Unflirty, Loner, Loves Outdoors

Career: Gardener

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Gardening

Flower Arranging

Nectar Making and/or Juice Fizzing

Objectives:

Move into a Micro Home with a very large garden. Lot sizes must be 30x30 or bigger (your choice of world)

Collect all 7 Magic beans.

Enter the Mystical Magic Bean Portal Tree and obtain the Forbidden Fruit.

Regularly eat forbidden fruit to turn into a plantsim.

Grow at least one Forbidden Fruit Tree, Cowplant and Money Tree.

Earn the Super Green Thumb trait from the reward store.

Have no romantic or sexual relationships with any sims.

Have no legitimate children. Once they reach adulthood, either adopt or use the Whispering Wishing Well to wish for a child (this child will be the heir).

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Complete the gardening collection

Create all 13 nectar varieties

Create all 15 scented flower arrangements

**How do I turn my Sim into a PlantSim?

Have your Sim reach level 10 of the gardening skill. With level 10 unlocked, you can buy rare seed packets using the computer, or in Build Mode.

Each rare seed packet contains one magic bean. To plant this, buy the Magic PlantSim Stump in Build Mode.

When you have six magic beans, your Sim can plant them in the Magic PlantSim Stump.

After watering, the Mystical Magic Bean Portal Tree will grow from the Stump and your Sim can travel through the portal.

When your Sim returns with the Forbidden Fruit of the PlantSim (they don’t always return with this, it may take multiple tries) they can eat it and turn into a PlantSim.

Generation 6 - ALIEN

Aspiration: Nerd Brain (*Optional - StrangerVille Mystery)

Traits: Socially Awkward, Genius, Recycle disciple

Career: Engineer

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Handiness

Robotics

Logic

Knitting

Objectives:

Live in Oasis Springs (*Optional - Live in StrangerVille and complete the StrangerVille Mystery).

Build all Utili-Bots and a Servo.

Build a rocket ship and travel to Sixam.

Be abducted by aliens at least once.

Marry an alien.

Have as many children as you wish.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 20 metals.

Collect all 20 crystals.

Collect all 4 space rocks.

Generation 7 - MERMAID

Aspiration: Beach Life

Traits: Child of the Ocean, Green Fiend, Outgoing

Career: Conservationist

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Singing

Photography

Fitness

Objectives:

Live in Brindleton Bay as a young adult with a mermaid roommate.

Get into a romantic relationship with your roommate only after you become best friends.

Move to Sulani after visiting for a holiday (*Optional - live off the grid).

Become a Mermaid by obtaining and eating Mermaidic Kelp (either from exploring the cave in Mua Pel'am or befriending a dolphin).

Earn the Heatproof trait from the reward store.

Marry a mermaid (can be their roommate or someone else)

Have as many children as you wish.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 13 seashells..

Collect all 18 buried treasure.

Collect all 10 underwater photos.

#MagicalMythicalCreatures #ts4 legacy challenge #s4 legacy challenge #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 occult

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ultraericthered · 5 months

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King Magnifico: Reimagining A Good Baddie Into Disney Villain Excellence.

I did not plan on doing another post about King Magnifico but dammit, the man just compells me. Since I recently drafted a revision treatment for the story of Wish, dubbed The Fully Fulfilled Edition, and it got me thinking more about Magnifico and the iteration of the character that I envisioned for my version of Disney's sentimental centennial tale. I've covered the troubles with the finalized official Disney character enough times already; I feel like the handling of his character and execution of his role as the story's villain was like a basketball wobbling along the rim before falling through the basket rather than a straight slam dunk. He's easily the most well-realized, enticing, entertaining, and developed character of the whole picture, the only one who comes close to being three-dimensional. But even he could've been better. If all the kinks were to have been ironed out in him, what might that actually end up looking like in practice?

Note that for this undertaking, I did not want to super drastically alter Magnifico's character to the point where he'd become completely divorced from what we got in the film and just be Magnifico in name only. I make just enough expansions, alterations, and fixes necessary to turn what I find good enough into what I'd consider truly great.

For starters, his tragic origin story being told to us upfront right out the gate helps to clear the air early into the picture, when we've not yet met King Magnifico but are given the background information of the man who became King Magnifico, wed Queen Amaya, and built the kingdom of Rosas. In my take on the backstory, the young would be-King Magnifico's family lived in a harbor town, working slavishly on what's implied to be export and trade. It's said that one day the young man, wanting his family to be happier and have more time for him, made a wish upon a totem for his family's burdens to be lifted. Well, that ended up being a vague wish that in a way did come true, as the town was soon attacked by a band of greedy marauders. In the storybook images the town would be shown going up in green flames as young Magnifico takes a boat to survival. Unfortunately, the boat ended up getting wrecked landing on a desert island, and the story would tell us that the youth lost everything he had in the wreck...even though he'd clearly be holding onto something in the accompanying picture. It is then said that Magnifico understood well the value and the danger a wish can hold, which inspired him to learn the arts of sorcery and magic that can extract a heart's deepest and most precious wish as a tangible substance held within a magic orb. Eventually he and the loyal wife he'd married built a great kingdom on that very island Magnifico had landed on, the kingdom of Rosas, where the citizens wishes are given, protected, and granted in the benign rule of Magnifico and Amaya, the "long lived" king and queen.

With that backstory and the reasons for why Magnifico founded Rosas and created the wish giving system established, the first in-universe look at the king we're given is in statues, in murals, in his face painted in various locations, even in the cookies Dahlia bakes. The face looks very kind, dignified, wisened, majestic, and above all gorgeously handsome. His presence is also subtly felt in what we'd be shown of the average Rosas citizens - some who are overly happy and enthused in a very cult-like manner and some who are only half-awake and half-heartedly trying to stay into it. This is heavily implicit as being a result of the system and society in Rosas, where the happier people are the ones who've had their wishes granted or have such good standing with the royals that they feel they're likely to have their wishes granted in the near future, while the lethargic ones are those who've given their wishes away, cannot remember what they even were to start with, and have been tirelessly waiting for when the time comes for Magnifico to grant them in a wish ceremony.

So then when we’re properly introduced to King Magnifico after all the build-up, it'd be immediately striking how the appearance of the man himself doesn't quite measure up to what we'd seen depicted in the kingdom's arts and crafts. We were told he's beloved by all, yet the man we meet here would come off very...Stephen Strange-ish. He'd be very smarmy, disgrunted, and patronizing towards Asha, visibly or verbally condescending to her and treating her like a silly, hapless child who he doesn’t believe will attain the apprenticeship. However, he is coming off of another interview that ended poorly, so we think maybe he's just in a mood and we shouldn't immediately assume too badly of him. If we hold onto hope for his better nature to win out, it seems to pay off when he appears to empathize with Asha after she's told him of her deceased father and all the ways in which he'd inspired her to dream big and to love Rosas; it's almost like the king sees some of his younger self in Asha, and through that, he recognizes that she could be a good fit for the job of working for him as his apprentice, someone he can shape into being more like him and following his ways. He'd do the "I too suffered great loss at a young age due to the selfish wishes and actions of greedy thieves and built Rosas as a place where that would not happen" thing like in the movie, but not only do we understand that more due to having been given the whole backstory, it'd also be more noticeable just how...calculated it feels. Like, Magnifico might as well say "I'm so sorry to hear about your loss. Y'know, my late son, Beau..."., y'know those shows of pseudo-empathy that political leaders love to do.

Once Asha has the job and returns to the castle for her first day of apprenticeship, King Magnifico would show us that oh, this guy might actually be worse than we'd thought he was before. He's now in full Handsome Jack from Borderlands mode, acting more giddy and animated because he just loves his apprentice's first days where he can "dazzle them with all his splendor, and win over their love and devotion and appreciation for all his royal duties." And he just acts completely unkind and insensitive to Asha, making her do all sort of minor chores the way Lady Tremaine would do to Cinderella. He lets Asha into his sanctum of wishes, where he holds, throws, balances and caresses some of the various wishes in a way that seems unsettlingly possessive, much akin to how Mother Gothel stroked Rapunzel’s golden hair, and as he does he sings these words:

If happiness was a tangible thing, it would be you If you'd have told me the feeling you'd bring, I'd think it untrue And people search for a wonder like you all of their lives You still amaze me after all this time You pull me in like some kind of wind Mesmerized by the hold I'm in Leave you here, I don't wanna I wanna promise as one does I, I will protect you at all costs Keep you safe here in my arms I, I will protect you at all costs At all costs

Then the shoe drops. Magnifico reveals that he doesn't just collect these wishes to safeguard them and grant them in ceremonies: he uses the magical blessings cast upon the wishes as means of keeping his own magic powers charged every day, and it's also how he has sustained such slow aging and long living for himself and his wife. Yes, the royals feed off of the souls of their own subjects in order to keep their lifespan going, with the wishes extracted from the beautiful innermost part of those souls serving as convenient battery power for them. Unnerved as this makes poor Asha feel, the subject of a long life span naturally calls her almost 100 year old grandfather to mind, and she makes the dreaded "nepotism favor" request that the king consider granting Sabino’s wish at the ceremony. Magnifico, disappointed but not surprised, declines this request, rationalizing the wish could be too vague and might pose a threat to the kingdom. Asha then realizes Magnifico intends to never grant most of these wishes yet refuses to return the ungrantable wishes to their owners. She openly questions the king, telling him it's unreasonable of him to keep the most beautiful part of his subjects very selves from them if he truly has no inclination to grant them with his magic, and he should return those wishes to their owners so that they'll remember them and gain the drive to at least try to work towards fulfilling them themselves. Magnifico lashes out at her in fury ("I decide what everyone deserves!") and as consequence we get the ceremony where Magnifico pulls the spiteful fake-out with the wish granting just to shame and humiliate Asha, and let her know that her family's wishes will be kept by him forever, never to be granted. Also just barely noticable in the same scene would be that Magnifico reveals the wish of the person he grants it to and how it had been worded, but what he gives is notably a distorted alteration of the original wish. For all his high horsing about "be careful what you wish for, wishes worded too vaguely might go wrong when granted and that's too much of a danger risk", he himself exploits vaguely phrased wishes in order to twist them into something with benefits to the kingdom, his rule, and his image. For years, he's really only been using this system of wishes to make his own wishes come true, and has been routinely dishonest and hypocritical about it as he defrauds his people, committing theft by deception. What a self-obsessed bastard.

After Asha's made her wish to the stars and called Star down to Rosas, Magnifico and Amaya, having witnessed the wave of magic it brought, fear an unknown magic source that might threaten their kingdom and the hold they have on all the magic and wishes, but they find no answers in their books and scrolls to what this strange light might be. Magnifico starts acting furiously paranoid, remarking about how much he hates craven thieves and traitors. Due to how things went over with Asha, she is his primary suspect who he fears is now out to usurp his power and might not even be acting alone. As he starts to be overcome by desperation, Magnifico turns to his tome of forbidden dark magic and goes to unseal it. Fortunately for him, Amaya remains level-headed and is able to talk him out of it, to which he gives a very transparently half-hearted "thanks", followed by the "I am a handsome king" bit when Amaya tells him that, as they cannot baselessly accuse and arrest Asha for treason, they use the people’s love of him as their monarch to get them to reach the truth for them.

Of course, during the briefing with the public, people start asking how and why their wishes might now be in danger, which leads to questions about why Magnifico established the system the way that he did, which leads to deeper questioning such as why everything in Rosas is so tailored towards the king despite his role being to protect and provide for the people - like, why does the king need to have his handsome face plastered everywhere? When everyone feels the next wave of magic from Star’s evolution, it proves definitively what Magnifico told them: that this magic didn’t come from him, and that only creates a sense of disillusionment among the people. A furious Magnifico warns of a traitor within the kingdom conspiring to use this magic to steal all wishes and topple the monarchy, who must be found and punished, and then he shuts the doors back into his castle, frantically pacing about and looking to see if the magic came from somewhere within. Visibly aggitated, Amaya tries to soothe her petulant husband urging him to calm his mind and cheer himself up by gazing at his reflection in the mirrored walls. Which leads to....

"This Is The Thanks I Get" (Revised version)!

In between the second chorus and the bridge, Magnifico walks in front of the forbidden magic tome and vocalizes that in his years long reign, he has been far too soft on his people, spoiling them into becoming greedy, entitled ingrates who are all no better than thieves, so he needs to harden his heart and exercise more power “for their own good”, to tighten his grip over Rosas and preserve his power. So he unseals the book, opens it up, and gains power from its corruptive influence. And he made sure to do this when his wife wasn't around to stop him from doing so. This was his choice. He wanted this. In his desperation to not let his power over Rosas slip from him, he turned to what he knew as wrong primarily for the convenience of it enabling him to shed anything within himself that was restraining him before, and grant to him more destructive, awesome power to squash all dissent with. This is what takes him from "big jerk" to "true villain."

After being told by Simon that Asha was indeed responsible for Star's summoning and has been plotting against him, Magnifico goes to Asha's family's home and assaulted Sabino and Sakina with magic that’s holding them down when Asha and Star return. Declaring he must arrest the whole family for both high treason and harboring a criminal, Magnifico also takes time to relish some cruelty towards Asha, not only stepping on Sabino's already broken lute in front of her but bringing out Sakina’s wish and using his new dark power to shatter it in his grip, making Sakina reel in agony as the energy from her wish, a sacred part of her soul, gets absorbed into Magnifico’s black magic. Realizing how much power he can claims from wishes delights the vainglorious monarch, who says had he known this, he would've broken wishes ages ago! So now Magnifico has a singular goal: to absorb the magic of both Star and all of Rosas’ wishes in order to become an all-powerful tyrant, motivated purely by pride, spite, desire for retribution and control, and the power high he's on.

Forging his new dark magic scepter, Magnifico addresses the public once more, revealing the traitor to be Asha and Simon to be the one to sell her out under the promise of having his wish granted. But be careful what you wish for, Simon! Magnifico twists the wish once again ("to be one of Rosas' greatest knights"), this time using his new dark magic to bewitch and brainwash him into a magitech knight. He then puts out the reward of another wish granting ceremony for the wish of whichever of his subjects helps the knights capture Asha, with the added threat that the longer it takes for Asha to be captured, the more wishes he will break, which makes the masses errupt into carnage and division between the fearful but still adoring loyalists to the king, and those who see this is not right and want no part in it. To quell this disorder, Magnifico unleashes more magic, desecrating the area and putting lives at risk, prompting Amaya to suggest he reign himself in better. To her surprise, Magnifico points his staff at her, telling her to never again second-guess him or give him orders. So it's pretty clear by now that Magnifico is far gone, and this time the needless "looking for a way to save Magnifico from the thrall of the dark magic only to learn it can't be done" plot point is omitted, as this Amaya knows from the get-go that once you open the book and read from it once, your addiction to the power it grants is unbreakable.

At the climax of the story, King Magnifico ascends the castle’s tower, sucks the life out from every wish that has been released into the night sky through his sanctum's open ceiling, and absorbs it all, sending droves of people in the kingdom into agonizing pain, anguish and despair. With no wishes to charge himself with, he gleefully traps Star in his scepter to act as the new living magical battery for his power. He thanks Star and Asha for how they've challenged his rule, because if they hadn't, he'd not have learned how much more gratifying it was to take all that he wants rather than "pretend to care and lightly snack on the magic of those wishes only in desperate moments". Asha's attempts to stop him are easily overpowered, as he uses his dark magic to block out the sky so that the citizens never again may wish upon stars, then KO's his wife with a magic blast for her betrayal, then creates magical chains from out of the ground that bind all the citizens in place, and when the knights rush to stop their mad king, he not only chains them too, but unleashes waves of dark magic that set Rosas ablaze with green fire, madly declaring that he will oppress the disspirited masses forevermore: "No more hope, no more dreams, no escape, no chance to rise up, no one to tell any tales, and no one to challenge me ever again! And I would gladly much rather see my great kingdom burn and physically crumble to Rosas' soil than give up this awesome power I so majestically wield!"

What happens next...well, you all probably know that by now.

So that's Magnifico's progression as the villain in my revision of Wish, but there's one last tiny yet hugely significant touch I'd add to fully bring his character together. A little before the big climax, Amaya would make reference to the fact that sealing the forbidden black magic inside “that heirloom” was among the first fundamental cornerstones of Rosas, but Magnifico has now totally backtracked on that and betrayed his oath to his people and their wishes. Hearing the book called an "heirloom" and then looking back at the storybook images of Magnifico's origin story at the start of the film makes the two pieces click together. That tome of forbidden magic belonged to Magnifico's family, the marauders sought it out and opened it up, which is what actually set the town ablaze, Magnifico took it with him as he fled to the boat, and it was the only thing he had that survived the boat's wreckage onto the shores of what would become Rosas. Throughout the story, Magnifico would have lines expressing his disdain for "thieves", "traitors", "cowards", "ingrates", and "weaklings". ...But this did not really come from just his trauma with the thieves. It's because he felt as though he himself, as a youth, was all of those things. He was a thief who stole his family's book, he was a traitor for making that vague wish that brought the marauders there, he was a coward and an ingrate for fleeing and leaving his family to burn, and he was a weakling for lacking the power to stop any of that from occurring and get things under control. To us on the outside looking in, it's easy to see how irrational it is for Magnifico to blame himself like that and have such self-loathing for boyhood mistakes and things beyond his control that were not really his fault. But tragically, no one ever told him this, not even Amaya. So what drove Magnifico forward in life was a pathological need to change his self image, to become someone greater and more powerful than that thieving little coward, to assert himself as the height of perfection, someone who could be loved and who could love himself in turn. He needed to be a king, for back in the day, a king was considered the only flesh and blood mortal human on Earth close to or secondary in power to the divinity of God Himself, for they had "the divine right to rule", the mandate of Heaven. So not only could Magnifico be that, but his magical power, the extension of his life via the wishes, and the system for taking the secret hopes, dreams, and prayers of the commonfolk to protect and decide which among them to grant, could put him that much closer to being a god among men. That is the core of what King Magnifico wanted; to feel like he was God, so as to erase his own inner pain over the fallability of being human. He was for years perpetually feeding his own power and ego, and yet it was never going to be enough. And he became so enthralled in his own God-and-Savior Complex, in playing at being the highest power in all the land, that he became a greedy, immoral, disruptive and destabilizing individual who brings suffering to the lives and wishes of others, like he'd once been the victim of; he became the very threat to Rosas that he’d been so wary of. And so, he got rewarded as such a threat deserves.

Dammit, now I'm low-key pissed at Disney! Say the line, Peridot!

#Disney #Wish #disney villains #King Magnifico #analysis #fixer upper #what could have been #they wasted a perfectly good character

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foolishbuilders · 4 months

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Random QSMP Fic Recs

Somehow, Sundown by Coby_Thinks

"Don’t- Fit, don’t try,” Bad wheezed from the ground. “When he’s like this, it's-” “Oh, when I’m ‘like this’ what?” Foolish knew he was probably just being honest, seeing as Bad had seen him like this a good many times. Hell, Bad had driven him to this point, pulled him back, joined him in it… but he still turned to glare down at the demon. “What, Bad? I’m unreasonable? I’m- what, fucking dangerous?” They both knew that the last one was very true, and Fit seemed to sense it. Rated T, 4.6k words, Totem of Death Foolish

precious things (that time forgot) by Coby_Thinks

The word ‘immortal’ had some common misconceptions about it, sometimes confused with ‘eternal’ or ‘invincible’. No, that’s not how it was. Foolish knew that better than almost anyone Rated T, 23.6k, Fooligetta

just yesterday i could've gone far away (today it rains again) by justlukahere

Pac is running through the forest when a jolt of pain makes him fall to the ground or; on the run from the red pack, Pac steps into a trap Rated T, 1.7k, purgatory teams and werewolves

lightning strike by bonesandthebees

Although some of the tension in the woman’s shoulders loosened, she continued to keep the gun pointing at Cellbit. “How do I know you’re actually their parents? People are fucked up these days. Especially when it comes to kids.” So Tallulah and Richarlyson were here. They were here, and they were probably right through the door to her left. But despite how badly Phil wanted to run past the woman to grab his daughter, he knew that right now, that would end with a bullet to the back. “Let us see them,” Cellbit argued. “Then you can see.” “But you could be trying to intimidate them. How do I know you haven’t, I don’t know, kidnapped them or something?” The woman questioned. “They’re our kids! Why would we lie?” Etoiles asked. “Because you took them into a fucking horde!” Rated T, 10k, zombie apocalypse

the best laid plans are half baked by sparklesandjazzhands

Wordlessly, Cellbit hands over a piece of paper with the rough sketches he had drawn early that morning. Charcoal letters across the top proclaim “FUCK THE BEAR!” in a messy scrawl. They match the dozens of scribbled-out pages littering the ground beneath his feet. Foolish reads the title without comment and holds the page up to his face for closer inspection. “Huh,” he mutters eventually. m Rated T, 1.7k, post purgatory au

I Hate You Too by foolich

“So.. you guys.. dated?” Jaiden carefully inquires. “No – “ “ – Yes.” Their heads swing towards each other. Bad was the one who said yes, and Foolish, is the one who rushed to deny. Foolish takes the leap to properly explain, like it’d soften his fall from grace, “We kissed for like two seconds.” “There is absolutely nothing between us.” Bad adds. “I do not feel anything towards Foolish.” Foolish pauses, his expression crumpling, “For some reason I feel like I should be offended by that.” Unrated, 2k, foolhalo/landduo shenanigans

#qsmp #fic recs #foolish gamers #badboyhalo #uhhh #cellbit

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simgnomeful · 3 months

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On to Gen 3 and we are living in Glimmerbrook in a Haunted House!

Generation 3 - GHOST

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Foodie, Cat lover, Clumsy

Career: Freelance Paranormal Investigator

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Medium

Cooking

Gourmet cooking and/or Baking

Objectives:

Move into a haunted house. (your choice of world)

Have at least one pet cat.

Grow at least one death flower plant.

Earn the Brave trait from the reward store. (purchase after they've lived seven days inside the haunted house)

Have a friendship with a ghost that turns to romance.

Make ambrosia and resurrect your ghost partner from the dead.

Have 5 children.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 10 sugar skulls. The Sims 4: How to Complete the Sugar Skull Collection

Collect Paranormal Rewards.

3 specter buddy jars

6 bizzare totems

7 hello dahlia dolls

3 clay hands

3 specter sips

1 ectocake

4 strange overgrowth

12 soul pieces

10 candy jars

#ts4 #sims4 #simblr #magical mythical creatures legacy challenge #mmcl #mmclgen3

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solaneceae · 6 months

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grief

a team bolas oneshot (read on ao3) written before green team was split between red and blue, so in this they all died. angst with a side of family comfort. tw: blood and gore, temporary character death, self-inflicted burns

Pac wakes with a deep ache inside his chest and at the back of his mind — like a fresh, open wound that’s still bleeding. He reaches out, for the comforting hum of his soulmate’s sleeping mind on the other side, and finds nothing.

He doesn’t understand. But he also does. He’s surprised he’s not immediately breaking down screaming, but maybe he’s been broken for a long time and just didn’t notice until now.

He finds Pierre and Bad, busying themselves at the anvils. And he asks.

(Nothing, he has nothing, Richas missing, Cellbit insane and on the hunt for him, Forever dead, Mike dead, Bagi dead, Felps still MIA.

Fit.

Fit’s gone. Fit has died hating him.)

“I see,” he says, numb and empty.

And he draws out his sword.

When Red Team wakes the next morning, some of them are still holding onto hope. Hope that it was all a lie, hope that Green would merely be dissolved, its members assigned to the two remaining teams.

Hope is a cruel, fickle thing. And it dwindles fast in the minds of team Bolas as the hours start to trickle by, with no sign of any green-tinted name popping up on the global chat. Even faster when Carré comes back from recon, reporting the disappearance of Green’s spawn barrier as well as their mission NPCs.

The silence within their cave is deafening, only broken by the sound of a hammer hitting red-hot metal over the anvil. Some of them just check their comms obsessively, fraying minds tethering between denial and a complete breakdown.

Cellbit hasn’t moved an inch since he woke up, sitting up at the center of their shared nest with absolutely nothing in his icy, blue slitted eyes as they stare at his commlink. At the last messages he’d sent to Roier, still unanswered. (His husband is gone. His sister is gone. His best friend, his President is gone. He has nothing left, and his tongue tastes like unspilled blood.)

Phil is looming over a crafting table, mindlessly placing and removing materials with no rhyme or reason. (Étoiles is gone, his best friend and brother in arms, his devil-may-care attitude, his humor, his fearless smile. Fit’s gone, his shameless flirting and unwavering determination. Forever. Forever. Kristin is eerily silent.)

Jaiden sits in a faraway corner, sharpening her sword until the edge can slice the very empty space between atoms. (Roier taught her. He taught her so much. She would make him proud.)

Charlie is off near the ovens, baking bread after bread after bread in a compulsive act of self-soothing that doesn’t quite work. (He thinks of his bitch wife, and hopes he’ll be smart enough to stay asleep today.)

Baghera’s shaking, huddled close to her fellow avian and mentor as she watches him work without really processing it, the crow’s hand occasionally tapper on her arm to keep her from ripping her feathers off. (She thinks of her brother. Her stubborn, annoying baby brother and his cursed bleeding heart. His hair had been cut so short, she’d been wanting to take a moment to even it, maybe style it a little even. She thinks of Pierre, and feels hatred. She thinks of Badboy, and feels betrayal.)

Foolish straightens up, rolls his shoulder as he admires his handiwork. (He thinks of his adopted son, and remembers why Bad always told him not to get attached to mortals. But Foolish never listens, and never will, despite how much it hurts every single time.) “It’s ready,” he drones out, catching the attention of everyone present. Phil turns to him, expression set in stone and unreadable. “Let me see.”

Team Bolas congregates around their leader, slightly bowed in something like reverence as he walks past them towards the shark-totem. Foolish grins, mirthless and cold, as he hands him a metal stick. The head of it is adorned with a strange shape, still reddish from heat. “Good job,” the Angel of Death nods, eyes and hands stained black as a few stray plants and roots wither away under his feet. His flock shivers like a single entity, all of them fastening their masks over weary, tear-streaked faces. Foolish whistles, spinning the branding iron like a majorette would their stick. “Thanks, Crowfather sir! Wanna do the honours?” Foolish chirps.

Philza Minecraft nods, silently letting his robe fall off his shoulders, exposing his naked back. “Let’s do it quick,” he says, looking over each of his fledgelings, who bow their heads in unwavering loyalty. “Today, we don’t let them rest. Not for a second. Doesn’t matter how many times they kill us, we swarm them, again and again. We, teach them pain.” He feels the heat of the furnace on his back as he sits before it, Foolish humming a cheery tune as he pokes at the blazing inferno inside. “Baghera, how many chainsaws did you make?”

The duck tilts her head. He can see her red-tinted eyes through the mask, and they crinkle in vindictive joy. “More than enough,” she coos, and Jaiden bumps her mask against hers, hello, clean, flock, hello. Phil croons out a yesyes. “Good. Very good.” He beckons her over, runs his claws through her hair-feathers lovingly. “You’ve become stronger. I’m proud of you. All of you.”

“Thanks Dad,” the duck hybrid whispers, preening under the praise. “Get ready,” Foolish warns. Phil doesn’t wince, doesn’t brace himself. Doesn’t care. “Jaiden,” he says, and the conure chirps in acknowledgment. “Taunt them. Trick them. Use every dirty tactic you can think of, I don’t care, this is no longer a fight. It’s retribution. Carré,” he turns to the warrior in the cat onesie, “I trust you. Put the fear of you in their hearts.” Carré gives a salute, sword gleaming in the dim light of their den. “Charlie, Foolish, literally go apeshit. Now’s the time.” Foolish laughs, eager, and Charlie’s codified parts glitch in anticipation. “Cellbit.” and the detective perks up. Phil flashes him a cruel smile. “Do what you do best,” he declares, and the Brazilian looks like Christmas came early.

Then red-hot iron slams against the skin of his back, and Phil lets out a gasp as his flesh starts to sizzle and burn. His talons dig deep into his own thighs in an attempt to distract himself from the pain, and the air smells like cooking meat. Cellbit starts howling first, the last of his sanity breaking when the smell hits his nostrils even through the mask, pupils dilating — like a shark smelling blood. The rest of them soon join in, screeching and laughing, too loud, too high-pitched and broken. Then Foolish removes the iron, and Philza almost falls over under the mixture of pain and relief. The rest of the flock rush over to support him, glancing at the result of Foolish’s hard work with barely disguised awe.

Angry red lines, bloody and bubbling, form the simplified shape of a gas mask right between the mangled remains of his ebony wings. A symbol of loyalty, devotion, belonging. (Pack, flock, family, murder.) “How’s it look?” the crow wheezing out, somehow still mustering the strength to make a joke out of his own agony. Jaiden flashes him a thumbs up. “Nice.”

“I want to go next,” Baghera pipes up, wings twitching with anticipation. Foolish nods, letting the others help Philza wobble away to let him recover for a minute. “Alright. Get over here then, sister.”

(There is no coming back after this, they all know that. Those marks would be here to stay, because self-inflicted scars don’t get erased by respawn, as some of them had found out over time. They all count on it.)

***

The trip is like a blur, partly because of the pain making their vision go hazy and, partly because the sky is red red red and it makes their minds fuzzy and time all wibbly-wobbly.

Charlie remembers hot desert sun hitting his shoulders and colouring them an angry red, Carré taking off his hood to breathe properly. He remembers Foolish carrying them through a freezing river, ice-cold water a temporary balm against the fresh burns in the center of his chest. (He doesn’t regret it. The pain is worth it. And the code infection is so cold, cold cold, the blazing heat radiating from the brand mark is almost soothing in comparison.) He remembers Baghera, limping the whole way, yet refusing any help. Pushing herself further than she ever has to keep up with them. Refusing to be a burden, refusing to drag them down. “I’m fine,” she would say, brushing her feathers over the mark on her right hip. “I’m fine.”

The sky is red, everything is. The blood-fog rolls in, or maybe it’s the toxic gas disaster. They can’t tell, with the masks that keep them breathing and tinted lenses painting the landscape crimson. They press on, helping each other whenever one falls, because their armors might be shit still despite yesterday’s grind, and they might have nothing. But they have each other.

When they finally find Blue, it doesn’t quite feel like catharsis. Not yet. All seven of them loom over their location - Pierre, Bad, Tubbo. (A shame. A shame he was here. He’d tried, they all knew that. But it hadn’t been enough.) They can’t see Pac anywhere, but given the few death messages that popped into global chat earlier, Phil can take a guess at what happened. (Note to self: extend an invitation to the Brazilian later.) No words are exchanged (quiet, quiet, don’t get spotted), only quick glances and flexing talons and flashes of teeth hidden beneath rubber masks. The sun hits their backs (it hurts, for Phil and Cellbit, who has chosen to place his own brand in the small of his back. He’s forsaken armor for this, he wants to feel every slash and tear, he wants to feel something, anything), their shadow-cast silhouettes stark against the red skies.

(They are pack, scavengers. They are eager to sink their teeth into writhing flesh and sharpen their claws on picked-clean bones.)

Philza raises an arm when Bad spots them, immediately barking out orders at Pierre and Tubbo, who doesn’t look like much of a leader at the moment. (What a shame. He deserved better.) The flock tenses, talons and claws digging into loose dirt, eerie growling and giggling and Charlie’s eager ‘how about now? can we go, please, dad?’

The Angel of Death looks down as his children. He lets his arm fall, and six shadows take off and rush downhill in a cacophony of barks and howls and cackling, hyena-like laughter.

Cellbit can see nothing at all, blinded by burning demon blood in his eyes, in his mouth, in his hair and beard. His knife digs into something soft and warm, someone screams, doesn’t know who. Something trips him and his head hits the ground, stunning him, and a sword stabs him in the shoulder and he laughs, ripping it out to roll away, uncaring of the copious amount of blood he’s losing. He hears the revving of an engine nearby, and wipes the blue liquid out of his eyes just in time to see Baghera slice at Pierre with her chainsaw, severing bone and tendons from his left shoulder to his right hip. Blood and viscera fall out of the gaping wound as he chokes, impossibly blue eyes widening, and then his body falls and the chime of death-respawn rings out over the battlefield. One.

“First kill!” Carré woops, blocking strike after strike from a hissing Bad. “My turn now,” he grins, feral and they all know he’s the only human here how could a human feel so much like them, and his legs do a thing none of them can comprehend but he’s behind the demon now, thrusting his blade forward and into a groove in the fiend’s diamond armor. Chime. Bad falls, dead before his body hits the ground. Two. The Argentinian Beast swipes to the side, ridding his blade of sickly blue liquid. His sleeve creeps back up his arm, revealing the bottom of their symbol. “Mejórate, noob.”

“Oh SHIT!” Jaiden cackles, busy carving out the inside of Tubbo’s ribcage like a halloween pumpkin. “Carré’s out for blood, we love to see it.”

“Where’s Pac?” Cellbit grumbles, teeth around someone’s liver. Foolish rushed back from respawn, waving at them cheerfully, and bodies an incoming Pierre to the ground to bash his head against a rock until his skull gives and splits in half like a watermelon. “Uuuuh, dunno! Why, wanna eat his other leg?”

“Maybe.”

“Be nice,” Baghera pouts, beak splattered in red as she discards her broken saw, only to summon a fresh one from her inventory. She looks down at it with motherly fondness. “He did kill Bad earlier. And he lost Mike, and my brother. I say we leave him be.”

“Mmmh. Careful, here comes BitchBoy.”

“Oh, hello,” the duck chirps, evading a strike from Bad’s scythe. “Did you miss me, Bébou?” she giggles, thrusting her saw forward and cutting through the demon’s armor like it’s butter. Bad lets out a frustrated what the FUDGE before the blades pierce through the enchantments and through his belly. Chime. “I don’t know if I missed you,” she hums, throws her machine away, summons a new one. “I’m still thinking about it.”

Jaiden howls at her, Foolish barks, and all of them devolve into throat-tearing screams as their clothes soak up all the red, red above, red below, red, red. Philza climbs up a tower and swoops in, deadly precise, skewers another Tubbo that just showed up. “You should really give it a rest, mate,” he hums without an ounce of aggressivity, sitting on the lad’s chest as he wheezes out his last breath. “You’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be.”

“Can’t—” the goat hybrid chokes, bloody foam bubbling out of his mouth as his lungs fill up with fluid. “I’m. Tina. Nikki, Missa.” The name makes Phil blink. “Can’t… abandon them.”

“Suit yourself,” the Crowfather shrugs, then plants his blade into his former protégé’s neck with nary a sound. Chime.

Chime.

They don’t always win, far from it. Chime . But they don’t care, losing themselves in the cycle of fight-kill-die-respawn-run-fight. Chime. Even when their resources run out, when they have nothing left but their own hands to fight with, they still come, again and again, moved by the collective desire to make them pay. They get less and less kills, armors and weapons gone, their own bodies piling up in a grotesque display. Chime. Chime. Chime. Blue Team tries to run and hide, but Jaiden and Foolish sniff them out like a pair of bloodhounds, always on their tail as the rest of the flock follows. The hours trickle, too slow yet too fast, and Blue is now winning because they kill them a lot more often than Red kills them, but they don’t give a single shit about that stupid bar made up but a stupid eyeball thing that they are done entertaining because THEIR FUCKING FRIENDS AND FAMILY ARE DEAD.

They rip, and tear, and bite when nothing else works anymore. Everything hurts, repeated respaws and the brand mark making their bodies stumble and fall and shake and seize against the cold dirt, making them easy targets. But they keep fighting.

Cellbit starts crying at some point, tears washing off the blood in twin lines on both his cheeks, and he repeats his husband’s nickname like some fucked up mantra as he stabs into Pierre’s chest over and over again, the engineer long dead. Yet he still keeps going, until Phil gently tears him away from the body to press his own bloody forehead against the Brazilian’s, letting him cling to his robes like the crow’s his last anchor to the mortal plane. Foolish and Jaiden come back, huffing, saying they’ve lost track of their target, and everyone stands still for a moment.

Phil’s commlink buzzes. He glances at it, spots something blue, turns it off. No more parlé, no more talks. “I think they’re done for today,” he sighs, helping Cellbit to his feet. “Let’s go back.”

“To the den?” Charlie asks, ripping off his mask to shake off stray pieces of viscera before putting it back on. His entire body is soaked in red, but Phil can spot some green beneath it. His code arm glitching erratically, but he barely seems to feel it.

Philza nods. “To the nest.”

“Can we burn?” Baghera asks. Her voice is shot, just like after an intense session of karaoke. “I don’t wanna walk back. I wanna burn.”

“Me too,” Jaiden raises her hand, Charlie following suit. “Oooh, we should all do it,” the conure gasps, already piling up dead wood and whipping out her flint and steel. “It’s like a warpstone! But crispier.”

Maybe Phil should discourage that. But his bad knee hurts like a motherfucker, and what’s a little more agony after today. “Sure, fuck it.”

The pier lights up their surroundings as they dance their way into the flames, hot coal burning the soles of their feet. They briefly wonder if this is what witches did back in the day, before their last hearts are drained and they fall into the space-between-spaces, respawn mechanic spitting them out the other side and into the damp coolness of their cave-home-nest-den.

Their wounds are gone, as always. But not the brand, still pulsing with dull pain on each of their bodies. They all put ice on it, mechanically, minds already far away as their timer nears its end for the day.

None of them bother to clean up before it hits zero. The pack huddles into the nest together, blood-sticky and shaky and Cellbit is still sobbing, Jaiden’s arms around him while she croons and chirps, avian words eaten up by her own hiccuping sobs ( help, sad, sad, flock) , Charlie rubbing soothing circles into the cat hybrid’s back as he wails. Carré whispers praise and fighting tips to Baghera’s who’s only half-listening, wrapping up Dad’s sprained wing in a makeshift splint. Foolish sits close, humming absentmindedly as he finger-combs the knots and bits of flesh out of Jaiden’s long hair. “...You guys wanna move to Eggxile with me?” Charlie asks, drowsy and sluggish, Baghera’s hand-wing in his code-infected one. “When we go back. You can- you can take care of Flippa with me, if… you know. If this shit doesn’t work out.”

Jaiden laughs, wet and unstable. “I’d love that actually.”

“Your house has fumes in it,” Cellbit adds, so quiet it’s hard to make out. “I like that. It’s homey.”

“We can keep the masks there, it’s perfect,” Baghera approves, and Phil finds himself considering it because Charlie’s ramshackle house might be turning into code shit, but at least it’s far away, safe, away, away, and he doesn’t know if he can trust anyone outside his flock after this. Not stay on the wall, where everyone and their dog can show up unannounced. “Maybe,” he says.

Then their comms buzz, darkness claiming them quick.

#qsmp #qsmp purgatory #team bolas #tw blood #tw gore #fanfic

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I’d love to see how Austin and his best girl met

That Gooey Feeling

Summary: You walked into a café for a book and left with more than you came for..love.

Contents: How Austin and his best girl met! Loads of fluff. That’s it!

A/N: Hi! Let me start by saying sorry about the absence...school’s kicking my ass. The end. And also sorry about the updates you guys will be getting in the next few days being late..again..school lol

But anywho, prompt courtesy of the lovely @quietemptydiariess. I didn’t forget about you babes! It’s overdue and I hope you all like it. Thanks for reading and sticking it out with me! Appreciate the love!

P.S Everyone feel free to comment and send ideas. Love hearing from you all always! Much Love! *hugs*

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It was hot in central LA today.

And not like ' oh man let's pack a bag and hit the beach, hot ' or ' today would be a nice day to sit around in the shade of my balcony, hot'

No, today was most definitely ' Step out into the sun for more than ten seconds and smell your own flesh burn, kinda hot.'

But here you were walking along the scorching sidewalk basking in the smell of your torching flesh and the amber musk perfume you'd put on today.

Drudging forward with your full tote bag in tow you made your way toward the cool, sweet, serene sanctuary down the road. Otherwise known as, your favorite café, The Totem.

Wiping a weary hand across your forehead you'd practically been ready to break down and cry once you'd finally made it to the door of the treasured establishment.

Peace.

And with a huff of breath you grabbed the handle wrenching the door open only to let out the deepest euphoric sigh at the feeling of the cold AC ridden air hit your body.

It felt like a kiss from the sweetest coldest polar bear.

Walking inside you didn't need to look around at the place that you practically knew every nook and cranny of now due to how much you actually frequented the place these days. The Totem Café , which uniquely double as a fully operating café and second hand book store, was one of the first places you'd visited when you moved to California almost two years ago.

You had seen it out the U-Haul window you'd been in when you and your sister had just entered town after a grueling and comedically funny thirty-two-hour drive together from your previous home-state. Vowing then you'd try out the place at least once, from the first time you had walked in you were hooked! You'd now stop by at least a few times a week (if not more) to get your daily fix of tea, baked goods, and literature.

Even though today the amount of people that littered the café seating was scarce, a few people were still seen wandering threw the rows of bookshelves. You knew that they'd still probably been jam packed earlier today when it was cooler and were slowing down due to people heading home cause of the heat.

Walking up to the counter you were greeted by Cameron, one of the baristas. She usually was so cheery and wide grinned whenever you came in. But today, she offered you a troubled smile that made you inwardly groan because you'd could already bet your bottom dollar that you knew what she was gonna say.

You quickly beat her to the punch closing your eyes to descend into your monologue of despair " Cam I literally just caught an entire cab and then had to walk almost a full entire block due to the wonderful still blooming LA traffic in damn near hundred- and two-degree weather. So it can't be possible that your about to look me in my slightly sun burned eyes and tell it’s not here." You concluded.

It couldn't be true.

It shouldn't true.

It PLEASE! Wouldn't be true.

Not today.

Cameron couldn't do anything but offer her best sympathetic smile and say, " I looked over there and seen it. Went to do something for Greg! Came back and the book was gone! I swear.“ She sadly explained. “ Also not to rain more on your parade..but we’re also out of cheese danishes so....”

Your eyes popped in a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

“ But we still have everything else for your usual. I promise! Plus Greg just bought a new case of ripe mangos in the back today, so I can guarantee it's gonna taste absolutely fresh and soooo good." She tried her best to ignore the off-putting scowl that overtaken your face. Sorry?

You looked like you were two seconds from turning big and green so you could use the place as a personal smash room.

You were hot!

Literally and figuratively.

Placing an upset hand on your cheek you still hadn't opened your eyes out of the case of disbelief and determent of the tantrum you wanted to make, " Cam I'm not understanding how this happened when I literally called the store twice before I got here. Once before I let the apartment and then again in the taxi just to truly make sure you guys had everything." You squeaked.

" HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN? " You whisper yelled making Cameron giggle at your almost state of delirium.

" I know I know, " She started, " And when you called the first time, I had Nick to take the very last one and wrap it up to the side for safekeeping until you got here. And as far as the book goes I don't know anything beyond that since I was in the back."

" But tell you what! " She bargained, " We do have those oatmeal chocolate cookies you like. Marty is putting them in the oven as we speak." Cameron finished wiggling at brow at you.

Breathing in defeat you decided to just let it go and proceed with order, " Know what. It's fine. All that means is it probably wasn't meant for me to have it today. Trying to slim down anyway. SO I'll just take the usual minus the cheese danish. Plus I'll pass on the cookies. Thank you anyway for trying."

You reached down into your wallet while listening to Cameron playfully scold you on how great your body looked along with a threat about how she was going to put banana syrup in your mango passion tea the next time she heard you say something like that. And that as added punishment she was making you take home a cookie anyway.

You hated Bananas.

So you quickly paid adding a generous tip, and gave her nod of understanding before you walked off to wander around the place until you heard your name be called.

The plan was to actually come for much more than just your fix of fruity tea and sweets. It was look to find a certain new novel to indulge your senses for the next week. And hopefully it maybe had just wandered to a different section of the store by accident....

It was called, what we talk about, when we talk about love.

One of your writer buddies had suggested it to you for a read to help out with your impending writer's block on a romance story you were finishing...sorta.

Romance.

It very predictably of you to be drawn to this section given your background as a hopeless romantic.

All through your life you'd read countless romance novels and even watched movies that had helped formulate your slightly unrealistic view on how love should be.

At one point during teenage hood, you'd honestly thought that men showing up outside women's windows in an all-white limousine with flowers to express how they didn't care that the woman they loved was a prostitute, and pledge their most undying love, was normal.

That it'd had to be the standard.

You wanted you movie style gooey feeling moment, dammit!

But alas in your twenty-three years of living you would soon realize that it just didn't happen like the movies. And your once eager hopeful view on love would begin to dwindle a bit. But hey you hadn't completely lost hope.... yet.

Continuing to look and look....and look! With no luck you decided to go ahead and leave it for another time.

Going to go fetch your beloved beverage you made it to the counter nodding at another barista Marty who handed you your drink and informed that the cookies would be out in a couple minutes.

Happily accepting you looked around to grab a straw and a couple of napkins when you felt the presence of another body appear on the side of you.

Looking next to you were met with a man.

Emphasize on the man part.

He was tall and slender, but you could see that he had some sort of muscular build through the slight strain on his shirt around the bicep areas. He wore a couple of rings on his fingers and a chain around his neck that has cutely placed moles. He had dirty blonde hair with streaks of honey in them and if it was actually him and not the baked goods smell wafting in the air.

HE SMELLED HEAVENLY.

But even with his stellar appearance, that wasn't what had gotten you. It was his even more sexier voice that you could hear on the side of you.

It had you damn near ready to melt where you stood. Screw the sun outside, this man was hotter.

" Hey man. Can I please order another iced oak milk based coffee with a shot of espresso and dark chocolate syrup. And if you could make sure it's super cold I'd appreciate it." The man ordered peering down to look through the glass case at the remaining pastries available. " And I'll take a' one of them cherry turnovers to go. That's all. Thank you."

Upon hearing his dialect you would make the assumption that he had to be of some southern origin. He had that little bit of twang to him.

" Okay Man. I'll have that ready for you in a moment." Greg printed a recipe handing it to the stranger.

" C'mon dude you didn't even let me pay before you printed me out the recipe. Please let me pay this time. Seriously. The guy haggled to a unwavering Greg.

Greg shook his head, " NO can do Bro. It's on the house. Same as last time. I just love what you do man. Zoey 101 used to be my jam in middle school. Good memories and you were apart of that. So good looks on this one." Greg said moving away from the smiling man.

Ouu was a actor of some sort. Probably extra work...

" Alright man. But next time. I'm gonna pay and you won't be able to stop me." The guy proclaimed. You then watched as he pulled out his wallet and dropped a fifty dollar bill in the tip jar once Greg had fully turned.

Okay Mr. Moneybags.

And then he just stood by you waiting for his food like you.

Should you say something? What would you even say?

Nah what for. He was SUPER outta your league. Why waste his and your time?

You'd settled on letting the comfortable silence swell and just to continue to look him over out the corner of your eyes. And you did just that up until your side vision landed on the book he was looking in his hand.

what we talk about, when we talk about love.

That was it! That was the book! The book you wanted!

And he had it.

And for some odd reason you couldn't help but wanna ask him how he liked the book? What he liked about? Was it worth the read?

So doing something unusual for you, you went out on a limb fully turning your body toward him and speaking, " Um ex-xuse me sir? " You spoke waving your hand a bit.

It took him a second to look over and notice you but when he did turn his attention to you, your mouth went dry as the Sahara desert!

" Yes. "He answered.

MY GOD.

He was even more handsome up close!!!

Now having a full view of him the only way you could describe it was as if you were looking at a reincarnation of Apollo himself. The man was stunning.

" Is there something I can help you with? " He asked half pulling you out of the accidental trance he'd put you in.

But right now you were trying to form the words that sat just at the tip of your tongue. You were too distracted by looking directly into his eyes.

They were a absolutely beautiful shade of cobalt.

And the more you stared into them the more you saw different things.

Mostly you thought they looked like the color of the ocean. A pure clean ocean.

Let me take a swim in your water, SIR!

You might as well have had a legal search warrant the way you were looking at this man's retinas.

But what really surprised was the way he was matching your energy by staring. RIGHT. THE. FUCK. BACK.

oh damn this is some prolonged eye contact. shit.

Thinking quickly about where this was going, you shyly looked away rapidly blinking your eyes before going to actually ask your question, " um..the book you're holding. I was just wondering if you'd read it, yet? " You stumbled.

A little smile spreading across his face he replied, " Uh..yeah I have. It's actually one of my favorite books." He informed running his thumb across the creased cover.

Goodness. His smile was so cute.

" Really. That's great! I was asking because one of my friends actually recommended it to me. And I was hoping it was good." You explained nervously fiddling with the fabric of your shirt.

" Oh yeah? Good friend you got! I highly recommend. It’s good and gives the best realistic views of love I’ve ever read. Makes the mind think." He said.

You nodded, " Awesome! That's actually one of the reasons why I came here today to see if they had it, but I think that you may have beaten me to the punch." You stupidly laughed trying your best to mask the nervousness you felt.

That's what you get for saying something.

Looking at the book and then back at you he sighed rubbing his spare hand on the back of his neck, " Awe man I'm sorry. The copy I usually have I left someplace where I can't get it back. And I knew coming here that there was a good chance they had a copy." He lightly chuckled.

" But here." He stuck the book toward you making your pupils enlarge a bit, " I'd much rather you had it. It'll make me happy knowing someone will get to experience this book for the first time. Wish I could again." He said offering you a somber smile.

Immediately you began shaking your head pushing the book back to him, " No. No way. I can tell that it really means something to you. And I think you should have it." You countered.

This made him frown up his face making cute little wrinkles on his forehead, " Nah! Really you should have it. I've read it front to back about a hundred times." He rebottled.

But instead you stood your ground giggling a bit, " No way Jose. I'm not taking it from you. That's that." You affirmed playfully folding your arms over your chest and returning to you original position looking away from him.

From beside you, you could hear him light heartedly sigh before kissing his teeth, " You're a bit of a stubborn one aren't you." He teased.

Grinning you turned your head, " I'm not being stubborn. It just wouldn't be fair to you by me just talking to book to read when you found it first...even if you have already read it a hundred times front to back." You added the last part hoping he'd laugh.

He did.

Looking at you in a way that you couldn't make out he spoke, " So how about I offer you a deal for both of us to be able to read the book and walk away happy." He started his proposal letting his eyes look deep into yours.

At this point this man had five more seconds left of searching your soul with those damned blue-eyes before you'd say screw it and ask him if he wanted to indulge in a deal of your own and go half on a mortgage, plus become a dog dad to your one year old auxie doxie puppy, Magnus.

" I'm listening." You stated definitely tuned in.

" How about if you aren't busy right now. We can find somewhere to sit for a couple of minutes and you let me read my favorite story out of here to you. After that you can have the book and go on your little merry way." He suggested.

You couldn't lie you were a little taken aback by his idea..why would he wanna sit down with you...let alone read to you. What's the catch?

" That sounds nice and fair..." You began..." But no what's the catch? " You cautioned raising a inspecting eye-brow.

Looking at the now serious face you tried to muster he couldn't help the little laugh and smirk that escaped him.

You looked adorable to him.

" No catch I promise. Afterward you won't ever have to see me or hear from me again... if you don't want to."

If you don't want to...

The words linger in your mind as you looked at his hopeful face.

If this fine ass random man truly wanted to read to you. What could it hurt?

OKAY!

" Alright why not ." You agreed.

Austin had to do his best to contain the gigantic smile that wanted to take over his face! Instead he gave you small one and nodded, " Well alright then."

From there you'd both gotten your food and found a nice window spot in the open seating area.

And true to his word Austin had pulled the book open and read his favorite story to you....and then his other favorite....and the other one too. Before you knew he'd read you the whole thing to you and then you both had descended into a deep conversation about things pertaining to the book and some things not pertaining to the book.

The sun was going and the store was closing by the time you two pulled away from being wrapped up in each other.

Both collectively grabbing your things, a certain someone insisted on taking the other one home. To which the latter induvial refused at first because she, one could get home to perfectly on her own, and two as a woman...and black woman no less. You had to be careful about your safety. And letting some stranger although handsome and seemingly sweet take you home and know where you lived, was still a big no.

So the certain someone fully understanding and respecting your cautiousness offered a deal...to be fair, and hailed a cab for you, opening the door for you before you had a chance to reach for the handle and handing the driver in the front a hundred dollar bill ensuring that he needed to take you wherever you wanted to go. Once you were inside a certain someone sheepishly asked if he could get your number...so you could text him that you got home... for safety purposes.

You again stupidly nodded shakily handing him your phone and him doing the same.

Once everything was done you sweetly exchanged goodbyes and parted.

The whole ride home you couldn't shake this feeling you had...it felt gooey.

In the best possible way.

When you did get home you did in-fact text that certain person that you got home.

They immediately texted back.

And you two proceeded to text all night long promising to meet again at the café soon.

Soon was the very next day. And little did you know that certain someone would one day become your husband.

#austin butler #austin butler x black! reader #austin butler x reader #daysofourlove #TheMangoWrites #mangoasks #austin butler x black reader

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a-forger-and-a-point-man · 4 months

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So this is so not thought through it’s not even half-baked, it’s still some raw cookie dough I bring you BUT I hope you enjoy anyway. SO I don’t know if I’m a big believer in the”it was all a dream and Cobb made it up” theory BUT I always thought if that was the case then Arthur and Eames were projections of real people but I just had the thought of what if Arthur is also made up because Arthur -> Arthurian legend -> incredibly loyal knight taking on seemingly impossible tasks for the one they have sworn fealty to

omg ok so isn’t this why Nolan chose the name Arthur to begin with???? Surely?? It always confused me why his totem wasn’t the knight chess piece 🤔

(I love when you have ideas and shoot them my way!!!)

#problemwithtrouble

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mmmmalo · 9 months

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Free associative rambling, anti-semitism cw

The whole "juice" thing made me wary of the word "juju" as possibly stupidly disguising "jew-jew", but I couldn't find much to bolster the suspicion. At best there was Jake's question "what the bejesus is a juju?", which could be tortured into an dichotomization of the (familiar) Christian and the (alien) Jewish. As far as bad puns go, this would be on par with the cherubim's major food being the candy Jujubes and literal Pounds of Flesh (the recurring Merchant of Venice joke) -- though I don't know if Special Stardust can be squeezed into that thematic groove. Perhaps if the bit where Gamzee throws Special Stardust in his face were distortion of the biblical mourning practice of sprinkling ashes on your head...? That would certainly resonate with the association of the Ashen quadrant with cuckoldry... and the Special Stardust corrupting Act 6 Act 6 were effectively ash, that would resonate with sense of decay assigned to file compression artifacts (like the glitter in Condy's literal file)? Even independent of antisemitic motifs, the infertility symbolism around the Baroness (or the Barren-ness, as lime-bloods noted) would make ash pouring out of the folder resonant... and it would also wrap around to the anti-semitic connotations of baking? Hm

Emphasizing arc-juju Lil Cal (and his eyes) as a container for some evil essence is consistent with paranoid notions of sight explored elsewhere (eg Lord English's 88/HH eyes), but more generally... well to quote lime-bloods:

Lil Cal isn’t just“a juju”, but is “FILLED WITH BAD JUJU.” Magic in Homestuck has always really been about the idea that believing in something can make it real, and the purpose of all Homestuck’s dealings with chucklevoodoos and jujus is to evoke the anthropological concept of the “fetish”; an item whose power comes from human beings ascribing supernatural qualities to it. Jujus are all part of the “game” the cherubs play, with all its rules and quirks; breaking an enchantment is like breaking a rule, in that it changes nothing about the real world: you’ve just infringed upon an idea. The juju isn’t the object; the juju is the power, good or bad, ascribed to the object.

To me, the possibility that Freud was invoked in an anti-semitic capacity (resistance to his Particular theories being a disguise for the story's General depiction of hostility towards abstraction) makes the above seem haunted by Freud's appropriation of the anthropological fetish for psychological purposes... though I suppose the story's incorporation of various Indigenous symbols* for paranoid purposes could poison the concepts independently of Freud's discussion of fetish and totem -- it's weird how this mode of reading can suggest that concepts might be deployed in bad faith and good faith at the same time, in several distinct paradigms.

*though Caliborn's name, as I've mentioned before, resonates with Shakespeare's language-hating islander Caliban (cousin of "Carribean" and "Cannibal"), such that the Pound of Flesh motif can function as a Native and Jewish smear simultaneously? I'm dizzy

#homestuck commentary #faith mapping #native motifs #gonna revisit my glitter posts I guess

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I'd love to see you do Feverish Delirium and Mumbling with Fox. Or whoever you want!

Well once again I'm inflicting Croissant on the world. I'm also inflicting on Wolffe.

“What do you mean he’s sleeping?”

Frankly, Wolffe was tired of the kark. Every time he tried to just find out where Fox was he got rerouted to someone slightly higher up the totem pole of authority. He’d somehow met entire squads of the Corrie Guard, each of whom had a story that Wolffe was sure was very interesting to anyone not named Wolffe.

And yet he still didn’t know where Fox was. This CMO was the closest he’d gotten to all day who was willing to tell him anything at all. Even the other Coruscant Commanders had apparently been too busy for him.

“I meant exactly what I said,” Croissant informed him. He seemed about as impressed with Wolffe as Wolffe was with him. “He’s finally sleeping. You go and find him, and wake him up, and I’ll have to send him back to sleep the hard way and I’ll send you with him.” For emphasis, the medic patted a pocket full of hyposprays.

“Why can’t he wake up just a little to see me?” Wolffe pressed. “I’m his batchmate. I haven’t been able to see him in a while, and I’m going to now. I’m sure he’d be willing to miss a little sleep just to see me.”

“Uh, sir?” the kih’vod Croissant was looking over sheepishly looked at Wolffe. “He does really mean it. He will sedate you if you try to ignore him.”

Wolffe glared at Croissant. Croissant met him eye for eye.

“Fine,” Wolffe bit out. “I promise I won’t try to wake him. But can I at least see him?”

Croissant shrugged. “Sure, it’s your waking mind on the line, not mine.”

Once Croissant was finished with the Corrie ad he led Wolffe around and around until they finally came to a small set of quarters. Inside were four bunks.

Fox lay on one of them, muttering and tossing about.

Croissant rushed over to him and placed a hand on his forehead. “He’s got a fever,” he muttered. “Don’t have meds with me. Wait here, don’t wake him up.”

Wolffe sighed and sat on the bed next to Fox’s moving form as Croissant left.

“Silly Foxy,” he sighed, and pulled Fox’s head onto his legs. “What, did you forget we’re not supposed to get sick?”

“Kark you,” Fox mumbled. Whether he was actually conscious of what he was saying, Wolffe wasn’t really sure.

Wolffe chuckled anyways. “Silly, silly Foxy,” he half-sang as he smoothed sweaty strands of hair away from Fox’s eyes.

Fox blinked furiously. “Wanna sleep,” he muttered. “Tired of being awake.”

“Then sleep, Fox’ika.” Wolffe kept his hand moving through Fox hair. He was really warm. “I’m not stopping you.”

“Wanna- wanna sleep. Please, let me sleep.” Fox got more agitated, turning and weakly sliding his head along Wolffe’s thighplate. “Please, ge, gedet’ye. I just wanna, I just wanna sleep.”

“Good thing I’m here then,” Croissant strode back into the room, a medkit in hand. “Always happy to help with that Commander.”

Fox mumbled something else unintelligible as Croissant checked him over and gave him a few hypos. “Fox, do you want Wolffe to stay with you?”

Immediately Fox’s whole face brightened, though that may have been the sweat and fever in his eyes. “Wolffe?”

“Congratulations, Wolffe.” Croissant jammed into the space above Wolffe’s thigh piece before he could react. “Wish granted. You get to stay with Fox.”

Everything went dizzy. Wolffe tried to lunge at this gedin’la medic, but somehow time blurred and he ended up on the floor instead.

Croissant unceremoniously dragged him up and shoved him against Fox.

“This is treas’n,” Wolffe slurred. “Gonna ha, have you c’rt m’rsh’lled.”

“Good night Commanders.” Croissant ruffled Fox’s hair before grinning at Wolffe. “Don’t worry, I’ll let your battalion know you’re unavailable.”

“I will, find you…”

“Goodnight.”

Croissant closed the door behind them. Wolffe grumbled before he slung an arm Fox to clumsily pull him closer.

“Wolffe,” Fox happily mumbled, pressing even closer. Wolffe was going to get baked, wasn’t he? Still, from the way Fox shifted before finally settling made Wolffe think it just might be worth it.

#hehe #croissant has an itchy hypo finger #oc: croissant #commander fox #commander wolffe

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