#founders trio festival
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Sacrificed
Pairing: God!Madara Uchiha x Reader
Genre: Oneshot, filthy filthy smut
Word Count: 6.6k
Warnings: too many to count, afab!reader, rough sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, the Uchiha breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, aphrodisiacs, Madara has a big dick Uchiha, blindfolds, hands are tied, stomach bulge, mating press, overstimulation, some temperature play, strong language
A/N: This monstrosity has way too many tags, forgive me if I didn't tag every kink. Honestly this was only supposed to have like, two kinks or so, but uh obviously that did not happen and I'm not sorry about it. If this one does well enough I plan on writing a Sacrificed for each of the founders trio, and if I feel the inspiration after that I could add other Naruto characters as well so, let me know if that's something you'd be interested in.
A HUGE thank you to @therantingfangirl for helping me edit this oversized self indulgence! She's the best you guys, I love her and you should send some love her way! This wouldn't have been out as quickly, and would've had many more typos lol, if not for her. So tell her thank you for me~
edit 7/30/22: WE NOW HAVE ART!! A biiiig huge thank you to the amazing @skydaddy01 for their incredible art. They did a fanfuckingtastic job creating god!Madara's appearance, especially with so little to go off of because I'm bad at asking for things. Seriously, go check them out, especially if you like the art~
Without further ado, enjoy Sacrificed (Sun)
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Villagers scattered about, decorating homes and streets alike, preparing drums and costumes with jovial attitudes; the excitement was palpable. Most everyone looked forward to the Festival of the Sun, it was hard not to! The music, the ritual dancing, the offerings of food and wine to the gods as well as loved ones were certainly something to be excited about. The festivities themselves lasted for an entire week. It had to in order to entice him down from his place of rest. He was hard to excite, after all.
The Festival of the Sun is performed once a year before the cold season begins in order to plead with the sun god for protection from death during the upcoming frost. At the peak of the festivities, a living sacrifice is offered to the deity, but seldom does he come down. Most sacrifices come back without having even felt his presence, however throughout the history of the festival there were rare instances of his sacrifice being found dead at the end of the celebrations. The manner of death was always the same, burnt from the inside out. These instances came to be synonymous with having met him.
That fact made you, the sacrifice chosen for the upcoming celebrations, a bit nauseated. The idea of meeting the sun god made you nervous for many reasons; you were his devout follower, a young peasant chosen by the temple due to your dedication to your faith. At least, that’s what they told you when they notified you of your impending position. Your faith was well known in the village, you made the hike to his temple every two days without fail and prayed for hours in his sanctuary as well as volunteered to help clean the entirety of his temple.
His statues had always entranced you and you often wondered if that was what he really looked like. Was he really that tall and broad? Certainly awe inspiring if true. You’d run the soapy cloth along the carvings of his hair and close your eyes, guiltily pretending you were running your fingers through his majestic locks, it was so long, and the artist made it look so wild and untamed, giving his likeness a dangerous edge that made you bite your bottom lip. It would not be an exaggeration to say you were attracted to your god, or rather to the idea of him.
You had never met him or even heard his words as some priests had claimed to have heard. The high priest, the one who informed you of your role in the festivities, had said that your devotion moved the god and he had asked for you; that made you roll your eyes. As if the sun god himself would ask for you. The odd one, no family or friends, let alone a dating history, or anything of the sort that would catch the attention of anyone let alone such a powerful and incredible god. No matter, it would just mean another year without his appearance, though there is the possibility he’s so enraged by your presentation that he decides to burn you like the others.
He was not known for his mercy, after all. His lust for blood was legendary and his rivalry with the god of the forests still affects humanity despite their typically dormant state. Their battles have scored the earth and ruined oceans, much to the god of the sea’s displeasure. The temple texts state that the gods of forest and sun reawaken every century to continue their discourse.
Were the previously killed sacrifices burned for his amusement or was he displeased with their appearance? Being burnt from the inside out at the hands of your beloved deity, was that your destined end?
As you contemplated your possible demise, the festival began. For the first three days your job was to stay in the temple. You were to pray all day, bathe in the ceremonial waters, and eat only the fruits provided. Each day the ceremonial drumming, which was performed as the sun began to set and would continue until sunrise, could be heard despite the temples stone walls. Their beat entrancing and familiar. It gave you something to look forward to as you prayed without response.
On the fourth day you weren’t allowed to eat anything, only drink a strangely viscus and milky liquid with no taste that left the core of your being feeling cold. The usual warm bath with citrus scents was replaced with the same cold and thick liquid you were forced to drink. Are they trying to give me a cold before they send me to my death? You thought as you shivered. The older priestesses were made to wash you, they rubbed the fluid into every part of your being. Maybe I’ll freeze before I’m burnt alive.
It was almost like a massage, the way the older women prepared you. The way they rubbed the fluid into the flesh of your breasts made you blush, and the blush only deepened when your sex was given the same amount of attention and pressure. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut. The feeling was a bit unusual. Heat began to swirl in your center, and it helped you fight off the cold for the rest of the bath.
When you were brought out of the bath rolls of white and red silk were draped around your body in odd patterns. The material itself felt wonderful but they tied the red pieces around your arms and neck, while the white silk they used to bind your chest and cover your mound. It was an odd feeling, only being partially dressed and your abdomen being bare made you flush in embarrassment. They tied your hair back in a braid that was as long as your hair would allow, and they twisted the same type of red silk around it. You were not allowed to look at your own appearance and one of the women led you out of the temple without so much as a word.
Once outside you began to shiver again and your bare feet gracing the soft grass only made you feel colder. The breeze made goose flesh begin to rise along your skin and you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and keep warm. Sounds of the villagers enjoying the festival gave you something to focus on. What would you be doing, if you were not here? Enjoying some wine perhaps, dancing around the oversized fire that was lit in your god’s honor? Mmm maybe even enjoying a full plate of roast boar, your stomach grumbled at the thought.
A group of priests, including the high priest, emerged from the temple and began to lead you further to the west of the temple. On that side there was a trail. Most everyone knew of the trail, but it was not to be used by anyone but the blessed. It led up to the highest peak in the valley and at the top stood a temple made specifically to hold the sun god’s presence when he graced the earth.
The high priest ushered you onto the trail and began to walk in front of you, the others following behind. The entire hike up felt very stiff and uncomfortable, it made you more nervous than you already were. The high priest stopped, as did you, right before the doors to the sacred temple. It was much grander, the walls made of marble instead of stone with gold gilded doors and carvings of suns in the luxurious columns. A strong wind practically blew through you, and you wondered if you’d ever feel warm again. A quick glance around at the people meant to guide you made your stomach twist in knots. They all had such grave expressions. You wondered what was next and began to try to convey your question with your eyes but they refused look at you. “Um,” you began. “Excuse-“
A loud shout rang out from the village, the signal to start the drums. Startled, you glanced at the sky and saw that the sun had begun to set. The high priest turned and walked until he was right in front of you. He began to press a large flask of what looked to be the same viscous liquid into your hands while a different priest came behind you and began to tie a red ribbon made of the same silk tightly around your eyes. The cool material caused your heart to beat as hard as the drums. “Drink this once the sun has fully set, there will be more inside, be sure to drink all of it throughout the next few days.”
Your breathing picked up. Someone, you weren’t sure who, began to tie your wrists together in front of you. “Do not attempt to look at him,” the high priest spoke again. “Do not try to touch him, only he can initiate contact. You may roam around the temple but do not leave it.” How did he expect you to roam without being able to see? “We will be back at the end of the festival to collect you, do as we say and as he says and you will survive,” he paused, “probably.”
You nodded nervously; you couldn’t see his face but could feel the sense of dread in the air. “Alright, let us begin.” Someone began to push you forward and you felt your bare feet touch the chilled marble, heard the large doors creak open, and felt the plush of a cushion as they sat you down on the floor. Once their touch left you, the sense of foreboding increased. When you heard the door slam shut you knew you were alone.
You could hear the high priest begin a prayer outside the door, though it was rather muffled, you pressed your fingers against each other, and you tried to calm your nerves by joining in on the prayer. “Allow your warmth to protect and guide me,” you muttered. After a moment’s hesitation you added, “and your cruelty to pass over me.” And altogether you ended the prayer with an ‘amen’ though yours felt a tad more strained.
Through the blindfold you could make out vague shapes thanks to the small amounts of light; but that was all you could see, and once the sun set you would essentially be blind. You stayed seated for a time and fiddled with the flask that you had been given. The wrappings around your wrists weren’t painful or too constricting but they did limit what you could do. How were you supposed to stay like this for four nights and three days? “Where even is the restroom?” You glanced around at the shapes that made up what you could see. “Do gods even use the restroom?”
After a few more minutes of fretting and shaking you decided to stand and try to figure out what was in the room. You placed your arms out in front of you. Your hands may have been bound but you were still able to grab a hold of things. The temperature of the temple was colder than the temperature outside, it was similar to the biting chill of the nights in the cold season. At this point you wondered if you were doomed to die from frostbite. The tips of your fingers scraped against the cold marble of the walls, and you continued to glide your hands along the carvings to guide you through the area. As your vision began to worsen you knew the sun was almost under the mountain.
Your fingers brushed against a metal decoration and you began to explore the piece to the best of your abilities. It felt like a throne, a large one, with a cushion made of the same type of silk that was draped around you. The size of the throne made it feel a bit more like a small loveseat, you couldn’t imagine it being too comfortable with all the surrounding metals. Beside the throne seemed to be a short table with a pitcher atop it. The pitcher was carved, and you could tell it was well crafted by running your fingers along the object. It felt much too light to be filled with anything, much to your chagrin. You had been hoping for a sip of real water.
While there was still a bit of sunlight left you decided to try to explore the center of the room a bit more. You walked cautiously from the throne to the middle of the area and saw a shadow that seemed to be a table or something similar. It was a bit tall to be a table and you placed your hands on it and felt that it was also made of a cold marble. There were no chairs around it and as your fingers brushed along the edges you felt that there were words engraved on it. You wondered if they were gilded with gold like the carvings on the outer columns had been. Slowly, you attempted to read what was engraved around the table. “A sacrifice of flesh and blood,” you muttered. “Well, that would be me.”
“Is that right?”
You flinched. That was not a voice you recognized. It was deep and alluring, with an inflection that sounded almost amused. The man’s voice had come from behind you, where you remembered the throne being. Cautiously, you turned toward where you thought the voice was coming from but immediately had to squeeze your eyes shut. All there was in that direction was a bright light, like the sun itself had come to rest in front of you. Wait, your breath caught in your throat. The sun itself?
“A-Are you perhaps-“
“Yes?”
You felt so hesitant. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, the urge to drop down on your knees and bow was at the forefront of your mind. There was a warmth, an intense but welcome warmth, that began to move toward you. Your eyes were still closed tight; even behind the blindfold his brightness was too much. Like a warm breath it felt like his presence was closer, but you weren’t sure how close. Without much more thought, you gave into your urge and got down to your hands and knees with your head resting atop your extended arms on the floor. Even the floor felt warmer now than it had before his arrival. “My lord!”
“Hm, not quite as interesting as I was expecting.” He sounded so close, almost as if he was directly above you. “But not altogether unpleasant.”
Your skin began to tingle from the contrast in temperature. Hot and cold. Internally, you still felt like you were freezing but externally his presence had warmed everything to such a degree it felt like you might melt. Lightly, it felt like just the tips of his fingers, began to trial down your exposed spine, like he was counting vertebrae. Again, your bottom lip felt the sting of your teeth as your mind reeled at not only meeting but being touched by your god. The same god whose likeness you had thought of in some not so holy ways.
“Is it still too bright?”
“P-Pardon?”
“I understand that my presence tends to be overwhelming for human eyes, shall I dim myself?” He answered his own question, as the harsh biting against your eyelids seemed to lessen and instead of a sun his presence looked more like a group of brightly lit candles. It hurt still, but you were finally able to open your eyes. You wanted to look at him, wanted to take the blindfold off and gaze upon his glory but you kept your head down, afraid of the consequences of doing so. “Thank you for your consideration, my lord.”
“Still so polite,” his dry chuckle was like velvet in your ears. You shivered, but not from fear or temperature; you wanted to hear him speak more. The pleasing thought of having him order you around floated about in your mind. Warm, overly warm, fingers gripped your chin roughly and had you look up at the veiled view of his face. “I like how you’ve thought about me a lot better than the way you’re speaking to me now.”
Your heart hiccupped. Your thoughts of him!? You could feel the color drain from your face. All the unsavory thoughts you had about his image filtered through your mind at once. The few times you had touched yourself had also been to ideas of him. Would he kill you now for your blasphemous behavior? Was he aware of all of them? That rich chuckle continued to fill your ears, much more amused this time, and he turned your head from side to side as if in assessment of a product at the market. “Don’t be so nervous, child. You act like I’m going to burn you alive.”
You were pretty sure he might.
There were no details, but from his outline it seemed like the statue was rather accurate. His hair was long, spiked, and wild like the mane of a lion; his shoulders broad and perfectly set. He barely had a hold on your chin but the bits of his fingers you could feel felt strong, large, and overly warm. The high priest had told you not to look at him but maybe? Just a peek? “Can I remove the-“
“Do you want to go blind?”
“What?”
“Do you think you can stare directly at the sun without repercussions? You’ll go blind if you look at me with your naked eye.”
“Oh,” you pressed your lips together, your cheeks red with embarrassment. “Right, yes, that makes sense.”
“Eager to see your god, are we?”
You wanted to nod but refrained and he let go of your chin. “You haven’t finished the elixir yet.” He said it as a statement of fact and let out a sigh that sounded exasperated. The blood in your veins rushed at a dizzying pace and you felt panic begin to rise in your throat. Had you displeased him? Would he leave because of it? Anything but that.
“I hadn’t realized the time, please forgive-“ Wet warm lips pressed against yours midsentence. It was intense and hot, so very hot. One of his large hands grabbed the back of your head roughly, forcing you to tilt your head back and he tugged on the braid. The surprise made you flinch, and your mouth opened slightly, but it was enough for him. He began to force a liquid into your mouth from his. It was different from the others; it had a sweet taste to it that sat heavy in your center. The warmth of his lips felt like it might burn, but the cool of the liquid soothed it almost immediately. The contrast made you moan, and his tongue began to enter your mouth.
Your eyes squeezed shut and you began to feel turned on as his tongue caressed and pulled at your own. Were you allowed to kiss back? How was this supposed to work? Another noise escaped you as his tongue scraped against the roof of your mouth, slowly and with intent. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to calm down. He pulled away slowly, allowing his tongue to linger against yours in the space between you. The sun god chuckled once again, “That face is rather enticing.”
If only you could see what face it was. His touch left you and the warmth of his being began to dissipate. “Resting for so long can be quite boring,” he began, his voice sounded like it was back at the throne. When you opened your eyes you could see the light of his being further back, it seemed as if he was sitting on the golden décor. It almost looked like he was slouched, with one hand against the arm rest and his head on his fist, but that was just your assumption. You had no way of seeing the details of his form. “So, while we wait for the elixir to kick in, entertain me.”
Entertain? How? Should you ask? What if that angered him? He didn’t seem like the patient sort. You heard a sound similar to liquid filling a basin and saw him shift as it looked like he may be drinking. Your heart pounded in your ears in time with the beat of the drums that boom from below. Oh, was that it? At this point in the evening, for the festival, everyone would be dancing. Is that what he wanted? The dance was created for his worship, after all.
You stood on nervous legs, your hands still bound, and listened patiently to the beat. When you felt you had a good enough idea of the rhythm you began the dance. It was fast, continuously moving, with moves similar to dodging attacks in a spar. When the drum paused you twisted your spine and bent backward, almost hitting the sacrificial table behind you, and stretch your arms up behind your head to touch the cool marble. The stretch made you feel exposed. Your neck, abdomen, and legs were on full display. As the pause remained, so did your position. It was difficult, but the dance seemed to warm you up. You felt the flush travel across your body, and you began to feel rather thirsty. You resumed at the same time as the drums.
Everything seemed to disappear as the song continued. Your muscles began to loosen, your tension nonexistent, you completely forgot where you were or why you were even dancing in the first place. It was like you were hypnotized to follow the music. One foot out in front and the other behind, your hands pushed out in front almost like you were begging. Everything felt warm now, your breathing was labored from exertion. Much to your embarrassment, even your core felt a bit sticky. Your hair began to frame your face and you barely registered that the braid had come loose. “Keep dancing,” came his silken command. So, you did.
His approach was harder to feel this time, the difference in temperature not quite as stark, but when his hand caressed the side of your neck you gasped at the excess heat. “I didn’t say you could stop.”
Right, more dancing.
One of his hands remained at your neck, curling around it like a collar and restricting your movements. You couldn’t move away from him without feeling choked. His other hand slid down the length of your swaying curves, from the tops of your covered breasts to the dip of your hips where the white ribbon was tied. The heat was almost sweltering and the ache in your sex began to grow. He tugged and the silk around your waist began to slip away, creating static as it fell from your flesh.
You couldn’t help but stop, your senses now fully focused on your naked lower half. Without the cloth your arousal was even more obvious, its evidence sticking to your thighs. “I don’t like to repeat myself,” he growled so close to your ear. A shiver wracked your form, and you did your best to start moving again, but his hand inching toward your center made you lose your rhythm and your movements became awkward. His hot tongue began to lick a stripe along the red silk wrapped around your collar bone. His warm fingers began to stroke the plush flesh of your mound. A fresh wave of slick began to coat your labia.
“Mm,” you pressed your lips together. You felt like you were on fire. “My lord, please,” you whispered, not entirely sure what you were asking for.
“Tsk, you know my name. Say it.”
He was giving you permission to call him by name? His fingers trailed down and began to stroke the naked flesh of your sex. The amount of wetness made the sounds of his fingers vulgar as he moved them back and forth against the sensitive skin. Your head fell back, and you gasped, his warm fingers immediately zeroing in on your clit. The heat was overwhelming, adding extra stimulation to your already pulsing bud. Your core began to clench, and your hips reflexively bucked toward his hand. “Go on,” he chided. “Say the name of your god, tell him how badly you want him to finger you.”
Your vagina pulsed at the thought. Saying his real name was taboo in the temple, but he was giving you permission. It was impossible to think, his fingers sped up their assault. Only incoherent noises left your throat as your knees began to buckle. How were you this close already? The hand that was around your neck squeezed teasingly, cutting off your air flow temporarily, before moving down to support your lower back as your legs threatened to give out. Instinctively you reached out and tried to use his arm for support before immediately pulling your hands back. They burned, like you had touched a hot stove.
“Do not try to touch him, only he can initiate contact.” The high priest’s words rang out in your mind.
“Weren’t you warned pet?” His head leaned down to your burnt hands, his fingers not ceasing, and he licked along your palms as if to soothe them. The mixture of pain and pleasure only brought you closer to the edge and you began to buck your hips in earnest. Your pleasured noises began to grow into full moans as you approached your peak.
Quickly, without warning, he removed his fingers from your clit and unceremoniously thrust two inside of your entrance. It burned, the heat and the pain of the stretch, but it brought you over the edge anyway. He hadn’t even had to move his fingers and you were already clenching down on them. Tears welled in your eyes behind the blindfold, and you called out, “Ahh, Madara!”
“How cute,” he announced, his voice a note or two deeper, the arm that was supporting you was trembling. “So eager that you came just from having my fingers inside you?”
Madara began to move his fingers, slow and deliberate, making sure to scrape them against your walls and ensuring that pain accompanied the pleasure. He moved his mouth to your neck and tugged at the red ribbon, untying it with his teeth and exposing the rest of your body to his gaze. He began to scissor your entrance and you felt the tightness in your gut return. “Such a naughty human, touching yourself to the thought of your god. Did you think I wasn’t watching? Did you think I wouldn’t know?”
You felt like you were burning, and you heard the juices of your arousal splash against your skin. His thick fingers began to thrust quickly, and he brought his palm up to rub at your sensitive clit. A whine left your throat. He continued his verbal assault. “I watched you each and every time you called out to me with lust. I saw the way your greedy pussy swallowed one, then two, even three of your own fingers. But it was never enough, was it? You needed something else, needed these fingers to fill you.” He added a third finger and you had never felt so full. A cry of his name left your lips again and that rich chuckle of his vibrated through you. “Well how is it? Now that you have the real thing, is it satisfactory? Are you still feeling greedy?”
“It’s good,” you slurred in a drawn-out moan. His fingers began to push at your walls in opposing directions and you thought you might drool. “So so good.”
“Only good? Well, I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”
All three fingers curled at once and began to press on a specific part of your walls. Your breathing stopped, your body convulsed, your toes curled, and your vagina clenched like your life depended on it. His palm pressed hard against your abused bundle of nerves, and you came yet again. But this one was different, more intense, almost painful as it washed over every part of your being. You felt dizzy before you remembered to breathe. His hand kept moving but you were at your wits end. “Too much, ah,” you wanted to grab a hold of his arm but barely registered you would get burned again if you did. Your sex throbbed painfully. “Please lord Madara,” you pleaded. “It’s too much.”
The sun god removed his fingers slowly but made sure to keep supporting you. You watched as the vague light of his being seemed to lick a trail from his own palm down his arm and he moaned deeply as he followed the trail back up to his palm. He moved his hand away from his own mouth and brought his fingers to your lips. “Suck,” he commanded.
Your tongue poked out of your mouth shyly and you wrapped it around the three fingers hesitantly. A grunt left your throat as you tasted yourself on his digits. He shoved the three of them into your mouth, not willing to give you the chance to continue to do as you pleased. Obediently, you sucked. The heat from his fingers almost felt like they would burn your mouth too. Again, you wondered what he looked like in full detail. You gently scraped your teeth against the three digits. “Good pet,” he muttered and pressed the pads of his fingers down on your tongue. “Now, lay down on that table. I’m going to take my sacrifice.”
Madara removed his fingers and let go of you entirely. You stumbled, almost fell to your knees again as your support disappeared. Thanks to the light of his being you were able to see the shadows that made up the cold marble of said sacrificial table. As much as you tried to make your crawl a top it look sexy, you fumbled a few times. It was rather high, making it difficult to crawl onto, but your inability to be graceful didn’t seem to deter him as he was atop you the moment you fully laid down.
The sun god’s scorching lips graced yours once more and this time you tried to meet his tongue stroke for stroke. His impossibly warm palms enveloped your breasts and began to mold them to his liking, almost as if he was trying to change their shape to his hands. For the first time you felt his entire body as it pressed against you. His muscles were firm as they met your squishy flesh and the hardness of his arousal rubbed against your belly in interest. It leaked with precum and the thought of that being your doing gave you butterflies. Slowly he pulled away, he seemed to sit up for a second as you heard the sounds of a glass bottle opening. His own breathing sounded labored, but it paused as he began to gulp down whatever he had opened.
When he was seemingly satisfied, he pressed his lips to yours again, and much like the first kiss, forced the liquid down your throat. Some of it dribbled down the side of your mouth, being too much to swallow all at once, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he continued to aggressively explore your mouth. What surprised you was when he began to pour out the chilled liquid onto your overheated sex. Your back arched, the contrast in temperatures a shock to your system.
He threw the glass bottle away and it broke against the flooring with a loud crash. His thick fingers began to coat themselves in the fluid and started to scoop it into you. You groaned into his mouth. Madara kept pushing it in, forcing it as deep inside of you as his fingers would allow. It felt odd, his hands and your body heat slowly warmed the liquid as he pushed it inside. The god pulled away from the kiss with a loud breath. “No more games,” he announced and pulled his fingers away.
The sound of his slick fingers against his own flesh made you shiver. You wished you could see it, him fisting himself atop you. What a gorgeous sight that would be, it was almost worth the risk of going blind. Almost. He lined himself up with your entrance, one hand holding your tied wrists above your head and the other holding him in place. His tip felt large as it twitched impatiently against your hole. Anticipation made you hold your breath.
“I’m going to ruin you.”
He thrust in and your jaw dropped. Big, he was so big. You felt overstuffed, like there were six of his large fingers shoved inside. Madara pushed forward more, your walls spasming around the intrusion. He was too big; it was too much. You felt like you were going to break, like he’d split you in half. More of his shaft entered you and he groaned, his guiding hand now reaching up to grip your hip and push you further onto him. It felt like he had knocked the wind out of you as the tip of his penis hit your cervix. Surely that was it, he couldn’t go any further. “Pretty little thing, so fucked out already and I’ve barely even started,” he chuckled, his words strained. He brought the hand that was holding your wrists down to wipe your chin of drool that you hadn’t even realized was there. “You’re so wet,” he grunted and pulled his hips back before snapping them forward quickly. You grunted, the drag of his dick the best thing you had ever felt. “Behave and I might just reward you.”
He began to thrust in earnest, the mushroom head hitting against your cervix with each thrust in, like it was trying to bury itself deeper inside of you. Your back bowed and he forced your hips to meet his. You brought your hands up and began to grip at the edge of the marble table. Your white-knuckled grip the only thing keeping you grounded. He brought his unoccupied hand down to your left breast and began to thumb the nipple in time with his thrusts. The shlick shlick shlick sound of each drag against your insides made your toes curl once again. You felt the heavy weight of his balls hit against your perineum and the slick that was pushed out with every thrust leaked down onto the stone beneath.
The sun god was more vocal than you had expected, grunting with effort, and groaning when you clenched particularly hard around him. You licked your lips, your mouth felt dry from hanging open for so long. Your guts began to twist in knots again and you knew you would cum soon. In a rush of bravery, you brought your legs up and attempted to wrap them around his waist. Immediately, your flesh began to burn, and you set them back down. “What did I tell you?” He sounded strained and he moved his second hand to your other hip. “Behave.”
“I can’t-“ you cut yourself off with a moan, his shaft scraping just right against your g-spot and causing your climax to begin again. He hissed and you felt his hair tickle your stomach as he leaned forward and his grip on your hips tightened. You hoped he’d leave bruises.
“Fuck,” he sounded depraved, and you bit your bottom lip hard. His hips continued to push into you. “Your walls are trying so hard to milk me, is that what you want? Hm? You want me to breed you?”
“Uhn,” you couldn’t help but nod vigorously. Your mind so warped with pleasure that you’d do anything he asked. “Oh, Madara,” you groaned and bucked your hips against his grip.
“You want to carry my bastard,” his voice thick with arousal. His large hands pulled you further down on the table and he put both of your legs up around his shoulders. “Everyone will know it’s mine. They’ll all see your rounded belly and know that it’s the seed of their god growing inside of you.”
The new angle was intense, he bore heavily down onto your cervix with every thrust. He pushed your legs forward, putting them up by your shoulders, almost folding you in half, and pushed into your womb. You screamed. It was too much, an intense mix of pain and pleasure that had your nerves confused. “Feel me reach the deepest parts of you,” he grunted. Madara grabbed your tied wrists and brought your hand down to your folded stomach. He made your hands press against your lower belly where you felt the outline of him inside of you. The extra pressure added more feeling and you whined. “I’m going to fill that pretty little womb of yours.”
His thrusts quickened, becoming bruising and focused. You kept your hand where he placed it and felt his bulge as it moved in and out of you. Your head moved back and through your lust filled haze you noticed that the edges of the blindfold had loosened. If you moved a bit more maybe it would come off? Madara moved one of his hands inward and began to stroke at your clit quickly. His pace becoming uneven as his breathing sped up. “You were fucking made for this,” he groaned out. “Made to take me, to be folded in half and fucked stupid.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried out and moved your head to the side. The silk slipped off of your eyes and you kept them closed as you tried to ignore the need to look at him. He felt so good, so brutal. Your clit throbbed and your core clenched for the fourth time. This was it, the most intense orgasm you’d have possibly ever. You wanted to look at him, to gaze upon his glorious face as you came undone. “Madara, please,” you began, your voice keening at the end. “Look at me.”
You opened your eyes just in time to see him look into yours. He was gorgeous, his dark hair wild and strung about him in a halo of black, his naked flesh flushed pink with exertion, his eyes so dark they looked like they would swallow you whole. His muscles rippled as he fucked you open, the lines under his eyes crinkling as his lips tightened in a smirk. Madara whispered your name and gave one more strong thrust before you squeezed your eyes tight in ecstasy. “Such a bad girl,” he taunted.
This orgasm was unlike any other before, your entire being felt tingly and a different kind of pressure built in your sex. When that pressure released a large burst of clear liquid gushed from you and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your legs shook, your walls trembled, and you barely heard Madara’s own grunt of release as he poured his molten semen into your womb. Your everything trembled and you felt like you might melt into the table below you. Your vision went from white to black and you felt your consciousness begin to fade.
“You may rest for now,” his voice sounded so distant in your mind. “We’ll resume shortly.”
When you woke next, you felt so disoriented. Your eyes were open, but everything was hazy, you felt like you were sitting on something hard but comfortable and you lifted your head to try and see where you were. “It took you long enough, pet,” came Madara’s silky voice from behind you. His chest pressed to your back and his arms pressed you further against him. “We still have three more nights of fun to get to.”
A/N: Again, this amazing art contribution was made by the one and only @skydaddy01 please go check them out and send them a huge thank you from me! Madara looks incredible, doesn't he? Uhg I can't stop looking at this art.
Part Two
Hashirama||Tobirama
Season 2
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THE YEAR ENDED clear and cold, with a small, brilliant moon that rose high in the violet-black vault of the sky, and flooded the coves and trails of the mountainside with light. A good thing, as people came from all over the Ridge—and some, even farther—to keep Hogmanay at “the Big House.” The men had cleared the new barn and raked the floor clean for the dancing. Jigs and reels and strathspeys—and a number of other dances for which I didn’t know the names, but they looked like fun—were executed under the light of bear-oil lanterns, accompanied by the music of Evan Lindsay’s scratchy fiddle and the squeal of his brother Murdo’s wooden flute, punctuated by the heartbeat thump of Kenny’s bodhran. Thurlo Guthrie’s ancient father had brought his pipes, too—a set of small uilleann pipes that looked nearly as decrepit as did Mr. Guthrie, but produced a sweet drone. The melody of his chanter sometimes agreed with the Lindsays’ notion of a particular tune, and sometimes didn’t, but the overall effect was cheerful, and sufficient whisky and beer had been taken by this point in the festivities that no one minded in the least. After an hour or two of the dancing, I privately decided that I understood why the word “reel” had come to indicate drunkenness; even performed without preliminary lubrication, the dance was enough to make one dizzy. Done under the influence of whisky, it made all the blood in my head whirl round like the water in a washing machine. I staggered off at the end of one such dance, leaned against one of the barn’s uprights, and closed one eye, in hopes of stopping the spinning sensation. A nudge on my blind side caused me to open that eye, revealing Jamie, holding two brimming cups of something. Hot and thirsty as I was, I didn’t mind what it was, so long as it was wet. Fortunately it was cider, and I gulped it. “Drink it like that, and ye’ll founder, Sassenach,” he said, disposing of his own cider in precisely similar fashion. He was flushed and sweating from the dancing, but his eyes sparkled as he grinned at me. “Piffle,” I said. With a bit of cider as ballast, the room had quit spinning, and I felt cheerful, if hot. “How many people are in here, do you think?” “Sixty-eight, last time I counted.” He leaned back beside me, viewing the milling throng with an expression of deep content. “They come in and out, though, so I canna be quite sure. And I didna count the weans,” he added, moving slightly to avoid collision as a trio of small boys caromed through the crowd and shot past us, giggling. Heaps of fresh hay were stacked in the shadows at the sides of the barn; the small bodies of children too wee to stay awake were draped and curled among them like so many barn kittens. The flicker of lantern light caught a gleam of silky red-gold; Jemmy was sound asleep in his blanket, happily lulled by the racket. I saw Bree come out of the dancing and lay her hand briefly on him to check, then turn back. Roger put out a hand to her, dark and smiling, and she took it, laughing as they whirled back into the stamping mass.
Hogmanay ~The fiery cross
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27 club part 2 ☆
Gary Thaine 1948-1975 (Uriah Heep)
he became a member of the band "The Secrets", which eventually dissolved in 1966. Later, Thain was part of the rock trio The New Nadir, and with the drummer Peter Dawkins, he traveled from New Zealand to London, and once jammed with Jimi Hendrix before the trio split in 1969. Thain joined the Keef Hartley Band, performing at Woodstock in 1969 and, in 1971, they toured with Uriah Heep.
Alan Wilson (Blind Owl) 1943-1970
The "rural hippie anthem" became the unofficial theme song for the Woodstock Festival where Canned Heat performed at sunset on August 16, 1969. Although Canned Heat's live performance was cut from the original theatrical release of the Woodstock film, they were featured in the 25th anniversary "Director's Cut."
Leslie Harvey 1944-1972 (Stone the Crows)
In 1969, Harvey joined Scottish band Cartoone to record some tracks for their second album. He also accompanied Cartoone on their live tour of the United States supporting Led Zeppelin. Harvey was a co-founder of Stone the Crows in late 1969. While on stage with Stone the Crows at Swansea Top Rank in 1972, he was electrocuted when he touched a microphone that was not earthed while the fingers of his other hand were holding the strings of his guitar.
Ron “Pigpen” McKernan 1945-1973 (Grateful Dead)
He founded the Grateful Dead band, who he played for between 1965 and 1972. McKernan was close friends with American singer-songwriter Janis Joplin due to common musical influences and lifestyles, particularly a shared love of alcohol over other drugs. While his bandmates and friends were using cannabis, LSD, and other hallucinogenic drugs, McKernan preferred alcoholic beverages. friends and band biographers have described McKernan as a quiet, kind, and introspective person. Hart later said "Pigpen was the musician in the Grateful Dead." Kreutzmann said McKernan was "the sweetest guy anybody had ever met."
Dave Alexander 1947-1975 (The Stooges)
The Stooges’ founding bassist Dave “Zander” Alexander had the reputation of being a loose cannon before the group even came together: He dropped out of high school 45 minutes into his senior year to win a bet, and he and Stooges guitarist Ron Asheton once traveled to England with hopes of running into the Beatles. Alexander was fired from the band in August 1970 after showing up at the Goose Lake International Music Festival too drunk to play.
#the stooges#grateful dead#Stone the Crows#dave alexander#Ron McKernan#alan wilson#Leslie harvey#led zeppelin#woodstock#the beatles#Gary Thaine#uriah heep#vintage#50s 60s 70s
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Sparkle (1976)
In 1959, three young women in Detroit’s Brewster-Douglass Housing Projects came together to form a musical trio. Sixteen-year-old Florence Ballard first convinced her best friend, Mary Wilson, fifteen, to join the group; Wilson then recruited Diana Ross, also fifteen, to join. On weekday evenings and weekends, the Primettes (the “sister group” to the Primes, later known as the Temptations) performed at local clubs and talent shows across Detroit, often covering hits from the Drifters and Ray Charles. The Primettes became a local sensation, winning a competition at the 1960 International Freedom Festival, and attracting the attention of Motown founder and executive Berry Gordy. Gordy signed the Primettes to a contract in early 1961, on stipulation they change their name. They became the Supremes.
One decade later in American cinema, the major Hollywood studios began experimenting with and quickly realized the box office appeal of blaxploitation. Blaxploitation is a type of exploitation film that features heavily – if not entirely – black casts and narratives, often aimed at an urban African-American audience. Generally, the subgenre concurrently provided a valuable avenue for black representation in Hollywood (on- and off-camera) and narratives concerning the community, all while upholding damaging white stereotypes about black people (i.e., violence, substance abuse, the hypersexualization of black women and highly polarized sexualization of black men with little in-between, etc.).
Released by Warner Bros., Sam O’Steen’s Sparkle, takes inspiration from the history of the original members of the Supremes. Sparkle arrived long after the breakup of the original Supremes (Ross departed in 1970; Ballard in 1967, but passed away two months before Sparkle’s release) and before the 1981 Broadway debut of Dreamgirls (which has a narrative with the same inspiration and story arc). Likewise, the film made its theatrical debut at a moment when blaxploitation was undoubtedly in decline. Repeated criticism from the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP), the decision of some of the subgenre’s stars to pursue interests elsewhere, and impatience for blaxploitation’s typical low production values all contributed to that drop-off. Sparkle carries elements of blaxploitation (as do many films centered on African-American characters), but, despite its myriad of flaws, it represents a glimpse of the future of black American cinema.
It is 1958 in Harlem, New York City. The Williams sisters – youngest Sparkle (Cara; the obvious Diana Ross analogue), middle sister Delores (Dwan Smith), and eldest Sister (Lonette McKee; whose character starts out as the lead singer) – and friends Stix (Philip Michael Thomas) and Levi (Dorian Harewood) decide to take their church singing experience to form a musical quintet. The sisters’ mother, Effie (Mary Alice), works long hours as a maid, and has little time to tend to her children. Without much consideration other than requesting promises that the Williams daughters’ schoolwork remains their priority, she lends her blessing to their idea. Dubbing themselves the Hearts, a successful showing at a local talent competition has everyone imagining how they might have a future as professional musicians. Both young men drop out of the group – Levi so that he can take a job with a gangster named Satin (Tony King); Stix becomes the now-trio’s manager and co-composer. The trio, now known as Sister and the Sisters (I would have kept the original name), soon become the headline act at the sordid Shan-Doo Club. There, the malicious intentions of others and unfortunate incidents will challenge the fabric of the group and the bonds of sisterhood between Sparkle, Delores, and Sister.
At a brisk ninety-eight minutes, Sparkle wants to balance the narratives for Sparkle, Delores, and Sister as much as it can. But Joel Schumacher’s (1978’s The Wiz, 2004’s The Phantom of the Opera) screenplay and Howard Rosenman’s (1991’s Father of the Bride, 2017’s Call Me By Your Name) story serves no one particularly well. Given that the film is named after the youngest of the Williams sisters, it makes sense that Sparkle receives the most attention. However, the pedestrian dialogue – especially in the most heightened romantic and violent moments of the films – provides Irene Cara little to work with. And if the ostensible lead actress is ill-served by the screenplay, the situation is worse for everyone else. Sparkle’s storyline – despite a worthy message of how she cannot depend entirely on others to find happiness or success – lurches from one cliché to another, the typical rags-to-riches story executed more interestingly in scores of films that came before and after this.
The connections to Delores and Sister’s stories are likewise poorly handled and edited, with transitions too abrupt for any sort of reflection about the scene prior. We learn about Dolores’ interest in joining the civil rights movement, but this character detail has no depth despite its centrality to a crucial plot point. Sister’s eventual drug abuse and domestic (and potentially, sexual) abuse from her partner is entirely one-dimensional – as if lifted from a shabby blaxploitation film with even less regard for its characters. Her fate feels preordained from the moment we learn of her quandary. Sister’s part in Sparkle is sensationalistic, torturing her and her loving sisters almost for the sake of it.
I can understand how the extremely simplified dialogue in Sparkle might be realistic, but the screenplay is also devoid of geographic, historical, and racial vernacular that places the audience firmly in the film’s setting. Rarely did I ever feel that this was a film set in Harlem, let alone New York City in the late 1950s. New York City – and Harlem moreso than most neighborhoods – is itself a character in many films set in the Big Apple. Bruce Surtees’ (1971’s The Beguiled, 1984’s Beverly Hills Cop) anonymous cinematography also undermines this aspect of the film. The lack of variety beyond Surtees’ medium and medium-close shots renders Sparkle a tedious watch. The film never suggests the claustrophobia that many contemporary independent films rely on to suggest intimacy or entrapment. Nor does the camera pull back far enough to bask in the magnificence of New York City, any of the featured musical venues, or even the bodily movement in some of the sisters’ musical performances.
Surtees’ purported lack of experience in lighting for scenes featuring non-white people also results in all the musical performances – outside of the spotlight beaming towards any of the performers – being surrounded in pitch darkness. In terms of lighting, this is an exceptionally dark movie during those moments, as one can barely make out backgrounds or furniture or even some facial expressions and features because of the poor lighting. It is almost as if Surtees wanted to capture the impression that one experiences when coming into a dimly lit room after exiting a daytime exterior. One’s eyes have not adjusted to the darkness, so the interior seems darker than it is. The only problem is that Surtees never adjusts, and it is not clear what purpose this serves emotionally, narratively, or even atmospherically (because almost all other interior scenes in Sparkle are also underlit, just not as intensely as the musical scenes). Your experience in watching Sparkle may vary depending on the quality of the print you watch, largely due to the poor cinematography and lighting that makes certain formats and editions unwatchable. This write-up is based on the print made available for broadcast on Turner Classic Movies (TCM).
The composer for Sparkle, Curtis Mayfield, was an innovator in soul music and 1960s R&B. Mayfield, one of the original members of the Impressions (whose original lead singer was Jerry Butler; “For Your Precious Love”, “People Get Ready”), left the group in 1970 for a solo career. His filmography, though not lengthy, nevertheless included one of the most popular blaxploitation films of all in Super Fly (1972). Part of Mayfield’s reasoning for leaving the Impressions was to find the freedom to integrate his music with a social consciousness (as one can hear in the Impressions’ “People Get Ready” and the songs in Super Fly). But for a project like Sparkle, Mayfield would have to find a way to replicate the Motown sound, style, and lyrics of early ‘60s girl groups. He may not have been the ideal candidate for this mode of R&B and soul (and one can hear it in this film at times as a handful of the songs pass too long without a quotation of the chorus), but Mayfield produces an always-listenable score and set of songs for Sparkle.
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The Hearts’ debut number, “Jump”, has minimal instrumentation: percussion and select stabs of brass. It is a basic start, acted wonderfully by the quintet by showcasing the initial awkwardness that only begins to truly groove about a minute in. The boys, Stix and Levi, are obviously vestigial to the performance because neither sings, both only half-clumsily (look at 1:23 in the provided video) adding to the choreography. It works in the narrative context of the film. Once the Hearts become Sister and the Sisters, then the performances garner more musical interest. “Hooked On Your Love”, the group’s debut performance at the Shan-Doo Club, might be the most Supremes-like song in the soundtrack. From the choreography that just evokes the grainy videos one might find on YouTube of early ‘60s girl groups, the era-appropriate vocal ornamentations, and the fact that all three actresses (especially) Cara are having a blast performing, “Hooked On Your Love” is just a knockout of period musical goodness. I just wish the camera drew back a little longer so we could see all three sisters for longer stretches of time (and again, pity about the lighting). Cross-cut with images of Sister’s relationship and personal troubles, “Giving Him Something He Can Feel” is a wonderful mid-film number, for the same reasons as “Hooked On Your Love” works musically. Here, however, there is more narrative and visual interest. Its placement and the editing here – see those wary glances from their mother towards the disreputable crowd during the performance – is the film’s Rubicon crossing.
With such a great slate of songs, what a shame it is that none of the film’s original performances are available in soundtrack form. Instead, Aretha Franklin is the sole performer on the soundtrack, as she covers all the songs. No disrespect to Aretha (in my book, at least in the top five of vocalists in any genre during the last century), but the original performers deserved more respect in a commercial release of the film’s soundtrack. As it is, the original in-film performances are easily searchable, so one can enjoy the movie and the soundtrack versions and appreciate the artistry of Aretha, as well as that of Irene Cara, Lonette McKee, and Dwan Smith.
A year after appearing in Aaron Loves Angela (1975), Irene Cara had now starred in two major studio production a year apart. Neither film was a box office success – Sparkle’s box office records remain unknown, so I am going off educated guesses from a variety of sources – but this was still a point of pride for Cara to achieve so much just as she turned seventeen years old. Her best-known accomplishments in acting and singing in Fame (1980) and her Academy Award win for the title song to Flashdance (1983) would not be far off. Lonette McKee, in her film debut, would carve out a stable career through the 1970s and ‘80s, with appearances in Francis Ford Coppola’s The Cotton Club (1984) and Walter Hill’s Brewster’s Millions (1985). Dwan Smith has largely faded from the public eye since Sparkle.
As one of the late Whitney Houston’s favorite films, Sparkle was remade in 2012 starring American Idol winner Jordin Sparks, Carmen Ejogo, and Tika Sumpter as the sisters and Houston as their imperious evangelical mother. 2012’s Sparkle was Houston’s final film, and has been almost universally compared unfavorably to the original. Sparkle has, over the years, become a cult favorite among African-American audiences. Curtis Mayfield’s songs and associated performances, alongside a sincere (if incomplete and poorly photographed) depiction of black life in New York City were more than enough to help the film achieve that status. My reservations aside, the original Sparkle deserves that chance for audience reevaluation.
My rating: 5/10
^ Based on my personal imdb rating. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog. Half-points are always rounded down.
For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.
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GUESS WHO IS BACK FOR ANOTHER YEAR?
Are you interested in the dynamics between the trio that started S and bond that outlasted years, oceans, and drastic life changes?
Do you believe Kojiro and Kaoru know the real Adam behind the mask, the front, and the violence just as Tadashi did?
Do you believe in the friendship (or more) they once had and could one day repair?
Do you just want to explore how it all went wrong?
Do you want to write about the evolution of S itself over the years?
Are you tired of how often Kojiro/Joe gets left out or reduced to solely existing to be pining and jealous (or, conversely, Ainsouke/Adam reduced to a chess piece to keep Matchablossom apart, trauma for Cherry, and someone who everyone always knew was bad news) when people do focus on this trio?
Do you wish that, just once, a “ship” week arose from or promoted the bonds of friendship as heavily as the bonds of romance?
Do you just find these three the best characters in Sk8 the infinity and want an excuse to write them?
I HAVE GREAT NEWS FOR YOU!
S Founder Trio Festival 2022
June 11th-18th
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Prompts will be announced May 11th to give time for suggestions.
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GUESS WHO IS BACK FOR ANOTHER YEAR?
Are you interested in the dynamics between the trio that started S and bond that outlasted years, oceans, and drastic life changes?
Do you believe Kojiro and Kaoru know the real Adam behind the mask, the front, and the violence just as Tadashi did?
Do you believe in the friendship (or more) they once had and could one day repair?
Do you just want to explore how it all went wrong?
Do you want to write about the evolution of S itself over the years?
Are you tired of how often Kojiro/Joe gets left out or reduced to solely existing to be pining and jealous (or, conversely, Ainsouke/Adam reduced to a chess piece to keep Matchablossom apart, trauma for Cherry, and someone who everyone always knew was bad news) when people do focus on this trio?
Do you wish that, just once, a “ship” week arose from or promoted the bonds of friendship as heavily as the bonds of romance?
Do you just find these three the best characters in Sk8 the infinity and want an excuse to write them?
I HAVE GREAT NEWS FOR YOU!
S Founder Trio Festival 2022
June 11th-18th
Like or reblog to show your interest, and start sending in prompts!
Prompts will be announced May 11th to give time for suggestions.
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12/29/23 :: Club Nowhere @ Holocene :: 1001 SE Morrison Street, Portland OR
d’Adhemar (Honcho, PGH)
Brought up in the heyday of DC’s robust rave scene, George developed his chops at Yoshitoshi and as co-founder of the left-field electronic night, FILLER. His eclectic sets reflect his varied influences and serve-up weirdo robo-disco, chonky house, and dark room techno. George is a member of Honcho, a queer DJ trio and a resident party at the infamous Hot Mass club in Pittsburgh. He also co-produces the annual Honcho Campout festival - a tight knit queer blitz of the Pennsylvania forest that has become a pinnacle event of queer underground USA.
Keenan Orr (DC)
Keenan Orr has been DJing in Washington DC’s underground dance parties and clubs since the ’90s, including Buzz (DC) at Nation, Red, and Club Five. He has also landed residencies at a number of clubs around the city, including Marvin and Eighteenth Street Lounge. He co-created SLEAZE, DC’s monthly party, blending the darker sides of disco with forward-thinking techno. Over the past year, he has performed for promoters in The States, Canada and Mexico, as well as overseas, in London, Reykjavik and Berlin. Keenan, a former host on XM Satellite Radio, has also been invited to perform on Red Bull Radio, Rinse Radio, and The Lot Radio.
Local Support: Stormy Roxx Hosts: Sissy Ada, Cody James, Brody & Chai Club Nowhere creates spaces for dance, expression & love by seamlessly merging art & music into a multi-sensory experience. Showcasing iconic queer musicians & performers, this is a haven for the freaks, the curious, the allied & any-BODY to unite in euphoria on the dance floor. We have cultivated a community driven by a profound love for dance music by featuring highly acclaimed DJs on Holocene’s custom Danley Sound System. Club Nowhere immerses you in the queer underground with mind-bending mixes, gag-worthy drag performances and irresistible gogo’s. This convergence of art, music, lasers, & fog allows the expected potential to lose your-self, shirt, keys & wallet (clothing check available)
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Celebrate Our Differences and Commonalities at the Multicultural Parade and Festival October 7
Multiculturalism is the presence of, or support for the presence of, several distinct cultural or ethnic groups within a society, according to the New Oxford American Dictionary. While Hernando County is pretty homogeneous in race, with over three-fourths of its population defined as white, 14% Hispanic, and just under 10% African American. Still, within these broad definitions, we have several distinct cultures, including Greek, Italian, Celtic, Puerto Rican, Columbian, Mexican, and more – all with value to contribute.
Last year, Brooksville Main Street and the Hernando Hispanic Heritage nonprofits worked together to bring the first Multicultural Parade and Festival to Hernando County, celebrating that “we are multicultural but one community.” Over 4,000 people came out to celebrate our unique and collaborative sides.
A parade was held, with many ethnic groups marching, pulling floats, playing music, and sharing the beauty of their heritage with others in this quaint, historic downtown. After the parade, festivalgoers gathered at Hernando Park and enjoyed the newest round of murals being displayed by their artists.
There were food vendors offering a wide variety of distinct cuisines, and live music on the stage of the Brooksville Bandshell.
Celebrate at the Multicultural Parade and Festival October 7
This year, you can kick off Founders’ Week on Saturday, October 7 by attending the second annual Multicultural Parade and Festival, a collaboration between Brooksville Main Street and the Hernando Hispanic Heritage organizations! This year’s Multicultural Parade and Festival is larger and broader than its predecessor, offering food, art, and entertainment from different cultures from around the world for all.
This fun and joyful event combines a parade from Hernando High School to the Brooksville City Hall along Howell Avenue, starting at 11 a.m., with live music and a festival celebrating the many cultures of people living in Hernando County, as well as the unveiling of the newest round of murals, “Dreamscapes” and meet the artists who create them in Hernando Park.
Here's a quick glimpse into the vibrant spirit permeating this one-day event.
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There will be food vendors in the park and food trucks outside the park, offering quite a variety of international food options, including, Mo'Rockin Mediterranean, Spice Corner Indian, Primos Spanish, Chinese, French, and American offerings such as seafood, Philly cheesesteaks, sausage and peppers, southern BBQ, and Smokin’ Oak wood-fired pizza.
Live Music from Around the World
Live African, Celtic, Latin and Stir Up the Gift musicians and singers will be performing. Image from Depositphotos.
Music has often been described as the language that unites us. The Multicultural Parade and Festival features several world music sounds performed live by talented musicians. Bring your lawn chairs down to Hernando Park, sit under the trees, and enjoy sounds that make you want to “boogie down.”
Keemba on da Drums creates rhythmic grooves with an African foundation, Celtic Conundrum is a trio creating Celtic tunes to dance and sing to, Point 6 is Tampa’s finest Latino and Salsa band, and Stir up the Gift local talent agency will be providing live music throughout the festival on the Brooksville Bandshell stage.
Celtic Conundrum is a group of three that not only love hearing each other play and share harmonies; they enjoy each other's company, and it very much comes across on stage. All three bandmates (Gene Martinelli, Brian Seachrist, and Pamela Jo Hatley) have shared a love for music their entire lives. Their talent and passion can be heard in their music, so come on down and witness it for yourself.
Point 6, known as "Tampa's Finest Latin Ensemble" will be bringing the best Salsa, Merengue, Bachata, and Latin rhythm to Hernando Park. Plan to dance and move.
Alex Bounds, a local artist from Brandon is one of the mobile muralists who will be onsite. Image courtesy of Brooksville Main Street.
Meet the Fall 2023 Mobile Mural Project Artists
Alex Bounds, aka iiigod, has been a multimedia artist his whole life, working in digital, music, photography, and modeling. He is based in Bradenton, Florida, and you can check out his work on Instagram or at Gallery 201 at City Hall, where he currently has a collection of portraits on display in the I - Identity exhibit.
Meanwhile, you can meet Alex and see his vision for the Dreamscapes mural to life at the Multicultural Festival.
Joan Manuel Casadiego is another Dreamscapes muralist who will be at the Festival. You may know him by his nickname, “Johan." Joan was born in Venezuela and has been in the US for over 22 years.
One of Joan Manuel Casadiego's art pieces. Image courtesy of Brooksville Main Street.
"Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved art in general. I usually look for new ways to communicate with the viewers, through different styles or elements. I try not to limit myself to only one medium to express my thoughts. My mind is always working and associating shapes on everything I see. This also helps me get more sensitive to the richness of lights and shadows around me. I’m constantly noticing elements that give me ideas to create new compositions," Joan (Johan) says.
Lorena Greer, an artist who was born and raised in Colombia has been based in Florida for four years and is developing her career as a fine artist. Lorena has always been interested in vibrant and colorful paintings that highlight and explore female and natural beauty.
What will Joan and Lorna create for their Dreamscapes murals? Find out on October 7 in Hernando Park.
The Multicultural Festival Celebrates Culture
Who doesn’t love a parade? This short, colorful, lively parade starts at 11 a.m. and is followed by the Festival in Hernando Park. Bring your family down to Brooksville and enjoy the variety of food, drink, art, and music offered. Artisan vendors will have unique items to shop and buy.
Sample several of the ethnic cuisines offered at the Festival. There will be kids' activities and free face painting, as well as food trucks and vendors. See the newest Mobile Murals with a Dreamscapes theme, and meet their creators.
Bring your own chairs and enjoy a picnic with your neighbors and friends and help to celebrate the value of bringing our differences together for the greater good at the Second Annual Multicultural Parade and Festival in Brooksville on October 7, 2023.
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Momentum Satu Dekade, Ubud Village Jazz Festival Kembali Digelar di Tahun 2023
BALIPORTALNEWS.COM, DENPASAR - Co Founder Ubud Village Jazz Festival (UVJF) A A Anom Wijaya Darsana dan Yuri Mahatma mengatakan, di tahun 2023 ini menjadi tahun paling ditunggu-tunggu, merupakan momen satu dekade (sepuluh tahun) pagelaran musik Jazz bertaraf internasional secara resmi akan digelar kembali.
"Seharusnya ini merupakan tahun ke-11, tetapi dengan terpaksa kami meniadakannya (UVJF, red) pada 2020 karena situasi pandemi. Hal yang membedakan dalam satu festival Jazz selalu tetap ada benang merah, konser musik. Hanya saja, misinya adalah bagaimana menciptakan network kepada musisi-musisi untuk lebih go internasional," jelas Yuri Mahatma kepada baliportalnews.com, saat jumpa pers berlangsung, Jumat (21/7/2023).
Dirinya memaparkan, dengan memasuki usia satu dekade dan bertambahnya jumlah pengunjung secara signifikan, UVJF 2023 akan diadakan di lokasi baru, di Sthala Ubud Portofolio by Marriot, pada 28-29 Juli 2023.
“Kami telah mengadakan festival di ARMA selama sembilan tahun, dan jumlah pengunjung terus bertambah, tanpa ada tanda-tanda akan berkurang. Kami ingin mempertahankan festival yang nyaman dan layak dinikmati bagi penonton kami, dan terus mengejutkan mereka dengan pengalaman baru, dan 400 tiket juga sudah laku terjual," ungkap Yuri.
Sementara itu, Klik Swantara, Ketua Tim Arsitek Festival mengungkapkan tahun ini UVJF akan ada 3 stage dalam gelarannya, dengan kapasitas mencapai 1000 orang, dimana tempat sebelumnya hanya mampu menampung kapasistas sebanyak 500 orang.
"Lebih efesien, dan di sthala tidak akan ada macet. Kami berusaha menciptakan suasana bagaikan mimpi, menggabungkan, ruang untuk bisnis kuliner lokal serta perusahaan kecil dari sektor kreatif. Kami ingin menjaring tidak hanya penggemar jazz tetapi juga demografis yang lebih luas," papar Klik.
Perayaan tahun ke-10 UVJF menandai gerakan “Kembali-dengan-Kekuatan-Penuh” pasca lockdown Pandemi. Barisan musisi beragam dan berbakat dari seluruh dunia, segala penjuru nusantara akan berkumpul di acara ini, membawa pecinta musik Jazz dalam perjalanan eksplorasi terbaru.
Sejumlah musisi akan hadir diantaranya, Kevin Hays Trio (AS), merupakan pemenang Grammy Award yang sangat terkenal dan dihormati, juga dengan Pere Bujosa Trio (Spanyol), Henk Kraajeveld Quintet (Belanda), MANNA Trio yang akan tampil bersama legenda bass Indonesia Mates, Rio Moreno Latin Combo (Indonesia), Amanda Lee (Singapura), Wilson Quah (Malaysia-Indonesia), Jeremie Ternoy (Prancis), Yuri Mahatma & Astrid Sulaiman (Indonesia), dan pianis muda dan berbakat Nadine Adriana. (aar/bpn)
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Legends Shooter, Grummett, ‘Starman’ Artist Harris Among Top FAN EXPO Cleveland Creators March 24-26
Artist Alley at FAN EXPO Cleveland will be brimming with talent with today’s announcement of the leading creators attending the event, March 24-26 at Huntington Convention Center of Cleveland. Along with legends like Jim Shooter (Marvel Comics editor-in-chief, founder of Valiant, Defiant and Broadway Comics) and Tom Grummett (artist, “Superman,” “Teen Titans”) and standouts Tony Harris (“Starman,” “Star Wars) and Agnes Garbowska (“DC Super Hero Girls”, “My Little Pony”), fans can meet some of the most talented and influential comics artists and writers across a wide variety of titles and genres all weekend, as well as participate in Q&A’s, interactive demonstration sessions, autographs, commission opportunities and more, making the experience a can’t-miss for comics lovers.
Comics and pop culture fans will notice a strong selection of “Superman” creators as well as themed “Man of Steel” programming, as Cleveland is acknowledged as the “Birthplace of Superman.”
Other special guests attending include John Delaney (“Simpsons,” “Futurama”), Matthew Clark (“Superman,” “Wonder Woman”), Val Mayerik (“Howard the Duck” co-creator), Jim Calafiore (“Exiles,” “Justice League”), Matt Horak (“Spider-Man/Deadpool”), Thom Zahler (“My Little Pony,” “Love and Capes”) and Joe Wos (“WosToons”).
FAN EXPO Cleveland’s deep Artist Alley will also feature Bill Anderson, Jeff Brennan (“The Big Bang Theory,” “Heavy Metal” magazine), Ryan Drost (“Stealth Hammer”), Martin Dunn (Universal Pictures, IDW Publishing), Chris Ehnot (“Half-Elf Ranger,” “Tywin’s Fate”), Ryan Finlay (freelance hand-drawn artist), Michael Gustovich (“Justice Machine,” “Warp!”), Daimon Hampton (UX designer and illustrator), Gus Mauk (“Shi No Kage,” “GI Joe”), Mostafa Moussa (“Batman,” “The Flash”), Ian Chase Nichols (“The Tick,” “Ninja Turtles”), Martin Pierro (“Arthur: The Legend Continues,” “Deep Space Tragedy”), Uko Smith (“FX The Lost Land”), Mark Swan (“A Goofy Movie,” “Monsters on the Run”), Michael Watson (Freestyle Komics), Ken Wheaton (“Futurama,” “I Dream of Jeannie”) and more. The full list is available at https://fanexpohq.com/fanexpocleveland/comic-creators/.
The outstanding creators roster complements the standout FAN EXPO Cleveland celebrity lineup, which includes Christina Ricci (“Wednesday,” Casper), Emily Swallow (“The Mandalorian,” “Supernatural”), Christopher Lloyd (Back to the Future, “Taxi”), Sean Gunn (Guardians of the Galaxy, Avengers: Endgame), Carl Weathers (“The Mandalorian,” Rocky), Peter Weller (RoboCop, The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension), “Star Trek” franchise stalwarts Ethan Peck and Anson Mount, “The Office” trio of Kate Flannery, Oscar Nuñez and Leslie David Baker and the stars of “Trailer Park Boys” Mike Smith, John Paul Tremblay and Robb Wells.
Tickets for FAN EXPO Cleveland are on sale at http://www.fanexpocleveland.com now, including individual single day, 3-day and Ultimate Fan Packages for adults, youths and families. Advance pricing and VIP packages are also available now, with dozens of special benefits including priority entry, limited edition collectibles, exclusive items and much more.
Cleveland is the fifth event on the 2023 FAN EXPO HQ calendar; the full schedule is available at fanexpohq.com/home/events/.
ABOUT FAN EXPO HQ
FAN EXPO HQ is the largest comic con producer in the world. Collectively it hosts nearly 1 million fans annually at FAN EXPO Portland, FAN EXPO New Orleans, FAN EXPO Vancouver™, Toronto Comicon, FAN EXPO Cleveland, MEGACON Orlando, Calgary Comics & Entertainment Expo, FAN EXPO Philadelphia, FAN EXPO Dallas™, FAN EXPO Denver, FAN EXPO Boston™, FAN EXPO Chicago, FAN EXPO Canada™, Edmonton Comics & Entertainment Expo, Dallas FAN FESTIVAL, and FAN EXPO San Francisco. The latest schedule of events is available on the Website, along with up-to-date ticket information. Discover. Celebrate. Belong.
(cover image: Jim Shooter, credit: Gage Skidmore)
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The People of the Amazon - Overview
The hidden Isles of the Amazonians are a popular subject of gossip. Created by Artemis, Apollo and Hestia, it’s a refuge for the former Hunters of Artemis and the Band of Apollo. When people were victimized by the world around them (and especially when it was one Lady Hera they were running from), one of the three Olympians would whisk them away to the hidden islands of the Amazons to live out their lives separated from the rest of Man’s world.
The three main islands are Paradise Island, Prometheus’ Island and Festival - each looked over and patroned by one of three Olympians who protected them.
Paradise Island was created by Artemis for the women of the Amazon. Initially populated by the original Hunters of Artemis, they worship the goddess of the moon and love her fiercely. They are intensely devoted and in the center of their island is a massive temple dedicated to her. Only women inhabit Paradise Island - men and boys may only visit for short periods of time. They’re warriors and fighters, highly valuing sparring as a form of bonding and archery as a show of skill.
Prometheus’ Island is looked over by Apollo for the men of the Amazon. Where the Paradisians are warriors, the Promethians are crafters. Blacksmiths and woodworkers who highly value creating things with their hands, a boy isn’t considered a man until he crafts something completely on his own and offers it to his father. The founders of Prometheus’ Island were a band of boys and men that Apollo took in, mimicking his sister in protecting them from vengeful goddesses taking advantage of innocent men or men victimized by their fellow mortals.
The last of the trio is Festival Island which allowed free roaming for all genders. It was created by Hestia for everyone else that needed protecting but professed to not feeling like either a man or a woman. Aptly named for the myriad of festivals and celebrations dedicated to the various Olympians, this is where the people of Prometheus’ Island and Paradise Island alike come together to enjoy themselves and share news. Siblings raised separately often visit Festival Island daily to catch up and bond with each other and their other parent. It’s a peaceful place where all are welcome and everyone is family.
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On this date in music history…and now after the last one…I want to go commit some "wild antics"….🤣🤣🙄
May 24th
1956 - Lys Assia
The first Eurovision Song Contest was held in Lugano, Switzerland. The event was the brainchild of Marcel Baisoncon of the European Broadcasting Union. Seven countries participated and they were each allowed two songs. Both Luxembourg and the winner Switzerland used the same singer for both. Switzerland won with 'Refrain' by Lys Assia.
1962 - Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley was at No.1 on the UK singles chart with 'Good Luck Charm' his 11th UK No.1 single. It completed his second hat-trick of chart topping singles in the UK.
1963 - The Beatles
The Beatles recorded the first of their very own BBC radio program, "Pop Go the Beatles". The theme song for the program was a version of "Pop Goes the Weasel". The Beatles' guests for this first show were the Lorne Gibson Trio.
1963 - Elmore James
US blues guitarist and singer Elmore James died of a heart attack aged 45. James wrote 'Shake Your Money Maker', which was covered by Fleetwood Mac in 1968. Known as "The King of the Slide Guitar", James influenced Jimi Hendrix, B.B. King, Stevie Ray Vaughan and Keith Richards.
1966 - Captain Beefheart
Captain Beefheart appeared at the Whisky a Go Go. West Hollywood, California. Supported by Buffalo Springfield and The Doors.
1969 - Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan's album Nashville Skyline peaked at No.3 in the US chart. The singer's ninth album, it also scored Dylan his fourth UK No.1. The album featured 'Lay Lady Lay', which became one of Dylan's biggest pop hits, reaching No.7 in the US, his biggest single in three years.
1969 - Billy Preston
The Beatles with Billy Preston started a five week run at No.1 on the US singles chart with 'Get Back', the group's 17th US No.1. Credited to "The Beatles with Billy Preston", it was the Beatles' only single that credited another artist, 'Get Back' was also the Beatles' first single release in true stereo in the US.
1970 - Peter Green
Guitarist and founding member Peter Green played his last gig with Fleetwood Mac when they appeared at the Bath Festival, Somerset, England.
1974 - David Bowie
David Bowie released his eighth studio album Diamond Dogs. The cover art features Bowie as a striking half-man, half-dog grotesque painted by Belgian artist Guy Peellaert. It was controversial as the full painting clearly showed the hybrid's genitalia.
1980 - Phil Collins
Genesis fans turning up at the Roxy Club box office in Los Angeles to buy tickets for a forthcoming gig were surprised to find the band members Phil Collins, Tony Banks and Mike Rutherford selling the tickets themselves.
1991 - Gene Clark
Founder member of The Byrds Gene Clark died of a heart attack aged 49. Wrote The Byrds hits 'I'll Feel a Whole Lot Better', and 'Eight Miles High', member of McGuinn, Clark and Hillman and solo.
1999 - Queen
Queen singer Freddie Mercury, who died in 1991, was honoured on a new set of millennium stamps issued by the Royal Mail. Mercury, who featured on the 19p stamp, was a keen stamp collector, and his collection was bought by the Post Office in 1993. The stamp marked his contribution to the Live Aid charity concert in 1985, and caused controversy by featuring a small portion of Queen’s drummer, Roger Taylor, in the background - UK stamps by tradition only carry pictures of living persons who are members of the Royal Family.
2000 - Chrissie Hynde
A New York Judge told Pretenders singer Chrissie Hynde that if she wanted her March arrest for protesting the sale of leather goods in a Gap store dismissed, she'd better keep her nose clean for the next six months.
2003 - Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney made his first ever live performance in Russia when he appeared in-front of 20,000 fans in Red Square.
2009 - Billy Joel
Billy Joel was being sued by his former drummer for hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid royalties. Liberty Devitto, claimed that Joel hadn't paid him proper royalties for 10 years of his work. Devitto was Joel's drummer from 1975 until 2005, when he said he was abruptly thrown out of the band. He said: "People get fired, they get severance or insurance for a certain period of time. I didn't even get a phone call. It was cold."
2017 - Elvis Presley
Sonny West, one of the original members of Elvis Presley's Memphis Mafia, died of lung cancer at the age of 79. Joining Elvis in 1960, he was abruptly fired, along with his cousin Red and bodyguard Dave Hebler, in 1976 without explanation. The following year he co-authored the book Elvis, What Happened?.
2020 - Al Rex
American bassist Al Rex died age 91. He started playing for Bill Haley & His Comets and its predecessor Bill Haley and the Saddlemen in 1949 and became noted for 'wild antics' on stage
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🌟 LIVE FOR SOMETHING - TS4 LEGACY CHALLENGE 🌟
The goal of this challenge is to explore almost all skills, aspirations, satisfaction reward traits, collections and worlds in 11 generations! This challenge is a mix of everything EA has released so far in very random (but thought-out) order, with the purpose of giving your sim something to do for their whole adult life.
General information:
This challenge does not include careers (besides those included in aspirations or listed as extra tasks/optional), because most of them don't really add much to the gameplay. Your sim can do anything they want to for a living: have a career, work part-time jobs, become a freelancer, or just sell anything they can find.
The description for each generation offers something of a simple character arc, explaining why the sim wants to complete their aspirations. Some aspirations might seem like an odd trio, but if you think about it people rarely have the same goals throughout their whole life!
The focus is on what the founder/heirs experience in their lives, so this challenge doesn't offer much in terms of playing a whole family. Feel free to add your own goals for children and spouses. (For more on spouses, see next section.)
This challenge is designed for those who have all packs, but it is easily customizable if you don’t have them all. Feel free to substitute the parts you don’t have with something from the Leftovers list at the end of the post!
Playing the challenge:
Start the challenge with a Young Adult sim.
Your sim should complete one aspiration as a young adult, another one as an adult, and a third one as an elder - the aspirations are listed in the order they should be completed in. Age up your sim when you've completed their current aspiration and feel ready to move on to the next one!
This challenge is meant to play with auto aging OFF for played households. You can decide whether you want unplayed households to have aging off as well. Personally I'd keep it on, and mark any old generations as unplayed so they die naturally after I move onto a new generation.
In most generations, your sim can remain single or have multiple partners during their life, as long as they produce at least one heir who lives with them! Adoption is also an option. Some aspirations do require your sim to have a life partner, so check out the requirements for each aspiration before you decide. The character arc might also give you an idea for what your sim wants relationship-wise, but feel free to change that.
A spouse can have a random aspiration, which they don't need to complete. However, if you want them to have more purpose, you can choose an aspiration for them to complete from the Leftovers list (see the end of the post) or have them reach the top of any career.
No money cheats!! (Unless you want to set family funds lower at the start of each next generation.)
I recommend purchasing the satisfaction reward traits as early as possible to get the most use out of them during your sim's life!
Feel free to use your imagination to reach the goals. For example, to complete the Grilled Cheese aspiration you need to eat grilled cheese in space - but you don't have to build your own rocket ship, you can use one at a GeekCon festival!
Generation 1
You live a full, fun, wild life in the city, running from one event to the next and trying to experience everything you can. You don't want to waste your days on doing the same thing over and over again, but the fact is your lifestyle requires quite a bit of money and you're in need of a job... Becoming a mixologist gives you the best of both worlds; you make money to live your life the way you want, but you're not missing out on the action either. In your old age, you finally meet the love of your life, someone you wouldn't mind settling down with... especially if they're willing to go out and try new things with you sometimes.
Aspirations: City Native, Master Mixologist, Soulmate
Traits: Cheerful, Dance Machine, Outgoing
Skills: Comedy, Dancing, Mixology, Singing
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Carefree, Connections, Never Weary, Observant
Collections: City Posters, MySims Trophies, Snowglobes
World: San Myshuno
Extra task: Make your sim have at least one child with someone as a adult, but don't marry them. (The child(ren) must live with your sim.)
Optional: Save up enough money to move into and renovate a penthouse.
Generation 2
You are an explorer of the world in every sense of the word, always curious about any new subject you encounter. In your youth, you are too restless to focus on studying and instead give more weight to experience than knowledge. But despite learning much during your great adventures, it begins to bother you that you never completed your studies. It is never too late to learn more and earn a degree!
Aspirations: The Curator, Jungle Explorer, Academic
Traits: Adventurous, Geek, Self-Assured
Skills: Photography, Research & Debate, Selvadoradian Culture
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Hardly Hungry, Morning Sim, Steel Bladder
Collections: Crystals, Elements, Metals, Omiscan Treasures
World: Willow Creek, Selvadorada, Britechester
Extra task: Make a separate museum room/building on your sim's lot to display the collections.
Optional: After completing the last aspiration, reach the top of any career associated with your sim's degree.
Generation 3
You devote yourself to science and reach so many goals in life while still young, and everyone expects you to continue achieving greater and greater things all the time... But when you have kids, everything changes. And it's the most wonderful achievement of your life, no matter what anyone thinks! You are so focused on raising your children that it's only after they've grown that you start to think about the time you have left for yourself... You missed out on romantic relationships while young, but there's still time to connect with new people and figure out who to spend the rest of your life with.
Aspirations: Nerd Brain, Super Parent, Serial Romantic
Traits: Family-Oriented, Perfectionist, Romantic
Skills: Handiness, Logic, Parenting, Rocket Science
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Beguiling, Frugal, Great Kisser, Marketable, Mentor
Collections: Aliens, Geodes, Microscope Prints, Space Prints, Space Rocks
World: Newcrest
Extra task: Build and populate the neighborhood where your sim lives (or fill it with downloaded lots/sims).
Optional: Reach the top of the Scientist career as a young adult.
Generation 4
You make your living by doing what you're best at: working with animals. Your dream since you were little has been to run your own vet clinic, but after burning out on the job that you love, you have to sell your business and find yourself again. You begin to actually enjoy the quiet and solitude of the countryside. To clear your mind, you keep a journal, and soon you realize you actually enjoy writing quite a bit. Later in life you take an interest in archaeology which gives you the opportunity to travel, something you never had time for as the only vet in a small town.
Aspirations: Friend of the Animals, Bestselling Author, Archaeology Scholar
Traits: Bookworm, Cat/Dog Lover, Loner
Skills: Archaeology, Pet training, Veterinarian, Writing
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Creative Visionary, Independent, Speed Reader
Collections: Ancient Omiscan Artifacts, Feathers, Fossils
World: Brindleton Bay, Selvadorada
Extra task: Own a vet clinic, and sell it after completing the first aspiration.
Optional: Get a 5 star rating on your vet clinic. Make your pet have at least one litter of kittens/puppies.
Generation 5
You might officially live in Windenburg, but your real home is the wilderness. You spend most of your time traveling and enjoying everything from warm summer evenings by lakes and rivers to cold mornings on the top of the mountains. It's only when you get too old to travel that you start to appreciate the nature closer to your house and focus on making it the place where you want to spend the rest of your days.
Aspirations: Outdoor Enthusiast, Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Freelance Botanist
Traits: Loves Outdoors, Noncommittal, Unflirty
Skills: Flower Arranging, Gardening, Herbalism, Rock Climbing, Skiing, Snowboarding
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Antiseptic, Heatproof, Ice Proof, Super Green Thumb, Waterproof
Collections: Frogs, Gardening, Insects
World: Granite Falls, Mt. Komorebi, Windenburg
Extra task: Earn all Scout Badges as a child. Collect the 5 Spirit Dolls.
Generation 6
Your friends mean just about everything to you, but at some point everyone else gets too busy with their lives to hang out with you anymore. You focus your energies on taking care of your body, which gives a reason to get up in the morning and goals to work towards. The older you get, the more lonely you feel, though - and you start to think that maybe it's time to take care of your mind as well, in the form of a new hobby: painting.
Aspirations: Leader of the Pack, Bodybuilder, Painter Extraordinaire
Traits: Active, Art Lover, Bro
Skills: Bowling, Fitness, Painting, Wellness
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Forever Fresh, Forever Full, Gym Rat, Seldom Sleepy
World: Windenburg
Optional: Maybe your sim is not obsessed with only their own health but also that of others - reach the top of the Doctor career as an adult.
Generation 7
Ever since you were a child, you have loved everything to do with making movies, and you're certain that's where your career lies. You feel as comfortable in front of the camera as you feel behind it, and while you learn many movie-making skills, becoming an actor/actress is still your biggest dream. But once you've achieved all that life has to offer, you become bored and there just doesn't seem to be much of a direction left for your life. Your decisions are not the best, but you do whatever gives you a thrill... and money. Lots of it. Who cares if others get hurt, as long as you're living comfortably?
Aspirations: Master Actor/Actress, Public Enemy, Mansion Baron
Traits: Ambitious, Materialistic, Mean
Skills: Acting, Media Production, Mischief
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Entrepreneurial, Shameless, Professional Slacker, Needs No One
World: Del Sol Valley
Extra task: Build your sim a mansion in The Pinnacles neighborhood for the last aspiration.
Optional: Make your sim have children as a young adult, before they become an actor/actress.
Note: The first aspiration requires your sim to become an adult, so for this generation you complete two aspirations as an adult, one as an elder.
Generation 8
Is there anything better than waking up with the rising sun, swimming in the ocean, and cooking a good meal for yourself at the end of a perfect day on the beach? Well, probably cooking a good meal for a whole lot of people! You often invite your friends over to taste whatever it is you've decided to cook or bake, and more often than not they praise the exquisite flavors and encourage you to become a professional cook. For the longest time you feel there's nothing more you could want, but after you've lived most of your life in the beautiful Sulani you begin to wonder if completely different surroundings might have something to offer you as well...
Aspirations: Beach Life, Master Chef, Mt. Komorebi Sightseer (+ Grilled Cheese)
Traits: Child of the Islands/Ocean, Foodie, Goofball
Skills: Baking, Cooking, Fishing, Gourmet Cooking
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Cold Acclimation, Heat Acclimation, Stoves and Grills Master
Collections: Buried Treasure, Experimental Food Prints, Fish, Seashells, Simmies, Voidcritter Cards
World: Sulani, Mt. Komorebi
Extra task: Marry a Mermaid. Collect the 10 Underwater Photos.
Optional: Own a restaurant in Sulani and get a 5 star rating for it.
Note: You can complete the hidden Grilled Cheese aspiration at any point in your sim's life, but don't age up after completing it.
Generation 9
You're quite certain that you are one of the most amazing musicians in the world. You seem to have an innate ability of mastering any instrument with ease, and to receive recognition for this only makes the fire inside you burn brighter. But one tragic thing has always shadowed your success: being mortal. (Or is it just that you’re too arrogant to accept that you might die just like everyone else...?) You're ready to go to any lengths to preserve your genius skills, even if it means becoming a vampire. The world cannot lose a masterpiece like you!
Aspirations: Musical Genius, World-Famous Celebrity, Master Vampire
Traits: Creative, Erratic, Self-Absorbed
Skills: Guitar, Piano, Pipe Organ, Vampire Lore, Violin
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Night Owl, Savant, Storm Chaser
Collections: Sugar Skulls
World: Forgotten Hollow
Extra task: Become best friends with Vladislaus Straud.
Generation 10
You've heard strange things from Strangerville, and it just doesn't sit right with you to leave things be when you know in your heart something's not right. After the mystery has been solved, and the town and its people saved, you just want to enjoy the company of those you love and live a quiet life in peace. Once you learn of the eco crisis, though, you're itching to make the world a better place for everyone again...
Aspirations: Strangerville Mystery, Friend of the World, Eco Innovator
Traits: Good, Maker, Vegetarian
Skills: Charisma, Fabrication, Juice Fizzing, Knitting
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Always Welcome, Free Services, Great Storyteller, Incredibly Friendly
Collections: Postcards
World: Strangerville, Evergreen Harbor
Extra task: Move to either Conifer Station or Port Promise in Evergreen Harbor and turn your sim's neighborhood eco footprint green.
Generation 11
You love modern technology: It has the power to bring people together, it offers so many new ways of channeling creativity, and there's never a boring moment in your life. Or at least that's how you thought it would go when you were younger... In truth, after a while you wish for something more profound, something that would change your life completely. One day, while browsing some obscure site, you come across a subject that catches your attention: magic. It seems exactly like the change you are looking for, so you pack your bags and move to Glimmerbrook. In the city, you were always surrounded by people in some way - via technology or otherwise - but now you feel rather lonely and for the first time ever you even consider having a family.
Aspirations: Computer Whiz, Spellcraft & Sorcery, Big Happy Family
Traits: Childish, Music Lover, Recycle Disciple
Skills: DJ Mixing, Medium, Programming, Robotics, Video Gaming
Satisfaction Reward Traits: Brave, Fertile, Paranormal Investigator
Collections: Decorative Eggs, Holiday Cracker Plushies, Magical Artifacts
World: Oasis Springs, Glimmerbrook
Extra task: Become a Paranormal Investigator in Glimmerbrook.
Optional: Learn all 24 spells and 16 alchemy potions.
Note: The first aspiration requires your sim to become an adult, so this is another generation where you complete two aspirations as an adult and one as an elder. Start working on the last aspiration while your sim is still an adult, as it requires them to have children, or wait until they're an elder and adopt.
+ OPTIONAL BONUS: Generation 12
If there were any aspirations/skills/traits/collections/worlds that have been added since the release of this legacy (or some that just weren't used in this challenge but you wanted to try), this is your chance!
Leftovers List
This is a list of aspirations, traits, collections and worlds that weren’t used for this challenge. You can use these for spouses, or to add new generations to the legacy. Or if you don’t own some packs, you can use anything from this list to replace what you don’t have.
Aspirations:
Angling Ace
Chief of Mischief
Fabulously Wealthy
Fabulously Filthy
Galactic Privateer
Good Vampire
Hope VS Order
Joke Star
Lord/Lady of the Knits
Master Maker
Perfectly Pristine
Purveyor of Potions
Renaissance Sim
Succesful Lineage
Vampire Family
Traits:
Clumsy
Evil
Freegan
Genius
Gloomy
Glutton
Green Fiend
Hates Children
Hot-Headed
Insider
Jealous
Kleptomaniac
Lazy
Neat
Paranoid
Proper
Slob
Snob
Squeamish
Collections:
Batuu Records
Lightsaber Parts
Magic Beans
Worlds:
Batuu
Magnolia Promenade
This challenge was last updated on April 4, 2021.
#the sims 4#ts4#s4#sims 4#ahhh i'm so nervous#let me know if i f'd up anything#it's getting late and i'm v tired#my cc#ts4 challenges
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Prompts for S Founder's Festival 2022 (June 11-18) are going to drop on Wednesday 5/11, so if you have last minute suggestions, please send them in.
There will be three prompts each day since we are honoring a trio.
One prompt each day will be a festival or holiday. Example: Coming of Age Day
One prompt each day will be based off post-series official art or merch. Example: Cats or Masquerade
One prompt will just be a word or phrase, so any suggestion goes.
Does that spark your imagination? Ask away!
#sk8 the infinity#ainosuke shindo#kaoru sakurayashiki#kojiro nanjo#matchaloveblossom#lovematchablossom#foundersfest2022#loveblossom#matchalove#matchablossom
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