#rip my founder </3

[neishroom]

first harvest fest after rocky and harvey passed away... + family updates

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shoutout to my pookies for sending me their sims!

shani by @simsadilla + lalita by @planetpxls

#Alex got a new house!! that alimoney did her real good #ngl guys rocky has been dead for a while I got too lazy to address it LOL #rip my founder </3 #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #simblr #*cleo #*leo #*alex #*rocky #*harvey #*zion #*shani #*jaia #*augustus #*nicole #*quinn #*lalita #*rocky pacheco #*harvey pacheco #*pacheco legacy #*pacheco gen 3 #*main save

[noctisvixen]

Debating on doing one of those ClanGen things where you draw out some of the events of said clan.

Part of me wants to do "Traffic-clan" and have the founders be Life series members. But then I remember that this is the thing that RNG will definitely ruin you at times. And if I have to witness Grian murdering Scar for absolutely no reason other than RNG, I would be incredibly pissed at fate for Third Life-ing my clan.

#vixspeaks #clangen #I literally started a new clan the other day #and my leader just randomly murdered a newly made warrior #100% random and the warrior was one of the clan founders #and she has never killed again since #like WHAT DID AMBERLION DO TO YOU? EXCUSE ME???? #granted though I don't think my leader is all there mentally #in the first year she had a kit who died from whitecough within like 3 or 4 moons #then her mate broke up with her shortly afterwards #her arc is a big ol rip and it's 100% RNG's fault

[kitten4sannie]

blinding faith (teaser)

fall in line now, bow your head

pairing: cult leader! yunho x disciple! reader (fem) x elder! mingi feat. woosan

genres: twisted religious romance (if you can even call it romance), smut, late 1970s setting

summary: the founder can’t accept it when you begin to show signs of deception and doubt for his righteous cause. he has no other choice but to rely on his most trusted brethren to help him show you the light.

bend your knee, Child of God

warnings: aged up dom! yunho, aged up dom! mingi, subby innocent! reader, huge corruption kink, perversion, major sacrilegious vibes and behavior, mostly pet names/some name calling, praise/false praise, major voyeurism/exhibitionism (there’s a whole audience BAHAH), use of restraints/blindfold, masturbation, use of a rosary (i’ll let you figure that one out….), sloppy seconds, double penetration, loss of anal virginity, cum eating, cum swapping, size kink, major breeding kink, felching, squirting, dumbificafion

a/n: this is a lil teaser for a very special series that i’m writing for a very special someone ;3 i’ll be posting it at the end of next week on the 30th <33 without further ado, i’d like to introduce you all to our beloved leader yuyu 🫶🏼 try not to let him corrupt you~~ and if you’d like to join the taglist (if you’re not already on my general taglist) just click on the tiny heart at the end of the teaser ＼(^o^)／ have a lovely day/night!!

You were taught by Yunho, your beloved leader, your savior, your everything, that God allowed those he loved the most, those that remained tied to their earthly bonds, to endure deep suffering and endless tribulations — because within that pain, within that humiliation, laid pleasure. Unimaginable pleasure that sat just below the surface. Yunho took great satisfaction in reaching into the darkness, into the depths, and ripping it out with his silver trimmed talons, always willing to graciously bestow it upon his followers.

There was no greater joy than to witness the moment his dear flock began to walk in the truth. He savored the sweet sounds of ecstasy that tore out of their sweat-ridden throats, longed for the moment their rosy faces ceased their contortions, their lips, wet with saliva, their unfocused eyes, wet with tears, knowing that another one of his beloved disciples had seen the light. And they would always look up at him with delicious desperation, begging for another chance to catch a glimpse of heaven once more. And, only because of his unending benevolence and boundless love, he brought them back, expecting nothing in return, except for their undying loyalty.

Yet, none of them were ever as loyal as you. His angel from above. If only he had clipped your wings sooner.

“My love, my heart, my dearest angel, why do you look at me this way? With those tears in your eyes? With such devotion?” Yunho sighed out against your flushed cheek, his body flush against yours, the cold metal of his rosary splayed across your hot skin. You simply couldn’t speak, not with the way he was spilling inside you.

The corners of his lips quirked up into a sadistic smile, his warm, uneven puffs of breath hitting the bottom of your jaw, as he clutched your slick, trembling thighs, holding them farther apart to ensure that he could continue accessing the heaven you kept in between them, the hot, wet haven you only allowed your savior to access. “Is it because I’m filling you with my own devotion? Does knowing that my seed will soon grant new life inside of you bring you to tears, Y/N?”

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#ateez #ateez smut #jeong yunho #yunho x reader #yunho smut

[politemenacephd]

Easing Tensions

Miguel O'Hara x transmasc!reader (+18)

Plot: Reader is Miguel's physiotherapist, who gets mouthy with him when he refuses to take proper advice.

Word count: 8570

Content: Established relationship (friends), slight age difference, sexual tension/rivalry, playfighting, rough dry humping, oral (giving and recieving), rough kissing, workplace affair, P in V sex, slight degradation, biting kink. Warning: Mentions of reader having top surgery and bottom growth but no bottom surgery. Mentions of vaginal anatomy are used when describing reader. -------------------------------------

Notes: I'm porting this over from my AO3 because its my most self indulgent fic and I love it, sorry I really wrote this one for myself but I wanna add to the trans masc fics while I can, enjoy <3

You spun your chair in an empty office, eyes glazed over with boredom.

You were doing everything you could to control your temper. Tapping your pen, twitching your feet, and spinning your chair until you were too dizzy to be annoyed.

You glanced at the clock: 7:05pm. Your eyes narrowed.

Miguel was late. Again. That big hunky idiot was supposed to show up at 6:30pm for his session, and now you were here way past your usual closing time. You were certain all the other spiders had probably gone home by now too. They were probably drinking themselves silly at some Nueva bar while you waited hand and foot on your beloved, high-strung leader.

You grunted and scribbled something in your notes to sketch out the frustration.

You see, you had a special job within the spider society, one that was quite unique. You weren’t a hero, not anymore, nor were you some tech genius or child prodigy.  

No, you were a physiotherapist. It was a rather overlooked job in the grand scheme of things. Everyone thought Spider-Byte was vital for managing the go-home machine, and people like Jess and Peter were considered irreplaceable, but with hundreds of people bending their bodies in inhuman ways and pushing their muscles to the brink, who was there to keep them functioning properly? Who was there to ensure they didn’t slip a disk or get a trapped nerve rending them incapable of fixing anomalies?

You. You were there, and even if your praises weren’t sung to the top of the HQ you were usually shown a basic level of respect by your clients. That is, except for one.

The door suddenly burst open, right as your chair spun a final circle round to face it. You glared at the enormous shadow filling the doorway.

‘You’re late’ you said slowly.

A pair of glowing red eyes glared back at you.

‘Very late’ you repeated, emphasising your point by rising to your own feet. Those red eyes narrowed.

‘As I always say, I’m sorry, but—’

‘You’re a very busy man?’

As you rose from the desk and walked across the floor the shadow emerged into the light, revealing the chiselled face of your most behated client and friend: Miguel O’Hara, head and founder of the spider society.

‘The busiest’ Miguel noted. His full lips curled slightly as he looked down his nose at you. When standing head to head you barely came up to his chest, so you had to tilt your head to see him.

To anyone else he was terrifying. 6ft 8, muscled to the brim, with broad shoulders and blood red eyes. Not to mention those hefty claws, capable of ripping metal in half, or those fangs dripping with paralyzing venom.

Even if you were an averaged sized man you’d be miniscule compared to him, but that didn’t matter. After all, you had a special relationship with this beast of a spider.

‘Take ‘em off, get on the bench’ you said, gently jabbing a finger into his pec. Miguel’s cold expression curled into a familiar smile.

‘Such a gentleman’ he said, his thick tongue dripping with sarcasm.

You chuckled and clapped him on the bicep. ‘For you princess? Always.’

You’d known Miguel a long time. Long enough that you were the only one he’d trust with his physiotherapy, and long enough that you were one of the few people allowed to talk to him like this. You could tell Miguel was fond of you when he gave you that patented, smouldering glare, but didn’t immediately tell you to leave or throw something at your head.

In this case Miguel just grumbled a little before stripping his shirt aside, allowing you a chance to admire his back.

‘Mm… I can see you’ve got more tension’ you noted, tracing a finger down the bare skin of his shoulders. His muscles heaved as he rolled them, but when your finger brushed his skin you saw him give a little shiver. He looked scary, yes, but was far from it.

‘We had another anomaly to deal with. A Vulture got through’ Miguel curtly replied. You began brushing down the pre-prepped massage table at the side of your office as Miguel stripped off his pants.

‘Vulture? That means you were using your webs a lot. You already put too much strain on your rhomboids’ you said, more to yourself than him. You quickly ensured that the blinds were down as he made his way over to your nicely made massage table. His claws immediately ripped the fresh sheet you’d put over it, but you were used to that by now.

You let him do his little undignified shuffle until he was perfectly in place before approaching him from behind. ‘Alright, so, do you want me to focus on the usual spots?’ you asked. He nodded.

With his approval gained you put your palms on his thigh. He let out a slight huff as you started pressing into his muscles. His skin was smooth beneath your fingers, muscled and firm with a light covering of dark hair. You moved over his legs with ease.

‘You’re not doing those stretches I told you to do.’

‘I’m busy.’

‘Uhuh. You’re always- busy, Mr O’Hara’ you said, snidely emphasising the word ‘busy’ while pressing deep into his glute muscles. As anticipated you earned a low grunt of pain from him as you worked out the tension. ‘Which is why, I’m trying, to keep you in good condition. Because if you get sprained again, you won’t be able to work, and you’ll- oof, there’s a tight one- fall even further behind.’

‘I can work through a sprain’ Miguel said through gritted teeth.

‘Not on my watch.’

You heard him give another pained chuckle as you worked down to his thighs. ‘Not on your watch’ he repeated in a sarcastic grunt. ‘What are you, my dad?’

‘You’re old enough to be my dad’ you drawled back. That got you a horrified little choke from Miguel, one you enjoyed a great deal.

‘Cómo se atreven- what are you talking about?’ he snarled. ‘I’m not that old! And you’re certainly not that young.’

You paused mid-press as Miguel pushed himself up onto his elbows, his neck craning to face you. He glared at you, eyes barely a few inches apart, and you returned his coldness with a slightly tilted smile.

‘Sorry. Of course. I meant, old enough to be my daddy’ you teased in a slightly hushed voice.

Just as you’d anticipated, his cheeks darkened with a deep undertone of red. He turned away.

‘You’re incredible unprofessional’ Miguel grumbled.

‘Sorry, daddy.’

‘Ay por Dios- not today, please.’

‘Sorry daddy, won’t happen again daddy.’

‘I will fire you, don’t think I won’t.’

You continued with your session in relative silence. As you worked out his back Miguel occasionally broke into complaints about his job, about how tired he was, and you either listened sympathetically or chided him in that usual bro-ish manner. You could tell now by the little tones in his voice whether he wanted attention or wanted to joke around, and you took it to heart.

After all, you did care about him. He was a tragic man, one who covered all his issues in anger or sarcasm, and this had become his haven to relax in more ways than one.

You felt like you owed him. In many ways, you did owe him.

‘How are you healing up?’

You nearly jumped as Miguel broke that comfortable silence. Your eyes rolled up to see he’d tilted his head, and his red eyes were glowing beneath the unruly tangle of dark hair draped across his forehead.

For the first time you stammered. ‘Ah- you mean the surgery? I’m good. Its, good. The scars still there but it’s healing up nicely.’ You moved to try and continue pushing but Miguel paused you again, this time by pointing a claw at your chest.

‘Can I see?’

You blanked. He wanted to see? With a slightly flustered face you pulled back and unbuttoned the top of your shirt, just enough to show your chest and the two, thin, raised scars going under both your pecs. You felt Miguel’s eyes moving over you slowly.

‘You uh- you like what you see?’ you said, trying to play off the strangely tense moment with a joke. Strangely, Miguel didn’t seem as offput by your flirting as he usually did.

‘Looks good’ he said. He gave a curt nod before dropping his head back onto the table. You hurried to re-do your shirt.

‘Yeah, I uh- thanks for, making them push my surgery forward’ you said as you returned to his body. He grunted and shrugged, his enormous shoulders rippling beneath your hands.

‘It was against code to make you wait so long, of course I pushed it. You shouldn’t thank me. I was doing my job.’

‘Ah, of course. You definitely didn’t scream at the surgeons in the medical bay to… what was it? Do their fucking jobs? And then went on some weird holy than thou tangent about taking care of all our members equally?’

You caught Miguel’s eyes as they darted to your face and had to bite back laughter. He looked horrified.

‘Who- who told you that?!’

‘Peter’ you crowed, ‘he told me at his last session.’

‘Peter, that- He lied’ Miguel snarled. You gave him a gentle pat on the back.

‘Okay. Sure. He lied.’

Another silence fell after that, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You pressed on the curve where his glute muscles joined his hip joint and watched him shuffle slightly in discomfort, his hips grinding on the table.

God, he had such a nice ass. You admired the shape just an inch away from your hand, the perfect muscles curve and dip. Unprofessional indeed, you thought drolly.

You didn’t want to find him as attractive as you did. You didn’t want to dwell on the wet dreams you had of him, or the few times you’d guilty indulged in pleasuring yourself to those thoughts. It felt wrong, but turning him away was equally as embarrassing. You’d have to explain why.

You knew you had to stop this. You knew you shouldn’t indulge in jokingly flirting, because he didn’t like you like that. Of course he didn’t. Why, then, could you not seem to control your body?

You decided you should probably move away from his behind.

Your hands slowly moved up to his back until your body was bent over his, awkwardly trying to stretch around the enormous man’s upper torso. Each time you breathed he seemed to feel it; he’d shudder or shift, his head nestled into the cushioned bed.

‘Sorry, uh- if anything’s bothering you, let me know’ you said quietly. He lazily opened one eye.

‘You’re good’ he grunted. You smiled; he sounded relaxed for once.

As you finished up the stretching you hopped down and gave him your patented double hand back pat, letting him know without words that he was done. You stepped back to watch him rise.

He rose slowly, muscles arching as he stretched his arms behind his back. The flex was unbearable. What a show off, you thought, all while knowingly gawking at the smooth sculpted mound of his biceps. You’d enjoy him just a little more before he was gone. You knew, deep down, you’d miss him.

‘Ah, mierda- I’m gonna feel like shit tonight’ he grumbled. You shook your head and returned to his side, watching carefully as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat perched on the edge with his characteristic hunched posture.

‘Well, that’s what you get. Like I said you’re not doing the stretches I told you to do.’

‘I’m busy.’

‘You’re not so busy that you can’t do the stretches, I specifically tailored your routine to fit—’

‘I’m. too. Busy.’

You bristled as he suddenly interrupted your speech. You turned, just barely giving him a side eye, and found that he wasn’t even looking at you anymore. He was looking for his clothes. You stubborn bastard, you thought, you’re going to get yourself hurt.

‘Do you want your after-session assessment?’ you asked. Miguels lip curled, and to further annoy you he pinched the space between his brows.

‘Whatever, go ahead.’

‘Are you going to listen? Because if you don’t listen there’s no point.’

Miguel looked up, and in unison your eyes narrowed.

This was always the hard bit. Yes, you were friends, but you were in the unenviable position of having a very difficult power dynamic with a very difficult man. He was your boss, but you were his physio. He had control over your job but you had control over his mobility.

You were hot headed men with messy internal biases, which created the perfect conditions for a perfect shitstorm.

‘Well?’ you asked, ‘are you going to listen to me? Or shall I, yet again, put on your record that you refused treatment despite signs of muscle strain and therefore need to be, what’s the nice word for it- supervised?’

‘This is ridiculous, I’m not a child’ he scoffed.

‘No, you’re not. Surprisingly, based on your brashness’ you said, crudely cutting into him. Miguel gave the slightest sneer. As if to assert some kind of dominance he rose from the bed, allowing his shadow to cover you from head to toe.

‘Me being nice to you doesn’t negate that I’m your boss.’

You stared up at Miguel as he spoke. You refused to back down. ‘And you being my boss doesn’t negate that you’re stubborn, and most importantly, wrong’ you replied. His eyes narrowed until only the barest trickles of red light could get through.

He opened his mouth to speak, but to his surprise, you cut him off. ‘Okay. Let’s do this your way, Mr big brave bold and brash’ you said, swinging your arms wide in a challenging motion. ‘Prove to me your mobility isn’t being hindered, and I’ll stop lecturing you. I’ll even write up your notes with a clean bill of health so no one else can nag you either. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

Miguel raised one brow. You could feel the tension growing, something strange and new bubbling beneath your natural rivalry.

‘Okay’ Miguel said after moments pause. He rolled his bare shoulders to give you a clear view of his strength and physique compared to your own. ‘Deal. Do your worst.’

You grinned. With ease you dipped down to his leg as he attempted to storm away, and with all the strength you had you pressed against one of the nerve points you knew he’d agitated. Immediately he stumbled.

‘Fuck- fuck—’

He hissed as he involuntarily fell, his fangs bared. You had the gall to pout and blow him a kiss.

‘You ready to listen now?’ you crowed. At that, he dived at you directly.

Back and forth you continued this messy pseudo-battle, knocking furniture to the floor and rattling windows with your limbs. Miguel was absolutely determined to do something, whether that be pin you down or paralyze you or something else entirely, but you had one goal: pick on his weak spots until he conceded to listen.

But unfortunately, you were evenly matched, both in prowess and stubbornness.

Each time Miguel got his claws on your body you found another trapped muscle, one that you could manipulate into being painful with just a few prods of your fingers. Each time he released you, and each time he came back angrier, hungrier, and more vengeful than before.

Fatigue only seemed to spur you on harder. You wrestled on the floor like snapping dogs, fangs gnashing and fingers digging into flesh until it bruised. You stuck your hand into his mouth to push him back, and in return he grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you beneath him.

Something had to break. Something had to give, and that give came when Miguel finally caught you.

In a moment of weakness you got too cocky, and an attempt to tease his thigh muscles resulted in you being grabbed by the waist and pinned against the wall. You felt the shutters ripple and crack as you crushed them with your back.

‘Would you- stay, STIL!’ Miguel bellowed.

And, to his surprise, you did.

You froze.

You’d somehow gotten far too close, and Miguel’s body had boxed you in against the closed blinds. Chest to chest, groin to groin, your lips close enough that your breath swirled and conjoined.

You both froze in a sudden panic, your eyes widening in unison, as the room was filled with the tense ticking of your clock.

You weren’t sure what you expected Miguel to do. Leave? Lecture you? Berate you some more, perhaps?

To your surprise, Miguel did none of those things. He just closed his eyes and breathed in deep, right at the crown of your hair. You furrowed your brow. What was he doing?

Oh, but Miguel knew exactly what he was doing.

You see, while you were panicking about your internal attraction, he was busy indulging in his own guilty pleasure. He was drinking in your scent. His heightened senses could smell everything: your sweat, your gorgeous musk, the blood pumping in your veins and your cheap cologne. You smelled like iron. You smelled feral. You smelled hot.

His claws extended against his will. Fuck, what was he doing? Now was not the time for this.

Oh, but you smelled so good. You felt so good. All that pent up curiosity he tried to keep in check spilled out, as his momentary aggression allowed his walls to fall. Usually when he got mad it was his other inhibitions that fell. He threw things or smashed them. But there was only one thing here that he wanted to smash and destroy, and it was you.

His guilty pleasure. His friend who he pretended to be annoyed by. His worst, most indulged temptation. His pretty boy.

Slowly his eyes opened, boring down into yours with terrifying intensity. You saw his lips curl back, his fangs on display. ‘I should… leave’ Miguel said slowly. You felt his heart hammering against your chest.

‘Why? We’re not done’ you replied. His eyes narrowed. Did he sound, strained?

‘I need- to leave’ he said, this time even slower.

‘Why?’ you repeated. You were testing the waters. There was no way, you thought. There was no way he was thinking what you thought he was thinking.

‘Because I—’ Miguel couldn’t even get the words out. His body was moving on its own. He was bending now, his face getting close and closer. At this point even you, in your insecure denial, couldn’t avoid the truth. You could feel his heart thundering. You could feel the tension in his muscles, and most importantly the soft little throbbing in his barely covered crotch.

‘I can’t—’ Miguel’s voice had gone husky. Your eyelids drooped as he got closer.

‘You- idiot.’ It was supposed to be a hiss, but your voice dribbled out like honey. It was a pathetic whine. God, you sounded like such a brat. You felt him throb a second time.

‘You don’t talk to me like that’ Miguel spat. His lips were barely a cm from yours now, and you felt every word. ‘I am your boss. I am the reason you’re here.’

‘Idiot—’

‘Shut your mouth.’

A soft little shuddered breath hit his face. ‘Make me.’

That was the trigger, the final cut on the barest thread holding you both back. In a second his lips were on yours.

It was frantic, almost aggressive, the way you fell on each other. Your nails dug into the thick muscles of his neck as he pushed you to the wall, and in no time at all your lips were parted. Your tongues fought just like your hands, trying to overpower the other, with such ferocity that soon your jaw and chin were wet with each other’s spit.

‘MM- Mm—’

Your moans were muffled by each other’s tongues, but you could feel his gruff response as a vibration against your lips. He pushed you until the window creaked, threatening to break it. He squeezed you until your bones hurt.

When you pulled back it was purely to survive, to gasp for air as neither of you had remembered to breathe. But even then, you wouldn’t stop. After just a few shaky breathes Miguel returned to your face. He was harsh, nibbling and sucking and biting all the way down your neck. He bit until he drew just a little blood and then eagerly licked it away, filling you with just enough venom to soften you in his hands. You bit his shoulder to muffle your groans.

Biting like animals, clawing like animals. This was your own kind of battle.

When the soft, bruised, reddened skin of your neck could no longer satisfy him, Miguel spun you around, forcing your face and chest against the window. You felt his full body weight crushing your own.

‘I- I didn’t know you swung this way, Mr O’Hara’ you teased between pants. Miguel rewarded you with a rough twist of your arm, driving his hips down on your ass.

‘Why not? You’re a good-looking man, aren’t you?’ Miguel grunted. You felt his bulge heave as he dry-humped against your rear, his clawed hand easily pinning your back. ‘A pretty boy with a smart mouth.’

‘So- you do like me for my mouth, huh?’

His claws dug a little deeper, rendering you speechless as his cock throbbed. ‘I like you- for this.’

You gasped as he squeezed your back, your hips and your ass in that order, before finishing with a gentle tug at your hair. For once you decided to just shut up, and you let him dry hump you against the wall.

After riding out that initial frustration the two of you collapsed into a panting mess. Miguel’s chest was heaving against your head as he slowly rubbed himself against you. His breath hit the window and steamed it up.

‘I knew this was gonna happen’ Miguel murmured, his voice low and deep.

‘W-what?’

‘I knew I couldn’t resist you, pendejo’ he purred. ‘Ah- you’re gonna get me in so much trouble.’

That little confession made your stomach twist and your legs weak. You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart was thundering in your chest.

‘Little- office fraternization never hurt anyone, huh?’ you panted, trying to play it off.

‘You’re a distraction’ Miguel grunted. You bit back another desperate groan as he lowered his palm to your ass. He squeezed, hard, the fat and muscle tender beneath his thick claws and calloused fingers. His hot breath hit the glass in frantic pants. ‘A- gorgeous fucking distraction.’

‘Well then- get it over with’ you whined. You were grinding back against his bulge with unbridled desperation now, showcasing an utter lack of shame. God he felt good. God he felt big. ‘Fuck me you idiot, then you can stop- moping!’

It was an invitation you didn’t think he’d take, but you were wrong. So wrong. You felt him throb so hard it scared you, his throat releasing a startled whine.

‘You want… you want me to—’

It was almost cute, how shy that huge man suddenly sounded. You bit back the urge to smile and just nodded.

‘Please’ you whispered. ‘Please, Miguel, just- just fuck me. I won’t ask so nicely again.’

His hands squeezed you tight, his thick body squishing you against the glass. You’d never felt so small, so insignificant. Usually it would have felt emasculating, but here it felt unbearably right. You felt the slight sting of his claws digging into your soft belly.

‘I’ll pay extra’ Miguel whispered.

‘W-what?’

‘For the- for the session, I’ll pay extra if you let me.’

‘Jesus, I already said you could- fine, fine, whatever, just please fucking touch me.’

You could physically feel his joy at your response. ‘Ah- mi rey’ he murmured. His desperation was tangible. ‘As you wish.’

Your whole body was lifted as Miguel spun you around and held you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. Without thinking you smashed your lips into his.

‘Mm…’

You relished in his messy tongue play as he carried you over to the table, eagerly throwing your neatly planned supplies to the floor with a violent clatter. His full lips parted and his tongue snaked deep into your throat. You were terrified he would bite you, but that only spurred your arousal further.

With a soft oomph you were thrown to the desk. As your lips parted you drooled, a thin slither of saliva and venom hanging between your mouths. Miguel panted back at you. His body was curled across yours, his hips spreading your legs and his hands on your wrists, pinning them to the wood.

‘You want me on top? Or, do you want to- you know. Other way around’ he asked, awkwardly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘I don’t have my strap-on, so, gonna have to be you on top this time.’

A ghost of a smile spread across his face. ‘I’m sorry, this time?’

You grunted as he flipped you onto your chest. You felt his claws tearing your dress pants aside, ruining that nice expensive fabric as he threw them to the floor. You could feel him mounting your back as you were pushed into the desk.

‘I thought you wanted me to fuck you and get it out of the way?’ Miguel teased.

‘You’re the one who said I’m gorgeous, you slut. I just assumed you’d come back for more’ you teased back. His teeth nibbled at your nape until your back arched and your smart mouth choked. ‘Mm—’

His claws went down to tear your boxers aside. ‘I’m a busy man, sir. I’d like to test what I’m buying before I come running back.’

In a second your body was completely bare, your skin exposed to the cool air of your office. Your enlarged clit was practically swollen, throbbing and aching to be touched. Miguel sheathed his claws and began sliding his hand down and between your thighs.

‘Let’s see what those hormones did, huh?’

You bit down a guttural whine as his calloused finger shifted through your folds. You could feel his breath on your cheek now; he was watching you shudder, watching you bite down your pleasurable response.

‘Looks like it’s working well’ Miguel murmured. It was odd to receive such soft praise from him. ‘Big boy’ he whispered into your neck, right as he pushed your folds aside to gently rub your enlarged clit back and forth.

‘Fuck—’

You’d run out of quips at this point, reduced to a pathetic mess shifting and squirming on his hand. His fingers were rough, and his lips on your shoulder were even rougher. You would have been content to just be teased like this, but Miguel seemed unsatisfied.

After a few minutes of gently stroking it between his thumb and forefinger, Miguel lifted and flipped your body onto its front. ‘Gimme that’ he crudely barked, and before you could even muster a whine he’d thrust his head between your thighs. You cried out as his tongue hit your clit.

‘F- MM! Fuck, fuck- c-careful, ah—’

You were stunned, almost winded by the sudden influx of pleasure. Miguel either didn’t hear or didn’t care; he sucked on you like a starving animal, his full lips ravaging you until saliva and slick was dripping onto the floor.

You quickly became overstimulated by his roughness. He was a bully with his mouth, pushing you until your body started to jolt with little spasms. You begged him to be gentle but he was utterly drunk on your body at this point.

‘Let me- fuck, let me- let me do you’ you begged, a request that finally seemed to get his attention. When Miguel raised his head he was panting, his lips and jaw now shiny with spit and slick. He looked so adorably ditzy with his glazed over eyes.

‘W.. what?’ he stammered.

Now impatient you forced yourself up until you were sat on the desk, your hands fumbling to draw him up too. He stumbled to his feet and watched you yank down his boxers. His cock jolted out, lightly slapping his firm lower belly before flopping in front of your face.

Miguel must have seen your eyes widen, the way you paused momentarily when faced with his girth, because he let out a chuckle as he wiped his mouth.

‘Is there a problem, sir— MM!’

He grunted as you unceremoniously wrapped your lips around him. Your eyes rolled as your mouth was filled with all those toe-curling sensations; the taste of skin, the warmth, the little smear of pre-cum as he throbbed at his sudden intrusion into your throat. You took him until you choked, and then took him a little further.

Miguel instinctively gripped the sides of your head to stabilize himself. ‘Hey, ah- fuck, no ones ever- done this for me befo- HNGH—’

You could hear his stupid claws tearing up the floorboards beneath you as you started to suck back and forth. His hips were bucking like they had a mind of their own.

‘You- why are you so good at this?’ Miguel whined. He looked almost shellshocked as you switched to deepthroating the tip while simultaneously stroking the underside of his balls, perfectly hitting every sweet spot he had.

You pulled back just to reply, letting him gawk at your cum-coated lips and dizzy smile. ‘I’ve- fantasied about it enough times’ you replied. His shock slowly faded in a crude half smile.

‘Uhuh. Whatever you say, slut.’

You hated how you moaned at his degradation. Miguel held you still as he pushed his cock back into your mouth, and the little spurt of precum that hit your throat was proof enough that he liked it too.

‘No, I don’t really mean that’ he murmured as you started to suck on him again. ‘I want you to myself’ he purred, quiet enough that you didn’t hear it. ‘I want you all to myself, pretty boy.’

You let him fuck your mouth until he could take no more. You let him squeeze your throat in one hand so he could feel his girth going down it. You let him pull out and watch you tongue his member. You let him indulge in this moment, the first time someone was brave enough to take this terrifying man into their mouth, as you pampered his cock like a prince.

In the end he only stopped because he was edging himself on the verge of climax, and he refused to cum in your mouth. Not because it wouldn’t feel good, but because he wanted more. He wanted much more.

As he yanked his cock from your mouth he gave you another sloppy kiss, one you eagerly returned.

‘Okay’ he panted between bruising your lips with his own, ‘okay, I am on my knees begging you. Please, let me fuck you, please.’

You didn’t respond. You didn’t need to. You gave his gorgeous lower lip a bite before rolling yourself onto your front, bent over the desk in the perfect position. You grunted as he slapped a firm palm onto your bare right cheek. He’d already lined his cock up with your rear.

‘Dios mio- I’ve waited so long to fuck this. Have you- have you got lube in here?’ Miguel asked, craning his head around the desk. 

‘I- shit, no, I don’t’ you groaned. ‘I didn’t- think of that, surprisingly.’

‘Ah- ah. Right. Ah- fuck.’

Miguel’s hips seemed to be moving on their own. He was trying to hold back; he didn’t want to hurt you, but he was losing his mind at this point. He wanted you to an unbearable degree. His cock was aching to have you, to be inside you, to hold your smooth, warm body in his hands and feel you moan for him. He wanted to ruin you.

‘You… you can use the other hole, if you want’ you grunted, gently shifting your hips until he was pressed against your clenched cunt.

Miguel paused. You felt his trepidation as his grip loosened. ‘Are you sure?’ he murmured, his voice low. You nodded.

‘I- yeah. Yeah. I trust you.��

His grip tightened again but in a more affectionate way. You felt his breath in your hair.

‘Are you sure?’ he repeated. ‘I don’t- it won’t, cause you discomfort?’

You let out a breathy chuckle. Miguel didn’t quite get dysphoria but he tried his best, and the genuine concern in his voice made your heart thud all over again.

‘It's fine for me. Fuck it, I’m bottoming anyway, what’s one hole from another?’ you said with a shrug.

At last, you seemed to have eased his worry. With a soft growl Miguel spread your legs and lifted you into position on your front, slowly pushing up towards your soaked hole.

‘Alright. Alright. I’m going to fuck you now, okay? Just- stay still. Good boy.’

You felt the brush of his tip and instinctively tensed. A shudder ran through you as he pushed it in, beginning the stretch.

‘Ah- fuck, Miguel’ you moaned. You felt him petting your back as he pushed deeper, admiring the little wince you gave.

‘That’s it, you’re doing good.’

He split you open barely halfway in, causing you to squirm.

‘Fuck- ‘s, big, fuck—’

‘You got it, just relax. Ease up for me.’

Miguel was doing his best to be courteous but it was clearly hard for him. His cock was throbbing in a way that hurt, and the only relief in this world was that sweet, tight hole. He wanted to bottom out. He wanted to fill you to the brim and bully your cervix until you begged, he wanted to make you drool. He wanted to cum every inch of his frustration inside you.

But he couldn’t, at least, not right away, because he could see you straining beneath him. So he moved slowly, giving gentle pumps to help loosen your muscles. You felt yourself becoming wetter, your cunt fluttering and clenching as he brushed your internal g-spot.

After a good minute of adjustment Miguel finally fit his fat cock inside you. He’d pushed you to your limit, but he’d fit. He bottomed out with a guttural growl, almost animal in nature, before gasping aloud like a man who just avoided drowning.

‘There- there. Good boy. You took it so well.’

There it was: the feeling you’d dreamed about for so long. You could feel him inside you. You could feel the thick veins throb against your walls, the bulge of his cock so hard that it had utterly skewered you to the spot. When you tried to adjust you felt his claws on your hips, sharp and rough. You panted into the table. You could feel him moving in you.

‘Mm- mm, fuck- you’re so big.’

You felt him throb again, clearly bristled by your praise. ‘You’re so- tight’ he whined. ‘So fucking- soft.’

He started to knead the flesh of your lower back as he moved. You felt the slip of his cock as he shifted just a little, one inch in and then one inch out. ‘So fucking soft’ he repeated almost dreamily. ‘So… fucking tight. Oh M- god, mm—’

You both moaned in unison as he drew all the way out before sliding back in.

‘So good, so good- fuck—’

The big man had been reduced to an absolute mess after barely one move. His thighs were shaking as he clung to your hips. ‘I knew you’d be this tight’ he whined. ‘I knew you’d feel- heavenly.’

‘You been thinking- MM—’ You paused midsentence as he pulled all the way out just to slide back, a sensation so delicious that your toes curled and your foot stamped on the wood.

‘Have I been thinking about you?’ Miguel groaned as he pushed in deep. ‘Of course I have, you beautiful idiot.’

You bit your lip as he started to pump inside you, his pelvis slowly rocking against your upturned hips. You felt each gently slap of his skin against your bare ass alongside his hefty girth slowly dragging against the most sensitive little ribbing on your insides. 

‘Fuck- oh fuck that’s it.’ You gasped as he nudged your g-spot with his member. With no control your muscles tensed and clenched him in a vice-like grip.

‘Lemme- lemme pay you’ Miguel whined, his claws digging into your skin again as that rapturous pleasure overtook him. ‘Lemme pay you please.’

‘How- how much?’

Your breathless teasing made him shudder. ‘Everything’ he panted. ‘Let me- give you everything.’

‘You- ah, fuck, keep doing that. Keep doing that.’ You held back your response just to relish in the feeling a bit longer; you could feel his balls hitting your clit with each thrust, his muscled thighs digging you into the desk until it ached, and that alone was driving you a little crazy.

‘Ah, ‘s so good… you- you were saying, everything?’

‘Every- fucking, cent in my account, you can have it’ he groaned. You could feel him speeding up now, as the skin-on-skin contact was starting to create a low slap that reverberated through the room.

‘Jesus, you sound like a virgin’ you teased, hoping to spur him into action again.

Just as planned you finally felt him bristle.

As if to punish your bravado, he started to get rough. He started pumping hard, his hips snapping as he pounded you into the table. You had to grit your teeth to bear it. The smack of his hips, the sweet ache of his cock stretching you out, the mixture of pain and pleasure as you adjusted to his thick girth.

If you weren’t some kind of spider, you were sure he would have broken your back entirely.

‘Fuck- fuck, careful—’

‘Mm- you were running your mouth before, just- fuck, mm- take it like a man’ Miguel grunted.

‘You’re- fucking huge, you idiot—’

‘You already said that, pendejo.’

His sweet, husky voice dripped like honey as he folded over your back, drawing a pathetic mewl from your lips. You were turning to putty in his hands. You started to arch your hips to push him deeper; the ache was turning pleasurable, and you wanted more.

At that point the pleasure took over, and like animals in heat you gave in. In the timeless capsule that was your office you let him fuck you. You weren’t sure how long you took him exactly, but it felt like it would never be long enough.

Your bodies were pressed together, naked and sweaty beneath the dim overhead light. Like two snakes you were wrapped around each other in a tangle of limbs, your bodies frantically rocking and humping in a messy unison. Muscle on muscle, skin on skin, you felt the sweat from his abs coat your back.

‘Mm- mm, fuck.’ You let him bottom out in your cunt with a glazed over expression. You drooled onto his claws and let him pump all of his frustration into your willing hole. ‘Mm… Miggy, ‘s- so good, mm—’

‘Guapo’ Miguel whined to himself. ‘Muy guapo… Estás tan mojado.’

‘W-What? I’m not that- wet—’

You whimpered as he pushed in deep, eliciting the most perfectly timed filthy squelch from your manic coupling. You felt slick sliding down your thighs to the floor. Miguel’s self-satisfied grunt made your cheeks burn. ‘Mojado’ he repeated in your ear.

He continued to thrust at just the right angle to get more of those sounds. He wanted to hear how wet you were, how wet and desperate he’d made you. You bent over and let him.

Without realizing you’d filled the entire office with signs of your passionate coupling. The echoes of two men grunting, groaning, cursing and begging combined with the violent slapping of wet skin into an erotic symphony, punctuated perfectly by the thick smell of sweat and cum.

Surrounded by this audio-visual cacophony, it was no surprise that you quickly felt your orgasm rising.

‘Ah… Okay, oka—MM—Okay I’m close, I’m close.’

You could feel the pleasure increasing to unbearable degrees, twisting and tightening your insides until you almost screamed. Miguel grunted with pride.

‘Okay, shh- you got it, go on, cum for me pretty boy, cum on my cock.’

‘F-Fuck—’

Miguel wasn’t as experienced as you’d expected, but lucky for you he lucked his way into finding just the right position. He drew back until his cock was angled at that soft ribbed spot on your cunt while his finger wrapped down and between your thighs, eagerly massaging your bottom growth.

He admired the way you squirmed and jolted, the way your muscles gripped him. He felt your ass clench and regretted, deeply, that he couldn’t spank it in this position.

‘Fuck, fuck—’

‘Come on, good boy, cum for me.’

His hips were thrusting desperately as his finger rubbed you out. Your toes clenched.

‘FUCK— fuck it’s so, close, please— YES—’

With a deep moan you finally climaxed. Your body shuddered and tensed as those orgasmic ripples turned your body into an absolute mess, your cunt clenching hard enough that your gushing cum squirted around his cock. Miguel let out a groan of relief.

‘Oh fuck- good boy, yes, yes, that’s it, cum for me.’

In the heat, the passion, Miguel broke. He bent over and utterly crushed you beneath his torso as his finger and shaft continued their manic work, and with a heavy breath he hissed into your ear. It was a territorial display with his teeth on your cheek, pushing you down. 

‘You’re mine’ he barked, barely audible over your dramatic whimpering. ‘You’re mine, you’re all mine.’

You didn’t reply. You were seeing stars, lightheaded from the rush of blood and abrupt tension. You laid yourself against the desk like a corpse as Miguel returned to thrusting right up to your navel.

The overstimulation caused you to grunt a few times, but you didn’t dare ask him to stop. The slightly painful jolts felt too good. Plus, you wanted something more: you wanted him to cum in you.

And god, so did he. Miguel’s mouth had fallen open and he was ramming his cock as deep and hard as he could, forcing the desk to creak beneath you. At one point you heard it snap. He was desperate for this one thing, this itch he had to scratch, this inescapable ingrained need to own you.

He wanted you stuffed. He wanted you filled. He wanted to know he was inside you when you stumbled home later tonight, secretly trying to squish your thighs together so it didn’t drip out and alert everyone to what he’d done to you.

With that mental image filling his head Miguel finally tipped. With a few more rapid humps, his cock throbbed and spurted those first, thick, heavy white ropes inside you.

‘MM- argh, YES—’

You jolted in shock as his claws dug into the desk, sinking into the wood like flesh. With each spurt he thrust deeper, and with each thrust he tore up the wood by your head.

But then, in the daze of being filled, you felt a sudden sharp stinging pain in your neck.

Miguel had given in, and he’d bitten you. He’d sunk his canines into your nape like a cat carrying a kitten, and as he filled you with his cum he filled you with his venom too. His eyes were glazed over, his nose flaring as he huffed hot air against the fine hairs at the base of your skull, and his hips were still pumping erratically to a finish.

You, at this point, were utterly out of it. Your vision was swimming, your limbs numb, and all you could feel at this point was his breath on your back and his thick seed now overflowing from your already stuffed hole.

It took Miguel a moment to come back to his senses, but when he did he retracted his teeth in horror.

‘Shit- shit! Are you okay?! Are you okay?’

Miguel unceremoniously pulled out to check you were still conscious, only to find your body utterly paralyzed. As he stepped back some animal part of his brain begged him to stand and stare, admiring with great arousal the way his cum looked dripping out of you, but his rational and deeply guilty conscience pushed him to instead carry your body to the nearby sofa.

‘Okay, okay, shit- he’s going to kill me when he wakes up- stay here, I’m going to get help.’

In a panic Miguel dragged on his boxers and rummaged through his pants for his watch. There was only one person he could call, but he didn’t exactly like it.

‘Lyla? Lyla, are you there?’

Miguel tried to keep his voice down as he urgently hissed for his assistant. Thankfully she popped in right away, perching on the edge of his wrist with her glasses down.

‘Hey boss! What are you—oh my god.’

Her glasses fell down her nose as her jaw dropped. Her eyes had fallen almost immediately on your naked, paralyzed body now splayed across the sofa, and as they began to roam she was greeted next by a nearly fully naked Miguel and an utterly destroyed office.

‘Are- boss are we burying a body?’ she hissed.

‘NO! No he- my friend- I need the antidote for my venom, please, ASAP’ Miguel hissed back. Lyla rolled her eyes up to stare him down. Beneath her curious gaze he quickly flushed.

‘Your friend?’ she repeated.

‘Yes, he- he is my physio.’

Lyla raised her eyebrows. ‘He’s your employee, friend, and he’s naked on the couch because—’

‘Because- because, none of your- business! Just bring the antidote!’

‘Right. Bring the antidote. For your venom. Which can only transfer via bite. For the naked man on the couch, covered in bite marks.’

Miguel was seething at this point. His nostrils flared as he glared her down.

‘I don’t know what you’re implying, Lyla—’

‘Look, either you tried to kill and eat him, or you fucked him! One of these is a felony, the other is just awkward. I’m just asking which it is so I know if I can joke about this later or if I’m gonna need therapy for the crime I helped you cover up. Did you try to eat him, or did you fuck him? Which one is it?’

Miguel sighed and lowered his head into his palm. ‘I didn’t- I didn’t, try to eat him’ he mumbled. That was the closest to telling the truth he was going to get, and thankfully that was enough for the smug little AI. She gave him a beaming smirk before shifting her glasses back into place.

‘Oo, peachy. Good for you, boss.' 

The little AI vanished amidst a barrage of abuse from Miguel.

Despite her teasing Lyla was true to her word. Within a minute a drone had arrived at the door carrying that precious needle, its insides filling with the only antidote to Miguel’s paralyzing venom. Miguel grabbed it as fast as he could to avoid being seen. He locked the door before hurrying to your side, and after a garbled apology in Spanish he shoved the needle into your neck.

For a few minutes nothing happened. You continued to lie in a state of dream-like awareness, drool pooling from your mouth into the sofa with eyes that saw nothing.

Miguel rocked back and forth on his ankles, his hands gripped together. ‘Come on, come on, please, please—’

‘FUCK!’

As the antidote finally settled in your veins you jolted up in a panic, a move so abrupt that you managed to topple off the sofa right onto Miguel’s anxiety ridden face. You both collapsed onto the floor.

‘ARGH! Argh fuck- I’m alive?! I’m alive! Ah, oh my god- I thought- ahh—’

‘Mierda- ¡Oye! I told you, it doesn’t- kill, it—’ Miguel got through the start of his self-righteous explanation before freezing, as he realized that your fiery eyes had turned on him. Your own nose flared as you sneered at him in disbelief.

‘You….’

You said it slowly as you rose, your finger now pointed at his face. Miguel tried desperately to avoid the temptation to gawk at your naked form as you hissed. ‘You- what, the fuck, man! You bit me?!’

Your anger was only exacerbated as you realized Miguel was, despite his earnest attempts, very overtly gawking at your naked and now cum-coated thighs. You reached out and grabbed him by the jaw. ‘WHAT- THE FUCK, MIGUEL?!’

‘I’m sorry! Mi rey, I’m sorry, just- I can’t control it, okay?! It’s an instinctual thing! I… Bite!’

‘Oh, and that makes it okay?!’

‘NO, just- I’m trying to explain!’ Miguel stammered. ‘Even if I’m just- by myself, I instinctively have to bite something, I was just… caught up in the moment.’

‘Caught up in the moment- jesus christ.’ You used your free hand to reach around and feel the deep puncture wounds on the back of your neck. ‘Are these permanent?'

‘I said I was sorry. You- actually, wait, no- no, you bit me early too!’ In his stubbornness Miguel aggressively pointed a claw at his shoulder, showing the little red indent of your teeth. You flushed violently.

‘That was… That’s not the same!’

‘How?’

‘How- what do you mean, how?’

‘I mean how is not the same?!’

As Miguel wrenched his head from your hand you resorted to grabbing his neck, a gesture he returned. Soon you had each other by the throat, teeth bared and eyes wild.

‘I- bit you because I was—’ You stammered on the admission as Miguel hissed. ‘Because you were horny, and you instinctively wanted to bite me’ he said slowly. You leaned in and bared your teeth right back.

‘You fucking—’

You both froze.

You were nose to nose, still naked and sweaty and hot, now down on the carpeted floor of your office. You panted into each other’s mouths.

All over again, to your horror, you felt your insides throb and tighten. You saw his eyelids droop.

You didn’t even need to tease him this time. His lips hit yours, and without a word you surrendered to what you knew would be another round of mind-blowing angry sex.

You just hoped he at least wouldn’t bite you this time.

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[wudlund]

GROWING UP LEGACY CHALLENGE

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| by wudlund

i wanted to create a legacy challenge that focusses on the parent-child relationship and how that impacts their adult life. (i know growing together would be the perfect pack for this challenge, but i can't afford it rip)

-> this has not been playtested so pls let me know if anything is too difficult or doesn't work :)

-> included packs: get to work, outdoor retreat/jungle adventure, city living, get together, seasons, cats & dogs, discover university, high school years, parenthood, strangerville, island living, paranormal stuff, snowy escape, cottage living, nifty knitting, eco lifestyle (if you don't have a pack, just exclude that part of the challenge)

-> for each generation, they should complete their aspiration, master any skill(s) i've outlined, complete a collection and master their career (if relevant) the recommended world is only my opinion, you do not have to live there :)

-> whenever 'parent' is mentioned, i mean the founder/heir before as some generations do not specify a spouse (they are secondary characters here, babes)

GEN 1: The Parental Scriptures

You grew up hopping between various foster parents and children’s homes. You vowed to adopt as many children as you could handle as an adult and make them feel as loved and welcome as possible. Incorporating your passion for writing, you write novels about each of them throughout their lives.

Traits; Family Oriented, Childish & Good

Aspiration; Big Happy Family

Career; Writer

Collection; Postcards (recieved from grown up children living in different locations/worlds)

Max Skills: Parenting & Writing

Recommended World; Henford-on-Bagley

Start as a Young Adult

Have an 8 sim household (can be a single parent for ‘hard mode’ or married), adopting 6/7 children

Write 6/7 books (corresponding with however many children you have)

Name each book after the child that it's about

Hire a nanny to help with the children

Celebrate every holiday fully (e.g. decorate to the max)

Help children with homework and interact with them as much as possible

Take lots of pictures of each child at each life stage (e.g. toddler, child) and decorate your house with them

Go on holiday to a vacation world every summer with all your children

Buy all grandchildren a toy for their first birthday (aging up into an infant)

Don’t die before becoming an elder (this will be important later !)

GEN 2: The Malevolent Amalgam

Growing up, you despised your parent. They were so overbearing and involved in your life, something burned inside you. You channelled your rage into criminal activity and found a love for experimental dishes. You hatched a nefarious plan to get revenge on the parent that you hated so much.

Traits; Evil, Mean, Hates Children

Aspiration; Public Enemy

Career; Criminal

Max Skill; Mischief

Collection; Experimental Food Photos (inspiration for murderous plan)

Recommended World; San Myshuno

Have 2 best friends in childhood who you pull pranks with

Skip school/play hooky regularly

Have a child by accident with someone who is similar to your parent (at least 2 of the same traits)

Have one child who you are very distant from

Have other parent of child die by cowplant or denizens pond ("accidental")

Never celebrate holidays (cancel them when they start or remove from the calendar -> however you may want to keep them for future generations)

Instead, go on vacation to any vacation lot without your child or partner

Learn Pufferfish Nigiri

Kill parent with dish

When your child moves out, give them 1200 simoleons

GEN 3: The Questioned Innocence

Throughout your childhood, you were very close to your grandparent, who died under very mysterious circumstances. Once you were old enough, you dedicated your life to investigating the death of your grandparent, finally finding out the truth. You begin to wish you’d never started investigating.

Traits; Genius, Loyal, Paranoid

Aspiration; Strangerville Mystery

Career; Detective

Collection; Fossils (clues about grandparent's death)

Max Skill ; Logic & Medium

Recommended World; Strangerville

Start with 1200 simoleons (after purchasing lot)

Keep the toy/soft toy from your grandparent for the rest of your life

Have 3 children

Buy them all a newer version of your favourite toy (different swatch)

Live on a remote lot (to avoiding your investigation being detected)

Complete the Strangerville Mystery

Confront and fight your parent in adulthood and have max negative relationship when they die

Contact your grandparent from beyond the grave and have them move into the household as a ghost

GEN 4: The Sidelined Affinity

Your parent loved you but never had much time for you, being so absorbed by their work. You maintained a positive relationship with them, but decided to take your life in a different direction. Beginning freelance work at the start of your adult life, you quickly realised animals had your heart.

Traits; Cat Lover, Dog Lover, Clumsy

Aspiration; Friend of the Animals

Max Skills; Veterinarian & Dog Training

Collection; Feathers (mementos of your pets)

Recommended World; Brindleton Bay

Meet someone as a child and date through your teen years until the start of young adulthood

Regularly get boba tea with your pets

Always have one cat and one dog in the household

Work in any freelance branch you choose through young adulthood

Have one child by accident in young adulthood

Buy a vet clinic on your birthday into adulthood (cheat for money - it's a gift from your parent)

Adopt another child later

Marry a spellcaster as an elder and become a spellcaster yourself

Take in your grandchildren after their parent dies

GEN 5: The Regimented Defense

You grew up seeing how unattached and careless your parent was. You hated it. Life is meant to be structured. There are rules. You always knew you were destined for bigger, better and more organised things.

Traits; Hot-Headed, Perfectionist and Proper

Aspiration; Bodybuilder

Max Skills; Fishing (only peaceful time in your life)

Career; Military

Collection; Fish

Recommended World; Oasis Springs

Join the Scouts as a child and get all trophies

Marry childhood sweetheart in early young adulthood

Have 2 children, use strict parenting methods

Sign both children up for after-school clubs

Both children must earn Good Manners trait from childhood

Set an early curfew for both children

Mount one of each fish you catch

Your spouse has an affair in adulthood and elopes with their partner

Have the workaholic lifestyle

Die in adulthood (you can cheat this to be any death - like dying on duty)

GEN 6: The Detached Secrecy

You learned early in life how unpredictable and fleeting life is and how futile attachments are. You decided to never allow yourself to get tied down and live life as meaningfully and freely as possible. Any commitment scared you, leading to you exploring all corners of life and finding out what it truly means to live.

Traits; Adventurous, Noncommittal, Loves Outdoors

Aspiration; Serial Romantic /Live Fast

Collection; Frogs (exception to the rule of 'no attachments')

Career; Secret Agent

Max Skill; Rock Climbing

Recommended World; Mt. Komorebi

Do not complete your aspiration as a child (can be any aspiration)

Complete the Live Fast aspiration as a teen

Drop out of High School early and move out of your grandparent's house

Never marry, date different people sporadically (never for longer than a week)

Have triplets - you will probably have to cheat this :)

Give them names beginning with the same letter or names that are very similar

When one child demonstrates an interest in fame, actively discourage them

Have a frog that you are a little bit too attached to

Retire and move worlds (must be a different climate to one you were living in - e.g. mt. komorebi to sulani)

GEN 7: The Unsatisfied Luxury

You actually might have had the most average, normal childhood ever. One of three children, you didn't even have individuality to your name. Nothing spectacularly out of the ordinary. Although, you never did find out what your parent’s career was… probably something normal, right? You set your sights on something a little less ordinary. You wanted to be rich.

Traits; Materialistic, Self-Absorbed, Ambitious

Aspiration; Fabulously Wealthy/Admired Icon

Max Skills; Charisma & Dancing

Career; Retail Store Owner

Collection; Crystals (imagine they are rare jewels etc.)

Recommended World; Del Sol Valley

Have lots of friends as a child/teen

Be Prom Queen

Work on the Admired Icon aspiration as a teen

Own a retail store, selling very expensive items

Become famous (at least Rank 4)

Have 4 children with a big celebrity

Own a fancy dog (e.g. poodle, bichon frise, pomeranian)

Have a messy divorce from the parent of your children, fighting regularly

Lose relationships with children

When you die, have no strong relationships (no more than acquaintances with anyone)

GEN 8: The Inspired Modesty

You got to see first hand what a life of money and fame does to a person. You knew you wanted something more modest, finding your purpose in life through painting. You had a turbulent family life growing up, so you channelled those feelings into paintings.

Traits; Art Lover, Gloomy, Lactose Intolerant

Aspiration; Master Painter

Max Skills; Painting & Cross Stitching

Career; Painter

Collection; Seashells (you find beauty in everything, no matter how small)

Recommended World; Sulani

Buy most of your clothes via thrifting

Join the cheer team but move to the football team later in high school

Live on a 20x15 lot

Dumpster dive for furniture etc.

Use the recycler for trash

Sell your work on Plopsy

Find your soulmate at work (also a painter)

Have 2 science babies

Have close relationship with only your first child

Paint portraits of your spouse and children

Make cross-stitched hoops as gifts for your children's birthdays

Have spouse die just after second baby is born

Never remarry

Heir must be the second child

GEN 9: The Broken Machinery

After your parent's death, you detached yourself completely from your family, swore off relationships and delved into your studies. Your remaining parent tried to connect with you but you felt incomplete, missing someone you never knew.

Traits; Genius, Geek, Socially Awkward

Aspiration; Computer Whiz/Whiz Kid

Collection; Voidcritters (as a child)

Max Skills; Rocket Science & Robotics

Career; Engineer

Recommended World; Britechester

Complete the Whiz Kid aspiration as a child

Join the Chess Club in High School

Have one best friend growing up (never speak again after school ends)

Attain Distinguished Physics Degree from Foxbury Institute

Meet another friend at university

Get a cat after leaving university

Be friends for at least 2 months before starting romantic relationship (fearful to lose them like you lost your parent)

Have a child together in late adulthood

Your partner must be revealed to be an alien after you become romantically involved

Build rocket ship

Travel to sixam with your partner

GEN 10: The Last Hurrah

You admired your parent for being so skilled and intelligent but you just weren’t up for that. To be honest, you didn’t have the energy for it. You never aspired to much but you were happy.

Traits; Lazy, Cheerful, Unflirty

Aspirations; Party Animal/Joke Star

Max Skills; Charisma & Comedy

Collection; Gardening (have a little herb garden)

Career; Odd Jobs

Recommended World; Henford-on-Bagley

Go to prom with your best friend

Have a games room in your house

Never marry but have multiple long term relationships

Have no children

Have a big dog

Have lots of close friends and party with them regularly

Create and maintain a club

Attend the Henford-on-Bagley village fairs (you do not have to compete, just engage with it)

Visit every bar and have a drink in every world at least once (like a pub crawl)

Have the people person lifestyle

Live on the same lot the founder lived on (the house may be different)

if you play this, pls use the #growing up legacy challenge tag so i can see your posts <3 - essie xo

#growing up legacy challenge #gulc #ts4 #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy challenge #wudlund #new legacy #legacy challenge #new legacy challenge

[lu-vin-it]

Safe and Sound

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Baby Momma AU M.List

Summary: How you and Ellie first met, and how you and Ellie started dating.

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Word Count: 1,284

Warnings: They smoke weed while underage

A/N: Ty to @stqrluvr for proofreading this!! Ily!!

This is apart of the Baby Momma Au but can be read as a stand alone fic.

Your Father was a Firefly like Tommy when they both met. They became friends quickly, and eventually both expressed how much they disdained being a Firefly. So they grabbed you and left. None of you knew where you were going, but they had to get out. 

They met Maria and her Father in Jackson soon after leaving and they graciously took you all in. Your Father, Tommy, and Maria built the town into what it came to be known as. The three were inseparable. 

Unfortunately, your Father died five years after you arrived, when you were fourteen. Tommy and Maria were quick to take you in, but his death was the start of the worst period of your life. 

You didn’t talk to anyone for months. It was as if your soul was ripped away when he died. Eventually though, you started leaving the house again, and trying to get out more, even talking to Maria and Tommy.

One day, you went to the dining hall like usual when you saw Tommy and Maria sitting with two strangers, a man, and a girl your age. You grabbed your food and planned on sitting alone before being called over by your guardians. You begrudgingly walked over.

“Joel, Ellie, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my brother Joel, and his.. ward, Ellie!” You give a small, curt, smile before sitting down and eating quietly. 

“Listen.. I’m grateful for your hospitality and all.. but it’d be nice to have a moment here. Maybe just family.” Joel grumbled towards Maria, sparing a glance at you too which made you sink into your seat. Tommy puts his arm around you and holds Maria’s hand. 

“Well.. Maria and Y/N are family.” 

“Oh shit! Congrats!” Ellie exclaims, she then hits Joel’s shoulder. “Joel, say congrats.” 

“Congrats.” He says with a sigh. “So.. Is she your daughter then?” Joel nods to you. Maria shakes her head. 

“Y/N’s Father was another founder. He died.. recently. We took her in.” The table goes quiet, you felt as though you could have exploded right then and there.

“Well.. how about a tour?” 

You walk besides Maria as her and Tommy tell the two newcomers about the community. 

“We settled here about seven years ago. Was just a handful of us back then.” You pretty much zoned everything else out as you walked. You only really tuned in when you got to the horse stables. Ellie was very excited about Shimmer, the youngest horse. 

“That’s Shimmer.” Ellie reaches out to pet her and you walk up beside her, putting Shimmer as well. 

“Shimmer, you’re so beautiful.” The brunette girl says to the horse. You smile to yourself, letting said smile disappear as soon as it comes.

“Well, I suppose they’re gonna want to take some showers.. get cleaned up.” They nod. “Y/N, why don’t you take Ellie back to the house and show her the shower? Would you mind letting her borrow some clothes too?” You shake your head. 

“C’mon.” You mumble as you start walking away from the adults. 

“So.. why are you so..” She holds her hand up to her chin. “Has anyone ever told you that you remind them of a vampire?” You scrunch up your face and stop. 

“Huh?” 

“You’re just kinda.. stoney. Stoned.” She giggles. “Wait. Are you stoned..?” Her face suddenly goes serious. You raise an eyebrow. 

“Are you?” 

“I asked first.” 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Oh. I’m not either.” You both continue walking. “So um.. What do you do for fun?” 

“I like comic books.” She gasps.

“Like Savage Starlight?” You smile and nod. “I love those comics! Do you have any?” 

“I have volumes 1 and 2. What about you?” You gave yourself a mental high five for engaging in the comics. 

“No way I have 3 and 5!” You gape at her. 

“Can I read them?” 

“Can I read 1 and 2?” 

It’s safe to say that you and Ellie were fast friends. You spent every second together until she left, and when she got back, even though she was sort of depressed, you cheered her right up when you told her Tommy found volume 4. 

You were best friends throughout your first relationships, hers being Cat and yours being a very brief situationship with Dina. 

“Y/N. Y/N. Cat kissed me.” Ellie holds your shoulders for support due to her literally buzzing with energy. You gape at her. 

“No way. Dude. Dina kissed me!” Her jaw drops. 

“We both got kissed at the same time!?” You nod. 

“We are actually platonic soulmates.” Ellie nods and points to you in agreement. 

And you were together through the breakups, too.

“Dina is blowing me off for Jesse.” Ellie’s shoulders sink. 

“No. Really?” You rub your nose. She sighs and wraps her arm around you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You deserve better than that.” 

A month later Joel knocked on your door and asked you to come over, that Ellie was locking herself in her room, and she wouldn’t talk to him. You grabbed your bag and ran to their house. 

She let you in pretty quickly. Her puffy eyes told you everything you needed to know. You locked the door behind you and opened a window before pulling out a few pre rolled joints from your bag. You offer it to your best friend and she accepts it immediately. 

After you were done with one joint, you finally asked her. She broke down. 

“She.. Cat.. We.. we broke up.” You sigh. 

“What can I do to help?” She slowly wraps her arms around you and cries into your shoulder. “I got you.” You whisper, rubbing circles into her back with your thumb. 

When you started forming crushes on each other, everyone could tell. Okay not everyone, you guys were as clueless and clueless could be. 

You weren’t really sure what it was that made you so nervous today. You had been in Ellie’s room a thousand times, you had done this exact thing at least a hundred times, nothing was different, so why was your stomach full of butterflies? Why was your heart racing whenever Ellie would glance at you? Why did you get embarrassed everytime she caught you staring? Why were you staring in the first place? It took at least five hangouts for you to realize what it was; you were forming a crush on her. 

For Ellie, she knew the second she started falling. She caught herself staring at your lips a little longer than a friend would and knew it was over. She tried to distance herself but gave up on that pretty quickly, deciding that she was going to let what was going to happen, happen. She even promised herself that she would let you lead the relationship, if there was to be one. 

And you did. The second you realized you had a crush on her, you went over and told her.

“Ellie, I love you and I love our friendship a lot, it means so much to me, so I think it’s best that we tell each other everything and I think that you deserve to know that.. Uh.. I have a crush on you.” You look at your feet. “I don’t expect anything from you—“ You're cut off by Ellie planting her lips on your own.  Her hand rests on the back of your head, and yours wraps around her waist. You smile into the kiss. You separated a few seconds later. “So.. Do you wanna go on a date then? I have some pretty good cooking skills.” She smiles. 

“I’d love that. Any day, please just name the date.” You grin at her eagerness. 

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#ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x reader #the last of us x reader #ellie tlou x reader #tlou x reader

[shuobox]

Heyyyyy *twirls my hair as i make your happy canon life doomed by my narrative *

God. Rewrite aiden in my au. Where do i start w him

In my little rewrite version, he's like. His entire life is doomed from the start. Grew up with a neglectful and pushy family where he felt constantly scared and weak in, making him seek control in other parts of his life (why he's so aggressive and rude, later becoming outright violent)

During sky city, it's Lukas who's fighting against him on the bridge, and after a struggle and Aiden's whole shpeel about Lukas abandoning them (aiden, maya, gill) like nothing for the new order of the stone

Anyway . Copper golems (that belong to the founder) appear and latch onto the guy's legs, and yk the storm during that bridge scene? Yeah. The dude gets struck by lightning with the force of five dying neuron stars and then just... wobbles back and forth.... before the copper golems let go, and he falls off the side into the water

While the blazerods are stuck in Sky City as it is being rebuilt on the ground they find an opportunity to break out and they book it to the portal, get lost for a little bit in the Atlas (remade portal hallway. Imagine those images of like, illusion staircases where gravity is weird. And theres stairs and halls full of portals wherever you look. Like that.) And they pass into like the worst possible place ever that is just CRAWLING with illagers

They get trapped, thrown in jail, tortured a wee bit before maya and gill are taken dor experimentation and Aiden was supposed to be the next (his arms were already cut off, and he saw what became of maya and gill after they got experimented on) but two new arrivals were found so they decided to stop temporarily

I AM NNNOT going to continue the story from there . Because it includes another character and an oc i want to like. Build up towards

In any case, skipping ahead like a few pages when aiden manages to get out and is now travelling with 2 people (one of which is more than happy to use him as bait or a human shield), guy really just wants his arms back and feels stupid and scared without. Arms. Hes losing hope UNTIL they get to a certain dimension with a city full of these advanced redstone-loving folk

In aiden's endless luck they get into the equivalent of the black market and they find people willing to give aiden new limbs for free IF he agrees to the terms and conditions

... the terms and conditions were "we can freely experiment on ur ass for as long as we want :3" and thats. Yeah thats what the tinkerers did. They were super proud of themselves and even slapped on their logo on him

Aiden is completely useless at walking and using his mech spider legs for a long while till he eventually manages to grasp it enough to keep going. Hallelujah !! He eventually gets time to process everything that happens to him lol (he feels miserable for a while)

Other hcs down here vv

- enjoy embroidery. He's kind of shabby at it, but it takes his mind off of things. He also writes small anthology stories in a wee stolen journal he makes up when his mind drifts

- The jacket he's wearing is stolen, lmao

- when his jaw was ripped out and replaced, so was his teeth; they make a loud clank noise if he snaps his teeth. Like a beartrap!! Also a strong bite strength

- i like to think he made a small makeshift funeral for maya and gill despite having nothing of them. It helped him cope a lil

- is surprisingly kinder to kids who aren't like, loud, or overly annoying.

- misses having hands sometimes (misses being able to hold pencils normally, or feeling the fur of animals, or warmth and cold, or holding things, etc etc...)

- Loves fighting without a weapon in stupid amounts. He'll scrap w a skeleton for fun, and it's even easier with his edward scissorhands ass implants. The reason his jacket has that fire charge burn is because he got distracted with "playing" w a ghast

- in a similar fashion, likes play-fighting (i say play-fighting, but i mean like, full-on blood and bruises but without ill intent when i say fighting)

His fav mobs are creepers. Has attempted to get close to one before. In addition, really likes the nether as well.

- Given he can't yell as much anymore (though he will still be the loudest man on earth if something scares him) (think incyn from neocranium streams), he's overly condescening and sarcastic instead.

- His right pupil is all janked up because his face got slashed; the reason why was because he was trying to fight off the illagers that were taking Maya + Gill. Still believes he could've tried harder.

- occasionally loses sleep either because of adrenaline, stress, nightmares, or just because of his already abysmal sleep schedule.

^ not a morning person.

- is, in fact, still super competitive and will brag about any victory ever. Still learning not be a sore loser (its a work in progress, but its there)

- has dark humour in the sense he'll try and joke about things in the worst moments, also a bit grim or rude in the same way. He'll laugh about stupid shit in general, though.

^ when he laughs loud enough and for too long, steam will also come out his jaw vents/mouth (not to the same amount if he was to scream and overload his throat implant, its lighter and not as obtrusive)

- has a really good knack for stealing things and negotiating with traders. He likes doing it, too. He feels awfully proud of himself when he manages to pull it off.

- His little antenna thing at the side of his head emotes (whirrs up and down or twists slightly from side to side. Think warrior cat fanart or something.)

- can come off as rude (and he is, dont get me wrong), but sometimes it is just genuinely being blunt or like, brutally honest with his thoughts. He doesn't even do it intentionally, it just becomes a reflex lmfao

- Will ramble on about the history and art and process regarding architecture if he can. He'll get embarrassed about going off on a tangent for so long and will shut up but like a couple months later he will absolutely start up again

- likes using his mech spider legs to skewer zombies. Morbid stress relief, but it's still mildly satisfying to him.

- has a really bad fear of storms after the whole sky city thing; it makes him have what is essentially flashbacks to everything to the bridge fight and after it (aka, deaths of his previously closest friends). Feels similarly to copper golems and will like, discreetly knock them over or push them away using his mech-spider legs

- wont admit it for the life of him but actually really enjoys feeding birds. Wont say it because he feels like thats something people over the age of 60 do when they're having a late-life crisis.

- easy to annoy thanks to his temper

(Next design will be of a certain .,.. pumpkin-related lady ....)

#mcsm #minecraft #minecraft: story mode #mc:sm #MC:SM #MCSM #mcsm aiden #aiden mcsm #MCSM Aiden #Aiden MCSM #mcsm aiden redesign #mcsm redesign #MCSM redesign

[amburgundy]

📩 Simblr question of the day: What is the longest you have played with one sim/household/legacy for?

answer in whatever way is most comfortable for you and feel free to share this SQOTD around, make sure to use the hashtag SQOTD and tag me in separate posts ~ 💛

This question was contributed by an anon !

easily the hammings. i made a legacy founder when late night came out so that my sim would marry matthew hamming and have been playing them since! Here's Joanna & Cashmere, 2 out of 3 triplets that I've been playing somewhat rotationally- but Joanna is technically the heir! She's the one that was woohooing her ex in a beach bathroom shower when her dad died rip. the third sib is named Veronika but she's currently living her rockstar dreams go veronika (i don't play her as much)

thank u for the ask!

#asks #ts3 gameplay #ts3 #amburgundy #thehammings

[divinelycrazy]

I feel restless, so I choose to follow my true nature and post some "fun" facts about greek mythology and its pantheon, enjoy.

Fact 1- Nyx, the primordial goddess of night & Erebos, the primordial god of darkness, have 2 children that are the complete opposite of their parents. Hemera, the primordial goddess of the day & Aether, the primordial god of light.

Fact 2- Helios, the Titan of the sun & and Selene, the Titan of the moon, have a sister. Eos, the Titan of the dawn.

Fact 3- Hades actually did almost cheat on Persephone, twice. The almost is because Persephone shut them down before anything could happen. RIP Minthe.

Fact 4- One of Nyx's children is Philotes, who is pretty much the goddess of friends with benefits.

Fact 5- Every single one of your ten fingers has an individual Greek deity associated with them. No, I am not joking.

Fact 6- Unsurprisingly, Hera's marriage to Zeus is completely without her consent. She never liked him, and especially didn't want to marry him.

Fact 7- Immediately after being born herself, Artemis helped her mother Leto give birth to Apollo.

Fact 8- After ascending to Olympus, Herakles got married to Hebe, the goddess of youth. And before you ask, yes, she is also his half-sister.

Fact 9- Historical research shows that Persephone existed and was worshipped as an underworld deity long before Hades existed.

Fact 10- Aeneas, the mythical founder of the Roman empire, was a son of Aphrodite/Venus.

Fact 11- Harmonia, the goddess of harmony, is the daughter of Ares, the god of war.

Fact 12- The Nemean lion, the Chimera, and Cerberus are siblings. Their parents are Typhon, the king of all monsters, and Echidna, the queen of all monsters.

That's all for now. Do with this info what you want.

#greek mythology #the greek gods #ancient greek mythology #ancient greece #greece #greco roman #mythology #history

[sewerdad]

I’m so sorry but I think Tav is so much stronger then durge.

no because imagine you wake up on a Mindflayer ship and get a fucking parasite to the eye and then meet a bunch of people who have the same affliction so you all agree to work together right? BUT THEN it’s turns out almost every single one of the people you met have some kind of odd connection to the cult that implanted said parasite in your brain and now you’re responsible for everyone’s soul journey to escaping their past abuse while you’re just…a guy who happened to survive the crash and meet the right people.

like by the time you reach act 3 you’ve managed to piss off two gods, a lich queen, two archdevils, and a vampire with 7000 people in his basement. Everyone around is either preparing to fucking die on you, ascend to some kind of godhood, fight a horde of fucking people from their past or release their dad from the most irritating prison of all fucking time!

AND ON TOP OF IT ALL YOU HAVE THE MOST GRATING IRRITATING ASS BITCH CONSTANT YAPPING IN YOUR FUCKING EAR BEING CONDESCENDING ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO WHO HAPPENS TO BE MIND FLAYER THAT WAS ONCE THE CITYS FOUNDER AND ALSO WANTS TO FUCK YOU I GUESS?

I would’ve had no choice but to rip all the hair off my scalp I don’t care! At least with durge half the shit that’s going on is your fault in the first place so like the least you can do help out the people you’ve so utterly inconvenienced, but Tavs done doing to deserve this!

Justice for Tav

#I apologize everyone the emperor got mouthy with me after I tried to lie to him about the Raphael thing and it was my last straw #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 tav #the emperor

[layalu]

OC Summary

Woo look i'm finally making an oc intro post on here! This is def non exhaustive and a lot of these guys are old/inactive, but i tried to include the ones that are the most likely to come up xdd Might add more in the future, but this is them for now :]

[continues under the cut]

first of, some og kiddos! most of these originated in rpg/growing species groups on dA but are just unaligned ocs now

Dawn

the only exception to the above statement xd She's my avatar/mascot, essentially! There isn't much else to her honestly. Fun fact about her name origin though: My warriors.. sona, i guess? was called Morgenröte, or Dawnlight when i used her in english contexts, so Dawn's name is a callback to that c: I also considered naming her Morgan as a reference to "Morgen"

Kiran

Used to be a very spunky kid before Trauma TM happened and depression beat her ass. She's been getting better though! Used to be best friends with Lacrima but they've since grown apart. Loves animals and started working on Sam's farm partime.

Lacrima

Smart, self-sufficient, maybe a liiittle fucked up by when she god hellbent on vengeance oops. Lost her closeness with a bunch of her childhood friends during that time. Still a bit all over the place but has found she enjoys administrative work.

Noé

Local theatre kid, and a freelance artist. Which art? That changes with the wind. He has trouble committing to things but that's because so many things in this world are interesting!

Sam

Bit softie with abandonment issues. Loves his family and LARPing and his asshole horse named Sir Samuel II. Works on his farm full time but tries making as much time for his friends and family as possible. Childhood friends with Tumble.

Tumbleweed

A gentle giant who practically lives in the water. Life motto: motto: can't be disappointed by life if you don't expect anything! Works as a life guard and swim instructor. Childhood friends with Sam

Quentin

The swetest potato, but has trouble making friends. A casual but enthusiastic collector with a love for tinkering! Has a workshop together with Flora where he does repair work on mostly on non-mechanical things

Flora

Timid, but inquisitive and creative. Original founder of her now shared workshop which started as a mech repair shop and now entails "anything we can fix!"

Desertblaze

One of my oldest ocs! She's been (re)used a bunch and has been through some shit but always managed to keep finding beauty and love in life. She is. Very near and dear to my heart <3

Nightscar

Tbh i have not used him in a hot minute but i wanted to include him cos he's pretty u.u Also a very old oc; his og name was Schattenjäger (shadowhunter) lol. The first version of him drowned though rip.

Stormyrain

Another fave :] Spunky and full of wanderlust. Her cat version has been inactive for a long time but i love reusing iterations of her cos she is fun and i love her.

Kokosamu

Smug little shit who is equipped with an ego that is way too big for his tiny body. Despite this he is not as bad as he seems! Mostly. He does mean well.

Styrnlona

Big arms, big heart, big hopes. Grew up in a family of fishers and hopes to win lots of money at the coliseum for her family. Turns out that is Really Hard though.

Mikh'a

Is here to avoid responsibilities out of boredom and because adventurers get paid well, right? Well wouldn'tcha know, adventuring is dangerous! oops.

Ulhar

(Ex-)entertainer, professional bullshitter, and apparently a hero now? Ugh. Really just wants to get rid of the worm in her brain, please. Would love to say she doesn't care about anything but unfortunately for her she cares A Lot.

Jamie

The Cooler Sister, bestie of Cove, aspiring marine biologist. If you see me call her Stormy, it's because she is an iteration of Stormyrain xd

#short summaries are short but better than nothing! xd #maybe i'll add brief profile later #my ocs #my art #oc: dawn #oc: kiran #oc: lacrima #oc: quentin #oc: flora #oc: sam #oc: tumbleweed #oc: noé #oc: desertblaze #oc: stormyrain #oc: ulhar #oc: jamie #oc: koko #oc: styrnlona #oc: mikh'a #... i think that was all of them? xd

[typekiku]

TSUKIHIME FASHION REVIEW 3!!!

under the dark crimson moon, i write this newest entry of the much awaited much beloved tsukihime fashion review.

it's a duty i must carry out for the sake of the generations of lost sheep both before and after my time that have yet to truly appreciate the true depth of style that is contained within the single greatest visual novel known to mankind (according to me)

yet, i feel as if i am not doing my duty to its fullest... how can i possibly adequately sum the glory of todays fashionista? how can i dare attempt to sum that up?? no! i cannot waver in my faith in my incredibly lacking writing skills nor fear people figuring out this barely has anything to do with fashion... I WILL PERSEVERE!!

on with the show as the youth say!

(SPOILER ALERT: i should mention ill probably end up spoiling a shit ton of oghime and whatnot here so watch out)

so without further ado todays subject is:

drum roll

MORE DRUM ROLL

thanks uhh whatever you are from

MICHAEL ROA VALDAMJONG

yes the one and only roa

BROA

the legend himself, the Serpent of Akasha, Uroboros, the founder of the burial agency, the infinite reincarnatior, and professional Arcueid simp.

we have gathered here today to judge his design and uh fashion ig and whatever else i feel like ranting today about.

lets get right to it.

look at this dude all shirtless and shit like cmon so shameless... cover em up damn. seriously tho this man has a thing for showing off his (or should i say others) bodies like you will see soon.

i guess this comes down to him enjoying the freedom of being fully in control of whatever body he is currently occupying actually?

maybe this is some super deep look into the merits of semi nudism or whatever idk im not smart.

probably takeuchi just wanted an excuse to draw some seriously ripped abs actually i mean this might seriously be the most abby abs we ever see in any TM work. its fucking shredded and roa probably knew that. weirdo

on the flipside that majestic hair is simply incredible. DAMN thats some 10/10 hair. only other hair in this series that compares is my wife arcueid's long hair before her mean little (Older actually but idc) Altrouge got all mean and shit.

umm who is this? what happened to my incredible haired roa?? TAKEUCHI WHERE ARE YOU??? someone please give me back long haired roa... this isnt funny...

do you see what we lost? long gorgeous haired roa should've stayed and im genuinely upset we lost him to this admittingly much better dressed roa. im ashamed of you serpent of fraudkasha

fr tho where tf did he even get this rockstar ass drip anyways? we know SHIKI has been locked up in the outside house for awhile before released thanks to a certain maid... did he just drop by the local hot topic or whatever? did he manifest it through sheer willpower and arcueid simpery?

understandable tbh i too acheive things through arcueid simpery such as dirty stares and social exclusion!!

for reference, here is SHIKI

yea

i guess he just uhh changes him which in hindsight is really fucking sad to think about so lets not

uhh ANYWAYS

ok so ignoring ciel on the right elesia or should i say roa decides the very first thing hes gonna do in poor elesias body is to strip it naked

huh?

yea roa is definitely a weird one. no wonder the other ancestors hate him (besides nero because he is #HIM)

sick cape tho

why is he so hot here actually? what the hell? i underestimated his looks like damn

no really why is he so hot anyways he should look like an absolute freak like he actually is. i see you roa. i see you got that long braid wrapped around your neck like damn son... you may have fallen in love with a literal killing machine and never even got to speak to her till the very very end but i see you.

rizzless bastard.

well thats enough from me so ill drop this classic mahoyo line because i found it very funny without context.

ciao!

#type moon #tsukihime #roa #broa #serpentofakasha #arcueid brunestud #ciel #shiki

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 30/01/2024

Trial of the Heart

Season 3 Featured on: Now That's What I Call Quality!

Ripped by ShonicTH

In a few posts on here, such as on Medley Rush #7 and Sidelined Symphony, I've brought up and discussed the idea that certain rippers on SiIvaGunner feel immensely recognizable even without knowing the credits of who made what. A big part of SiIvaGunner's appeal from the start was that this mass output of rips of varying quality was pretty secretive about who was behind what, and only the fans who care enough to download the team's album releases (or check the Wiki) would be made aware of the rippers' identities. I'll wholly admit that, despite being a self-proclaimed SiIvaGunner loremaster, it took me until around the middle of Season 4 Episode 1 to actually begin paying proper attention to all of the behind-the-scenes workings. Even whilst I was in the dark in a lot of ways, though, there were a few names I was still keenly aware of through their notoriety and frequent mentions in the YouTube comments. There was channel founder Chaze the Chat, there were the shitpost legends like BotanicSage, Triple-Q and toonlink - and then, there was ShonicTH.

Out of the two dozen or so rippers that have stayed actively participant in SiIvaGunner since the very early days of Season 1, ShonicTH has always stuck out as particularly memorable to me for a lot of ways. While I comment on l4ureleye's stylistic traits as a ripper, or the various ways that Chaze the Chat would sneak his affection for Maroon 5 into half the projects he worked on, ShonicTH's legacy on the channel is comparatively pretty simple. The dude just loves Kingdom Hearts.

From an absolute onslaught of rips in Season 1 that adds The Flintstones or Snow Halation to music all across the Kingdom Hearts franchise, to his literal sole contribution to the channel in Season 7 being a rip of the exact same nature aptly titled Quickly meeting my yearly quota, ShonicTH's presence on the channel has since way back in Season 1 been immensely identifiable as just "the Kingdom Hearts guy". It reminds me of the rippers like Uncle Fill that I discussed in Violet Sky Memories - the ones where you get the feeling that, they enjoyed contributing to SiIvaGunner just to share their love of the game. And at this point, whenever I see anything Kingdom Hearts related on SiIvaGunner, be it individual rips, the Yoko Shimomura tribute album "Il settimo grande padre", seeing videos in SiIvaGunner's "Liked" playlist relating to the games, or whatever else it may be - it feels like its become a community-known truth that it can all be traced back to Kingdom Hearts.

And for a lot of these rips, particularly ones from Season 1, I don't really have much to say, other than that I'm really glad that ShonicTH is still having a great time doing what he loves for the channel. But in his vast resume of contributions, Trial of the Heart really stands out as a symbol of love above the rest - after two years of making edits to Kingdom Hearts music, it's a fully original composition by ShonicTH himself meant to emulate that very sound. And yeah, it definitely succeeds in its mission statement! Trial of the Heart sounds like an authentic battle theme from the series, althewhile sneaking in small, repeating chord progressions that sound suspiciously like the beginning to The Flintstones theme. Its reminiscent to A Battle of Grand Proportions in that sense, I suppose, as an original composition aiming to feel like a sort of battle theme for the SiIvaGunner channel itself - yet Trial of the Heart makes its one reference to the channel somewhat more subtle, and does mainly feel more like ShonicTH just testing himself on if he's able to make a song in the same style as the games he so loves.

For all the years I've followed SiIva, and for having been very much outside the core community for most of those, its always been sort of...reassuring, I suppose, to know that ShonicTH is still part of the team no matter what. Rain or shine, if there's rips to be made, ShonicTH still wants to contribute to show his love for Kingdom Hearts, and its clear to me that he's a dear friend to many on the team.

It is on the other side of your heart that the memory of this place exists. It is your heart that remembers.

#todays siivagunner #season 3 #siivagunner #siiva #ShonicTH #Kingdom Hearts #kh #kh music #kingdom hearts 3 #kh2 #kh1 #kh3 #yoko shimomura

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OH MAN the new Warriors book was so much

BIG SPOILIES BELOW THE CUT FOR WARRIORS: A STARLESS CLAN: THUNDER LOL

Previously on Warriors: protagonists 1 (Sunbeam of ShadowClan) and 2 (Nightheart of ThunderClan) are in love and have switched Clans multiple times to be with each other; they are dealing with anti-immigration sentiment from Sun’s mom and general rumblings of conflict amongst the Clans. Protagonist 3 (Frostpaw of RiverClan) is The Most Traumatized Teen Cat Ever, having been put in charge of choosing the new leader despite being the equivalent of a 15yo and then being trapped while her mother got eaten by dogs in front of her, and THEN having a traumatic vision of their dead deputy getting murdered, and THEN barely surviving a murder attempt on herself.

AND NOW series 8 book 4: THUNDER

Sun has followed Night back to ThunderClan, and is determined to stay there with him

(they’re honestly so fucking cute and like Night’s family adores her and accepts her immediately, it was super heartwarming! I love them what a good ship)

Her anti-immigrant mother is the most dramatic about this she could possibly be and barges into her new Clan’s camp to try to forcibly bring her back

(Clan camps are like hidden and you are NOT supposed to barge in uninvited, the mom is frankly lucky nobody ripped her apart)

Then later Sun learns that her mother is plotting a coup against the leader of ShadowClan, but is unable to stop her from calling for the leader’s removal at the monthly Gathering

and she’s like “I have the agreement of our medicine cat which is the terms of our new code of conduct to remove dangerous leaders!”

and the medicine cat is like “yes I agreed with her BUT it was so I could show how bad this new part of the code is. bc look this bitch just has a weird grudge and is weaponizing it, seems bad”

(very happy for Puddleshine fans tbh, he hasn’t really done anything as a character and this was fucking awesome)

MEANWHILE: Frost has decided she is better off assumed dead, and decides to seek advice from her ancestors. She gets cryptic info from RiverClan’s founder Riverstar and sets off on a vague journey after being told she will “have a companion you trust immediately”

(but not before almost dying of her wounds and being saved by a human vet, who also spays her, although she doesn’t know what that means. I do think we should neuter/spay feral cats but in this singular context where they have sentience this was a pretty fucked up thing to read!!!)

Frost also teams up with Night, who has mostly been caught up in helping guard the current leader (Bramblestar) and deputy (Squirrelflight) as they journey to consult StarClan about Bramble retiring so Squirrel can be leader

Bramble has severe PTSD and trauma from being possessed by a demon who was in love with Squirrel, Bramble’s wife, and was trying to destroy the Clans and drag Squirrel to hell to be with him. I have summarized this here if you’re curious

Anyway Night is mostly just a wife guy (positive) now it’s so fucking cute. BUT he runs into Frost and she’s like DON’T TELL ANYONE I’M ALIVE and he’s like ahhh geez okay and she’s like wait! I trust you! Come with me on this vague journey StarClan is sending me on! and he’s like but my wife :(((( but okay if StarClan wills it

They walk for awhile, get more clues, bond and become friends! Eventually they end up finding the park where Riverstar came from which is full of feral cats and Frost learns to meditate (a thing park cats do) to figure out how to save RiverClan

It is finally revealed to her that the cat who tried to murder her was this fun cool sexy cat she had a big crush on (Splashtail) and she’s like D: BUT I TRUSTED HIM NOOOOO

THEN she is given a vision of Splash killing the deputy as well - AND ALSO WE LEARN THAT HER DEAD MOM WAS BEHIND ALL OF THIS!!! Dead Mom wanted to become leader so bad she had a whole Scheme to manipulate Frost literally her entire life to become a medicine cat, then (maybe) kill the very old very sick leader, then (definitely) have Splash kill the deputy, then have Frost have a “vision” to make her the leader

also Riverstar confirms Dead Mom went to hell for this

(We haven’t had that many female villains, I am LIVING FOR THIS!!!!)

Frost is extremely traumatized by this obvs but she’s like we have to go back now!!!! before Splash takes over RiverClan and starts a fucking war!!!!!

They arrive IN THE MIDDLE OF AFOREMENTIONED ATTEMPTED COUP

but anti-immigrant mom gets thrown out of the Clans and runs off, swearing revenge

THEN! RiverClan announces they have appointed a new medicine cat, Frost’s uncle

(was he working with Dead Evil Mom??????? who knows!!!)

and Uncle says I have talked to Riverstar and he wants us to “make RiverClan strong again”

and for that we need our new leader, Splash!

Night says, Frost, we have to stop him!!!

end of book!!!!!!!

this fucking RULED. Sometimes like two important things happen in a Warriors book, in this one like EIGHT important things happened and it was amazing

#warriors hell

[welcometoteyvat]

no mere stone addendum: extras/easter eggs/long thoughts

thanks to everyone who's voted in the poll! it was made so i could decide which quote to add onto the 2nd poster <3

thanks to @laurellleaf and @zhongscara for commenting on my liyue film crew post <3 your input was v helpful :D

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[transcription: a mock movie credit box that reads: "Qixing Films presents, in association with Guili Assembly, a Glazed Moon Studios film No Mere Stone starring Zhongli Kun Jun Jiu. Costume designer Menogias, music by Madame Ping, edited by Ganyu, production designer Xianyun, screenplay by Yun Jin, story by Xingqiu & Hu Tao, produced by Ningguang & Keqing. Directed by Guizhong & Rex Lapis". there are several logos below and a PG 13 rating. The film is released on April 28. end transcription]

crew casting: it ended up being about a 50/50 split between liyue adepti and mortal characters—this was mostly a happy coincidence though! I remembered that Menogias canonically likes designing intricate outfits and also made Zhongli's clothes, so he's the costume designer instead of cloud retainer. since she's handy w mechanical things and inventions + has a sense of the arts and style (eg ganyu + shenhe), I put her on production designer instead. she'd probably be able to come up w some pretty inventive set designs I think. I was between madame ping, guizhong, xinyan, and yun jin for music—originally I intended to make the cast most/all adepti, so i'd decided against yun jin + xinyan. in the exquisite night chimes cutscene with madame ping and guizhong, ping was stated to value music's human expressiveness and emotion—and I thought that was more fitting for a movie composer!

originally i was going to have yanfei be editor LOL, since she's probably pretty detail oriented as a lawyer and able to do the fine tuning and editing of cuts/scenes—went for ganyu in the end, partly because she feels more connected to the rest of the crew, and also because the vibes of secretary and editor just fit together better lol. they're both one of those mostly under the radar jobs that don't get much attention but are really important to something's success. I added in xingqiu and hu tao as story writers pretty late; originally yun jin was going to do both story and screenplay, but I split it up and put them both on story after seeing the vision (below).

xingqiu's legend of sword flop combined with hu tao's reputation gives this hypothetical movie a greatly increased chance of absolutely tanking in liyue's box office!!!

keqing and ningguang are producers just because they're members of the qixing—originally guizhong was going to be a third producer but I bumped her to director later on (for a rather mundane reason: i was running out of space on that line). ok finally we've come to the directors. I thought it would be funny if rex lapis was listed as a director, given Zhongli has too many names and outfits. you can use your imagination to make this make sense in a real au :) guizhong getting added as co-director was also a nice thing that happened coincidentally—I found it neat to have the two founders of liyue as directors and kept it.

logos: I decided to go all in and slapped some designs together for qixing films and glazed moon studios! these were lowkey fun and they turned out pretty well honestly! quality is bad tho, i didn't make them full size or svg RIP

2 versions of the glazed moon studios logo—the 1st one is unused bc i decided against the way the m and o are joined together. tbh I don't know whether this looks enough like a logo for a movie studio instead of say, a perfume brand or high end pastry bakery, but it's good enough

the website is a fake but there is a real page at that link about ancient history school presentations

april 28 was the release date of the no mere stone quest! and pg13 is. idk warnings for character death i guess. and genshin is supposedly rated for people 12 and up so i went with that

concepts/process: originally I was going to have the entire thing be one poster:

the white stuff behind kun jun is supposed to resemble the white wisps of energy that he had near the end of the quest when he's close to disappearing. and I struck out his eyes because of the huge huge thing the quest had about Morax's gift of sight—his glasses, Zhongli as the sun to a blind dragon, I thought it was a fitting nod to that whole theme. overall tho this version was too cluttered, had no focus, and also didn't have enough room for a potential credits block. so i split it into two—one with the background, and added the small retuo in front, and another w kun jun and the credits. i think it worked pretty well!

and. 1 final version of the kun jun poster, with the alternate quote "if it is fated, Morax, we will meet again." you can see some of the old crew choices and logo designs—and Qixing Films was originally Celestial Films haha

oh! one last thing: take this transparent kun jun (and several others) for the road :)

#genshin impact #teyvat posts #genshin edit #retuo longwang #azhdaha #genshin graphics #zhongli #kun jun #ive never been this attached to an npc i think... he's a real one

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Bite to Bruise - 23

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: modern-fantasy mashup, werewolves, witches, monsters, romance, learning to trust, hurt/comfort, blood, violence, explicit sex, explicit language

The earlier parts can be found under the tag or over on patreon. <3

BITE TO BRUISE - CHAPTER 23.

Florian Blackwell, third blood of the glorious midnight Odinette, Founder and King of the Court of Fleur, original architect of the city of Blackwell, screamed.

Her rage echoed through the halls, making the mortal spoils run and hide, and her shades rush closer. That was the tie of blood. She had touched the body and soul of a midnight, could still remember Odinette’s gaze upon her. Florian’s fingers still moved at her sides, remembering long hours spent brushing and braiding her midnight’s hair. In the centuries since Odinette left, no other kiss or press of limbs had ever come close. Her veins sang the song of her midnight, a melody passed down through the line, getting quieter and quieter with each generation but always there.

And they came to her, despite how easily she could destroy them, because they felt her heartache, and the song in her blood drove them to reach for her, as though their hands could patch those wounds.

The shade that had brought her the news dropped to his knees and pressed his forehead into the floor beside her heel.

All she wanted was the woods. Was it so much to ask for?

“The car went off the road and they were ambushed by the dogs,” the shade at her feet continued, speaking into the hardwood. “They set the orchard and the vehicle ablaze. Soren is missing and the other two are dead,” his voice cracked on that last word.

Dead.

Truly dead.

Lost to them forever.

Florian shook with wrath. “It was a simple task!” A simple task that had lost her two forever and Soren for now. Soren was no fool. How had this happened? “Did the Ceres pack betray our deal?”

“No,” another shade in the room promised.

Florian swung her gaze to the woman and the other dropped to her knees. It was the anger that drove them down. Sometimes they went out of delight and sometimes out of a desire to please her, but tonight it was fear. Her hands trembled, wanting to lay waste to life. It was an old habit, built in an age when they thought blood would soothe. It never really did, but if they drank enough and killed enough, that they could feel tired for a time.

 “They were unhappy to hear the turn of events,” the brave little shade reported in her calmest voice.

Florian missed Soren already. Soren was very good at delivering bad news. Now she had to retrieve him, on top of everything else.

She ground her teeth and buried her hands in her hair to keep from lashing out, twisting and pulling as she screamed again. All she wanted was the woods. All she wanted was what was hers.

Why did it have to be on the fenrir side of the forest? Why couldn’t the things in the deep crawl out on her side?

There was something great and old hiding in that wood, stirring now and scaring the other things living there out toward the edge—toward the dogs.

She needed to get closer.

She clawed her nails down her face, ripping open skin, tearing at her eyes behind delicate lids. Even in the dark, she still saw Odinette, still felt her. How could she have left her like this? How could she go someplace that Florian could not follow? Was it a test? Was the test to wait or to chase? Was it her patience and loyalty or her tenacity and ruthlessness that Odinette wanted proof of? If she only knew… If she would only have said!

Her hand traveled down her neck to her chest, ripping open the silk of her blouse and digging in deeper.

The room filled with gasps and screams, but they were not hers anymore.

Shades flooded in, pressing around her, trying to pull her hand from where it clawed deeper, shredding muscle with nails and breaking ribs, trying to get to her heart—to the soul that was no longer seated there. She couldn’t die. She had tried before. Tried many times.

They sobbed around her, begging her for mercy even when it was only herself she turned on. They wrapped around her, pressing kisses and whispering promises to do her will, desperate to soothe her.

A strong hand wrapped around her wrist, fingers sliding along her bloody palm inside her own chest to lace with her fingers there and draw her hand slowly out.

Florian shuddered out a breath, feeling the song in his blood like the song in hers, their palms together. When she opened her eyes, she already knew which of her court held her hand.

Odinette had only made six shades, and four had died in the immortal wars. The rest of their great court branched off from Florian and Primrose, sixth blood of the glorious midnight Odinette, Prince and Champion of the Court of Fleur. He held her bloody hand in both of his, lifting it until her knuckles pressed to his lips, the infinite darkness of his eyes holding her gaze and calming the rising storm in her soul. “May my blood spill with your blood,” he whispered old words in an older tongue.

The ground seemed to settle under her, the world sliding back into place. He had said those words to her many times, on battlefields, ballrooms, gardens, and graveyards. Sometimes he said it with a grin, a promise to wade into every fight alongside her, and sometimes it was spoken while crying over their dead, a reminder that she would never bear her pain alone.

“Prim…”

He thumbed the blood off her healed face like tears.

She knew they were not in agreement about the woods. He did not think she should push for it and kick up a war with the dogs again, but that was because he was not convinced that Odinette was inside. But Florian could feel it. She was there.

“Soren cannot be killed by dogs. Rest assured he will be returned to us.”

She cupped his cheek, smearing her blood on his skin. “Prim?”

He nodded. “I will look into it myself. If the Countess of Blackwell, King of the Court of Fleur, wants those woods, who am I to ignore her wishes?” He smiled, wide-mouthed and long-toothed. He had always been a beautiful creature and that was why Odinette had named him Primrose all those ages ago. Or maybe it had been to disguise his sharp cunning... Florian did not remember, for she loved all of him the same.

-

Oscar stood at the window of his apartment, looking out at the city as the sun came up.

His window was frosted in a bloom of delicate ice along the corners. They would melt just as soon as the light of that rising sun reached him. The light always won.

So why had he chosen to work for shades in the dark?

Why hadn’t he realized what a mistake that was until it was too late?

He pressed a thumb into his palm, where Baron’s teeth had been. The wound was healed but it felt like he would never forget the fear. He needed a way out of the choices he had made.

And he knew he was looking at it, even if he hadn’t quite figured out how to use it.

Half of Ceres had gone dark, abandoned after the slaughter of Kai’s pack.

The Hayes had claimed it. Only the Hayes were far from Ceres. Yet, somehow, they had appeared in the middle of Kai’s territory without anyone knowing they were coming. No one had seen them arrive and no one had seen them leave, though plenty had seen them running through that side of the city, chasing the rest of Kai’s pack out.

Portalling was a rare skill but not completely uncommon. But to be able to take someone else through a portal? To hold one open and let a whole pack move through it? That was unheard of, the idea almost as absurd as that of a witch helping wolves.

No wonder everyone assumed Ever had just gone unnoticed—somehow slipping into that south-western part of Ceres without anyone knowing. There were even stories spreading about how he’d killed everyone on his way to Kai. Only, that couldn’t explain how the whole pack never felt him coming until it was too late.

Why would Bellamy help that pack? Was she trading favors or paying a debt? Was she really still in Dog Lands?

The frost melted when he wasn’t looking.

His nail broke the newly healed skin on his palm.

He had to find that witch before Baron.

#Bite to Bruise #House of Teeth Series #werewolf romance #werewolf x witch #monster romance #modern fantasy world #own world #own characters #<3 #romance #clover down #dominimoonbeam