#so if anyone knows who altered it please let me know so i can credit them!!

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

Fanfic Thieves on Youtube

A collection of youtube channels have been uploading preexisting fanfictions in videos with little to no credit to the original authors. These are not podfics, these channels copy-paste the fics into text-to-speech readers then upload the unaltered audio over static or unrelated backgrounds, either art that is also stolen or mobile game footage. In addition to not naming the authors, they alter the title to make it that much harder for readers to recognize or find the original uploads. Some go so far as to pretend they themselves are creating the fics in question. Many claim that their stealing actually helps give fics "exposure" despite the intentional steps they take to conceal the origins of the fics they profit off of. However, this practice has lead many authors to discontinue fics after the frustration of having their hard work stolen. Many of these channels claim they will remove videos upon request, but will either argue with the author in order to keep it up, or simply unlist the video for a time until they think the author isn't paying attention anymore. And their solution to receiving strikes against their channels in the past has been to further obfuscate the origins of their content instead of even considering asking first.

”I got caught stealing, so instead of not stealing anymore, I’m doubling down on stealing even more so it’s harder for people to find out and prove I’m stealing. Stealing doesn't count if the specific person I stole from didn't call me out. I am the real victim.”

That, plus the incessant tag scumming in all the videos (spamming unrelated tags in order to appear in more search results) proves to me that these are lazy attention seekers who don't want to put in creative effort when they could just leech off of the passion of others.

In order to report them, go to their channel's "About" page and click the flag icon. Said icon might be behind the three dots in the top bar on mobile. Go to "Report User" at the bottom and tick the "spam and scams" button. This will allow you to list multiple videos as offenders instead of reporting them individually. Youtube's policy states that video spam constitutes:

Massively uploading content that you scraped from other creators.

Auto-generated content that computers post without regard for quality or viewer experience.

If you recognize one of your fics among the stolen, say so in the additional comments box, and perhaps call out the channel directly in the video's comments. If you recognize someone else's fic, please let the original author know so they can report the channel as well. Many have been confronted for stealing previously and refuse to admit wrongdoing.

Most of what I've found has been My Hero Academia fics since that's my fandom and those are the ones I can recognize as stolen, but there are many other channels that steal from other fandoms, so I invite anyone and everyone to reblog this with their own findings.

The reality is that this extremely low-effort content and new youtube channels are both very easy to make, so most likely they'll start new channels once the ones on this list are run through. But hopefully, if we all work together and keep whacking these moles, perhaps we can instill that same defeatism they caused so many creators who didn't deserve it, and eventually they'll give up.

My sincerest thanks to everyone who helped bring additional channels to my attention. A special thanks to ao3 user InArduisFidelis who brought the initial attention to the issue, and @owlf45 whose work was stolen.

Links under the cut.

YurikoFanfics - Not only stole content, but acted in comments as though they were the one writing these stories.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@YurikoFanfics

What-IF-Anime - Has the exact same "disclaimer" about not being the original author as the one above. Either they're the same person or the thieves are stealing from each other.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@What-IF-Anime

quirkywhatif7 - Either an alt of the above, or all these people are talking to one another because this one made a community post identical to a comment the one above made in response to being called out (the above screenshots).

https://www.youtube.com/@quirkywhatif7/about

DekuFanfic - It's the same fucking guy again.

https://www.youtube.com/@DekuFanfic/about

InfiniteParadoxfanfics - Nothing notable, same deal as the others.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@InfiniteParadoxfanfics/about

WhatIfAnimeChannel - Admits in their community posts that other people write the fics they post but still doesn't give credit. Migrated to a new channel after issues with youtube, likely being flagged previously.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeChannel/about

WhatIfAnimeAll - Alt of above.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeAll

FWNWorld - Makes sure to tell you that the videogame footage is theirs, but can't bother to credit anyone else.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@FWNWorld/about

WTFW - Claims to have "[A] team of talented writers, voice actors, and artists work together to create immersive fan fiction stories that are sure to captivate your imagination." Just the same test-to-speech stolen content over videogames. So straight up lying claiming that everything is theirs (and that anything they make is quality).

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WTFW

MHA2.0Fanfics - Lots of crossover theft.

https://www.youtube.com/@MHA2.0Fanfics/about

Collerwhatiif - Pretty sure this one is the same guy as the previous 2, also has one for another fandom.

https://www.youtube.com/@Collerwhatiif/about

https://www.youtube.com/@GoJoFanfiction/videos

ko_sensei - Another that claims to have a "team" that makes the stories they steal: " passionate about creating compelling and engaging fanfiction that explores the various "what ifs" in the anime universe."

https://www.youtube.com/@ko_sensei/about

FantasticWhatIf - Multifandom stealing, uses the exact same bs disclaimer as many others.

https://www.youtube.com/@FantasticWhatIf/about

LettuceHeadFanfics - No credit, no acknowledgement of anything. Next one is an alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@LettuceHeadFanfics/about

brocollifanfics - Alt of above, once again admits to stealing with a declaration of "☆If you want to takedown any videos. You can mail us or leave a comment below the video☆"

https://www.youtube.com/@brocollifanfics/about

whatifofficial786 - Focuses on MHA/Naruto crossovers. Identical format.

https://www.youtube.com/@whatifofficial786/about

NotWhatIf - I've lost track of who's an alt of who but yet another identical format, descriptions, and bullshit claims of "enhancing the viewer experience" by putting a robot voice over bootleg fortnite footage.

https://www.youtube.com/@NotWhatIf/about

weebxds - Same again.

https://www.youtube.com/@weebxds/about

ItachiFanfics - Naruto channel, we can at least confirm that this one is run by a human given the rare different descriptions and a real voice at the beginning of videos before the robot comes back.

https://www.youtube.com/@ItachiFanfics/about

WhatIfDN - As if mockingly, a bunch of videos have a "credit" section in their descriptions that is of course blank.

https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfDN/about

SpiceandBooks and spiceandfiction - Apparently Youtube itself has started picking up on the bullshit, because this multifandom channel is being dinged as ai spam so they started a new one.

https://www.youtube.com/@SpiceandBooks/about

https://www.youtube.com/@spiceandfiction/about

theoriginalastra - Doesn't even bother with disclaimers, the following are multiple alts/potential alts for different fandoms.

https://www.youtube.com/@theoriginalastra/about

SillySenpai12 - Highschool DXD alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@SillySenpai12/about

RosieRealms - Naruto alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@RosieRealms/about

DekuWhatIfs - Potentially another astra alt but not sure, doesn't matter because all these channels do the same thing anyway.

AnimeStark688 - No credits or disclaimers.

https://www.youtube.com/@AnimeStark688/about

Please take the time to report these channels, spread this post around, and reblog with any additional offending channels you find.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #naruto #highschool dxd #the debacle #mha #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

[grantspectortrash]

Sleep With Me, Anytime

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader (with hints of: Marc Spector x Reader and Jake Lockley x Reader)

Summary: You and Steven live opposite each other and have been dating for a couple of weeks. One night you sleep at Steven’s during a storm. You get to meet Marc and Jake.

This is the 3rd and final part to the Suited and Booted series. Part 1 is here, and part 2 is here!

Warnings/Tags: No warnings. Fluff, forehead kisses, sleeping in the same bed, mentions of all 3 Moon Boys, just cute shit :)

Word Count: 3K

A/N: Credit to justoscarisaac for the GIF. It's beautiful. This fic is a personal favourite of mine, but as always if I’ve portrayed anything incorrectly please call me out on it so I can fix it! If anyone has any requests let me know because I would LOVE to write them!

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Outside a storm is raging. It’s past midnight, with the moon high in the sky, and you haven't slept a wink. You've been tossing and turning for a few hours now, and nothing is working.

Every clap of thunder makes you jump and each and every bolt of lightning makes you squeeze your eyes tight, almost as if if you couldn’t see it then it wouldn’t scare you.

But your tactics aren't working. You feel scared and alone.

So, you distract yourself. You decide to think about your boyfriend, Steven Grant.

You think about the past two weeks and everything that's happened, and how happy it's made you. You go over everything Steven told you after your date at the quiz night. He had promised you that he would explain everything about himself, and he had. The pair of you had sat on your sofa, and Steven’s life was revealed to you.

“You see, I’m not alone in this body. I uh- it’s a identity disorder, see? Technically I’m not even the original. I’m an alter. But I’m still me, still a real person. Still Steven.”

Steven’s explanation made sense. You had heard him in his apartment talking to other people, even though he lived alone. You asked him then, who were the other alters? How many of them were there? You wanted to understand, to finally figure out the life of Steven Grant. He had frowned.

“You don’t think of me differently, do you? Knowing that I’m not just…me? We all have the same brain, kind of. We all have the same body.”

“And so, do you all like me?” The question had slipped out before you had time to stop yourself.

Steven had chuckled, a little. He cocked his head to one side slightly, as if listening to a song far away. You couldn’t hear anything.

“Yes. That’s kind of the number one rule. We all have to agree on someone, you know, that we all like. There’s me, obviously. Then there’s Marc, he’s the original. His last name is Spector. And then there’s Jake. Jake Lockley.”

You had stayed silent for a little while, trying to take in the information. It was hard to process the fact there was three of them, and they all liked you.

“Right, so you’re the only one who…who fronts, then? Or is it like you all are there at once? Have I met Marc, or Jake?”

At that point Steven had explained how fronting worked. He explained who Marc was and what his job was. You had pulled away slightly at the word mercenary, and Steven had no choice but to tell you the whole story. He told you about Khonshu. And after everything, after Steven’s love for Egypt and the way he seemed so strong as well as smart, the fact he was a host for a god seemed believable. You believed Steven, and he couldn’t believe it.

“I know it’s a lot. And I promise I’m not making it up, that would be weird. I just want you to know the truth. And if you don’t want to know me after this, I get it. I really do.”

A rumble of thunder disturbs you from your thoughts, making you nearly jump out of your bed. You don’t want to bother Steven, he had enough issues to be worrying about without your irrational fear of storms being added to the list.

But, you can’t stop thinking about him. Can’t stop thinking about being wrapped in his arms, feeling safe and protected.

The pair of you hadn’t shared a bed yet, you hadn’t even done more than making out and holding hands on dates. Not that you minded. But right now all you want is to be in his arms, in his bed, knowing that you have someone to ride the storm out with.

You slip out of bed, flinching at every lightning strike, and find your slippers and keys. You’re wearing shorts and a tee, standard pyjamas by any means, and you don’t care if Steven sees you in them. You just want him.

You pad across the hall and knock on the door. If he’s asleep, and doesn’t answer, you’ll just go back and try to watch something on the telly instead. But deep down, you’re hoping that you knocked loud enough to wake him up.

The door opens and you’re surprised to see Steven looks wide awake. When he realises it’s you at his door, his demeanour relaxes and he pulls you into a hug.

“Y/N you okay? What’s wrong, love?”

He pulls away from you, all worried with scrunched up eyebrows and a pouty lip. He’s wearing an oversized jumper and baggy sweatpants. His feet are bare, which makes you think he might have been asleep, but the look on his face suggests he hasn’t been sleeping at all.

“The storm, I can’t sleep. I was wondering if maybe I could stay with you? But, only if that’s okay?”

Steven quickly glances behind him, and you suddenly realise you've never been in Steven's apartment before. It's always you at his, and you've only ever hung out outside of Steven's apartment before a date while you waited for him.

You can’t see what he’s looking at, and you think he’s going to turn you away and say you can't come in, but when he looks back at you he’s smiling.

"Oh, love. Come in, yeah? Good thing I was awake. I uh-" Steven pauses as you step into his apartment. The layout is identical to yours, but Steven's flat is way more lived in. There's stacks upon stacks of books all around the apartment, some on bookshelves and some rising up in wobbly towers from the floor. There's lamps on all around the apartment, giving it a warm and cosy feel, even though the storm is still raging outside. Somehow though, just by being with Steven, it doesn't seem to bother you as much.

There's a goldfish tank at the far end of the room, and there's maps and Egyptian posters plastered all over the walls and, just like the layout of your apartment, Steven's bedroom is on show. But it's much different to yours...

There's sand all around the bed, and some sort of restraint is tied to a pole at the end of the bed.

"It's not uh, not a sex thing. Promise." Steven shuts the door behind you and scoots over to his bed, shoving the restraint under it. "Before I figured everything out about Marc and Jake, I thought - well I thought I was losing my mind - but I thought it was a sleeping disorder. I haven't got rid of it because it's kind of, habit? I don't know. Sorry."

Steven is babbling, flattening out his bedsheets and trying to tidy the place up while you stare at him. You think it's cute, the way he gets flustered around you. You take a step closer to him, and take his hand.

"You don't have to apologise Steven. It's alright. Is that why you haven't wanted me to come over before?"

Steven shakes his head, "No no no, Y/N, I've wanted you to come round. I've just...not had the balls to ask."

He squeezes your hand and leads you to his bed, where you both sit down.

"Anyway, you're here now. The storm's scaring you, huh?" Steven brushes a hand through your hair, coming to rest his hand against your cheek. You move to kiss his palm.

"I hate them. And I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to disturb you, but the thought of sleeping with you just seemed so much better than sleeping alone."

Steven moves his hand away from your face, bringing it down to meet your hand. He blushes at your words, but he’s no longer seems ashamed of the affect you have on him. He wears his reddening cheeks with pride.

"You know I'd do anything for you, love. You can sleep with me anytime." His words are sweet, but as soon as he says them his eyes widen, "I mean like, in my bed. Not like sleeping together together, you know? Well, maybe. If you wanted."

You shut Steven up by laughing. Even the rumble of thunder doesn't make you jump. Instead, you pull Steven in for a kiss. "I know what you're trying to say. It's okay." You pause, "Why were you up anyway?"

Steven's blush has gone down, and his expression becomes more serious. "Khonshu. There's a mission. The lads are trying to plan something."

Steven glances at the mirror on his wall, and you follow his gaze. You know he's talking to himself, either Marc or Jake has something to say. You want to say hello, even though you can't see what Steven's seeing. You wish you could meet them.

"Oh. Right. Scary stuff then?"

Steven looks back at you, and a fork of lightning flashes in the window behind him. You jump a little, and Steven puts an arm around you.

"Let's not worry about that now, yeah? Why don't you get in bed? I'll turn out the lights."

You do as he says.

His sheets are soft and his pillows smell like him and you feel like you're in the midst of one big Steven hug. He goes about, turning off the light's one by one until it's just the bedside lamp left. His bare feet patter against the floor before he slinks into bed next to you.

"Shall I turn this light off, love?"

He turns to you, propped up in the bed on his elbows, and you drink in the sight. Suddenly, the storm doesn't even seem so bad. All you care about is Steven.

You scan him, looking at his perfect curls and kissable lips. His kind eyes and his gorgeous, goofy smile. You nod, and the light goes off.

It takes you a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, and while you do all you can here is Steven getting comfy beside you. You're on your side, facing him, and when your eyes adjust you realise he's facing you too.

You can feel his breath on your cheek and when a flash of lightning illuminates the room, Steven smiles at you.

"Hi." He whispers, as if just because it's dark now he has to be quiet. It makes you smile.

"Hi." You say back. You're aware of his body heat beside you, but there's a distance between you and none of your body is touching his. You reach an arm out and put it against his chest.

He reacts by shuffling closer, and puts an arm on your waist. Your pyjama top has risen up slightly and Steven makes contact with your skin. It makes your brain tingle with delight.

"So," you say, trying to distract yourself, "When you say the lads are planning something, does that involve you?"

Steven's rubbing slow circles against your skin with his thumb, and it's the most soothing thing you've ever experienced. You start moving your fingers against his chest, rubbing the fabric of his sweater.

"Yeah, yeah. It involves me. I'm 1 out of 3 of the protector of the night, you know?"

There's a joking tone in his voice, and you're aware he's trying to make the situation lighter than it actually is. You almost laugh, because you realise now you're both whispering to one another about a very serious topic of conversation.

“So, you’ll have to go soon, then? To deal with…whatever the mission is?”

"Yeah. It's okay though. I've got the suit. I've got Marc and Jake. They'll have my back and we'll be home to you in no time." Steven moves his hand from your waist to stroke your cheek again.

"The suit?"

"Yeah. The ceremonial suit of armour from Khonshu's temple. Although my suit isn't like Marc or Jake's, mine's sharp and has style, you know? I did say to you that I'm suited and booted sometimes." Steven chuckles to himself and you smile. You've never seen the suit, but the way Steven describes it makes you believe you'd find him sexy in it.

But your mind isn't fully focused on that. Your mind keeps replaying something he said only moment's again

"Hold on. What did you say? You said we'll be back to me in no time. As in, all three of you. Like, like-"

"Love, I did say to you we all have feelings for you. We all want to come home to you after this mission. You're what keeps us going."

At Steven's words you subconsciously move closer. You move your leg on top of his and he shifts. He's on his back and now you're hugging him like a koala on a tree. Neither of you say anything, because neither of you mind. Your heart is racing.

"That's the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me." You tilt your head upwards to look at Steven, who's already looking at you. Thunder and lighting go off at once, suggesting the storm is close, but it doesn't matter to you. You take one look at Steven and kiss him, hard. One of his hands is playing with your hair, and the other is resting on your hip.

When you pull away, there's a thought lodged in your brain.

"Can I meet them? Jake and Marc? Only for a minute or two, only if that's okay? Can you do that, at will?"

Steven goes silent, and you're worried you've pushed your boundaries. The last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable.

"Yes. Yeah. They...they'd like that. Are you okay with that? Try to think of it as me, but different. If you like them too, I won't be mad. If you want, it'll be like three boyfriends in one." Steven plants a kiss on your forehead, and you practically melt under his touch. The idea of being the girlfriend to all three alters makes you sweat, and your excitement has fully outweighed your fear of the storm.

"Okay." You whisper, " Let's do it. Please."

You're not sure what to expect, you know they'll look the same so it doesn't matter that the room is dark, but you don't know if they'll sound the same or act the same. You're not sure if you should move off of him or not, when something happens.

Something passes through Steven, and you feel the change immediately. The grip on your hip is slightly tighter and his body tenses slightly. You look up at him and it's the same guy, but different. In the dim light you can see his jaw is more set, and his eyes don't quite hold the same, soft glow as Steven does. But he's still drop dead gorgeous.

"Hey, Y/N. How's Steven's babygirl doing?" You do not expect the American accent that come's out of his mouth. He too is whispering, but he sounds much more confident. You're blushing at his word choice - babygirl - and you can't help but giggle.

"Oh, okay. Listen to you." His voice is full of satire and there's a smug smirk on his lips as he looks down at you. He's loving every second of how flustered you are. "I'm Marc, by the way."

First introductions are usually followed by a handshake, but instead Marc just pulls you closer to him so that your head rests on his chest and the hand on your hip moves to snake around you.

"Is this okay? Are you comfortable with this?" He whispers into your ear and if you were standing, your knees would have buckled.

Steven was sexy in his own goofy, lovable way. But Marc was next level. And in a weird way, after what Steven said, you didn't even feel like you were cheating. This all felt totally normal, as if you had spent just as much time with Marc as you had with Steven. You guess, in a way, you had.

"This is good." You don't want to look at Marc because you know you'll blush.

"Steven says he knew you'd love me as much as you love him." You can hear the smile in Marc's voice. He's started rubbing your scalp, your hair intertwined in his fingers. Then, Marc laughs. "Steven also says he doesn't mean love like love. What an idiot. I know the pair of you are taking it slow and haven't said that just yet but, by the way, it's obvious."

You look up at Marc this time, totally distracted by the way he's playing with your hair, and he winks at you. Although meeting Marc is exciting, and it's all very surreal, you're slowly getting sleepy. Your body's relaxed against Marc's and you stare at him through a happy, sleepy gaze.

"You wanna sleep soon, huh? Wanna meet Jake first?"

"Mhmh. Sure." You're nearly falling asleep. Your eyes droop and shoot back open, trying to stay awake.

"We'll make it quick, sleepy girl." Marc leans over to kiss your forehead.

You don't notice when he changes to Jake. But he doesn't disturb your sleepiness. He simply snuggles closer to you, resisting all his sexual urges, and holds you closer as you begin to drift off to sleep.

"Sleep well, princesa. I'll get my time with you yet. Guess I'm the lucky one who gets to watch you sleep."

Jake's words fall into the void, and you're asleep.

He watches over you all night, protectively cuddling you and brushing hair out of your face. Before morning comes, he switches back to Steven, who plans on sleeping for a couple of hours before you wake up. Jake has done Steven a favour by taking off the sweatshirt, and now he's shirtless beside you. Steven's nervous about it, but Jake gives him the confidence he needs. As Steven settles down, and you subconsciously cuddle into him, he whispers one last time.

"We're so lucky. So bloody lucky."

The boys agree.

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#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfiction #moon boys #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader

[abyssalhuntersnerd]

While yes, Specter Alter made me fucking suffer for months because she's just built different, I still adore her with every single fiber of my being because she's literally everything I could have ever wanted and she is everything she deserved to be.

Everytime I think about how beautiful her character development has been and how her own self worth journey has developed I just get so happy because she thought that she was worth nothing. Her body has been worn out, she has no control over it and the only thing she can do that is somewhat useful is slicing things up for a living. Even if she has a brief moment of consciousness, it's probably just as bad as being trapped in her previous state, it's spent thinking to herself there really isn't anything she can do for herself and that this is it, her fate has been decided. She will die fighting like this, being restrained to chains she never chose in the first place and she won't have a choice in the matter- Because some weirdos decided to inject Originium into her spine to get information out of her and even when they tried to, she still never gave them what they wanted.

I don't think we talk about her mental resilience enough. Like yeah, she was unstable when she didn't have control over herself and her reactions to certain things told you everything you needed to know about her past experiences- But damn, this girl is tougher than most of us would like to admit. The Church tortured her to extremes I'd rather not think about, ruined her life and her as a whole but she doesn't hold any resentment towards them, she doesn't hate their guts, she simply is disgusted by them and just... Instead of straight up murdering Amaya on the fucking spot cause let me tell you I would not be able to hold myself back, she just tells her to fuck off, to please die in the fanciest way possible and dances with her because why not. Just why not. At the end of the day she still admits they would never have gotten along but damn, just damn.

The fact that she takes that experience, the years of isolation and pain- And learns to love herself for who she is now, not for who she was before is mesmerizing. She's 3 people at the same time, she's Laurentina of Aegir, she's Shark of the 2nd Company and she's Specter the Unchained. She's the same person she was but she doesn't reject the parts she hated before.

She sees so much more worth in her own self than she ever did before because those parts she's been trying to reject for so long are what she just needed to become the person she was meant to be, so beautiful, so tragic and so perfect that she baffles me at times.

We don't talk about her enough. About how she's seen her the worst parts of herself and instead of hating them she embraced them. How we all wished we could do that ourselves and we find it so difficult because loving yourself is so hard nowadays.

And honestly? We also don't give Skadi and Gladiia enough goddamn credit. I don't care what anyone says anymore, if it wasn't for them Specter wouldn't be where she is. Yes, they weren't the ones who made her like this but the fact Skadi spent literally YEARS to find something that would help her, even if it was just for a brief moment because she wanted to talk to her, be with her and try to save the only thing she had left from her beloved home? How she considers her, her treasure map, the one who keeps her going even though she doesn't know where she's going but she still will regardless cause if it's for her and with her partner, it's all worth it. How she was the one who cared for her along with everyone who wasn't scared to, who held and carried her when she needed it? The person who properly spent countless hours by her side, telling her about all the things she wished she could tell her in hopes that maybe, that way, she would get better? To then be told that she was being heard and that even if she thought she couldn't rely on Specter, she still told her that Skadi could regardless of her condition? That even after Under Tides she promised her she would be there when she woke up again and she was, and fuck, Skadi's heart probably leaped out of damn joy to see her back, to see the person she's been caring for so damn long to finally be back, back to her true self. Can you imagine how Specter feels about Skadi? How grateful she is to her for everything she's done? How wonderful their relationship is?

How even if there wasn't much to go off of, Gladiia was always there for her. Even if she was desperately looking for a way to go back home and to stop her mutation she still believed in her beloved Shark? Even when Skadi doubted herself and Specter she still reassured her telling her that her hunter is tougher than this. That she can overcome anything. That even if it wasn't much, Specter still appreciated being able to be hunter under her wing, that she promised her she would try to get better even if it took her a while? How Specter makes Gladiia smile with her just being a little shit something not many can do?

How they just... Complete each other in ways I cannot express because it is so beautiful to see 3 people appreciate each other so much? How Specter in a way, might give them that little hope they need to keep going? That if she can better, so can they?

Just. Just them. Just Skadi. Just Gladiia. Just Specter.

I just love her so fucking much. She's absolutely perfect. She deserved her damn Alter so much.

#normal posts #i'm going mad can you tell #the way I relate to all of them is just so #ahshshshsjsjs #why are you all so perfect #why am I awake thinking about them #I have a goddamn job fare tomorrow and I gotta do all the work myself and stay late to clean up but god #them just them

[not-your-damsel]

Our Number 1 Hero

© not-your-damsel - Not to be read or posted anywhere else. Rb’s are MUCH appreciated though to help a fellow writer out ♥️🪶

Who :: Hawks/Keigo Takami x Fem!Reader

AN :: While I’m recovering, have a queued up/scheduled cute & smutty moment I finished a few days ago with you in an established marriage/already mated with papa Keigs ♥️ Was inspired after seeing an adorable bit of fanart of Keigo with his baby chirping up at him 🥺🥹🫠

⚠️ :: Oral (Fem!receiving), sq¡irt¡ng, some feather play. MDN¡, ageless, porn & blank blogs will be sniped on sight. Pew pew!

Word Count :: 4,179

Photo :: A Pinterest find. If anyone knows the artist, please let me know so I can give proper credit.

⚠️Note :: There’s an issue going on with the mobile version of the app with the display of this oneshot, especially when adding more ppl to tag. Just a heads up, I’ll remove this when it gets fixed on their end as I’ve done all I can on mine. On desktop it looks absolutely normal. Go figure 🙄

There’s a feeling you can’t quite describe whenever you watch as Keigo plays and bonds with your 10 month old baby boy and girl. Never in your life did you think twins would be in the cards for you, yet, here you were with two fuzzy, crimson winged beauties who were currently laughing that undeniably happy laughter that only babies can manage as he holds them just under their bellies to float them around like planes. In fact, their laughter is so hearty that you find both Keigo and yourself having a good chuckle along with them as you listen from where you are.

As you’re sitting in the living room, working on altering and hemming your babies’ clothing to accommodate their wings, you hear your husband gasp out and it has you dropping everything to make sure nothing’s wrong. You reach the doorway to the babies’ room where they were playing with Keigo, expecting to see some sort of accident, only to see each baby gathered in either of his capable arms as they chirp up at him eagerly.

Hinadori, your chubby cheeked daughter, was clinging to Keigo’s shirt as her large eyes -your eyes- looked up at her dad, almost as though she revered him. Her little mouth would open and a flurry of chirps and peeps would come rushing out to his ears, making him crack a smile.

“Is that so, Hina-chan? Well then, -chirps and peeps- hm? Can you promise not to do that to Tobu-chan’s wings? It isn’t nice. -chirps lowly-”

Hinadori looked over at Tobu in Keigo’s other arm thoughtfully, her eye markings making her look angelic, almost cherub-like. Her chubby little arm slowly reached over to Tobu’s plush little wing, occasionally looking up to Keigo as though asking permission. He’d nod, chirp and watch on.

“Gentle, Hina-chan, yasashi…”

She slowed for a moment as he spoke before a chirp met her ears, telling her to continue. Her little dimpled hand met Tobu’s little wing where she gently pet it, looking back to Keigo for approval. He nodded, a kind and loving smile graced his lips as she let out a gleeful chirp. Keigo whistled out from somewhere deep in his throat and she laughed.

“That’s my good girl, that’s daddy’s good girl!”

You grinned from the doorway, arms crossing over your chest as you watched them together. Tobu now looked up at Keigo, his eyes a startling shade of gold and despite the hue being slightly different from Keigo’s, when you looked at him with those avian markings, he looked just like his daddy. Tobu had your hair but, like Keigo’s, it stuck every which way. Even more so after horsing around. His cheeks were tinged pink from all the laughter no doubt.

“Your big sister did well, right my little feather?”

Keigo asked as Tobu chirped up at him. His little arms began to work as he tugged Keigo’s shirt, his legs working together in a crawling motion as though he were trying to climb up to Keigo’s shoulder.

“Hey now -chirps and whistles- where are you going, little fea-”

Tobu’s little wings began to flutter, some deep instinct triggering a knowing need to flap. Keigo’s eyes nearly turned to saucers as he watched on, measuring how hard the little wing beats were.

“Keigs, watch hi-”

“He’s trying, baby, he’s trying!”

Keigo was far too excited about this, assuring you as he held Tobu fast as he worked his way to Keigo’s neck with his wings working all the while. Once he reached Keigo’s neck, he realized he had nowhere else to go so he settled for making a fuss with impatient chirps and tiny whistles leaving his throat.

“Ok, ok. One second, Tobu-chan. Baby? Can you take Hina-chan for a moment, please?”

You nodded, walking over to them and scooping Hinadori in your arms, kissing the top of her straw colored locks as you cradled her head close to your chest.

“Look, Hina-chan! Look at daddy and Tobu-chan…”

Keigo was now holding Tobu high above his head, chuckling as he watched his little legs and arms splay out instinctively. Suddenly and without warning, Keigo let go of Tobu, dropping his arms lower in a position ready to catch him on his inevitable way down.

“Kei!!”

You felt your heart drop along with your son who landed safely in your husband’s hands. A squeal met your ears as Tobu felt the drop in his little body, his wings fluttering wildly on the way down.

“Again, Tobu-chan, slower. -peeps-”

Whatever Keigo had said to Tobu, it was clearly important as he gently patted your son’s wings. Taking position once more, Keigo raised Tobu above his head and dropped him again. This time you watched as Tobu’s little wings fluttered a little slower than the first time… and he was floating for about two seconds before once again falling into Keigo’s hands.

“Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about, sweetheart!!!!”

Keigo yelled into the room startling both you and Hinadori, the both of you jolting in unison before hearing a commotion of chirps, peeps, whistles and squeaks fill the kid’s room. Keigo was so happy, his own wings spread wide as they shook with excitement and pride before looking at you with determination.

“Tobu’s ready! We can go out tomorrow morning and we ca-”

“Wait, wait, wait! Kei, I know you’re happy and I know you’re excited, I am too! But…”

You trailed off, absentmindedly bouncing Hinadori on your hip. Keigo could sense your apprehension, could smell the cortisol coming off you as you silently stressed.

“Baby bird… you know I’d never let anything happen to our brood, right?”

You swore you’d never get used to the whole “familial bird” talk. You nodded, you knew he’d lay his life down without hesitation or question for you and the babies. Keigo put Tobu on the hip opposite yours with Hinadori and leaned into you, his nose trailing from your own to your jaw and then gliding down to a faded bite mark on the smooth skin of your neck. He inhaled deeply before planting a kiss against the silvered mark, followed by a soft nip and a final kiss once more. Standing upright to meet your gaze again, Keigo noted you were calm once more and he grinned, lopsided and beautiful all the same. You grinned back, free hand coming up to stroke his scarred cheek as you looked lovingly at him.

“I know you’d never let anything happen to them, but, how do you know it’s time?”

Keigo nodded, he figured it was fair you’d ask how he knew. But, he didn’t know either.

“Truth is, kid, I don’t even know how it is I know. I just do. And I know that’s not what you want to hear but, it’s the truth and it’s all I can give you right now. I just… I feel it in my bones. It’s time for Tobu to practice taking flight.”

He said, holding your gaze lovingly. You nodded, Keigo could tell it was a reluctant one, but you nodded with a sigh. You looked at Hinadori and felt your eyes brim with tears.

“Talk to me, baby bird. What’re you thinking?”

Keigo grabbed hold of your chin to look at him again, seeing your eyes reddened and glossier than a moment ago.

“Oh no, baby I-”

“I just… I’m so proud of you, Keigo,”

You nuzzled into his palm against your cheek.

“You went from not wanting us to have kids because you were terrified you’d be the worst father to grace this planet, to us having not one but two, to being the best father I’ve ever seen. Not that I never had faith in you, you just blew all my expectations away.”

Keigo’s neck was starting to pink to his ears at your words.

“And I get so touched when I see you with them, see you playing and bonding and becoming the mochi of their eyes. Part of me is a little jealous of you three, to be honest.”

“Wait, what?! Us?! I don’t understand, love…”

You shook your head,

“Not in a malicious way, I just wish I knew what you guys say to one another when you start chirping and whistling at each other and now, Tobu-chan’s ready to start flying practice and I can’t be there for that. I can’t be in the sky with you to see him experience this life changing moment and I want to be there for all of it. Our line of work doesn’t guarantee us seeing tomorrow and I want to see everything they get to experience and I-”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until Hinadori reached to touch your wet cheek. You looked down at her where she chirped to you and you had no idea how to even answer her. It made you feel a little worse, like you couldn’t provide vocal comfort or feedback to your own babies.

“Whistle.”

Keigo said, wiping your eyes and then your nose.

“K-Keigs, gross!”

“Our brood has pissed on me, puked on me, I even been shat on by them, your snot is nothing by now, dove. Now, whistle. Nothing major, just a single, double note sound.”

You shook your head but gave it a try anyway, letting a single little high-low whistle escape your lips as you looked at Hinadori. Her features lit up as she released more of her own chirps and peeps at you. You giggled, more tears forming in your eyes at her response to you.

“B-but, I don’t know what I’ve said to her or what she’s saying to me.”

Keigo grinned.

“It doesn’t rightly matter at this point, they’re not saying much of anything right now. I only understand bits and pieces of what they mean. It’ll get better over time as they form their avian speech more. And you, baby bird, don’t have to worry one bit. I’m here, aren’t I? I can always translate.”

You smiled at him, pulling him in for a deep, heated kiss.

“What was that for?”

“For being our number 1 hero. Come now, let’s get these little chicks to bed.”

Keigo beamed before frowning.

“I need to see if my Hina-chan is ready, too!”

“You can check tomorrow, I promise.”

Giggling at his pout, you handed Hinadori to him so he could get them ready for bed as you tidied up the living room of all the little clothing and sewing items you had scattered around along with whatever toys were left on the floor of their play mats.

It had taken almost an hour to get the chicks down and off to sleep. Little twitching wings remained active while they were fast asleep as you and Keigo kissed their heads before leaving a feather of his own wrapped around their ankles. You closed their door, leaving a crack open before you went to your shared bedroom to change into your pajamas.

Walking in, you see Keigo already in his boxers while laying in bed, golden eyes scanning his tablet screen most likely adjusting your patrolling schedules for the coming week. You made your way to the walk-in closet to put your pajamas on, throwing your clothes for the day in the hamper in the process. As you bent to pull your silk sleep shorts up, you felt a feather skimming up your back before making quick work of your bra, feeling it slip off your shoulders, falling to the hardwood floor.

Keigo could feel the vibration of your slight giggles, making him smirk in turn. He then felt you wave the feather off as you moved to slip your silk tank on and as you threw your arms up to help it slide over your head, large, warm, calloused hands reached around to cup and grope your soft breasts. You yelped, always getting thrown off by how stealthy Keigo was when he really wanted to be.

Warm lips met the nape of your neck accompanied by the sharp scrape of his stubble as he kissed you, his chest meeting your back as he pressed into you. It was then you felt a hard bulge firmly against your lower back, a slight grind into you as Keigo’s thumbs slid down to your nipples to roll between them and his forefingers. Your back was instinctively arching against him, your ass pushing into his hard cock as your chest pushed out into his rough hands.

“Fffuck, baby, that get your pretty pussy twitching for me?”

He panted behind your ear, his nose inhaling the scent of your hair as you rocked your ass up and down his clothed length. With your nipples now hard and pebbled for him, he pulled, a hiss escaping your lips at the feeling as your arms reached behind you to sink your fingers into silky straw colored strands, tugging enticingly as he sucked along your shoulder with a groan.

“Kei, t-the bed…”

You felt another feather make its way to your shorts, tugging them down along with your panties to pool at your feet.

“Here’s just fine, baby bird.”

With one swift movement, Keigo had you bent over your vanity, some of your makeup items clattering to the floor with the act.

“The babies, Keigs!”

“They’re still asleep, hero’s promise.”

Still bent in your position, you were already reaching behind you to tug down his boxers and boxer briefs, wanting to feel him inside you already.

“So needy aren’t we? I got you, kid.”

His feathers were already pulling his bottoms down and you heard his cock slap against his lower abdomen.

“Kei, I need it, I need you, please!”

You breathed. With his heightened senses, he could already smell you dripping for him, taste it in the air and it had his golden eyes rolling back. His hands found your hips and adjusted them so that it looked as though you were presenting yourself to him.

“Lemme see, baby, let me fuckin’ see what it is I do to you.”

You gave a pathetic whine as his hands spread your cheeks apart, watching as your cunt fluttered for him, your slick oozing from your tight little hole. Avian pupils dialated at the sight and before he could even register what he was doing, Keigo dropped to his knees and licked from your clit to your hole before delving in to penetrate it.

Squealing, you slammed your hands down on the table of your vanity as he ate you out like a starved man. Slurping, sucking your clit before flicking his tongue over it again and again had your eyes rolling back as well.

“Keigo, fuck, p-please, I-!”

His hands squeezed your ass cheeks roughly, grunting and moaning every time your slick gushed into his mouth.

“You better cum in my mouth. I don’t care how long it takes, I want you squirting in this mouth, d’you hear me?”

A harsh slap met one of your ass cheeks and you moaned out loud as his whole mouth covered your cunt, his tongue stroking you even closer to the edge of bliss. Keigo abruptly pulled away, and as you went to protest, you felt a feather start vibrating against your clit before two thick fingers slipped inside you pumping against your sweet spot over and over again. The feeling had your hips swiveling, bucking up and down as tears pricked your eyes.

“You know how beautiful you look, what you’re doing to me right now? You keep this up, you’ll end up making me knock you up with another addition to the brood,”

At that, your hips rocked harder into his pumping fingers.

“What a little slut, fuuuck!”

“R-right there, right there, Keigo don’t stop,”

This was arguably the second best part, the immediate climb to the jump off, the way the taut string inside your belly was fraying in preparation for the snap.

Keigo felt it, the way your cunt was sucking his thick fingers in, fluttering all around them. It was like he was in a trance, chasing that sweet moment you’d come undone and bless him with the sweetest nectar that was only ever for him.

“Keigo, it’s coming, I’m cumming, I-! G-gonna squ-“

Keigo removed his fingers but kept his feather working you, flipping you over again to latch his mouth against your cunt just in time as a gush of fluid came out of you and right into his mouth where he drank, golden eyes shifting between pinpoints and full blown as he let out the most porn worthy moan along with your own.

Pulling away, his chin was soaked and as he lifted his head up it began to drip and roll down his neck. But, he couldn’t be bothered to care. Your squirming told him to stop with his feather, already pawing at you to suddenly hoist over his shoulder to bring you to the bed.

“K-Keigo! There’s a mess on the floor!”

“Feathers’ll get it,”

Once in the bedroom, Keigo plopped you on the bed, climbing up over you and caging you in with his own body.

“C’mere, you pretty bird.”

He dipped down and kissed you passionately, and it wasn’t until he slipped his tongue in your mouth that you realized he never wiped your release off of his face. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck bringing him closer to you. As you both made out on the bed, his hand slipped between the both of you to give his cock a few pumps before swiping his tip along your slippery entrance to gather some slick.

He groaned deeply in your mouth.

“Fuck, kid, fuuuck,”

You slid your legs up some and opened them wider for him as he grinned down at you.

“Have I told you that I love you today?”

You’re grinning back now, shaking your head.

“No. I don’t think you have and I’m upset about it.”

You faux pouted. The two of you knew he’d already told both you and the chicks he loves you a couple times since he’d gotten home and it was reciprocated each time. With you both working the profession you do, it tends to do that. You’ve made it a constant habit since you two had gotten together. It was a little bit of work on his part since saying it outright when the mood strikes isn’t much within Japanese culture but, when a near death experience came late one morning you drove it home to him why it was so important to you to say it and have it said in return. Keigo’s never skipped saying it ever since that day. He was incredibly good like that.

“How could I? I made a promise, didn’t I?”

You nodded, pure love and contentment on your face. Gods, he adored the ever loving hell out of you.

“Then, let me make it up to you, baby bird.”

Guiding his length into your warmth with a flex of his jaw and ab muscles, Keigo stops to look up at you.

“Oh, I should prep you mo-oh!!”

Without warning, you dug your heels into each of his ass cheeks and pulled him into you the rest of the way.

“Fuck, fuck!”

He gasped while you took a sharp breath in as he lurched forward and caught himself just in time with hands on either side of your head. Giving you a moment to adjust, he lowered himself onto his elbows, leaning down to kiss you sweetly as he backed out, the tip of his cock remaining behind before thrusting back into you hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs. Your arms slipped under his to grip at his shoulders for stability as he began a slow but rough pace. Each drag out of your slick and gummy walls had you slowly clenching around him, the sounds of your arousal already sounding out in the room.

“M-more, Keigs, more,”

Keigo’s hand came to gently wipe your hair out of your face, his own so close to yours that you were both breathing the same air, sharing it intimately in and out through your mouths. His pace picked up some, the feeling making you hike tour legs up higher over his hips now as his gentle pace turned into the feverish hunger you knew he was fighting. Keigo roughly grasped a breast in his hand, squeezing to bring your nipple into his mouth as his hips continued to roll into you faster.

“Yeah, like that! Just like that, Kei!”

His mouth unlatched from you with a ‘pop!’, thinly rimmed golden eyes meeting yours as he took in your debauched state with a lick of his cherry kissed lips.

“Shhh, shhhh. I got you, baby,”

However, the second he felt your nails gently scrape against the patch of skin between his wings, they fluffed out from behind him and the torrent of want and need he’d held back this whole time snapped.

“But, fuck, I need more!”

Pushing off of his arms after giving you a quick kiss, he planted his large hands against the backs of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest as he snapped his hips brutally into you. The slapping of his balls against you, the sounds of your combined slick and his pre was all too much. The moment his fingers met your clit with a few perfectly pressured strokes, it had you careening towards your release as it snuck up on you and tore at the core of your lower stomach. Clenching around his length, it had Keigo looking down, a sheen of sweat all over his body as he watched with dilated pupils a creamy ring forming at the base of his cock.

“Fuckin’ beautiful, honey, goddamn it,”

You didn’t even think he caught what he’d said before his face twisted in pleasure, golden eyes rolling to the back of his head as you felt his cock throb a few times inside you.

“I’m gonna cum, ba-baby bird, I’m gonna fuckin’ cu-”

His voice choked off to let out a sinful moan as rope after rope of his cum shot into you with each throb of his cock. Keigo’s hands loosened their grip on either of your thighs, helping you put them back down gently as you both panted for breath. As he looked to you, your arms were already open to him and waiting for his inevitable collapse into you. And he did just that with a goofy smile to his lips.

“Oof! Keigs, my tits!”

He wasn’t listening, already nuzzling into your neck with kisses as his stubble scraped nicely at your skin there. Your fingers were already threading through his straw colored curls to stroke and tug just to hear him groan in delight at the feeling as you kissed the top of his head before taking a deep breath of his scent through them to ground you.

“I love you, Keigo.”

“I love you, too, my baby bird.”

You both lay there in silence, cockwarming him with your legs wrapped around him as you held one another. Keigo propped his head up, chin resting in the valley of your breasts.

“You know, about me taking the chicks with me up in the air, you can be there, y’know?”

You gave him a skeptical look, an eyebrow cocked at him.

“You can’t bring us all up there!! How’ll you do that?!”

“Feathers, silly.”

You thought about it for a moment, your attention being caught as you saw your clothes being brought back out from the walk-in closet before being rested gently back on the bed.

Well, he has saved many people with them and you knew from fighting alongside him that they were plenty strong. Hell, he’s saved even you a few times with them so you knew they were more than capable of carrying and holding you safely. Keigo would rather die than let anything bad happen to you, let alone with his own feathers. You really could be there for each occasion in the air with the chicks.

As Keigo studied you weighing your options, he decided to break the silence.

“You scared I’d drop yo-”

“Never.”

You said it with such finality and without hesitation, it had his cheeks pinking, feathers fluttering behind him with pride.

“Good. ‘Cause I’d never let you fall, kid.”

“I know. You’re my number one hero, too. Thank you, honey. It means so much to me that I’ll get to be there with you all during that. I want more glimpses into the little world you’ve built with them, too.”

He felt himself go all gooey and soft for you all over again at the shy and bashful face you made at the admission.

“You’re the center of our universe, baby. Of course we want you there.”

And just as you were gonna grin at him, showing your complete trust in him, Keigo’s lips were smothering your own with all the love he could muster. When you find yourselves pulling away for air, he says it for one last time that evening.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Keigs.”

Key ~

Hinadori :: Baby Bird 🐣

Tobu :: Fly 🦅

Yasashi :: Gentle 🫳🏽

🏷️ Tags :: @pervysenpaix @touyasdollmain @touyasdoll (more to come if this would fkn cooperate)

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[ecogirl2759]

Who's excited for Hifumi Yamada?

-NOTE-

All of these photos are from the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS series. I do not own any of the drawings, but these photos are mine. All credit goes to Spike Chunsoft for the characters and the books themselves.

That was a genuine question btw XD

(Lengthy post hehe)

Okay, not all of his pictures are bad lol, these are pretty good

Bro looks like he just walked up a flight of stairs XD

He's always smiling lol, I wanna be this happy

I know some people are but hOW CAN ANYONE BE THIS CONFIDENT????

Hifumi's made so much tea by now that I think he'd really benefit from opening an anime-themed tea shop. I'd go there lol

IS THAT AN AX???

Guys let him out he needs to go touch grass guys please--

Daaaannnnnddddeeeelllliiioooonnnnssss :D

Hifumi, the SHSL spy hehe

Bro looks like a cat named Meatball

I walk a lonely road the only one that I have ever known don't know where it goes but it's only me and I walk alone

Hifumi's alternate execution LOL

Bro's got that main character energy here lol

Guys it's official now please listen guys just hear me out guys--

It's official, Hifumi's going to heaven lol

He's about to write Chihiro x Junko fanfiction

He lusts for bloodshed and craves violence

Guys we were robbed. DRS robbed us. This should've been his swimsuit.

LOOK AT HIM BUILDIN HIS BIGASS GUNDAM SUIT! LOOKIT HIS LITTLE HAMMER

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I really try to come at these posts unbiased (at least until this part), but it was really hard for me to not express my dislike for Hifumi :(

I think he was interesting to an extent. I just couldn't get over his "M'lady" energy lol. Nothing against Hifumi fans, he's just not my first pick.

I know that's what the creators were going for, tho, so I still respect Hifumi for being unlikable lol

Actually, a lot of his pictures were either him with Celeste or him with Ishida and Alter Ego. I tried to include most of his stand-alone ones, but you can still see Celeste in a few hehe.

Next up: Toko Fukawa!

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[thehouseofmorningstar34]

BPD TRAIT:

Hello my name is Sara and I make Sim Traits and Aspirations. I wanted to make this trait for a long time now to bring awareness to a mental illness that is misunderstood as much as it’s bashed and romanticized. This trait was made with the utmost care and respect. I did tons of research and I always have first hand experience seeing someone struggle with this on a day to day basis. My partner has BPD and has helped me along the way to make sure I convey BPD in a neutral light however I will like to preface my trait is not here to diagnose anyone and this trait goes into some rather heavy topics I will be linking some resources if you ever feel like you are alone in the fight against your mind you are not!! I don’t know exactly what goes on fully inside of a person's mind with BPD but with the research and accounts from my partner and others first hand experience with BPD,And through doing this trait. I feel like I got a better understanding of what people go through with this mental illness. I hope you guys enjoy this trait.

With Love,

DKitten34

I want this trait to spread awareness and respect the people who have this so I kept it very minimal on the amount of Buff replacements and proxy buffs and a Rare Trait Exclusive.

5 Proxy Buffs

5 Buff Replacements

The Rare Trait Exclusive included with The BPD Trait is that when your Sis is Feeling the following emotions I bumped it up to either 1.5 or 1.1

1.1: Stressed, Uncomfortable, Happy and Angry.

1.5: Sad and Dazed.

People with BPD tend to feel certain emotions a little bit more intensely than “normally” and their emotions can be unpredictable. That's why I heighten the emotional buffs.

So for ages many people don’t get a diagnosis till they are well into their teen years so I wanted to make sure I convey that part accurately.

Teen-Elder.

All my mods are playtested and are up to date with the latest patch:PC:1.105.332.1020/Mac: 1.105.332.1220

📁How to Download📂

Open your file folder folder go to the file named Electronic arts it should be in your documents section of your files. Click it!

Click on the next folder named The Sims 4 after that find your mods folder, that is the folder where you’ll be placing the BPD Trait in.

Grab the BPD trait and drag it into your Mods folder make sure the path of your directory is going as follows ( Your User for you computer > Documents> EA> The Sims 4>Mods). You want to ALWAYS check that before downloading any mod or extracting a Zip file mod into your folder that was a tip btw!

Tip: Make sure to have Game options set to allow CC and Script mods.

Always Delete that thumbcache in the same place of your documents folder containing your sims folder!!

My TOU:

If you decide to download any and use any of my content, please don’t post them on any other sites

Do not put them behind a paywall site.

Please if you want to credit me on any posts, I would like to see what trouble your Sims get into with my content

And Please don’t alter or repackage my files in any way.

Thank you again for joining me on my modding journey and enjoy!!

PLUR And in Plumbob we trust!

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[possum-socks]

Going on my monthly Shadow rant because I am ill please pretty please don’t perceive me when I am Shadow posting this post doesn’t exist don’t read it. TLDR at the end.

Okay so I know we like to discuss what ruined Shadow’s character. Where did things go wrong with this guy? And people often credit this to Shadow the Hedgehog 2005, and it would be redundant for me to explain why. People also credit it to the fans themselves, and how their interpretations and jokes affected how sega wrote Shadow’s character. This is all true, but I don’t think any of this can be called THE moment. I’m sure people have already said this, but they fucked Shadow up the instant they brought him back, and here are my deranged 3 AM thoughts on why:

In Shadow’s first appearance in SA2, he was meant to die at the end. This is not news to anyone. Throughout the events of SA2, Shadow had his grand character arc. He managed to break through the altering Gerald did to his memories, and he remembered his true promise to Maria. Shadow realized what he truly needed to do with his abilities and time on earth, and so he gave his life to save the planet and all the people who called it home. We can see as he knowingly falls to death, that he is content with his decisions, and he is content in knowing that his life will end with the fulfillment of Maria’s wishes and a saved planet. Before he dies, Shadow comes to respect his rival Sonic, and even let’s go of his claims to being the ultimate lifeform (massive character development!) when he comes to feel that Sonic himself is a more worthy being of such a title. And so, SA2, a very character driven story of living and learning throughout life, (it’s literally the main theme), concludes, and Shadow peacefully falls to earth. Sega was so pleased with the events of SA2 that they felt comfortable killing Shadow off, as they felt like his story was properly concluded, and they had succeeded in using his character to express these themes of good vs. evil and learning throughout life.

But! Wow! The fans love Shadow? What are we to do? Retcon his death and develop on his character after his newfound revelations and growth in SA2? Show Shadow as he continues to grow after SA2 while carrying on Maria’s wishes for earth and the lessons he learned? Kind of! But not really! In other words, NO!

They gave him amnesia. They did not just retcon Shadow’s death, THEY RETCONNED THE ENTIRETY OF HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN SA2. WHY?! This is the decision of sega’s that I will never ever understand. Everything he experienced in SA2, everything he discovered and realized, gone. Why did they do this? I do not know. Perhaps they felt like if they brought shadow back after he had already experienced such impactful development in SA2, that they wouldn’t have much room for things to do with his character, but that’s just not true? There was plenty left unsaid in SA2, which is part of WHY fans were so desperate for more Shadow. SA2 still left room for so much that could be done with Shadow, WITHOUT giving him amnesia and making him forget everything first! They just didn’t need to do that! I don’t get it one bit. Giving Shadow amnesia weakened any of the impact that sega was initially trying to achieve with the themes they illustrated through Shadow’s arc in SA2. Why should we care what happened in SA2 if sega doesn’t?

And you could argue that the amnesia is not a big deal, since eventually he does gain his memories back. Yes, he does slowly gain his memories in shadow 2005, after they had already made the decision to give him guns and vehicles and swear while he shoots down humans on a motorcycle with evil aliens. Okay sega. My problems with 2005 are not with the guns and edgy aspects but with the fact that the shadow 2005 game had to happen at all. He shouldn’t have needed to side with an alien bent on world destruction to get his memories, because he shouldn’t have forgotten them at all. Maybe sega just really wanted to give Shadow ptsd over Maria dying again, who knows. Either way, when Shadow has his memories back afterwards, (FINALLY. Plus, is it ever confirmed that he actually remembers everything?) it still often feels as though he was never impacted by those events at all. He still gets portrayed as being obsessed with his “ultimate” status, he still gets portrayed as not having respect for Sonic, and he still gets portrayed as some emotionless macho asshole. The decision to give Shadow amnesia in Heroes made it feel like Sonic Adventure 2 never happened, which is arguably the absolute most important game when it comes to Shadow’s character and who he is today. Instead, it feels like those events were partly erased.

The best they have done with Shadow’s character since then was STH2006. I actually think they did quite well at giving Shadow a convincing arc in 2006, even though they kind of just re-hashed the arc that he already goes through in 2005. At least 2006 didn’t further damage his character. Yay!

I just find it fascinating to think about and wonder if Shadow’s character would be different had they not given him amnesia. Shadow 2005 would’ve never happened, which is probably a good thing! I wonder what sort of Shadow game we could’ve gotten if Shadow wasn’t an amnesiac busy trying to get his memories back. Perhaps sega gave Shadow amnesia in Heroes just so they COULD have it as a set-up for ShtH2005, so there would be a convincing enough reason for why they gave Shadow a Glock. Or maybe it had something to do with the arc they basically just forgot about in which Shadow thinks he might be an Android, which, imo was just another strange decision by sega. Anyway um yeah.

TLDR; I think sega giving Shadow amnesia after SA2 was the worst decision they ever made with his character and sega loves to make Shadow re-experience his trauma! And re-learn lessons he has already learned!!!! Hooray

#im ill please don’t read this please don’t read this #this is just so i can get rid of my brain rot please do not perceive this post #if you think im spouting nonsense i know i am don’t tell me i already know #shadow the hedgehog #Sonic heroes #sonic adventure 2 #shadow the hedgehog 2005 #sonic the hedgehog 2006 #sonic 2006 #sonic the hedgehog

[merchantarthurn]

So I’ve started compiling a Google Drive to make an archive of all WHA official art (not the text of the work, of course) and today I received my set of the playing cards from one of the special editions! I’ve not even seen HQ copies of these without SAMPLE watermarks before but! I’ll be making copies of them & the rule book available after I scan them.

On that note - if anyone would be interested in translating some of the text (especially the “special rules”) let me know! The game itself is based on “Love Letter”, so most of the rule book is not high priority, but it throws in some rule-altering “special cards” that have the characters on them and alas... machine translation does not make their meaning very clear lmao. I can provide an explanation of how “Love Letter” works for context - it’s a nice simple game. From my understanding there’s also video showing how to play the game which I have in my bookmarks which is an extra resource available for translators if you can translate by ear!

I’d love to see all the text translated though so if you’ve not got much time or aren’t confident enough for rules translation, there’s plenty of flavour text which would be cool to have translated too! 

With permission, I’d like to be able to put these in the Google Drive when finished (with credit to translators in accompanying documents and as a watermark)! There’s no deadline on these, this is a very long-term project.

On the Drive itself: I won’t link the drive directly on Tumblr because I don’t want the link to be something I can’t take down if I need to (please don’t post publicly on tumblr either! and check the rules/disclaimer document), but I’ll post a link to the tweet I share it in in the reblogs/replies! (Further rambling below the cut)

It’s a WIP as I’m tracking down the original sources and context of various images & I’m trying to find untranslated versions where applicable (as some are from translation teams who may not want their work in the drive) - but I’m hoping that’ll also make the Drive a robust archive regardless of whether the work needs to be taken down at any point (e.g. copyright removal requests). Since so much of the extra content is on Twitter, it’s actually very easy to locate the sources and provide dates! And I’ll probably throw in some extra links like Shirahama inking or the anime announcement trailer too :)

On that note sldjfg I might ask for some help to scrub through old tweets from Shirahama at some point, or just grunt work copy/pasting links from some of her twitter moments that compile individual artwork. So far I’ve focused on “sets” that I have the information of (like magazine covers, chapter cover art, volume covers, countdowns and holiday art) since it’s easier to nail down dates or sources for those, but for the rest... it’s gonna be a slog pfff. So if you know how to use the advanced twitter search to comb through time frames, I might have a job for you in future lmao.

But!! General statement for this archive - it is meant to be an archive, so the focus is on documenting source, context, etc. Which means logging the original tweets and whether they’re any explanatory text attached is far more important that reuploading artwork - if the artwork is requested to come down, it will! Whether that’s a request from the copyright holders, or translators. So DO keep in mind the rules regarding reuploading or sharing the link to the drive - I really wanna keep this stuff of Pintrest lol, but also keeping the link to the drive private or easy to delete (so, not a direct link on tumblr) is a must innit.

#witch hat atelier #tongari boushi no atelier #wha #tbna #presently though my focus is getting the easy stuff uploaded #i also have a copy of the colouring book but I don't want to pull all the pages out to scan them unless im ready to colour them lol #but at least i know what im looking for - i have a few pages already

[choicesflashfics]

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[saltedslugspine]

i definitely read this somewhere a year ago and im regurgitating it but 

i absolutely HATE the way that spike slowly becomes a chill dude, albeit slightly unhinged, but stands up for his friends and is chill around women to a raging misogynistic asshole by the fourth season. we get four spike appearances and they literally just show the decline in his alter ego throughout the whole show. first season, spike literally puts together a football team (and counts bree in as an equal which he would NEVER do by the fourth season since women are so delicate omg). and they work as a team! he’s not trying to impress anyone and is just kinda vibing. season two things go downhill slightly but not by much. he really only fights perry and tries to make a few unsuspecting students eat it. again, he’s regarding perry as his equal (even though the show may say she doesn’t count because she’s not what most people would consider a women). third season really ruins the whole character and gimmick. like it’s already devastating enough that chase is stressed out enough on his date with sabrina for spike to pop out and then spike’s actions just make it ten times worse. like he’s never shown any inclination of needing to “woo” the lady or stupid gender norms in general. like it’s actually so disgusting watching him “flirt” with over the top pet names and trying to impress her by beating up adam. his motivation is to take care of the threat which is infringing on him (in this case, adam) NOT complete the side mission of ogling women. fourth season is the absolute worst spike episode, and not just because i literally stopped watching the show for 5 years solely because of it LMAO. here, spike is a full blown misogynist and there’s no beating around the bush anymore. like after being set on kate or spikette to turn her back, he merely starts flirting with her and then proclaims that he doesn’t fight girls. AND THEN when spikette and bree or now spikerella are ready to duel, he’s like “this should be good. everyone knows girls can’t fight.” and it’s meant to be this offhand remark that eventually gets shot down at the end, but the way they went through with it pisses me off so much. AND EVEN CHASE AT THE END IS LIKE “I guess girls can fight, who knew?” LIKE DOES HE STILL HAVE A TRACE OF SPIKE IN HIM OR????? he would literally never say that???? so yeah, that is how the evolution of spike has gone from chaotic to pure sexism throughout the span of lab rats. 

please please please if you know the person who said this first let me know and i will credit them i know i did not think of this on my own

#chase davenport #bree davenport #adam davenport #leo dooley #lab rats #lab rats disney ex #lab rats bionic island #i wrote this in five minutes

[in-my-feels-probably]

Untitled Dramione Fic

Hi! Here are the first 2 (unedited) chapters I have drafted for a potential Dramione fic I am working on. I have a few ideas planned ahead for it and things I need to add both to these chapters and to the introductory paragraphs, but I wanted to get a sample out of what I have so far.

This is basically just me seeing if anyone is interested and wants me to continue writing it, or if I should hold off for now. If this does well, I’ll write more official chapters and post the first 5 on Wattpad and Ao3, and I’ll let you know more about that if it happens. 

I have some ideas and things I’m happy to share with you if it interests you, I just didn’t include any major plot lines or spoilers or anything huge because I don’t want anyone to take my ideas. I know this is a similar base point of a lot of Dramione pics, but I promise I have a lot of original ideas that will make their way into the fic if I continue, it won’t be a copy of another fic, but I’ll credit any inspiration taken from one. Please don’t copy my work or post it without my permission.

So I’m asking anyone who reads this to feel free to add anything to it. You can give me ideas, or alter anything I’ve started, tell me what you like and don’t like, or what you’d like to see in later chapters. Please remember that this is a rough draft, so pardon anything that isn’t written that well, it’ll get fixed and edited. I want to write something that people enjoy, so I’ll make sure to include any major themes or tropes and plots you want. But seriously, anything you have to say, whether it be questions, tips, praise, criticism, it’s all welcome. You can comment, message me, or submit an ask with anything you have to say, I’ll appreciate whatever you do.

That’s basically it, thank you for reading and giving me any feedback, and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Hermione had long since scourgified the blood away from her hands, but she still stared blankly at the tile floor as she held shaking hands in the scalding water under the tap. This pain, she could bear. She had become used to the physical anguish of war, with a few years to grow accustomed to it. This part was easy for her.

The pain of losing someone, however, was as fresh as the day Dumbledore had died. And although she had grown to loathe the man after, she still felt a little prick in her heart at the mention of his name. She had seen countless deaths since then, and has even been responsible for a few herself. She tried to let the faces blend together, and tried to detach herself from who they were, how she knew them, what they were fighting for.

She let the water run over her hands a few moments longer, the skin so red it looked like it was beginning to blister. She faintly recognized the pain, but she kept her eyes to the floor, zoning in on the tile pattern. A lion, stood tall and powerful on its hind legs, a symbol of courage, and bravery. Ironic, considering how fast the courage drained in the room when the shadow of death was looming. Still, she stared at the mosaic on the tiles, watching how the light gleamed across the floor.

She would’ve stared at the floor all day if it meant not having to face it. Anything to prolong the imminent pain of turning around and seeing Neville Longbottom’s cold dead body, lying there on the table.

She sucked in a breath, willing the tears not to fall.

She turned to face Neville, feeling her stomach turn at the sight of him. Having spent the better part of the war learning spells and countercurses that would be useful in the war effort, she had done what she could to help Neville. He had been hit with a Furnunculus curse, which covers the target in boils.

Normally, a charm or hex like this one could be easily countered and remedied. However, as the playing field between sides began narrowing, Voldemort ordered his brightest witches and wizards to begin studying curses and spells. His efforts were successful, as simple spells normally used for pranks, were altered into life threatening curses, if not countered quickly.

Hermione hadn’t seen anything like this curse. The boils were filled with poison, slowly seeping into the bloodstream of the victim. Once enough was in their system, there was nothing that could be done.

When Neville was rushed in, screaming, and being practically carried by Dean Thomas, Hermione was called in from Snape’s laboratory where she was studying, and she had apparated to St. Mungo’s, where she and the hospital ward healers rushed to help. Normally, she worked clinically and efficiently with victims, skilled at her craft.

But this was Neville.

The boy who lost his toad on the first day of class, who took Ginny to the Yule Ball. One of the first to volunteer for field missions, despite the blatant horror on his face. His stubborn Gryffindor bravery had shined through.

She saw no bravery on his face as he looked to her with pleading eyes, begging for help, no actual words coming out from the gargling in his throat. At the end, he managed to screech out, “Kill Me!” before spitting up blood onto the lion mosaic on the floor..

Sometimes, Hermione wished her friends would have adopted the Slytherin trait of self preservation.

Hermione’s mind began racing with what if’s, berating herself for not studying hard enough, for not paying attention enough when, before he was killed a month later, Kingsley Shacklebolt ordered the entire Order learn basic healing spells. Not that it mattered much, she was probably one of the only students to take it seriously. Most of them thought the war would be a quick feat, and the extra schooling was unnecessary.

The blind optimism died after the first field mission, when countless students came back cursed into oblivion. What Hermione would have given to have Madam Pomfrey alongside her, reminding her of the basics.

Voldemort was quick to rip away that advantage, too. He had sent Fenrir Greyback after particularly useful members of the Resistance. Greyback made it through half the hospital ward, including Pomfrey, before McGonagall took him out.  

Hermione was forced to pull herself together, trying to remember every shred of knowledge she had learned about healing and countering curses. She wasn’t a great healer, by any means. She could hold her own, but her real talent was in her work with curses.

But Neville had gotten there too late.

Hermione had no choice but to watch as the boils leaking into his skin sputtered blood and poison, Neville laying on the table, screaming and writhing.

He was the most recent of the mercy kills on her list.

After he was gone, and everyone had filed out of the room, their eyes glossed over, staring blankly, Hermione was forced to analyze the body, to try and figure out what the curse was made up of.

Because the Order hardly let her out in the field, her value with her mind was too great to lose, she was quite knowledgeable in the new curses emerging from the field everyday, and she was able to figure out the curse easily enough. All she could do now is send her findings to Bill Weasley in whatever safe house or country he was in. He hadn’t been studying Cursebreaking for long before the war made it too difficult to continue running Hogwarts or the Ministry, and Voldemort had certainly corrupted what was left. However, Hermione and some of the Professors thought Bill had a knack for it, and continued his training. For the past two years, all curses identified through her were sent to Bill to reimplement into the field training.

Still, she thought she would double check with Snape when he got back from the mission Voldemort called him back for.

Hermione was one of the few to know that Snape was a spy for the order. She found out soon after Dumbledore died, when the war started picking up. She was wary at first, but she had to admit, his knowledge of spells, potions, and charms were fascinating, and incredibly valuable. It was enough to trump her own disdain for the man, for the greater good.

Now, she only wished to herself that things were normal, and that she could go back to Hogwarts and sit in another one of Snape’s classes. The opportunity seemed a lifetime away.

She shook her head, clearing her throat. Now wasn’t the time for dreams. She turned back to Neville, pulling the sheet up and over his body. She stood still next to him, before she registered Harry walking in.

He walked up to the table, lifting the sheet to see Neville’s face. Hermione watched the lines set on his face into a grimace. He dropped the sheet, his fists balled at his sides until the knuckles turned white.

“So it’s true, then?”

Hermione said nothing, fiddling with a string coming out of the hem of her apron. Harry mumbled swears under his breath, slamming a fist on the table. Hermione fought the urge to flinch back.

“Fuck!”

“Harry, you shouldn’t be here, it's not safe.” Hermione slowly raised a hand and placed it on his shoulder.

It was torture, watching Harry’s spirit crumble. The only time she ever saw him anymore with a genuine smile on his face was when he was around Ginny. Hermione didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Still, it wasn’t safe for Harry to be out in a place so public, not on a mission. She wished Dean had brought Neville to one of their warded and armed hospitals, but St. Mungo’s was the closest. And it would have been pretty empty, with people too scared of attacks to attempt a visit.

Harry sighed, gripping her hand in his.

“You shouldn’t be here either, ‘Mione. We need to go,” he mumbled.

Hermione nodded, calling in a healer to take care of Neville. She felt the sting behind her eyes, and just before apparating, she called out, her voice masking a sob.

“Please be careful with him.”

Chapter 2

They landed in front of Grimmauld Place, which had been abandoned towards the beginning of the war. After Sirius died, it stopped being used for meetings. Kreacher died soon after, and although he was very old, Hermione thought it was more probable that his heart couldn’t handle losing another Black heir. Grimmauld Place stood vacant, minus the vandalization the Death Eaters must have been responsible for, or others who resented the Order for not fighting back hard enough.

Hermione let her eyes close for a moment, feeling the wind blow through her hair. “Harry, we shouldn’t be out here, either. If Lupin knew–”

“I know, Hermione! I know!” Harry threw his hands up in the air as he spoke, and the wind brushed the hair back from his forehead. His hair had grown in length, wisping in tufts, framing his face. When it was pushed back like this, Hermione glanced at him and realized just how young he looked. How young he was. With everything he had been through, he carried himself a lot older. A long scar, more realistically resembling a lightning bolt, ran down the length of his face from his temple to his jaw. He had gotten it on one of the first missions out, around the same time he realized he was going to have to learn nastier spells. It was visible now.

Harry sighed, running a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. Just give me a minute, yeah?”

Hermione nodded, quickly scanning the area, before taking a seat on the step. She watched Harry’s mouth open and close, like he was fighting himself to speak, and she noticed the bob in his throat. It was silent a moment longer, and he finally spoke.

“Seeing Neville like that…it reminded me of him. I just miss him. I really fucking miss him.”

Hermione felt her heart ache at the mention, balling her fists until she was sure her nails had drawn blood on her palms.

Ron.

Ron had died a little over a year ago. The three were out hunting for Horcruxes, when Ron got mad about something, something so little that Hermione couldn’t even recall exactly what it was anymore, and he stormed out of the tent. Hermione had tried to go after him, calling out to him, but he apparated, and was gone.

His body was found at the Burrow three days later.

Nobody was staying there, but Lupin went to check on it often. It was used as an emergency hideout or post delivery point. Nobody knew this but a few members of the Order. Hermione supposed the use of the Burrow was just a sick message. Ron’s family home, an homage to his death.

Ron was found strung up from the second story window, with a sign around his neck.

It read,

“Found the moronic blood traitor on his own. Trouble in paradise? The Mudblood is next, then the Order, and then, Potter. You have my word. The Dark Lord sends his regards. - L.M.”

Lucius Malfoy had found him wandering alone, trying to send a letter with an update on the Horcrux hunt. Snape determined that Ron had been victim to the Imperious curse, forced to wrap the rope around his own neck and jump off the ledge himself. His chest was puffed out, meaning Lucius had used a spell to keep putting air in his lungs, just enough to keep him alive, while he was strangled to death. From the lacerations on his neck, it was clear he had hung for a while, struggling, before he finally died.

Hermione coped by throwing herself into her work. Becoming Snape’s apprentice, learning healing, spells, charms, hexes, and counterhexes. She was easily one of the most skilled and valued witches of her time. She tried her best to see Harry as often as she could, but the pair would never be the same as the trio.

Harry never got over it.

He blamed himself, and spent most of his time out on missions. He never used an Unforgivable Curse, but he had killed many Death Eaters before he finally mustered up the courage to go to Ginny. As far as Hermione was concerned, Ginny was the bravest person she had ever met. Ginny had already lost Percy and Charlie, so she knew how to cope with Ron’s death. She carried her family, she carried Harry, and they all made it through as best they could. One of Hermione’s favorite things was seeing how soft Harry would go around her. He was always angry, but never with her.

Hermione tried not to think about Ron, and if she did, it was only the good things. She couldn’t bear thinking about the night he left, she already blamed herself enough already. But Harry had now reminded her of him, and reopened that wound. But now, it wasn’t just him. It was Neville too.

“Hermione, we have to do something, we need an advantage. I can’t lose more people to them, not like this. They’re suffering for nothing. We’re sending them out there defenseless against the magic Voldemort has them creating daily now.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “What are you asking me, Harry? I’m doing my best.”

“It’s not enough!”

Hermione felt a pang in her chest, and she let out the smallest gasp. She saw the regret on his face, and she knew he was sorry. He wished he hadn’t said it, but he meant every word, that was clear.

Hermione cleared her throat. “I know you’re hurting, Harry. And I’m sorry. But I am trying my best. I’m sorry that’s not enough for you.”

Harry’s face fell, regret clear on his face. “Hermione, I’m sorry, really. I’m just frustrated, I didn’t mean that.”

She smiled sadly at him. “You meant it. Just ask whatever it is you’re thinking about so I can get back where I’m needed.”

Harry’s lips pressed into a thin line, now unsure if he should ask what has been bothering him for days now. With a raise of Hermione’s brow, signaling him to continue, he spoke. “We’re getting demolished on the field. Voldemort has new curses created everyday, and we’re sending out our own to take the brunt of it. I’m fucking tired, Hermione. It’s not fair. You’re working till your fingers bleed, and it doesn’t make a fucking difference! We’re drowning—”

“What are you asking, Harry?” Hermione cut him off, getting overwhelmed..

He took a deep breath. “Can you…can you create curses? You spend all day breaking them down, surely you can put one back together.”

Hermione furrowed her brows in confusion. “Create a curse? A curse that does what, exactly?”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know, ‘Mione, but I’m sure you can come up with something. I don’t care what it does, but we need something to even the playing field, we need something that really does some damage. I’m not asking you to kill anyone yourself, or help the Order do it, but…we’re a few good fighters away from having to use Unbreakables, and I don’t want to be the one to suggest it.”

Hermione shuddered at the idea of the Chosen One, with a flash of green emerging from the tip of his wand.

She couldn’t believe her best friend, the one she had fixed his glasses for in First year, was reduced to another soldier in the ranks, broken and battered by war. Then again, she couldn’t believe the depths she had gone to herself. Maybe things would have gone over smoother if Dumbledore hadn’t gotten himself killed, and all his secrets with him.

“Some of the others, they’re not willing to use them, not just yet. But eventually, the majority will be in favor, even Lupin. We need to offer them something else, something effective. Lethal, even. We need a fair fight,” Harry finished, taking a breath.

Hermione sighed exasperatedly, bringing fingers up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Harry, are you sure? Some of these curses are really dark, they take a toll on you. You know Lupin will be furious if he finds out what we’re doing. Do you want to be responsible for its effects?”

“That depends on what ideas you have,” Harry halfheartedly jokes.

She nodded, running a hand through wild hair. She racked her brain for every possibility, any part of her knowledge that would be useful. She pondered over ideas for a moment, calculating in her head. Suddenly, she looked up at Harry, eyes wide.

“What is it?” Harry cautiously questioned.

“Harry, where are you keeping the Marvolo ring?” She quietly asked.

Harry appeared confused, but he reached out to her anyway. “Come on, I’ll take you.”

She grabbed his hand in hers, and they apparated away from Grimmauld Place.

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A/N - Thank you for reading! Let me know what you thought.  

#dramione #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #harry potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter fics #dramione fic #dramione fic recs

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

...Scene/Story imagined...

((A/N: this gonna be messy and I'm sorry.So I saw the credit scene of Moon Knight and I could get this image off my head. And please don't judge because this is Jack Lockley x Reader and Khonshu x reader))

((And also the song Jack had on "My way of life By Frank Sinatra" fits too well!!))

A little background :

(Y/n) is khonshu's priestess, he found her during one of Marc's missions and sensing her mystic energy that is connected to the moon he asked her to be his priestess, which after long persuasion she accepts. Now, Khonshu have grown very affectionate towards his dear priestess and would always give her gifts and makes sure to praise every day and night.

Marc however doesn't care much for her. Yes, he protects her and he did spend time with her, but he doesn't see her other than a pitiful soul like himself that has been tricked by khonshu. He had told her about his D.I.D and told her to stay away from Steven's life and never interact with him, it hurt her because she wanted to get closer to him sense they work for the same god. Although khonshu was angry with Marc's disrespect to his precious priestess he was happy to know that when Steven is in control that means he'll have more alone time with his dear little one.

During Harrow's mission to bring ammit back Khonshu instructed her to stay away as much as she can so that his men don't target her, but she had to come back at some point meeting Layla and Steven in the process and getting a little jealous and hurt of the attention and care she gets from not only Marc but also Steven.

On the last moments, when they finally imprisoned ammit, (Y/n) also tried to press Marc into killing ammit and harrow, but that only made him look at her with anger.

"Who are you to speak of what is right and wrong, don't think so high of yourself to dare and boss me as well, because in the end, you are just a glorified pet that the bird picked up and keeps around."

Those words hurt her a lot because even if they weren't that close she still cared for Marc, but in the end he showed her his true feelings towards her.

((spoiler!))Time skip to the Limo scene:

(Y/n) was wearing a beautiful classy white dress and sitting on khonshu's lap and he pettedher head and ran his fingers through her hair ((I know he is supposed to be transparent bare with me)) she had a nonchalant look as harrow made fun of her and Khonshu.

"Meet Our friend, Jack Locklely."

After Jack killed Harrow and ammit, he turned to drive away but before that his eyes met (Y/n)'s and he winked at her with a grin, making her blush and bury her face further in Khonhsu's chest as he continued to pet her head and assure her thay the body with be disposed of soon. When she first saw Jack she was confused because she truely believed that she won't be seeing Marc again, but there he was. Her confusion grew further when he came towards her and held her hand to kiss it, making her blush red.

"Un placer conocerte por fin mi señora~"

And khonshu explains to her who Jack Locklely, and how he found a loophole in the deal, because as much as he doesn't like to admit it marc was too great of an avatar to just let him go, so he took the chance of him blacking out to make a new deal with Jack.

And as she exists the limo, with Jack's hand holding hers before kissing it gently, she couldn't help the guilt she felt. Because it was clear how Jack returned her feelings, and that he has no eyes on anyone but her, not even Layla. But she let Jack's sweet whispers Drown all the guilt away, and laughed at how, he and khonshu would fight over her attention.

She did everything to distract herself from the thought of what would happen when marc and Steven find out about the new alter, his deal with Khonshu, and that lile Khonshu she took advantage of it.

Maybe she is as bad as Marc said...

#Jack Locklely x reader #khonshu x reader

[discoveriesoftheself]

Curious Calico

Summary: Della gives Gyro a gift.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Word Count: 2,145

Also Available On AO3 !!!

"Della you know I hate-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, glasses. Whatever. Just trust me for once, Gearloose."

Gyro and Della were… an odd friendship to say the least. Constantly going against each other, fighting almost daily, in all honesty, most people had assumed they hated each other. But if someone said something bad about one? The other would make sure you wouldn't be saying anything to anyone for a few days.

Della was… energetic. Sometimes too much so. At times when she was too hyper to really think through her decisions, Gyro would be able to calm her down. No one knew why, but hey, anything to stop Della from skydiving off the roof of the money bin.

The pair also shared an interest in science. More specifically, Gyro needed test subjects and Della was reckless. So at every mention of testing a new ray gun or appearance altering chemical, Della would be there without hesitation. This constantly had Gyro scared of hurting her, though he'd never admit he actually cared about her wellbeing, insisting he was only worried about getting fired.

And that dynamic was part of how they worked even now, as Della dragged Gyro (who couldn't see a thing, thanks to Della snatching his glasses) across the street.

"Trust has nothing to do with it! We're next to the highway, I could die! And don't pretend Mr. McDuck would appreciate having to replace another lab employee after last month's incident." He rambled on, frantically trying to see ahead of him, barely avoiding tripping on the curb.

"Oh please. Uncle Scrooge didn’t even like that guy. But I guess you're right," She started, no longer running. She placed Gyro's glasses back onto his face, letting go of his hand as he went to adjust them. "We're here anyways."

Fixing his glasses, Gyro shook his head, dizzy. Once his vision returned, he looked up, only to turn back towards Della, confused and annoyed.

"Della… Is there a reason we're at my apartment? You know I have plans that need to be finished, if this is another one of your 'self-care' attempts I'm going to-" He was cut off by Della slapping her hand over his beak.

"Oh shut it, G. It's only half a self-care attempt. I got you something. And before you start whining again, I already got Scrooge's permission to drag you away from your precious robots."

"I will have you know that those 'robots' are built to take care of smaller tasks around the lab and the bin, replacing the need for hired help. They'll save Mr. McDuck millions-"

"We get it. My best friend's a genius. Just go inside." She pushed him towards the door, grinning at the way he got visibly awkward when she called him 'her best friend'. She watched as he rolled his eyes and walked up to the door, making another teasing comment as he pulled out his keys. "But you know… If you actually took those self-care days maybe I wouldn't be so uhm… What was that word you used?"

"Adamant." Gyro sighed.

"Yeah, that! Wouldn't be so adamant about it. I know you always say you're the smart one but I don’t think I get enough credit for what I-" She was cut off by Gyro, sounding panicked.

"Why is this door unlocked?! I could've sworn I locked it this morning. No, I know I did-"

"Calm down, I probably just forgot to lock it."

"What do you mean you forgot to lock it, you haven't been over in more than a week. This could be a break-in!"

"Nah," She shrugged. "I was here this morning looking for something."

"I was in the lab last night, you wouldn't have been able to get in-"

"I picked the lock." She said, casually.

"You what?!" Gyro squawked.

Della just laughed, pushing past him and opening the door, walking into the apartment. "See? No one here. Just me, you're fine." She walked over and grabbed Gyro's hand again, pulling him in with her. As they entered, Gyro yanked his hand back, scoffing.

"You think you can just causally talk after admitting to breaking into my apartment?!"

"Yes?" She answered, laughing. "What are you gonna do? Call the cops? They barely trust you as is after that ray gun went off in the park. You know you really shouldn't test weapons near kids." Gyro rolled his eyes at the reprimanding, laughing quietly.

"Well, that kid was at least 8. Should've known not to touch the giant laser gun. Natural selection in my opinion." He started, smirking. "Wait, no! You can't pretend you didn't break into-"

"I'll pay you back! Jeez, calm down. Just go sit over there. I brought snacks." Della pushed him over to the couch before walking towards the kitchen. Gyro called after her.

"By 'brought' you mean 'left them here when you broke into my home this morning, right?"

"Yep!" She pushed things aside in the cabinets, pulling out the container she'd hid there earlier.

She walked back into the living room, ignoring the glare she felt in the back of her head. She slid the container onto the coffee table, then looked at her friend, expectantly.

Gyro opened the box and pulled out a cookie, looking at it hesitantly. "…Are they gluten free?"

"Well I wouldn’t try to kill you, would I?"

He stared at her silently, eyebrows raised.

"Okay, point taken. Yes, they are." Della insisted, putting her hands up and walking back to the kitchen. "Cherry blossom tea?"

"Yes, thank you." He sighed, accepting that, once again, the girl who barely understood basic algebra had managed to trick him. (Really, how did she keep doing that?)

The sizzling of the kettle on the stove mixed with the lack of sleep let the fog in his head get heavier, and he looked around the room tiredly.

His eyes settled on the closet door down the hall next to him, and he frowned. In that closet were the scrapbooks and cameras filled with memories from his childhood. Journals documenting his time in Tokyolk. He'd tossed them into boxes the second he got the offer to come work for the McDucks.

He never ended up unpacking them.

"Gearloose?"

"Hm?"

"Gyro!" Della waved a hand in front of his face, and Gyro startled, sitting up straight.

"Sorry, sorry. How long was I out?"

"Just a few minutes, how long have you been up?" She asked with false casualty.

Narrowing his eyes, Gyro sipped his tea, placing it down on the table before answering. "28 hours."

"Yeah, uh huh. Try again, Gearloose." She dropped the casualty, scoffing when she found Gyro pretending to be checking his texts. Snatching the phone from his hand, she dropped herself onto the couch next to him, ignoring his protests.

"Okay! 4 days or so, it's not so bad." He rolled his eyes, swatting away her hand that was reaching to mess up his hair.

"I'd normally lecture you-" Della started, before she was promptly cut off.

"I am well aware of the consequences-"

"But," She continued, shoving the mug of tea back into Gyro's hands to keep him quiet. "I know you don't want to hear it, and I kind of want you to be in a good mood for this, so…" She trailed off, standing and walking over to the hallway.

Gyro stood to follow her, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Good mood for what? Where do you think you're going?" He heard the bathroom door open around the corner, and Della shouted back from down the hall.

"Stay in there! I got you a present!" She said excitedly, and the chicken frowned.

"Della, you know I'm not comfortable-"

"Don't worry! It wasn't expensive, not even by your standards, so it's not a handout, and you can take it guilt free!"

He didn't answer that, simply sighing and sitting back down. When Della didn’t come back for a minute, then five, and he became self aware of his hand tapping the arm of the couch, he called out to her again.

"Della what are you doing in there?"

"Hold on! Almost got it…" A clatter of something falling over had Gyro standing again. "Got it! Okay wait in there! And close your eyes!"

"This is ridiculous…" He muttered, but closed his eyes nonetheless. As he stood there, he heard Della rush into the room, and a heavy thud as she placed something on the table.

"Okay, I'm gonna just grab your hands, watch your step," She pulled him over to the table. "And just sit on the floor here."

She let go of his hands, and he knelt down. "Della if something explodes in my face I will personally make sure you never know another day of peace in your life."

"You and I both know that I have never known peace ever. Now shut up and open your eyes!"

…

"Della…"

"Don't you love it?!"

"This is a cat."

An answering high-pitched meow came from the crate on the table.

"I know! You're gonna love her I just know it! Come on, let her out!"

"What, is she rabid or something?"

"You really just have no faith in me, do you?"

Rolling her eyes, Della reached to the crate, unlatching the door and picking up the kitten with both of her hands.

It was a calico, no more than three weeks old, patches of brown and orange, a spot of white on its left ear.

"Come on, just hold her!" She put the kitten on Gyro's lap, moving his hands behind and over it, stopping it from jumping off.

Despite his comments, Gyro picked the cat up, cradling her in his hands and lifting her up to look at her.

"She's just like you, G. She can barely see, either!"  Della laughed, trailing off when she didn't get an annoyed scoff or needlessly wordy joke in response.

"…Gyro? You good?"

He was holding the cat up to his chest as she stood up on her back legs, resting her front paws on his face.

"Well aren't you just a curious thing…" He muttered. "Della?"

"Yeah?"

"Why?"

"Well I figured you had to talk to someone and ya keep ignoring my offers to set you up with a therapist. Plus you mentioned a few months ago that you had a cat growing up so I figured you'd probably want one of those over a dog. But anyways I cleared some paperwork and if you're not doing anything crazy dangerous for once she can come into the lab to keep you from getting overwhelmed and stuff, Uncle Scrooge is fine with it."

She smiled widely, watching her best friend's face morph as she spoke, from confusion to shock to (though he'd never admit it) a sort of sad smile.

"You broke into my apartment…"

"Yes."

"Tore me away from my projects…"

"Yep."

"For a cat."

"For you." She insisted. "So hurry up and say something so I know whether I should hug you or start running."

She watched only slightly anxiously as Gyro stared at her for another moment before bursting out laughing. His hands shot up to cover his mouth as he laughed, leaving the cat on his lap to jump onto the coffee table. She lied down on the table, tilting her head at the chicken curiously.

"You-" Gyro spoke through his laughs, finally calming his breathing. "You're insane, you know that?" He sighed.

"Thank you, Della."

"I'm sorry? Did I just get the first ever 'thank you' out of the Gyro Gearloose?"

"I take it back." He said, completely deadpan.

"Okay, okay. You're welcome nerd."

He smiled again, watching as the cat curled up back in his lap now that he'd calmed down.

"Where did you find her?"

"Gladstone's cat had kittens, this one ended up stowing away in my bag. You tend to not question anything that happens at Gladstone's place."

"Makes sense, I suppose." He hummed.

"Anyway…" Della sang, "Mochi here is gonna watch over you and keep you sane when I'm not there to do it for her."

"Watch your- wait what did you call her?" He squawked, looking at her with something akin to disappointment.

"Mochi!" She laughed. "You know, since you… lived in Japan…" She trailed off, pouting. "You never like my jokes."

"You're terrible." Gyro said, hiding (and failing) to hide his laugh.

"Aw, you love me!" She threw herself into his side, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him. She laughed out an apology as Mochi jumped onto the arm of the couch to avoid her arms.

"Get off of me, Della, you're crushing me!" He complained, but hugged her back anyway, not bothering to hide his smile anymore.

Mochi looked at them from the arm of the couch, and tilted her head again.

They really were an odd friendship, weren't they?

#Ducktales #Ducktales DOTS #Gyro Gearloose #Della Duck #DOTS Fics #DOTS AU #This has not been edited in over 2 years but I wanted to give you guys something after disappearing #More kids character intros coming tomorrow probably

[yourfirstson]

Template credits ( here || here ) || All gifs and edits on this blog we're made for me to use and not be to taken and will be marked with the blog user. Other works there was permission to use and big thanks to those lovely creators.

Independent roleplay blog made for Alexander Claremont-Diaz of the book/film Red, White & Royal Blue. This will be book & movie canon mixed and with twists made by the likes of the mun, Starry.

This blog is semi-selective and private, so not everyone will get to interact and mutuals will come first. However, I get in moods, so don't be afraid to answer an open or ask for a thread. Single shipping only with @yourprincehenry / @hrhprincehenryfox only.

This is a single blog for now, new back to the indie world and trying it out again. I won't follow back at the moment but doesn't mean we can't interact. I will be a bit picky, but not closed off. I'm nice, come to me!

I won't be here daily as I have other blogs I run, work often and I have a child to care for. I'm also helping out my partner a lot with things so patience is key. Rules and credits are below the cut.

Disclaimer/Credits

I'm not at all claiming to own any part of Alex, Henry or Red, White & Royal Blue. I'm just a harmless fan. I also have no connection to Taylor or Nicholas, again, just a fan.

This is a harmless roleplay account for fun and will play off both movie and book canon. There will also be my own take as I didn't create Alex and not the same person as other Alex RPers, so please keep in mind, this is both canon and my altered take on the character.

Nothing on this blog is mine, credit to all those letting me use thier work. Also huge thanks to yourprincehenry, Constantine for making some amazing icon and gif edits for me, all marked with my blog user. Don't take them, please as they were made special for me.

If needed the Mun FC will be Selena Gomez or Jenna Ortega.

The Rules

Mun and muse are 21+ in age range, so adult themes will take place and be tagged as needed. Smut and too strongly triggered content will be placed under a read more and tagged accordingly. Anything under a readmore and not tagged -- it's best you not read. Trust me, I'll try a lot of themes

With that being said things like rape, incest, bestiality, the act of abuse/assault (not played out by my muse on yours or yours on mine) -- these are an absolute no. I will test out elements of supernatural, dark/horror themes and might even dabble in m-preg. If you're not okay with mpreg, ignore anything untagged and under read mores.

I will only be shipping Alex with Henry, and I will only be shipping with the Henry on yourprincehenry. However, I'd love to interact with other characters from the movie and books. I'd love a Nora and June more than you'd know.

I am semi-selective, meaning I'll be a bit picky who I RP with and I will be interacting with mutuals first. I'm also a bit private, this just means I won't interact with everyone. I don't want to overwhelm myself getting back into the indie world. For the most part, just ask and surely we can work something out.

I will post open starters at times and those will always be open unless deleted and you're always welcome to answer them, no matter who you are. I will admit to not always answering other Alex or Henry muses, but other characters from RWRB, canons from other things or even OCs are welcome.

I might miss things so, if I miss our thread you can remind me after a few days. After that, just have patience, as I am also busy with life and other accounts..

My personal life will always come first, so this will make activity a bit spotty, but I'm trying, so bare with me. Again, new to the indie world and this is a sideblog for the time being.

I don't have any banned FCs right now, however no one problematic or no longer alive is obviously a no. I'd also like to add, same FCs are fine, but I will not interact with anyone doing the "same face, look the same/similar" thing unless there's like a twins plot or something.

No Mary-Sue types welcome, so have a bio for your OC, otherwise, I will respectfully decline interacting with you. It's nothing person but all characters should feel real, have flaws and not just be always perfect. I personally am one that loves the flaws, makes the characters charming to me.

Just for myself, I'll be a bit selective with who I follow and roleplay with so I don't want to get overwhelmed but also again, new back to the indie world. Just respond to an open to ask and we can surely interact.

I am open to putting Alex in different fandoms, however, he's still always with his Henry. I'll try to make different verse for these fandoms in time, however, but again, single ship only.

I use gifs and rp icons with small text, nothing too fancy. All I ask of you is to cut your posts. Un-cut posts are my biggest pet-peeve so please, keep this in mind before proceeding. I also don't like big/mobile gifs, so I'd appreciate those little to none, thank you. Just looks bad and the mobile gif search seems rude to some creators. I am open to threads without gifs/icons as well.

I have no triggers really but as stated, I don't care for rape, abuse, assault, suicide or self harm. They're not topics to take lightly, so I'd like little to none of these addressed on this blog if possible.

This is a casual reminder that mun and muse aren't the same. I'm not Alex, Alex isn't me. We share different as well as similar thoughts. However, if he's not happy, doesn't me I'm not.

[bookofbonbon]

dialogue prompt list: 3/?

A compilation of some of my fave dialogue prompts.

All creators have been credited + specific list linked as I've only taken the specific ones that I liked from the lists (a few prompts are very slightly altered).

post not rebloggable - happy to remove any if original creator wants me to.

@novelbear (x)

“i’m not blushing. i don’t blush.”

“so…if i liked you, i don’t by the way, but if i did-”

“friends kiss eachother right?” “no.” “i mean-”

“why do you feel the need to always clarify that every compliment is platonic?”

“stop making excuses before it’s too late…”

“A, please, everyone sees it but you.”

“i mean this in the most friendly way possible, you are easily the most attractive person i know.”

“i think…i think i might like you.” “you think?”

“so if you don’t like them, then you won’t mind me asking them out then, right?”

“why are you acting like this?”

“listen, let me explain.”

@rosewritingprompts (x)

"You ever gotten stitches before?"

"How long did you think you could hide that?"

"You're a terrible liar."

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"It wasn't your fault."

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

"Do you know how to use a first aid kit?"

"Don't look at them, look at me."

"There's nothing you could have done."

"You're covered in blood, need to tell me something?"

"It's just a headache, I'm fine."

"Don't look down."

@memesomething (x)

“Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?” 

“Does this happen a lot?” 

“Hey, what happened between you two?” 

“When is the last time you ate?”

“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?” 

“You don’t feel safe, here.” 

“You were crying in your sleep.” 

“What do you dream about?” 

“Whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. What is it?” 

“You’re right, I don’t understand, yet. Will you help me?” 

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.” 

“You used to love that [item].” 

@leneemusing (x)

❝  i never realized how much i needed you until you were the one person who wasn’t there.  ❞

❝  you asked me once,  if i would ever take a chance on us...maybe that ship sailed.  but.  ask me again?  sometime— doesn’t have to be today.  maybe tomorrow just.  ask me again.  ❞

❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞

❝  have you ever had something...missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞

❝  you’re looking at me but you’re not seeing me.  do you know how that feels?  just see me.  please.  ❞

❝  i want to deserve you.  i’m trying to deserve you.  ❞

❝  do you like me?  i know you love me.  i know you care about me but.  do you like who i am?  ❞

❝  every time you walk away you take another piece of me with you.  ❞

❝  i no longer know where i end and you begin.  you’ve wound yourself around my soul so tightly,  you’re all i feel anymore.  ❞

❝  you’ve stolen my heart,  the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.  ❞

❝  i haven’t stopped thinking about the way you laugh.  i’m hoping i’ll get to hear it again.  ❞

❝  when your eyes are on me,  i feel like something worth seeing.  ❞

❝  i would do anything for you.  all my lines and rules.  they mean nothing when it comes to you.  it’d cross and break them all just to make you happy.  ❞

@poohsources (x)

❛  you’re the only person i have left !  ❜

❛  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ❜

❛  you’re my favorite person in the whole world.  ❜

❛  thank you for always being there for me.  ❜

❛  this means more to me than you can imagine.  ❜

❛  i care about you and i will always care about you.  ❜

❛  you’re acting like my mom.  ❜

❛  shut up and let me comfort you.  ❜

❛  i seriously regret letting you move in with me.  ❜

❛  it feels like you’ve always been part of my life.  ❜

❛  you know me better than anyone.  ❜

❛  this place is the closest thing to home i have.  ❜

❛  if you ask me , this whole ‘blood is thicker than water’ thing is nonsense.  ❜

❛  just face it , you’re stuck with me now - whether you want to or not.  ❜

❛  i want to grow old with you.  ❜

❛  you’re the first person who has accepted me for who i am.  ❜

❛  will you still love me even if i tell you my secret ?  ❜

❛  no matter what you do or say , i’m not leaving you.  ❜

❛  you don’t have to deal with this on you’re own.  ❜

❛  i want to help you , but you have to let me in.  ❜

❛  this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.  ❜ ❛  i’m here fore you. today. tomorrow. every day for the rest of you’re life.  ❜

❛  if you need me , just call for me.  ❜

@leneemusing (x)

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me.  you’re it.  you’re all i want.  ❞

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

❝  are they making you uncomfortable?  i can do something about it.  ❞

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that i’m yours.  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

❝  you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention.  ❞

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞

❝  i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.  ❞

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

❝  look at them like that again and you won’t be seeing anything.  ❞

❝  don’t you dare touch them.  ❞

❝  you heard them,  get lost.  ❞

❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞

❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞

❝  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞

❝  leave. before my patience runs out.  ❞

@nightprompts (x)

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ you can’t do this for me. i won’t let you. ❜

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜

❛ i hope to be the one you break your rules for. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ you know, they’re going to use the things you love against you. ❜

❛ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ❜

❛ you bandaged my wound with one hand, and held a knife in the other. ❜

❛ it’s pathetic really, how much i hope it’s me and you in the end. ❜

❛ i would destroy myself to fix you. ❜

❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜

❛ i wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and i’m sorry. ❜

❛ 'good’ is not a term anyone would use to describe you. ❜

❛ just like old times, huh? ❜

❛ i should kill you. why can’t i kill you?! ❜

❛ you’re pulling your punches. ❜

❛ i wish things were different between us. ❜

❛ they don’t know you like i know you. ❜

❛ i broke my rules for you. doesn’t that mean anything? ❜

❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜

❛ if i told you about the things I've done, would you still look at me as you are right now? ❜

❛ will your tongue still remember the taste of my lips? ❜

❛ will your lover caress you the way, that i did? ❜

❛ when night falls i am your escape. ❜

#dialogue prompt list

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The Base Sim Project’s FAQ

When I had this idea, I didn’t think I’d have so many interested parties. In fact, I didn’t think I’d get any questions, much less frequently asked ones, but here we are. Thank you to everyone who has shown an interest in this project!

Q: I want to make a Sim. How do I share it with you?

A: For now, just upload the file to whatever file sharing service you have available to you (Mega, Mediafire, Dropbox, Google Drive, SFS, etc.) and DM me the link on Reddit (@LimitedTimeOtter) or here on my Tumblr. If I get a lot more participation, I’m going to set up an email address, but for now, DMing me will do. 

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Q: How many Sims can I send you?

A: Please only send 5 Sims at a time, but you can send as many as you want as long as you send them in batches of 5 or less. That’s the easiest amount for me to get uploaded quickly.

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Q: What should I include in the file I send you?

A: Send me the .sim file, a CAS picture of the Sim, and a .txt (a Notepad file) telling me:

The Sims’ names if they have names

How you want to be credited (your name, Tumblr link, social media name, or if you want to be left anonymous)

What age group the Sim is (YA, A, Elder, teen, etc.)

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Q: Do I send you a Sims3pack or .sim file? 

A: A .sim file. Part of the reason is any CC and mods still present in the game can hitch a ride with the Sim in a Sims3pack (or so I’ve heard from Exchange horror stories) and they don’t with .sim files. This way, anyone who wants to download a Sim from the project will just get a Sim and no unwanted clutter.

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Q: How do I find the .sim file on my computer?

A: Click here for a full picture tutorial to locate your .sim file.

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Q: Can I use CC or sliders on my Sims?

A: No. This is a CC and slider free project. I want these Sims to be as accessible as possible so people can use them without CC they may not want in their game. Not everyone uses CC!

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Q: Should I make a single Sim or a whole family?

A: Either is welcome! It all depends on how much you want to create. Single Sims are great, families are great, anything you want to share is great lol. Keep in mind, the families will not be uploaded together as a single household. The Sims will be uploaded individually so other people can decide whether they want to use them as a family or not.

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Q: Do the Sims have to be YAs or can we make our Sims other ages?

A: They can be any age! My goal with this project is to have as diverse a pool as possible to draw from.

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Q: Can I use things like hair, clothes, and makeup from expansion/stuff packs on my Sims?

A: Yes, you can. Sims 3 replaces whatever items belonging to packs that the user doesn’t have installed with base game items and, in my personal experience, it’s been a smooth, bug-free transition. However, if you’re going to use items from other packs, please let me know what those items are (hair, clothes, makeup, etc., you don’t have to be super detailed, just let me know what category they’re in) and what pack(s) you used so I can include a disclaimer on the post and in the .txt file included with the Sim. I do ask that Store items are kept to a minimum, but pack items are fine. 

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Q: I’m not ok with my Sims being edited. Can I still participate?

A: The main idea behind this project was to have base Sims that people can edit to use any way they want. This may include just adding CC makeup and hair or it may include facial features and gender being changed. My rule of thumb is, don’t share any Sims you’re not ok with this happening to.

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Q: What will you do when you receive the Sims?

A: I will put the Sims into my own game, snap a CAS pic of them, then crop the pic, add a drop shadow, and write the name of the Sim at the top right corner of the pic just for easy reference. This is mainly so the pictures look as uniform as possible so as not to create a distraction for people looking for Sims to use. I will not alter the Sims’ appearance in any way. I will then upload a .zip file containing the .sim file, a .txt file including your credit, and the edited CAS picture of the Sim to SimFileShare and link it in a post tagged “sim download” and “townie project” on my Simblr.

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Q: Can I include lore with my Sims?

A: If you want to write lore, feel free! Otherwise, it’s not a requirement. These Sims will be used mainly as bases but if you want to include lore to be used as a base as well, I’ll accept that as long as it’s not too long and detailed. Remember, any scenarios you come up with for these Sims should be open-ended and not too strict. Other Simmers may use your storylines or they may ignore them entirely for storylines of their own. 

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Q: You made a mistake in my name/link/Sim’s name.

A: Well, dang. Unfortunately, that’s bound to happen at some point. If I make a mistake, just drop me a DM either on Reddit (@LimitedTimeOtter) or here and I’ll get it corrected as soon as I am able.

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Q: How do I install the Sims I download?

A: Extract the .zip file and locate the .sim file of the Sim you want. Then, navigate to your Saved Sims folder and drop the .sim file into it. That’s it! The Sim will then appear in your bin in CAS, ready to go.

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Q: What can I do with the Sims from this project?

A: Pretty much anything you want! Click here to see an example from my own game.

#sims 3 #townie project #faq