I know you’re scared.
I am too.
But so is Max.
And so is Non, for that matter.
All of you are letting your fear guide you, but somebody has to find the courage to stand up even though they’re afraid.
You know, the worst decisions that I’ve ever made in my life were based on fear.
But you showed me that there was another way to be strong, by having faith in people.
By believing that goodness would prevail.
And because of you, I started letting people in. I even opened up myself up to my assistant, Keira, who helped me have a relationship with my son again.
Poked at the mesh some more and ended up with moving some stuff around on the uvmap. Gave it a 3rd channel, but that made the overlay preset not look so good. Wasn’t really a fan of that anyways. (I like coloring things myself) So….Onto doing the flipped version. Idk, it functions and looks okay, but sims climbing the walls….Idk. *scampers off to read some modding tutorials*
Still have some other stuff I need to finish from last year and release them - the chip bag and the limbo bar. Would be good for Summer coming up. Dag Dag…
James McAllister is my Mass Effect: Andromeda Oc, who will be a squad member to @slugette ‘s Moon Ryder.
Thank you so much, @slugette for beta reading and for always encouraging me to keep writting! I’m so happy we’re doing this again! :D
The buzzing sound of an old electric system was muffled and lost beneath the cacophony of unintelligible conversations echoing all the way up to the high ceiling of the dirty concrete wall cafeteria. Beneath a set of blinking lamps that no one cared enough to replace, several men in a similar dress code greeted morning in the exact same way they had done the day before.
There was a certain religiosity in morning coffee and luckily, in the 6 years James McAllister had been serving in the London penitentiary, the inmates had learned to respect that. He sat alone during breakfast, at the table closest to the window, where a small ray of sunlight might decide to pay him a visit. He liked his coffee strong and black with no sugar, but he still enjoyed the routine of swirling the plastic spoon a couple of times before taking it lazily to his lips.
Long gone were the days of lurking the corridors and sneaking into the cafeteria in search of whatever crumbs the kitchen staff would hand out to him. These days his coffee was hot, the kitchen inmate picked the fresher slice of bread for him and his favourite spot was always waiting.
Boredom dictated that every morning he mentally reviewed the last chapter of whatever book he had been reading the night before. This day, however, his mind was elsewhere. Today, as he had learned just yesterday, was to be his last day in prison.
“You are granted place in the Hyperion arc if you so wish,” the grey haired middle aged lawyer James hadn’t seen since his trial had said as soon as he entered the visitor’s room, long after the visiting hours were over. James was to be discharged the following morning at the care of the Andromeda initiative, or serve the remainder of his time in prison. No explanations, news or messages from the outside world, just a proposition with no time to ponder. “I am not authorized to discuss further than your acceptance” was the only answer he was given as to why the Initiative was approaching a convicted murderer with such an offering.
A rough voice behind him called James back from his thoughts. “You’re in my seat, Princess.”
Now this was new. Rather, it was old, but it was definitely something that didn’t happen in recent years. James had enjoyed his hard won, but well deserved, “don’t-fuck-with-me” status, which meant no one would come up to him alone and expect to be left standing. So this tall, large man in his mid thirties had to be a newcomer, trying to pick a fight to leave an impression.
Such impressions in prison determined their survivability chances. If you were regarded as prey, your days were numbered. If the top dogs with underlings saw you as a competition, you wouldn’t last long either. This applied to the prison guards as well. Guards controlled half of everyone’s lives and needs, the inmates the other half. And it was hard telling who’s wrong side was worse to be at. No chance to to guess if you’d end up beaten, forced work, lose whatever little possessions you were allowed, or raped.
So James didn’t take it personally. Acting tough did seem like a good idea for him on his first day too.
He took a last sip of coffee before suddenly pushing his chair back at the same time as he jumped to his feet. In one quick movement, James took a step sideways, grabbed the new comer by the hair and slammed his face hard against the table. Twice.
The loud repeated sound of bones clashing metal hushed the cafeteria just enough for the running footsteps of the guards to echo on the worn out tile floor. Silence couldn’t be interpreted as surprise in this case, however, brawls were everyday’s business, but no one wanted the guards to think they had any part in it.
By the time the two guards stationed at the door reached James, the new inmate was already laying on his back on the floor, leaving only a small red puddle where his nose came in contact with the metal table. Now in this kind of situations, a blunt hit to the head would be customary. James braced for the impact that never came, and found himself treated as gently as to have his arms twisted behind his back.
“Enough, break it up!” said the guard, pushing James roughly to the front, “let’s go, asshole.”
“You’re gentle this morning” James teased, gambling with his luck as he always did, while being taken, handcuffed, through the damp smelly corridor, “someone lubed your pockets?”
“Shut up, fucker,” the guard barked pushing him to move faster.
James stopped on his tracks, turned around and look straight at the guard. Uncaged hatred lit his blue eyes, the sort of anger that was nursed for years, and was now pulsing to become more than a mere lullaby. “And if I don’t?”
The guard didn’t have time to answer, as James headbutted him hard across the face. It only took a second, and the man staggered momentarily, blood running down his nose and lips. James used his weight to trip him, and the guard hit the floor. James then kicked him hard on the stomach. Once, twice, three, and four times. Each time harder and more determined.
The corridor had cameras, of course, and other guards would come running in any minute, but not applying retribution when he had the chance tasted like consent. James kicked him once more, this time in the head. He wouldn’t be sated by killing this one guard, but it would be a start.
But just before delivering another blow, James stopped and tried to regain his composure. Whatever deal was made with the Andromeda Initiative, another death might end his chance of starting a new life. “Remember this moment and how easily I could have killed you,“ James told the guard gasping for breath before walking away.
He slammed the door open on his own and felt slightly underwhelmed that no sunlight blinded his eyes with the promise of freedom. The day was grey and desolate, as any London morning ought to be, with cold wind whistling through tight spaces and fat drops of rain hitting the courtyard.
Still unaware of what happened just on the other side of the door, the two guards stationed outside paid him no heed, focusing their interest on the vehicle parked on the other side of the street. Outside the barred gate, a black limousine and two men in suits stared at the prison and stood up straight as soon as they saw James.
James’ heart pounded fast, but he wasn’t sure if he was just eager or angry. Were is parents inside the vehicle? In the 6 years he served in prison his mother and father haven’t visited him once. Were they ashamed of him? Disgusted? Did they fear him? Were they alright? “To hell with them” had been his determination years ago that he would stick with now, even if he couldn’t deny there was certain longing beneath all his wrath.
James exited into freedom with a steady but rushed pace, unsure of what would happen when the guard inside was discovered. And the first drops of rain touched his skin. A million small freezing needles stung his face one by one, and in the first second, James could almost count them. But it wasn’t the touch of the cold water that startled him, for more often than not the prison showers had nothing but freezing water. The fact was that it was dropping from the sky. So high above him. Freedom was pouring heavily down on his head, cold, overwhelming and unstoppable, crushing him on the spot. Had he been alone he would have fallen to his knees and laughed, instead he closed his eyes, wiped his face and moved on.
As he reached the limousine, the driver opened the backseat door for him. James stopped and looked at the man before entering. He wasn’t sure if he had been able to hide his shock at the words the driver had just spoke. They echoed something so distant and almost unreal, that James couldn’t help but wondered for a second if there was still even a trace of the bright and promising young man who had crossed that gate all those years ago. He knew who he had been when he was brought up there, and he knew who he had become in prison. He wasn’t sure who would be getting out. “Good morning, Mr McAllister,” the man had said respectfully as he opened the door.
Rules: Take a photo of your favorite sim in their usual gender/look/makeup/style etc and then take an after photo of them completely genderbended. You may edit their features to match the original sim’s face if needed. Tag 10 other people & tag your challenge with #simsgbd
Tagged by @ninjaofthepurplethings. I may or may not have also done the two sets of gen 3 twins for this too XD And taken loads of pictures of them all >> (Don’t worry Ninja, I’ll only tag you in this one, promise XD) I’ll try to spread the posts out so not to spam everyone with these ;P
I was so happy to see all of Hav’s tattoos actually moved over perfectly! So of course Male!Havoc had to wear a top that shows them off ;)
Don’t know who to tag, seen so many people already doing these. Feel free to tag yourselves if you wanna do it!
SO @cranberrrybog tagged me in the handwriting tag and let me just disclaim, my handwriting is so bad that it will literally change style every other sentence sometimes (teachers hate her! click now to find out why)
I want to write for Levi Ackerman, but I also don’t, because I just love his character so much. I feel like I’ll get his character completely wrong and it’ll be totally misinterpreted. But at the same time I want to because I feel like a lot of people see Levi as someone different from who he is.
Levi Ackerman is a clean freak, but I feel like it is not because he hates dirt or because he picks at whatever he can, but I feel like he’s a clean freak because it is the only thing that Levi has control over. Levi doesn’t have control over much. He tries to have control over how he feels, the way he sees things, the way he reacts to things, but even that doesn’t work out the way he wants it to. But I’ll get to that later. Levi scrubs those floors until they’re sparking, sweeps his heart out, and dusts those cabinets because if he’s able to control his own environment than that allows him comfort. He watched as his mother would do her best to keep her son clean, having them scrounging up whatever soapy water they could fine to keep the bacteria away, also whilst trying to ensure his happiness. That was not able to be fulfilled. But if he could keep clean, then things would be alright. If he could get rid of the mud on his clothes and his environment tidy, then it didn’t matter if he had no choice whether his comrades would survive or not, as long as he had control over that one element. He disassociated himself so much that was all he knew to do in those tough situations Levi’s consistently putting himself through.
Levi is not some unemotional, nagging, tough guy with stoic actions that the fandom interprets him to be. He’s without a doubt, more or less “tough”, but not the way everyone thinks. We know that one scene where Levi grips Hange’s hair and makes a fool of her (yes, in good light, I know that) in a very blunt manner, but why are we so quick to forget that Levi put both him and the squad at risk when he gave that (in some ways philosophical) speech to Eren. He went on to offer some good advice, in a calm and easy going manner while the rest of them freaked. Levi can be so brash and harsh at times, because it is the only way he knows how to be. If he can allow himself distance from other people, then he thinks of it as a good thing. Not because he’s anti social. Because he’s lost so much. He doesn’t want to go through all the pain and agony of losing someone else, and if he can control that factor, then he’s happy. But as we see as the series progresses he can’t even have control over that.
He is so good at advice. Why do we always gloss over this aspect of who he is? He’s not someone who’s unwilling to help. Sure, he’ll be blunt and tell you to your face if your problem is completely stupid and all your fault, but if he knows what you’re going through/dealing with is serious, he’s actually willing to help. He is an adult. He knows how to handle these things. And Levi knows the extent that his comrades go through, so why would he be selfish enough to keep his intent on helping back? He wouldn’t. We’ve seen this in both the manga and the anime, but everyone forgets that. Why.
Levi’s comments are funny, and for some people, very relatable. But just because Levi doesn’t cry like Armin or get into angry tangents like Eren, or devote all his time into protecting someone like Mikasa, doesn’t mean that he is antisocial, or without emotions, or a selfish man. Levi cares so much but it is always glossed over by simple humorous banter or comments he makes, that people seems to forget that it is not who he is as a person.
I’m probably reading Levi wrong, but the more I think about it the more I want to write about it. Sorry about this drabble. Let me know if you think I should write for him?
They say life is what happens while you’re making other plans.
But every once in a
while, you have to give life a little nudge to make sure you get to do
the things that really matter, before it’s too late.
Warnings: Talk about kids being abducted, talk about death, blood? Witchcraftery? I don’t really remember tbh.
A/n: I’M BEYOND LATE AGAIN I KNOW IM SORRY
Summary: After Anna goes missing you call the one witch you can trust to find her, Vincent Griffith.
“Hey, Y/n, how are you?” Vincent answers the phone on the second ring and you sigh out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“I can’t find Anna, she went up to bed and then I went up to give her the teddy bear and she wasn’t there and we checked all over the house and we still can’t- and- oh god- and-”
“Woah, Y/n, calm down, it’s alright. Did you run a locator spell?” You sniffle, thinking the worst as you reach out for Kai’s hand.
“Yes, I had Kai do it, but it didn’t work and I just- I know something bad is happening and I’m so sorry for bothering you but you said I could call if something was wrong and-”
“Listen, listen, me and Marcel are on the trails of some missing kids right now, I’ll give you a call if we find something.” You wipe tears from your cheeks and take a deep breath.
“In the meantime just try to stay calm, the stress can’t be good for your babies, I’ll find her, I promise.” He hangs up and you put your phone down on the counter with shaking hands.
“He said that he’s with Marcel Girard, that they’re going to find her, I should call Hayley- and give her a warning for Hope, her and Anna are both powerful witches from powerful bloodlines and-” Kai steadies his hands on your shoulders but he’s worried, you can see it in his eyes.
“I’ll call Hayley, go sit down, take a breath.” You nod, walking out of the kitchen. You felt like you were swaying on your feet.
“Hello- Yes, hi, Klaus-” You sit up as soon as you sit down when you hear Kai say Klaus’s name, “listen, just listen, yeah sure I’m really sorry for what I did to Freya but- Klaus just- LISTEN!”
You jump and then breathe out slowly, Kai was angry, you knew he was. You could practically feel it.
“Something bad’s happened to Anna, and it’s magical because I can’t find her with a locator spell, so just keep a sharp eye on Hope okay? Y/n thinks that Hope might be in danger because Anna and her are both powerful witches from a nearly extinct family.”
There’s a pause, a breeze blows through the window and stirs one of Anna’s drawings on the table. You pick it up, a drawing of three stick figures all holding hands with a circle around the middle one’s stomach and scribbles above their heads stating: ‘Daddy’, ‘Mommy’, and ‘Me’. You put a hand over your mouth as you sob, immediately thinking the worst. You couldn’t stop your brain from thinking of your little girl getting hurt all over again by a monster.
“Y/n? What’s wrong? Klaus I have to go- yeah, bye-” Kai emerges from the kitchen door, no phone in his hand, looking worried. He sits down beside you.
“She drew-” you let out a little gasp- “her family.”
“It’s going to be okay, Vincent will find them.” Since when was Kai optimistic?
“She’s our little girl-” Kai lifts another drawing from the table and you look to it.
It’s blue, a circle sort of, like a snake eating itself. He picks up another one, a crow scribbled ominously over the pages in black crayon, you stare them down, trying to pull them apart in your mind. She never said anything about more nightmares, you thought that the burn would prevent that from happening anymore. You look at Kai and he stares back at you with the same expression. He was just as lost as you were.
“I didn’t know she was having more nightmares…” You mumble, leaning back on the couch and look down at the circle again.
“I’m going to find Vincent.” Kai stands up, putting the drawing down, “and I’ll bring Anna back.”
He leaves before you can tell him to be safe, and you pick up Anna’s teddy bear again. Kai would find her, he’d have to, or you’d both lose the most important part of yourselves.
Kai can’t stop running. He always good at running from his problems but this felt different, he was searching every old building, every basement, every single house on the edges of New Orleans at a speed that would surely kill him if he was still human. His feet dig into the ground when he stops right outside the only house he hadn’t searched yet, it was old and dimly lit by candles on the inside, or so he guessed. But he had seen hundreds of houses like that before, and the one thing that was different about this one was the sheer amount of power that was radiating out of it in waves that made Kai’s stomach twist into a knot he didn’t know it was capable of.
Against his better judgement he walked straight towards the house, thinking about Anna, and if she was in that house. Kai knew that if she was in there he’d never forgive himself if he ran away because he was scared. A crash makes him start running, and his ears pick up a dripping noise that can only be one thing- blood.
“Anna!” Kai shouts, throwing open the door to find Marcel standing in front of a dead body and Vincent leaning over a little boy.
“She’s safe.” Marcel says. Vincent was muttering a spell that Kai didn’t care enough to remember as he kneeled beside Anna’s sleeping body.
Anna was lying in front of all the other kids, like she was the main attraction and they were the background dancers. She wakes up with a little groan and a small gasp at the same time as the other kids. Her eyes open and Kai smiles at her, lifting her up to hug him.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Kai says before he can realize it, Anna hugs him back, albeit weakly, but Kai’s so happy she’s unharmed.
“Daddy, where are we?” Anna was sniffling, afraid and crying. She looks around as she finds her footing. Kai keeps her back to the dead body as all the other kids exit the building.
“Just outside of New Orleans, but we’re going home, right now.” Kai stands up, taking Anna’s hand.
“Daddy…” They had just gotten outside when Anna said his name. The tone of her voice made him look down, she was looking up at him and her nose was bleeding.
“Anna?” He crouches down, putting his hands on her upper arms to steady her from falling.
“It took my magic… it hurt me.” Kai wipes her nose with his sleeve.
“Okay, okay, take some of my magic.” Kai holds out one of his hands, but Anna doesn’t take it.
“I don’t want to hurt you…” Anna looks down at his hand, looking scared.
“You can’t, I’m strong, remember?” With a little nod Anna grips two of his fingers and siphons some of his magic. He barely feels anything, but Anna starts feeling better in a second.
“I’m sorry.” Anna apologizes, feeling guilty about siphoning from him.
“No, it’s alright, you needed it. Let’s go home, okay?” Anna lifts her arms and Kai picks her up, putting one hand on her back to keep her close to him.
“Kai!” Vincent’s voice makes Kai turn back around, Vincent was walking quickly towards him.
“I wanted to tell you something- do a cleansing spell on Anna, the magic here tonight is insane so she’s gotta get rid of it. And maybe invest in a protection charm.”
With a nod Kai walks away, putting a hand on Anna’s head to keep her from getting whiplash as he speeds back to the house. You’re standing on the porch, biting your nails, and you jump when you see Kai. Anna teeters on her feet for a moment before running right at you.
“Oh, you’re okay, you’re okay.” You lift her into a tight hug, keeping her pressed against you as you cried out your relief. She was okay, she was completely okay.
Anna won’t sleep alone, and you won’t leave her alone. She never liked to be alone after a nightmare, she thought that you were unbeatable, that Kai could get rid of any bad guys ever. Anna took almost an hour to get to sleep, and once she did you exited her room to stand in the hallway with Kai.
“Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around him, trying to convey your relief in a single hug.
“I-” He hesitantly wraps his arms around you, hugging you just as tightly as you were hugging him.
“I don’t know what I would do without you- without the four of you.”
You put on a brave smile, pulling out of the hug to look up at him.
“Crash and burn is what you’d do.” He smiles now, a small smile but still a smile nonetheless.
“Thank you, just- thank you so much.” You lift a hand to touch his cheek and he leans into your palm.
Hey Angela. Do you think Even would have been given a season of his own, if they hadn't decided to end the show after S4? I just rewatched S3 two days ago, and the Mikael angle and the text message in the last clip seem far more significant than we had then imagined, now that we're exploring those angles. Perspective, so to say. Do you think they had planned a season for him? Love, <3
It really looks to me that since they made a late decision to make s4 the last season, that they’re collapsing even and vilde storylines into sana’s season, yes. I’d guess that the connecting thread is the importance of understanding that other people go through shit you don’t understand and to be a good friend to each other. So I expect the Even/Mikael connection to be predominantly about the stigma of mental illness.