#c:lukas

[m0n0lithical]

OC Alternate Timeline

Tagged by @igotsnothing for this AU OC thing💖 The one I picked is...highly specific and maybe cheating a bit due to already having a fleshed out idea for this that I'm likely going to use as the basis for the sims save of this RP-universe, but:

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━❮❮❮❮ The best TLDR I can give: Lukas is a character from an old play-by-post RP site that was...pretty specific in its setting (here's a previous post from ages ago talking a bit about the site for anyone curious). Part of his 'role' in his organized crime group was being Rayna's watchdog, due to her being at high risk for going rogue. It was also his job to kill her if she did, which became a harder prospect the more they liked each other. This is basically a 'maximum pain inflicted' AU for Lukas - Rayna's emotional instability worsening as her past life's bitterness and anger bled into everything, and her penchant for jealousy leading her to kill one of their mutual friends because Lukas was 'too close' to him. Being that was definitely under the umbrella of 'going rogue' (even if for a completely different reason than expected), Lukas was obligated to kill her before she got to anyone else. My boy is not having a good time in this particular timeline. ❯❯❯❯━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

THE GAME:

✶ Rules: Pick an OC and recreate an alternate version of them.

Tagging: @vampwan @edmunderson @bigraaga @gayliensims @aching-joints @simichangaaa @azeterna if any of you would like to do this here's an excuse 💖 Feel free to ignore if you did it already (I've been mostly offline the past week because of my hands so I dunno who did this one 😭) or if you just don't wanna do it.

[mistercrowbar]

Wanted to practice drawing squats and decided to make it silly

[brxxksazars]

Brooks📲 Sexy Jesus

Brooks: you and sels all good??

Brooks: just made it back to mine

Brooks: about to fully check out for the night

Brooks: i can't with this

[kennedyxneills]

CLOSED: @lnavarrofms​ LOCATION: halftide rock, drinks table

With the contents of her flask drained, Kennedy had had no choice but to try out this whiskey everyone was talking about. Her red solo cup filled nearly a third of the way, she drew it up to her nose for a sniff and immediately turned away with a cough. “Oh my god!” she reacted, drawing the back of her free hand up to her nose to block off the fumes. With eyes widened, she turned towards the person beside her. “People are really drinking this?”

[claytonbaker]

special delivery - @lukasxnovak​

Clayton walked down the street from the parlor, looking to grab something quick and head back to do payroll. He turned his head when he noticed someone standing in front of the car, looking down into the hood with confusion on their features. “Hey... You alright?” He asked as he took a step off the curb and leaned down to look inside of the hood with him. “It looks like your belt is fucked...”

[avery-carterwate]

@lukasblackwells

It felt as though the music were in her veins, pulsing through her, like it was pushing and pulling at her and it felt amazing. She knew that he euphoria came from the potion she had taken, it essentially made her feel high without all the effects that actual drugs afforded. She was elated, everything felt electric, but she wanted out of the crowd, so she headed out to the bar. Once she was away from the throng of people she wished that she was wearing more than what was little more than jeans and a lacy crop top, but she ignored it and ordered a beer. As she headed away, she bumped into a familiar face. “You stalking me or something?” she asked teasingly, cocking head her with a smirk at Lukas. 

[wisdomxseeker]

steganographia // lukas + kliff

@redmessenger

Retaking the southern outpost provided the first real sanctuary for them since leaving Ram Village. It hadn’t felt like much time had passed at all, but as soon as Kliff had sat down at a proper table, in a proper chair, a tension (that he hadn’t even noticed making its home in his shoulders, neck, back) began to reluctantly ebb away. His muscles began to breathe again. Must’ve been the stress of everything.

Stress. Oh, yes, the stress... He could almost laugh. Here they were, having just liberated a key location for this rebel effort (men had fought for their lives here, and lost them), and here was Kliff, some child from some village that somebody gave a sword once--tired and stressed. 

His vision began to cloud, losing focus, before giving his head one solid shake, and a sigh to expel the anxious energy welling in his stomach. If he was going to prove himself to anyone, he would have to become the best he could be. And that would require studying.

With one more deep breath, he opened to a new page of his grimoire...

[m0n0lithical]

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