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Run rabbit run!

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more convict!simon <3

simon doesn’t remember much of that night. he can’t remember the sounds of joseph’s wails as his uncle stabbed his daddy thirty-seven times in the belly, or the sound of the toddler’s dainty neck snapping when his screams started to too-closely resemble sirens, nor can he recall what it felt like to crush beth’s skull in between his bare hands. all he remembers was being very, very afraid, convinced that he was in danger, that roba had found him and his family and had come back to finish the job.

the judge called it a psychotic breakdown, an unfortunate side effect of what he went through in captivity. they sentenced simon to twenty years, fifteen if he behaved himself, and that was that—an irreversible tragedy that would likely be forgotten by the next time he saw sun. he wasn’t the first soldier who shouldn’t have come back, and he will not be the last.

that’s what war does to a man. it changes him, it chews him up and it spits him out anew, mangled, unrecognizable from who he once was.

simon often wishes it would’ve swallowed him whole. if it had, tommy would still be here. beth, too. joseph would’ve lived to see his seventh birthday. he spends most of his time nowadays loathing manuel roba for not finishing him off when he had the chance.

in prison, there’s nothing to do but think, to remember, to regret what happened, what he did. that, he imagines, is the whole point. it forces him to face the man in the mirror, as loathsome as he might be. every time he dares to look, he sees less and less of simon riley and more of the ghost.

five years, he’s been here, with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company, and the rats in the walls. there’s no one to visit him, no one inside willing to call him a friend, not that he wants to be, nobody to drown out the voices.

until you.

this anxious, wily little creature, laughing with him even when all your most primal instincts tell you to run, to get far, far away from him, like he might snap you in two. he could, if he wanted to. luckily for you, he doesn’t.

you’re the first person in five years to address him as a human being, to hold a genuine conversation with him not because you have to, but because you’re decent enough to look upon a murderer and take pity.

he’s surprised you’ve lasted so long in this place. you’re either terribly fortunate, or incredibly resilient. he hasn’t decided which yet.

during the week he spends in the infirmary, you tend to him patiently, loyally, humming under your breath while you work, and never daring to broach the subject of what landed him here. but he’s sure that you know. someone must have warned you by now. still, you do your duty with such diligence he can’t help but admire it. he remembers what it felt like to be so devout.

you’re still skittish, scarcely looking him in the eye, avoiding his teeth and hands at all costs. it excites him, almost. people don’t fear him in this place. they look down on him, they sneer at him, but they are not afraid of him like they should be. every time your breath hitches when he grins, it sends a thrill up his spine.

when it comes time to return to his cell, he’s rather disappointed. he’s alone again, pacing the floor like a rat in a cage, thinking of tommy, of beth and joseph, of you. he lasts two weeks before he decides that he can’t take it anymore.

this time, he’s ready for them when they come. the same fuckers who tried to take him out last time, the ones who led him to you. when the shadows reach for him, he lets them, lets them pound his face into an unforgiving ground, lets them crack his ribs and beat him bloody. just enough that he’ll be sent back, that you’ll have no choice but to smile at him and coddle him like you did the first time. he won’t let them kill him, though he deserves it, but he’ll let them have the satisfaction of bludgeoning the biggest, baddest beast in the block and living to tell the tale.

his reward far outweighs theirs, anyways.

“back so soon, riley?”

he grins at the sight of your tired eyes and wry smile, the way you flit just out of his reach.

“guess i missed your face.” you’ll never know how honestly he means it.

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Am I the only one curious to see how Grace would react to seeing THIS mutated Simon? I know he looks half dead in these and he’s very far into the mutation phase, but I really wanna see these sort of horror elements (it doesn’t have to be exactly ALL just maybe the side teeth or the eyes or some of the hair that he loses or even the deep scarring/bumps), it’s so interesting to me.

(credits to deadlymelodic on instagram)

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The room

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Good news: Supernova beat Sentinel and Airachnd’s afts!

Bad news: it wasn’t enough

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Get Through

Summary: Based off a post from @reignof-fyre. You're the chill nurse everyone turns to. Not much flusters you. When a medic lets slip that Robby isn't wearing his helmet, you lose your cool. Robby x Nurse!Reader

TW: talk of motorcycle crash, blood, graphic depictions of injuries, PTSD

The Pitt was buzzing already when you walked in, much to your annoyance. You stowed your things and headed straight for the desk. The board was full, and the night shift looked like zombies. It was not boding well for you.

“You ready for the shitshow?” Lena smirked as you approached.

“Always am. Where should I start?” You smiled.

“You’re too nice for this place, anyone ever tell you that?” She chuckled.

“Only every day.” You shook your head as you grabbed a tablet. “Looks like the abdominal pain is due for another set of vitals. I’ll start there.”

Your attention was taken when Robby walked in with Shen next to him. He had a grin on his face and that stupid helmet hanging from his backpack. You hated that fucking bike. You hated the helmet he chose; it didn’t cover enough.

“Hey, today’s your last day, right?” Lena said as he walked over and unloaded his things.

“For a while.” Robby nodded, his eyes flicked up to you and away quick enough no one would notice except you.

“You’re going on that motorcycle of yours, right?” Lena questioned.

“Yep. Just me and the road. Classic.” Robby smiled. You scoffed. “Something to say?” He cocked his head.

“You boys and your bikes. Ridiculous.” You tried to keep the tone light, but you hated that fucking bike.

“You’re just jealous of how cool I look.” He smirked.

“Not even close.” You scoffed and stomped off.

“Easy, Robby. She’s got some stuff with bikes.” Lena sighed.

“Oh.” He felt like an ass. “You know what?”

“No. She never talks about it, but every time someone brings up motorcycles, she gets weird. Won’t touch bike crash victims.” Lena watched you disappear into a patient’s room with a smile plastered on your face.

The day was starting to heat up. Nothing too crazy, but the influx from Westbridge made things a bit more complex. You felt run off your feet. You were thinking of sneaking away for a break when another trauma came rolling in.

“Alright, let’s get him type matched ASAP.” Robby called out.

“Robby, is that your bike out back?” One of the medics asked. Your ears perked up as you went to work.

“Yep.” He nodded, his eyes trained on the patient.

“So, that was you I saw this morning!” The medic chuckled.

“Maybe, I don’t remember driving by a rig on my way in.” Robby cleared his throat.

“It was definitely you. I thought you had a helmet? What gives going helmetless?” The medic had no idea that what he was saying would cause the reaction it did.

“Um…” Robby’s face went red.

“What!?!” You barked.

“Oh. Um, I don’t-” You were ignoring the medic now, he had done enough.

“You don’t wear your helmet?” You growled at him.

“I do. I wear it most of the time. It was a slow morning; I just took it off for a minute.” Robby defended himself.

You were filled with so much rage you couldn’t breathe. The room watched as your eyes went wide and your face turned an unnatural red.

You glared at him and stormed out of the trauma bay.

“Jesus, Robby. I’ve never seen her that mad.” Jesse said, watching you storm up to Dana and shout something at her before rushing away.

“Everyone, get back to work. We have a patient to care for.” Robby hissed.

You couldn’t see straight as you stomped up the steps into the store. You stumbled over to the helmets, staring at the different kinds.

“Hi! Can I help you find anything?” A man appeared next to you, making you cringe at his presence.

“I-yeah. What is the safest helmet for crashes? I need something for my…friend. He’s going on a trip, and he needs a good one.” You mumbled.

“Okay. Well, I recommend this brand,” He grabbed a helmet from the shelf and showed it to you. “They do extensive crash testing.”

“It holds up? I mean, he’s going cross country. He’s going to be dealing with semi-trucks and shit.” You could feel that familiar tightness pulling at your chest again.

“Well, they hold up as well as any helmet does. They’re the best on the market.” The man watched you with concerned eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I’ll take it.” You cleared your throat. You started to walk off when a familiar color caught your eye. You instinctively looked over and regretted it. That stupid blue helmet.

“I wouldn’t recommend that one. It doesn’t have a good track record.” The man said.

“I know.” You took in a sharp breath, trying to stop the emotions bubbling up.

Robby knew he’d pissed you off, but he’s never seen you leave shift. You’d worked through the flu and a broken nose. You weren’t easily fucked with. You were tough, took everything on the chin.

“You okay, Cap?” Dana asked, looking him up and down.

“Yeah. Just stepped in it.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey, where’s my favorite day shifter?” Jack came walking up.

“You’re not supposed to have favorites.” Dana glared at him.

“I’m not supposed to have a lot of things, never stopped me.” Jack shrugged.

“She had to take a break. Asked our fearless leader about it.” Dana looked at Robby over the top of her glasses.

The ambulance bay doors opened and you rushed in, looking like you were ready for war. Your eyes were filled with rage and tears threatening to spill. You locked onto Robby and barreled at him.

“Hey, are you-” You shoved the helmet into his chest so hard he fell backwards against the counter, and he knew he’d bruise.

“Fucking wear it! You wear it every time! The whole time! I’ll take a bat to that fucking bike if I hear that you aren’t!” You shouted at him, your face red.

“Okay, look-”

“No! Don’t reason with me! Don’t compromise with me! There isn’t any compromise! I won’t watch them bring you in with half your brain gone like him! I won’t! You fucking boys and your fucking bikes!” You knew you looked insane, but you didn’t care.

“I’m so-”

“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done in the first place! Do you know what it looks like!? Brain on asphalt!? Like Jello being dragged across a cheese grater! Like a nightmare that you can’t stop having!”

“Alright, Hon. Come on. He’s got the point. Come with me.” Dana ran over and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Don’t ever lie to me again!” You cried.

“Come on, Sweetheart.” Dana pulled you towards the break room.

The normally loud and chaotic ER had stilled. All eyes on Robby, who stood clutching the helmet, unable to move. He had never seen you raise your voice. You’d never spoken to him like that, or anyone for that matter.

“You fucked up, Robby.” Jack sighed, shaking his head.

“Yeah.” Robby looked up and around at the room. “Alright, show’s over! Get back to work!” He barked.

Dana set a cup of tea in front of you. She pulled a chair up, sitting and putting a hand on your knee as you cried.

“I’m sorry!” You sobbed.

“S’okay. You did what none of us had the courage to. He needed to hear it. Maybe wouldn’t have done such a public shaming, but it was good for him.” Dana offered a smile.

“I can’t do it again. I can’t lose another person to one of those fucking things.” You tried to control your breath, but the images kept flashing in your head.

“Hey, take a deep breath for me.” Dana grabbed your hand, trying to get you to focus. You managed to get enough air in your lungs to take a deep breath.

There was a knock at the door, and Robby’s head popped into view.

“Is it okay if I come in?” He asked.

“Are you going to say something to piss me off?” You snapped.

“I will do my best not to.” He gave a thin-lipped smile.

“What do you want?” You sighed, sipping your tea.

“I am sorry. I’m realizing that I haven’t been thinking about the people around me. At least when it comes to the helmet. I didn’t think anyone would notice…or care.” He cleared his throat.

“You know I would care. You know, you have to know.” You scoff.

“Maybe I couldn’t understand why you would.” Robby ducked his head.

“Being self-deprecating isn’t getting you out of this.” You snapped.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Robby cleared his throat.

“I’m going to give you two some space.” Dana said as she scuttled out of the room.

“That is a nice helmet. Thank you.” He put his hands in his pockets.

“Wasted my money.” You murmured to yourself.

“I’ll wear it.” Robby said.

“I don’t believe you.” You sighed.

“I know.” Robby hadn’t felt like such an ass in a long time. “Who was he?”

“What?” Your head shot up.

“You said you wouldn’t watch them bring me in like him. Who was he?” Robby watched the tears well up in your eyes.

“…My brother.” Your voice went small and frail.

“I’m so sorry.” Robby hung his head.

“He loved his bike. I never liked him riding. But he wore his helmet. It was a shitty blue one that didn’t cover much of anything. It was all I could convince him to wear. I was working when they brought him in. His skull was in pieces. His brain…chunks were just gone. He was dead before they peeled him off the ground.” Your lip quivered, looking away.

“Fuck. That’s awful. You shouldn’t have had to see that.”

“I went to the scene. They hadn’t gotten the cleaning crew there yet. I could see his brain and skin ground into the road. Pieces of his skull crushed into the glass.” You bit at your lip, drawing blood.

“Here,” Robby took a napkin from the counter and brought it to your lip. You looked up at him, his thumb resting on your lip as he tried to stop the bleeding. You grabbed the napkin from him, turning away.

“I can’t do this, Robby. Whatever this is.” You sighed.

“I’m sorry. I am. I’ll wear the helmet. I’ll send proof.” He sounded desperate.

“I can’t sit here and wait for you to die. I can’t sit here and wait for you. But, knowing you’re out there and actively in danger makes it worse. I know I said I was fine. But…it’s too much.” You winced at your own words.

“Don’t do this. Please.” He begged.

“I’m doing what I need to, to take care of myself. Go on your trip. Clear your head. Sort your priorities. I’m not saying don’t. This isn’t an ultimatum.” You said.

“Then why does it feel like one.” He shook his head.

“Maybe you need to figure that out for yourself. If I hear you’re not wearing that helmet, I will come find you.” You snap as you get up and leave, tears streaming down your face.

“Fuck.” Robby flopped into the chair, his head in his hands.

Everyone kept their heads down for the rest of the shift. The energy was tight and uncomfortable. They all avoided Robby and you if they could help it. As it came to a close and everyone started to trickle out, you felt the weight of the day more.

“Walk you out?” Dana asked, coming up to you with her bag on her shoulder.

“You’re just making sure I don’t try something stupid.” You scoff.

“Yeah, can’t have you in the slammer because you beat the shit out of Robinavitch’s bike.” She chuckled.

The two of you walked out and saw Robby climb onto his bike. He didn’t seem to notice the two of you. He turned it on, and your stomach started to churn. He pulled out the helmet, the one you bought, and put it on. He drove off into the night. Out of your life. At least for the next three months.

“Looks like you got through that thick skull of his.” Dana gave your shoulder a squeeze. It didn’t settle the dread taking root in your stomach.  

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pjo/hoo/toa + the cycle

The Lightning Thief / Growing Sideways, Noah Kahan / Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan, Ilya Repin + Saturn Devouring His Son, Goya + Saturn, Rubens / The Blood of Olympus / The Family Jewels, MARINA / The Last Olympian / The Sea of Monsters / The Family Jewels / Orestes Pursued by the Furies, Bouguereau / The Hidden Oracle / Apollo and Marsyas, Manfredi / In The Blood, John Mayer / The Sea of Monsters / The Combat of Ares and Athena, Jacques Louis David / The Family Jewels / Mark of Athena / The Combat of Ares and Athena / The Lightning Thief / Family Line, Conan Gray / Cronos and Rhea, Schinkel / The Lightning Thief / The Blood of Olympus / In The Blood / The Last Olympian / Chronos and His Child, Romanelli / Desireé Dellagiacomo / The Lightning Thief / Family Line / The Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel + The Last Day of Pompeii, Bryullov / The Blood of Olympus / The Outcast, Botticelli / Glass, Irony and God, Anna Carson / House of Hades / Family Line / The Last Olympian / The Lament for Icarus, Herbert Draper + Sacrifice of Iphigenia, Roman School + Minerva and Arachne, Houasse + Venus Induces Helen to Fall in Love with Paris, Kauffmann / The Last Olympian / Hadestown / The Lightning Thief / apple, Charli xcx / The Last Olympian / I Would Leave Me If I Could, Halsey / The Sea of Monsters / ? / LET YOUR DAD DIE ENERGY DRINK, Lavery and Corrigan / The Last Olympian / Eat Your Young, Hozier / The Last Olympian / Orpheus and the Bacchantes, Lazzarini / The Blood of Olympus / Susan Smith, wych elm / Orpheus and the Bacchantes / The Burning Maze / help i'm the loneliest person in the world / The Tyrant’s Tomb / Perseus Freeing Andromeda, Veronese / Abduction of Psyche, Bouguereau + Bacchus and Ariadne, Van Loo / The Tower of Nero / The Tower of Nero / The Tower of Nero

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Pacosims is making threats to patrons sharing their paywalled content!

TW: Graphic sexual messages and threats of doxxing

If you can, please reblog for visibility. We need creators like this shamed and off the platform. And they definitely don't deserve to be making money.

I still can't believe the audacity of some creators, like your cc isn't even that good first of all, second you're going against EA's TOS and using their resources so it's technically not fully yours! You don't get to lock it behind a perma-paywall and then threaten people who release it for free. I thought people would've learned their lesson after 2022 with the cowbuild/begdorf/leosims fiasco🙄

I saw this screenshot posted today on reddit r/sims4cc posted by u/meepcity-122. I don't take credit for it, I just wanted to share it here so other people can learn about it. Apparently the messages are from 2024 but maybe the person decided to speak out about it now? Idk but either way it should be exposed. I searched tumblr and I don't think this has been talked about before, but if it has let me know and I'll remove my post.

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