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mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

twelve | trial day

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in a blink of an eye, a month has passed, and the day you've been quailing from finally comes. question is, have you even prepared for this moment?

warnings: swearing, overthinking, mentions and appearance of the fatui harbingers (dottore, arlecchino, childe and pierro), kaeya is hinted as pierro's son (not canon) (y/n shoots a shot lmao), comfort

a/n: woohoo i feel pretty good about this chapter!!! this one is pretty longer than the other ones so i hope everyone enjoys reading it lol i had a lot of fun writing this, happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

you woke up the next morning alone on the couch, with a blanket half draped over your body.

scanning through the room with tired eyes, you realised that, scaramouche, wasn't here. you stood up from the couch, checking the hallway and his room to see if he was there, but he wasn't.

he's probably on an errand or something, you thought to yourself.

the only thing scaramouche left behind before he went out was a small sticky note on the coffee table, saying that he'd be out for a quick run.

well, you guessed it'd be nice to take a nice shower before you start your day.

on another note, maybe you should've just continued sleeping on the couch.

“the court declined your proposal.” a gruff voice said on your laptop screen.

you sighed upon hearing that the court have refused your proposal to push back the date for a trial you're involved in, once again. “please check it thoroughly again, lieutenant. who knows you've read it wrong.” you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.

the man in the screen deadpanned. “i'm not that old, y/n. i still have pretty good eyesight.” he huffed. “you can check it yourself.” he said, sharing his screen to show the response from the court.

you took a moment to read through the letter shown on your laptop screen, and as soon as you saw the word ‘unfortunately’, you stopped and groaned in defeat, leaning back to your bed frame.

“can you believe this? i– i'm literally stuck being undercover here! how in the world am i supposed to get to court for this... this stupid trial!” you exclaimed frustratedly, eyes twitching at the thought of having to leave from undercover for the whole day. it'll be worse if the trial keeps getting dragged on, you'll quite literally die.

“is... there any other way we could ditch this or something, pierro? i can't just leave from being undercover!” you looked back at your screen. “and scaramouche is a witness for me, he'd have no choice but to follow me for that trial.”

pierro sighed on the other line. “sorry y/n, there's nothing we can do about this. i'm sure this is very hard for you, since it's of late notice.” he paused, looking at your complexed expression.

“we'll try our best to fill in for you and scaramouche when you two are away for the trial. i could send out childe or arlecchino to be on campus for awhile, just to look out in case anything happens.” pierro said, writing down some notes on a paper.

the usual busy background of the precint behind him surely never gets old. the people walking back to back, the holding cell full of suspects, and whatnot. it's been a long time since you last went undercover, so looking at your co-workers doing their normal routine at the prestigious precint you truly love makes you feel a tad bit homesick.

“...fine.” you replied after a short while.

“is scaramouche there with you?”

you scratched your head in response. “um... he went out for a run, i think he'll be back soon–” your sentence was interrupted when the sound of a door being opened and closed was heard, footsteps slowly becoming louder and clearer by the second.

“nevermind, he just got back. you want me to get him?”

a nod from lieutenant pierro was all it took for you to shout scaramouche's name, surprisingly it took less than a second for him to rush and barged in to your room.

“what? did something happen?” he asked through heavy breaths. he was clad in a tank top and a pair of joggers, glistening with sweat.

you raised a brow. “nothing happened. lieutenant just wants to speak with you.” you said, moving your laptop to his direction for him to see that you were currently on a call with the bearded man.

he sighed. stepping closer to your bed, he sat at the edge of it, making you grimace.

“ew, what the hell! get your sweaty ass off my clean bed, you jerk!” you yelled at the ravenette while bringing up a hand to push him off, though you instantly regretted it the moment you got in contact with his bare shoulder that was full off sweat.

you yelped, quickly wiping off his disgusting sweat from your hand on his dry joggers. he swatted your hand away and sent a death glare, gritting his teeth.

“i'm barely on your bed, idiot! and i'm not that disgusting, it's just sweat!” he retorted, making you roll your eyes.

you crossed your arms and looked away from him. “it's your sweat.” you pressed. “anything about you is revolting.”

“and yet you slept on me last night.”

your eyes widened at his sentence. “wha–”

pierro cleared his throat on the other line, making the both of you turn your heads towards the laptop screen. “good, you two didn't forget me. anyway, as i was saying...” he trailed off, glancing at the notes he's written. “the trial's gonna be next month, i'll let you know a few days prior so that you two can be prepared.” he said, looking back at you and the ravenette.

“i do not condone on making you skip your undercover duties, but i think we can have it covered. i'll have to send some of these guys here to fill in for you two for the time being.” he continued, while you and scaramouche listened to him intently.

“we're driving there ourselves?” you asked the white-haired man in the screen.

he was typing something on his keyboard before responding. “you can drive halfway there, we'll meet up somewhere and pick you two up. i don't want to risk people finding out where you're off to, and i want you to not let anyone follow your car, got it?”

scaramouche nodded. “copy that.”

“...okay then, that's all i have to say. any of you got any questions?”

you slightly raised your hand, in which made the ravenette next to you scoff, mumbling about how you're acting like a high school student, but you paid no mind.

“yes, detective, what is it?” he asked, urging you to continue.

you lit up at his reply, making you the more confident to ask your next question. “is kaeya still–”

“nope.” he said flatly with no expression on his face.

you grumbled. “worth a shot.”

and next thing you know, it was already the next month.

you spent the last 4 weeks doing nothing but being miserable, dreading on the trial date you've been trying to avoid all these months. it really surprises you how time flies so fast, and how it's already been 3 months since you started going undercover.

maybe it is true when people say that days pass on more quickly whenever you wish for it to be slower.

the clear afternoon sky definitely does not make up for the blues you've got right now. the breezy wind blows through the colourful trees as you got ready for the trial.

you looked at yourself dressed in formal attire through the mirror in your room, fixing up small details to make your outfit look as neat as possible.

sighing, you went back to pacing around the exceptionally small room, biting your thumb nail anxiously. your thoughts start getting bundled up the more you think about the trial.

isn't this too fast?

what if he's not guilty?

are you even mentally prepared for this?

what happens when the judge doesn't press charges?

what will you do when the man who almost took your dear life walks out free?

the voices in your head get louder. if's turning into when's, questions getting longer and longer by the minute, it's fucking you all up. it's wrecking your mind into small pieces that you can't even help to fix back. the voices become clearer, repeating dreadful questions every second.

are you ready for this?

how will you do?

what if you mess up?

why do the worst things always happen to you?

the sound of a knock brought you back to reality.

“y/n? you ready yet?” scaramouche asked from the other side of the door.

you stopped pacing around. “oh, uh... i'll be there in a sec.” you muttered, not even knowing if scaramouche heard you or not.

are you ready?

the same question repeated in your mind.

yeah.

maybe you're not.

“took you long enough.” scaramouche said, leaning on the wall in front of your door with his arms crossed.

you closed the door behind you. “it hasn't even been a minute.” you rolled your eyes despite scaramouche not being able to see as you had your back to him. turning around, your eyes immediately landed on his indigo ones that were already staring at you the moment you got out.

you took a quick scan of his attire. dressed in a simple black suit, blazer unbuttoned and necktie slightly loose, he stood before you. he isn't even dressed well, you thought. letting out a sigh, you walked over to scaramouche.

hands landing on his collar and necktie, you helped him fix his tie. “you can't even be bothered to fix yourself up properly, can you?” you chastised, loosening up the tie a bit before pulling it down again to tighten it.

he was pulled forward in response to you pulling his tie, making him breaths away from you. surprisingly you didn't notice, considering how you paid no mind and continued your ministrations, now fixing up his crooked collar.

his breath hitched the second you stepped towards him, and for a moment he couldn't quite remember how to breathe. the faint smell of your perfume filled his nostrils due to the proximity you two were currently in. his hands were hovering over your hips, too frozen up to even move.

buttoning up his blazer, you fixed his attire for one last time before you retracted your hands, looking up at him with a small smile. “there we go.” you said, patting up his shoulder.

you stepped back and exited the hallway, calling out for him to follow suit, not even minding how you've quite literally took his breath away.

one of his hands hovered over his mouth in disbelief, the colour red slowly creeping up his ears from being flustered.

what is this feeling?

the drive to the agreed location was fairly quiet, you and scaramouche just sat in silence. the radio to his car wasn't even on. you were scrolling through your phone in boredom while the ravenette was focusing on the road.

before completely heading off, you two have made sure to check whether anyone was following by looking if there were any cars behind you at every turn scaramouche made. luckily, there weren't any, and the road wasn't busy like always.

childe and arlecchino were assigned to take care of things at campus while the both of you were gone. you've known them long enough to know that they're great detectives and that they'd do a good job at taking care of your work, after all pierro was the one who assigned them, you surely have no doubts.

right?

“we're here.” scaramouche said, pulling up at... wait, what?

“...dottore's house? why is this our agreed location?” you asked dumbly, looking at the doctor's house from the driveway you were parked at.

you didn't know where you were headed to, since pierro only sent the location to scaramouche as he was the one driving. you only realised it was dottore's house when you caught glimpse of the dark turquoise roof of the house, his signature colour outstanding every other house in the neighborhood.

dottore isn't a police officer like the most of you are, but he's a close acquaintance of pierro, and he's usually the one who treats everyone's wounds and injuries whenever needed, so you could say he's a friend. keyword, could.

a knock on the window to your door made you jolt, moving your gaze to person outside the car. you pushed the button on the door to roll the window down, while still continuing eye contact with the person behind the clear window.

“my favourite person in the world!” dottore exclaimed after your window was completely down, waving at you with a mischievous smile.

“ugh, great, now i have to deal with you.” you said shortly after, a deadpanned look on your face upon seeing the man before you. “why do we have to be here?”

dottore brought a hand to his chest. “you wound me, y/n. i thought you'd be more than delightful to be greeted by yours truly!” he said dramatically, a hurtful expression plastered on his face.

you turned your head to scaramouche, mouthing a 'can you believe this guy?', in which scaramouche responded with a simple shrug. you groaned, looking back at the man with light turquoise hair, sending a death glare towards him.

“come on now, i'm not the bad guy here.” he brought up his hands in defense. “pierro thought it'd be a great idea to make my place where we pick you up, looking at how i'm not exactly affiliated with the police department. people wouldn't suspect me at all.”

you grumbled. “ugh, you of all people...”

you didn't exactly dislike dottore. you just have an ounce of hatred towards him because of something he did back in the day, but you wouldn't press it now.

if you had an enemies list, he'd totally be third, scaramouche being number one on the list without a doubt. second? this one dude who kept on stealing your parking spot at the precint. he must be having the time of his life right now with you being gone.

a honk of another car made the three of you look towards the sound it came from. pierro was sitting in the passenger seat of a honda jade hybrid car beside yours with his arms crossed, a sour look on his face, probably from waiting for too long.

“well, looks like that's our sign to get going.” dottore quipped.

if you think your usual car rides with scaramouche were awkward enough, then this is way worse.

everyone in the 6-seater car was silent, not even uttering a single word. dottore was the one who was driving, and due to how he's kind of a reckless driver, pierro had personally given him a lecture on how he should be focused on the road. now he opted to just drive in silence, instead of his usual jamming-through-blasting-music self.

pierro on the other hand was sitting at the passenger seat, eyes overlooking the scenery in front of him, while occasionally glancing at the back through the rear view mirror.

the back is where it gets exceptionally awkward. you were very much shocked when you were greeted with the tsaritsa sitting in the front row seat once you got in the car, you didn't think she'd be coming along. the captain usually likes sitting alone, so you decided to just cramp at the back row with scaramouche, despite his many attempts on making you sit next to her.

the court was quite far from dottore's place, since the trial is being held to the nearest court from the prison the prime suspect was placed at. all five of you sat in silence, minding your own business, until the tsaritsa herself speaks up.

“how's the case going for you two?” she asked, not even sparing a glance to your seat.

you looked at scaramouche first to see if he wanted to answer, and of course he didn't. you rolled your eyes at him, before answering to the captain. “it's going quite alright. though it's kind of been slow these past two months, it'd be nice if we had a bit of a breakthrough.”

the tsaritsa perked her head up at this, slightly turning her head back to look at you. “oh? would you like my help on that?” she questioned, raising a brow. “i can always work on getting some connections from that campus, and maybe host something big to see if anything happens. i certainly did not win an award for being the best captain in the police department for nothing.”

scaramouche knitted his brows, scoffing at her. “you've had connections this whole time? why didn't you use that first thing before making us go undercover?”

she brought up a hand to cover her mouth in embarrassment. “oh dear, i must have forgotten... my apologies.” she simply said, but from the tone of her voice, it was clear that she did not sound sorry in the slightest.

the rest of the car ride was silent once again.

while everyone else were doing their own thing, you were busy being bundled up with the emotions that's been crashing down on you since this morning. the unforgettable thoughts and thousands of imaginable scenarios keep lingering your mind, despite trying your best to not just burst out and have a breakdown.

why you? of all people?

why do you have to go through so much?

what have you ever done?

do you deserve this?

all you've ever wished the whole time growing up was to succeed on getting the dream job you've helplessly worked hard for, but now that you did, was it really worth it?

if it wasn't for this tedious career, you wouldn't have gotten shot and broke your leg. if it wasn't for this stupid position, you wouldn't have to stay in the hospital for months just to be treated to physical therapy for half a year right after you got discharged. and if it wasn't for this shitty job, you definitely wouldn't have to face the man that has made your life miserable ever since that one night.

so you asked yourself again, was everything you've worked your whole life for even worth it?

your thoughts were interrupted when a pale hand caught yours.

looking up from your head that was hanging low, you fixate your now glossy eyes to the man beside you. instead of his usual scowl face, you were greeted with a worried look.

“y/n, you okay?” he asked, voice barely a whisper. he did not want other people in the car to turn their heads back to him if they heard him asking such a question, loud and clear.

you blinked, unknowingly letting a tear fall down your cheek. he quickly brought up his free hand to wipe it away. “are you sure you're ready for this?”

you let out an airy chuckle. “honestly...? no.” you whispered, looking down to your lap. “everything just feels so... fast, y'know?”

scaramouche hummed, caressing your palm with his thumb. “look— i've got you okay?” he reassured, tilting your chin up with his other hand to make you look at him.

“‘we can go through this together.’ ” he quoted. “that's what you've always said to me whenever i was going through hard times. i'm guessing it's my turn now to say the same to you.” scaramouche remarked, putting up a faint smile for you.

you smiled at him in return. “yeah, that's definitely something i'd say.” you replied, the lingering thoughts slowly drifting off your mind from his sappy words.

“so, what do you say? we go through this together?” he asked you softly, making you brighten up.

you grasped his hand that was holding yours. “like we always do.”

the same question comes back to you once again. but this time, it came with an answer.

is everything you've poured your whole life for worth it?

if it means that you get to meet amazing people on your daily job and doing what you love, then the answer to this is a simple yes— it definitely is.

if you wanna know what a jade hybrid looks like you can watch it here lol

the tsaritsa is the goddess of love for a reason hehe

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iwoszareba · 10 months

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For Knave:

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

oh man, this feels like such a cop out answer but i think he genuinely considers his full trickster transformation as the best thing that happened to him. it seems counterintuitive but it solved so many of his problems

he removes his oracle levels so he gets rid of his oracle curse (no more curse pain and now full freedom of movement woohoo) and severs direct connection to Aqil's past haunting him (Meru)

he regains his other bloodline and magic feels more as he thinks it should (i hc Areelu's kid was an abyssal sorcerer)

no longer a mortal. fuck being a mortal lmao

he gets his own face and feels like he is his own thing now!! he may be weird but that’s how he wants it

he reconstruct his fucked up soul in a major way and becomes more stable, genuinely my guy is in a more normal space mentally even despite or maybe because settling into being a monster

seriously the relief of it all was immense

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

when i learned about the mythic paths i was so impressed with the sheer number of them! i almost never make more than one character for a single game but mythics made me consider that it could be cool to use two of them as a growth and corruption arc. that was followed by the thought: but what if instead of the classic good vs evil i try to think up a more interesting contrast? and what i felt compelled by was: legend as embracing the and love for humanity vs trickster as rejection of and disdain for humanity. that's where the core of Aqil (at the time 'fox historian') and Knave (at the time 'that awful fey') split started and it's still very much felt in how their characters ended up!

but then i realised that a slow burn corruption via trickster powers won't work for what i had in mind bc i wanted a second character who would take Wendu with them and also i found out that legend happens really late in the game lol. so i started devising how i could make the terrible fey guy all wrong from the start. and the rest is history hehe

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

oh man, i just packed so much self indulgent stuff into him haha

i love fey and tricksters, chaotic little weirdoes. maybe they have a point or maybe they are just stupid. maybe it depends on the moment you catch them in

soul damage is such an interesting fantasy concept to me. bg2, pillars of eternity games and wotr all have it and i eat up all of these scenarios. when i realised that i could dive into it more by making the results of Areelu's experiment worse and more pronounced, of course i had to do it.

there is just something about a character struggling with their own personhood and feeling not fully there, it's both strange and relatable

dark carnival/circus is a guilty pleasure aesthetic of mine, also all the monster stuff. feral beast with a friendly facade. it's either edgy or silly stuff with this guy but trickster path grabbed me by my arms and said that it's okay to be cringe

#pwotr pals #thank you for the questions!!#i love making ocs and talking about making ocs hehe #oc asks #oc: knave #other

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heartbrake-hotel · 1 year

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Lordy honey yall makin me wanna write my own damn prompt. I got some more little tidbits for ya:

Elvis was turned during his first appearance at the International. But who turned him? I'm thinking there's some sort of deal going on between one the old vampires who invested in the building, maybe even the International's owner and Colonel Parker. They want Elvis to play there for as long as possible, and he isn't getting any younger--so they make it so he can't get any older, either.

At first Elvis is in a state of confusion, because fledglings (at least in my thoughts) are in a sort of fog when first turned. It helps them to adapt to feeding; cue Colonel Parker shoving cigarette girls into Elvis's suite, which he drains dry, much to his own horror when the initial feeding frenzy lifts.

And Colonel Parker isn't exactly picky with what he feeds Elvis: whoever is easy to get up into the suite, and high young girls are the easiest. Elvis tries, when he can afford it, to not feed--he doesn't know that if he drinks regularly then the frenzy won't come, but nobody has told him much of anything. His Sire isn't there, there wasn't any sort of ritual to his Turning as there normally is. No, this was just business.

aLRIGHT WOOHOO SMITTY MY LOVE LOOK AT US !!! im finally getting to this lmaoooo oOOPS 🙈 AND i have some mf THOUGHTS,,

(the orig hc post is here btw) ((idk if yall could tell but it Wrecked my Shit))

also it's been Sooooo long since we discussed this that u now have some Other relevant supernatural!au lore to pull from . so,, i hope u don't mind if i conflate the two universes a lil but ur worldbuilding in you ain't nothin' but a overtook my conscious mind weeks ago and has yet to relent 💝 oh nooooo.. whatever shall i dooooo.. 😏

far too many words under the cut. i, uh.. i may have lost control a lil 🤭🦇 ft. a frankly excessive use of pet names and an e who has been babygirlified maybe more than is appropriate within the confines of the plot (shocking, i'm sure).

right ok so !! vegas as a hub for at least some of the supernatural bc of its transient nature, high tourist volume, and seedy reputation. obvious check

for the most part, unaffiliated vamps stay out of vegas. like you said- it's too hard to monitor their blood concentrations when everyone and their dog is doing truckloads of party drugs well into the night.! but there are, of course, some Old Ones, who saw (or perhaps even built??) the city as their own personal playground btw this blends so seamlessly into the irl high-level mob ties its crazy lmao. marina's bringing up elvis is literally never not on my mind 🙏

if you're rich enough, or powerful enough (or have friends who are enough so), you don't have to fend for yourself the same way, so it's less of an issue. sucking out some rando party girl off the street is faaar beneath the pay grade of the handful of guys at the top, who have their meals carefully cultivated and hand-procured thru what is almost certainly a human trafficking ring

kirk kerkorian [or meyer kohn - u can pick ur universe, here] and the entire board of the international is of course among this group, exerting their power and influence (and perhaps Compulsion) to keep the flow of money running smoothly from the casinos below directly into their cash-lined pockets.

colonel tom parker [a demon again? or perhaps nobody in particular - either way he ends up hellspawn lmao whether literally or figuratively] is acutely aware of this when he first signs elvis on for the hotel's opening season - how could he not be? and of course everything goes perfectly smoothly for those first six weeks in 1969. **ik im twisting ur original idea just a tad but bear w me

but the longer the engagement goes, the more trouble colonel has reining elvis in. he had agreed heartily to those first fifty-eight appearances - purely to fund his upcoming world tour, you understand ("the snowman strikes again!"). but no matter how much colonel wheedles, he's not budging; elvis simply will not sign on for the next year.! he's finally holding his ground... and that's his undoing

coming off the back of his comeback special and last movie, e finally feels like he's got his mojo workin' - the king is back on top! after a looong decade stuffed fit to bursting with his botched movie career, he never thought he'd wrest any semblance of creative control away from the powers that be. but the last year or so has really made him see the value of his own opinion, AND the dangers of continued complacency. so with the backing of his family and extended entourage, he's heading halfway across the world just as soon as he gets off that stage for the last time.

colonel can't have that, not with the remainder of his hefty personal debt hanging in the balance. and with all the dough the hotel is raking in during the first dregs of their opening season, nobody up top wants their prize little cash cow flying away to london or japan or the rock of eternity or wherever he's fixin' to go - not if they have anything to say about it !

and so a plan is devised, swiftly, mercilessly, and without any pesky sense of remorse. after all, what do they have to feel bad about? they're just taking care of business

just after elvis' last performance, he's heading to his packed-up suite to shower and change for what he thinks will be the last time.. the boys are downstairs getting the last of the stuff in the cars and then they'll all head to the airport. he's got just a couple minutes to spare, and he assures them he'll be fine alone. just gonna run on up and change real quick, y'all don't needta worry about me none. [*evil colonel voice* wanna bet?]

he steps into his unusually empty suite, but before he can even shuck the towel from around his neck, his throat is being wrenched to the side in a vice grip as an unseen assailant steps from their hiding spot behind the door. he yelps, tries to throw them off, goes for the gun in his boot, but their grip is like steel, solid and unyielding, and before he can move much of anywhere there's a sharp prick in his neck and a sudden heaviness in his muscles he can't quite shake.

he assumes it's a syringe - he's not wholly unfamiliar with a needle, after all, and why would he suspect anything else? he guesses he's been drugged on account of... well, on account of bein' elvis presley. goddamn sonsabitches don't need any more reason than that. 'course, the sensation is a little different than he's used to - the gauge is unfamiliar, and he could swear he feels two distinct track marks - but by then his head is spinning too much to be certain of anything.

the last thing he feels is a rushing sense of complacency as his legs give out. his vision is swimming too much too see his attacker's face, but they let him go down, hard, and he crumples to an undignified heap on the floor helplessly as they turn to... leave? huh. not what he expected, but he supposes beggars can't be choosers

his sluggishly disjointed musings are broken only by the shadowy figure melting back into the shadows... his increasingly-addled mind knows he should be glad at their sudden departure, but all he can concentrate on is the inexplicable swing out of the vague sense of euphoria that had been the "drugs" kicking in, and a sudden accompanying feeling that he didn't like one bit. he could only describe it as a crawling fear, an absence, a kind of ripping deep in his soul... a pervasive sense of distance, of wrongness so festering he feared it was about to tear him apart from the inside out. he's suddenly certain he's not meant to be alone right now.

he gasps in the worst pain he's ever felt, and at the same moment, he's aware of a rush of footsteps in the hallway outside - he barely manages a wobbly gesture to the door and a slurred request to rip his goddamn tongue out b'the roots to the panicked faces of his boys crowding around his supine form before his vision finally goes dark.

when he wakes up, he's in an all-too-familiar bed. before running for the doctor and his daddy, a frazzled jerry sitting vigil at his side hurriedly explains that without him conscious enough to fill them in, all they knew is he wasn't fit to travel, so they'd unpacked his suite again while waiting for him to return to the land of the living. he's grateful, but assures him that as soon as he's feeling better they'll be heading out again.

he asks jerry to turn down the thermostat and flip off the light on his way out. the heavily-drawn drapes had already ensured it'd been near-pitch dark and freezing, just how he liked it, but he murmured it felt like he was burnin' up from the inside out, and his eyes were too sensitive for even the ambient glow of his bedside lamp. jerry does so and also fetches him a pair of big ol' sunglasses, without a word.

the doctors (who'd been summoned to the hotel; despite protests from the mafia, colonel had suggested that moving elvis to a hospital could be even more dangerous, what with this criminal still on the loose, and vernon had reluctantly agreed) hadn't been able to tell what he'd been dosed with - it'd metabolized too quickly to detect, apparently. all they can tell him after the last four days of monitoring his comatose form is that his vitals have been almost astonishingly strong. the only symptom he's had has been a high fever, but it breaks as soon as he's awake again- and actually, his body temp has overcorrected and is a little low now, is he feeling chilly?

they joke that whatever he'd been given seems to have actually helped him, and he's inclined to agree... despite the fact that they hadn't administered anything to him except an IV drip, in case it had any adverse interactions with whatever he'd been on, his chronic pain has mysteriously vanished. and since he's been awake and in recovery, he's only seemed to get more handsome and charming, no sign at all of being out of it and on fluids for so long. you sure wouldn't have known his recent predicament by looking at him !

he's got a host of baffling new symptoms as well, but nothing that seems dangerous or that points to any kind of diagnosis. he's growing increasingly thirsty, but the buckets of water he's drinking aren't quenching him. he seems to have lost his sense of taste (this one hits him the worst) - at first, the smell of food made him nauseous. now he can keep it down, but it feels like ash in his mouth. his light sensitivity lingers, though for the most part it's limited to natural light, and he takes to wearing the sunglasses often. he seems to have developed a sudden allergy to some of his jewelry - his silver rings and pendants now cause a burning rash. he has them remade in gold and doesn't give it a second thought.

he tells and retells his story to the cops, but they're left scratching their heads; it's widely assumed the panicked arrival of the mafia scared off the creep before they could pull off the rest of their plan. kill him, kidnap him for ransom... seemed like they'd never know for sure, but either way everyone agrees he narrowly escaped a much worse fate. colonel doesn't think it wise for him to be on the road, what with this continued threat hanging over his head, but jerry argues it doesn't seem any better to stay in vegas with this freak at large. and elvis points out that if the bastard follows him overseas, they have bigger fish to fry.

the boys seem confused that the attack doesn't appear to have played into his usual paranoia in any way; he doesn't know quite how to explain it, he tells them, but he feels stronger, somehow. more settled. like if it ever came to it again, he could handle himself. it might just be relieved cockiness, but what didn't kill him made it so he's at least not afraid again. he's been reflecting deeply on psalm 23, apparently.

and so the suite is once again packed up, despite colonel's protestations- this time with elvis under constant supervision, much to his good-natured amusement. it goes without incident, and they make it all the way to the runway before elvis is suddenly doubled over in pain in the back of the limo, sweating and shaking like a leaf.

he's groaning that it hurts, hurts s'bad, but can't say anything more than that, and within seconds the whole caravan has whipped around and is careening back to the relative safety of the hotel. by the time he's being ferried hurriedly up to his room, he's improving steadily, and by the time he's settled in bed and the doctors once more fetched, he's weak and badly shaken but seems no worse for wear.

the doctors can't explain this apparent relapse any more than the first, but tentatively give him a clean bill of health, and two days later they try it all again. this time he makes it within a couple miles of the airport, and it takes him four days to recover. the last time they try, he only makes it four blocks away from the Strip and is bedridden for a week. nobody has any sort of explanation, and the tour is put on hold indefinitely while they're seemingly stranded.

the colonel is the one who offers a possible solution. he'd been hovering around elvis' room the whole time (like a bad smell, sonny mutters when he's out of earshot), fluttering around with assurances that the hotel would gladly host them as long as they needed, maybe even sign them on for another season if elvis so wished...

when elvis finally roars that he just wants OUT of this place, goddammit in response to vernon's suggestion that he stop working himself up with leaving, colonel finally pounces.

he must put his foot down, he says. his boy is clearly in no condition to travel- no, no, not physically, he hastily amends, when elvis opens his mouth to remind him what the doctors said, but clearly mentally. something about the attack has left him emotionally unstable, it appears, and the idea of leaving, even though he's so sure he wants to, is clearly triggering some kind of psychosomatic attack. why doesn't he make up his mind to stay- not forever, just until his head is screwed on right. he can keep playing the international, and they can find him some head-shrinkers to fix him right up, eh? elvis doesn't see any choice but to glumly agree.

of course, unbeknownst to elvis, the real issue is that his Maker won't allow him to leave vegas city limits. he's been kept totally in the dark as to his situation and is thus totally suggestible, so when the vampire who Turned him (continually employed by the Ancients for just this kind of dirty work) uses their mental connection to Compel him to stay within a certain radius, elvis doesn't even know he's feeling it, much less that it's possible to fight it. his Bat simply obeys without question, to the confusion of his body and conscious mind.

if his Turning had been accompanied by proper ritual, if his Maker had explained any of his new life to him, if he'd received any guidance at all, he'd know he could override this instinct, break the Bond they shared (especially as ill-cultivated as it is), and be on his way. as it is, he's like a dog with a newly-installed invisible fence. a dog who's also growing steadily weaker since his Turning because of his lack of sustenance, mind you.

the colonel knows all this. he also knows that any doctors or psychiatrists that see elvis from this point on will be in the know, be provided by the hotel, and be payed handsomely to tell elvis exactly what the colonel wants him to hear. he send word to the Council that they've got him at last. they rejoice at the prospect of chaining elvis to their stage for an eternity, elvis begrudgingly signs the contract for another engagement, and this is where the real trouble starts...

it's been three weeks since he was inadvertently Turned, and elvis is feeling the affects of not having Fed, though he doesn't realize it. he's weak, he's thirsty, he's snappish, and can somebody turn off those godDAMNED lights !!! the mafia assume it's due to his mental slump and are at a loss except to wait it out, but the colonel thinks he has something to cheer him up. he winks and tells red that elvis will have a few, ehem.. lady visitors tonight, and surely they shouldn't be disturbed. the boys get the hint.

colonel sends up the ditziest cigarette girl he can find downstairs, a perky little blonde, so doped-up out of her mind she's wobbling in her heels. she gasped and flushed darkly when he told her that mr. presley was in need of her services; he hadn't even needed to slip her any cash to incentivize her troubles. he chomped on his cigar and grinned darkly as he watched her giggle her way to the elevator.

elvis, for his part, almost makes it. he'd answered the rhythmic little knock in his robe, loosely tied, and didn't miss the way the sweet young thing at his door gaped at the sight of all that chest on display. before he can even say anything, she's slipped under his arm and further into the room, and he raises an eyebrow and grins as he eases the door shut. he peruses her wares (the CIGARETTES !! im talking about the cigarettes..) more for show than anything else, and hands her a $20 in exchange for a pack he doesn't plan on smoking, telling her to keep the change.

she bends over far more than necessary while stacking boxes back in her tray, and flutters her lashes when she asks him if there's... anything else she can get him. flattered as he is, he tells her, he isn't sure he needs anything just now, but thank you kindly anyways, honey. truthfully, he's not sure he's feeling up for it, but she pouts so prettily as she swings her hips sadly over to the door, and turns back to ask if he's really really sure... the colonel had sent her up with express instructions to give him anything he wanted, she explains, sultry little whine in her voice, and he finds his resolve crumbling.

surely a little kissing wouldn't hurt, he reasons, might even make him feel a lil better, and her eyes light up in glee when he beckons her back over. but the minute she's in his arms, easing her way up to his lips as her eyes flutter shut, he isn't sure what comes over him. they're so close her heartbeat rushes in his ears, and without a thought he's effortlessly snapped her neck (with strength he didn't know he had) and is lapping frantically from her torn throat (pierced with the aid of sharp fangs he's never felt before). she never even saw it coming.

he moans as he sags to the ground, clutching her limp form and still slurping desperately as, for the first time since his attack, his thirst is quenched. he dimly realizes he's done something unforgivable, but his head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton, everything around him distant and foggy. the sense of panic he knows he should be feeling is a far-off twinge, all but muted by the combined cocktail of ecstasy running through him: fresh blood, dope, and a brain fog he can't quite attribute to either.

when she's dry he's sated, the sense of woozy relief hits him so strong that he barely manages to stagger to his feet and stumble over to the couch, chin and hands still covered in blood, before he's passing out for ten hours of the emptiest sleep he's ever had. when he wakes up, all traces of what happened are gone, and with a mind that finally feels clearer than it has for weeks, he almost manages to convince himself it was an incredibly fucked-up dream, so potent that the sweet metallic tang is still blooming on his tongue...

...until of course, the next time it happens. it goes much the same way: the colonel has no trouble locating a girl who'll never be missed- this is vegas, after all- and sends her, high as a kite of her own volition, up to the penthouse to keep company with a disgruntled and starving elvis. he drains her dry before he can even blink, but stays awake this time to spend the next few hours totally blissed out in an uncomfortably drugged haze. the more he comes down, the more he hates not only what he's done but also the way it makes him feel.

thus starts a vicious cycle: elvis, terrified of feeding, swears off blood, until he's half-starved but fighting himself at every turn. the colonel intervenes, sending throngs of low-risk girls up to the suite, where e simply can't help himself anymore, and enters a violent blood-crazed frenzy. he spends the hours after staggering around half-lucid, waiting for the effects to fade so he can convince himself he'll never do it again.

the stronger he maintains his tenuous mental fortitude- the longer he goes between feeds- the more girls he needs in a night to fill him up, and the higher he gets afterwards. he doesn't ask where colonel finds them or what he does with the bodies. he thinks dully that he doesn't much want to know.. it's hard enough on his conscience already.

of course, yet another thing nobody's bothered to explain to poor frightened fledgling elvis is that every time he refuses to feed when he should, every time he feels the welling signs of that dark hunger within himself and shoves them down in distress, every time his instincts are forced to take over and quite literally make him feed, that it exacerbates the mental fog he's feeling.

vampiric lore (which of course he doesn't know) attributes it to a sort of easing-in countermeasure; it's only newly-turned vampires, not fully in touch with their desires, that attempt to starve themselves so, clearly suffering from a mental block regarding the morality of preying upon their former species. to smooth their transition into acceptance of their new form, every time they're forced to feed rather than do it willingly, a potent release of hormones and neurotransmitters floods their system, both to combat any lingering guilt and to make them crave the mental release of feeding just as much as the physical.

if he were to feed normally, if he were to provide his body with the nourishment it needed on a regular basis, his instincts wouldn't have to override his mind this way. he wouldn't be forced to feed so violently or so much, he'd be able to control himself such that he could select his own victims preferentially and even bring himself to stop before killing them, and he wouldn't feel so overwhelmed afterwards.

elvis thinks of his... condition as an affliction, a temptation he lacks the strength to overcome, but really, it's his body's desperate attempt to stay alive when his mind insists on thwarting his ongoing survival at every turn. the bloodlust isn't a punishment but a protective measure, and one he could prevent if he'd take consistent care of his new needs.

and on top of all that, the particular way his intake is chemically tainted only adds to this anguish, because now he's unknowingly also developing a dependency on the drugs- the painful withdrawal symptoms of which serve to strongarm him into feeding even more frequently.

things are only exacerbated by his performance engagement starting back up; of course, it's even easier to find girls- hordes of them batter the doors to the showroom after every show, desperate for just another glimpse of him- but it also means he's got a responsibility to be right there on that stage twice a night, able-minded or no, and he takes that very seriously.

he's got people to support, after all, so he gets very used to functioning while highly intoxicated, whether that means performing, schmoozing the high rollers in the casino at the behest of his hotel benefactors, or smiling through a never-ending stream of reporters and photographers during every interview and press conference.

this is where the reader steps in !!!

you're one of less than a handful of vamps, just two or three, really, who manage to stick around vegas (and consume healthy blood) without the influence of the Old Ones, a feat you manage by staying off the Strip almost entirely. you stick to the suburbs, both as a way to ensure you're not tripping out after every meal, and to (hopefully) stay out of sight and out of mind of the powerful Ancients who don't want anyone infringing on their territory. this is very fright night remake vibes btw if anyone remembers that

but there's very little to do in the dusty, sprawling desert neighborhoods that isn't centered around maintaining the tourism industry downtown, especially for an immortal with nothing but time (and the occasional meal) to kill. you're nowhere near as experienced as those you seek to avoid, but you've been around the block quite a few times yourself, and sometimes the neon glow of the city lights overrides the quiet boredom of your safely-maintained little perimeter.

tonight is one such night: elvis presley had been headlining the international hotel for what felt like ages, or maybe just a blink - it was hard to judge that pesky human time, when their lifespans were so much shorter than yours. either way, he'd been this era's answer to jesus for a few decades now, and you had to admit you were curious to see him in person at last.

you decide on the midnight show- maybe if you're lucky, you can scrounge up a snack on the way home. you don't bother with a ticket- though you have more than enough human money stored up over the years, you're sure it's no use for what promises to be a sold-out show. the bouncers aren't any deterrent, either- you simply Compel them into checking the list for your name another time, and they let you in without a murmur. the showroom is packed so full, you notice as you survey the area, that nobody could ever notice one more.

you slip into a vacant seat at the end of one of the long tables that line the stage, with a group of screaming fans who don't seem to notice that they don't know you. you can't tell if their distraction is borne more from excitement or alcohol, but either way, you're grateful for the cover. you order a bloody mary as your own personal joke and bide your time until the show starts, perusing the booths that line the floor behind you. you recognize a few familiar Old Ones, by face if not name- no surprise, considering who runs the casino just outside.

eventually, the lights fade and the orchestra bursts into an opening riff. you clap with the rest when elvis struts out on stage, looking resplendent in a white jumpsuit, grinning wide and boyishly and practically glowing under the stage lights. his rings flash as he waves to the audience, courteous and attentive even as he starts singing. when the song's over he introduces himself and some of the VIPs, including the owner of the hotel (now there's a vamp who's been getting himself a lot of press lately), and the heavyset man next to him, apparently elvis' own manager. the man gives a simpering smile and wave to the crowd as the spotlights illuminate the booth, and you wrinkle your nose as you turn back to the main stage. you haven't placed it yet, but something seems off about that one.

elvis puts on a good show, you'll give him that, but the longer you watch, the more puzzled you become. he's slurring just a bit when he jokes with the band in between numbers, and more clumsy than you'd expect for someone so flexible; you'd say it was just another hollywood star using and abusing drugs if he didn't look so... panicked every time. he's twitchy, too, keeps getting down toward the edge of the stage like he's about to move out into the crowd and start planting kisses on his clamoring fans, like you've heard he does, but he keeps jerking himself back at the last second. they seem to think he's teasing, screaming louder every time, and he plays it off with a slow grin, but it's almost like... like he's afraid he won't be able to control himself, like...

ah. there it is

you zero in on just the barest flash of fang in his smile, and immediately suss out what's going on. elvis presley, a fledgling vamp in what is indisputably the worst city in the world for fledgling vamps... strange things are happening every day, aren't they?

that leaves you with more questions than answers, however... questions like where's his Master? why isn't he feeding properly? who's keeping him half-starved and strung-out? and most importantly, does he even know what's going on?

you narrow your eyes contemplatively as you watch him fool with the microphone before prompting the band to start the next song. all it takes is seeing his hands tremble around the cord to make you nod decisively and shoot back the rest of your drink. you suppose you can stick around a little longer than originally planned... after all, it seemed like elvis might need a little help fixing this, whether he knew it or not.

you lingered just a little after the show ended, waiting until the throngs of frantic women had pushed their way back to the lobby before heading after them yourself. you glanced around surreptitiously, locating the nearest elevator bay... and near it, a familiar older man with a cane whispering furtively to a clearly-tipsy young woman, one you recognized from your table during the show. she had caught a silk scarf fluttering down in front of her from the man himself and hadn't stopped screaming until the lights came back on. bingo

you ran one hand through your hair haphazardly, tousling it slightly as you stumbled your way over to them. "oh, there you are! i was looking for you," you chirped. she gasps and waves excitedly in the earnest way only drunk girls do, but your mouth is open again before she can speak and do something incriminating, like ask your name. "who's y'r friend? s'he coming upstairs with us?" you giggle, leering at... what had his name been again? ah yes, colonel parker. you silently gave a sigh of thanks for your heightened senses- you might not have recognized him just from your brief glimpse during the show otherwise.

the colonel glanced you over dismissively, clearly writing you off as another inebriated fan - his mistake, but exactly what you wanted him to think all the same. he gave you a leering grin and tapped his cane as he said "ah, i was just asking your friend here to do a simple personal favor for me..." you hummed disinterestedly until he continued "...on behalf of mister presley, of course." you gasped exaggeratedly and willed your cheeks to flush- lucky you had fed recently.

he seems to buy it, from the way his eyebrow ticks upwards when he sees your reaction "perhaps you would like to... accompany her to his suite, no?" he teases. you nod raptly, artificial stars in your eyes, and he snorts as he pushes the call elevator button for you with the top of his cane. "top floor. you two enjoy yourselves," he chuckles. the two of you giggle as he saunters away, towards the casino entrance.

as soon as the doors slide shut behind you, you straighten up and tidy your hair in the chromatic reflection until you're once again presentable. you brush off your outfit, fiddling until you're satisfied, then take a deep breath. snapping once to get your lightly confused companion's attention, your turn her shoulders towards you so she's making woozy and bewildered eye contact with you.

"hi honey. having a good night? good. this is how the rest of it is gonna go, ok? now you listen to me-"

when the doors opened again at the thirtieth floor, the girl (tracy. she had told you absently her name was tracy) waved distractedly over her shoulder as she walked straight out of the elevator bay and into the nearby stairwell, head filled with what she believed to be an immutable truth about the elevator being out of service. she'd walk back to her room (on the off chance there was anyone downstairs monitoring the floor indicator dial), wake up perfectly safe in the morning, and think nothing of it.

meanwhile, you let yourself into elvis' suite with the key tracy had handed over, a parting gift from the colonel. you left the lights off, made yourself comfortable on the couch facing the door, and waited.

you didn't have to wait long- just minutes later, there was noise outside, multiple male voices speaking over each other as they all piled out of the elevator and headed for the door, elvis' the loudest. "yeah, yeah, i said i'd meet you down there, didn't i? doin' my damn head in... i'll tell ya what, y'all g'head and i'll call down there when i'm done. yes i swear, now git!" laughter and good-natured ribbing faded as the elevator doors presumably closed behind the crowd once again, punctuated with a sigh and the click of the door lock disengaging another time.

elvis didn't seem to notice you as he walked in, leaving the light off as well as he patted his face dry with the damp towel looped around his neck. he leaned against the wall with one hand to brace himself as he toed off his boots, then whipped his dark shades off onto a side table and gripped the bridge of his nose with another deep sigh.

"are you in any pain, mr. presley?" he yelped in undignified surprise and whipped around with a touch of vampiric speed, dropping the towel in his fright to discover the source of your voice. despite the pitch blackness of the room, his eyes locked onto yours immediately through the dark, without needing to scan the empty space around you- another sign of his transition. no mortal could see as perfectly well in this scenario as the two of you could.

"wh- who-" he stuttered some, regaining his bearings, as you cocked your head in evaluation. "i'm sorry to startle you, mr. presley," you say evenly, but pleasantly. "you can drop that shit straightaway, honey, that's my daddy. can jus' call me elvis." he murmurs absentmindedly, as if it hadn't been what he really intended to say but came out by habit. "and now that you know me, may i ask who you are? and better yet what the hell you're doing in my room?" he doesn't sound angry, per se, more resigned than anything, and you smile wryly in response as you introduce yourself. "real pretty, honey, but i'd like an answer to my other question, too." he raises his eyebrow, and you wonder if he's even aware of how much charismatic mental energy he's leaking right now. it was even more apparent to you now why humans throw themselves at him left and right.

"sorry, m- i mean, elvis. the colonel sent me up. i saw your show- you were fantastic, but i had a couple questions." "he did, did he? just wonderful," he almost growls, squeezing his eyes shut. "and some questions, you said? you a reporter?" his voice sounds hard-edged for the first time tonight, but he seems to relax again when you answer with a simple no. "just concerned, i guess." he hums tiredly at your response, vague though it is. "concerned about what, 'bout the show? i'll do my best to answer your questions, honey, but i really don't think there's all too much to be concerned about-"

"elvis, when was the last time you fed?" you can hear his breath catch from clear across the room. "i-i had lunch after rehearsals, but i ain't had dinner yet, if that's what you're askin'... pretty forward way to ask me on a date, but i-" you put a hand up to cut him off. "i think you know perfectly well that's not what i'm asking, elvis. when was the last time you fed properly? on blood?" "...ha! been watching a little too many dark shadows reruns, honey?" his words trip over themselves getting out, and eventually he gives up to just blink at you, speechless, owl-eyed, and afraid despite his frankly pathetic attempt at a cover. he looks like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar only this time the metaphorical cookie jar is a number of very literal human corpses lol

you bite back a sigh- perhaps you pushed too hard there. poor thing is wringing his hands like he thinks you're gonna put him in cuffs any minute. "maybe we should start over- i'm here to help, ok? i wanna make sure you're alright, cuz i think you might have a lot of questions nobody's explained to you yet. c'mere and sit next to me, baby, and we'll just talk" you pat the seat next to you, flipping his casual pet naming back on him effortlessly. to be fair, he is a baby to you- only, what, a couple months old? that's nothing compared to your few hundred years.

he eyes the spot next to you but shakes his head, still looking like a lost puppy. "n-no, i- m'fine over here," he manages. you furrow your brow; he's gonna need to start trusting you if he wants your help, and this is a bad way to begin. "i promise, i'm not gonna hurt you, elvis-" that sure does it. "i'm not worried about that!" he exclaims. "m'worried about me hurting you!"

you breathe out a surprised little oh, suddenly understanding. "is that what you're so worried about, sweetie? i'm not afraid of you." you try to placate him. "y-you should be afraid of me, honey. i am."

and that's the crux of the matter, isn't it? it breaks your heart a little to know that this is what he's been grappling with alone. it's not meant to be like this- with time and acceptance, he was meant to gain eternal companionship (your semi-loner status nonwithstanding). and whoever heard of a scared vampire?

but you put that aside to focus on elvis- and quickly realize there's one more... little thing you might've left out.

"you don't need to be anymore, ok? i'm gonna help you learn to control it." you beckon him over again, and this time he makes it halfway across the floor before you realize you're not sure if you're Compelling him or not. he'll need to learn what it feels like eventually, in order to both use it and combat it, but now's probably not the time. you break eye contact, just in case, and he falters slightly, but keeps coming, putting you at ease.

as he gets close enough to hear your heartbeat, though, his eyes suddenly turn frantic, and he backpedals, once again in the grip of that familiar terror. "you- you have to get out of here, i can't-" you shush him, not unkindly. "oh, sweetheart. that one's my bad, ok? i guess i haven't been very good at this so far," you grin apologetically. "but you couldn't hurt me, even if you tried"

you use your superspeed to whoosh over to his side and back, the only sign you'd moved at all the slight sway of your hair in the breeze it creates- and the golden ankh pendant now swinging from your upturned palm. elvis gapes, hands reaching up to feel the now-empty space around his neck where the necklace rested just moments ago. "how...?" listen i really can't be assed abt the fact he wasn't wearing necklaces this early ok. it was a cool move

"forgot to tell you - i'm souped up, too." you wink at him, flashing your pupils the deep red they turn when you're Feeding. "and also i think a little stronger than you, given what i saw on stage tonight." this is soo cliche im sorry but Spooky Eyes HAWT. i don't feel bad about it actually

the immediate sense of overwhelming relief on his face almost aches to see, and he's crossed the remaining stretch of floor to practically collapse in your arms sobbing before you can blink. it's... very surprising, you'll admit, but not unwelcome, either, and you're sure the uncertainty lingers in your voice as you gentle him softly, petting his hair and rubbing his back and trying not to overthink the fact that you've known elvis presley for all of ten minutes and now... this is happening. whatever this is.

"woah- woah, hey, what's happening? what's the matter, baby?" he's shaking like a leaf as you hold him, trying to work out in what universe this makes sense. "i-i-i ain't-" he manages through tears. "i haven't been able to touch any-anyone this whole time without b-being so goddamned afraid i'd hurt 'em... and i just- i..."

your worst fears for him, first materialized as you watched him onstage and puzzled about the identity of his Master, are confirmed. "baby... have you been alone this whole time?" you whisper. he just nods from his resting place, face buried in your shoulder. IS this a weird level of intimacy for 2 virtual strangers? totally yup. DO i still think its arguably valid considering how desperately lonely i have decided to make this bitch? uh huh :3

you suck in a breath through your teeth, suddenly filled with the fiery emotion you've been tamping down all night- rage. rage at whoever organized this hit, at whoever must be profiting off it while elvis suffers and innocent girls die, at the colonel who's been shepherding bodies in here endlessly and apparently without deigning to give elvis any proper help or training- yeah, don't think you forgot about him.

but before you can do anything about that, you have to do something with the king of rock 'n roll, who's finally quieting down in your lap. you shove the anger back down, the same way you do your bloodlust- the same way you'll teach elvis.

he sits back up, furiously wiping his tear-stained face. "sorry, honey- i don't know what came over me." he barks a laugh but his eyes tell you it's for show. you tut at him, standing up to fetch him a tissue and maybe a bottle of water, if you can find it- you're sure there must have been one waiting for him after the show. his eyes widen again, but before he has time for concern you cup his cheek to brush the last of his tears away with the pad of your thumb, accompanied by a gently chiding look that says i'm not going anywhere

he has enough time to look sheepish before you putter back over to him with your spoils, talking a mile a minute to distract him. "tch, enough of that! that's part of the change- everything you felt before is doubly strong now. it can be hard to separate your emotions sometimes, especially when you're not used to it. you'll feel everything differently now, and twice as hard."

he takes a moment to mull that over as he mops his face and chugs the water bottle, then nods as he meets your eyes again. "i didn't know that, but it sounds- it feels right. what else can ya tell me?" you chuckle darkly, stretching out on the couch. "oh, just bunches, baby. get comfortable, cuz i know you've got questions- and i've got your answers."

over the course of the night, you explain everything to elvis- how he was Turned, the changes his body's going through, all the symptoms and abilities he'll experience now, why he's feeling the way he is, his options for feeding, how his habits need to change if he intends to keep going like this... it's a laborious process, given how little he knows and how much he thinks he does- he's already got a lot of misconceptions to retrain.

"hey, maybe you're the one who's been watching too many dark shadows reruns lately!" you mean it as a joke, but he flushes. "well, s'not like there's a, a handbook or anythin'! i've been tryin' to study up!" you burst out laughing, and he laughs with you.

at one point he orders up dinner for the two of you, which provides the perfect opportunity for you to offer him a creature comfort- "food? yeah, you can eat food. it won't sustain you, but you're free to eat for pleasure." at his pained look, you give him a knowing smirk. "i bet it tastes nasty right now, doesn't it?" he nods glumly, eyeing your super-rare hamburger, and you chuckle, eyeing him as you take an exaggerated bite. he groans in annoyance, and you laugh as you lick your fingers clean. "don't worry- that'll pass. it's your instincts' way of telling you that you're malnourished- kind of a deterrent from stuff that won't actually keep you alive. you'll be back to your peanut butter and banana in no time, promise." he cheers, and orders up a bottle of champagne, just for that.

"that's another thing- we metabolize differently. your system can tell the difference between the liquid calories it needs and the solid calories you're feeding it just for fun. you won't derive any energy from human food, so you can't gain weight. no reason to store fat," you shrug. "but it also means-" you clink your champagne glass with his in a mock toast, "-you can't get drunk." he sputters, "well, why'd you even let me order the bubbly then?? this shit's expensive, so they tell me!" "i like the way it sparkles! it tickles my nose!"

the hours come and go, but the two of you barely notice, so wrapped up in your conversation. that's another thing you explain- how he'll need much less rest now, if he keeps himself healthy, but that until he's being nourished properly he'll be fatigued and need to sleep pretty much like before. he admits that he was practically nocturnal beforehand, anyway- he hadn't even noticed this one change among so many more pressing.

his drapes were heavy-duty, but you could see just the barest sliver of skyline out the window as the sun began to rise. "it's almost dawn," you whisper, conscious of the fact that the vampire before you is very young, and has had a very long night. a very long month, to be perfectly honest. he hums from where his head is resting on your thigh- you'd encouraged him to lie down an hour ago when he kept breaking off his sentences to yawn hugely. actually, you'd encouraged him to get some rest and you'd talk more later, but he'd refused to go to bed, assuring you he wasn't tired 't all, just sore from the show- he got muscle aches, you know, and he needed to stretch out. you hadn't been convinced then, and you were even less so now, keeping a fond eye on him (fond?? when had that happened) as he drowsed in your lap.

his end of the conversation had started lagging about the same time you started running your hand through his hair, until he was practically purring in contentment. you huffed in amusement. "more like a kitty cat than a bat, i think." he cocked an eyebrow and grinned salaciously, though he didn't open his eyes. "oh honey, i'll show you a cat... a pussycat, to be precis-" "HEY!" you swatted him teasingly and he snickered, settling down again. "keep it clean, presley." "yes, Master." you paused in your ministrations at that, just long enough for his brow to furrow. "you don't have to call me that." "yeah... but can i? i mean, would'ya mind if i-?" his voice was quiet, but sincere. "...ok. but only if you want to." he can hear the smile in your voice without looking, and it makes him smile, too.

"you do have a real one out there, y'know." "i know. but they ain't ever helped me none- all they've done for me is turn my life upside down and leave again. but you... hell, honey, i've only known you one night, and already things are starting to feel right side up again." you sit with that for just long enough to feel pleased before you reach down to tweak his nose. he giggles, and your bid to give the both of you a break from being so fucking earnest goes off without a hitch. the tension stays broken, but the tranquil mood remains.

"guess you're stuck with me again- i can't make it all the way home in that," you venture eventually, nodding at the lone streak of sun making its way past the blackout curtains to pool on the floor behind the piano. luckily far out of the way, or he might've had a particularly unpleasant awakening of his own, had he stumbled through the patch accidentally. he shifts minutely, well on his way to sleep by now. "mm, sounds jus' awful," he drawls, answer delayed only slightly by the fact that he's snoozing, his voice is so quiet that without your enhanced senses you'd have to strain to hear it. "can't imagine quite how i'll make it through if you've gotta stick around s'more." "even dead to the world, you maintain your sense of humor, huh, baby? and those lady-killer tendencies, i see" "yeah, well, i have killed quite a few lad-" "elvis!" you laugh, scandalized, as he huffs a laugh as well as he leverages himself up to sitting.

he rubs his eyes as he tries to get his bearings. "s'pose that's my way of asking real tactful... what happens next?" "well, first we've gotta detox you." "what, from the blood? i thought you said-" "nope, not from the blood. from the drugs in the blood." "from the w-" he gapes, looking shocked and hurt, and also a little appalled at himself. "i really am sorry to break it to you, sweetheart- there's a lot going on with you right now, and only some of it is due to... this," you reach up a hand to thumb at one of his fangs, which had slipped out as soon as you started talking about blood. "the rest of it is a combination of the vegas lights and whoever up top orchestrated the whole thing." he nods slowly, expression inscrutable. "we'll take it slow, i promise. ok?" "yeah," he nods more steadily now. "yeah, i trust you."

"well, then, mr. presley- are you ready?" he nods his head as if on instinct, then has the decency to look confused. "ready for what?" you smile, fangs out. "to start getting you fixed up... so we can take down those bastards responsible for this." he just stares at you a moment before a slow grin starts to take over his face, eyes darkening to match the quite literally bloodthirsty expression in yours.

"let's get to it."

#blurb #ask #goddamn will they EVER let each other finish a sentence.???#sorry dialogue is Not my forte 🙈 im a prose kinda girlie hardcore #also yahhhh i just kind of . totally abandoned the ending to cater to my h/c fantasies. sorry not sorry 😎#halfway thru the second block of bullets i realized the hc format was completely pointless and i had basically written a full fic #on the other hand im nothing if not a stubborn bitch so.. not changing the formatting now.!#if u think about this too hard u start to see a lot of plot holes #or at least further questions about the specificities of vamp lore in this au #to that i would recommend u pls ignore them 🥰#GODDD i started writing this directly in the ask. like a fucking FOOL #knowing FULL WELL how this stupid post editor not only eats ask drafts for breakfast and spits out their bones #but ALSO that the even STUPIDER copy/paste restrictions would hit #since theres a character block limit separate from the character POST limit 🙄#so ive had this tab open for almost a week and have just been walking on eggshells around my laptop praying to not lose it dfghj #MASSIVE SIGH OF RELIEF TO POST IT TBH #also smitty ive got a sidenote for u as well but its gonna go on main lmao. one sec #oh god............ just realized i did the ff.net thing with the in-text ANs 😳😳#pOST CANCELLED; EVERYBODY GO HOME

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are you into the feederism kink? or just a fat kink? because i’ve seen some not so nice stuff about the feederism kink and (from what i’ve seen) it sounds pretty morbid, but idk if you are into the morbid side of it or not. is it just a fantasy thing? just curious :)

hi! thanks for asking!

short answer is that yes, i'm into all of it — including a lot of things that most people would probably consider dark or morbid. :))

the longer answer is a bit more nuanced (and a bit more personal), but imma give it anyway because i feel like talking about it! woohoo!

basically, i consider my attraction to fat bodies as being separate from (albeit deeply intertwined with) my feeding kink: they're both as inherent to my sexuality as being attracted to men or women, and i've lived with my preferences since before i knew what they were or what they meant.

i'll be the first to admit that feederism as a kink can certainly go to what most people would consider some pretty dark/morbid places, just like any other kink involving power dynamics... however, i also feel obliged to specify that when i say "dark" or "morbid", i'm not actually talking about mobility issues or health problems. 😅

the aspect of feederism i consider to be the "darkest" is the notion that my (or anyone's) partner might end up feeling obligated or pressured into looking a certain way to keep me (or anyone) happy.

feeder/feedee relationships are delicate and complex in the same way as bdsm relationships; when you form one, you run the risk of your dynamic becoming so ingrained that your partner might come to fear changing it. being a feeder puts a person in a kinda-super-specific position of power — and it doesn't have anything to do with heart attacks or diabetes, because frankly, those things can happen to anyone of any size (and for some of us, are even inherent parts of indulging the kink).

personally? for just me? sex and close relationships go hand-in-hand, and while i would happily forge a romantic/sexual bond with anyone of quite literally any size (all while enjoying the hell out of everything that could potentially entail, including bed pans and insulin shots), what i wouldn't feel comfortable doing is encouraging a real human being to in any way alter their appearance for the sake of my sexual gratification— even if they said they liked it. that's a boundary i won't cross, at least not outside the realm of fiction.

although you were kind about it, i'll admit to being a bit put-off when i hear people who don't indulge in feederism describe it as being "dark" or "morbid" — because while i might not understand the appeal of (for example) things like knife-play or erotic choking, i also don't think it's especially strange that people who aren't me might want to fantasize about (or even assume the risk of actually practicing) them.

not to go off on too much of a tangent, but i wholeheartedly believe that the special kind of fear fat (being fat; getting fat; seeing fat; touching fat) seem to occupy in our collective consciousness informs our biases in more ways than we commonly acknowledge. in a less body-conscious/less fatphobic world, i truly don't think this kink would stand out as much... and if i'm being completely honest, normalizing its presence in a bulging, heaving sea of other sexy content is part of what motivates me to keep sharing my fantasies.

thank you again for asking, and for asking so nicely! i really do love talking about this. <3

#asks #thanks anon #fat stuff #kink stuff #this goes a bit beyond fat anakin fantasies #still fun though

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The Sims 4 High School Years: The Price Family

The Sims 4 High School Years dropped last Thursdays, and I don't have the pack and don't plan to get it or even update my game till a series of bugs I'm not comfy with gets rectified.....BUT I still wanted to do my own take on this world's townies. So I decided to make them all from scratch starting with the Price family!

Along with making them from scratch, I also expanded on and tweaked their lore to make them way more fun to play should you want to play with my version of the character.

You can watch the video where I make there here!

And you can grab the tray files for the family here :)

Now without further ado, The Price Family Bio:

Janae & Marcel

College sweethearts they were a story of opposites attract. They met and fell in love, but they had very different ambitions. Marcel was more of the romantic. He’s always had a way with words, and that certainly charmed Janae. He’s been able to live out his dream job as a writer and his life’s goal is to one day be a bestselling author. He’s made many strides toward this goal; however, a full house of kids has kept him busy and unable to pen that quintessential masterpiece.

Janae on the on the other hand, has always been more of go-getter. She loves when Marcel speaks his pretty words to her, but outside of Romance, fantasy and fiction has always been pretty froufrou to her. She wants to be her own boss and maybe even run her own company one day. In the meantime, she’s climbed the ranks pretty far as Regional Manager and can all but smell her goal.

Their differences are beginning to take its toll on their marriage, though. Janae has always seen Marcel’s career as “easy” and “lax.” In her mind, she’s the breadwinner, so it only makes sense that Marcel should take on more of the household duties and child rearing. With her nose to the ground to career climb, a lot of their romance has been lost too. She doesn’t make time for Marcel to read her poetry anymore. After all, how will that get her a promotion? It’s all work and no play, which means no dates and a dusty woohoo life! Marcel is hoping moving back to their hometown of Copperdale will help to put the spark back into their relationship and get Janae back into family activities with the kids that she unfortunately doesn’t see much of. Marcel even opened their home to a foreign exchange student as a way to give Janae a push to get more involved with the kids. However, Janae sees Copperdale as a new challenge to keep career climbing and conquer their small town of youth. Will these sweethearts be able to get back onto the same page?

Savannah

Since the day Savannah was born, she’s always been an exceptional star. The older of the two twins, she came into the world first, learned to walk and talk first, and first is normally where Savannah is used to seeing herself in all things competition. As a kid she would regularly whoop Sidney’s but in video games, and rather than grow out of that hobby, she’s developed, honed it, and made it her life. Savannah streams daily to the eyeballs of thousands. She’s a true streaming sensation! Some may say all the accolades, attention, and brand deals have gone to her head, but the only things that matter in her Savannah’s life is for her to be the very best like no one ever was, and she won’t stop till she’s a household name.

Sidney

While first is a place that Sidney’s twin Savannah has grown very comfortable claiming, Sidney quickly got comfortable being number two, or the last one anyone remembers. Being bested by Savannah his entire childhood really took a toll on his confidence and self-esteem to the point where he’d do almost anything to separate himself and be recognized as an individual. When he learned they were moving to Copperdale, he knew this was his chance to finally find his things that made him special and memorable and no longer in the larger shadow Savannah casts, and he’s hoping the cheer team will be just the thing to do it!

Jayden

The youngest of the Price children has a lot to look up to. A mom who’s kicking butt in business, and father who’s on the cusp of writing his bestseller, a big sister streaming sensation, and big brother who’s working hard to carve his own lane. He’s proud of them all, but this family space is a bit too crowded for his taste and he’d like nothing more than to get out into the world and start exploring on his own so he can really find himself outside of the shining star Price family circus. Ever since foreign exchange student Devesh came to live with them, he’s finally gotten a peek into the life of someone who’s live in a completely different place and culture and it’s got him dreaming of one day entering the exchange program himself so he can start exploring the world. When he’s not being sure to keep up on his grades so he can qualify for the program one day, he’s trailing Devesh asking him endless questions about his life as a little taste of what exploring could one day be like.

Devesh (renamed from Kevin)

Growing up, Devesh's parents' hopes and dreams for him have always been to get out into the world and make a good life for himself in one of those Western countries. So he worked hard and actually made it into a prestigious foreign exchange program, but growing his richest aren't exactly catching his fancy like finding a girlfriend. Dev flourished in the excess of western culture from the music, the movies, and all of its entertainment. It has truly romanticized his understanding of the world and he wants for himself to have that westernized romantic comedy experience in Copperdale. He might be a little shy and awkward and prone toward not always saying the right turn of phrase when he needs it, but his excitement for learning and exploring is infectious. As luck would have it, he was placed in the host home of his favorite simstube streamer who he just might have a crush on, and he's hoping his romance might just start there.

#sims 4 #high school years #ts4 high school #price family #Janae Price #Marcel Price #Savannah Price #Sidney Price #Jayden Price #Kevin Puri

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MY THOUGHTS ON TBB 2×07 "The Clone Conspiracy" & 2×08 "Truth and Consequences"

Let me start by saying that these episodes didn't go as I expected. I had a whole (not very clear) plot in my head that did not happen. At all. But I love them! It had me on the edge of my seat the entire time!

My thoughts and reactions are below the cut

2×07 "The Clone Conspiracy"

I gasped when I saw 79's. In a weird way, I was surprised that was still functioning, which is stupid. Of course, it's still open. The Empire is trying to rid of the Clones, but they're not gone yet, so they still need a place to get hammered. Now, more than ever, I think.

As these 2 clones talk (Cade and Slip, my beloveds), it hit me that that bar played a part in another conspiracy. Argh! 😩 The feels!! Why?! 😭

And I'm now headcanoning that this guy here is either Cade or Slip (probably, Cade since he was the one who had second thoughts first)

*sighs*

Anyway, let's continue…

It hurts so much watching the clones deal with all the crap the Empire makes them do. I just want to hug them and protect them at all cost.

As much as it hurts, I knew Cade wasn't going to live much longer. And my thought at that moment about the assassin was, "please, don't be Crosshair. Don't be you. PLEASE!!" And the scope didn't look like his but I was not sure until they showed the helmet. Of course, then the question was who the hell is that?

Wait! They're saying that Kamino fell because of a massive storm?!?!! that's the worst excuse ever! like, how not everybody automatically knows that it's a big fat lie?! Kamino? A planet used to horrible storms, so their building were made for resisting those. That Kamino?! Honestly, Rampart has absolutely no imagination or logical thought.

Of Course! It's about that recruitment bill 🙄

BAIL!!! Bail is here!

RIYO!!! WOOHOO!! THAT'S MY GIRL, FIGHTING FOR THE CLONES!! I'm so ecstatic to see her (I knew she would, since I saw that leaked pic of her with Rex and the boys) and it's so good to watch her doing what she does best.

(My Foxiyo shipping heart is wishing to see Fox too, or at least that she mentions him or something. Just a tiny hint. I know it won't happen but dreaming cost nothing)

Hmm… Rampart, I see trouble coming your way. The Emperor has no patience for failure, and you are on very thin ice. And how apparent is that you know absolutely nothing about Riyo if you think she'll be appeased so easily. Oh boy! Your end is near, I think… Unless you have a card up your sleeve, which I doubt. Oh, I'm going to enjoy watching you fall so much 😈

Harsh words from Riyo, but true. You're not getting any younger, my dears. You're getting older twice as fast, in fact. I think not only the clones are guilty of ignoring that fact. In real life and when you're young, you think that it won't happen to you, until one day you get up and say "oh Fuck" and you're old. The sad thing is that as things are going, the clones won't have enough time to enjoy life before that happens 😣

Slip, what are you doing? Oh calling Rex? Yes, yes, yes!!!

Be careful Riyo, Rampart is a snake. Actually, that's an insult to snakes. But the sentiment applies. Good thing you're not stupid and didn't believe a word he said.

Ooooooh! Bail, nice! The King of clandestine meetings. This reminds me of the fic I need to finish writing. Opps! 😅 I'm all for Organa-Riyo secret rebel meetings.

Oh fuck! Riyo move!!! No no no no no, Slip come back! No! 😖😭😭 I knew it! RIP Slip 💔

Now, Riyo, RUN!!! Run like hell! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

YES!!!! REX IS HERE!!!!! Just in time. Phew!! Now let's see who this guy is.

Wait! Oh my goodness! 😳 he killed himself. Who's this guy and what happened to him, because this seems a little too extreme for a normal trooper. Even if as a "believer". Could've he been reconditioned? Is he one of the cadets of Kamino that went through a harsher brainwashing? What??!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! They can't leave it there!!! How dare they!! Thank God they released the next episode, too, or it'd have been a hell of a week waiting.

2×08 "Truth and Consequences"

Hey!! The boys! Finally! (Well, actually the previous ep was too good, and I missed them much less than I should have)

Oh, My boy Wrecker is taking a nap. But baby, in that position you'll get a kink on your neck. Mine hurts just by watching you.

GONKY!!!!!! Thank goodness you're all right! I was afraid that he was fried for good.

Oh, Omega is meditating. Nice (hmm, I can imagine what everyone fond of the idea of her being force-sensitive will say about this. I'm not on that wagon, tho) There! From her own mouth! She's not force sensitive.

Oh, Echo!! 🥺🥺 Can I hug you?

Ok, here we go.

Well, I'm just saying that Hunter have a point. The last place they should put a foot on IS Coruscant. He's not wrong about that. BUT... also with Rex's expertise of going in and out of it without raising alarms should reduce the risks. And it's for a very good cause, so, go, go, go.

That's how it's pronounced?! I've been saying Riyo wrong all along 😕

LOL! Omega always being cute with her little wave 😊

I love that Echo is ready to testify but, yep, that wouldn't go well. Deserters don't have much of credibility. Sorry Echo.

awwwww my girls together, yes! (and that's why Omega will see Palpatine. It makes sense now)

Riyo and Omega in the Senate reminds me of Padme and Ahsoka doing the same thing.

Wait! Shouldn't have Rampart recognize Omega? Sure, he can't even imagine CF99 is in Coruscant and Omega could be any girl, but like didn't he read the reports of every incident involving them? I'm sure in one of those says there's a girl, with Omega's description, among them. Or watched a surveillance footage, something, I don't know. Right? I mean, great that he doesn't recognize her, but it's weird.

Oh, yes! The ice under your feet is getting thinner and thinner, Rampart. I can hear it cracking 😈 Oh, your arrogance is your downfall. Nothing that Riyo can do? HA!! You won't know what hit you

Ugh! Omega, my poor innocent baby. Still so naive to the unfair reality of being a clone. My heart weeps for you

Hehe, Omega tailing along to the meeting with Bail. Such a confidence in her brothers.

UGH!! That old, obnoxious hag?! I hate Burtoni. Altho, I admit that she's caving in more easily than I expected, all thanks to Omega

Ok, Rex, who are those contacts? Wolffe? Cody? Or even Crosshair? Anyone we know? Tell me!! I wanna know!!!

Oh, poor my boy!! He's not having a good day. First, zapped when he bumped that machine and now dealing with his fear of heights. I must say that Wrecker is braver than anyone. He doesn't let his fear stop him.

Hurry up boys!! Ooooh!! More plans. And combined?!

Oh my gosh, Tech!! 😆😆 "I was off by 6.4 meters. Not my best."

Definitely not the best day for Wrecker. He deserves a hug from me 😊

Get him, Riyo!! You're so done, Rampart!

Oh, fuck! Palpatine 🤬

Told you Rampart! You're done (Altho, I thought he'd be around a bit longer, but his fall fits nicely with what I think it might be the rest of Crosshair's arc, so I'm ok with this. Of course, I wouldn't have complained if they had dragged Rampart's misery for a bit longer)

Ah, of course! I'm not even surprised that Palps spinned this to his favor anyway. I know clones are doomed no matter what they do. *Long-suffering sigh*

Wait, what? Echo? what? No!!! you can't leave 😭😭 I'm with Omega here 😭😭

😭😭😭 They're hugging!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Noooooooooooooo!!! Omega looks so sad 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I did not expect this to happen and, even if I don't like it, I get it. It's something Echo needs to do for himself. My only solace is that, happening now by mid-season, it almost certain that Echo will be back sooner than we think.

And I have very important questions after these episodes...

Crosshair, is he safe? Is he all right? Where is he?!!!

#episode review #tbb season 2 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb s2 spoilers #tbb 2x07 the clone conspiracy #tbb 2x08 truth and consequences #tbb #the bad batch

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karenthrill8 · 2 years

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How To Generate Out Of Antique Cars

Now, if your car is older than 10 to 12 years, you may find it just a little bit difficult to find what you need in one place. In this case, you might want to try approaching those companies that specialize in auto parts. You may also want to try searching for the parts you need on eBay or JC Whitney. These sites are well known for having some of the best finds when it comes to spare parts. What is more important is that these sites can also offer you good bargains. People often think of an auto junkyard as just another dump - but present day auto scrapyard near me are actually a form of recycling and easy on the environment. Most junk cars that end up in a junkyard are either sold at auctions or sold for scrap. In fact, junkyards provide steel and many other metals to the building and car industries, ensuring that the metals from a junked car continue to be used for other vital purposes and help save important natural resources, as well. In addition, the modern junkyard is regulated by federal and state laws that have strict guidelines on the draining and disposal of all fluids from junk cars, so the junkyard is no longer a threat to the ground water in the area.

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Treasure hunting has a mysterious ring when it rolls off your tongue. It's an intriguing diving job that will take you to the far regions of the earth in search of buried treasure, but will also have you huddled in the corner of the world's best libraries researching everything and anything about your newest treasure quest. Used car salvage simply refers to selling your old one to a salvage company, who will collect, dismantle and de-pollute it, and eliminate parts that could be harmful to the environment. The car parts that are in working condition are then cleaned and resold to dealers or end customers. Most gold brokers use the pennyweight scale to place a value on your scrap gold. The pennyweight scale can be quite confusing to someone that has never been exposed to it and there are a number of ways it can be manipulated in the buyer's best interest. You will always get a better idea of what your scrap gold is worth at the retail level if your gold is measured and valued in the gram scale. Unfortunately most people don't have a concept of what a gram of gold is and without a working knowledge of the gram it's easy to underestimate it's value. Recently a gram of gold was worth $32.00. Some speculators believe this is just the beginning of a surge in the price of gold and it will be worth even more soon. However, once you find a salvage auction you still need to know what to do to get a good vehicle for a cheap price. The way the auction will normally work is the gates will open at a specific time and you will have about 2 to 3 hours to go around and check out the vehicles you are interested in. car junker near me is when you can pop the hood and start the vehicles. I was so thankful for the sunshine and warmth. It felt good. I watched as the bikers gathered into small groups and talked with one another. I smelled the sweet fragrance of a cigar and searched for the man it belonged to. It smelled good. Something about it made me think about sitting next to a warm fire all cozy and warm. Then, I heard my husband talking and looked up to see him walking toward me with a chocolate ice cream cone. We shared the ice cream. It tasted good. Cold, but good. As we took turns eating the ice cream we met Cindy. She told us it was her first ride by herself. WooHoo! I wasn't the only virgin on the ride!

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The gravestone of the wilderness — (scraps)

diluc x gn!reader — fluff, angst, comfort/hurt, death, implied werner syndrome, memory loss.

the second stage of diluc’s life, death and you.

a/n : a very very messy writing which were written by me for 2 days…? please listen to je te laisserai des mots while reading this, it would improve your imagination more <3

oh to be a normal couple. Lying in your frail shoulder, diluc exhales his heavy breathing. Trading the air with a brain of oxygen and beauty of life, he let your hands wrapped to his arm. Soothed his messy-red-hair and hearing the whisper of the freedom. Near the lakes of the winery, stand your figure and diluc seeing the sunset in mesmerized glances. It was a peaceful evening, even the birds seems too peaceful that it hurts your soul. The world isn’t fine, how come everything became so peaceful today?

“diluc, quick question..” , you called out his name. Stealing the sunset gaze from diluc’s eyes. His breathing is heavy, his heartbeat is unexpectedly warm. Yet you found his presence a little bit too cold..and too fragile.

“and..what is it?”

“who’ll die first, me or you?” , the question is simple. Like a sword to a warriors body, straightforward and cut short. You pay no attention to diluc’s tighten grip, avoiding his eye contact is the way you make his answer straight and honest. After all, you only want to hear his intentions, why did he still seek you even after your condition worsened? He could had the chance to escape from your affection 3 months ago but why did he stay? Did he pitied the unknown for not being the best of his life?

“you” cold and strong. His whole sight focused on your eyes. Anxiety fills it, tears could even force itself to leave your eyes if diluc told you how your eyes show everything. He seen through you and for so many time, he predicted your words. I don’t have any days left diluc.., is your favorite line. The one he thought to be a bullshit.

“just as i expected”

“but you do know i’m not your doctor right?”

“i trust my lovers instinct better than the doctors, they’re a bunch of creeps anyways” , the sunset falls to the edge of the winery before you could finish your reply. the infuse, the breathing machines and the ventilators were all beside you, accompanying you these past weeks. it was bothersome to bring them all together, but thanks to diluc, you could felt as if you were alive. and with no essentials-help you are fine.

diluc saw your anxiety trembles to sobs. the sunset was over and thus—began the starry moonlight which bright to the breezing sky of monstadt.

“thank you..diluc…” , you carefully clinge to his arm. Hugging it tightly without letting your infuse disturbed the warm of his body. your fingers gone numb but his warmth, it radiates so much energy and comfort to be alive. tears fall to his jacket, the moonlight was yet to be found and here you are pleading your lover to stay. Even if you’re both better dying off alone.

“dying off young is pretty tragic don’t you think? Like us..”, whispering your thoughts under the darkened sky and to diluc who was staring empty at your eyes. It was quite and clear to be hear in diluc’s ear but maybe he prefers to drown himself to your frail shoulder, so he could escape from the reality you were going out from his lines.

“y’know diluc, if i were alive till the 32 years of your life, i’ll be happy to laid on our deathbed together..” , a not so sappy thought to be precise. But diluc tries to understand from what are you implying to say, he doesn’t want to make himself fooled by the guilt of his past.

“and what makes you say that?”

“diluc we all know that i’m dying, i couldn’t always stay like this can i?” “I just want to be free that’s all..but diluc…i don’t wish for someone to forget about me…i want them to know i’m used to be alive and well, i want them to know i’m in love.” — i want them to know i’m in love with you diluc, i don’t want to leave you behind. I don’t want someone to abandoned me behind. I love you diluc. How many times have i told you that? I lost count.

minutes feels like seconds, under the starry night you felt nothing but warm. The warm of his heart and his radiance, although it seems like a facade to hide from your sharp-vision. He is beautiful. but with diluc’s lips under your dry mouth, You could feel more the presence of his fading-figure. Wandering through his palm, the space of his cold fingers and his salty tears. He was crying out of madness. He was frustrated that he couldn’t been able to save you from your draining thoughts.

the sharp needles inside your infuse feels numb. The breathing tube wasn’t as heavy as before. Diluc lips is the only thing you could feel. Under the moonlight, he drops his devotion to his knees. Hands wrapped to your delicate-fragile self. Under the days he left you behind, he apologize. As Now he is humming your lips with hopeless wishes. His kisses are soft, gentle as the wind. Pyro seems so warm to your cryo vision. Unknown for love and ambition to be bear. so this is how falling in love feels like?

the sunrise have awoken, another day has finally begun. Sitting at the balcony with his brother, reading letters and wishes from his inner family circle. Eyebags have grown to diluc’s glance, even his wrinkles start to form onto his charming face. His hair start to fall out to thin airs, leaving half of the once burning red to a pale-silver colored. Enjoying his time with the breeze of the sun, diluc realizes kaeya standing figure. he must be going somewhere..

“Kaeya where are you going?” , voice gone frail. His voice aren’t as strong as before. Even his flatter organs are better than the rusty voice kaeya heard.

“to visit someone, it’s their birthday afterall..want to join in, good-master di—“

“shut up don’t you say that name again” , crossing the words. He exhales his breath. Giving himself an opportune moment to breath the fresh morning air. He flinch to the song of the birds, watching them fly ti the air while the letters flew to the side of the tables. it was a peaceful day for diluc to rest, but nonetheless..he always forgot them. Them who aren’t here anymore. father..and..who are they again?

“Alright big brother diluc ragnvindr..just sit on your wheelchair and prepare your stuff, we’re going to windrise right now.”

“It’s not vennessa’s birthday kaeya, why’d you want to take me to windrise? Are y—“ cutting diluc’s voice, kaeya managed to give him the usual smug face on his sight. Making diluc seems more uncomfortable by his plan.

“Yeah yeah..just stick your butt on the wheelchair already mister, we’re going now woohoo!” , whistling to excitement diluc found his brother action to be quite..suspicious. The road was smooth, maybe because the land of winery belongs to diluc’s and his bloodlines, no? Windrise wasn’t that far from the winery, maybe it is far for someone like diluc to explore such an area in the first place.

Windrise, the inner nation of freedom. The location of free will and vennessa legacy. But why does it feel so..cliché for diluc to remember? He doesn’t remember anything about windrise. He doesn’t remember anything about dying, he doesn’t even remembered the gravestone in front of him now. The air was fresh. The leaves and flowers which grow from the small-location of the gravestone was unexpectedly beautiful. The name which were craved in it was unreadable, maybe it was..once. But never again it would be readable to diluc’s eye.

“happy birthday (name)..me and diluc is in here to plant some cecilia’s..would you mind? Ah if you do..you could breeze the bells there, please don’t mind diluc, he’s lost right now.” , kaeya pleaded to downfall of the gravestone. Whispering questions and rants for the owner of it to know. The bell rang and under the wing it sang. they gladly appreciate your visit, diluc. Kaeya steal his glance to diluc’s unfocused eyes, it look as if it were questioning every each of it’s memories. Who are they and why does kaeya think of them as one of the part of him?

Planting the seeds of cecilia under the ground of the suspicious gravestone. The Crystalflies even surrounded it with grace, as if they all belong to their first habitat, the gravestone of the wilderness. Who are they and why are their remenance so…beautiful?

“hmhm, goodjob. Thank you for accepting our birthday offer..diluc and i will go now, farewell for now, see you soon” , cleaning the dirt from the gravestone. Diluc once again asked kaeya’s answer. But nothing could be found from his brother mouth, it seems it was hidden for diluc’s sake.

“you’ll recognize them again diluc, sooner or after.”

soon never came. Kaeya wasn’t here, he was already gone from the resident, Taking diluc’s place aren’t that easy after all. pale and unrecognized, diluc came to his once work office which he never touch any longer. Searching for documents for kaeya to read for him later at night. His fingertips are still the same, numb and empty. I lack something but what are they…? This uncureable piece of shit was such a bothersome.

oh..what is this..?

a letter? — opening it with caution, diluc found the sight of something he craves. The writing of those who couldn’t be recognized by his mind, yet the feeling..it was warm. So warm and comfortable, that it even shakes diluc’s empathy.

to, my sweetheart, diluc ragnvindr.

i never knew when would you opened this but i think you opened it few years since i have died. I know the side affects of your ilness. So i wouldn’t mind if you forget me all along. It’s not your fault for leaving your old memories and life behind, your ilness is one of the part of your issues diluc and I totally understand that, better than kaeya, better than adeline or elzer. And if you forget about me, it’s fine. You don’t need to remember me, just read this all along alright?

Diluc, my swetheart. You probably found this crumpled behind your documents. Maybe kaeya would found it first than you do and it wouldn’t be much of a problem for me to bare, after all i’m dead and even if you apologize i wouldn’t dare to say i would forgive you. Cause diluc, i’m hopelessly in love with you. I love you diluc. Even if you forget me, even if you died in your old age and disastrous days, even if you don’t love me any longer. I’ll be very happy if you could still read this letter. Your curiosity is the reason i’m alive for once diluc. Your warm is the reason of my short-recovery diluc. You are everything. And if you forgot, then it’ll be fine. Read this letter everytime you felt lost, because no home without your lover, no? Ah nevermind that’s a shitty joke isn’t it diluc? Hehe

I’m very satisfied with what I’ve achieved in my lifetime. I got to be with you and your family. I feel like i’m apart of them, apart from who i become. I escape and i’m alright. I’m alive and it’s all because of you diluc. I’m happy. Very happy. But one thing i couldn’t regret more is the fact i couldn’t marry you and tell my devotions to the crowds. I want you foreve diluc, but our time is short enough for each other sake. Fate was cruel, but it’s fair and merciful. It gave us a time to met each other and i’m thankful.

So diluc, whenever you feel lost. Feel free to found me in the crystalflies and in the starry night of the winds. Whenever you need me, i’ll be there. just so let you know i’m the donor of your heart, please don’t regret the fact i’m sharing my life with you. I’m happy to know you are alive, diluc. As long ad you enjoyed your days and live a well-long life, i’ll be happy to give you my everything. I might couldn’t give you this year, but here. Open this envelope, it’s a present. For what exactly? For your own love, diluc. Accept it, would you? I don’t mind if you wouldn’t, but if you want to wear it, feel free to use it.

I’m very happy to be alive diluc, i love you.

The letters ended and so do his tears scroll through his cheeks. The crystalflies in the gravestone. Oh it’s you all along..? Why didn’t you cry out of regret? Are you happy for what diluc became? Are you, my dear…? He was scared of letting you loved him again. He deserve nothing but your hatred. The envelope, it was fill with your charm bracelet. The matching bracelet you used to talk with diluc.

The gravestone, the cecilia’s..? Aren’t those the promises diluc made before? i’ll grow garden of hundreds cecilia’s with you. But he forgot. Your existance are nothing to him anymore, he lost his senses, he lost everything. This heart..your heart. It was pounding rapidly, it even showed diluc emotions again. He was crying in pain. He was crying in sorrow. Oh god, i wish i’m not that weak. I wish i still love you the same as how those letter told me. Darling, will you love me again? No response. He was truly out of his mind to forget the ones who bring his dimmed eyes back alive. So once again he confesses, falling to his knees as he begged for his mind to remembered you.

The days have past so did you died in his eyes. Casket opened and emptied with your body, cecilia all over the ground. You are dead and yet the pounding heart of yours are the result of love. Strokes his body with empty thoughts, he began to murmured again his love.

your heart..it’s warm, My dear.

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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Albedo. I just rolled him and finished his quest.

I would love to talk about travelling with him, or at least being someone who brings in the ingredients for alchemy. Someone who goes out of their way for him and gets the best. Maybe the only gardener in Mondstadt to grow alchemical roots and grasses.

I'm happy for you, rolling the cute alchemy boyo ywy I only rolled in his banner to get Bennett in five rolls I'm sorry Albedo, my primogems are for Xiao and Hu Tao- *shot*

Back to business! I really, really like this cute idea awww thank you for distracting from the angst fics in my head haha (TUMBLR DIDN’T SAVE IT PROPERLY AND SO THE POST IS HORRIBLY SHORT WAIT- FIXED IT WOOHOO)

Albedo's Personal Botanist

Background

Most ingredients in alchemy usually come from ores and liquid ingredients formed by chemistry methods. Stuff like Tuttia, Bismuth, all that shindigs-

So while plant life can be useful for alchemy, not everyone recognizes its utility straight away, and provide for the common plants for arrangements rather than scientific inventory

I can imagine that you'd be a normal gardener at first but very passionate of their properties.

Might be a Dendro vision wielder too, the Dendro archon loves those who wield the power of knowledge, more so when they use it on nature.

You carry with you a lil book about all the plants and shrubs that you've personally cared for, down to their finest detail and properties. But you're a gardener, not a master of Alchemy, so some parts of the notes you couldn't really figure out yourself.

The first time you met Albedo, he was around a year into staying in Mondstadt. He was forced to go out and take a breather because of his workaholic schedule, and instead of relaxing in a bath, he ended up drifting to the market area to get more ingredients local to Mond.

Unlike the other flower stalls, he was pulled into yours because of the wide variety of your wares. Roots, grasses, shoots, plants you couldn't just find outside of the walls.

You were tending to your mini greenhouse in the back and left your botania book on the shelf outside, and this LIL SHI- Albedo, having no proper training for social interactions, straight up just opened that shit and read it all.

"Oh, hello there, mister- HEY, THAT'S MY STUFF, WHAT THE HECK"

Flustered, confused and alarmed, Albedo tried his best to quickly reason with your garden-spade-wielding self. And with his pretty boy self, you managed to calm down and listen.

You may or may not had smacked him with a bouquet of horsetail for good measure.

"Such vast knowledge and detail orientation, why waste away your talents in selling productive fauna when you can wield them into something more?"

Master Phytologist of the Knights of Favonius acquired!

Working with Albedo!

Your greenhouse in the Knight of Favonius HQ is most definitely connected to Albedo's laboratory! And very spacious too.

More than one occasion, you've seen the Chief Alchemist casually sneaking around the area, plucking a Flaming Flower or scraping dandelion seeds from the pot while you were busy tending to other flowers on the other side of your area.

65% of the time you caught him red-handed and you will be met with the rare sight of a fumbling, queasy Albedo.

30% of the time you just find out something is missing after checking inventory for the day, usually ends up with you hunting and shouting for Albedo. Because the guy seem to have a sixth sense as to when you find out his thieving adventures.

5% of all of that, Kaeya would be the one stealing from your 'safer' floras to woo a random citizen in Mond. And as a master of botany, your precious babies are always in tip top shape. Top quality bouquets all day, all night.

Those moments are the ones Albedo hate more than getting smacked with your spade. Those are your flowers, and by association, his. Grown to their maximum potential by your calloused yet gentle hands FOR HIM-

Kaeya: *reaching out to pluck a perfectly healthy glaze lily*; Albedo: *his short ass of a shadow looming over him*

NOW IT IS HIM WHO WIELDS THE POWER OF THE GARDEN SPADE

The atmosphere of your work area is significantly different from his own messy laboratory. The glass walls and roof that lets in just the right amount of sunlight, with a perfect view of the scenic landscape of Mondstadt and beyond.

When Albedo reaches a wall on his research, he picks up his sketchbook and just- waltz in to your workshop through the door connecting your workspaces.

The fresh air, the soft kiss of the sun, your humming, it was all a symphony of heaven concocted just for him.

He’ll find himself sketching your babies, dozen or more times you are included.

Your notebook’s illustrations are mostly courtesy of him, and he greatly basks in your pure admiration of his drawing.

To help him focus, you once took on the great task of organizing his laboratory, to no avail. Even if you manage to fix and align his inventory, it’s gonna go back to chaos after three days minimum.

It’s okay tho, it’s normal for him, more excuse to visit you-

Guilty, he wants your spacious and refreshing greenhouse and often asks for a redesign of his laboratory to share similar workspace with you.

Acting Grand Master Jean had to decline this idea just because it costs more than a million mora.

He’s definitely gonna sulk in your greenhouse after that, back leaning on the warm glass wall as he does nothing but sketch you and your plants the whole day.

Don’t stop him

Just admire the pout

Actually Working with Albedo! (Finally)

Whenever Albedo discovers/explores a new area, you’re always sure to tag along whether willingly or by force

YOU BET YOUR FROZEN ASS YOU’RE COMING WITH HIM TO DRAGONSPINE

DEFINITELY BY FORCE

I imagine that despite being his assistant/student, Sucrose and Timaeus are more focused on research and the application of Alchemy, so they’re not much of the resource gathering type. That said, Albedo is very thankful of your existence, it’s a breather to his already full schedule.

Albedo is both considerate and inconsiderate unconsciously : While he may run off to experiment on the traveler and leave you scouting the area yourself, he doesn’t willingly set you on fire from the inside.

Every time he comes back to camp after finishing the step by step experiment with/on the Traveler, he makes sure to check up on how you are doing.

TAKE NOTE: Our prince is very occupied and busy with his own work a lot, so he’s never really seen you in action when you go out to get the the materials he needs-

So he is purely horrified when he saw you hanging off the cliff with nothing but a rope around you to keep you safe, carefully investigating a petrified tree branch up close.

Suddenly, elevator.

Again, Imma bet, he’s gonna be accompanying you in all your expeditions after that. He’ll need to know where and how you acquire every ingredient outside of your greenhouse.

Does it require you to climb a mountain? Are there any Hilichurl camps nearby? Maybe mobs that are attracted to that type of flower?

He would be very attentive of your inventory reports and would recognize if a dangerous gathering journey is near. He’ll be right there with you.

Violetgrass x1000

He’s gathering more than a month’s worth just to make sure you don’t go back to make that dangerous trip. It’s very impractical, but let him rest his heart.

You and Albedo: Resource Gathering Expedition; Other Knights: Outdoor Dates Disguised as Work-Related Outings

Flower crowns are good and all but have you heard of flower bracelets?

Omg so cute hhh imagine a Flaming Flower Stamen bracelet for his Dragonspine expedition- it’s not gonna last forever but it’s so precious he’s definitely keeping that shit even when the heat already dissipated from it gah-

“Paimon wonders, what’s that thing around your wrist?”

“A flame bracelet, made to keep the cold away.”

“Woah! Sounds very useful! Sure would be handy for exploring, you think we can borrow it-”

“No.”

Something angst-y: Albedo has yet to make a Dendro affinity potion and he’s really, really devastated about it and himself. You’ll have to forcibly pull him out of his self-deprecation, force him to get a breather.

Overall, Albedo greatly appreciates not only your utility but also your consistent company. He values your tenacity and comfort, sharing unadulterated curiousity as you both venture the great unknown. There’s a lot of stuff he can pray about to thank whichever archon has graced you. And despite his Vision lacking the function to actually help in the advancement of his research, he is now thankful for it, for he has found with it a greater purpose: Ensuring the safety of his precious Gardenia.

I CANT BELIEVE IT, THIS THING WAS 30 TIMES LONGER BUT TUMBLR DIDN’T SAVE THE DRAFT PROPERLY AND HAD TO GET EVERYTHING BACK THROUGH MEMORY, AND MY MEMORY IS B A D. I’M SORRY I KNOW YOU JUST WANTED TO TALK BUT IT ENDED UP BEING SUPER LONG AND LOOKS LIKE A HEADCANON THAN ANYTHING, MY FORMATTING IS REALLY LIKE THIS AAAAAAAA- I hope you enjoy ywy I like your brain, it brings good ideas and gives me good ideas too!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact albedo #albedo #albedo x reader #exile.goblet #ahahahahhahaha #this is so long and disastrous #im sorry skskksks #my first ask!#there's a double 'the' here somewhere #I just can't find it wth #exile.flower #gender neutral

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maxismatchccworld · 3 years

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Asks and Facts about Country Living

(I add them when I see them)

Are there any new careers with this pack?

We do not have a traditional career in the sense, but Sims can absolutely make a living raising and caring for their animals and new giant produce. There is also a system that we will talk about soon, called Village Errands. The locals will have lots for your Sims to do!

Seeing you’re answering QnA, do you think you can tell us how big this beautiful new world is, like how many lots there are?

3 neighborhoods with 4 lots each.

Any 64x64? With farm animals and crops I’d imagine we’d really need that size.

There is 1 64x64 in the countryside neighborhood. That is where we have our largest lots.

I’m really concerned about the new beef recipe and the addition of cows... how do you get the beef?

You will be able to purchase beef, chicken, and other ingredients from the local shop in town, or order it through the new Grocery Deliver service.

Local shop as a store inside building or a market stall? Or both?

Market Stall.

Canning/Preserving Skill ? Or only buying the Jams in the Grocery Store?

We actually tied Canning to the cooking skill, but we do have a new skill coming in the pack. More info to come soon.

We added a handful of new recipes to this pack to fit the cottage theme. Milk Bread is one of them. We added the ability to cook with a group of Sims. So, kids will not cook on their own but they can help their parents to make it a family activity!

We also added some additional things to children. More info to come =D

New woohoo spots or deaths in the new pack???

I am excited about the new deathS for this pack. More info soon. Also we do have a new woohoo spot =D

What about BUNNIES ???

Bunnies and Birds can be found out in the wild. As you befriend these cuddly creatures you can purchase a rabbit or bird home for your lot to have them show up more often. They can also help out in the garden! These animals will also not take up a slot in your household. =D

I'm very confused. Are bunnies pets or not?

They are not pets that you have to feed and constantly care for. They are pretty self sufficient. You can place their homes on your lot, assuming you have enough relationship with them. They will come and go as they please.

You will be able to build relationship and name the rabbits, so they will hang around your lot a lot. It is almost like having them as a pet, without having to cage them. They are free spirits. =D

Most importantly, do the bunnies pick out their own clothes or can our sims dress them? what about the chickens?

There will be a lot more info around animal clothing soon, but animals will not do it autonomously. Have you ever seen a rabbit knit their own sweater? that's crazy talk =p

But you can befriend them like the rabbits? Will cats and dogs react to these new pets ?

More information about befriending these wild animals soon, but yes all the wild animals in this pack will have relationships with your Sims, through a brand new gifting system.

I know this expansion will be a farming pack but it's also a nature pack so that's why I'm hoping for picnic baskets and more pool items.

Picnic Basket you say....

You will be able to pack your picnic basket and bring it to some very scenic locations in Henford-On Bagley. Once placed on a table you will be able to set up a picnic with a single interaction off the basket.

Could you please confirm if the new animals don’t take up a household slot in the game?

Correct, Cows, Llamas, and Chickens will not take up a household slot. You will be able to place an Animal Shed and purchase either a cow or llama for the shed. You will also be able to purchase a chicken coop and have up to 8 chickens per coop.

Will llamas, bunnies, and cows have lifestages and be able to be born and pass away?

Animals will eventually die of old age, but there are ways to keep them alive forever if you choose.

If we don't cure our animals, they will die??

Animals will not get sick. They do die of old age tho. There are ways for you to keep them alive longer if you choose.

Any insight into the foxes? They seem to be the same as the foxes from Cats & Dogs - have they been added into Cottage Living as a bonus? Or do they behave differently?

These foxes are true wild foxes. What this means is you will not be able to add them to your household like you can in Cats & Dogs. You will also not need to own pets to see them roaming around. These foxes are vary devious, and they love to steal chickens!

We created a new "Lot Challenge" system, more info on that soon. All the lots in the new world will start with the "Wild Fox" challenge enabled. If you don't want foxes to pester you, you will be able to disable that challenge, but who doesn't want a cute cuddly fox hanging out?

We actually created all new animations for the fox. They will skulk about your lot and act more fox like. They also will get into your chicken coop.

I see you answering questions how much (if at all) will this pack tie into Nifty Knitting with regard to collecting llama wool and using it for knitting? But also will any items in this pack be knittable (eg. some of the jumpers and/or some of the clothes for the animals)

You will be able to negate the simolean cost for all knitting items by using Llama Wool.

Will there be a fair amount of clothing for each sex? The male Sims seem to get less and less items with each pack released.

We are adding a good variety of male clothing for this pack.

Can we breed them? Baby bunnies??

You will only be able to breed Chickens.

So is this a pool then or false advertisement?

What you see here is the Bagley river from the new world. The new world of Henford-on-Bagley will have various locations Sims can swim off lot.

Sims will be able to splash and play in the shallow edges of the pond. Essentially they can do what you see in this image.

I have a question on the oversize crop patch. Will it only for the new crops, or will it be applicable to all the crops which includes the cowplant & the tree fruits?

The oversized crops are brand new crops, and function slightly differently than your normal gardening plants.

Will ponds get frozen in winter if you have seasons installed? just asking :D

Yes Ponds will freeze in the winter. =D

The Ponds , will come in the previous update, or directly in the pack ?

Ponds will be free to everyone when Cottage Living drops.

#S4 news

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animatedarchives · 3 years

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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU

— 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐀

author’s note: wOOHOO it’s day 6 of the winter collab and today’s prompt is deck the halls! i used it to set the scene instead of using it as a main idea but i hope you like it nonetheless!! :D

genre: fLUFF i want semi to sing to me too :(

warnings: none! just warm christmas vibes :>

word count: 1.6k words

You and Semi loved Christmas, but today he was being overly enthusiastic about it, and you weren’t entirely sure why.

You normally bought a small tree to decorate every year for Christmas together, but today he came home with one that was double in size, insisting that you help him set it up before the day was over.

“What do I get for my assistance?” you raised your eyebrow playfully. You were already going to help him like you always did, but there was no harm in bargaining for extra benefit.

Semi smirked. “I’ll finally tell you what I want for Christmas,” he said, eliciting a gasp from you in response. You’d been pestering him to tell you for weeks, but every single time you asked, he refused to answer, saying that it was a secret.

So you accepted his offer without another thought, excited to hear what it was that Semi wanted so you could get it for him. Your boyfriend grinned as you sealed the deal.

Everything was going to plan.

You and Semi spent the day decorating the house together, singing and dancing as you enjoyed each other’s company. By the time night had fallen, everything was decorated and the atmosphere emanated a certain coziness and warmth.

“Looks pretty good, huh,” he beamed. You nodded and twirled the shiny golden star in your hand, walking over to the tree to finally add the finishing touch. You stood on your tiptoes, letting out a strained sound as you tried to place the star at the top.

Semi chuckled as you tried to stretch further, amused at how cute you still managed to look despite your little struggle. He approached you from behind, wrapping his arms firmly around your hips before lifting you off the ground.

You shrieked in surprise, quickly grabbing onto his arms in order to regain your balance. But Semi’s grip on you was strong and reassuring, making sure not to let you fall while he stepped closer towards the tree.

You slowly twisted your torso, the peak you couldn’t see before now clearly in view. You extended the star forward, carefully crowning the large fern with its final decoration of the day. You tapped Semi’s arm to let him know you were done, and he gently lowered you down, holding you steadily in his arms as your feet touched the ground.

Both of you admired your work, watching the lights twinkle around the bejeweled tree as the fireplace crackled warmly in the background. The ambience was perfect. It was just what he had hoped for.

He smiled as you sank into his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist, while he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I love Christmas,” you sighed dreamily as you inhaled the faint yet distinct scent of pine that your boyfriend’s sweater held. “But I love you more.”

Semi’s heart skipped a beat at those nostalgic words, his mind going straight to the object in his pocket as he kissed your forehead and pulled away. The stage was finally set. The time to act was now.

“So, you wanna know what I want for Christmas?” he quirked an eyebrow teasingly. You scoffed at his question, knowing he already knew your answer.

“Yes, Eita, just tell me already!” you replied, scrunching up your nose as you huffed impatiently. You worked hard for your reward. You deserved to get your answer.

Semi laughed at your silliness, but he loved you all the same. He gazed at you with adoration, and his heart began to soften.

“I’ll do you one better,” he said, removing himself from your hold and walking to the corner of the room where his acoustic guitar was propped up against the wall.

“I’ll sing it for you.”

Your eyes sparkled at his response, akin to a child receiving a gift on Christmas morning. You loved it when Semi sang to you, which was why he decided he had to do it today. His hand brushed against the undeniable object in his pocket, his heart skipping a beat as the reality of the situation began to sink in.

This was it.

Semi took a deep breath and began to pick at the strings with his slender fingers. Time seemed to slow down and the air around you became full of romance and intimacy. Semi closed his eyes and quietly hummed along to the tune, an effort to calm his racing heart.

He opened his eyes again to look at you, and a smile crept up onto his face when he saw you swaying gently along to the music. He melted at the sight, and his love for you bled into the lyrics he sang as his melodious voice filled the air.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need.”

You wanted to scoff at how cheesy he was being, revealing that the big gift he had wanted for Christmas was you all along.

But something about the raw emotion in his voice changed your mind, and you reveled in the sweetness of the words woven together by the silky smoothness of his voice.

“I don’t care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree.”

You began to lose yourself to the music, humming along as Semi slowly strummed his guitar. It felt like you were dreaming, and you watched as Semi slowly began to approach you. His eyes never once left yours, and he continued to pour out emotion into every word that emerged from his rosy pink lips.

“I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know.”

Semi stopped in front of you, and your heart swelled as you gazed up into his warm, brown eyes. You honestly didn’t know how it was possible to love someone so much, but you did know that there wasn’t anyone else that you’d rather be in love with.

“Make my wish come true…”

And just like that, your heart skipped a beat. Because as soon as the lyrics left your your boyfriend’s lips, he slowly began to sink down until he was on one knee.

No way... It- It can’t be...

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him pull out a small, black velvet box. You suddenly rememebered how he’d been subtly brushing his hands near the pocket of his pants, making it seem like he was wiping his palms. All of a sudden, everything made sense. The decorating of the house to set the mood, the offer to reveal what he wanted for Christmas just so he could sing this song.

Was this what he had planned all along?

Your vision became blurry, your mind spinning out of control as tears began to well up in your eyes. Seeing you on the verge of tears made a lump form in Semi’s throat, but he forced himself to continue, determined to profess his love for you.

“All I want for Christmas…”

You could barely comprehend what was happening, everything was moving much too fast. It was like you were floating in the clouds, unsure it was real because it felt too good to be true.

But then the physical wetness of a tear trailing down your cheek finally cemented reality for you, and you were pulled back to your senses again.

This wasn’t just a dream.

It was all real.

Semi’s voice trembled, as did his hands. He was barely able to get out the last two words, slowly opening the box to reveal a glittering diamond ring.

“Is you.”

The final note and last lyric of the song struck a cord in your heart, and the tears began to flow freely from your eyes. Semi gently set his guitar aside, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles to help put you at ease.

“Today is a special day Y/N, because it was the first time that I told you I loved you,” Semi said. You remembered feeling Semi tense earlier when you’d said you loved him, now realising that it was the core of why he proposed today out of all days.

You let out a sob, never expecting him to remember such a minor detail. But little did you know that to Semi, it was the one thing he’d never forget.

“I remember that night like it was yesterday; how we kissed underneath the mistletoe and then spent our first Christmas together exactly one week later.”

Your heart swelled with emotion at the memory — the feeling of Semi’s lips pressing softly against yours as your heart began to warm despite the freezing cold air.

“We’ve spent every Christmas together since, and I don’t ever want that to stop. I want to spend the rest of my Christmases with you, waking up next to you each snowy morning, cuddling by the fireplace with our warm cups of cocoa and decorating our home where we’ll raise our children together.”

“You are the only thing I need, Y/N. Not just for this Christmas, but for the rest of my life,” he smiled softly. “So uh, for my Christmas present this year...” he chuckled nervously.

“Will you marry me?”

You could hardly contain yourself any longer, tackling him to the ground as your heart burst with happiness.

“YES YES YES!” you cried, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. He gently held your body in his arms, rubbing your back soothingly as you sobbed into his shirt.

You pulled away with glassy eyes, extending your finger to allow him to slip the jewel on. The ring fit perfectly on your finger, seemingly made for you, just like Semi was.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he said, gently cupping your cheek before placing a kiss on your forehead. You placed your hand over his, melting into his tender touch as you looked at him with endearment.

“I love you too, Eita,” you smiled as you leaned forward to press your lips against his soft ones, your souls intertwining together as your hearts beat as one.

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Hello! I just wrote my first ever plan for a story - before now, my writing has been mostly improvised. I’ve outlined it chapter by chapter with key details and points that I want to connect.

How did you plan out Cough Syrup? What structure did you use? Would you be comfortable showing?

Very curious and I’m HAVING FUN!

WOOHOO!!! SUPER HAPPY TO HEAR UR HAVING FUN :D

okay i would actually LOVE to talk about this but bear with me because this is kind of a lot.

so DSMP is not the first fandom i've written for, but it's the first fandom i've successfully had ongoing multichapters for. so i was pretty well versed in the whole multichapter planning gig but i was not... Good. at it. what i had done then was plan things out pretty meticulously, not every detail or anything but i had the whole plot settled before i even started drafting. and what would happen for me back then is that i would write a fic outline for a fic i didn't want to write. so it would just be an outline.

when i started cough syrup, i decided the plan (will be identified as Plan A for this) was just to Go For It. i had characterizations sorted out, vague plots, but not a ton of details hammered out. i'd go with it where i wanted to go with it, and that got me pretty far.

now the problem that arose from THAT is that i have a shitty memory. so i didn't want to retcon a lot of shit.

at around chapter 7 i think, i started assembling Planning Doc #1. Planning Doc #1 consists of: locations in the town of the fic; titles from song lyrics for chapts; fanart links; vague descriptions of cast i used a lot more earlier on than i do now; link to some character reference sheets; common misconceptions (AKA where a lot of the specific plot details i fuck up on go to die); plot points and scene ideas (i never use this anymore really); chapter summaries (no longer use post chapter 15); and where i keep the next chapter draft until it's completed.

now, something you can REALLY tell if you look at the first few chapters of CS to now is that my earlier plan of just Winging It caused a lot of weird inconsistencies. these fix themselves by like chapter 3-5 but they're still sort of odd. so this is when i started to think that i should give myself gentle suggestions for each chapter (Plan B) but still largely go with the flow

by the time i hit the draft of chapter 16, i hit ANOTHER problem, being that CS has several subplots that are really fucking hard to keep up with if you don't have chapters planned out, because i was writing things with no clear idea on where and when they would be going. Plan C involved the creation of Planning Doc #2, which i'll spare you from the details of but essentially includes numerous revamped (a fresh one as of yesterday has been added!) chapter outlines plus other random shit

so all this to say, as of right now, the way that I'm approaching the planning for CS is to have at least one scene planned per chapter-- some chapters have a LOT of details sorted out and it's more a matter of executing it + throwing extra scenes in there, some are really undetailed and i just fucking wing it. through this i can keep general track of how the plot lines are progressing and where each event falls so i know where to fix pacing errors or where things are progressing normally

i also leave a lot of room in my planning for, once again, random scenes. what used to stop me from writing fics with similarly detailed structures to CS at the moment was the fact that i didn't allow for scenes that i wanted to write for the sake of it. CS has the perk of me wanting to write 90% of the scenes i come up with, but i always allow for some space in case i want to tweak something (and remake my entire outline i digress), or just write something fun. also helps keep chapters balanced and not way too heavy or light when they need to be both at the same time

this is super super rambly but yeah ^-^ each fic has slightly different frameworks so i just stuck to CS bc it went through the most revamping, and also cos ive been talking for a while. super excited to potentially see this fic :O

#nightmare.ask #ttrebizond #nightmare.cough-syrup #this is so rambly and unhelpful im sorry FJDHDHF #i can give more concrete tips if you would prefer that #this is sort of me just. talkin abt it

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Janus, did you follow up with Remus on that invitation? Or are you too giddy with your new boyfriend?👀👀

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Janus: “Oh yes Remus....I had totally not forgotten because I have been too busy being giddy about Logan. Totally not. I am afraid if I meet up with Remus right now I will simply be so giddy with so much love I will actually explode and die on the spot. But that is a risk I am willing to take!

Janus took a deep breathe. This was the third deep breathe he’d taken in a row and yet he kept being just as nervous. He’d hung out with Remus twice already, simply knocking on his door shouldn’t be making him this anxious. It was stupid. He was stupid.

He gave up on trying to calm down and knocked on the door.

The door opened. His breath hitched and he subconsciously straightened his back to look more alright.

To his surprise it wasn’t Remus that opened. At first glance he could have mistaken it for him. The person- the woman opening looked nearly identical to him after all. Same dark brown hair color, same brown nearly red eyes seeming to pierce into his soul, even the same birthmark above their lip.

Only difference being that her hair was longer, reaching her waist, and she wasn’t as skinny, in turn making her figure more full.

“Who are you?” She asked in a cold tone, it sounded more like a snarl.

“Janus” He reached out his hand “I’m Janus”

She slammed the door shut.

Janus let out a sigh. He’d spent the entire bus ride worrying about how badly Remus would react to seeing him but wow this was even worse. He was just about to go home and sulk when the door swung open again.

“Okay come in” The woman said while dragging him into the living room.

“t-thank you” Janus stammered out.

His cheeks heated up when he locked eyes with Remus who was sitting on the sofa. His friend quickly glanced away and crossed his arms over his chest.

The sofa had been made into a makeshift bed and suitcases laid littered over the floor. The lady sat him down on the couch before slumping over in a newly bought fainting cough. She had on a red robe while Remus had on a pyjamas with an octopus pattern on.

“So my dear eh demented Remus I am here to inform you that there is a giant seamonster in my bathtub so I had to go somewhere else...And I happened to choose this place...for tactical battle reasons!” Janus blurted out.

A weight lifted off his shoulders when Remus shone up into a smile at his made up story. Janus couldn’t help but stare at his sharp teeth. He knew him being obsessed with vampires as a teenager would bite him in the neck one day.

“Want me to kill it?”

Janus looked up from his mouth “What? The uh monster?” He put on his usual charming smile “Well of course darling. You only have to be ready to be eaten to death”

“OH I am ALways ready to be eaten to death. Trust me!”

“He got voted most likely to have a cannibalism kink in 10th grade” The woman added on. She was extravagantly fanning herself with a deliciously decorated fan.

“I was!” Remus exclaimed with a proud smile.

“Who- Who are you?” Janus tried to say in the nicest tone possible.

“She’s my frankenstein monster which I created just to bitch around and annoy me” “Life saw what kind of fuck up he was and made me out of diamonds and a lion’s pride to be the better version of him!” They said at the same time.

They glanced at each other before looking back at Janus.

“She’s my twin” “He’s my twin” They continued on at the same time again.

The lightbulb inside Janus’ brain finally lit up “Oh you’re Rowan aren’t you? I have heard many atrocious tales about you”

“The one and only” She moved her arms into some sort of regal pose while saying it “I’ve heard stories of you too you pitiful Janus. Re-re has told me he hates you and finds you awfully boring but you seems so lonely and sad he doesn’t want to tell you!”

Remus’ eyes widened into panic as he shook his head “I never said that!! Lies!!! Defimation!!!!”

“Re-Re I was joking”

“Oh............ok”

He kept fiddling with his oversized shirt. He looked over at his sister while moving further away from Janus. Rowan nodded back at him.

“Sibling meeting!” She exclaimed as she abruptly stood up while dropping the fan. She grabbed onto Remus and dragged him into the bedroom.

Janus stayed with his hands awkwardly clasped between his thighs. He hadn’t known he would walk into his greatest weakness: Meeting new peopel!!!

He looked around the room and slowly realized that the suitcases weren’t even unpacked. Meaning Rowan must have just arrived. Meaning Janus had inserted himself into a sibling reunion.

Holy shit. He was a piece of shit.

He slumped down on the green covers of the makeshift sofa bed....wait....Remus’ stuffed octopus laid on the pillow. Meaning it was his bed.....so Rowan was using the bedroom.

It all clicked at once. The cheerful disney posters. The white fluffy pillows everywhere. The walls being painted gold and red. THE LESBIAN FLAG HANGING ON THE WALL.

This wasn’t Remus’ apartement. This was Rowan’s apartement which Remus had weasled himself into.

Holy shit. Janus wasn’t just a piece of shit. He was a stupid piece of shit. Remus was never going to love him back!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-

Meanwhile Remus was looking around in the heaps of dirty clothes and trash that had piled up in the bedroom while Rowan had been away. His sister was standing over him with her hands clasped in front of her chest.

“Soooo Re-Re do you have a cruuush on him?” She had an extremly smug smile on her face.

“I would rather eat a burning stone than have a crush” He muttered back.

“He’s not even pretty”

“Ro-Ro you don’t think any guy is pretty”

“That’s not true!” She disagreed. She began to count on her fingers. “Tarzan” That was it.

“He’s animated!”

“He still counts!”

Remus took a deep breathe “We shall savor this battle for another day and it shall be glorious”

“It sure will brother!” Rowan tightened her fist.

They made angry grimaces at each other for a few seconds before going back to being normal. Remus tried looking under the bed.

“He’s a total dork you realize that right? He isn’t good at hiding it either” She stated “So I guess he isn’t the worst guy to have a crush on”

“I don’t have a crush on him!”

She sent him another smug look “Oh really? I’m not so sure about that!”

“I’M NOT INTERESTED IN HIM!”

She held up her hands “Alright. Alright. I hear you”

Rowan patted him on the shoulder. He took a shaky breathe to calm down. He held up a binder. The reason he had been searching the bedroom in the first place.

“Could you help-”

“Yep”

“I don’t want him seeing me without it”

“Got it”

He took off his shirt and forced the binder down around his shoulders. Rowan made sure to only touch the binder as she pulled it down so it sat properly.

“I saw that my money has been getting sent to a therapist” Rowan said while leaning her chin on his shoulder “Proud of you”

“OHOHO It is not at all what you think it is. It’s as much therapy as you having that spiritual guide living here for a while was actually spiritual in any way and not you just your girlfriend”

She sighed “Still an idiot I see................ANd we did burn candles when we shared baths so it was really spiritual actually!!!”

Remus shrugged “I don’t need therapy anyway” She did a facepalm “Hey it’s true!! You let me live all on my own and look! I’m not dead in a ditch or addicted to ketamine or whatever you thought was gonna happen the moment you turned your back”

Rowan rolled her eyes “Sure dukey”

She went back out into the living room while he stayed to put on his shirt again. Janus sat still in nearly the exact same place they’d left him. As if he was afraid doing anything would ruin everything.

He looked at her with almost fear. It turned into definitive fear when Rowan walked up to him and grabbed onto him to shove his back against the couch. She towered over him and pierced her eyes right into his.

“Listen here you swept together ball of dirt” She snarled out “If you ever hurt my brother, in any way, I will make sure you have nightmares from what I did to you every single night for the rest of your miserable life! You’ll never feel peace ever again!”

Janus gulped “Yes ma’am”

Rowan let go of him and shone up into a smile “Good! If you need me I’ll be in my room putting on a face mask!”

She walked off at the same time Remus came back. Janus sat even stiller on the couch. His crush slumped down next to him and rolled his thumbs.

“So whatcha wanna do?” Rem asked.

Janus shook his head to relax “Whatever you want to do dear”

Remus shone up into a grin and dashed to pick something up “UNO!”

“Ah yes. I am of course a feared master of...uno”

He snorted while sorting the cards between his fingers “Please say that again”

“Uno?”

The snort turned into a laugh “It’s just cute to hear non spanish speakers saying uno. That’s your whole vibe. Cute. Dorky. Smart dumbass. You’re like...the decaying corpse of a chipmunk!”

Janus took a moment “.....thanks. Best compliment I’ve ever gotten”

“No problem! Now I’ll make up for it by beating you in uno!”

It was a heated battle. Remus apparently had incredibly luck in all card games. Janus used the technique of distraction (!) and started talking about obscure conspiracy theories. It failed as his crush already knew the conspiracies. Which then started an even more heated debate about which conspiracy was the best all while the battle of cards continued.

Finally it came down to Janus having 1 card and Remus having 2. The snake let out a villanous laugh. After his crush’s turn the victory would be his!

But then Remus laid the card equivalent of slapping him across the face with both a sword And a dick. He laid a skip card! Janus fell back on the couch in exasperated horror as his crush laid his last card.

“WOOHOO FUCKER! GET KICKED IN THE BALLS BITCHASS!!” Remus yelled while getting up and running a few victory laps around the couch.

Janus laid in stunned silence. few times had he been beated this good.

“I’ll destroy you in the next round” Jan shook his fist to be extra extra.

“Oh really now. You dare challenge the great Buttmaster420!? IN uNO? Truly brave” Remus replied with a cocky grin.

Another fierce match began. As did their conspiracy theory debate. 1 win for Janus. 1 for Remus. Somewhere along the line they made popcorn. A second win for the snake boy.

2 wins vs 2 wins. This was it. Remus looked his friend up and down like he was a comboy about to shoot him in the heart as he laid a pick up 4 cards card. Janus gasped. The tension in the air could be cut with a butter knife.

The final card landed. Remus won. Janus pretended to faint.

They shook hands and exchanged looks of respect before bursting out into laughter.

“Alright alright” Remus chuckled out “Snakey since I won I get to decide what we do next!”

“Please not a satanic ritual. I already have that planned for Monday”

“Oh nonono! Much better! Y’know those ghost hunting videos on youtube??? Yeah I love finding really badly made ones and laughing at them!”

“Ah yes, because if there is one thing I am known to do it is laugh at others”

They sat on opposite ends of the couch while Rem searched deeply after the best trash. He found a 15 minute one where they were apparently being chased by slenderman.

They exhanged jokes and giggles over it but to be honest most of what Janus focused on was just being in his crush’ apartement. He tried to sneakily look around to aww at the drawings and storyboards pinned onto the walls. The small sculptures made out of trash laying in droves on the floor. It all made his heart flutter. His entire body yearned to make out until his lips hurt.

Meanwhile Remus was sneaking looks at Janus. His eyes was filled with the ace equivalent of lust.

“...Can...Are...Can I use you as a pillow?” He quietly asked. “You look soft”

Janus’ cheeks went red from blushing in an instant “...sure”

Remus moved closer and carefully leaned his head onto his friend’s stomach. He hadn’t cuddled a person who wasn’t his sister for over a year. Holy shit. This was comfy!

“You’re very doughy!....THAt’s a compliment!” Remus said.

“You really are pulling out your A game compliments today huh”

“Better than pulling out my massive dick!! No but seriously this” He pointed at them both in their cuddly positions “fucks!”

“Oh trust me darling the last thing I am doing right now is fucking”

Remus burst out into a cackle and flapped his hands “You’re gold snakey!!”

“I try my best”

While they continued to watch videos Janus gently moved his hand down to stroke his fingers through his crush’s hair. At first Remus flinched but then he relaxed into it and told him to keep going.

The popcorn bowl got emptied. They laughed at the videos until their stomaches hurt. Remus playfully moved his hands up to cover his friend’s eyes every time a jumpscare happened. Jan pretended to try and bite his’ fingers every time.

Eventually Remus let out a yawn. For a moment he relaxed and cuddled closer. He even let his eyes close. Before he suddenly flinched. His eyes were wide open as he sat straight up.

“I’m tired. You should go” He choked out.

Janus thought before deciding to not question his strange reaction. He sent him a warm smile “You’re right. It’s late. I can text you about meeting up later”

“For sure!”

A silence hung around them as they went over to the entrance door. Remus leaned against the door frame. Janus took a step outside the apartement as he put his jacket on.

They glanced at each other. Neither said goodbye. Remus picked at his skin.

“...I....Janny...I...Okay this might seem weird with me wanting you to leave and most of the time not wanting you to touch me....But I...I kind of trust you... More than most people. I mean it’s rare for me to trust anyone in any way....so yeah...I just wanted you to know that”

Janus fumbled after what to say “Thank you. That’s- I’m flattered....I trust you too....I wouldn’t let you see me when I wasn’t perfect if I didn’t”

Remus smiled at him. A small but genuine smile. “I’ll see you then”

“Yeah” Janus’ chest warmed “Don’t die when I’m not looking!”

“Oh nonono. If I die I’ll make it so dramatic you won’t be able to miss it!” His voice softened “Stay safe..please”

#dukeceit #demus #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #mini fic

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