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thestressedsimmer · 3 months

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Olive's plan for dealing with Camilla's fears was to ask Upton to let her take his horse out for her morning rides. Olive has been close to Adeline from when she was young - she has made her flower crowns from when she was six years old and even made a ribbon that was tied around her tail.

Adeline also adored Camilla. She was one of the only people who has never gotten bucked off and she would allow to hug her. The bond between a girl and her first horse is strong.

Their rides are long. Exercise for the horse and a chance to think for the girl. It was also a chance to not be around anyone. No tutors, no parents, no minders. . .

Just herself. After one of her rides, she made it back home. . . only to be surprised by a house full of people. There was a party planned for her birthday!

She cheerfully said hello to all of the guests. Her future husband was there, along with his brother the king, the queen, several people from the church, and other nobles. Volkivia was also there, although under the guise of a servant.

Elanor was one of the first to give Camilla her gift. It was new dresses, all in beautiful teals and golds, but there was also a note inside. It details how she was arranged to her husband when they were young, still teenagers themselves, and they have a beautiful relationship with four children.

How she could never imagine loving anybody more or having a better partner through the ups and downs in life. It also detailed how terrified she had been. How she had feared that he would be a horrid man behind the scenes. . . But she kept faith in the Watcher, her parents, and the king and everything worked out.

Sister Emma de Ebor gifted her with a copy of the Holy Book. Something to help guide her as she shapes into a proper lady of the court and no longer a child.

Father Walter de Stapleton gave her a holy candle to burn by her bed. To stave off disease - especially since he understood that she had health problems of her own and her mother had complicated pregnancies. The thoughtfulness almost brought a tear to her eye.

Finally, Thomas meekly approached her. She was surprised how nervous he seemed to speak to her. While they were given nobility and her father was respected. . . they weren't of royal blood. Which made their nobility lesser, at least that's what she heard from the other noble children most of her life.

"Happy birthday, my lady." He said, after taking a deep breath. . .

Inside the box was a health tonic. While that in itself was already appreciated, there was also a note rolled up beside it. When she opened it, her cheeks went red and quickly placed it back inside. It said:

"To my future wife,

I know that we are not strangers, but I also understand we are not yet friends. I am sure you have many doubts about who I am or what expectations I have of you. Let me reassure you, I have none.

We have the privilege of getting to know each other as we wait for your dowry to be ready. Although I wouldn't worry about that too much - my brother and sister-in-law are giving you 20,000 simoleans for your birthday so that should help you with the amount you need.

If it were up to me? I would marry you for free.

Love eternally, Your future husband."

After reading this, she grabbed Thomas by his arm and tugged him to the side. They spent the rest of the night chatting about almost everything. . . and he shamelessly flirted with her the whole night.

She had never considered herself particularly beautiful. . . But she still managed to catch a prince's eye.

#REALLY need that gift box override guys #I just haven't really had the chance to look #please ignore the bright wrappings and pretend they are historical instead #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 ultimate decades challenge #ultimate decades challenge #udc #morbid's ultimate decades challenge #windenberg #1314 #1314 windenberg #glasse family

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1alchemistart · 2 months

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some more doodles based on our fellas from ch 95 :D

also she bc i have not seen her in the bg of the last chapter SDLFJSDKL gave her a little dress and everything!!! if you don't know who she is, more info on this little canon background character under the cut:

so her first appearance as far as i know is in the concept art shown at the end of volume 2!! here she is

i don't know japanese so i can't read what the text above her head says, but iirc she was supposed to be anya's friend as well! might still happen, i hold out hope, i like her design.

in terms of CANON appearances though, she's a background character! doesn't appear as much as other recurring girls because the ones who have the most appearances thus far are the desmond fangirls, which she's not a part of, but some of her appearances are:

chapter 25 (arts and crafts chapter, she's in damian and anya's group)

and chapter 28 (george chapter, she's part of the dance)

not sure if she has more notable appearances besides that, but she still appears nonetheless! as far back as chapter 9, in fact, which speaking of, here's where she is in class:

and here she is during the bus arc (panel from chapter 70):

idk if she'll ever be friends w anya and becky but esp w the impending class switch I HOLD OUT HOPE FOR HER! I LIKE HER DESIGN SHE SEEMS NICE!!!

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maid-of-the-golden-deer · 1 year

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an underrated glass onion detail is miles saying his mother took him to the louvre when he was six- a subtle implication about how like, he CLEARLY had money to start with. he didnt conveniently have all those connections that helped everyone early on, or that helped him start alpha with andi.

like most rich people, he started with money and gained more and more.

#glass onion #knives out #miles bron #andi DID work hard and was rewarded but the moment he felt threatened he made it clear how precarious it all was for someone like her #who actually had to earn it #i bet that if the situation reversed he had some family connections that could have helped him actually fight a court case

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cannibalovers · 2 months

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contemplating life

#me when im in a love triangle between hydration and dehydration #that glass of water looks mad icy and delicious #and why is he staring at it like that tho jesus #what did it do #is he hypnotised?#did it kill his family #will graham #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hugh dancy #this doesn't even have anything to do with hannibal except that it has hugh dancy on it its just mad funny lol #images

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tranquilitybasehotelcasino · 20 days

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good heavens

#my art #gijinka #the family jewels #marina and the diamonds #glass animals #zaba

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hey-hey-j · 6 days

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he's making up for lost time

(tags by @sunfloweraro)

#my art #trolls band together #trolls fanart #trolls bruce #trolls clay #dreamworks trolls #trolls #he just wants to look after his family 😫#bruce feeling like he NEEDS to look after his little brothers after leaving them for so long.....#argh this family drives me INSANE #anyway. clay with glasses. handsome lad. he's doing their taxes.

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casualavocados · 17 days

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Evan— Buck. Buck…That is—that's what people who know me—that's what they call me.

#911edit #911 abc #911 #evan buckley #maddie buckley #eddie diaz #911net #evanbuckleysource #evanbuckleyedit #userelio #alielook #uservito #usernik #tuserhidden #userjjessi #*cajedit #*gif #this is a 'never feeling like enough but being enough anyway and gradually learning that' gifset #the way eddie called him 'evan' was like he was calling to buck's childhood self and telling him that even then he was important #(which parallels the way tommy calls him evan so i included the second gif after he just came out to eddie and is loved anyway)#who he is and who he always has been and who he will be is worthy and enough #he is loved anyway and held up and supported by the people who matter most then and now.#'you never give up' and buck breaking the glass to wake up from his coma. choosing to go back for himself #'you were made to save someone' and he saves his sister he saves his chosen family over and over and over #and he also saves himself

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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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fast food is the best course of action after causing a scene. ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴʏᴀʟ ᴀʟ ɢʜᴜʟ ᴀᴜ

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Danny finds Sam easily.

She's right where she said she was over the phone: standing outside on a balcony, in Gotham, at Father's many charity functions.

("Would you still be willing to fly over to Gotham, Danny?" She asks, her voice ringing clear through the speakers. Danny is already climbing out his window before she even finishes her sentence. He was just about to settle down for the night, his ghosts would know better by now than to disturb him at this time. The Box Ghost not included.)

("Of course." He says, sounding more confident than he feels. Sam was one of his best— closest friends, he would do anything she or Tucker asked. Even if it means stepping foot into his Father's city. He drops down silently, and walks through the house's ghost shield. "Would you like me to bring you anything?")

(Sam sighs through the phone, relief leaking through. "One of the veggie burgers from Nasty Burgers would be great, with their new ecto-fries. Extra salt. I'm sick of all this rich people food.")

(A small smile pulls across Danny's face, tilting at the corner as his living form falls away to his ghost self. "Alright," he says, and kicks himself off the ground, "I'll be there in a few minutes.")

("Thanks, Danny.")

He had the bag of food with him, stored in a container he had to run back to the house to get that would prevent the food from cooling during his flight over. Clutching it in hand, he floats down behind Sam and sheds his invisibility.

Being visible and being invisible always felt different, but in a way Danny can never describe, no matter how many times he tries to think about it. It's like a gut-feeling, a sixth sense, he always knows when he's visible and when he is not.

His ghost form burns away like steel wool being lit, and Danny drops the last foot to the ground silently. In his other hand lies his thermos, but filled with plain ectoplasm — lazarus water. "I have your food."

(He brought the thermos for himself — his side was still healing from his last fight with Technus. The ghost impaled him with a broken pipe, and Danny returned the favor by wedging his sword into his chest. Technus had been quite offended by him ruining his favorite coat.)

Sam jumps a foot into the air, and her hand slams across her mouth to muffle the shriek she lets out as she whirls around. "Danny!" She hisses, her voice rising in pitch, and her eyes narrow at him into a glare. "Freaking-- Tucker's right, we seriously need to put a bell on you."

"You have been saying that for years," Danny grins, sharp-toothed and jack-knifed, and passes the container over to her. "And yet I've yet to see any kind of bell." He was going to start getting disappointed at this rate.

As Sam takes the container, Danny hops up onto the railing and looks around. He hadn't seen any of Father's other children lurking around the building before he revealed himself, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. He wasn't going to fool himself into thinking that their stealth skills were poor.

He wasn't that arrogant.

...Anymore.

"Oh you will." Sam threatens, unzipping the container and grabbing the takeout bag. "I'll get you a collar and everything, we can start calling you Catwoman." When she pulls out her fries, Danny snaps forward and steals one from the box, ignoring her indignant yell as he pops it into his mouth.

"I spent my own money on these fries, Sam." He sniffs, leaning away from her with a stifled huff of laughter as she swats at him. "So they are technically my fries. And also, Catwoman would be a poor thief if she wore a bell."

Sam grumbles at him, and takes a bite out of a handful of fries. "I'll venmo you money." She says past a mouthful of food, Danny would have been disgusted in the past, when he was still new. But he's gotten used to this... normality. So he makes no reaction to it. "How does three hundred bucks sound?"

Danny immediately frowns.

"Did you have a fight with your parents?" He asks, eyes glancing to the doors. Doors that are covered heavily by curtains and blurred heavily, decadent music passing through in muffled sounds. He shifts himself away from the light. "You only spend that much money when they've pissed you off."

Sam's chewing stops, and her annoyed expression falters into one Danny knows well -- hurt, furrowed brows, a small frown, disappointment -- and she turns her head away from him. She swallows. "Yeah." she says, quiet.

Oh.

Danny knows that tone too.

Guilt settles like a rock in his chest. He leans forward, "Was it about me again?" He wasn't blind to the disdain Sam's parents had for him, far from it. This wasn't the first time Sam had gotten into a fight with them over her friendship with him and Tucker. But especially him. He unsettled people, even after years of observing his age-mates and trying to mimic their behavior, and anyone who knew him in middle school knew it was an act.

Sam's silence gives him all the confirmation he needs, and the guilt heavies itself with the weight of the sky. Danny's never much cared about others' opinions of him -- he is (was?) an Al Ghul, they never heed to mind what the weight of a simpleton's thoughts.

But.. he cares a little a lot when it hurts his friends like this. He presses his lips together into a thin line, and forces the words out through his teeth. It sounds robotic. Al Ghul's do not apologize. "I... am sorry." But this one does. It doesn’t come easy.

Sam sighs through her nose, and turns to roll her eyes at him. "Don't apologize on their behalf when you won't even apologize for your own; their assholes." She says, and goes reaching for more fries.

It's a sign, a signal. A silent word for the conversation to move on, to change. A distraction. Danny grasps it with both hands, and makes an offended noise in the back of his throat. And like he has learned, puts a hand to his chest like a scandalized American southern lady. "I apologize! I apologize plenty."

She snorts. "Only when you think it matters." And pokes him in the ribs sharply with her fry. He withholds a wince and snatches it out of her hands. "You're about as unapologetic as they come, Danny J. Fenton. I've seen you look more sincere when you're trying to drive your sword between Vlad's ribs."

"Stabbing Masters is a very important task for me, Sam." Danny says in only partially faux-seriousness. Masters has yet to realize that Danny had no interest in becoming his son, but he had to (reluctantly) admire his persistence. "Of course I will apply myself to it as best as I can."

He grins triumphantly when Sam laughs, and she reaches over to shove him square in the chest. He barks out a laugh of his own as he grips onto the balcony railing and catches himself at an angle.

"Quit with your method actor talk," Sam retorts, grinning sharply while Danny twists himself back up elegantly. "I know you can talk like a normal person, I've literally seen you do it."

Danny sniffs, and snatches more fries from the carton as revenge. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean, Miss Sam." He says, grin-twisting when Sam rolls her eyes. "My speech has always been this way. This 'normal' you speak of, I do not know it."

She waves her hand dismissively at him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. But if you keep talking like that, I'm pushing you off the balcony."

"Such violence, Sam."

He gets a laugh again, full of disbelief without any of the annoyance. "I'm gonna be the one that stabs you, oh my god. Pot meet kettle." She looks at him again, smiling.

Danny smiles back, and with a flick of his wrist pulls out a kunai from his sleeve. It was one of the few weapons Mother was able to pass on to him whenever she made her scarce visits. He cherishes it well, along with anything else she was capable of giving him.

He holds the handle out to her, and watches her face shift from disbelief to shock, then back to disbelief. "Then you're gonna need a weapon to do that."

"Of course you have a pointy object on you." She mutters, and takes the kunai and puts it in her purse. Danny makes a pleased hum, it resonates low in his core, and drops his hand. "When do you not have a pointy object on you?"

As if to make her point, Danny's hands twist near his side, and he holds his palms up to her, revealing the shobo he had also hidden on him. He gives her a shit-eating grin. "Never." He lowers his hand, and pockets the small weapon once again.

Sam huffs, "Of course," she repeats, "thanks. I was gonna bring a knife but..."

Danny finishes the sentence for her, kicking his feet idly and knowingly. "The security at the door?" He'd seen them on his flight over the building. It wouldn't do much in the face of the Rogues, but at least they were good at keeping appearances and keeping out the smaller threats.

He rolls his eyes and turns his head away, looking up to the ugly, smog-covered skies. There was no bat signal in the air, and while that was a good thing, Danny almost wished there was. He wanted to see it. "I saw, and I would’ve called Father foolish if he hadn’t hired help. He attracts trouble almost as badly as I do."

"Maybe it's hereditary," Sam jokes, laughing under her breath. With her fries finished, she started on her veggie burger. "At least your dad isn't a vigilante like you are."

Danny smiles wryly. It felt nice to be able to talk more freely about this. That he didn't have to hide the fact that his father was Bruce Wayne, now that Sam knew it from her own accord. Maybe he could have conversations like these more often. Even if it was limited to Bruce Wayne only.

(Even if it felt a little terrifying to know that his father was so close by, close enough that Danny could reach out and touch him. To speak to him. But how would he explain that? And with an audience?)

(He’s wanted to see him since he was a kid, and he still does. It clings onto him like a cough that doesn’t go away after the cold already has, and while it has faded over the years, it clings. His mother’s words still ring in his ears however; it’s not safe. It’s not safe.)

(And isn’t that why he faked his death in the first place? So that his little brother would be safe? Why he gave up the heirship, his home, his Mother, Damian, and his chance to meet his Father? Going to see Father, even now, would be throwing that all away. He has to stay away.)

(Why is Damian with Father if staying with Father was unsafe?)

He just needed to tell Tucker. Danny wouldn’t keep him out of the loop, he was just as much as his friend as Sam was. His eyes draw towards the door, where the golden glow of lights was still pouring through, where music was playing loudly. "Yeah, fortunately."

They fall into a comfortable silence after that, and Danny finally cracks open his thermos. The pipe Technus impaled him with was covered in a goo that Danny didn’t recognize, but whatever it was, his injury was taking its time healing. The ectoplasm was speeding it up.

He isn’t sure what the difference between the ectoplasm that Drs. Fenton collected and Grandfather’s Lazarus pools is, but there’s a difference. He swirls the thermos slowly, watching as the ectoplasm inside twists into a small whirlpool sluggishly.

When left alone, it thickens into a consistency similar to egg whites, or perhaps a thick smoothie, but reverts back into a water-like substance when moved and swirled. It was strange; unexplainable. He can understand, to an extent, why the Drs. Fenton are so obsessed with studying it and the dimension it comes from.

Sam watches him idly as he brings the thermos to his lips and drinks from it. The effect is instantaneous, a sense of relief washing over Danny as if someone had put a soothing balm onto an injury. It buzzes down to his fingertips, and when he lowers the thermos, he licks his lips and watches the tips of his fingers burn green like frostbite.

“Your hair turned white again.” Sam comments, her hand reaching out and touching the hair on the nape of his neck. While it’s not the first time Sam’s touched his hair, it still makes him tense up with her hand so close to his throat. Instinct. dan

He ignores the urge to bat her hand away, humming thoughtfully. “I’ve noticed it does that.” He says, pulling down his bangs to see if they’ve also turned white. No, still black. He lets go. “Let me guess; my eyes are green too?” He lifts the thermos again and peers into the chrome casing.

Sam nods, “Yep, but it’s only the, uh.” She makes a circle around her eyes with her finger. “The iris part. Everything else is fine.”

Danny can see that. The faint reflection on the chrome casts back an intense green. He takes another sip. It chills the back of his teeth, and he can feel his canines warp and sharpen. He runs his tongue over them, and swallows.

Sam is still watching him, her fingers drumming against the balcony railing. “What’s it taste like?”

“Carbonated.” He says dryly, before taking a large swig. He couldn’t name a specific flavor if he tried, it changed every time he took a sip. The only thing that stayed consistent was that it tasted carbonated. And slightly sweet. When he pulls the thermos away, Danny twists his body towards her and offers it out, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Want to try?”

Her reaction is immediate. Sam’s nose scrunches up and her mouth twists into a smile, and she makes a huffing-laugh sound. “No, thank you.” She pushes it away lightly with her fingers, “I don’t know how to explain to my parents why my hair is white.”

Right. Danny pulls the thermos away and puts it down beside him, straining his eyes to see if the rest of his hair has changed colors. Even just his first sip would take half an hour to fade back to its normal black, and he was a halfa. He had no idea how long it’d take to fade on Sam, who was human.

There’s movement from the corner of his eye, and Danny snaps his head towards the source. There’s a figure, small, a boy, trying to hide behind one of the curtains at the door. His form just barely peeking out from the angle Danny was sitting at. He wouldn’t have seen him if the boy hadn’t moved.

His fingers curl tightly into the railing, and he breathes in sharp. Sam’s smile crumbles away and she turns to see what he’s looking at. “I should go.” He says, and reaches for his thermos. “There’s someone spying on us. Don’t say anything, just look at me.”

Sam’s expression warps, twists. Her eyes widen, her jaw starts to drop before fixing itself into place, and her shoulders curl up and tense. She forces it all to smooth over, and she leans casually against the railing. There’s a tick in her jaw. “I see.” Her voice comes through teeth. “Do you think they saw you?”

“I am not sure.” Danny says. He keeps an eye on the figure as he twists himself over and grabs the Nasty Burger bag and the container. He tries not to look like he’s rushing. He is. How long has that boy been there? How much did he see? Did he hear anything?

“Father, fortunately, has privacy films on the glass. Nobody should have seen me unless they’re specifically trying to peep through the door.” He says. The boy seems to realize that Danny was starting to leave. And, his heart beginning to sink, instead of leaving, moves to grab the door handle instead.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Danny’s breath catches in his throat, he’s hoping that isn’t who he think it is. But how else would he have not noticed an eavesdropper on their conversation unless it was someone who was capable of bypassing those skills? He told himself that he wouldn’t fool himself into thinking that his siblings’ had poor stealth. He got distracted.

Five years, five years. He refuses to let that go down the drain. He zips up the container and throws his legs over the other side of the railing, his back facing the door. He hears the doorknob click, and without a word to Sam, slips off down the side and down to the ground below.

Just in time. The once muffled music now sounds blaring as the door presumably is thrown open and the pull of invisibility washes over him like a second skin. He doesn't stay to see who it is.

#dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #first danny pov of the au! whoo!#danny's hair turns white if he drinks ectoplasm brrrrr and his eyes turn green. good for him #this sat in my drafts for the last few days until i finally finished it during class #it was a math class and i already knew the material so tis fiiiine. now i just need to finish my CFAU post rewrite :)#ectoplasm tastes like that time i went to go get pepsi from the soda machine and it was all out of the pepsi flavoring so instead i got a #cup full of carbonated liquid. it was disgusting. ectoplasm kinda tastes like that. sometimes.#danny smiles in this more than i thought he would but yk it fits. he IS more smiley around his friends and family.#ectoplasm is a weird non-newtonion fluid and danny is fascinated. its got the consistency of egg whites one minute and then water the next #its a water slime and then suddenly its as brittle as annealed glass. it heats up and rots like milk or it heats up and boils like water #it congeals. it thickens. it boils. it solidifies. it does whatever it wants. it gels and melts into a tar-like substance #how long has damian been standing there? good question. :) i almost had him open the door and make eye contact with damian before falling #backwards. i also almost had it be *bruce* and damian opening the door bc bruce found out that damian pulled a knife on sam and was gonna #have him come apologize. that would be a fun scene. prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact #imagery brrrr. had fun playing with how danny's ghost form works. if anyone has seen a video of steel wool burning thats how i imagine #danny's ghost transformation to be like.#also ayyy balancing danny's dialogue be like “how fancy should he sound and how Normal Teenager Should He Sound”#when sam gets home she catches tucker up to speed about everything including the convos with the waynes she had and they both form the #'“Fuck Them Waynes” squad. Sam has jumped to the entirely wrong conclusion about danny's separation from his family but in her defense.#it is a pretty sound conclusion to jump to considering the lack of context she has from danny's prior home life. which is almost none at al #so to her it looks like danny got abandoned by bruce wayne

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bubblegum-and-ciggarettes · 2 years

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This made me snort ngl

#dc #batman: wayne family adventures spoilers #bwfa spoilers #batman: wayne family adventures #bwfa #worlds finest #Martha kent #Jonathan kent #ma kent #pa kent #alfred pennyworth #Bruce wayne #batman #Clark kent #superman #just parents talking bout their kids #like father like son stg #glasses on himbo

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cinnamon-flame · 5 months

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Posting the wip made me finally finish this! I like this piece but I'm kinda tired of looking at this after the three months this took

#can you tell I adore stained glass?#I love stained glass every family trip I insist on visiting some local buildings that have them #So I wanted to maybe draw some of them but also design a silkwing with wings that could maybe be inspired by the same thing?#I personally thing this drawing became too crowded for my liking #but I do enjoy the colors #I honestly drew this for myself but maybe it will fit someone else's weird stained glass niche too #wof #wings of fire #silkwing #butterfly #wof art #dragon #cinnamon's doodles

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thestressedsimmer · 3 months

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June, 1314: The Glasse Family Home

A betrothal to a prince (even a 'spare') was a high honor but also a big expense. The dowry would cost 50,000 simoleans and even with the king and queen agreeing to pay the church tax and the fees for the grand wedding that would follow.... It was still more than they had set aside for their daughter's marriage.

Upton's salary as a knight was not something to sneeze at, but it was no royal allowance. The Glasse couple was determined to set their daughter up for life, however, so they sold their excess produce (at a steep price) and Camilla was a creative girl who loved to make clothes. Clothes that could then be sold for her dowry.

Then there was their salaries as ladies in service to the queen. . . . They would manage, but it would not be easy.

Ylving, for his part, was a good sport about his parents and older sister working too hard to spend time with him. His nurses said that he was just as sweet as ever, always singing songs from sun up to sun down. And it was sun up.

He still saw his parents, though. Often times, he'd be found napping in his father's arms. Nobody had the heart to move them so they would leave the two to catch up on sleep.

The Glasse child struggling the most was Camilla. Her parents had consulted her and asked if she wanted to accept the offer - they were more liberal than most noble parents, maybe because they only had two children - and she had agreed... But there were so many doubts.

What if they didn't raise her dowry in time? What if they could never pay it? What if they did pay it and her marriage was miserable? What if she never saw her best friend again?

The downside to having active parents was that they noticed when you were missing. Olive always seemed to know when Camilla was getting overwhelmed by her thoughts and followed her into her bedroom to try and comfort her.

Camilla hasn't admitted all of her fears, not wanting to be a burden on her mother, but she did admit one thing.

"Mama, what if I disappoint you both? What if I fail?"

"Oh, darling. You could never disappoint me." Taking her daughter's hand, she placed it over her heart. "This beats for you and your brother, my sweet girl. So no matter what happens, I am so proud of you."

Camilla went silent, but her trembles revealed to the older woman that something was plaguing her daughter that she refused to talk about. So she did what came naturally, she tugged her into her arms.

"Camilla, we have plenty of time. Your father and I will be here for you through this."

"Yes, mama. I love you."

"I love you too."

#olive my beloved #also camilla developing the fear of failure made me so sad :(#BABY YOU'RE GONNA BE A FANTASTIC DUCHESS PLS #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 ultimate decades challenge #ultimate decades challenge #udc #morbid's ultimate decades challenge #windenberg #1314 #1314 windenberg #glasse family

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pjs-everyday · 7 months

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04. Love Potion (i.e. Loid drinks all of Yor’s drinks at a work function) 🥂💕✨ // Twiyor Month @twiyorbase

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bulldog-butch · 6 months

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i just put on a little outfit that makes me feel like an adventurer. like milo from atlantis

#all that’s missing is the glasses #the great tragedy is i look so cute with glasses but i’m the only one in my family that doesn’t need them #though my mom only needs readers #bork bork!

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blorbologist · 1 year

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What do you mean explosives are inappropriate at dinner?! Uncle Tary said it was a great idea.

Sequel to this, because y’all seem to really like Gwendolyn and Bauble [??] redraws. This time redrawn from this strip. Yes Vex’s tits are practically out im only obeying the official art.

Bonus:

#critical role #campaign 1 #vox machina #percival de rolo #vex'ahlia #gwendolyn de rolo #perc'ahlia #percahlia #de rolo family #fun fact - gwen's face behind the glasses is 100% the 'did you just hyah me?!' face #less fun fact - for the funni panels i was considering her pretending to be edgy Briarwoods arc percy.#YOUR SOUL IS FORFEIT DIE DIE from a small child would either be hilarious or uhhh Not [tm]#critical role fanart #cr fanart

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supernaturalcharlie11 · 8 months

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Veth‘s/Nott‘s stained glass window in the tower

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hearts401 · 1 month

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Tessa fucks me up dude can I just talk about her for a sec? Yeah? Yeah.

She loved those drones. She loved them because they were what she had. She felt sympathy for them when nobody else did. And I like to think there was a little bit of loneliness motivating her as well.

Her mother hated her. She was nothing to her. When her mother scolded her by saying "seems you still can't follow simple orders" her respone was "No, no no! Please!" BEGGING. Begging her mother to believe in her and be kind to her. She got chained up in her room (multiple times btw. At leas tthats implied. the hand she winced at and rubbed is the same hand the chain was on, which means shed be chained up long enough for it to rub her skin painfully. long enough to leave lasting pain.)

She is very connected to these drones, to the point where she kept all the error drones aroud because she LOVED them. She spent time digging them up. HELL SHE TOOK A FAMILY PHOTO WITH THEM DUDE...

Even when Cyn was creepy and scary, she kept her around. She'd rather lock Cyn up than get rid of her. and when n points it out, shes apologetic and hesitant. But we know WHY she did that. Even if it was kind of a sucky move, it was because she didnt wanna have to throw cyn out. and in the end that killed her.

Also she knows J well enough to know what sets her off (enough to. bite the shit out of a chain). She knows them. and she loves them.

I wish we'd gotten to know more about her an N. why is he so clearly her favorite? but thats not relevant ig

also her saying "I've only ever yakked to robots, J!" She has NO human friends. she has nobody to support her other than these robots. these robots who get treated like garbage by her family.

and then she has to watch these robots turn on her. Not just THESE ROBOTS but the three that she loved most. (also im going off what wouldve happened in ep 5 WITHOUT uzi, where n doesnt get out of the swamp, and nobody goes down to the basement)

V first, then Cyn, then J. And we KNOW she loved these three+N especially bc she took a family photo w them, interacted with them more often, and generally just seemed much closer with them.

and what does she get for it? killed. And also its implied by this screenshot that she wasnt ACTUALLY killed by cyn right then

(the scientists, the sword beside her, the footprints, the way shes sitting against the wall, the expression she has. she totally just saw all that shit)

and she cant have been skyn bc the scientists wouldve known. the skinsuit wasnt exactly. hm. pretty.

which means she DID see her whole family+more slaughtered in front of her while she was powerless to stop it. She DID see J violently kill everyone around her. She DID see Cyn kill everyone. And she just has to. Deal with that. And despite all her efforts, the solver took over and cyn killed her. (im assuming tessa died somewhere around when n's mineshaft flashback was like i mentioned b4)

and all the while she was convinced shed lose N, id assume. based on the state of the other drone out there.

And honestly, i think what she got was worse.

also i am team "N knew Tessa wasn't the same Tessa he knew back on Earth"

The way he looked at her, and the way he was suspicious of her. He knew HIS Tessa would never treat a drone like this. Cyn has been known to have relatively shitty recreations of people at times (like Thad in episode two) But even so there was no way he could believe it was someone else (like. who would it be? he saw her blood he heard her voice like...) which is why he was so stressed after killing her (when he leaned on his sword and was breathing heavy, yk?)

he loved her and she loved him and now shes dead. just like everyone else he loved.

this isnt about n but like. idk if tessa could see him now i think shed cry. she loved him and all of them

#tzu rambles #i just. she was a kid dude #she was a stupid hurting abused kid #she was treated like shit by her mother and probably her father too #and all she had were those drones #the ones that killed her and her family #the ones that ruined her life and destroyed earth #the ones that MIMICKED HER TO THE PEOPLE SHE LOVED MOST #THE “N!!!” SQUEAL. THE PETTING HIS HAIR. THE DISMISSAL OF J #FUCKING SICK AND TWISTED #Bc i genuinely believe that if Tessa HAD come to copper 9 alive she wouldve been like that #maybe a little more sympathetic to uzi. like if she knew abt the patch she wouldve used it. i know that #but otherwise i think shed be like that. silly. silly like that.#(esp kicking that computer monitor. we all saw her chuck a glass at the floor for no reason)#child abuse #abuse tw #tessa james elliot #murder drones #tessa elliot #tessa md #md tessa #tessa murder drones #murder drones tessa

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