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Blackbird: Heaven is in your arms

Yes, this is part of the blackbird universe, but for now, it’s almost a standalone. Blackbird’s original intent was arrowverse characters coming home from war, so that’s why there’s a westallen one. I was planning on doing one for cynco and kanvers + kate and mary, but I’m not sure anymore.

Anyways, summary: The house is lonely without him. Iris at home waiting for Barry to come home from war.

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Iris hates quiet. It reminds her of loneliness which is what she is and she wants nothing more than to forget that. Every night she places a record in the record machine. Last night it was “Cheek to cheek” by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. She cooks a meal for herself, usually something small, she lost her appetite a long time ago. Iris eats in the bay window watching the stars, sometimes the people outside if something interesting is happening. She wants to join them but it’s hard.

Iris wonders if Barry sees the same stars she does. She wonders if he misses her like she misses him.

After her dinner is half eaten, she turns off the record and goes to bed. At first she tried sleeping in their bed, but it was too big, too empty. That bed was meant for two people, not one. Iris sleeps on the couch instead. She wraps up her hair, changes into her pajamas and brushes her teeth. Turning off all lights except the lamp next to the couch, she gets the box and settles on the couch. The box is filled with all the letters Barry has sent her while he’s deployed. She always reads them before she goes to sleep. It always soothes her to, if not hear his voice, read his words. Sometimes they even chase away the nightmares.

Every single morning she wakes up with a crick in her neck. It’s better than waking up to an empty bed. She undoes the wrap, changes into her work clothes, a pair of red heels, black pencil skirt, blouse, and blazer and puts her hair up into a fancy braid that her mom loves. Aretha Franklin fills the apartment as Iris gets ready for work. The coffee pot chimes done just as she finishes putting on her makeup, so Iris pours herself a cup and grabs a chocolate muffin to eat in the bay window. She watches the people head off to work as she tries to think of anything but where Barry is. The minute she starts on that train, she’ll fall into a black hole of unwanted messy thoughts.

After finishing breakfast, she joins the crowds heading to their nine-to-five. Linda give her a smile when she opens the door to the Citizen. Her intern, Allegra, informs her of the interviews Mason wants her to do. Iris wants to choke him.

“Heavy workload?” Linda asks her during lunch.

“Sometimes I wonder if being a cop would be easier.” Iris complains.

“What do you have to do?” Linda wondered. She, Allegra, Kamilla, and Iris were sitting together eating lunch in the park next to the CCPN building. They befriended each other through work and have stuck by each other since then. Iris wondered what she’d do without them.

“I already finished editing my articles, now I just need to complete my politics article, and the one on the string of murders down on sixth street.”

Linda wrinkled her nose in disgust. “How’s the coppers handling it?”

“Baffled. I think they’re starting to get worried. I’m hoping my article will bring this to public attention and help the situation.” Iris said.

“That’s the hope.” Linda agreed.

After work, she goes home and takes a long bath. This time, Tina Turner is playing in the apartment. The same routine plays out again. No mail has been delivered, so she has nothing new to read from Barry. She hopes he’ll come home soon as she drifts off to sleep.

The rest of the weeks are the same. In these two weeks, she got one new letter from him. He says things are lightening up, and there might be good news in the future. He writes of the new people he’s met across the seas, the places he’s seen, and how much he misses. Apparently she’s been somewhat of a character to the soldiers. Iris West, possible goddess, and Barry’s long suffering wife. They want to meet her. Iris wonders what things he told them. She hope it’s all good things. She hopes his wandering mind stays on his shoulders so he doesn’t... nevermind.

On Wednesday, she wakes up and gets ready for work. Her brother reminds her that their parents wanted to see them on Friday, so she better not forget to come. She went to work as usual, but had to go see Wally before going home. She was tempted to stay with him in an effort to avoid going back to her empty house, but he practically pushed her out of his house. Iris could’ve sworn she saw him smiling.

The walk to their apartment was quiet. At least there wasn’t anyone on the street to distract her. She tried to come up with a reason for her brother’s sudden happiness. Barry’s homecoming came to mind, but that wasn’t for weeks so it was brushed aside.

Music was the first thing that struck Iris as odd when she opened the door to the apartment. It was the little ditty Barry wrote her for their engagement. He dabbled in music a little before he was drafted. It’s why they own so many instruments. A guitar, a piano, a violin, they’ve all suffered from disuse now. Arts, when concerning music, was never Iris’s forte.

As she stepped further into the apartment, cooked food could be smelled. She placed a hand on the taser in her purse just in case it was an intruder and walked softly further into the place.

A skinny man was hunched over the piano, fingers flying over the keys. He was in a formal army outfit sans the hat.

“Barry.”

Fingers stilled on the keys.

Slowly he turned around a tired, yet happy smile dancing across his face, lighting up his features. She dropped her purse, almost setting off the taser and started bawling. He quickly raced to her side before she fell to the ground. Easily, he lifted her up and twirled around crying himself. Her legs wrapped around his waist. His hug almost crushed her. She never wanted him to let go.

“Shh baby, Iris, baby. I’m okay. I’m alright I’m home.” Iris sobbed into his shoulder. He held her tightly, not caring one bit that his suit was getting dirty with her tears. For once, she felt safe. There was nothing better than being held by Barry Allen.

“I missed you, so damn much. The house-”

“I’m not leaving, not again.” He didn’t. Apparently this was his last deployment. Hearing that made Iris cry harder, but this time they were happy tears. He cradled her face in his hand gently wiping away her tears. His eyes swept over face. It had been so long since he last saw her, he wanted to re-memorize every last feature. Her golden brown eyes, her curly black hair, her tear drop face. He kissed her all over, eyes, cheeks, lips.

That was what finally calmed her tears. Giggling she asked, “You missed this?”

“I miss a lot of things.” He kissed the shell of her ear and along her jaw. “I missed your smile, and your voice. I missed your thoughts, and you kisses. I missed falling asleep next to you, dancing with you... Kara’s a good dancer, but she’s not you.”

“Well then,” Iris shimmied out of his arms, and grabbed his hand. She placed a record on the record player, The Temptations, “My Girl” and extended her other hand. “Can I have this dance?”

“Always.” He kissed her knuckles before pulling them into waltzing formation. Left hand in her right, right hand on her butt, so close together the holy spirit got squished. They’re married anyways.

He quietly sang along to the song as they danced. Iris pressed her cheek to his chest in an attempt to get as close as possible to him. Maybe she was being insane, but after months without him close, she never wanted to let go. After a few dances, they meandered to the kitchen to eat.

Barry sat down at the head of the table with Iris in his lap. She made up one big plate for the two of them. As they ate, they swapped stories about their time away from each other. He told her stories of the Diggles, Jesse Wells, Cynthia Reynolds, Kara Zor-el. Friends he made like Alex Danvers, Mary Hamilton, Beth Chapel and Yolanda Montez. In return she updated him on how his parents, her parents and Wally were doing. She told tales of her and her journalism adventures with Linda, Allegra, and Kamilla.

“Look like you’ve been having fun here.” Barry grossed.

“Not as much fun as I’ll have with you here with me. I missed you baby.” Iris says. Barry kissed the top of Iris’s forehead.

“I’m going to see if Bridge will let me take the day off. We could go on a date!” Iris left his lap much to his sadness. “Hunn, let me get some wine and ice cream. The good wine.”

Barry’s eyes widened in surprise. “Fancy.”

“Well it’s a special day,” Iris returned to his lap with a small tub of ice cream, two spoons, and two glasses of wine. “Happy homecoming.”

“Happy homecoming.”

After dinner, Barry did the dishes while Iris cleaned up the living room. When he was done, Barry rushed up to her picking her up and twirling her around. He carried her up to their bedroom and dumped her on the bed. Iris thanked her lucky stars that he didn’t comment on its near sterile-ness.

“I love you.” Barry stares at her below him. Her hair is splayed out on the pillow, her face is stretched out in a smile. Iris reaches up to pull him towards her. She peppers kisses on his face before leaving.

“I’m just going to get changed.” He watches her put on one of his old shirts and a pair of underwear. Slowly, he gets up from the bed to get ready for sleep himself. Their movements are a little robust, getting used to sharing this room again, but it’ll be ok.

In bed, she wraps herself around him, finding comfort in his hold. Softly, she traced some of his scars and tattoos with her finger. He turned off the lights, and for once, she knew she wouldn’t need his letters to chase away the nightmares.

#the flash #westallen #iris west allen #iris west #barry allen #linda park #allegra garcia #kamilla hwang #ella's flash fics #we're all fic writers here #blackbird

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matrixaffiliate · 5 years

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Patient

Chapter Update! FFN and AO3

I apologize in advance if there are awful spelling or grammatical errors, I decided two days ago that I didn't like where I had taken this chapter and basically re-wrote everything. So I've only had a chance to proofread this once (normally I proofread at least five times). I hope it's still fun!

Chapter 7

Engaged… Engaged! She, Ginny Weasley, was engaged!

Ginny honestly wasn't sure how to stop smiling. She was immensely grateful that she was a very organized wedding coordinator because she had been rendered useless for the remainder of Vic and Ted's wedding after Harry's proposal. If it hadn't been Ted she was sure Harry would have simply whisked her home.

Home.

His home was going to be her home. The home he grew up in, the home she had fallen in love with when she first saw it, was going to be her home. And it would be her home in a bit more than two months.

Her lease on her flat was up soon, and she had been meaning to get the renewal paperwork to them, but now she was very happy she hadn't managed that. It was much easier to just let the lease run out than to try and break the lease partway through.

"Stay home," Harry stepped up behind her and pulled her from her musings as she plaited her hair.

"I can't love, not all of us are lucky enough to work out of our home office." Ginny laughed and turned in his arms.

Harry was persistent and went immediately for her favorite spot on her neck, just behind her ear.

"You're going to make me late," Ginny's voice was breathless.

"Now you're getting the idea," Harry's voice vibrated against her skin, making her shiver.

"Don't ruin my hair," and then she kissed him.

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Ginny walked into work, still unsure of how to explain showing up thirty minutes late. She managed to step into her office unnoticed and tried to get set up as quickly as possible. Maybe she could play it off as though she had just been a few minutes behind schedule and not spending half an hour being ravished by her fiance before work.

The word fiance put a smile back on her face and Ginny looked down at her hand. Her engagement ring sparkled in the light from her window and she let out a happy sigh just as Josh walked in.

"There you are, I was hoping," he stopped mid-sentence and his eyes went huge. Then he rushed her and pulled Ginny into a tight hug.

"You have to tell me everything! I want details! And who are you going to pick to plan your wedding? Oh please let me do it! I've always wanted to put together a wedding for a coordinator! You'll be my solace in the sea of bridezillas, groomzillas, and wishy-washy couples who claim they don't care!"

"Slow down there, Josh," Ginny laughed as she watched Lyndi and Emily poke their heads in to see what all the shouting had been about.

"Everything alright?" Lyndi asked with a cheeky grin.

"Ginny's getting married!" Josh grabbed Ginny's hand and held it up in the air.

And then Ginny was squished between the three of them as they all spoke on top of each other.

"Slow down," Ginny laughed. "We haven't even had a chance to pick a date yet."

"Did he propose at your niece's wedding?" Emily asked as the trio released Ginny.

Ginny felt her smile grow and she nodded. "He proposed in the garden at sunset."

Lyndi sighed happily, "I'll never get tired of hearing proposal stories."

"Of course you won't, none of us will, that's why we work as wedding coordinators." Josh laughed. "Now, who are you picking to coordinate for you?"

Ginny shook her head, "I'll just handle it. It's not a problem."

The room went so quiet Ginny could hear all three of her friends blinking repeatedly.

"You do know that your wedding would be without the coordinator's fee, right?" Emily's voice was careful, like talking to a ticking bomb.

"Of course," Ginny nodded and logged into her computer.

"So, you want to destroy your sanity because…?" Josh held his arms out to each side with his hands up toward the ceiling.

Ginny laughed, "I'll be fine."

"You know," Lyndi's voice was level, like she was explaining something to her six-year-old daughter. "It was a welcome change to let Emily handle my wedding and to just sit back and enjoy it instead of worrying about every detail the way I do for all my clients' weddings."

"I'll just plan it out so that it runs on its own. I've had to do that for corporate events before, it won't be too hard to replicate for my wedding."

Josh huffed, "Ginny I want to be your wedding coordinator and you're being difficult about it. Lyndi did a great job planning my wedding and Lyndi just told you how wonderful it was to have Emily handle everything on her day. You're not a mule so let's set a time to have your Harry come in and we can start laying everything out."

Ginny laughed at her friends' antics. "I appreciate it, really, and I'll let you know if I change my mind, but I'm sure I can handle my own wedding."

"Sounds like a plan," Emily smiled and reached for Josh's arm as she gave Lyndi a shove out the door, "Congratulations, again! We're so excited for you!"

"This isn't over, Weasley!" Josh called over his shoulder.

Ginny shook her head but smiled. Josh was crazy, but she had to admit that she loved him for it. If only he had a bit more faith in her.

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"We need to pick a date," Ginny was sprawled against Harry on the sofa as he read a draft of a cybersecurity book he was revising for a colleague.

"Whatever you want, love. I'm sure Teddy will be able to make it to anything once he and Vic get home from Provence.

Ginny bit back the sadness that still hit her now that Harry could openly speak about the fact that his only family was Ted.

And you, a little voice reminded her.

The sadness was immediately replaced with the happy smile that bordered on goofy which was more or less her resting face since Harry had asked her to marry him.

"Well, how long do you think we should wait?" Ginny tapped his nose with her finger, before quickly pulling it away when Harry tried to catch it between his teeth.

"Honestly," Harry set the book down and turned to face her. "I'd marry you the day Teddy gets back. Assuming we could pry the newlyweds out of their house for an hour."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "You really got the better end of the deal with being his godfather, you know? Bill gets squeamish if you even mention that his daughter is on her honeymoon."

Harry chuckled, "If I had a daughter, I'd be squeamish too. I imagine Fleur is comfortable with the idea of Vic on her honeymoon, but she might feel different when it's Louis."

"You might be right, but we'll have to wait and see about that one. Now back on topic, when are we getting married?"

"Whenever you want to," Harry leaned in and kissed her softly.

Ginny expected him to deepen the kiss but was surprised when he pulled back.

"Wait, are you asking because the date we pick determines who plans the wedding?"

Ginny blinked as her mind caught up with the question. "Oh! No. I'm coordinating our wedding."

It was Harry's turn to blink.

"What?" Ginny tried to push down the offending feeling that started to tighten in her chest. "You saw Vic and Ted's wedding. It was amazing!"

"It was beautiful, Gin," Harry sighed and looked down at his jeans. "But I was able to spend about 10 minutes with you until I searched you down hours into the wedding and proposed. Would you even get to enjoy our wedding or would you be running around directing everyone and everything, pausing long enough to say 'I do' and then at it again until it's time to cut the cake?"

Ginny exhaled with relief. Harry just didn't know what she was capable of. He'd only seen her at the wedding she had cared the most about.

"I micromanaged Vic's wedding, love." Ginny pulled his hand into hers. "Normally I'm not so crazy and I have time to breathe at the weddings I coordinate."

Harry looked up at her and Ginny wondered if she was ever going to stop getting lost in his emerald eyes.

"My only request is that you're present for our wedding and that you get to relax and not worry about the details."

"I can do that," Ginny pushed forward and kissed him, hoping to reassure her handsome fiance that she did have this. She would plan her wedding out so well it would run itself without any hitches and she'd spend the day enjoying herself as Mrs. Ginny Potter.

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Ginny waited to pick a day until Ted and Vic returned from France and she'd had time to talk with her mum, who flat out told her she was crazy for planning her own wedding when she worked with three accomplished wedding coordinators.

Ultimately, Ginny decided on the end of May for her big day and began sorting through all her possible venues and photographers and florists and DJs and catering groups within the budget she and Harry had.

"Please!"

Ginny looked up from her computer to see Josh had plopped himself down across from her.

"Please, what?" Ginny sighed, this was starting to get old.

"Please, please, please let me do your wedding! Consider it a wedding gift. Consider it a welcome break from taking care of all your clients. Or consider it an act of kindness and goodness to give me a reprieve from my clients. I don't care how you play it out in your head just please let me be your coordinator!"

"Josh, for the last time, I'm fine." Ginny went back to her spreadsheets.

"Yes, I'm aware," Josh rolled his eyes. "Fine is alright, but I could make it so you're fabulous. Wouldn't you rather be fabulous than boring old fine?"

"Josh…:

"Then let me help!" Josh leaned across her desk to look at her screen. "Let me be your shadow while you plan your big day. I'll stay out of the way, I'll be completely silent, I'll simply take note of everything so that if you come to your senses and realize you jumped on the crazy train before May, I'm prepared to rescue you from yourself."

Ginny laughed in spite of how annoyed she was. "Fine, if it will shut you up then you may be my shadow."

"YES!" Josh shoved his fist in the air and then pulled the chair he'd been sitting in around to her side of the desk. Then he pulled out his tablet and pen. "Now, tell me everything you've figured out so far."

Ginny sighed and opened up her email. "Here," she attached her own wedding document to an email to Josh and hit send. "There's everything I have so far."

Josh grinned, "You put Harry's phone number on here? Don't you have that memorized."

Ginny glanced down at the template Emily had created and chuckled. "I guess I got into coordinator mode and just started filling everything out. I do have Harry's number memorized, or I wouldn't have been able to fill that in on autopilot."

"Touche," Josh smiled broadly and Ginny shook her head. He was incorrigible, but she wouldn't really have Josh any other way.

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"I don't know how you're so on top of things," Harry chuckled as they moved her boxes down the stairs to the moving van Harry had rented for the day. "I was up late doing some last-minute things to have everything ready for today."

"What on earth were you doing?" Ginny laughed as they loaded the boxes in. The autumn breeze felt refreshing against the weight of the box of books she had carried down.

"Surprises, my dear, surprises," Harry winked at her and Ginny laughed before kissing him, it was her favorite way to try and pull information from him.

"I'm still not telling you," Harry murmured against her.

"Even if I snogged you in the back of this van?" Ginny whispered.

"Tempting," Harry chuckled, "but I think you'll like the surprises better."

Ginny grinned and pushed away from Harry, "Get a move on Potter." And she went jogging up the stairs, making sure to move in all the ways that drove him mad.

Harry caught up at her door and pinned her against it before kissing her again.

"You are a minx." He whispered in her ear and Ginny shivered.

"And you appear to like it," she nipped playfully at his earlobe. She loved the fire between them; it was intoxicating.

"So much," Harry growled and Ginny thought she might very well faint dead away.

"My parents will be here in the next half hour," Ginny fumbled behind her for the doorknob.

"That's plenty of time to tide us over until you're all moved in at home," and his hand closed over hers as she finally turned the door open.

It turned out that those thirty minutes were barely enough time as her mum knocked on the door just as Harry was, most regretfully, pulling his shirt back on.

"Oh, I'm so excited for you!" Molly beamed as she picked up a box. "I always knew you'd find someone, and now you have and now you have a chance at giving me grandchildren!"

Ginny rolled her eyes at Harry, who waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

"Let us get through the wedding Mum," Ginny followed Molly out the door as Arthur and Harry picked up her old sofa that they were going to drop off at the Salvation Army.

"Of course, dear, maybe one of your work friends can help you with that so you can focus on the more important things." Molly nearly skipped down the hall to the stairs.

Ginny glanced back her dad and Harry, "Mum hates grandchildren, doesn't she?"

Harry shrugged but grinned, "No one's perfect."

Arthur winked at her, "Your mum isn't the only one who's looking forward to more grandchildren."

Ginny laughed and picked up the pace to be well out of the way when her two favorite men started down those stairs with her old sofa hulking between them.

Once everything was finally loaded Harry pulled Ginny aside before she climbed into her car. "You have to promise me something."

"What?" Ginny furrowed her brow.

"Do not, under any circumstance, go inside the house before me."

"Is this part of those surprises you were talking about?"

"Yes, so please, I worked hard on this and all I ask is that you let me see your face."

Ginny pretended to pout, "You ask for so much, how on earth will I survive such a demanding marriage?"

Harry laughed before bending down and kissing her. "So you'll wait?"

"Of course I'll wait," Ginny pulled back and climbed into her car before winking at him, "fifteen minutes. Then all bets are off."

Harry groaned but smiled, "I'll be right behind you, but thank you for the incentive."

"Anything for my fiance," Ginny blew him a kiss and shut her door.

True to his word, Harry stayed right behind her as she left her old flat for her new home with Harry. Apparently, he wasn't kidding about this surprise.

"Stay right there Miss," Harry jumped out of the van and ran for the front door.

"You'd make a decent cop," Ginny laughed, turning to see if her dad had caught up with them yet.

"It was a thought before everything happened," Harry chuckled and Ginny turned to see that he had opened the door and was now approaching her.

"Trust me?"

"With the majority of things, yes," Ginny teased.

"I'm going to pretend I only heard you say yes," Harry laughed and stepped behind her before covering her eyes with his hand. "I'll guide you in."

Ginny relaxed back into him, allowing Harry to guide her up the walk and steps and into their home. She knew that whatever his surprise was would be a good thing, but she still felt butterflies as he led her into the living room before his hand fell from her eyes and she saw something completely different from what she had seen just two days ago.

The furniture that had come with Harry from the home he shared with Ted was no longer present. In their place was a combination of several pieces of furniture that Ginny had been storing up on a Pinterest board for the last few years.

"Do you like it?" Harry's voice held a nervous tremor to it and Ginny realized she hadn't managed to make any sound since he had shown her the surprise.

"It's beautiful! How did you know? How did you manage this?"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and kissed her. "Amazingly enough, I do pay attention when you're on your phone while we're on the sofa."

Ginny bit her lip and looked over at the new sofas, end tables, chairs, and kitchen table. "They're beautiful."

"And very comfortable too," Harry gave her a gentle push, "Go on, try them out."

Harry was right, everything was not only beautiful

but also lush and soft and made her want to curl up in a ball and sleep away a Sunday afternoon.

"You're a gift from all the gods," she sighed.

"Now you're just giving me a big head," Harry chuckled.

"I'm talking to the furniture," Ginny stuck her tongue out at him, "but you aren't so bad either."

"Well, fine, I guess you'd rather not see the master bedroom…"

Ginny jumped over the back of the couch and bolted for the stairs, "Race you!"

Harry laughed but was hot on her heels, catching her right before she managed to get the door open. "Damn, Gin, you're quick."

"I had six older brothers," Ginny smirked as she searched behind her for the doorknob.

"Let me help you slow down then," Harry's hand grasped hers before guiding it to the doorknob and twisting it open with her. "Ready?"

"Ready," she pushed open the door and turned around to find that Harry had completely replaced the bedroom furniture, along with the bed, and changed the paint color.

"Is it alright?" Harry ran a gentle hand along the small of her back.

"It's perfect," Ginny whispered, too overcome to manage much else. So she did what made sense, she spun around and kissed Harry for all she was worth.

On the rare occasion words failed her, Ginny Weasley could always be counted on to act. And today that action was pulling Harry down to their new bed, which was so soft she moaned when he pressed her into it.

"How far behind us do you think your parents are?" Harry asked against her neck.

A part of Ginny's brain heard him, and even knew the answer was only five to ten minutes and they really should wait for this sort of thing, but that part of her brain stood no chance at getting through the euphoria that had taken over.

Thankfully, Harry had shut the door behind them, and so her dad rang the doorbell.

Harry groaned, "To be continued?"

Ginny snuggled against the comforter once more before signing and pushing up on her elbows.

"The sooner we get my stuff in here the sooner they leave."

Harry laughed as he helped her up, "Now I know how Teddy felt while I was living with him."

Ginny pushed up and kissed him once more at the top of the stairs, relishing the way he immediately deepened the kiss.

"Thank you," she whispered as she pulled away.

"Thank you," Harry kissed her softly before smiling down at her. "I love you."

"I love you too," Ginny grinned, feeling her chest burn hot.

"Ginny!" Molly called from the other side of the door.

"Coming, Mum!"

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"Your friendly shadow has brought gifts," Josh waltzed into Ginny's office with a bag of scones from the cafe down the street.

"Please tell me you didn't walk down there to get these," Ginny's mouth watered at the thought of a warm scone with how cold it was outside.

"Don't be stupid, I'm not walking outside more than I have to when it's 9 degrees outside and raining."

Ginny laughed, "Then I gladly accept my shadow's gift."

"Good," Josh plopped down across from her and opened the bag before handing over her share. "Now, why haven't you scheduled a dress appointment?"

Ginny frowned, "But I did."

"With which boutique?" Josh pulled out his phone, "because the one you said you liked doesn't have any appointments for you."

Ginny felt panic start to build in the pit of her stomach. "I could have sworn I called them."

"Well, I scheduled one for you so that we could at least have a spot to reschedule if needed." Josh tapped on his screen a moment before the calendar invite was sent.

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm free then, but aren't they normally booked through to the end of January by now. How did you get me in for the beginning of December?"

Josh winked, "I told them you were the bride."

Ginny felt her cheeks grow hot. Josh seemed to not notice, or loved her enough not to say anything.

"How is everything for your venue? Need any help there?"

Ginny tried to push away the flustered feeling that was tightening in her chest.

"It's good," she pulled up her emails to make sure that she had managed to reserve the venue.

"Good to hear, and remember, I'm happy to help. Just give the word." Josh picked up the bag of scones. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to bribe the boss lady."

Ginny barely nodded at him as he left. Panic started to grip her when she couldn't find anything in her email confirming that she had sent the deposit to her venue.

Shite.

How could she have forgotten that?!

A sinking thought started to creep into her mind that maybe she was also dropping the ball with her clients' weddings. Ginny tried her best to push the awful idea from her head and called the venue. Thankfully they still had her wedding day open, and rather than risk it again, Ginny paid the deposit right there over the phone.

Then she started on the long process of making sure that every single client's wedding was exactly as it should be. It took her the entire workday, but she managed to confirm that it was just her own wedding that she had dropped the ball on.

She went home with a firm determination to keep that from happening again. She was going to make sure that her wedding received the same precision that she gave her clients.

Unfortunately, it didn't pan out that way.

Ginny forgot to put her appointment with the florist in her calendar and completely missed it. Then she was late to the cake tasting appointment because she went to the wrong bakery for who knows what reason. But with every mishap for her own wedding, Ginny consoled herself that at least her clients' weddings were still going smoothly. Every wedding she'd put on since she and Harry got engaged had been perfect and she'd handled every curve ball smoothly and skillfully.

So why on earth couldn't she take care of her own wedding?

That was the gloom hovering over her as she headed to her dress appointment, along with the heavy gray clouds that had settled over the sky. Josh insisted on driving them there to meet Luna, her mum, and Vic at the boutique. Ginny didn't argue, she owed it to him for catching and saving her mishap. Since he was the only reason she had an appointment in the first place, she could bend and let him have control for a brief moment.

"For a bride about to pick out her wedding dress, you certainly look dismal." Josh turned down his ABBA playlist and glanced at Ginny.

"I'm just thinking," Ginny forced a smile, "there's a lot of work I have to do this week."

Josh tsked, "Put it all on the back burner future, Mrs. Potter. The rest of this afternoon is about you looking fabulous while you try on wedding gowns!"

Ginny felt a tinge of excitement start to return. Josh was right. She was picking her wedding dress today! She should be excited! She shouldn't be fretting over other details (even if they were enormous details - like her inability to plan her own wedding) right now; after all, they were sure to still be there tomorrow, so they could make do without her for the afternoon.

"You're right," Ginny gave Josh a genuine smile, "this is my afternoon to feel fabulous!"

"Damn straight," Josh winked at her and Ginny laughed. This afternoon was going to be fun and exciting, just like it should be.

When they pulled up, Josh stopped her before she could get out of his car.

"Let me give you the full experience, let me treat you like a client, just for this."

Ginny shook her head, "It's fine Josh."

"Harry asked me to make sure this was a good experience for you. He said you've been a little stressed and he'd like you to have a break."

"Oh he did, did he?" Ginny made a mental note to tell her lovely finance to keep his nose out of her work.

"Look, they," Josh pointed at the boutique door, "think you are my client. So if you don't want the full experience of being my client then I have to call them and tell them I lied and have them get rid of all the perks I ask for with my brides."

Ginny glared at Josh, but she knew she couldn't jeopardize Josh's or her own professional relationship with the boutique. The sneak had played all in, and he won the gamble.

"Fine, for the purpose of this appointment and to keep our professional lives less dramatic, I am your client."

Josh's grin looked like the Cheshire cat. "I promise you won't regret this."

Ginny took a deep breath and sighed. "I suppose we'll find out."

Luna, Molly, and Vic greeted then excitedly when Ginny and Josh walked in and Vic rushed to hug Ginny.

"I'm so happy you're letting Josh plan this for you! You'll feel just like the princess you made me feel like!"

Ginny bit back her insistence that Josh was only taking care of the dress appointment and forced a smile as she turned to look meaningfully at Josh.

"Josh definitely knows how to make sure professional bridges don't get burned. I'm sure this will be lovely too."

Vic frowned, "Right…"

"Ginny you remember Marisol," Josh gave a nervous chuckle and turned to one of the associates. "Why don't we get started?"

She hated to admit it, but it only took five minutes before Ginny had relaxed into her new role as simply the bride. It actually felt good to take off the up-teen number of hats she normally wore and slip on the bride's tiara for a few hours. She had fun getting her measurements, talking about the styles she liked and trying on the samples Marisol pulled. It was sort of freeing to have Josh there taking the notes she normally took and answering all the hard questions that she would have needed to pull her tablet out to answer properly.

It was especially nice because when Ginny tried on the dress she wasn't stressing about anything to do with her wedding or any other weddings as she stood on the pedestal and stared at her reflection.

"I guess we can go home," Luna's singsong voice seemed far away as Ginny stood captivated by her image in the mirror. "I think she's found it."

"You're beautiful," her mum's near sob started to pull Ginny back to the present.

"Harry is going to die!" Vic laughed. "I can't wait to tell Ted!"

Ginny smiled, then she felt tears on her cheeks, and as her brain registered that she was crying, Ginny laughed. She laughed and when she turned and looked at her mum crying on the sofa next to her Ginny cried along with her and laughed harder.

For the first time since Harry proposed, Ginny felt nothing but excitement for her wedding, and it felt amazing!

The moment seemed to cocoon her and her little sororitas, and Ginny didn't notice as Josh consulted with Marisol, arranging the details, keeping Ginny focused on what was most important.

When the euphoric fog finally lifted, all Ginny had to do was approve the sale.

Ginny signed on the dotted line and then took a deep breath and swallowed her pride.

"I think I owe you lunch," she turned to Josh, "and a thank you."

Josh shrugged, "You didn't kill me so I say we're even."

"Really Josh," Ginny smiled, wishing her whole wedding planning experience could feel like this, "Thank you."

"Just tell that beau of yours I did my job." Josh winked at her as she climbed into Vic's car.

"I think you have a crush on my fiance but I'll tell him you did fabulously," Ginny laughed.

Josh waved as Vic started the car.

"So, what will we be telling Harry and Ted when we get back to yours?"

Ginny sighed happily, "That it was magical."

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The magic seemed to fade quickly. In the midst of holiday madness and then the New Year and Valentine's Day, Ginny continued to drop the ball on her own wedding planning.

The last straw was the beginning March when she had to pay an extra 20% to get her invitations printed on a rush order because she had somehow not managed to approve the design when she read the initial email with the proof from the designer.

She came home close to tears that day.

"Hey love," Harry called from his office. "I'll be done in just a minute."

"No rush," Ginny set everything down and moved to the kitchen.

She might as well get dinner going. Maybe she was shite at planning her own wedding, but at least her mother taught her how to cook. She started pulling pans and ingredients down and setting them out on the counter, simultaneously trying to calm the cacophony inside her head.

Why, oh why was she so useless at one of the few things she desperately wanted (and her budget needed her) to be amazing at? Ginny was just grateful she was staying on top of her clients' weddings. She didn't think she could handle it if she was letting her clients down too and not just herself.

She reached into the cupboard for a jar and as she pulled it out, it slipped from her grasp and shattered against the floor.

It was an accident, her logical thinking brain tried to calm the thundering storm of emotion that threatened to spill over with the contents of the jar onto the floor. But the emotional storm only saw the jar smashing onto the floor as some sort of foreshadowing for what she was going to end up doing to her own wedding. That the whole event would be ruined because she couldn't handle planning her own wedding.

"Ginny!" Harry came into the kitchen seconds after the jar hit the floor. "Are you alright?"

Ginny nodded, staring at the mess on the floor as she willed herself to not cry.

"You're not hurt are you?" Harry wrapped a tentative hand around her fingers.

His touch was what did her in. The tears came rushing through the broken dam as she realized that she wasn't just going to ruin her big day, she was going to ruin Harry's too.

"I'm not hurt," she hiccuped as Harry immediately tensed and his face went panic-stricken. "I'm just ruining everything! And I'm going to ruin our wedding and I just want to be able to something right!"

The last words came out in heavy sobs and Ginny collapsed into Harry as he pulled her to him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he pulled her away from the kitchen and guided her to the sofa. He held her until the sobbing had receded to simply crying before talking again.

"Gin, love, why do you think you're going to ruin our wedding?"

"Because I keep screwing it up," Ginny felt the heavy sobs threatening to return and tried to swallow them back down.

"You mean the little mishaps you've had with planning it?"

Anger bubbled up at Harry's opinion that her mistakes were minor. "Right 'little mishaps' like having to pay an extra 20% on our invitations today because I'm an idiot and didn't get them approved in time. Harry, I could lose my job for doing that with a client and I'd be the one paying that 20% out of my pocket, not the client. So excuse me for feeling like these 'little mishaps' are more than just grammatical errors in my emails!"

Harry sat in stunned silence a moment before pulling Ginny against him. "I'm sorry. I belittled your feelings and I'm sorry."

Stupid Neville and his stupid psychology voodoo teaching Harry good ways to de-escalate.

"I hate your friend," Ginny muttered as she felt the fight start to go out of her.

"I'll let Nev know," Harry chuckled. "Do you want to talk more about what's wrong and how I could help?"

Ginny heaved a heavy sigh. "I don't know what to do."

"Well," Harry furrowed his brow, "When I say that to Nev, he always asks me three questions. First is how do I feel now; the second is how do I want to feel, and third is how do I think I could get there from where I am now."

Ginny huffed, "Fine, right now I feel like absolute shite. I feel like a failure."

"Alright," Harry nodded, "and how do you want to tell feel?"

A very large part of Ginny wanted to answer with some smart remark, but Harry was trying and she determined she could put that effort in too. So she really considered it, how did she want to feel? The answer hit her so fast she laughed.

"I want to feel the way I did at my dress appointment." In spite of how awful she felt, just the memory of her dress appointment brought a smile to her tear-streaked face.

Harry's grin was immediate, "So how do we get you there from here?"

That step felt a bit more like a gut punch. She would have to call Josh and admit that she couldn't do this, she couldn't plan her own wedding.

"Hey," Harry brought a gentle hand to her cheek, "where did that beautiful smile go?"

Ginny sighed, "It got swallowed up in my pride. To get myself from where I am now to where I want to be, I have to admit to my work that I wasn't cut out for planning my own wedding, that I failed and all my insistence that I could do this on my own was me having a big head."

"First of all," Harry shook his head, "I would be willing to bet our house that if your job wasn't coordinating weddings you would have handled ours just fine. Second, you have not failed, you've just made yourself miserable. Third, you had every right to be sure of yourself, every wedding you've ever planned has been amazing." Then Harry guided her eyes back up to his with caressing fingers. "But Gin, I need you to know that I'll marry you right now if that's what you want. If you want to throw the idea of a traditional wedding out the door, then I'm happy to throw the deposits away and go to the register office with your parents and Teddy and Vic and call it done. All I want is you."

And then Ginny was crying again for a whole new reason as she looked into the green, green eyes of the man she loved. He was right. They could just get married at the register office and call it done, forget the money spent and cut their losses. It was tempting, oh it was tempting. But her mother's words of regret echoed in her mind. Words of sadness that she hadn't made anyone take a picture of her and Arthur when they eloped. Regret that she had nothing to show her children from that day. Regret that there would be no wedding pictures to display at her funeral. Charlie had joked that they would just display everyone else's wedding pictures at Molly's funeral. Ginny suddenly wanted to make sure she was one of those pictures. She wanted to tell her children how wonderful it all was, and to have them sorting through wedding pictures when she was long gone.

And she wanted all of that more than she wanted to protect her pride.

"I need to call Josh," she hiccuped.

"You're sure?"

Ginny nodded as she pulled a tissue from the box before slipping her phone from her pocket.

"He's been begging for this since you proposed."

Harry chuckled, "We'll tell him he owes you a favor then."

"I honestly think he's doing me the favor, but he definitely is going to be excited."

Josh cheered so loud when she asked him to take over her wedding Harry heard it from the kitchen as he cleaned up the broken jar, and Ginny had to hold the phone away from her ear.

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nikatyler · 5 years

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No way, simmeronnie is doing replies again? :o It’s been a month, I know. It’s been hard, exams and all that. I’ve talked about that a lot. Now I’m in so much better place. I’ve read what I wrote in my diary a few months ago (February and March to be exact) and wow...just wow. If you compare me from now to me from those months, you wouldn’t even believe we’re the same person. Right now, I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while. Back then, I’m honestly surprised I didn’t give up. I was so tired of everything.

Onto something else. I thought I’d catch up on a lot of blogs now that my graduation is done, but actually, I got carried away reading a good book (and therefore I didn’t actually catch up on too many blogs). Guys, you all need to read Illuminae. I finished the trillogy today and man, it was so good. Don’t get intimidated by how big the books are, yesterday I read over 400 pages and I didn’t even know how. It’s just so good. Read it. Seriously. I hope you like a good plot twist because these books are full of them. It’ll leave you speechless.

I’m just excited I can read books that have nothing to do with exams again, okay? Tomorrow I’m starting...I’m not sure. Probably The Burning Maze by Rick Riordan. FINALLY.

Anyway, blog stuff. I thought I’d only do the latest replies since my activity feed was broken, but now I was able to scroll down a lot. I wasn’t paying attention and suddenly I was at comments from April. So yeah, that thing I screamed about this week, apparently it’s fixed itself. Though I’m still not sure if it shows all of the comments. Oh well. I worked with what I was able to get.

By the way, in these replies, I did not include the “congrats” comments when I said I got through my exams. But I saw you all, and honestly, thank you so much. I was thinking about this the other day, and I think one of the reasons why I made it through high school was simblr. This is my happy place. Most of the time.

autistichatkid replied to your photoset “Oh no. OH NO. Guys I fried another one of my sims.”

ronnie pls be more careful you know how these things go

*looks at my own sunburnt arms* I won’t ever learn

starburstshores replied to your photoset “Nerine no that’s not the way”

Jesus can walk on water, Nerine can swim through land

she’s a Reverse Jesus

starburstshores replied to your photoset “Nerine: “Wakey wakey…” Regan: “Huh? Wha - Nerine? What are you doing...”

This is some Edward Cullen shit she’s pulling ��

Let’s be real, even with how Regan and Nerine’s story is going, it’s still a better love story than Twilight ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hold on, do people still say that?

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Regan: “Hi mum! What’s up?” Miracle: “Regan, you might want to sit...”

OMG WHAT"S HAPPENING OMG

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Regan: “Mum?” Miracle: “Yes sweetheart?” Regan: “He’s going to make...”

Yoo he better make it ��

autistichatkid replied to your photoset “Regan: “Hi mum! What’s up?” Miracle: “Regan, you might want to sit...”

oh god no

I can’t explain how I felt writing this. I’m not too empathetic when it comes to other people (and it sucks), but when it comes to “ok how would my character feel in this scene”, I’m immediately in their shoes, and let me tell you, I actually cried, even though I knew damn well how it was going to end. But I also knew what was happening next, and that’s why I cried too. Writing is weird sometimes.

alfalfalegacy replied to your photo “Coming soon…”

Marie looks super pretty in this!!

Thank you. I forgot she was this pretty. I couldn’t believe that when I loaded her for the first time after all these months. I mean, in the regular legacy, I don’t even see her around anymore too much.

vintageplumbobs replied to your photoset “Nerine: “I hate to be doing this, but it’s the only way. I’m sorry...”

Eeeeeeeeeshk.

pxelatedtrash replied to your photoset “Nerine: “I hate to be doing this, but it’s the only way. I’m sorry...”

I stopped liking her when she would always shut Regan down but now I really don't like her and i hope beyond belief that Regan can get away.

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “Nerine: “I hate to be doing this, but it’s the only way. I’m sorry...”

Wow I didnt like her before I definitely don't like her now.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Nerine: “I hate to be doing this, but it’s the only way. I’m sorry...”

Ahem

Hmmm I had a feeling that thee was something wrong with their fast developing relationship

There indeed WAS something wrong with her. I hinted at it a few times, sometimes it was just a little thing that probably only I saw as foreshadowing, but it kept getting more and more obvious towards the end. And wow. Yeah. She really went that far.

Also, can I just say, I weirdly enjoyed seeing how at first, everyone was like “yaaaaas, mermaid girlfriend”, whereas now it’s more like “oh no. OH NO. STAY AWAY FROM OUR GIRL”.

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “Regan: “Because…because I love you. You’re right. You’re all that...”

Nerine is awful! Someone please save Regan!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Regan: “Because…because I love you. You’re right. You’re all that...”

EXPLAIN DIS NERINE!

fishingforsims replied to your photoset “Regan: “Because…because I love you. You’re right. You’re all that...”

My brain rn is just “!!!!!”

She just wants her. That’s her explanation. She doesn’t care about anything else, as long as her beloved human will stay right there in Isla Paradiso.

I’m just now thinking, how the hell did I go from the first story idea for Regan to this. In the original story, there were no creepy psycho mermaid girlfriends. There was...a lot of Bridgeport...some cheating...a lot of guilty feelings...more feelings towards Courtney...Felix didn’t end up with her in that storyline but there would be a love triangle with another person...and considering I’m not actually the biggest fan of love triangles, I as a writer am glad I somehow ended up with a psycho mermaid girlfriend story. It was way more interesting to figure out and write.

But if Regan could decide, I’m pretty sure she’d rather end up in a love triangle 😬

Let me tease you though: There’ll still be a lot of Bridgeport later.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Gwyneth Ellen Clare flirty | perfectionist | family oriented | neat |...”

Was it cliffhanger? Le gasp

Anyway I'm looking forward to see you BRP!

Oh I just saw the tagsXD Don't mind me I think I have to go to bed

Wait still a cliffhanger. Just not as big as I initially thought. Don't mind me��

Haha no worries, this happens to me all the time, I forget to read the tags or caption and then I’m like huh??? What’s happening?? :D But I’m glad you’re looking forward to the BPR, I’m happy to be finally posting it. I’m not sure if it’ll be just as fun as my NSB, but it certainly won’t be as sad as the current story. You guys deserve a break.

Oh, another teaser: Guess what you guys will get in my BPR? An idiot to yell at. Not Ross-level idiot, but still an idiot.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Coming soon…”

*patiently waits*

It’s coming...very soon!

cloudberry-sims replied to your photoset “Nerine: “Now. You were supposed to move out of the houseboat by the...”

Oh that's evil Nerine...

‘Cause baby she’s a nightmare dressed like a daydream

I’m sorry, I can’t stop referencing Taylor Swift, that’s just who I am

melien replied to your photoset “Regan: “This place is heaven on Earth.” Nerine: “Wouldn’t it be great...”

So yeah this was the post where I kind of figured out something seems off... if I'm not mistaken there were also posts where George warns her but I didn't think much of them

One of the things I enjoy doing when I finish the first draft of something is going back and making hints. Tiny little pieces of foreshadowing. And then it grows and grows and gets more obvious. This was never going to end well. I think I already hinted at it when Regan was saying goodbye to her family before going to Isla Paradiso, though I’m not sure. But I think I left first little clues there.

melien replied to your photoset “Nerine: “I hate to be doing this, but it’s the only way. I’m sorry...”

I first saw pics, then the text... and thought wow damn can mermaids do this? But yeah I love where this is going. I like this kind of creepy

Yeah I had to help myself with Photoshop here, there would be no other way to make it clear that she enchanted/brainwashed her. But damn, it would be cool if something like that was actually in the game. Sea creatures like mermaids don’t always have to be nice. What about sirens from the old mythology? I mean, what they did was getting people killed.

sinfulwunders replied to your post “Today is my graduation day and I’m already almost crying even though I...”

My graduation was last month and I was balling my eyes out �� I understand how you feel

Ahh yes...I was in a car today and we were driving past my high school. I started thinking about it all again and I just can’t believe that just two months ago, we were still sitting there in a classroom, praying for it all to end. And now it’s over and it’s weird and I want to go back because somehow I miss it.

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “George: “I’m worried about you. There’s something wrong. This isn’t...”

George take her away before it's too late!

He kinda...I don’t want to say he fucked up at this point, but if he hadn’t walked away, things could’ve really been different, huh?

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “George: “Regan, what the hell is going on?” Regan: “You wouldn’t...”

Girl you are definitely not feeling well and this isn't love:/

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “George: “I’m worried about you. There’s something wrong. This isn’t...”

Girl you do sound like zombie!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Regan: “You say that as if it was a bad thing. Get lost, George. I...”

Whaaaaaa?

There better be a wizard near you to un-zombie you, Regan!

That’s how it is with brainwashed people, isn’t it?

No, all jokes and dumb remarks aside, when I wrote Regan in this brainwashed state, it was so hard. Not that writing was hard, handling my feelings was hard. I knew she was hurting everyone and I had to keep going because I wanted to tell this story. Like I said, writing is weird sometimes.

Also, speaking of wizards...how convenient it is that her brother is one now? :D Which actually...I didn’t plan for him to become a wizard just to save her. I didn’t plan for him to befriend a fairy just to save her either. It just all sort of happened. Just like life, huh? Nothing is perfectly planned, you just have to play with whatever you have, and I was lucky this time.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Weeks had passed since my last meeting with George. Things got better....”

Yeah I wonder why? Maybe because they are worried about you, too? You never came and anything could happen to you!

She doesn’t care about that. Well, she does, but she doesn’t know that with this whole “your family is useless and I’m the only one who matters to you” haze Nerine put over her.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Regan: “Hey mum. How’s life?” Miracle: “What did you just say?” Regan:...”

Miracle, come and get 'er before it's too late!

She would. Honestly, I believe she would, if things weren’t already hard at home for her.

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Miracle for everything she’s gone through? She was “unwanted” at school because she was half alien, she had to share a room with an awful bully at university, then when that hell was over, she became a mother to six children, and now this...when I think of all that has happened, I realize how strong she actually is, because none of this made her give up.

I’ve had so many issues with her story, but looking at her from this perspective, maybe I shouldn’t have.

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “Miracle: “Regan - he was asking about you. He was looking forward to...”

Ugh your girlfriend doesn't want you. She wants to control you. There's a big difference.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Miracle: “Regan - he was asking about you. He was looking forward to...”

Sure your girlfriend WANTS it not YOU!

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK AND HOPE REGAN IS ONE OF THEM

I shouldn’t joke about these things but...it’s how I cope

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Will: “Sorry I left you waiting. I was with my mum.” Roan: “That’s...”

Nerine happened, Roan

Pretty much

autistichatkid replied to your photoset “Will: “What do you mean?” Roan: “Most mermaids - or so I’ve heard from...”

IM SO GLAD WILL AND ROAN ARE THE ONES TBAT ARE GONNA GO RESCUE HER AAAAAA

I was so happy when I figured that out too?? Honestly I thought Will and Roan were going to have the least interesting story but then they prove me wrong and uhhh

I love them so much??

melien replied to your photoset “Miracle: “Regan - he was asking about you. He was looking forward to...”

Poor Regan, I believe she's strong enough to get out of this mind funk... or someone cares about her enough to save her

It’ll all be revealed soon...

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Will: “What do you mean?” Roan: “Most mermaids - or so I’ve heard from...”

Omg

OMG

I actually really like when supernatural creatures have their let's call them quirks which define their difference to humans! That's really really cool!

Actually, me too, even when it means bad things for the main characters!

#replies #autistichatkid #starburstshores #tiny-tany-thaanos #alfalfalegacy #vintageplumbobs #pxelatedtrash #dandylion240 #fishingforsims #cloudberry-sims #melien #sinfulwunders

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peachyjie · 6 years

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Half Past Three - Pt.2 || Zhu Xing Jie

|| Part 1 ||

Warning : you may suffer and be miserable when reading the part 1, I’m telling you bc I myself cried when I wrote it. No jokes, and go to Ashes when you’re done n love zzt. Pls.

A/N : No, I did not plan to update this last part this long. It’s been in my drafts since the Part 1 was posted *sorry Huba* and basically I’ve been busy with requests. So here we are peeps, the part 2! And happy 200 *that alr passed like 5 days ago???* Just enjoy :>

Requested : No, but a lot had asked about the existence of it so here it is ya’ll!

Pairing : Zhu Xing Jie - Reader

Genre : angst + slight!fluff

Summary : The feeling of losing someone will always hurt the most, but what about the feeling of seeing the one you lost suddenly came back?

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He flicks his phone off for the fifth time, a soft sighs left in between his lips. He stared at the now darken screen, hesitant. “Just make the call”, Xingjie whipped his head towards the voice. Wang Lin Kai

5 months

The same sad gaze the younger always give him after the tragic break up. He remembers when he told them about his decisions, all 3 pairs of eyes give out the same reactions.

Pain, sadness and disappointment

He remembers the voice that echoes in his mind, everyday haunting him. He tried everything to forget. He hope he did the right thing.

He tried to make new works but are all the same, they ended up in the bin.Everything is killing his light. He was pressured, he lost it. He spent months coped up in his own studio, away from any interactions. It was so bad until the point Linkai and Yankai had to dragged him out.

He almost gave up. Almost

He remembers seeing Linkai slamming a paper on the table, staring at the older male. “Ge, let’s go. From square one. You, me, Yanchen-ge and Yankai”.

And here he is now, close yet so far from his spotlight. 4 months ago, he told the younger that the furthest he would probably survive till the 2nd elimination. But here he is now, standing tall and lean, walking to his own hope.

Maybe you are right, maybe this is his time.

Xingjie grabs his jacket and ran out out to the breezing night sky. He yelled out, trying to get the heavy sick feeling out of him. He’s weak, fragile and vulnerable.

Selfish

He’s really selfish. From the pin point of sacrificing his dreams, to losing every hope he has in his career. It ended up making him breaking the string with you, thinking everything will go smoothly.

He didn’t trust you, your words. It was too imaginative thinking one day he will achieve it. Driving him to the edge of giving up, on hope and on his dreams. Yet here he is now, a step closer to acknowledgements.

He was the one who promised he would stay by your side, supporting each other. But he was the one who ended the us, yet he is selfish enough to want you back in his life.

He stared at the midnight sky, empty. The last night before the Final, and he was desperate. He needed this chance, his last one. He needed you

Drawing random lines on the window pane, you expect nothing. You had it the worst. When he broke it off with you, your life drastically change. Your energy depleted, you lost your own appetite, your mind would always wonder to god knows where and your heart kept aching for him.

Odd, you could say to yourself. It was amazing how a certain feeling could change so fast. One day both of you are really in love with another to even think about breaking up. Then the next day the nightmare happen, yelling and excessive tones thrown to one another resolving to the string being cut off.

Hence, you could never forget about it. You chose to stay on your spot and let time heal it. But it seems like time was also playing with you. 5 months and you felt nothing change. You only felt yourself weaken, being miserable.

Until your phone rang, and it’s from him

Silence, none of you tried to speak out. Afraid, too scared both of you might even break by opening a mouth. Both of you can hear each other’s heavy breathing, the lumps coming in stopping any words from coming out.

“It’s half past three, why aren’t you in bed?”, he started first. You almost choked hearing his voice after so long, the soft tone laced in concern. You wished you could laugh but you knew this was already enough to break you.

“I could say the same to you”, you said back almost in a whisper. He chuckled weakly, breaking a small smile even if you can’t see it. He sighed.

“Come to my Finals tomorrow”, he said. You stayed silent, unable to think of an answer. Xingjie probably noticed this, but he wasn’t ready to give up. He’s desperate, he needs this. He needs you to be there

“We miss you. Linkai, Yanchen, Yankai and me.”, Xingjie choked out. He knows you can feel his desperation through the line, but he didn’t care. “Come to my Finals tomorrow. Please”

You were sobbing, tears a little by a little slowly falling down your face. Trimming lines that shines by the moonlight’s light. “I miss you”, he said as a final. Waiting for your answer, the heavy feeling in his heart.

And the bullet hits him too hard. “I’m sorry, Jie. I can’t”

He didn’t know what kept him hoping, what made him think you’re playing a sick joke just to surprise him. He thinks you’re playing with him.

Because in every stage he performed in the large stage, he would search. Even until the time he stood waiting for the Final’s announcement, he searched. He didn’t care how impossible it was to find you in that many sea of people. He still searched.

Until the end of the show, he didn’t find you. He didn’t see the familiar pair of eyes that belongs to you, you never came.

He felt sick downs itself in him, he felt like a sore loser. Because once again, his light went off. He didn’t make it. He lost his chance again.

It didn’t take long for him to lose his light, but it didn’t take too long for the light to come back. People started acknowledging him, see him in a bigger perspective. As if a new gate opens up for him, his life changed.

People started to know who he was, what he really does. Things are actually going well. His music are known and it pushes him to do better. He felt a new glint of light passing in his dark road.

But that wasn’t enough. Xingjie is an idiot, an idiot filled with regret. He felt lost and empty, there’s still a hollow in his heart. He started to feel the intensity of the torture more and more. He should’ve trusted you

But was it too late?

You couldn’t help but smile at his success. You knew he can do it and he finally did. He may think you didn’t even care, but you still supported him even after the breakup. Knowing he went to another show to start from one again, you tried your best on helping him.

Seeing him going up each day sent you flying. You’re proud of him, he finally did it. He got to grasp to his dream, he found his light to lighten up his own road.

You couldn’t even ask for anything more.

Xingjie was laughing with the other trainees as they were practicing for the event later on. He felt loose and content everyone is getting the light they deserved on to. Yanchen took a bottle of water and gave one to him, Xingjie accepted it and nodded as a thank you.

“Make the call”, Yanchen said of out the blue. Xingjie just screw the cap and put the bottle beside him and sighed. “It’s no use, it’ll be just like last time”, he stood up trying to proceed on practicing again.

It wasn’t until Yanchen grabs his hand, staring at his Ge with a slight glint in his eyes. “You never know if you don’t try”, and lets the older one go.

And there he was, standing once again on stage. He felt the pride slowly hugging his figure, the content smile on his face. How much had he longed to stand on it, performing. He had his fun, he made it all last.

Trying his best to sustain the longest memory on stage before going back, to another pause wondering if there is another one after this. He longed for it

Microphone on his hand, he smiled at the sea of people who are staring at him in adoration. He smiled wider. The shine in his eyes was back, he felt content wanting this moment to last.

Then that’s when he saw, he met the pair of eyes that’s so familiar to him. The same eyes that would crinkled in his own dumb jokes, the eyes that always stares at him in adoration, but also the eyes that’s staring at him full of pride and love right now.

You

You came. Xingjie didn’t know anymore, he was frozen. Then he was laughing, trying to compose himself but he felt like he’s losing it. He didn’t care, you actually came.

You locked eyes with him, a banner covering half of your face. Your eyes crinkled as you smiled too wide noticing his own laugh. You see him staring at you again, those eyes that you always love. He stared, soon a wide smile is on him again. Mouthing the words he sees on your banner, he laughed a little again.

I knew you could do it, I love you

The same glimmer and light on him never once faded, he just shines brighter than ever. Once again he made a song you knew that was dedicated to you. He locked his eyes to you once more, he mouthed.

Thank you

You smiled, the feeling never changed. Both of you got separated but yet like a magnet was drawn back to one another. He thought he lost you forever, but who knew you came back to him anyways.

When you went back home ready to wash up and go to bed, before your phone rang. You smiled, the same time like last time. You slide to answer, your heart swelling.

“It’s half past three, why aren’t you in bed?”, you laughed. Loud and in content, no aching heart this time. He chuckled, adoration and love in him.

“Come back to me now, Y/N”

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douchebagbrainwaves · 3 years

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HERE'S WHAT I JUST REALIZED ABOUT THING

Most people think they hate math, but the actual goal of architects is to make fun of it. I tried displaying the names of things should be short. Among companies, the best early adopters are usually other startups. They're a lot of them. Just two or three. Till now, VCs' claims about how much value they added were sort of like the government's. I'm not criticizing Steve and Alexis. Give hackers an inch and they'll take you a mile. If they didn't know what language our software was written in, or didn't care, I wanted to keep it that way.

Three months later they're transformed: they have so much more confidence that they seem as if they had a policy of censoring nothing except spam. The most important is distance. But I think it is a Web site. In fact, I don't think we would have done it already. I wanted to make to the software, listening closely to the users as you do now, at sixteen? Meanwhile, the one thing you can measure is dangerously misleading. Programmers get very attached to their favorite languages, and I think that's due to the kind of people it wants. You should take extraordinary measures not just to acquire users, but also to make them irrelevant. People will say things in anonymous forums that they'd never dare say to someone's face, just as more people could have computers once microprocessors made them cheap.

And so these languages especially among nontechnical people like managers and VCs got to be considered as the languages for serious software development. It's not so important what you work on, so long as you're still actively developing the product. All you'll need will be something with a keyboard, a screen, and a server collocated at an ISP. But vaguely understood questions and ends up getting lost in a sea of words. Maybe the answer is to offer more general, underlying stuff, and let people design whatever object systems they want as libraries. I liked. When I ask people what they regret most about high school, I let myself believe that my job was to be able to start startups than could before. Far more important is to take intellectual responsibility for oneself. They might even be better off financially. How much is that extra attention worth? I wrote this talk for a high school. What they really mean is, don't get demoralized.

Several of the fractal buds that have exploded since ancient times involve inventing and discovering new things. If it seems like a daunting task to do philosophy, here's an encouraging thought. Since most released bugs involved borderline cases, the users who encountered them were likely to be one. And so, by word of mouth and references in later works; their doctrines could be described as a marketplace usually has to start in a subset of the market in which you can get away with zero self-discipline, experience, and then ask: what should I do now to get there? Ordinarily technology changes fast. In an essay I wrote a couple years ago I read an interview with a mathematician who said that most nights he went to the local public school. It works a lot better for a small team of good, trusted programmers than it would take to write it again. After decades of competition that could best be described as speculative cosmology that occasionally strays into analysis.

You have to work as if it will be because it's more convenient. I learned that I don't exist. I've described is not going away. No one is going to have to try to guess what's going on, as you would with desktop software: you should be able to get at your data from any computer. What makes good food? But in ambitious adults, instead of letting it flow together with everyday sadness to produce what seems an alarmingly large pool. Perfectionism is often an excuse for procrastination, and in any case your initial model of users is always inaccurate, even if your group has only 10 people. After an angel round meant a collection of cells that lurches around driven by various forces, and calls itself I. The mud flat morphs into a well. Well, you don't have to know if I bet on everything just being on the server. Thanks to Jessica Livingston and Chris Steiner for reading drafts of this. I'm not sure how much credit to give him.

Thanks to Simon Willison, Robert Morris, Greg Mcadoo, Greg McAdoo, Chris Small, and Sam Altman for sparking my interest in this topic.

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lorenkilldeer-blog · 6 years

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2017 Re-Cap!

When I was a child I thought that writing was filling a notebook with words and walking to the next editorial to get it published. I could fill a notebook, but I didn't have any place to walk into or ask for a ride to the publishing world.

When I wrote my first novel I thought to myself I would always write for an empty audience, so it was okay not to try. I didn't know anyone who was a writer, and everyone I used to know was long gone away. I wasn't thinking about having readers at all.

(Note to reader;

Sorry, I lied. When I wrote my first novel I was thirteen, I took the notebook with me for a travel, wrote the last sentence in a cabin by the sea. I was sitting at the table, in front of an open door/window and the sea was truly blue, and the sand was truly white.

Of course, I was thirteen and you can't take anything from that age to be serious. It was a horrible draft and it had around fifty written pages, with drawings in the middle.

I told my parents I just finished the first draft and they didn't say anything more than ‘Well, okay'.

So, that one doesn't count. Let's continue.)

When I had my first couple of (truly) bad horror stories, writing about rats the most, I started thinking for a name for my blog, and that made my head fly because I never thought I would be the kind of person so extrovert to promote myself into a bunch of strangers. For me, it was like getting naked in front of a crowd.

By the way, the name for lorenwrites is taken by a blogger dad of two girls.

That's how the internet works. You do get naked in front of a crowd, but everyone is naked too, and everyone, include you, is wearing a mask. The first time is weird, by the third time you are used to it. The beauty stands that you don't care about the mask anymore, and at the end, your mask reflects more of you than your face ever will.

So I started doing things that the person without a mask wouldn't do. Taking photos is one.

At first, I took photographs of what I found interesting. I made some photo-shoots in my garden; I worked out some portraits to hand in my social media. I posted it all, all together because I didn't know better.

Later I would start taking photos of whatever I found on hand that it was old enough to be reconsidered. I didn't write anything, I wasn't sure what to say that genuinely could catch your attention.

‘Is anyone reading this?'

Those are the kind of questions that don't get the writing done.

I traveled far away, to Japan to be specific, which got one of my dreams come true.

There I started talking about my photos. I wrote everything on the cell phone, directly on the Instagram app. Whatever I put below each photograph, it was, for sure, horribly written. I ran out of stamina quite soon, as I ventured deeper and longer inside the country. When I came back home, I felt a little bit broken.

It's been months, and still each morning I wake up wanting to come back.

I've been having ideas for coming back there. Like applying for an internship. Seriously wondering how much one of those one-room-apartments would cost. I never work on those plans. If I go I would have to leave many people behind and I don't know if I can.

I guess that's the double face of being in a place so soul changing.

When I came back I started working every day, and in the mornings I immersed myself into a, what I thought, a horror story called The Yurei. When I reached page fifty I realized that I wanted to go back to the beginning to better it. It wasn't a story anymore, but I wasn't ready for that novel.

On July I had a crisis. By the end of the month, I had left everything.

When August started I came back to some old notes I had for a novel I was planning to write as soon as I could. It took me some more time to realize that if I really was planning on writing and publish that new novel, I needed to get in touch with my audience. I opened the Instagram app again and realized I still had a certain amount of followers. So, I grabbed an old notebook and made a To-Do-List.

It had been months since the last time I published something on my blog.

While working on it I started writing about the photographs I was taking. Cell phone grew short on me and I started working on the computer. I grabbed mom's camera.

(Another note;

The same camera from when my mother took a year-long course of professional photography. I never saw any of her photographs. The camera, at the moment a fairly expensive Olympus, was always empty.

Now the Olympus is still a good camera, but not a new professional one. It's so old that I couldn't find a new memory card for it. It's still the camera I would worry if it broke. It works, perfectly).

A couple of months ago I opened my Tumblr to post my daily stories.

I don't know why I wanted to write about me. You know, I still live with my parents. I barely leave the house. Everything I have done, I have done it from my room. The other day I bumped into a table while cleaning the floor and I blurted ‘sorry' to it.

My friends left me as their careers became more difficult and even though recess has already started, they never called me back.

Why would someone be interested in my life?

Those are the kind of questions that don't get the writing done.

Because, at the end, the twenty thousand characters Instagram allows were few to me. I wanted to keep on writing, but it was like a plant inside a crystal cage, pressing the glass, looking for air. The characters were fighting to break the page.

It surprised me the most how easy it was to find the right people to be with. The incredible quantity of good, positive messages you could find on the site. I learned things that I wouldn't have learned otherwise because there are a lot of themes that are not talked about here. This is because of ignorance, or indifference, against many kinds of people, and I don't want to be ignorant, either indifferent, anymore.

When December came I got somehow anxious.

It’s the time when everyone is seeing back on the year and counted how much they had achieved. I had to lives to weight, separately: My life as a freelance artist and my life as a writer.

I wanted to see back, but I’m having a hard time seeing my professional evolution. I lost some months due to depression and worked on dead-end projects. I filled drawers and drawers of pages, not to ever be published. I got a deal, a small one. I haven't been paid a cent yet, on my first working alone year.

I was afraid of some big eye looking at me and telling me I have failed at everything, and how everyone (younger, more talented, more worthy than me) was doing better.

But on the writer part of my life, I have ever reached so far. I never knew I could. So, I guess, I didn't lose this year, or at least, not all of it.

Keep on working hard.

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trowelfrog4-blog · 5 years

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Colony @ Eco City tour!

Hello everyone!

So the launch of Colony @ Eco City has come and gone (two weeks ago) and I’m finally getting around to blogging about it! T____T I haven’t really been writing much about it so this post is gonna be it ok hold on to your seats wtf.

We’ve been working on this since last December so it’s been like 7 months in the coming!

This project was quite different from our first one, when honestly I had no idea what I was doing. I thought this would be easier, having gone through it once before. As usual I was wrong. Lol.

The first Colony used to be a serviced office before we took it over. All we had to do really, was renovate and furnish it. Sure, we added facilities and equipment, upgraded the Internet and things like that, but everything was mostly set up already.

For Eco City, we had a completely blank space. Only concrete walls and floor and exposed piping. So we got to work. We first submitted our plans for approval from DBKL and Bomba (City Council and Fire Department)… but first I had to go talk to engineers too for drawing up the plans. My first time dealing with anything like this, but the engineer was so nice he walked me through the entire process, step by step. I understood then, but my sieve-like memory has forgotten some of it now. -_-

After that came the electrical drawings, the plumbing drawings, fire safety drawings, data points, airconditioning, flooring, furnishing….

All these came from our awesome design team ok. I merely nodded and trusted Buddha WTF.

Then came the fun part – design.

When we first secured the space, we were ecstatic – huge floor to ceiling windows, tons of natural light, nice spacious square shape. It even faced a hill which had a river running towards us. #goodfengshui It’s also bigger than our KLCC location and Fatty and I imagined it would be our flagship location.

So since it’s Colony… what theme would be better than a (British) Colonial theme? I have no idea how other designers work but for me, it really helps if I have a strong theme in mind to allude to. Because I like a lot of things wtf and I don’t want to stray off track hahaha. A theme helps remind me and keep me focused I guess.

I usually try to strike a balance between ‘homey’ and ‘comfortable’ and ‘luxurious’ for Colony so I felt this theme matched the purpose as well. Colonial style decoration would be grand enough, yet toned down enough for people to relax in it.

This was our first artist’s impression.

*poker face*

It’s nice! But it looks like The Majestic. Or Fullerton in Singapore. When I thought colonial, I totally forgot that it’s a popular theme for hotels in this region hahaha.

I thought it needed a bit more character, or something to change it up a bit. Working on Colony, I learned that I like contrasts in design, and this design was too straight in getting to its destination. Does that make sense?

I asked, how about adding some unexpected colors? Like pink?

*more poker face*

*puts saline drops in eyes*

I removed the fuchsia and replaced it with pastel pink. And eliminated the Buncho yellow.

Results were much better! We also added a whole bunch of elements traditionally associated with colonial style: a lot of greenery in the form of big leafed plants like banana and palm, blue and white Chinese porcelain, brass fixtures, beautiful old books, and rattan.

And here’s the final result! 🙂

Here’s the cafe area. The cafe in Eco City is run by The Embassy, who have an outlet in Starling Mall too.

We chose a gorgeous dull mint color for the cafe which contrasts so well with the pink! ID was skeptical about too many colors but I love itttttt.

We did marble topped tables for the old school charm and rattan backed chairs.

The lounge area where people can chill, have discussions or hot desk.

The day beds on the right are my pride and joy. T___T I kept thinking in the initial design drafts that the ‘colonialism’ wasn’t coming out strong enough. I’m so glad I saw these canopy beds on Pinterest hahahaha. Cos they really make the space! This pic was taken before the canopies arrived so I might update this later.

Designer customized the beds for seating; I imagined full on beds but these are much better cos I don’t want people to have to put their feet up when they sit down la hahaha can’t be too comfortable wtf.

Details: we put in standing louvers, painted black. When I was Fighter’s age, I lived in my grandparents’ Colonial terrace house in Penang which had louvered windows so this is so nostalgic for me. 🙂

Our throws are cased in mostly botanical prints or animal skin prints. For rugs we used handwoven rattan-like rugs.

Spin behind the cafe a bit. Lockers for our Reserved Desk guests (who don’t have locked drawers for their belongings) are on the left. Straight in front is the kids’ playroom.

The kids’ room includes a nursing room! The cushion is so apt ok. When your nips are bleeding and you’re putting cabbage leaves on your boobs to stop the clog, remember what the cushion says wtf.

Anyway yellow armchair for momma to sit, next to it are appropriate baby supplies – diapers, wet wipes and even nursing pads thoughtfully provided by Applecrumby and Fish. And changing table on the left!

Here’s the playroom! Walls are done in customized wallpaper. Picket fence is there to corrall off screaming and running lolol.

Inside we have a slide, a dolls’ house, and a city scape set up…

And a toy kitchen on the other side. All from Taobao LOL GOOD BUYS LEH. Sorry I don’t know where to get it cos ID got everything.

The highlight is this wtf. There was a little bit of space under the stairs outside so we broke it in and created this little nook. Then Katrine created a house facade around it and filled it with beds, cushions and lots of stuffed animals. I think it’s the critters’ favorite part of Colony actually.

Back out again. Another view of the lounge and Reserved Desks area.

Phone booths are done up in pink! One of my favorite details here.

What a phone booth at Colony @ Eco City looks like.

Inside we have an old fashioned writing desk and chair, with a Persian style rug on hardwood floor. We filled it with cushions, throw blankets and furry to reduce any echoing that could come from phone calls or video conferences. ^^

This nook is our Instagram corner. Hahahah. The pink is a print we got from Shutterstock and blew up LOL. Cos customizing a wallpaper was too expensive wtf. #renohacks

Our conference room. Fits 14 people! Our meeting rooms are always named after famous explorers or trailblazers, so for this Colony, our conference room is called Battuta, for Ibn Battuta.

People who studied sejarah should know la ok hahahaha. One other meeting room is called Murasaki for Lady Murasaki Shikibu, who was a lady in waiting in Japan, and wrote The Tale of Genji, considered the first ever novel in the world! *nerd* And the third is called Armstrong for Neil Armstrong, who was the first man on the moon.

This is our event space. When there are no events, this area will be used for just hanging out or hot desking.

When there are events though, the furniture can be moved around to accommodate the style of event. I tried to choose lighter, individual pieces for easier shifting.

Ooh one of my favorite spots too! We ordered these steamer trunk tables from China and they got lost at sea FML. I was going crazy cos I thought we were gonna launch with no tables but luckily they came in time! I love them so much I got two smaller ones for our bedside tables at home.

Ordered this chair cos I thought it was really unique but now I suddenly see it everywhere. -_-

Here’s the entrance to our private office suites!

Flooring is in black and white tile for a retro feel.

The pictures I chose all also got colonial theme one! We have a lot of old maps, tropical animal portraits and vintage photos of British colonial scenes.

This is a special room, called the Jamestown Suite. Named after one of the first British colonies, it’s a glammed up luxe version of a normal Colony office.

We outfitted it with wallpaper, hardwood floors, a Chesterfield couch, TV screen…

A Marshall speaker, and smart home capabilities. You can basically control the curtains, music, TV and lights with Google Home. ^^ For special clients only hehehe.

Here’s Murasaki.

I added this pug which is damn random but damn cute ok hahahaha. Apt cos Murasaki in Japanese means purple and his shades got purple there wtf.

The pantry (and a mop).

Nap room which you can book to take a quick break.

I also made a video tour! I shot it while some of our furniture wasn’t even in yet though but just to give you a guys a sense of the place. Also includes Fighter and Penny’s reaction to the kids’ playroom hahaha.

Source: https://fourfeetnine.com/2018/07/31/colony-eco-city-tour/

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coughscent1-blog · 5 years