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"Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!"
#ok fine ill post mine late#i wanted to do something very different lol#i am aware it looks spooky but sometimes thats how it is. our biggest icon is a torture device our God died on ! its metal#not completely satisfied but ah well#happy easter#easter#christian#christianity#my art#tag yourself im the one w the finger hooked around his
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Feel free to ignore everyone but I've just been looking at some of the things I made over the years and its so many things I gave up on lmao 😭😭 I see a bunch of things online, go and recreate them in MD/Blender and most of the time they either don't work in game or the textures look like shit 💀💀 so if anyone wants to see them, check down below 👇🏽👇🏽
Had to go in the whatsapp chat archives with my irl to find this BUT THIS WAS MY FIRST MESH from back in sept 2022 apparently? I was soooooooo proud of myself this took me literally like a week bc of the weights and then the textures and I used the fuck outta this top in my game, every sim of mine was wearing it 🙂↕️ lmao but i took a break from the sims in jan '23 bc of my internship and when I came back I was like "OMG this looks like SHIT???
I'll be honest I don't remember ever opening this in game 😭 but apparently this top was like 20k~ polys??? Crazy times
NGL i feel bad abt deleting the first top since i made it for a tiktok cc process vid and people asked me when i was planning on releasing and i was like yea soon 😊 then never did shjdbhjdbfds
THE SANDALS WERE MY FIRST EVER PAIR OF SHOES but the straps would disappear when i made the sims feet bigger 😭 but its fine now i (kinda) learned how to make (very simple) shoes now so maybe ill post some soon 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽
The hat was cute but in cas my sims would get the question mark when i put it on them i don't know why?? and the bikini belt thing was just meh so i got rid of it
The first top was also my favorite for awhile but the weights were kinda weird, everything else also had the same problems and honestly im glad they did bc they were all ugly af, SUPER high poly and just looked like caca in game thank god i deleted them (there were more things i made in between this and the next pic im abt to show but i don't have any pics soooo)
This hello kitty necklaces I was so proud of and I made SO MANY SWATCHES (18!!!) but bc i always rush to finish everything before getting in game, when i finally checked them they looked real nice im ngl BUT the morphing was sooo bad on small beads😭😭 they looked even worse on the masc frames RIP
I don't have the ref I used for this anymore but it was a really cute bonnet, mine just looked like a crumbled piece of paper plus its from last year so I didn't know how to retopologize or how to sculpt in Blender
This was supposed to come out with one of the simblreen gifts but again I didn't like the morphs but I did use the base of the cross for my other cross necklaces so i guess not completely useless 🤞🏽🤞🏽
Still proud of the lighter but I don't know what I was going for 😪
The mp3 was so fun to make but the weights were kinda weird and I didn't know how to fix them 🙄 (I did ended up using the earphones for the folasade collection 👌🏽)
Both were supposed to come out in the denim set BUT the more I looked at the pants the less I liked them and the skirt I just felt like it didn't belong with the jeans I did release?? its a cute skirt but I haven't felt like releasing it so 🚶🏽♀️🚶🏽♀️
I made this back when I wasn't mindful of where tops should stop/where the bottom part starts if u don't want any clipping to happen (looking at the heroine top since it also had the same issue but I realised wayyy too late so couldn't go back and fix it LMAO) still its a cute top and I feel like I could fix it in sculpt mode now??? idk
Very high poly 😭
PINKPANTHERESS MY LOVE ♥♥♥ ( I made this around the time I started the follower set so I just kinda forgot abt it, maybe one day I'll go back n finish it)
I think this was the original idea I had for heroine top? I gave up on it bc I just knew the buttons were gonna morph horribly since they sit right on the chest (also i never realised how similar it was to the tiktok top lol)
Ok after this, all the pics are from stuff that was supposed to be on the follower set but this was the original mesh for the dee top and I had to remake it since I couldn't find tops with sleeves of that size to transfer weights from 😭😪 (if that makes sense)
THIS JUST DID NOT LOOK LIKE THE REF 💀💀💀 plus the 'flower' is soooooo bad 😭 sorry to whoever added this pic to the pinterest board I flopped so hard 😖
I just thought the quality of the textures was poor so I didn't even wanna put it up for download 💔 the jean quality I could definitely do better but the sheep patch/stitch(??idk) I couldn't find a clear high quality pic so yea 😪
i LOVED this one but kept having so many problems with it, first the dress was flying off the sim in cas, fixed that then the weights started acting up it was problem after problem lmao maybe one day ill sit down and take a look at it again
Cute skirt but the transparent/lace part would clip a lot
the pants would clip out of the skirt when sims walked and i was very confused since i obviously deleted parts of the jeans that aren't visible but that didn't work so idk
I also loved this headband but it was kinda hard to find a hair that would fit without clipping, if i ever find one I would definitely put it up for download 👆🏽👆🏽
It looks alright in sims4studio (i guess) but in game the textures were kinda blurry
CUTE but i forgot that buttons on the chest have shitty weights/uv's🤐
Thats all for now, I made so many other things but most of the time I just delete them bc i don't have the ability to make them work in game 😞plus I can't stand having files on my pc that im not using bc otherwise they r just taking up space 🤞🏽
#nonsims#some of the things have potential but the weights/uvs are my enemy 😩#sorry if theres any typos lmao 🙏🏽
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So this happened.
I apologize for my inactivity, school and work has been absolutely insane. I have been playing New Leaf every day though to get as much as I can before the servers shut down. Yes, this includes exchanging 100 visits with randos on Reddit for unlimited hacked Sanrio items. I decorated the bottom floor of my house, so I’ll post that later. I also started the Beautiful Town ordinance, because I am SICK of watering flowers.
I finished funding for both the Roost and the Dream Suite (with the help of friendly Redditors), so my main focus has been trying to visit others and get to 500 dreams. If you want me to visit, leave your Dream Address!
Things in my personal life are not going as well. My dog passed away yesterday at 6 years old. We have no idea what happened, but it seems as if he had severe organ failure. He was always very sick, even as a puppy, but this was very unusual and he declined very quickly. I don’t want to get into it, but this was the third major health scare in less than 9 months where we thought we’d have to put him down.
I am struggling to get things done because I am having POTS flare ups and I have been dealing with depression-related fatigue. I am trying to keep going, but it is hard. I am also dealing with a lot of stress because of my fiancée, because we might have to move in June so he can start grad school. He is stressing me out with financial talk and trying to convince me to enter a mortgage on a property I’ve never even seen in a city we’ve never been to. The FAFSA delay is screwing us because we don’t know how much in loans we’ll have to take out, so this affects which school he chooses to attend. I also don’t know what I’ll be doing until I can start my MA program. I may try to take Chinese or Vietnamese courses as a nonmetriculated student at the university my fiancée is going to, or I may be ambitious and try to do it at the Ivy League school nearby…
I recently won two awards for my thesis as well as my service to the department I belong to. I am dealing with major impostor syndrome because of this. I don’t feel like I deserve to win, and I even consulted my favorite professor to make sure that he didn’t influence the decision in any way because he is the department chair. I’m not sure if I want to even attend the ceremony because I am dealing with intense body image issues and if anybody tries to take a picture of me, I’ll go insane.
I will try to post occasional updates if I can. Animal Crossing is my main coping mechanism through everything going on. I have so many other games I want to play, but so little time.
I want to try the new Stardew Update, but I have such minimal progress in my main save file. I’m horrible with getting through the Skull Cavern mines, and it’s really holding me back. I haven’t played Stardew in a very long time, so I may just play from a completely different save file and start over.
Another game I’ve been playing more lately is Minecraft. I wouldn’t say it’s been a full-on intense Minecraft phase, but I started a new "Survival" world (I play on Peaceful until it’s not convenient for me - I have been playing for 12 years and beaten the game numerous times, I know what I’m doing!) and I’m trying to exit my comfort zone by building in biomes I would usually skip over.
Sorry for my inactivity, shit is rough right now. I don’t know what else to say. I deal with grief really weird for someone who is extremely mentally ill and emotionally unstable. I’m oddly fine. He died in such a traumatic state, so maybe it’s me knowing that he’s at peace now. I don’t know.
Also this has been me every morning sitting in my office at school high as FUCK listening to Strawberry Switchblade/Rose McDowall and getting absolutely nothing done. I have absolutely cooked my Spotify Wrapped and it’s not even April.
Ok I’ll update you in another month. 🫡
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[TW: dark shit ahead]
Ok - another venting post - disregard - go read one of my horny hypno stories or a trance instead lol
Click here for trances
We all have our stories to tell. I don't think mine is horrible tbh but ... that's probably because I survived it and learned to minimalize it - like all survivors do.
"It's ok" "It's fine" "I'm ok" "Oh it wasn't that bad"
My therapist has assured me none of those things are true lol
My child mind couldn't process it and so I just learned patterns and behaviors to accept it in as my reality.
I had a loving healthy family up until I was 8 years old.
My mom had a horrible life-altering health scare - was taken away to the hospital by paramedics in the middle of the night - one of my last few memories from my childhood. My dad stood sobbing - the last time I saw an emotion from him that wasn't anger.
My younger bro and I were shuttled between relatives for a period of time - no idea how long - weeks? months? no clue
We were taken in to the hospital to see my mom at some point - banged up - shaved head - looking creepy as hell to our young eyes.
And ... this was horrific to me ... she told us - I'm sure it was based in kindness to prepare us - that she was given a year to live.
Well ... good news ... she lived a lot longer than that.
Bad news is she was horribly damaged from the brain injury and subsequent trauma of the life-altering experience. To compound things, my dad turned to drinking heavily and escaping us all in the bottom of a bottle.
I never again felt my father's love.
And my mom was mixed at best. Up and down. I would say somewhere along the lines she developed bipolar disorder - manic and depressive.
She would love us obsessively. She would threaten to kill us. I was always the one who had to walk her off the ledge - telling her I'm sorry we were bad kids. Telling her I'm sorry we upset her. Telling her we would be good from now on. Telling her we wanted to live.
She would bend over backwards to make us feel good. She would threaten to burn the house down while we were sleeping. Well ... how the fuck do you sleep well at night with that information? Gee mom ... that sounds awful. Will you please not do that? I slept with one eye open until finally I just accepted it - I could die at any moment because my mom was a nut.
She taught me to shoplift. When I got caught, she threw me under the bus and told the security guard that I was a problem child. HAHAHA ... I was a goody two shoes child. Having my mother tell a stranger I was a problem was quite a thing to hear. She apologized after and told me to never shoplift again. Fuck that. I kept stealing shit until I was in my late teens. I WANTED TO GET CAUGHT AND PUNISHED.
So yeah ... I know other people have had it hard. And honestly ... I really never felt it was challenging. I just learned to feel bad and anxious all the time. I learned that I was never good enough and things were always uncertain. Loved ones hurt you.
I know a lot of people who have learned that lesson in different ways.
I can identify hurt people instinctively. I gravitate to them. I've always been attracted to them.
Especially hurt women. I want to nurture them, comfort them, love them, care for them, help them, fix them, support them - just like I learned to do with my fucked up mom. It's no wonder my parting with my lovely pet was so difficult.
And I learned to not express emotions. I learned to be the stoic one. The problem solver. But ... I'm not really stoic at all. I love with a burning intensity - desperate to care and take care of others - especially hurt women. I invest my emotional well-being in this activity.
I don't love ALL women. But if I love you, I FUCKING LOVE YOU. And I know that's a blend between nice and awful tbh. I can drown people in love. Uncharitable sorts might say I love bomb people but I don't do it with ill intentions. I do it because it's my damage. And it's unhealthy for me.
Ugh.
Knowing these things is only partially helpful. I need to address them, sort them, heal them as best as I can, identify when I fall into unhealthy patterns, and ... grow ... somehow.
Whatever. This is why I'm seeing a therapist. To sort through all this horrible horrible horrible shit.
I need to do it. I'm motivated to do it. I'm sick of being insecure and depressed all the time. With the darkness always at the corner of my mind telling me I'm a piece of shit no matter how much love I try to put out in the world. No matter how much I achieve.
Fuck. Parents fucking suck.
It took me decades to be ok with not loving my dad - feeling obligated to love that mother fucker. He abandoned us to alcohol. He fucking gave up on us because he was a coward and afraid to face the challenges we had. WE NEEDED THAT FUCKER AND HE RAN!
FUCK. No wonder I have abandonment issues. My ex KNEW THIS SHIT. God was she so awful in the end. She had her own shit she was dealing with. I forgive her 100% but it was still so fucking cruel of her.
Ah well. Working on it.
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Ok I know Im a little late I was actually sick when you post the new chapter of August it was fantastic reading while bedridden so here's some thoughts of mine
Idk how but the moment gojo decided to call shoko I lost my mind I know for a fact both her and geto are tired of gojo fucking life about reader I know for a fact the moment geto heard gojo was asking those questions on the phone on shoko my man was re thinking his whole life it's gonna be all over again FR my man deserve an Oscar for being with gojo BS
Oh GOD SOMEONE CLEAN THOSE DISGUSTING SHEETS AND BLANKET SANITIZE THE WHOLE ROOM YOU KNOW WHAT SCREW THAT BURN THE BED AND EVERYTHING IN THAT ROOM AND GET A NEW ONE WITH EVERYTHING 🙂 I will not stand any reader touching yuna girl has touched that includes gojo man need to deep clean his body who knows what those girls hand touch (idk if just me being a clean freak when I read those reader sleeping in the same bed and sheet where that girl lay )
Miss gurl really thought she ate reader bitch you don't know anything ok reader my girl on her ARC and you can do anything stop it how you gonna call it a fight when we already have a winner in the first place You mad because reader clothes probably much more than yours it's tagged gojo x reader not nobody x gojo Sis my queen didn't even remember her name correctly as she should because she nobody we stand QUEEN MILF if was her I would be embarrassed the doors been long open sis just leave someone hold me back before I go through the screen on my phone just to drag this girl In her hair I just got my nails done and I'm ready to sacrifice them for my GIRL HONOR 😤😤
Promps for gojo trying to make the baby sleep just to have reader good rest now that's father behavior he's Soo adorable reading and watching all those stuff about taking care of baby I really hope gojo get a magical doctor to cure my girl illness Now big question is there a possibility of smut in next chapter if that's sooo LETS ALL WELCOME BABY NUMBER TWO can't wait next chapter of them just shopping and gushing about clothes looks good with their kids 😍
I hope you're all fine and healthy now 😊
Shoko and Geto are shocked. Geto deserves the best friend of the year award. That man has done more for gojo and y/n's relationship than god has lol. Shoko at this point is emotionally immune to Gojo but she is keeping an eye on y/n given her health.
Don't worry Jerry cleaned the entire room! The only thing Gojo wants right now is to hold y/n. He loves the baby but he misses his girl too much.
Yuri really being bitter because she got put into her place and this is just the start 😉
Gojo is a good father. That man is trying and is going to try so hard to be a good father so y/n would accept him.
Yes there is smut 💖
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Tomura gets a kiss at the kissing booth
Warning: Major character death i’m serious
Shigaraki/reader
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His first kiss.
He was gonna get a kiss today at the University open day and that was gonna be it. Then those whore bastards, Dabi and Takami, couldn’t say anything ever again. Well, they could still make fun of his virginity, but not his kiss virginity. How was he gonna do it, you ask? The cheerleading club had opened up kissing booths to raise funds for charity. That’s how he was gonna do it.
There were several booths, all with cute girls in them, they were the cheerleading squad after all, in their cheerleading outfits too, tight tops and tiny skirts. He nearly chickened out, but stood in line at the nearest one before he could. He quivered excitedly on the spot. The girl at the counter was cute. That being said they were all cute.
When he reached the counter the girl took one look at him, “Oh ew,” she said.
Tomura panicked. Ah. He didn’t think it was that bad? Was it his face? He showered yesterday?
“Look, I’ve already gone overtime, and I really don’t wanna touch anymore compsci nerds like you.” She looked harried and Tomura had no idea how she knew he did compsci, “where the fuck is Y/N?” She pulled a University branded sweatshirt over her tiny top, “God, I can’t believe they’re whoring us out like this,” and flounced off, clearly very over it.
Thus leaving Tomura, horrified, stuck to the spot. Had that really happened? Had a kissing booth girl denied him a kiss? He felt far too ashamed to join the other line. Some of the students were eyeing him with mixed amusement and pity. God, he just wanted to disappear. He started to stiffly walk away, scratching his neck anxiously, when he heard you.
“Wait! Oh my god. Wait, just wait! Please don’t leave.” You dove heroically behind the stand, dragging your sweatshirt over your head, messing up your bouncy hair.
Tomura goggled. It was you. Cheer squad captain. 3rd Year Bachelor of Physiotherapy. One heck of a Big Deal on campus and an Absolute Bombshell of a woman. Saved a cat from being run over once, rumours said you stopped the car with your bare hands, other rumours said you picked the car up off the cat’s broken body and set the bones yourself.
“Y/N” Tomura whispered.
“Yeah, Oh dear god you know me. I am so, so sorry.” You bowed your head deeply at him. “I am,” you looked at your arm which didn’t have a watch on it, “like, really late.”
“That’s ok,” said Tomura tightly. He had an erection seeing you take the sweatshirt off and he hated himself for it. Your hair looked so soft, he wanted to die in it.
“And oh gosh, I- have seen you around campus haven’t I?” You sure had. He knew exactly where the cheer club did their weekly training, next to the swimming pool, on the oval and he’d always sit himself on the bench looking very hard at the flipping skirts while tapping away at his code. Once, you sat down next to him, sweaty after yelling out instructions at your team and bent down to retie your shoelaces. You smiled at him mindlessly and flung your messy hair back up into a ponytail, sweat dripping down your neck. It was the best moment of his life, and he figured that was the closest he’d ever get to a girl. He didn’t even make it home, he had to limp off into the pool bathrooms and jerk one out right there.
“And, sorry, your name was?”
Tomura wasn’t jerking off in the pool bathrooms, he was standing there, staring at your tits. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um, Tomura?”
You smiled. It was as beautiful as that time on the oval. Tomura melted a little bit. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He already felt himself getting stiff.
“Well, Tomura, would you like a kiss?”
Would he like a kiss? He could die happy just being offered one. He would get run over in place of that cat for a whole kiss!
“It’s for charity,” you continued brightly as if you read his shellshocked arousal for hesitation, “We’re raising funds for kids with cancer at the local hospital. We’re even gonna have our mascot go to the hospital for the sick kids! I think that’s really nice, it’s something fun for them to get their mind off things!”
Tomura was glad those kids were dying from cancer because it meant this opportunity. He shakily took out his wallet and dropped a fifty into the donation jar.
Your perfect mouth o’d at the donation. “Oh, how generous Tomura! Thankyou so so much, hopefully we can reach our target sooner.”
You were so sweet, he would pay a thousand if it meant you never kissed anyone else ever again. But his heart was beating very fast and it was seemingly getting unbearably hot.
He swallowed, mouth dry, “yeah, uh, goodluck. Hope you guys get it.”
You smiled again, it was brighter somehow than the damn sun. It was blisteringly hot actually. Wasn’t there a cool breeze before? He was sure of it because he was looking at skirts all day. And what was up with his heart slamming against his chest? Well he was kinda about to kiss a Big Deal so that was normal.
You looked concerned at him. Noo he didn’t like seeing you frown. Your lips seemed to be moving slower than your words, “Are you okay? Tomura?” Oh, you were worried about him, that was super cute actually. You could frown a bit more if it was over him.
He found he couldn’t reply, but actually he couldn’t breath either. It really was so hot and blurry, and it wasn’t just because you were hot. Everything was hot and blurry.
Tomura passed out.
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Tomura came to pillowed on a soft lap and a tender hand stroking his sweaty forehead with a cool handkerchief. Cheerleaders tittered above him and hovered about, curious. He could see up their skirts...
“Everyone! If we could give him some space please!”
No he didn’t need space, he needed a face full of hot cheerleader ass. Your spandex bound tits came into view, actually he decided he didn’t need other girls. “Tomura? Are you alright?” You gently stroked his hair, and he pushed into it weakly. It felt really nice. And he was right next to pussy. It was going straight to his cock.
“I had the nurse check up on you and it seems like you had a panic attack. Oh you poor thing,” you murmured at him, eyes glistening with pity. You had such nice manicured hands and they were just scratching his scalp in a delicious way. He needed to cum.
“Oh, the nurse said to hydrate you.” You proffered a pink bottle, “Oh sorry, it’s mine, I hope you don’t mind.” He shot up and snatched it from you and took several greedy gulps.
You giggled. Tomura thought it was a nice sound.
“Seems like you’re feeling better.”
Tomura sunk back down onto your lap and meekly handed the bottle back. “Just thirsty, still don’t feel good,” he half lidded his eyes, and breathed in your flowery perfume. He hoped you bought his excuse. He’d like to stay forever.
“Aw, ok,” you sounded genuinely disappointed. “I just thought I could give you your kiss if you were up to it.”
Tomura’s ear twitched.
You continued playfully, “but if you’re not feeling up to it then...”
Tomura opened his eyes with a snap and narrowed them at you, “I feel well enough for a kiss-,” he said snappishly, then caught himself and coughed as if ill, “I think,” he corrected, pretending to struggle to get up. You pushed him down again, getting on top of him, pushing your plush tits to his chest.
“You really think so?” You said, licking your lips. “I don’t wanna hurt you again.”
“No, no, this is good, this is fine.” He nodded eagerly, hoping you weren’t feeling his rock hard stiffie. Oh, you were, you were grinding on it, that was hot.
“Okay then” you breathed. You touched your lips to his tenderly, belying the fact that you were grinding your hot core against his zippered erection. Tomura grunted, opening his mouth, enjoying the wet hot slide and the perfect way your mouths slotted together. And oh, you had his lower lip between your teeth. Tomura was sure he would faint again. You only nipped him gently before returning to your passionate makeout session. The hotness of it was giving Tomura enough courage to run his hand up your sides. You whimpered and grasped his hand, shoving it under your skirt. Tomura’s head combusted. He could feel the swell of your thigh and the slick slide of your tongues against each other, he didn’t know what to focus on at all. You ended the kiss with a gross pop and Tomura could see there was still a drip of saliva connecting your mouths. “Oops,” you giggle, diving in for a naughty peck which broke the saliva string. You twirled a finger through your long gorgeous hair, “Got a little carried away.”
Tomura nodded in agreement. “Yeah same.” And at that point he decided he could die happy.
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You couldn’t believe it. Tomura fainted. He gave you fifty bucks and passed the heck out, twitching disturbingly on the ground and frothing at the mouth.
You’d called an ambulance immediately of course. A man just went down! How could you not?
They’d been fussing around inside for almost an hour now. And it wasn’t looking good.
A tired looking nurse emerged from the back of the ambulance, “Sorry, are you family? Anyway, uh the kid’s dead, sorry,” he told you, “He had a heart attack.” Your team tittered behind you, gasps and other noises of horror.
Some guy yelled unhelpfully “Y/N just killed a guy!!”
Dear God, you supposed you had. That wasn’t a rumour you’d live down so easy. Not after the cat incident. And the poor guy didn’t even get his kiss.
But you were keeping the fifty.
#major character death#shigaraki imagines#shigaraki fluff#shigaraki/reader#shigarakixreader#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki
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Teachers Pet- chapter 4: introductions
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I woke up to the Grandfather clock in Dumbledore's office chiming, if I counted correctly, 6 o'clock. The sunlight beaming in through the small circle cleared on the window. Although I was still dreading this day I figured I'd want to be ready and awake when it was time to begin my very first day at Hogwarts. I laid on my back looking up at the ceiling getting lost in thought for a moment thinking of all the things that could go horribly wrong.
Eventually I lifted the covers off myself and swung my legs out of the bed stepping on the cold stone flooring. I yawned, stretching my arms up and cracking my neck and back. I got up and went to my luggage. I paused for a moment wondering what I should wear since I didn't have a uniform yet. I looked over what I had and contemplated my choices. I wanted to try to look the part and not stand out too much. I grabbed my black boots and a simple dark green turtleneck sweater I had that used to be my grandpas that I snagged from my dad's closet since he never wore it. I looked over my bottom options trying to remember what the students were wearing. I remembered seeing some in skirts and some in pants. I just decided on some simple black leggings and figured I would have my coat on anyways so it didn't matter a whole lot and once I got my uniforms I would change into them as soon as possible. Probably as soon as I purchased them in the nearest restroom. I took my clothes in the bathroom and went pee and got dressed. I then brushed my teeth and splashed my face with some cold water.
As I exited the bathroom I stopped and grabbed my hairbrush and some makeup from my bag, I didn't wanna look too rough on the first day. Thinking of that made me think of all the new people. There are a ton of students here, girls and boys. What if they make fun of me for not being in a uniform. No, no they wouldn't, Albus wouldn't run a school that bullied people. And if they do that fine ill just hit them with a hex or something. I can defend myself just fine. I always did at Beauxbaton's. I remember my first year there were some girls that messed with me for having a hole in my tights since I knew my mom couldn't afford to buy me new ones after she explicitly told me to not rip them. And they would continue to tease me for other things, anything. But one day in my second year I got tired of it and turned all of their hair green. Of course they screamed and freaked out and I got in trouble, but I didn't care because no one messed with me after that. There was still the occasional comment or unsolicited opinions but I like to think I'm pretty smart and quick witted so I usually always had a response to them.
I grabbed the brush and brushed my h/c hair and pulled some from each side back into a small clip. I grabbed my makeup bag and applied some concealer here and there, brushed my brows out, and curled and applied mascara to my lashes. I contemplated some light eyeliner but I didn't wanna risk messing it up and running late, I hadn't done any in awhile and probably fell out of practice. I figured this was decent enough and put on some simple pearl earrings and a silver necklace that had a small sun and moon charm. It was a gift from my sister years ago and I would wear it almost everyday. She said it reminded her of us, the sun and moon, she liked to think she was the sun and I was the moon but I said I didn't revolve around her, but she was older so it made sense she was the sun. I took one last look in the mirror, some of my shorter hairs falling from the clip and I tucked them away from my face. I didn't really like stuff in my face. I contemplated putting on my glasses or my contacts. I figured the last thing I needed was to look like a nerd so I put my contacts in and exited the bathroom. Just as I was packing up my things I heard Dumbledore knock on my door. "Come in," I answered. He opened the door and smiled at me. "Well you're up and at em" he snickered. I smiled at him as I applied chapstick and sprayed on some perfume. It smelt like roses and an old lady. But I still liked the smell. It was like my signature scent. "Are you ready for your first day here at Hogwarts my dear?" Dumbledore asked cheerfully. "A little nervous, but mostly ready" I sighed. "Ok well to give an overlay of your day, you can leave all your belongings here and I will have one of the house elves bring it over to your dormitory when you get sorted. And then I have arranged a student to show you around and then travel with you to Hogsmeade to get your uniforms and stationary items once you are given your schedule. It should only take but half the day, at least up until lunch and then from there you can go to the remaining classes of the day." he said with a witty smile standing in the doorway with his hands together. "Wow sounds like a plan!" I said nervously. Realizing this was actually happening there was no stopping it, and I would have my first day at Hogwarts starting in the next thirty minutes. I looked over to the clock and it read 6:30. "Oh and breakfast is from 6:30-8:30am so we should probably head to the Great hall now so we can get you sorted and seated in time" he added. I felt a nervous tingle spread in my chest at the thought of being sorted again in front of different people, having no idea how their sorting ceremonies went. I was gonna ask but I didn't wanna look stupid so I went with it. "Wonderful I'm all ready to go." I smiled putting my coat on, tucking my wand in my boot and grabbing my bag from the post and throwing it over my shoulder.
He headed out towards his office and I silently followed behind all the way down those odd stairs again and down the hallway. After what seemed like quite some time we approached large doors that were open, which I assumed was the so-called great hall, and kids were shuffling in and taking their seats. Some saying small good mornings to Dumbledore. He went into the great hall and I followed directly behind him, my heart suddenly beginning to beat faster. What looked to be most of the school had already arrived to their seats and conversed amongst each other. Some I could tell were obviously first years by their innocent faces, and others I could tell had seen some shit and were at least 5th years. I took deep breaths as I followed him up some stairs to where the teachers sat, where I presumed, to eat. I looked over at some of them and back to Dumbledore. He walked me over to the table to do some quick introductions. "Good Morning everyone this is my Goddaughter y/n that I told you all about" Dumbledore said to them they all smiled and said small hellos to me. "This Professor Lockhart teaches Defense against the dark arts" he said as I looked at the very interesting man. He was smiling largely up at me, almost to largely, it was kind of creepy. "Hello" I said softly. He then took my hand and shook it and then brought it to his mouth to kiss it. I tugged it away quickly after he did so and he said "Good morning y/n! It is so wonderful to meet your acquaintance, I can not wait to have you in my class! I have heard so many things about you and you are much more grown than Dumbledore had described." I looked at him and just gave a soft smile not really knowing how to respond to that. I lightly and discreetly pushed Dumbledore's side to encourage him to keep moving so I didn't have to retain eye contact with this Lockhart fellow. "And this is Hagrid as you met yesterday" "Good Morning Hagrid it's good to see you again." I smiled at him "Pleasures all mine, I teach care of magical creatures" he boomed. "Oh nice" I said as we kept going with our introductions. "This is Professor McGonagall she teaches Transfiguration" She gave a simple nod to which I returned. "And this is Professor Flitwick he teaches charms" I smiled and nodded at the small man with a thick mustache. "Oh and It appears Professor Snape has not joined us yet, but he teaches potions, and this is Madam Pomfrey the matron here at Hogwarts, and last but not least Professor Trelawney who is the Divination teacher" he said I smiled at the kind looking woman who had rather large hair and glasses. She looked like a lot of fun.
"Ok now that all the introductions have been made, it's already," he stopped to look at his watch " 7 o'clock I would say this would be a good time to get the show on the road" he said smiling down at me. I laughed nervously and realized no one had paid any attention to me yet, but that was about to change. Don't get me wrong sometimes I love to be the center of attention, but not in strange and new places. He stepped past me and up to his podium, I stood kind of behind him and waited to see what was next. He cleared his throat and began. "Good Morning students, I hope you have all had a good weekend, before we get breakfast started I have an announcement to make, or rather an introduction. We have a new student joining us today, she has transferred from Beauxbatons. And let me add she is my Goddaughter and I am very pleased to have her here with us at Hogwarts." he looked over at me and nudged his head for me to come up next to him, I did so and looked over the full room of students, making sure to not make eye contact with them. Some were still having quiet conversations but halted when I stepped up, and turned their attention to me. "This is y/n, she is in her 6th year and has not been sorted yet but we will do that in just a minute." I smiled a small smile at the students or should I say my new classmates overlooking the rows upon rows of them "I have high hopes that you will treat her with respect and make her feel welcome!" he spoke loudly. Some of the more obnoxious students yelling "hellos" from their tables. "Now come sit and we will sort you into your house" he said as I followed him around the podium and to a chair in front of it.
Unbeknownst to me Professor Snape walked in out of my view, as I was focused on the students that I was displayed in front of and took his seat behind me. I sat nervously watching as Dumbledore walked over and grabbed an old dusty faded brown witch hat and carried it over to me, he is putting this thing on my head? I sat still and upright as he gently placed it atop my head. All of the sudden the thing began to speak, startling me a bit. "Hmmm very interesting," it said and I sat patiently wondering what that was supposed to mean. "Tough one, compassionate but stubborn" I rolled my eyes at that comment, even an old hat could tell I was hard headed? "Smart but will do anything to be proven right" how dare he expose me like this, I was beginning to think this was some trick to humiliate me, a few of the students snickered at that and I shot them cold looks. "No doubt, clear to see...SLYTHERIN!" The hat yelled and an uproar of cheers came from the table on the far right, I didn't know if this was a good or bad thing but based on the looks of some of the students and Professors faces it was probably not the most popular. Dumbledore took the hat from my head and I shot him a concerned look to which he just winked and smiled. I smiled and looked over the tables, the Slytherin one still cheering. "This is going to be interesting"
#severusimagine#severus x reader#severus snape x reader#severusnape#snape x reader#snape imagine#professor snape#snape#hogwarts#slytherin#Snape slowburn
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Hey, how have you been lately with life and school and such? It's :3 by the way, but now I'm married (platonically)
Have you been up to anything lately other than learning? I'm trying to find your post on how you draw Technoblade for my friend who has just started getting into art and I think friend shaped technoblade would be good to learn. And about the whole married thing, I was at the fair the other day with my friend/cousin and a lot of people were commenting on how we were a cute couple as we were linked arms and wearing rainbows and just being ourselves but apparently we were a couple, they're pan and I'm AroAce but we looked at this one tent that had crystals and rings and obviously I bought a crystal to add to my large collection of them. But we saw these butterfly rings for $1 each and I picked one up, got on one knee, and she said yes.
“The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one.―Elbert Hubbard
“We can easily manage if we will only take, each day, the burden appointed to it. But the load will be too heavy for us if we carry yesterday’s burden over again today, and then add the burden of the morrow before we are required to bear it.” ―John Newton
"I don't want other people to be up on the nether roof. It's supposed to be mine- supposed to be my nether roof!" -Ranboo? Maybe?
hello!! it's been a while, ive been doing fine a little stressed but it's been ok. sounds like you've been havin fun, woo platonic marriage! as for the techno tutorial ive got the link here! nice to hear from you again, im gonna go back to being relatively inactive for a few weeks but ill prob start catchin up on asks sometime (・▽・)👍
#we are both aroace so true#asks#:3 anon#your friend/cousin as in two different people ??#i mean its all just playing around anyway u dont needa answer that#long post
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Text from the Past! [N:TWEwY/Neo Zeta Earth]
"What are you doing on your phone Rindy?" Shoka ask, seeing him eyes glue on the phone when it supposed to be a hangout date with him.
"Hah?" He look up from his phone, blushing, "Em, nothing! I was just taken some backlogged."
"Really, looking in the past?" Shoka said with a hint of sneakiness, "Gezz, you really can't help going back there."
"I mean, I just not like I can changed them any more." RIndo said, "Beside, I just looking some of your old Swallow account chat logged and to be honest I feel like an idiot for not catching on sooner. Some of stuff starting to make sense in hindsight."
"What? You finally get I was your old online buddy and was trying to help you in the Game?" She ask him.
"Yeah. But." Rindo said. "I'm taking back before all of that. In fact here:"
As he show one of the chat log, One of them show a image of Mr Mew as Cait Sith.
Rindragon: hi i just got this special events mon seem like gn had been ad.
Swallow: OMG!!!!!
Swallow: gimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimme
Swallow: Ive been looking for that so HARD TTwTT
Rindragon: lol ok
Rindragon: didnt think you be that excited
Rindragon: here you go [trade link]
Swallow: you are a life saver
Swallow: I own you 1!
Shoka look and starting to cover her face with the hoodie. "I didn't really think you being of a fan of Gatto Nero, I just though you like the special events Mod back then." Rindo said. "You not wrong." She mutter "Just the best of both world, how can I not be excited?"
"That not all." He said, as he show him another chat logged. "Here someone else that made me think about it in hindsight."
Swallow: hey you okay?
Swallow: you havent text for a week now
Rindragon: sorry it just
Rindragon: an0ther haven't been posting for a month now.
Swallow: oh
Rindragon: tbh I'm not sure what I can do now.
Rindragon: an0ther inspired me yknow.
Swallow: Rin. About An0ther.
Rindragon: what about him?
Two minutes pass
Swallow: He could be busy
Swallow: It not like he can post all the time
Rindragon: i guess :/
Rindragon: "i'll wait until I'll died."
Swallow: best you dont died
Swallow: trust me
Swallow: it isn't pity
She had nothing to say to this, giving a sorry look at him. "I guess you didn’t wanna to tell me that he was in the Game or..." Rindo said, "That he was big rotten scam artist?" She said bluntly "I knew An0ther was scamming people with those Copy Quote of his. If I knew he was in the Game, I’d would had beaten him up sooner. Really Rindo, Did you want me to brake your ideal world?"
"I mean, it better late then never." Rindo said "It kind of nice that you didn't, that you care, I mean I'm fine now, he kind of have it coming."
"But this one." He said showing her another chat logged "I not sure if you be okay with this."
Swallow: wgbnfvb vfgb bfjdb vj
Rindragon: what
Rindragon: u ok
Swallow: sorry a lizard was messing my phone
Rindragon: ???
Swallow: my sis pet iguana
Rindragon: oh
Rindragon: wait u had a sis
Swallow: adopted sis
Swallow: she taken me in
Swallow: n she own a pet iguana
Swallow: sometime her love is 2 much
Swallow: gtg good luck on u hunt
"Hah. I remember that. I was yelling at Ayano about that Iguana after that." Shoka said having some fond memory, "She been teasing me all day after that."
"Yeah you two was really close." Rindo said "You have no idea how hard for to talk to you on that day. Many Reset just so I can get it right..."
"Good Job, You almost doom the city because you couldn't talk to a girl from get go." Shoka said. "Yeah, Sorry about that."
"Is there any more." She ask him. "Well just this one." He said showing him the last chat logged.
Rindragon: say what youre name
Swallow: what
Rindragon: it just i doesnt know ur real name
Rindragon: like maybe id know u in person
Swallow: you sure :/
Swallow: isnt just being your birdy friend good enough
Swallow: im dont even know u name 2
Rindragon: it ok ill tell u mine if ull tell me ur
minute pass
Rindragon: hello?
Swallow: im sorry :(
Swallow: it just
Swallow: id want too but
Swallow: does it matter?
Swallow: like dont need to be friend in RG
Swallow: RL*
Swallow: i am swallow to you
Swallow: just like you are my rindragon
Rindragon: i was hoping
Rindragon: that we get to be friend in rl
Rindragon: and it hard
Rindragon: only being text buddy
Rindragon: we could play fango in person
Swallow: that sweet ^_^
Swallow: but we just in 2 different world :(
Swallow: id wish we could but
Rindragon: but what? >_<
Swallow: id hate to see on that side
Swallow: it better that we been online buddy
Swallow: is that okay?
Rindragon: alright
"Yeah..." Shoka said "About that..."
"Was because you was a Reaper and I was a Human in the RG?"
"That and if I did, you would had look up my death report and..." Shoka said "I didn't want to scared you."
"I mean, I can get why?" Rindo said "But I wouldn't really look you up, there may not even be something to look up, you from Shinjuku, in a time where Shinjuku didn't existed in the public."
She giggle at that. "I guess I didn't really existed at the time."
"Witch can be worst is someway." Rindo admitted. "Someone that I been friend for never really existed. I could had gone mad, question my reality, that I could had made up, or...."
"Or I was a bots." Shoka ask him. "Yeah, that could work too."
"It not like it really matter now." She said "I'm here, you know who I am now. And same for you."
"How long you knew that Rindragon was me, back in the game?" He ask her.
"Honestly." She said, looking down "From the start of your 1st week."
"I was gonna contact you, to check up on you." She said "But I couldn't, not before I got the text from you about some event. You was linked to the Reaper Networking Service, under Player."
"I just thought something bad had happen you that got you killed." She said "But then it click on me, Rindo, Dragon, RinDragon. Oh my fucking gosh. I even look up your icon and it yeah that was you, alright. I was feeling really dumb that I just met you and didn't do a good job getting you into the game. "
"So you knew all this time?" Rindo said. "Yep."
"Even when I was being rude to you?" "Totally."
"It must be hard for you." He said to her.
"It was. But I put on a brave act." She said "Really Rindy, I want you do push me away, I didn’t ready want you to catch on that I was your online friend."
"Yeah, you said can't we couldn't be friend in the game." Rindo said.
"But I did my best to help you, with recruiting Nagi, giving you the answers, having Kaie and Riko into giving hint along with bribing some of Reaper to go easy on you on that day."
"Don't forget that you did lead us into finding Beat, or where he would end up at. Replayed, you told us that he was at Shibuya Hikarie." Rindo said, "Ah, good to know."
"And look what happen when I try to help you, I got suspended to a Swallow account, been strip of my Reaper power. And being use a spy to reclama my Reaperhood." She said and looking down. "I-I didn't really think you let me join your team."
"You did help us, I didn't really want to leave you behind." Rindo said "There so many reason to be Honest."
"Must be hard for you do so." Shoka said "More so with me wanna to stay by your side and wanna to save Shibuya."
"Rindo. I was gonna tell that I was Swallow when I joined you." Shoka said "But with Motoi, I didn't you want to worry about it."
"I thought so." Rindo said "If they one thing we had in common is that we had a hard time making decisions, I'm proud of you, able to pull yourself together make the call in the end."
"Sometime it feel like it wasn't the right choses." Shoka said. "I know right?"
"Even if it wasn't, we still manage to pull thought it." Rindo said "We all can't make the right choses. We all can't turn back time and make the right choses in the end."
"Said the one that had that power back then." Shoka said.
"It wasn't really mind to begin with." Her remind her.
"Still no point mopping about the past what we could had done." Shoka told him, "We got our happy ending." As she kiss him on the noise. Making cover his face with the mask, hiding her blush. "Y-Yeah, guess we did."
#RinShoka#Shoka Sakurane#Rindo Kanade#Neo-Zeta Earth#Zeta Earth#Fanfic#Neo The World Ends with You#Neo TWEwY#NTWEwY#Neo The World Ends with You Spoilers#Neo TWEwY Spoilers#NTWEwY Spoilers#rindoka#The Dragon Swallow
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Title: An Experimental Design
By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)
Story Summary: Sequel to “What Number?”, also prompted from Steggy Bingo Bash Prompts. Takes place about a week after that fic.
Chapter A/N: This chapter is for everyone who has been posting their theories about what will happen. It's always been planned this way since I first started writing, so I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 8: Fallout
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She held his hand out the door, and in the backseat as they drove back to the base. He didn’t acknowledge the tremor in her hand out loud, or that fact that while they both knew that Howard wouldn’t purposely hurt them, everything about the situation was dangerous and unknown.
She only let go when they arrived at the base, slipping the mask of propriety and duty back on, her worried eyes hiding behind a false confidence he could see right through.
~*~
The very first thing she did when they got back to apartment was run for the bathroom, retching sounds filtering all the way back to Steve at the front door. He moved slowly, taking his time to get to her and allow her some privacy. The procedure itself had been quick and nearly painless: two shots each, right in the upper arm, though Steve’s needles were decidedly larger than the ones they used on Peggy. It had taken them longer to get there and back in the car.
Steve grabbed a washcloth and ran it under cool water as he slipped next to her in the bathroom, handing it to Peggy as he crouched down. “Guess he wasn’t lying about the side effects, huh?”
She nodded, wiping at her mouth and then pillowing her head on her arm, still kneeling at the toilet. “The headache’s started, too.”
He gently ran a hand over her back. “What can I do?”
“I think I’ll stay here for the moment… stomach’s not all that settled yet.”
He rubbed her back gently. “Tea?”
“That would be lovely,” she murmured, her face pinching as she started to feel the waves of nausea again.
Steve let her be, knowing there was little he could do, and set about making her tea. Howard had listed a dozen likely side effects and a few rare ones they were supposed to be aware of that could last hours or days. Howard wasn’t sure how long the doses would last, but he’d given Steve four times more than Peggy and said to keep their fingers crossed and try to avoid excessive touching.
Steve wasn’t going to avoid comforting Peggy while she was crouched over the toilet, but a tiny peck and some gentle touches were hardly the same level of skin to skin contact they’d indulged in recently. He poured the hot water over the tealeaves and waited, watching the water darken. The list of side effects we daunting, but so far, Steve felt fine.
Fine, he thought, was putting it lightly. He felt the clearest he had in days, maybe even months. He opened the kitchen window, taking in the late morning sun and took a deep breath, the light air mixing with the soft scent of Peggy’s tea. He felt awake. Free.
This was working.
The desire he felt for her was just that: desire. It wasn’t the overwhelming lust or the desperate need for her any longer, just the low simmering love he’d felt before all of this started, ready to ignite with a touch or a kiss.
He turned, meeting her eyes as she joined him, staying by the doorway. Her color looked better already, though she had a glassy look still in her eyes. “Better?” he asked.
“Seems, for the mo’ at least.” She took a slow, deep breath in and out. “Headache isn’t too bad,” she grabbed the mug from the counter and took a slow sip, “It’s bearable. You?”
He didn’t want to flaunt his newfound revelations, not when she seemed to be still struggling. “Feeling ok so far.” He shrugged, wanting to reach out. Their directive to not touch made things awkward and stilted.
“I think I’ll take a lie in, just for a bit.” Peggy clutched her mug.
“Yeah,” he waved his hand, nodding over and over again, feeling silly and stupid and suddenly like he was 98 pounds all over again. “Yeah, just… just call if you need me.”
Her lips stayed pressed together when she smiled. Her nod was just as awkward as his, eyes retreating to her tea as she turned.
~*~
He sat on the couch, sketching her through the door to the bedroom. She’d left it open a crack, and he’d quietly widened it when he went to check on her. From his spot curled into the side of the sofa he had a perfect view of her face, overtaken by sleep, her curls falling and lips parted just slightly.
He hoped the vomiting and the headache and the fatigue meant it was working. It was hard not to feel trapped and used, he thought, as he added shading to her cheek. Despite the positive, the time and the touches, and the very clear understanding that they were in love, it felt wrong and broken to be forced together like this.
He wanted them to be living happily in a little apartment or small house in the suburbs because the war was over and they wanted to be there, not because they had to be together even if they did love one another.
The difference was small, but it mattered.
He wished he had a set of pastels to flush out the pink in her cheeks and the red of her nails, some blues and yellows to try to capture the way the sunlight tried to peek through the drawn curtains.
Steve had gotten used to the magnetic pull of her, the need to be around her, to touch her. Yesterday, he wouldn’t have thought twice about shedding his clothes and slipping into bed with her, pressing up against her and holding her close. Now, though the idea appealed to him, he was content to rest on the couch, eyes keeping watch. He hadn’t realized how strong the pull to touch her was from his end until it left him today.
He started to feel his eyelids droop as he smudged the pencil line of the blanket around her shoulder. He wasn’t normally one to nap, but it would help pass the time. Going for the entire day without touching her seemed like a monumental task. He slipped his pencil into his notebook and let it fall on his chest as he stretched out.
A quick catnap would help the day pass faster.
~*~
Peggy rolled, the blankets tangling around her. She took a deep breath, wiggling her fingers and toes and taking stock on how she felt. The nausea was gone, and though she’d slept for what she thought must have been a few hours she didn’t feel refreshed.
She turned, blinking her eyes open. Through the crack in the door she could see Steve, sprawled on the couch that was far too small, head thrown back and mouth wide open, his sketchbook perilously close to falling from his slack fingers on his chest.
She couldn’t help but smile. He seemed so soft, so innocent, so much like that small man she’d first met, even if the sheer size of him made the couch seem more like a piece of child’s furniture. Peggy slipped from the bed, wrapping her robe around herself as she made her way out into the living room. She snuck quietly across the floor, feeling the need to run her fingers through his hair, to be near him.
She wanted to believe it was working, but so far she’d only felt the ill effects that Howard had talked about. They’d have to stay away from one another for hours to see if it truly worked, and based on the pull she felt she wondered if they were even capable of that if they were this close to one another.
She did some quick math, glancing at the clock across the room and decided that it must be doing something. She should have felt something by now. The only thing she felt was the need to be around him, no tingling or discomfort at all.
Peggy stopped at the edge of the couch, one hand holding her robe together, the other gently playing over his hair, touching only enough to feel the softness against her fingertips, not enough to graze his scalp and tempt fate.
She felt a need to wrap herself in him. Not the all-consuming need that had been based in need and pain and sex, but a different kind of feeling that felt like it was spreading from deep in her, to wrap him up and be wrapped in him and stay in this small little apartment until they couldn’t avoid the outside world any longer.
He shifted under her, taking a deep breath and reaching out. She scooted her hips away, avoiding his reach but kept her hand on his head. He groaned unhappily, and she made soothing, shushing noise ass he raked her finger nails through his hair. “We’re already doing a horrible job of not touching, my darling. Let’s not tempt fate.”
He didn’t open his eyes, but he turned, pressing his head into her touch. She reached out, saving the notebook from crashing to the floor. She set it on the coffee table in front of him and smiled, the pencil rolling out and flipping the book open to the picture of her. She kissed his hair, eyes closed softly, warmth radiating through her.
The little apartment felt warm, home, and enough for now. She wasn’t in pain, wasn’t hurting, and she had Steve. It was enough, could be enough, for now at least. She slipped into the kitchen, trying to keep things as quiet as she could while she made herself another cup of tea. Would he still sketch when there were chores to be done? Would they still be so gentle with one another when the stresses of daily life were different? Would he stay with the SSR? Would they let her keep being a spy or cast her off, saying women weren’t necessary when there wasn’t a war on? There were so many unknowns, but she still somehow felt warm, solid, and happy.
Whatever Howard’s hormones were doing to her, she didn’t much mind; it was the calmest she’d felt in weeks.
~*~
She was still sitting in the kitchen, the dregs of her tea cold in her hands, when Steve lumbered in, eyes glazed over. She watched as he pulled a glass from the cabinet and filled it from the tap, chugging the contents down before refilling it over and over again. He drank with a singlemindedness that put her on edge. It was only after he’d drank what she thought was nearly a gallon that he stopped, hands on the edge of the counter, panting to catch his breath.
“Thirsty?” Peggy asked quietly, unsure if he’d even registered she was in the room.
He took a slow, deep breath and hung his head. “Yeah I—” He took another and turned, wiping the drips of water from his lips. “I woke up and I just felt like I hadn’t had anything to drink in days.” His eyes caught the afternoon sun out the window. “How long was I asleep?”
She smiled, standing and walking her mug to the sink. “We both lost a few hours there, I think. It’s almost 4.” She turned, brushing his hair from his eyes, looking him over. “Are you alright otherwise?”
He nodded quickly, almost too quickly for her liking. “Yeah, I’m… I’m just… didn’t think I’d sleep that long. I’m a little out of it.”
She let her lips kiss his shoulder, careful to keep her skin away from his. “We can continue to blame stress and Hydra. I’ll have it no other way.”
He set his hands on her hips, as careful as she was. “How about you? Still feeling alright?”
She nodded, a smile on her lips. “Stomach’s still a touch unhappy, but I think that’s more from not eating since early this morning. Otherwise, I’m…” she shrugged her shoulders, still cautious about expressing her happiness, “zero.” She couldn’t help the way the smile bloomed on her face. “We haven’t touched enough for me to not feel something by now. I don’t want to go too far, but I’m…optimistic.”
“Good, good.” He smiled tightly, his eyes struggling with something he didn’t want to share. His hands were awkward at her hips, like he had to remind himself to be gentle with her, and his shoulders were stiff. She narrowed her eyes at him, waiting. They knew each other well enough that she didn’t have to say anything for him to know he’d been caught. He shook his head, resigned and stepping away. “I think whatever side effects I’m going to get are hitting me now. I just feel… weird. A little… I don’t know. I can’t explain it.”
“What can I do?” She asked, stepping back and giving him some more space as he leaned back against the counter.
He looked out the window, crossing his arms and shaking his head. After a long, quiet moment he licked his lips and turned back to her. “Let me make dinner… well, early dinner. Maybe it’ll help me focus.”
Peggy didn’t like the way he looked: a little sallow, eyes a little hollow, the way he looked after he’d been hurt in a firefight and he was trying to be brave for everyone else. She backed away, giving him the room. “I’ll be reading, just call if you need help.”
His smile was genuine, even if it didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I can handle some chicken and dehydrated mashed potatoes.”
Peggy licked her lips, eyes still dead set on him. She thought about joking, about trying to break the tension, but she couldn’t shake the feeling something hadn’t gone quite right with his dose. “I can call Howard, he could be here in fifteen minutes he said if anything went wrong.”
This time, the smile did make it to his eyes. “I’m fine, Peg. I promise.” He crossed to her, taking her head in his hand and dropping a kiss on her forehead. “And I’ll tell you if I’m not, ok?”
It was the sincerity in his eyes that finally gave her some sense of footing. “Alright.” She stepped back, removing the temptation to give in to more touching. “Don’t burn my potatoes.”
~*~
Peggy’s stomach was growling loud enough for Steve to hear by the time he announced dinner was ready. She tried to make a joke of it, but it fell flat as he set a full plate in front of her.
They ate silently, Steve quietly watching Peggy as she filled her mouth, struggling to keep her lips closed and be ladylike as she chewed. “I’m starved,” she tried to justify with a little laugh between bites, feeling his eyes on her. He ate sparingly, his eyes darting to her each time she took a bite. “Must be the…” she stopped, putting another spoonful in her mouth, watching as Steve only nodded, agreeing to say it was ‘just another side effect.’ She scraped the end of the mashed potatoes from her plate, wrapping her tongue around the spoon, eyes widening in confusion when Steve switched out his mostly full plate for her empty one. “Darling?”
He kept his face carefully blank. “Aren’t you hungry?”
She tipped her head, looking at him cautiously. She was very aware of how much Steve’s increased metabolism needed food, and knew very well how much he could eat. “Aren’t you? You’ve barely eaten.”
“You need it more.”
She smiled, trying to break the tense look in his eyes. “I was just hungry. I’m fine now. And there’s plenty more if—”
He dropped his fork on the empty plate in front of him, standing and pacing away. The air in the room was suddenly thick and it reminded her off too many debriefs where they’d lost and he felt responsible. The deja-vu nearly choked her it hit her so hard, but it helped her re-center and take charge of the situation.
She squared her shoulders, staring at his back. “Tell me.”
“I have to take care of you,” he bit out, grabbing the top of the kitchen doorframe and leaning into it.
With his arms up his shirt tightened around him and she could see just how tense he was, his muscles corded and ready for a fight. She stood slowly, cautiously closing this distance between them. “You are, Steve.” Her voice was soft but sure, and she left no room for arguments. “I’ve never been safer than I am at this very moment.”
He turned so fast she barely registered he’d moved before she was in his arms, his forehead pressed against her tight. It wasn’t concern, but pain on his face: his eyes shut tight, jaw working to try to find the words. “You’re not,” he finally whispered. “Everything in me is screaming that I’m not keeping you safe and…” he dropped his head, gathering her closer and burying his face in her neck. He took a deep breath in like he was breathing her into himself, trying to take her in and surround her. “I need to do better,” he muttered, “I have to do better.”
Peggy was stunned, and could do nothing but wrap her arms around him and hold him tight as he held her.
This was not a side effect Howard had prepared them for.
She cradled his face in her hands, gently pushing him back so she could see his eyes. “I am safe, Steve. I am here, with you, and I am perfectly safe.” She let her hand wipe at the sweat that started to show at his brow, over his jaw and down to his neck where she could feel his racing pulse finally starting to slow. She kissed him gently, pulling away before he could react to her lips. “I am fine. What do I need to do to help you see that?”
His eye squinted shut again as he shook his head. “Don’t know,” he mumbled, making her want to hold him close until whatever this was passed. She’d never seen him like this and it scared her.
She kissed him again, and this time, she could feel his pulse start to slow more the longer they touched.
Even if this was working for her, it seemed to be only hurting him.
Peggy pulled her lips away, pressing her cheek to his and running her hand up and down his back until his pulse quieted under her fingers. When he was significantly calmer, she finally broke the silence. “We need to call Howard.”
It was like he’d never been calm, the way his pulse jumped under her fingers and how his hands grasped tightly at her waist, holding her possessively to him. “No.”
She leaned back, eyes stern. “Steve…”
He shook his head, turning away from her to try to hide whatever it was he was feeling. “We have to go back tomorrow, anyway. Just…” He sighed, turning back to her, his eyes sad and begging. “Not yet, ok?”
If he’d said anything else, she would have fought him, but the words echoed her own past pleading to avoid doctors so closely that she found she couldn’t deny him. He’d always followed her lead, and she found she could do no less. She swallowed hard, and nodded. “But you have to eat something,” she heard herself say, unsure of where it came from or why it was suddenly so important to her.
At his nod she pulled him to the table, sitting him back down in his chair and then scooting his full plate back in front of him. He looked at it, then looked back up at her, and she could only shake her head at him.
She should have been angry, but instead she felt like she was soothing some large, wounded animal laying at her feet, unsure of how to take care of himself now that his fight was over. She perched herself on his lap, reaching over and taking the fork to feed him.
Steve’s hand stopped her own, eyes bewildered at his own actions. “Are you… are you sure you ate enough? You’re not hungry?”
She let her free hand fall over his cheek, resting at his shoulder. “That’s how you’re taking care of me?” He opened his mouth to answer, but he huffed air from his nose as he shrugged and shook his head. He didn’t know, and she didn’t, either. “Alright, then.”
Peggy, nowhere near hungry but understanding baser instincts when she saw them, took a small bite off the end of the piece of chicken on the fork. She held the rest out to him as she chewed, their eyes locked as he pulled the piece from the fork with his teeth and ate it.
It almost made her feel better that Steve seemed as baffled by his behavior as she was, that his eyes were lost and frustrated as he seemed to need to wait until she ate before he could, though as they neared the end of the plate, he took the fork from her and fed himself, his grasp somewhat looser as he held her in his lap.
“First thing tomorrow, no delaying,” she demanded softly as he pushed the plate away. He nodded and she moved from his lap, busying herself and her mind with the dishes. She tried to avoid the racing questions, the wild what-ifs that started to run through her mind as she cleaned the pans and plates, Steve still sitting quietly behind her.
She couldn’t help but smile when she felt him behind her as she stood at the sink, rinsing the last plate. It felt more like the way things had been for him to step up behind her with her hands filled with soap suds. He pressed tight against her, chest to back, and let his hands wrap around her, holding her low on her belly. His nose nuzzled against her nape as she set the last plate to dry, leaning back into him. She heard him take a deep breath in, the air tickled over her skin and made her shiver.
Peggy reached one arm up behind her, letting her fingers tangle in his hair, holding his lips against her flesh as he began to kiss and nip. It was different from how he’d held her at the sink the other day: it was more insistent, more possessive. She tried to avoid the dark thoughts that wanted to seep into her mind as he touched her. He needed her touch right now, and that’s all she cared about.
She couldn’t help but wonder if this was how he felt every time she’d come to him, worked up and needing something only he could give.
Steve growled, low in his throat. It was deep and dark and domineering and something about it excited her. They were supposed to be avoiding touching, but she had barely touched him all day and she felt starved for him.
He felt wound up behind her, the power in his body held back and ready to burst. She wondered if it was the hormones or just the feeling of finally deciding to allow herself to touch him after all the hours of trying to stay apart. Either way, it had been hours since they’d touched before dinner and she felt no pain, no tingling, no discomfort but she yearned for him like she couldn’t explain.
He spun her in his arms, lifting her on to the counter and taking her lips. She kissed him back, happy to let him take the lead, his eyes dark with lust.
~*~
He held her possessively as he slept, in a way Peggy couldn’t ever remember Steve holding her before. On one hand, she felt safe and protected, but on the other, this new, darker side to him was concerning. It was the only reason she’d relented, the only reason she’d allowed him to touch her.
She’d only seen it when she couldn’t process it: when she’d been in so much pain and his skin was the only thing that would bring her relief. She could almost remember the look on his face in the hospital, and again when he crashed through the wall, but tonight she could see his eyes, feel the energy burning through him and she knew, she knew deep down, something about what Howard had done had caused this switch in him.
Touching him helped, just like it had helped her, but he said he didn’t feel pain. He couldn’t describe it to her beyond the idea of keeping her safe. She didn’t know what that meant to him, didn’t know why it tapped into his need to see her eat, then to see her safely to the bedroom, to hold her until he needed to touch and kiss her again, then to hold her until he fell asleep.
She wasn’t sure if the touching was helping all that much, but at least he was asleep.
The knot of anxiety in her stomach started to rise, acid burning and that sickly wave feeling ran through her as she broke out in a sweat. She tried to push away from him but his arms twined around her tighter.
“Mine,” he mumbled in his sleep.
“Steve, let go,” she pushed against him while attempting to slow the rising nausea within her, but trying to move his arms was like trying to dislodge metal clamps. “Please, I have to—”
She knew he wasn’t fully awake, she’d encountered this sleepy, half cognizant Steve before. Usually, he was soft and gentle and smiled at her. This one grumbled and repeated his possession of her, holding tight.
Finally, Peggy could take it no more. She kicked him between the legs, hard, and scrambled to the edge of the bed when he loosened his grip. She didn’t make it to the bathroom, but managed to vomit on the floor, avoiding ruining the bed.
By the time she turned back he was wide awake, pressed up on his elbow, eyes clearer than she’d seen them in hours. She wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, kicking her way out of the blankets and climbing out of the bed from the bottom, avoiding looking at him.
“Peggy…” He sat, still confused, “what…”
She nearly ran from the room, making it to the bathroom just in the nick of time. When there was nothing left to come back up, she flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth before heading back to the bedroom.
The lights were on and Steve was drying the floor where he’d cleaned up her mess. He stopped and stood when she leaned on the doorjamb, spent. “Peggy, I’m so sorry.” He looked down at the towel in his hand and then tossed it over by the laundry bag before looking up to her, his blue eyes full of confusion and sadness. “I’ll call Howard right now.”
She nodded, hands still shaking a bit from vomiting. “I’m going to make a cup—”
“I’ve got it,” he said quickly, moving to her and pressing a kiss to her hair before lifting her from her feet and setting her on the bed. “Lay down, I’ll bring it in after I’ve called Howard.”
She watched him go, tears pricking at the back of her eyes. She wanted to argue, but he seemed clearer, more like himself, and she was afraid to open up whatever Pandora’s Box was behind his need to take care of her, at least until Howard got there.
Peggy slipped back into bed, building the pillows up behind her. She might be better, but that meant nothing if Steve was worse.
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I finished reading Six of Crows last night, and I have thoughts about the book and how the show made adaptation changes. I haven't flailed about a book on social media for a while, so thanks to @ravenya003 for encouraging me to post my thoughts.
So many spoilers for the book and the Shadow and Bone show to follow.
First of all, I loved it. I loved getting to spend more time with these characters, and getting to see their relationships with each other develop, and not just the romantic ones. (For instance, I am HERE for Nina and Inej’s friendship and how they support each other at key moments. So good. Can’t wait to see them interact in the show now.)
Second, I’m kind of glad they aged up the characters for the show just a wee bit. I kept having to remind myself that book!Matthias is the oldest of them at 18, and he’s been in Hellgate prison for a year. They’ve all been through a lot, and for me at least, making them all early 20s instead of mid to late teens for the show made a lot more sense.
So I knew the basics of Kaz’ trauma because I went out and spoiled myself, but actually reading it was rough. I knew that he blamed Pekka Rollins for Jordie’s death, but I didn’t know anything about the depth of the long con. I think I knew there was an illness outbreak involved, and my guess going in was that Pekka’s gang robbed and killed Jordie while he and Kaz were both sick, but what actually happened is so much worse. No wonder Kaz has trust issues. Also, the bit about how he had to get back to shore after being dumped with the rest of the bodies is going to stay with me. So good. So upsetting.
And then there’s Inej… I loved her in the show, and I just… love her more now. I love that she’s brave and capable and wants something more for herself… that’s something that I actually really like about all of the tangled relationships in this book? They all have things that are really important to them outside of being part of the group or having FRUSTRATING FEELINGS THAT MADE ME SCREAM IN SHIPPER. Anyway… that moment where Inej realizes, while climbing up that incinerator shaft because Kaz trusted she could, that what she wants to do with her life and her skills is take down as many slavers as humanly possible was amazing. I loved it.
We got little hints of all of the characters backstory in the show, but Nina and Matthias were just… straight up their flashback scenes from the book, with the timeline adjusted slightly. (Nina was originally out looking for Grisha with Zoya omg want to know more about that.) I like that show!Nina is a spy, what with all of those language capabilities. ANYWAY. Nina is just… vivacious and fun and very very sad at the same time, and reading all of those sweet Nina/Matthias flashbacks with dialogue just… used verbatim in the show because it’s SO CUTE interspersed with the way that she and Matthias interact in the “present” of the book was… devastating. Also I may have screamed FUCK YOU MATTHIAS and scared my dog at one point. If you’ve read it you know where. And then I had to take it back because the straight laced viking block of ice suddenly revealed he could lie like a PRO.
Wylan is adorable. I lost it at his "Who is mark?” question and Jesper’s utter exasperation. One of the things about Wylan I really love is how he shows how this little group of people just… takes you in as you are and really respects you for the skills you have and what you bring to the table. When he started making that tool to cut Fabrikator made glass out of parts lying around the gate house and Jesper’s improvised diamond drill bit, I was impressed. Also, Jesper whining about babysitting all the way to Fjerda was highly amusing. Oh my sweet summer child.
Have I talked about Kaz/Inej yet and how it is destroying my soul right now? Can I talk about how they are both such damaged people who “doesn’t trust easily” is the understatement of the year, but they trust each other and are vulnerable with each other and will do things that step all over their trauma for that trust. (I just about had heart failure when Inej let Nina put the Menagerie tattoo back on her.) And I have so much respect for Inej for realizing what she wants and not settling for anything less, but also poor Kaz for not being able just yet to explain why he’s got all of that armor in the first place (if I read correctly, he hadn’t even told her Jordie existed before the events of the book, much less exactly what happened.) And then things end how they end with them, and Inej gets fucking kidpanned, and it’s a good thing I bought a box set with Crooked Kingdom, which I will be starting today.
So I haven’t even talked about the heist yet, and I love heists. I love how it moved, I love how all of the parts fit together, and I am HORRIFIED by the existence of jurda parem. The book’s first chapter really sets the scene for how messed up that stuff is, and so the stakes were always high, but WOW. It really made the moment when Nina decides to take it and does what she does so powerful. (We still don’t know if she’s ok by the end… please be ok, Nina.)
Other places in no particular order I was Not Ok:
The scene in the wagon where Kaz is not doing well and Inej is trying to give him as much space as she can and a;dlkfajfa;kfljad; I’m fine.
Inej getting stabbed. Not. Cool. (But Kaz’ “I am going to do incredibly violent things to you because you hurt a person I cared about while appearing calm” pushes multiple narrative buttons of mine so good on you, LB.)
Nina and Matthias discovering the burned Grisha bodies and Jesper being the one to do the mercy kill so neither Nina nor Inej had to. That whole bit was ROUGH.
The reveal of the lab and how long the druskelle leadership has been experimenting on Grisha. I think I had to put the book down, take a few deep breaths, and go outside after that because WOW that’s nasty.
Other random favorite moments included:
Matthias being the one who speaks up for Kuwei when he and Nina find him (and the reveal that he’s an inferni and his dad was a Fabrikator… the fact that jurda parem started out as an experiment that was supposed to help Grisha control their powers and hide from persecution is just heartbreaking).
And to end on a happy note… One of my favorite visuals of this whole book is Jesper fricking Fahey driving a tank with a “Fjerdan might” banner streaming behind it. I cannot WAIT to get to see this with my own two eyes.
And now I’m going to go start Crooked Kingdom because I will not be ok until Inej is ok.
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Summer Gardening.
So it’s been a while, and for that I apologize to the... 200+ people who follow me. I’m sure y’all are here for the cat pics and the nekked men, but TOO BAD. Today you get to suffer through pics of my green children.
Also, I do share seed. My seed list link will be up later in the year.
To begin with, the summer flowers are out en force:
Echinacea Purpurea, the original echinacea. I do save yearly seed from these guys, although it’s an incredibly pointy, stabby and bleed-y job.
Mountain Phlox. Unfortunately, all of it around the house is afflicted with powdery mildew, so I will not share seed. But it’s still pretty to look at, and the clearwings (hummingbird moths) love it. Not pictured is the white variant, who grows on the other side of the house. Look, it was hot and I was already melting.
Peppermint Balsam. This thing is basically indestructible, for an annual. It will reseed freely (to truly Lovecraftian levels) and blooms continuously from late spring until mid-fall, when the seed-pods set. There is a dormant genetic in it for double flowers, but when it pops up it’s always been sterile. It just pops up occasionally from the peppermint seed.
I may give the roommate hell over the hostas (I hate them. They’re so useful to protect toads and control weeds, but I hate them), but they do put out pretty flowers. There are several variants around the house - white-edged, blue and green, but hostas in general are very, very hard to start from seed. I will save it on request, only.
We were also incredibly lucky to have a Moth Mullein sprout in our porch bed, along with some Variegated Solomon’s Seal.The SS doesn’t put out seeds, and I don’t have enough to share bulbs (yet), but the mullein has been exceptionally generous with seed pods, and it repels bugs. It repels ROACHES. It’s going everywhere. And I may be convinced to part with some seed.
Onward!
A view from a hill. Can you see the garden? That’s OK, I can’t either. Those are peach trees, on the side of the orchard closest to the house. Unfortunately a freak storm during early spring killed all the blossoms. Also, don’t mistake ‘orchard’ for ‘organized’. There’s a pear, some apples, a plum, some nectarines? And front and center are two walnuts. I’ll probably be plunking my laurel there to see if it survives winter. And someday when I have a job and money again, I would like to drop a few Chicago Hardy figs, and maybe a kiwi trellis.
This is the big garden (and fortunately not my responsibility, or I would cry). The guys are ‘handling’ it. The weeds say otherwise.
The jasmine tree and the roommate’s garden. Because of a bad back injury that refuses to heal, I’ve been helping them on and off with it. And if you thought jasmine was supposed to stay a delightful little bush, AHAHAHAHAH. Yes, that’s a light-post next to it. For size comparison.
MY CHILDREN. Please ignore the dead soccer ball. That’d be a dog toy.
Lemon balm, amaranth, and a new bed that I’ll be finishing off during fall, for use next year. The lemon balm is a permanent row - it will overwinter just fine, and it will even keep growing through the mildest part of December. Mine didn’t die back until a few solid days of sleet in January. Unfortunately the weed fabric under the amaranth turned out to be an old roll, and fell apart on me (no big, the whole point is for it to fall apart eventually), so the weeds have kinda eaten it alive.
Unfortunately, both cucumber beetles and blister beetles love the amaranth. Fortunately, it does not seem to give a damn. It’s an incredibly resilient plant, not minding weeds, bugs, flood or drought. We’ll see what the grain actually tastes like, but so far it’s looking like a good candidate for continuous growing.
The lemon balm is lemon-balming. Planted on a lark, it’s proven to be a fantastic wind-breaker - because it grows so early and so quick, it keeps the colder winds that come down through the hollow from my more fragile seedlings, like the lettuce, dill and cilantro. You can see here where the spent flower-heads are dying but there’s new growth underneath; I really have to get in there and behead it. It makes nice hot tea, meh cold tea, and hanging fresh bunches of it around the balcony keeps the skeeters off. It also seems to be a decoy for cabbage moths.
Canary Zinnia. The seed was sent to me as a gift with one of my seed orders, and this is my first year growing it. -If- I can save some, I’ll definitely be sharing and growing again. It’s a lovely plant, very sturdy, and the bees love it.
Dwarf Castor Oil. I don’t think there’s anything dwarf about it, but then I’m a short green witch myself, so maybe it’s all about perspective. Don’t let the pods lie to you, until they dry the spikes are relatively soft. However, it being castor oil, I don’t recommend it to anyone with ducks, chickens, goats, or anything that might accidentally try talking a nibble or pecking at the beans. I do, however, recommend them from jewelry if you know how to pierce things and so on. They are a gorgeous tiger-stripe pattern.
Say hello to the chard! Say goodbye to the chard! Nothing else, absolutely nothing else since the limas, has given me so much trouble. The deer love getting into my chard bed and destroying it (ergo all the forks). And once I managed to chase those off, the blister beetles showed up in force. This will be the last year I grow it - we just don’t eat enough of it to make it worth my while, and it only occasionally sold at the Farmers’ Market.
Red lettuce - Merlot and Lollo Vino, a combination of bought and saved seed. I planted a red romaine of some sort, too, but unsurprisingly it bolted in the heat. The darker reds of my favorites, though, keep bugs off them, keep deer from noticing them, and keep them from bolting. It’s just now threatening to, and at this point its kind of allowed. I need more seed for next year. Seed for this will likely be shared by the teaspoon-ful.
Calendula! I searched for a long time to find the plain ol’ calendula officinalis ancestor, rather than a cultivar where I would have no way of knowing if the medicinal principles would have been sacrificed for looks. It’s supposed to work well as poor man’s saffron (color, no taste), and I’m going to be soaking the heck outta my feet on it during winter. The plant is... not pretty. It gets leggy and the leaves get grotty very quickly. But it’s very sturdy and as long as you cut the flowerheads off as fast as you can, it’ll keep blooming until well into winter. I usually leave it to go to seed around late September.
Green cilantro seeds. You pick ‘em when they’re brown, but before they drop off the plant. Or you pick ‘em when they’re brown-ing, and put them in a paper bag so they’ll finish ripening there and you don’t end up with fifty wild cilantro plants in your garden >_> Most of the row is already gone, and I’ll be putting in a late dill crop in its place. No such thing as too much dill!
Don’t let lemongrass lie to you. Unless you tie it up, it will not grow up neat and tidy, as most grass does. Instead it will sprawl like a dramatic wilting Elizabethan lady and do its best to end up under your feet so you’ll feel bad about it. I just tie it up with a half-blade of grass; it dries up and withers away before it can hurt the plant.
I ordered pennyroyal seed because... Well, because it’s something one should have on hand, considering the way the world is going. What I got was Creeping Pennyroyal, which doesn’t care if you step on it (mint family), smells absolutely delightful, and has the most adorable, tiny purple flowers. I plan on harvesting, drying and sprinkling it everywhere in the crawlspace under the house. Making war on cave crickets, wood roaches, and other such sundries, me.
The thyme and Spicy Oregano took a beating in the heat, but they’re slowly bouncing back. The bed behind them is more pennyroyal, desperately in need of weeding, but there’s only one of me, y’know.
SIGH.
Just.
You absolute, ill-mannered monster of a creature.
That would be horseradish, gloriously happy to be alive, as horseradish should be. Also, NOT IN ITS BASKET. Because never mind the rules, I guess.
I don’t even know how I’m gonna dig that up come winter. With some construction equipment, I GUESS.
Decorative gourd! It’s the only one producing so far, but being the seed was 10+ years old, I’m very pleased.
And an apple gourd (I think?), from a mixture of drying gourds that was only slightly less ancient. Snake, apple and birdhouse gourds. There’s a bunch of them competing in the basket at this point, we’ll see what we will see.
And this, I think, is a great use of a dead canopy frame (the dogs ate the canopy. No, I’m not making it up.) I hope to coax the gourds to grow me a lil’ roof so I can sit in shade, surrounded by pennyroyal anti-skeeter barriers, eating my maters.
My Peter Peppers (nrehehehehe) aren’t producing yet - it takes them a while. But my Chinese 5-Color are getting started. It’s a lovely pepper, both edible and ornamental, with (so I’m told) about four times the heat of a Jalapeno. They’re tiny, with deep purple undertones to the plant. They’ll go purple-white-yellow-orange-red.
The bullhorns, on the other hand, are fairly sizable SWEET peppers on very tiny plants, and I honestly suggest staking them while they’re young so they grow a sturdy trunk, else you might end up with all of them growing at a slant.They’re just now beginning to turn colors. Keeping in mind I’m virulently allergic to peppers (less so sweet than hot, but allergic to all of them), the roommate loves ‘em.
It’s a small pepper bed - mainly to refresh my seed on the hots, and to grow sweets for the roommate. Pardon the nekked bed, the autumn lettuce hasn’t sprouted yet. And yes, that’s a mixed basil/dill bed next to it. My basil grew in patchy holes (NEVER buying from those seed people again), so I filled the holes with dill. Unfortunately, dill seed heads are so fine that they’re hard to photograph well.
The tomato row. After arguing with them for this long, I went the extra mile. Every plant has a metal stake. There’s also a double line growing at the top supporting the stakes so they don’t fall over. And they still fell over. Because why not, you unruly children, why not.
Green, white, pink and brown cherry tomatoes. Delicious!
Two kinds of cucumbers, some of the only decent shots of the dill seed-heads, and a special guest hiding in the shade. I usually plant dill as soon as the cucumber sprouts, to keep cucumber beetles off it. Otherwise I’d have no cucumbers and a lot of fat beetles.
The Muncher is a small cucumber, somewhat delicate. It’s very sensitive to temperature changes, and it’s candy to cucumber beetles - basically, it’s impossible to grow it without a heavy curtain of dill, or a heavy duty decoy. This year I got lucky enough to have both. It’s also delicious pickled, keeping its crunch and getting a good ooomph in flavor.
The Japanese Long is, as the name implies, long. It’s also incredibly bitey, and absolutely scrumptious. It’s sweet! And unlike the average cucumber, it does not go metallic when salted.
And now for the SPECIAL CHILD OF MY HEART.
Seriously. I have been lusting after Blue Tea Peas since I first saw them offered, and every single time they’d be sold out pretty much the day of. This year I finally got some and... remember me mentioning that freak freeze that killed the peach blossoms? Yeah. Guess what it also killed.
But two plants soldiered on. I have them heavily shielded by the cucumbers, dill and chamomile, and really I have no words for the blue. Pics don’t do it justice. I won’t have the tea this year, I’m saving as much seed as I can, but I am so pleased to have it at all!
Last, but not least, and it’s a poor shot of it, the chamomile. I cannot drink chamomile to sleep - it does put me to sleep, but it also gives me bad dreams. I plan on using it as a skin wash for all the bug bites, along with the calendula, and to give me some respite from dry skin during winter.
Stay green! See you in fall! Now back to our normal schedule of frogs, cats and nekked men!
#garden#summer garden#gourd#tomatoes#calendula#hot peppers#sweet peppers#basil#dill#lettuce#red lettuce#chard#cilantro#horseradish#cucumber#amaranth#lemon balm#chamomile#blue tea pea#castor oil#zinnia#mountain phlox#echinacea#balsam#pennyroyal#thyme#oregano#lemongrass
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Hey hi your murder mystery art is super totally cool and amazing and I'd like to Extra! Extra! hear all about it *rattles bells*
haha wow i cant believe ud ask me THIS! unbelievable! now im gonna have to make a long post!
all info under the cut cause im kind like that ♥
For reasons I felt like making a Fancy Ass murder mystery story, with you know, hella complex secret storylines and everyone having drama and shit, and one person died but the more the story goes the less people care about who did the murder and the more they want tHE JUICY DETAILs. X and Y had an afFAIR you say!!! well that’s thousands time more interesting than that murder that happened, who cares about the culprit its not like any of us are going anywhere anyway! tell me more about the marital issues!
The ultimate Vibes are Clue (the game, ya kno, it had a movie too, and that movie was shot with three different endings -fun fact- so that movie theatres could play one alternatively that way people wouldnt get spoiled or even if they did they would not get the ending they were spoiled or even if all three were spoiled you couldnt know which ending you were getting anyway, big dick move, cause its an old movie and film is expensive, also that movie stupid and campy, ALSO I ONLY LEARNED MAKING THIS AU THAT IN ENGLISH THE GAME’S CALLED “CLUE” wE CALL IT CLUEDO therefore my wip playlist is called cluedo. because. fuck it.)(i just have an emotional attachment to that game i even had a cd rom video game version and it was the spookiest shit for a 6 years old, trust me, i played it so much tho i didnt even understand the rULES i was just making scenarios like gathering the characters in rooms n making conversations outloud cause honestly the banter is the best part of a murder mystery) ANYWAY that sure is a whole paragraph of tangent.
BUT YE the inspo from the Clue game. you can tell it from the Colours obviously, everyone’s colour codded.(even everyone’s name is colours as well you’ll see it’s real dang fancy! im just remaking that game but with 2932020 characters and more behind the scenes drama and also for gay people.)
So BASIC PLOT!
Sir Belyy, the dude in white, is The Rich Powerful Respected Fancy Boss, and he throws a Fancy Reception Party with his closest friends and associates to celebrate the opening of a new branch of his business. All the lads gather in his wonderful little very isolated mansion in the middle of nowhere, like ok he got a death wish or something or he’s very trusting of his business partners, but not a good move, cause in the middle of the reception, as A Phat Storm Starts (for plot convenience, we going with a campy vibe if you couldnt tell), his body is found, it’s awful, there’s a killer on the loose! All the guests gather, and attempt to maybe contact the authorities, to not avail, since The Storm ya know, phone lines are Broken my dude. Its clear that the culprit is among them, since no one could have entered the house, or left it (cuz once again, ThE sTORm). And then it’s all about interrogating each other, distrust, alliances and betrayal, revealing one’s deepest secrets when they form an alibi and revealing someone else’s deepest secret for they could be a motive! Meanwhile there’s a dead body in the mansion just chillin there.
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So as I mentioned, I changed everyone’s name to be colour related (or ya know, food or flowers of that colour cause sometimes a colour in a language would not work as a name given the way names work in that culture all that jazz) which is the trippiest thing cause tHATS NOT YALLS USUAL NAMES but its fun (also changed so many ages hgfhs it was a trip)(still no one’s really old i guess i got boomerphobia). The “Cast” is clearly the most important part, and if ur a True “My OCs” Connaisseur (hdfghd the most useful skill to have, knowing *MY* Charactersdshgd) you may have recognised some faces and can already read some vibes and predict who will be progressing the plot and who will be yelling at people throwing accusations ghdfgd.
(god i wish i hadnt slacked off making the portraits of everyone in that AU i only have 3 tho that’s so sad so ill just make little sketches just cause <3 only text??? i got too many hoes with no attention span for that)
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Sir BELYY (the one who dIEs lmao)
(bust shot missing the fact that this man is the tallest beefiest lad around)
Intimidating, powerful, composed, wealthy, carries the name of a family who has generations of control to it’s reputation, he’s The Man that hoes who believe in the economy wishes they were. As in, the “self made” man who only just happened to benefit from having a wealthy background to uplift his plans. In his youth, he wanted to prove his worth, seperated himself from his father, started a business, that business became big, then got attached to the family’s business, bam back to square one but with Reputation now. There seemed to be VERY big tension between him and The Father, some speculate it had to do with his unknown mother, and some family drama there, and it never got resolved as old man Belyy died quite young (the jUICY speculations are that current sir Belyy mURDEREd old man sir Belyy, fucked up if true!). People love him though in general, as he has that reputation of “Cold Lad With a Gold Heart” aka he takes people under his wings, donates, doesnt treat his employees like the absolute worst garbage etc... you know, he’s rich and a half decent person, so obviously he’s an angel on earth. But does it matter though, he’s dead! that’s the concept of the story!
Mr.GRAY (the grey guest)(who could have guessed from the name)
He’s one of Sir Belyy’s oldest employees, and benefits from a high rank in the company. But, sadly for him, he’s been stagnating lately, as newer, youngest employees seem to have Belyy’s favours, and are his prefered associates for important tasks and positions. Therefore he has Some Bitterness, Some Salt, Some Distaste, some unbriddled but professionally muted hatred for Specific people in the company. He can be an antagonistic figure, but the amount of time he spent in Belyy’s circle grants him an immense quantity of information about the man, but mostly, about his business. Anything about the company’s history, dealings, operations, he’s aware of, either having been told of them, or having snooped around to obtain, immune to being questioned due to his legitimacy in the company.
Mr.LIM (the green guest)
Remember when it was said that Gray had beef with some employees cause they were younger and rose to high ranks faster than him and became Belyy’s favourite over him? Yeah well here comes the one he hates the most for that (ofc he’s belyys fave cuz he’s Mine <3) Our lad caught Belyy’s attention for his Exploits in like, em fancy high school tournaments of smart people, it’s a thing its ridiculous, making kids compete on Smart stuff for the pride of their schools n shit, well homie Lim got clout when doing that, and Belyy was extremely interested cause that kid’s main thing was how “this young lad got mad strategic skills tf are u a war general or smth how fancy”, and that’s a coveted skill for ruthless business. So as soon as the kid is an adult, bam, join the company my dude. And because he’s just that Cool n Sexy ofc he met the expectations Belyy had, and old man Belyy got attached cuz it do be such a young lad, a kid, mentally i am adopting. That’s how you get a youngas employee becoming the right hand man of one the phatest CEO in a few years, and even make your way into being a Good Lad on top of a business partner. And that’s how you get Gray to hate your ass too. Now though, fine lad with mad strategic skills, rising to power that fast, and even infiltrating Belyy’s private life? If I were Gray I’d call suspicion there’s surely some shady stuff going no way we’re just dealing with a nice fella who just happens to work good and be friendly to the boss right?
Herra MUSTA (the black “guest”)
Belyy’s newest butler, assistant, house keeper, he multitasks. His family has been tied to Belyy’s for generations, fullfilling roles of help, but also of confidents. He’s been the head butler since only a short time, after his mother passed, and as such is still “in training” you could say, despite having served the family his whole life. There are rumours going around that the contract tying his family to the Belyys may end on his generation and need to be resigned. He known the manor by heart, and carries all keys to any locked room (and mostly, The Master Key, cause in an old house, some doors may be locked beyond all still existing keys). He also knows secrets of the family that no one else knows, but good luck getting em out of him, he’s under contract not to divulge em bro.
Mr. HASSEL (the brown guest)
Belyy’s childhood friend. They grew up together, pictured their dreams together, sworn to flourish together, worked together when starting the company, and then Hassel felt he should create his own thing instead of depending on his friend’s existing wealth, and while Belyy’s business went wild, his never took off. They still stayed very close, despite the massive difference in wealth. Belyy considers him his closest friend, the one person he can trust (fucked if hassel did the murder lemme tell u). So of course, he’s still always invited to the Prestigious meet ups where’s he’s free to feel uncomfortably out of place amongst all the rich and powerful people that he could have been a part of had he had a tiny bit of luck and a small loan from a wealthy relative...People LOVE saying he’s still hanging out with Belyy so much to leech off his wealth, cause of course they do! His bestie status means he has a whole different brand of information of Belyy than his butler does, the Most Intimate Stuff, the Childhood Stuff. The Juicy stuff ya kno...But Bro Code, its all secrets...
Sir RUZH (the red “guest”)
Deep dive into Belyy’s personnal history, the man has many employees working at his house keeping it working, clean, ya know the vibe. They live on the premice, one has a kid who’s just a Joy to be around, all the employees just vibe with that lad, he’s just a born socialite you know? Belyy gets to meet the kid, and also hella vibes with him. And because human are influenced by their feelings, he gives the kid’s mum a bit of a preferencial treatment, in the tasks she fullfils and all, til he gives her an important-as mission, and then there’s an accident n mama dies, and now Belyy got guilt and there’s this kid who just Vibes. So naturally the move is to take the kid in, and play on how his vibes are just so clean, and raise him to be the Perfect Entertainer for guests, bam, its soft power propaganda, if everyone loves your now son’s vibes, they associate them with you too. And also that’s kind of a clean rep, the selfless man who adopted his employee’s son to not have him fall to the streets, how heartwarming. Not at all traumatising for the kid too I bet! But anyway now the lad is just the most charming young adult, mission accomplished. He’s always present at any reception, ready to work his people-pleasing magic, and then going back to a gigantic empty manor to wait for the next and curate the perfect vibes to meet the expectations of dad. On the plus side, he knows everyone, and those who don’t know him cannot wAIT to, he’s just got that aura ya know. People skills for miles, and the insider knowledge that comes with being the son of the CEO, all this hidden behind the personna of the fresh innocent bashful party lad.
Dr.FEN (the pink guest)
Do not get mistaken by the title, he’s no doc, he will not diagnose you with anything, he just studied long enough to get the sexy title. Study in what? Haha. Nothing shady. Just toxicology. He’s a world reknown poison expert basically, that’s his main thing. Oh but don’t worry, of course studying substances that may kill people is only for finding out how to cure them from it of course. What brings him in this circle? Simple, Belyy may or may not have started to suffer some weird illness that no doctor has been able to find the source, let alone cure, of. Him and Dr.Fen had met previously on some event, cause some rich man also love flexing how smart they are and attending sciencey shit, and he was contacted as sort of a shot in the dark. The lad does know how to treat some things, maybe he can treat The Mysterious Unwellness, since no traditional doctor was able to. He knows science, he’s trustworthy, bam, you’re hired to work on My Case Exclusively. Thanks to this, Dr.Fen has access to the whole health history of Belyy and his family, to many mANY dangerous substances, and also has The Respect of the hoes at the party. He HAS a doctorate after all. Epitome of knowledge. And he’s a kind to people and he wears pink like dang how can you nOT pour your wHOLE trust in him.
Sir MOREVITCH (the blue guest)
Youngest son of an affluent family, who used to be close the the Belyys. The two families fell slightly appart after the death of the previous head of the family on the Belyy side, as they do nOT vibe with the current one (well current, til the first night of the story ig). But, unbeknownst to all, one strong link had been kept, between the youngest of the Morevitch, who dislikes his family and wishes to emancipate himself from them while also assuring his depart will not throw him basically in the streets, and our beloved Sir Belyy, who also dislikes the Morevitches but loves to see the rebellious energy of the young one (and ya know, my enemy’s enemy’s my friend or however you say that). So Belyy’s basically offering tips and helping Morevitch plant himself safely out of his family’s grasp, but it’s all taking quite some time isn’t it, slow and steady is fine until your parents try to arrange a wedding to secure more political power, and suddenly it is all quite urgent that you escape that situation because No Thank You Parents I Do Not Want A Wife I’m Too Young And Also Huh <3 Stuff You Won’t Like Hearing For Sure <3. The people who know they’re working together also know that it’s a big point of argument between them, the difference in vision between “you have to go slow and steady to be safe” and “I have very limited time to get to that safety anyway so I gotta risk it” “hell no you cant i can’t follow through if we’re going that quick that’ll put me at risk and you’re family’s gonna send gunmen to take me down”. A mess, it’d be much quicker to just obtain a few million bucks out of nowhere and bolt for sure...
Mr.GANG (the orange guest)
Morevitch’s trusted assistant. He hears the concerns, he helps the secret businesses, he lies to the parents about the whereabouts, and mostly, he’s basically a budget spy. The lad got that talent where people just don’t notice him popping behind them and catching all their dirty laundry as they confess it to someone they trust, and he always manages to break into places, get the intel he was looking for, and escape, putting everything back into place as if no one was ever there (wonder where he got all those skills from damn!). But what he’s even better at is being sneaky not only to benefit his boss, but himself as well <3. If he can catch all the info in the world, go any places, nothing’s stopping him from playing double agent and also going behind Morevitch’s back. After all the assistant life isn’t the most glamourous and rewarding, who can blame him from going and using his talents to build his own little exit route, right? Everybody sort of knows he cannot be trusted, but also no one managed to really incriminate or stop him, and as much as he has tea on many people, no has it on him, but bet once found that would be heeeella juicy.
M.MOUTARDE (the yellow guest)(this one is straight up the name of the yellow player in the french edition of clue too when i say its my main vibe)
Moutarde was an influential celebrity. He had a big break acting in a movie that the whole country stanned so hard they basically turned the script into their national anthem (they would have if it was a true democracy where the people really decide), he was so handsome and elegant, everyone’s dream husband. And then the fame fiddled out because it’s how fame is, one moment you’re the sexiest dish on the table and the next someone brings in dessert and baam, its all about that fresh cake, and no one pays any mind to your delightful aroma anymore, you’ve gone cold, they had a bite, their interest is somewhere else. Belyy really admires his work though, and mostly finds his image fits with the brand of his company, therefore the two are working on a collaboration to make Moutarde a representative. This WOULD boost Moutarde’s reputation, for his ads would be displayed on every imaginable surface of the country, and it would also benefit the company cause being represented by thAT sexy motherfucker? clearly that’s a deal. The freshness of the partnership means Moutarde is a newcomer in the guests, a fresh face, with no reputation, no relationships, no unfair biases against him. He’s just the new handsome charismatic lad with a squeaky clean image. Emphasis on “image”. After all, no one really knows anything of his background, right?
Kun.LAWENDER (the purple guest)
Private investigator, very useful to be around at a party it’s almost like it was expected there’d be a body to investigate, he’s a very close associate of Belyy, as there’s nothing more important to business than investigating the rivals and finding dirt on them to make them fall through infamy. He’s not exactly the PI who goes look for justice to be served, he’s just here for cash bro. He’s got intel on everyone, and will only let it out if offered the right thing in return (money, or sometimes other pieces of very secret intel, trade is good). Wouldn’t advise letting him and Gang team up tbh but they probably wouldnt, as Lawender is really more of a lone wolf player, going on his own for himself. The one thing that negates his usefulness as a PI on an accidental crime of scene is that even if he knew the whole truth of the event he would not spit it out unless he benefitted from saying it. He sure is a polarising lad, but at the same time, an untouchable one, he’s too knowledgeable to be taken down. Rather than sneaky, he’s extremely observant, noticing the tiniest details and engraving them in his memory, ready to be linked up to other details to deduct the big picture. He’s the upfront tea gathered basically (as opposed to Gang’s shadow tea gathering if you will, they are similar forces but using opposite methods)(also one of em got a licence n the other does not hAH).
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Now the secrets, all of em have them. One of em at least got the secret of having KILLED Belyy that’s that. But that’s to be kept for later (for if i ever use this story for more than daydream material gfhjgh) bet you can imagine what some of em may be just out of Knowing what i do, from having seen the characters in other contexts, or just because you’re a genius and reading the character profiles immediatly lit up the bulbs in your head forming the perfect theory, props to you, mad genius.
Honestly my thoughts are just how lit of a game that would be, you get to pick one hoe (maybe sum are locked til u find their secrets for juicy purposes) and you do your invetigation using your character’s perks and disadvantages, and maybe there could even be Multiple scenarios and outcomes, to spice it up, give replay value, i just think it’d be a game id spend hours on. tryin to get the spicy details of everyone’s life. walking around n digging through a rich man’s stuff, witnessing the drAMA of people fighting cause they’re locked in with a murderer and that’s stressful ngl. That or a long ass show @ netflix wanna give me a show maybe? give me hella budget we’re making it animated cause im too cultured for live action.
whatever i make of it though, i hope i can make this story Flourish, just so that i can lay down all those secret backstories i’ve written. i want the satisfaction of throwing out the craziest secret drama between character n seeing peeps loose their minds, it just is a tasty experience.
also i gotta say, i plug the hell out of Clue for an inspo but when i was building the basics of the story my mind immediatly went “oH MY GOD THE VIBES,, THE BACKSTABBING AND tEAMING UP and all,,, its The Genius, that one tv show where peeps have to do the wildest games that require strategy n they’re in that fancy set that looks like a rich ppl mansion oh god the vibes” so yeah, i rewatched the whole first two seasons cause they’re my faves and that had an impact if only minimal in the aesthetic.
Anyway hope that quick presentation gave you a lil taste of the story, and maybe,,,, got you curious,,, craving to learn more like you never did before (im exaggerating the only real question we all got is just “so who’s fuckin with whom then how many of yall secretly dating” this the real deal)
#doodlin every lad's face at one rly be like 'welcome to the cheekbone festival'#they got antti AND said at once like the cheekbonage is out of this world!#that's musta n gang btw#also every single time i draw cream (blue lad) im like 'i havent drawn u in ages' n it isnt#that i dont draw him much anymore#but that ive drawn only this bitch for months back in the days#him bein in this without his lover....criminal#cuz his boo wouldnt fit a murder mystery au like#hoes would find the corpse he'd just be like 'welp on that imma go to bed aight bye'#anyway u can tell which of my ocs i simp for v easely#like fr#they the ones i spend the longest drawfigfdj cuz i draw em n then go 'not hot enough do it again'#a struggle!#anyway the secret is that i prepares a motive AND an alibi for all of em#so that i can pick who murdered belyy at the last moment <3#its all abt the contextual clues on the scene of crime <3#none of the drama tells u anything its all for the treat of gossip <3#sad part of this project is how much ive planned n written yet i can barely tell anythin if i want to make it#n ive drawn nothingbhd#i hav a dari n a weiwei in their coloured clothes lookin handsome cuz ofc i do#im predictable i have faves#ask if they're in love in this one too take a fuckin guess#u rly think hoe going to his boss's house so much to see the ceo ???? HAH#the real question isnt if theyre smooshin we all kno that answer the question is if dad white suit knows thATs whats important#are yall secret lovers or is green boy climbing the ladder of the company cuz he's smashing the boss's son#who knows#i do i aint telling pay me
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I taste just like ice cream,
bitch I am so icy,
heart cold like an ice queen,
that's why they don't like me 🎵
-What the hell was that.
Traditionally I start Union updates with semi-relevant song lyrics.
-Why did you start an update at all.
Because it’s time, Shajar! I took a holy oath in my 2020 simming goals post to update Unions once a month, and I’m already a month late.
-But nothing interesting is happening.
That’s never stopped me before. Now listen to Rico Nasty, cry some more about Sophie blowing you off, and shut up.
-Ugh please, I couldn’t be more over Sonia if I tried. I hardly ever texted her links to wedding pinterest boards and quizzes to determine if our parenting styles are compatible.
Did she ever reply?
-She did once and said ‘who dis’. Of course the letters unscrambled spell out ‘do wish’, meaning she did wish me to keep messaging her. I just don’t know where it all went wrong.
-Hey there, 17 year old girl, maybe you’ve had enough neat whiskey for the night? We’re actually running out of bottles.
-Beat it, ponytail, I need to dull my pain. I’ve just been stabbed right in the gut by the love of my life. Just like my style idol and general role model, space opera fascist Kylo Ren.
Shaj I really hate seeing you like this, and not just because the red neon light is super unflattering on your complexion.
-You can fuck right off too, I was perfectly happy with my dads who hate me and my imbecile sister and my brother who might as well not exist, noogie-ing people all day AND night long, but you had to be all ‘OMG IT’S SOPHIE MIGUEL SHAJAR GO TALK TO HER’. Life-ruining-moron.
But I was totally right about you two hitting it off, I mean look how sad you are now that she dumped- yea never mind, that’s not a good argument.
-Look what I can do even though I’ve had 46 whiskeys!! How you like me now, Sophie???
-You’re paying for all these broken glasses, I’m going to need your name and a credit card.
-Yes, fair enough, my name is Cyneswith Union-
-I LOOK GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT
Yea, you really should eat something to soak up all the alcohol. And not to kick you when you’re down, but you should also disregard all those cliches about ~a smile being the most beautiful thing you can wear~ because MAN. Watch out Joaquin, there’s a new Joker on the prowl.
-So.. 20 lobsters thermidor and our most expensive appetizers?
-Aha.
-Would you mind settling your bill now?
-Of course not! My name is Cyneswith Union and this is the credit card my parents got me when I was 6 because we’re super duper best friends! I love my parents! They don’t care about their other daughter at all, even when their other daughter is going through a really hard time because she got the emotional equivalent of a lightsaber wound in the gut. You know what, let me also get 20 bottles of your most overpriced champagne to go with the lobsters.
Feeling better?
-Well it’s hard to feel bad when you’re spending your parents’ money recklessly and with malice aforethought.
It sure is. Alright well, the sun is coming up, maybe we should head home.
-What’s the rush? What is going to happen if I don’t go home, my parents will get worried? LOL
God your life sucks. Ok let’s hit a couple more places.
-Greetings. Welcome to our establishment. I am a human employee from this planet.
Great, nice to meet you.
-I just want there to be no doubt that I am indeed an earthling, born and raised under the earth’s exosphere and not above it.
Leave us alone.
-And I’m the resident community lot sim with that one face template you hate! There must be one of us on every lot you visit!
-And I am here in my revealing outfit to use the dance sphere and make everyone uncomfortable!
You’re actually pretty, I need to keep you in mind for after Don Oates takes a wrecking ball to our genetics, but yea, let’s bounce, Shajar.
Time to visit the happiest place on earth, Deh'Javu Modern Art Museum, home to my favorite piece of art in any medium, The Toilet of Fire. Shove that Fountain up your ass, Duchamp. How we feeling, Shaj?
-This trash can reminds of Sophie :( She used to go around town throwing money she stole from charities in trash cans and then send them riddles for where to find them :(
Enough with Sophie, we’ll find you someone better! Like..
..your aunt! Get the hell out of here Brit Brit, you’re taking up townie space.
-I won’t be long, Gunther’s amazing close-up portrait of my hair was rejected by the museum so I’m here to set this shithole on fire.
In other words Gunther just painted a canvas black and called it a day?
-His art doesn’t cater to plebs. Yes, offense.
Our old friend Ugly Teen Townie is here so finally we can have some fun. Shajar had gone almost 12 hours(!) without noogieing someone and I was starting to worry for her health.
-Yes, yes, I’m starting to feel like myself again..
Good for you, Shaj!
-Hope you’ve made peace with your God, Ugly Teen Townie, this water balloon is filled with horse feces!
-WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET HORSE SHIT
-I ordered it from some guy named Leod McGreggor.
-How about a another joke, MuRRAY?
-What?!
-Now you say, ‘no, I think we’ve had enough of your jokes’. Say it!
-No, I think we’ve had enough of your jokes.
-What do you get when you cross a mentally-ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash? Now you say ‘call the police, Gene!’
-Call the police, Gene!
-I'll tell you what you get..
-YOU GET WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE. HAHA oh man! Good stuff.
Alright I’m starting to feel bad for Ugly Teen Townie, first he had to come to all the toddler birthday parties during the Victoria/Komei era and now this, he has suffered enough at this family’s hands. Time to go home, Shaj.
-Not so fast!
Wow, the Countess and Mrs. Crumplebottom on the same lot, top 10 anime crossovers.
-I have been sent here by the Limp Dick Vamps United organization to recruit Shajar Union.
Ugh you people are still around? Haven’t heard of you losers since the Count wouldn’t let Victoria bang him, which I’m still annoyed about.
-Indeed we are, and it’s clear Shajar is ready to join us, dedicating her life to evil deeds without romantic distractions. I have no idea what Crumplebottom is doing here.
-I’m here to recruit Shajar to my own organization, Bitter Sims Worldwide Alliance. We’re always on the lookout for new members who want to spread their misery to their fellow Sim.
It sounds like it’d be more effective if you guys just merged your organizations.
-I will NEVER merge my organization with someone who displays her bosom like a common whore.
-Eat a dick, Crumplebottom!
-MAKE ME, FANGTOOTH
-Alright here I am, what the fuck do you want?
-Shajar, it is a pleasure to meet you! Ardent admirer of your work.
-What work, freakshow?
-Torturing everyone around you, what else!
-What? I don’t torture people around me, if anything they torture me.
-Why don’t you talk to me about it?
-I’d rather not, you look like a bejeweled snowman.
-Look deep into my eyes, Shajar..
-And now look deep into my razor sharp teeth..
-Ugh fine, let’s talk.
-Is that Victoria and Komei’s teen granddaughter hanging out with a vampire?
Yes it is Kennedy, keep it moving.
-God, wtf is wrong with this family.
Nothing now that you’ve been removed from our social circle, go away! Just kidding, you’re an icon and I’m marrying you in at some point.
-Hard pass.
Your loss, hombre.
-It definitely isn’t.
-If I had known your turn on was vampires I would had set you two up!
STOP SETTING UP TEENS WITH ADULTS, LAKSHMI. And Shajar’s turn ons isn’t vampires, it’s fitness/fatness. Body positive queen.
-Well, Shajar, you alphabetically listing all the people who have wronged you while I was trying to kill Crumplebottom telepathically has made for a very productive conversation. We’ll be in touch.
-Thanks, Countess, it’s been real.
Shajar!!! Who cares about Sophie when you might bag a hot, rich vamp??
-Meh.
I’m gonna need you to be more excited about this prospect because a vampire spouse might just be enough of a draw to beat the comedic factor of fucking Don Oates turning us into an unintentional uglacy and I’m doing whatever I can to avoid my fate.
Ugh.
UGH
UGHHHHHHH
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO VICTORIA
-GET FUCKED, BROKEN FACED WEIRDO
God I miss you Vic 💔
-Donnie-bear, not to be not-nice, but mopping your pee off my front lawn is not exactly what I pictured doing during this date.
This guy won’t even mop up his own piss, what a catch.
Wow, manipulative much?? You are a piss piece of work, Donaldo.
-Don’t think we forgot about you, you 10-nice-point disgrace!
-VICTOR NO
-GET THAT MOP READY
-Finally, some peace and quiet.. Just me, alone with my broken heart, pondering my hopeless, loveless future..
-💗💗💗OMG SIS THERE YOU ARE. DONNIE AND I MADE OUT!!! 💗💗💗 But then grandma’s ghost scared him into soiling himself.
-Good for grandma, hopefully next time she gives him a stroke. Now shut up and let’s eat in silence while I ponder my hopeless, loveless future.
-Okie dokie! 💗💗💗
-Um, I think mine has vomit in it.
-Yea I did that, but it’s just whiskey and lobster, if anything it increased in value.
-Awww thanks sis! 💗💗💗
-Stop patronizing me, you little bitch. God I want to poke your eye out with this chopstick so badly.
-I love you too Shaj! 💗💗💗
And I hate both of you. Where’s your brother, I haven’t paid attention to him in 3 days.
-He went upstairs, I think he’s pusshurt we forgot his birthday LOL
IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY????
-Don’t feel bad, I forgot it too! 💗💗💗
GODDAMMIT. WULF! WULF WHERE ARE YOU
-I’m here, I just grew up and dare I say it could not have gone better!
Really?? Finally some good news! Let me look upon you-
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
WULF WHAT THE FUCK
-I was Mozart musical genius boy but now I’m a sk8ter boi! Character development!
Ok this is the most iconic birthday look since Gunther grew up in the pirate costume, we’re obviously keeping it.
-Great! And as if the fact I’m a Wyatt face template with 0 Jojo genes wasn’t enough to make me unelectable, I also rolled family! :D I’m doing everything I can to ensure I live that sweet motherlode spare life!
Honestly you should had picked another outfit cause now that you’re dressed like this I unironically want you to win. Hoisted with your own petard.
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Warning:this is a Mafia!au so there is some violence. Just a heads up
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A/N: this was requested by @jookyunhoevercoupshoe it got way longer than I planned so I made it a post and I'll link it in the request answer. I got a bit into it so, I hope you like it, love!
You love your husband, you really do, but lately something's fishy. He's coming home later than usual, getting more calls that have him leaving in the middle of dinner, and despite asking what was up multiple times, he just pecked your forehead and told you there was nothing to worry about. So, it was time to take matters into your own hands.
The private investigator you hired wasn't very good at his job. All he could, or would, tell you was that your husband was involved in "shady dealings" whatever that meant. You had tried to ask Jooheon about what little evidence you had, which pretty much amounted to blurry pictures of him in back alleys with some pretty suspicious looking characters. Of course, that only angered him. "Stay out of it, Y/N. Everything I do, I do for your safety." was all he had to say, before yet another forehead peck and a quick exit. Yes, this would be something you would have to find out on your own.
Following Jooheon may not have been the best idea, but it was the only one you had. So here you were, parked in the shadows of some shady ass shipping dock, spying on your husband. You really did not like that it had come to this. All Jooheon had to do was be upfront with you, but no. Nothing even seemed to be going on, just men standing around with Jooheon front and center along with another man. He looked unlike the man you knew and loved. His big smile with those beautiful dimples was nowhere to be found. In its place, a hardened scowl. Though you couldn't hear him, you could tell he was speaking in rough, deep voice, not the honey tone you were used to. When he suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed at the man opposite of him, your heart seized. Who did you marry?
You made sure to be home before Jooheon. You needed time to prepare yourself. You needed answers and tonight was the night you would get them. You were in his office when you heard the front door open, you took a deep breath, and waited. When his office door opened, your husband came in and immediately gave you that beautiful smile. It almost made you forget why you were here. Almost. "Hey, baby" he said in his usual saccharine voice and moved to give you a kiss. You quickly dodged, leaving a bewildered look on your husband's face. "Jooheon, we need to talk." was your only reply.
After hours of discussion, and a bit of fighting, you had finally been told the truth. Your husband, the sweet bubbly man you knew and loved, was the head of the local mafia family. He had between 150 and 200 men beneath him, 6 of those being his most trusted.You learned that while he himself rarely got his hands bloody, he was not above doing so. Still, he insisted that he loved you and would never harm you in any way. You were his whole world, he said. And after a great deal of thought, you believed him.
The first month with your newfound knowledge went by smoothly. Not much changed between you and Jooheon. You still had dinner every night, sometimes it was interrupted, sometimes he didn't come him until the early morning. The main change was that you had been allowed to attend family parties with him. It had taken quite a while to talk him into allowing that, something about it being unsafe, but you weren't having that. So, you were allowed to attend on your husband's arm.
The looks you got at these parties made you feel on top of the world. Women looked at you with envy, men looked at you with lust. But no look compared to the look of love you saw when you looked into Jooheon's eyes. Of course, there were people who looked at you with disgust and hate. Your husband was a powerful man at the top of his game, someone was bound to get jealous and have ill will towards him, and you by association. But of course no one would dare try anything, not wanting to deal with the wrath of Lee Jooheon, right?
Tomorrow was you and Jooheon's anniversary. He bad promised that he would be yours the whole day and you two would do anything you wanted. After some thought, you decided all you wanted was an at home dinner date. Just the two of you, cooking dinner together and just being together.
As you got ready to go to the grocery store to buy what you needed, one of Jooheon's most trusted came up to you, ready to accompany you. Lately, Jooheon had been pushing for you to have someone with you at all times. Something about a new family trying to gain new ground. You adamantly refused. You were an adult and you could take care of yourself. You very politely told Changkyun that you didn't need him today, much to his displeasure. "Don't worry, Kyunnie. You won't get in trouble. I'll handle Jooheon." you called before closing the door behind you.
You made your shopping quick, just wanting to get what you needed and get out. You said the cashier, and made your way to your car. As you put your bags in the back, a young woman ran up to you in hysterics, trying to form a sentence. You spent a moment trying to calm her and finally she was able to get the words out. "My son. He's hurt. Please help me." You immediately asked her to take you too him to see what you could do to help. She led you to an alley nearby, and as you looked around for the boy, you felt a pain in the back of your head. Falling to the ground, you turned back to see what hit you. Right before you lost consciousness, the young woman bent down to look you in the eye. "Sorry, doll. Nothing personal, just business."
Changkyun knew Jooheon would have his head if he didn't go with you. He let you get a good lead, then followed. You were already in the store by the time he caught up, so he parked and waited. After about 20 minutes, you still hadn't come out. He had a bad feeling, but he opted to give you 10 more minutes. After 10 minutes came and went, he went inside to look for you, and came back out empty handed. He pulled out his phone, dialed and waited for an answer. "Boss, we have a big problem."
Jooheon wasn't mad, he was furious. He had never been so angry, and though he'd never admit it to his men, he was afraid. The one thing he loved the most, was taken from him and he had no idea where to look. He had given Changkyun a beating for his part. He should have been with you from the beginning. The kid would make it, he'd just be bruised and sore for a while. He had sent his best charmer, Hoseok, to get the security footage of the parking lot from the store. After about an hour, he got a call from Hoseok. "Boss, she walked off with some woman. Want the photo of her?" Jooheon scolded him for even asking, and told him to send it. Once he got the picture, he had his surveillance expert Hyungwon look at it to see if he could place the woman. Hyungwon almost immediately identified her as the girlfriend of the head of the new family in town. Now knowing who he was looking for, he called for his second in command. "Kihyun! Gather Hyunwoo and Minhyuk and let's go! Send Hoseok the location, tell him to meet us there" Getting behind the wheel, he took a deep breath, whispering to himself. "I'm coming, baby"
You woke up to a blast of water hitting your face. Your head was pounding and you had no idea where you were. You tried to move your hands, only to find them tied behind your back, legs tied to the bottom of the chair you were seated in. "Rise and shine, cupcake." came from an unfamiliar voice to your left. Turning your head, neck muscles screaming in pain, you saw a man you didn't recognize. He walked closer to you, giving you the chance to get a good look at him. He was definitely handsome, you'd give him that. You could see the gun on his hip, making it finally click that you were not among friends. "Now, my name is Jackson. I'd rather not hurt a pretty lady like yourself, but I need you to tell me what that husband of yours has planned." he spoke in a voice that seemed too kind to be coming from a man who'd kidnapped you. You knew you should just answer his questions, but you couldn't betray Jooheon like that. Mustering up your courage, you simply spit at his feet. "Ok. I understand why you would do that. One more chance. Tell me what you know, or I will beat it out of you." Sill refusing to resort to betrayal, you looked him in the eyes and replied with a "Fuck. You." Jackson's smile quickly faded. "If that's the way you want this to go, then fine. I think I'll enjoy breaking you, sweetheart." His reply frightened you, but you refused to show it, spitting again before his fist collided with your face.
After what felt like hours of beatings, your whole body hurt. You were pretty sure a couple of ribs were broken, you had a busted lip, and you were confident in thinking you two black eyes. It hurt to breathe. But not once did you think of telling him anything about Jooheon. You knew your husband would be looking for you. All you had to do was stay determined until he got to you. "Let's try this again. Tell me what I wa-" Jackson started before he was interrupted by a tall, slender man. "Boss. Someone's here." the tall one managed between breaths. Hope bubbled in your chest. Had Jooheon finally arrived? Your thoughts were confirmed when you heard a booming voice "Where's my fucking wife!"
You could hear gunshots and bodies falling to the ground. All you could do was hope it wasn't any of Jooheon's men. You knew he himself was safe, his voice calling your name. While Jackson was on the other side of the room, you screamed out to your husband as loud as you could manage. Jackson quickly crossed the room, pulled out his gun and pointed it at your head. Before he could pull the trigger, 6 guns were pointed at him. "That is a really bad idea, Wang." Jooheon warned as he made his way around to untie you.
Untying your hands and feet, he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You whimpered in pain and he immediately loosened his grip. "Baby, can you stand" he asked you, only to have you reply with a shake of your head. He scooped you up into his arms carefully, and began to walk out of the room. Kihyun's voice rang out just as you reached the door, "Boss. What do you want us to do with him?" Jooheon didn't even bother turning around, just ordered his men to shoot.
Jooheon carefully put you in the back seat of the car. He drove well above the speed limit, wanting to just have you home again. Once he reached your home, he carried you upstairs, helped you undress and ran you a bath. The entire time, he kissed your forehead and apologized and told you how much he loved you. When your bath was finished, he carried you to bed, had Kihyun bring you up some food, and planted himself next to you.
For the next two months or so, Jooheon never left your side. You had healed a while ago, but he refused to leave you. Your days were filled with cooking together, watching movies, and tickle fights. He still had a family to run, of course, but he let his men handle most of it. He made sure to make you his number one priority. He had almost lost you once, from then on he vowed to make sure that it was something that would never happen again.
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50. Part 2
Pulling a face at Reign, she ruined her Romper “you look disappointed in her?” Thelma said “could say, I liked that Romper and you decided to make a mess of it. Look at you” Reign is totally ignoring me; she didn’t even come to me. She is staying with Thelma and playing with her hands “right, so she had a good time clearly?” Thelma laughed “she did, she had a very good time here. She did pull a girl’ hair but it was not intentional at all, I don’t think anyways but she has been a little rascal today haven’t you. Tell Robyn to always put a spare set of clothes like she has been, it comes in handy so her other pair of clothes are in the bag” shaking my head as I took the bag “you need to calm that little ass down, come on you” Reign flat out started to talk shit, she is talking shit in her baby language “blah, blah, blah come here” taking Reign from Thelma “I ain’t Thelma woman, I am not having this. What is this behaviour, making a mess of yourself. You’re too classy for that” Reign laughed touching my face “nope, smiling doesn’t help. Anyways, thank you. Bye” walking off, Reign is still attacking my face. Like who the hell gives her the right to attack my face “nope” pushing the door open, feeling a tiny hand covered in saliva slap my face “Reign, I swear to god. I said no” she started to shake her head, she knows what no means “yes, I said no. So stop it” who the hell gave this girl sugar, she is hype “da!” she screamed out so loud “what the hell? Are you serious?” I stood still staring at her “what is it?” she is such a brat at times, let me just get out of this place and go home. Reign is slowly becoming a ruthless little brat, I mean she out there in the day care pulling hair, dropping things on the floor and on herself, I want her to have some sort of discipline that clearly she doesn’t have, she is too spoilt but she is quiet now. My driver opened the door to the back “it’s my niece, let me have her. Come here!! Hugs!!” Nalah can have Reign, this girl is in the mood to upset people today “go on, go to Auntie” holding Reign out to her “awww my baby” climbing into the SUV “she was not being a good girl today at all, she was so very naughty. I shouted at her, a little bit so she may be upset still, I mean I barely shouted at her” I won’t have a brat on my hands.
Robyn is late back tonight “shouldn’t you be investigating this? Bodyguard” Jay is laid out like his job isn’t protecting Robyn “she is at work, she will be back” I did call her phone, she didn’t pick up “mhmm, this is on you if she don’t come back you know” she’s like an hour late “sorry I am late” oh she is here, looking behind me “why?” I questioned “we got delayed, I can’t put a time on someone’s life and then I dropped off Zen at home” I scoffed “isn’t that your second husband, I am sure you told me that” side eyeing Jay, he think it’s funny “why doesn’t this nigga have a car? Are you his chauffeur? What do you gain out of this!?” Robyn stood in front of me “being a decent human and besides, he bought my lunch so it’s not free” Jay laughed out “that is a whole ass work husband! Robyn has a work husband” Robyn mean mugged Jay “you need to quit it, it’s not that. He is funny anyways, what did you make? Is my daughter ok?” I shrugged “go and ask your work husband” I mumbled “you see what monster you created? I swear to god, you know what he is like. I am going to eat, it’s late” Robyn walked off “you know I am joking, Maurice. It’s a joke, but funny because you don’t like it. Least you are the first husband” grabbing the pillow from the side of me and throwing it at Jay “you’re annoying” getting up from the couch.
“Following me now?” Robyn said as she looked under the plate I foiled for her “I made that” I said “you cooked? No way let me see” watching Robyn lift the foil from the plate “you are lying to me, actually no. I think you’re right, awwww baby. Your rice is not like mine at all but you tried. I can’t wait to eat it now, awww baby” I shrugged not caring “why do you keep dropping off this Zen guy? Should I be worried” Robyn laughed, and she laughed like anything about this was funny “sure Maurice, I am going to cheat on you and lose all this, I mean come on. I am not going to explain myself when you know the deal. But I am so happy you cooked, was it hard for you?” rubbing the back of my head “erm, not really. I just did what I know. But I tried, I hope it tastes nice for you, because I know you fussy about shit. Anyways about this Texas shit? What the hell and why?” I am so confused that she is out here wanting to go Texas “why not?” she retorted “why now?” I said back “because I felt like it, take me to the home I only saw from the outside, mhmm?” I shrugged “fine but just tell me first next time, I was confused when my dad mentioned it. You can see it, I mean the home is huge so one night won’t do it” Robyn pointed at me “that is fine, let me warm this up. I am hungry. Can you get me some water from the fridge please and ice in that” demanding me to do shit “fine” walking around the counter.
I am nervous, I have not really cooked for Robyn like that. I mean I don’t think I have “if I get ill because of this, Jay are you ok?” Robyn asked as he walked in “I am good, I liked it. I mean I do eat anything so there you go, anyways. I am going to bed” looking behind me “where the hell as your top gone!?” I spat; this nigga is really in my kitchen drinking water topless “why can’t he be?” Robyn questioned “why can he?” staring at Robyn “I mean I see you topless, least need to see someone with meat on him. Goodnight Jay, ignore him” Robyn thinks she is funny “you’re being so mean to me, I had Reign screaming at me when I was telling her off and then you’re looking at other men” Robyn is laughing but it’s not funny “you get easily annoyed so let me try this, also. You added too much water in the rice but it’s ok baby, what matters is the taste. Let’s see if you make a good curried goat” watching Robyn eat my food, it’s not going to be like hers of course “it is nice, oh wait” she paused “joking, it’s nice baby. Awww cook for me more but learn the water to rice ratio, you will soon get there boo, thank you baby. But why was Reign angry with you. What did you do?” why is she acting like I did anything “me? I did nothing but love that girl, she was naughty at day care, pulled a girl’ hair and then dropped water all over herself when she wouldn’t let go when Thelma told her too, and then I was telling her off but Reign was not hearing so we both got annoyed” I mean that is how it went down “that girl is going to be hard headed, like you” shaking my head “clearly not, more like you, she is sassy” I pointed at Robyn “let’s move on from your sassy daughter, tell me. What happened with Malik how is he?” I rather speak on my sassy daughter “he is good, I put my Robyn mind on, what would Robyn do and it worked. I think you will be proud of me, I said to him, I will help. As long as you first of all come out of this a better person, he is different. He is bald and skinny which is expected of rehab. He cried a lot and I said it to him, don’t wait on dad because he will not help you, but I will. He comes out of there, I will set him up an apartment here, work with me. But it doesn’t mean I have fully forgiven you, he slit his wrists and yes I did say to him, you should have done a better job” Robyn is staring at me in horror “that is horrible but you did say those words to him right? About the helping part, that is horrible. I am happy to hear you was somewhat nice to him which I can take but that is horrible, please be a brother to him. I am glad you said that I would want you too” nodding my head “I know and I did, rehab breaks you and clearly it has. I just want to move on and that includes Malik, I will help him. Happy?” Robyn nodded her head.
I cringed seeing the absolute mess of my daughter is making on this jet “who told me to put that Burberry dress on you” I said to myself, Maurice is doing his work while on the jet to Texas. The flight attendant was sweet and gave Reign some cut up watermelon, my god. My daughter demolished the entire thing on her face and then herself, I just don’t even want to clean that “did you enjoy that? Would you like another one” can this flight attendant also clean a baby “Reign is licking her lips, she clearly wants more. I wanted to ask do you also clean babies too?” she laughed “it’s not in the job description but I could not help it, she is the cutest little thing” watching her give Reign some more, she is really loving watermelon “you like that huh?” she held it up and then started to mumble something and danced a little “wow, now I know what to give you more often” I said “would you like anything?” she asked me “nothing thank you” I need to clean Reign once she is done, getting my phone out, I have so many notifications from Instagram and weird enough, I have not posted since Reign’ room. Opening my page, I think this picture of Reign and Maurice is my most liked, which I am offended because what about me. Tapping on the comments, I don’t pay much attention too actually. I have Maurice’ little bitches following me “I have some of your ex hoes following me” I said looking up at Maurice “huh?” Maurice looked away from his laptop “on Insta, I have some of your little hoes following. Miss you Maurice, it’s nice to see you settled. Another one, beautiful family see you soon. These are females I don’t know, so they are your girls” Maurice laughed “and it’s not my problem, I am on a conference call now so please” rolling my eyes.
I am glad Reign fell asleep, I got to clean her without her kicking up a fuss. Luckily she has plenty of dresses I packed, but this Fendi jersey dress is adorable on her “I can’t believe you wanted to come here” Maurice said behind me “oh decided to join us now?” he nodded his head while looking at a sleeping Reign in the car seat “finished work, so anyways. About these comments, I don’t fuck with them and you know that so stop causing issues. And also” he leaned forward looking out of the window “you created a monster, he is here. The guy you love so much” Maurice sniggered, I quickly looked out of the window “Oh shit” he was not lying, Marquis is here at the airport. I didn’t even want that or him, I am using him as part of my research. I sighed out heavily “well don’t be sighing out now, but anyways. We are in Texas, I think we should create baby number two here” he is funny “you wish” I don’t want to get off now “where is my angel!? Son” my god, Marquis is walking around with his top two buttons on his shirt open and his shades on, where is that man’s walking stick gone “hi dad” oh Marquis is in a good mood, his fake teeth are showing. Watching Marquis hug Maurice “my boy, had a good flight?” my mouth fell open watching him kiss Maurice’ cheek, this is weird “Robyn, welcome to Texas. So nice to see, and you came with the apple of my eye. Did she dress this nicely for grandad, well I love it so much. She is relaxing her eyes. Come, I especially came out in my truck to pick you both up” Maurice is laughing at me, I am just in shock.
Marquis has made the effort to come out and pick us up, I was not ready for this at all but here I am in the back of Marquis’ truck and seeing chest hairs out, oh what a lucky girl Reign is “I was so happy when you text me Robyn, I was shocked to see that you wanted to come to Texas?” Marquis said “I know, I thought why not. I haven’t come here, and Reign misses you both, I am sure of it” I lied “my heart, I am so happy. We have got Reign a crib to sleep in , it is all ready and set for you both and Maurice of course. Was the flight here good?” it is creepy and weird how much Marquis is being nice “great thank you, Reign was having so much fun eating watermelon though. I hope you haven’t done too much for us” knowing him he has, I mean the last time I came here it was a moment because I didn’t know him but yet I had sex with him, I fell so hard but now look at us “nice to be back dad” Maurice said in front “nice to have you here my boy, we are happy to have you here. I signed the last part of the paperwork now. In real terms now son, the business is yours. And I am so happy for it to be yours Maurice” Marquis said to him “what about it being Reign’?” I had to ask “it is down to Maurice what he wants, I support him no matter what he does, Reign is my angel and she gets my home in Texas” my eyes bulged “seriously dad!?” Maurice spat “my first grandchild from my boy, she gets it. I will die before your mother and it will go to Reign” my eyes bulged out even more, didn’t know if that was a thing, this is a whole ass plot and on my daughter’ name.
I am still trying to digest the fact Marquis said my daughter is going to have the home, what the fuck. This should go to Joy, not my damn daughter. I will have to speak to Maurice about this because no, that is wrong. I do remember this road, we are close. There is so much greenery here, it’s very peaceful “I own this land” Marquis said, letting out an oh “you own the road too?” Marquis laughed, but I am being serious “initially I bought this for Maurice, he was going to live across from me, but it didn’t happen. Maybe one day, I have a patch of land for my daughter too. Also Maurice, I have had your cars cleaned for you, seeing as you can’t have them with you” Maurice’ cars are still here “thank you pops” oh ok, I do remember this. And then he turns off, and he has which I knew. This is where my journey ended at that time, this home is breath taking. I cannot believe how big the home is, it’s beautiful too “home sweet home, Reign! Welcome to Texas my angel!” Reign is knocked out asleep, there is a lot of people around “who are these people?” I asked, they are just walking around “they upkeep the home, we have horses in the back” letting out an oh “that is amazing” I am excited to see inside now.
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