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acircusfullofdemons · 1 year

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CHARACTER FLAW TAG GAME

I found this and thought it might be fun. Unfortunately, I don't know who started/made it. But anyway, all you have to do is bold whatever "flaws" apply to your para(s)!

CALYPSO

ELLIOTT

JANE

JORDAN

ROWAN

TOBY

TAGGING: @paraesthetics @sugarcoatedsadism @ohnoesmytacos @fallingmaddlyinlove @fourhearts-paracosm @daydreaming-memories @daydream-ideas

#paraportal #maladaptive daydreaming #immersive daydreaming #madd paras #tag meme #tag games #actuallymadd #luka.txt #console: phantasmagoria #game: im not the one #society of the false moon #calypso raymond #elliott hart #jane bellerose #jordan stark #rowan dellacroy #toby reynolds #doing my part in trying to keep the madd community from being totally dead af lol #character flaw tag game

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sollucets · 7 months

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Tell me, mortal: trick, or treat? (For the ask game!)

how do YOU know im mortal 😈

(ask game!)

for the first time i’m going to tell tumblr at large about magic pirates!akkaye, in hopes that someday ill actually try writing it,,,

akkaye magic pirates is my au baby that i birthed in june of this year already, have completely outlined and have just been…. sitting on….. since then,,,,. im hoping that, once only friends is over and i finish my shorter wips and we’re in a painful longterm firstkhao show drought, i might have the courage to try. ive never finished a longfic (sideeyes oowu, which is episodic and Still unfinished) and i really dont want to be a disappointment again 🥲

the premise goes like this:

in a fantasy land populated by people with elemental magic powers (somewhat a la a:tla but not entirely so), our akk belongs to a somewhat isolationist & strict fantasy land called suppalo, where he is a newly-graduated lieutenant captaining a little ship. he was a prodigy in school & graduated with honors as the protege of a famous admiral, chadok, and is now gaining experience so he can move up in the world.

at the beginning of the story, the mission he was on is briefly derailed & he’s charged with transporting a prisoner, somewhat unknown pirate ayan sukkhapisit, to a prison on land. as their voyage goes on, he’s charmed despite himself by the talkative lil shit, spending longer and longer talking through the bars in the lamplight about their magic and their families and their lives; and then, a day before aye is meant to be put in prison, he disappears from akk’s ship with only a note left behind, indicating that he’d never been held prisoner against his will.

what did he want? where did he go? only the outline knows

here’s a little bit of what exists of it:

#next time on #ask games #rowan asks #nonny #im sorry if the alt text para breaks are fucked up im on mobile at work #im nervous to show everyone bc i dont want to generate hype for if i never do it #but conversely #i WANT to do it #😭😭😭😭

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littlcfreaks-archive · 5 months

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"i should have believed what everyone said about you - that i couldn't trust you." a stony gaze settles on the other, mouth in an unwavering straight line, "so? what do you have to say for yourself?" @drnkdazed

#i don't have his stuff up yet but you can reply with whoever!!#ft. drnkdazed #rowan > para.

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alebolivarx · 1 year

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Ale had only been back long enough to check that the right amount of boxes were delivered to his new suite before he had to turn around and go for a run. It was not just that it was the time he usually took his daily run--though it was that, too, a little--but more that he needed the familiarity, the distraction of pushing his body, the surety that came with feeling its strength and stamina.

He’d just made it back to the dormitory building, covered in a light sheen of sweat but free, for now, of the worry that returning here was a mistake, when he saw her. There was a collar around her neck, which was a surprise. Less surprising? She was looking at her phone instead of where she was going, and was about to entirely miss the first step on the stairs.

Smiling, Ale cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered the first words he’d ever said to Rowan Aubri: “¡Ay, chica, mira por dónde vas!”

@rowanxaubri

#( para | rowan. )#( thread | rowan: full circle. )

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familiar-finn · 1 year

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Finn found himself stuck in the castle with the full moon rising. Probably for the best, he figured, since Krovs Town was way more open for wolves to come crashing through the streets. At least in the castle there was magical security, magic consultants, and guards to defend the residents inside should any wild wolves come running in. Normally he wouldn't worry, but Spring Mischief and the possibility of first-timers left the demon mildly concerned. Even with his magic back at his disposal for the moment, why take the risk? He didn't need to find himself in a fight this evening.

However, it seemed to be his unlucky day and he wasn't even hit by that spell. Or was he? He didn't remember feeling anything weird and he'd had a pretty decent day so far. It appeared that one werewolf – evident by the scent of him and the fact that he was ripe with a rage distinctly brought out under the full moon – was still inside the castle walls when he shouldn't be. Finn remained perfectly, which was odd for a demon who thrived on wrath and violence, as he approached Rowan.

"'Ello there, howya doin'?" the familiar addressed him casually. Ugh, if only he wasn't under this temperance spell, he'd be drunk on this slave's rage. It had to be a slave judging by the collar around his neck, Finn knowing that female body wasn't this one's true form with all the magic flying about. "Are ye lookin' for the doors outside the castle? I don't think you should be in 'ere, moon's comin' up real soon though I'm sure you know that."

@outer-banks-trash

#vices and virtues temperance;; rowan #para #outerbankstrash #krovs spring mischief 2023

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ofthcshvdes · 2 years

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Rowan vs The Boundary - Self Para

Oblivious as she was, Rowan rarely felt the stresses of the world and happily coasted through life with her happy-go-lucky attitude. When she’d been snatched, mid-nap, into that clinical white room, she’d twitched her nose and entered that door before the disembodied voice had even completed its spiel. Emerging through, she carried on sniffing and following her nose as she bypassed everything in this strange dream world. She explored for a while, trying to find something to eat, before scrambling up the side of the nearest dumpster, balancing on the edge as she locked eyes with an identical raccoon- her dream self. They stared each other down for a while before chittering a little as she dropped into the dumpster and rooted around for something to eat. She found a box of freshly tossed donut holes and peeled it open placing it between them both so they could share the spoils. In all honesty, even if she’d listened to that voice that gave her instructions, she wouldn’t have been able to kill her dream self regardless. They ate together for a while, then played a little roughhouse game before cuddling up and both falling asleep in the dumpster, awaiting whomever would come and grab her from this world she was perfectly content within.

#` rowan - self para *#she's too dumb to realise anything weirds happening #someones gotta get her from the trash

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theartofruling · 1 month

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Reunited with a Ghost || Rowan Self Para

Who: Rowan Hartwell + Jayden Hartwell

Where: Southland Palace

When: End of March

Rowan was not a fan of bed rest, but it was made better with her cat Cleo keeping her company. The transfer of power had gone to River as she simply sat in bed, resting. She heaved a sigh because Markus was working, River was working and she was really missing her mom, knowing she would be having another child and her mother wouldn't get to witness it. She had dismissed her Ladies in waiting for the day. Even Scarlett was out with her dad for the week. She was utterly lonely in the moment and she knew it was her suped up hormones in this magical pregnancy. Cleo cuddled closer as if she could feel Rowan’s emotional shift. “Mama, it’s not fair that you don’t get to be here. It’s not fair you don’t get to see your granddaughters.” She could feel unshed tears stinging the back of her eyes.

Just as she laid down, her body shaking with the sobs of grief that no matter how long it had been still hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, she heard a knock on the door. “Jade,” a familiar but unwelcome voice called out rushing over to her. “My sweet baby. I’m here.”

Rowan recoiled at the sight of her father’s mistress, and Cleo stood taking a defensive stance in front of Rowan. Not many people on the staff knew he was still alive but Bianca did. And that wasn’t all she knew. She and Raymond were an item. It was knowledge that Rowan detested knowing and even more so detested the woman. “Bianca, get out of my room. And never in your life call me Jade again or I swear to the suns and sands I will rip your fucking heart out with my bare hands.” The vitriol in her voice was familiar. But it didn’t sound like her. It sounded much like her father. Even to her own ears, she could recognize how much like him she could be.

It caused a chuckle from Bianca, and she stroked Cleo’s fur as if she were familiar with the cat. Cleo, the traitor, relaxed into the touch as though this was familiar. “You sound just like him. Ray, will be proud to know you have it in you.”

“Why are you here, Bianca?”

“Jade, you have a gift that not many share listen. It’s not Bianca. Her body? Yes, but it’s your mother. I was here watching over you when you started to cry. I went to Bianca and she agreed to let me in to take over to…hold my baby one more time. Or she said for as long as I want.” Tears rolled down Bianca’s face and Rowan really listened. It was true. She heard the two conversing in her consciousness. Her mother was really here.

“Mama?!” Jayden Hartwell was really back in some form. “So it’s true? The Veil is down? For how long?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to waste a minute. Can I climb into bed with you? I know you’re grown but I want to hold my sweet child who’s carrying a baby of her own.”

Rowan nodded and Jayden climbed into bed with her wrapping her arms around her. Cleo settled in front of Rowan resting her head next to Rowan’s tummy. “Mama, things have been so hard. I don’t feel like I’m leading. I feel like I’m existing. Doing everything wrong. I haven’t even started trying to renew the peace treaty and I don’t know if it’s possible. And I don’t know if I’m being a good wife or mother because you’re not here so I can’t lean on you. Why weren’t you here! Why didn’t you try to be here?! I got married without my dad to walk me down the aisle. I had a baby and I was so scared and I just wanted you to be there and you weren’t! And now I’m having another one I…” Rowan sobbed and it felt like her heart was aching with a mixture of anger and grief.

Jayden stroked her hair, holding her tight. “I know, and I’m sorry. I don’t know who is responsible for my death Rowan, but I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder for you. Rocky isn’t here?”

“No. Since your death she travels and I think Ryan hurt you for the throne. Without River I would be a Hartwell alone. You and dad prepared me for a full family. You never prepared me for this! To have so little family and to do this without you.” She knew she shouldn’t waste this time with anger but she had been holding on for so long.

“My sweet Jade, I’m sorry. But you’re not alone. You have River. You have your father. You have your daughter, your husband. You aren’t alone.” She stroked. “You could also have Bianca if you let her.”

“Mama, don’t make me throw up! Can you stay? At least long enough to meet Markus and the babies?”

“I don’t know how long the veil will be down. But as long as I have Bianca’s approval I’ll be here.” She paused as if she was listening to something. “She said I can stay as long as I want.”

“Okay,” Rowan said quietly. Her mom began to hum a song that would calm her when her anxiety. It lulled her right to sleep in her mother’s arms once again.

Sleep felt surreal and happy. Until a familiar pain hit her in the stomach and she groaned. Her hands went to her stomach and she felt a paw there too. “Cleo I’m okay. I think it’s just,” she paused as another sharp pain came. She didn’t know why she was trying to get out of bed, scrambling she doubled over with pain.

“Rowan get back to bed! Where are you going? What’s wrong?” Her mother asked.

Her pregnancy was being sped up one last time. Her water breaking contractions coming far too fast to be normal. “Get Markus, Mama! Tell…tell the staff to call Vada. The baby is coming!”

#[rowan]#[Rowan self para]#[Rowan musing]

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manus--cruentas · 2 years

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dios no puedo ser asi de posesivo hermano no puedo

#tiene su VIDA rowan no podes pretender que siempre este disponible para vos #mucho menos desearlo #no te pertenece...

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dollypardonne · 5 months

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c'est supposé être un fauve.

the office text and the conversation that came after kept chaeyeon mulling over for days to come. she was as deeply rooted as shaken, as she was on the day that the dreary little surprise had slipped through the lips of her love. she remembered looking in vague pain all around the top of the room, drawing her breath two or three times over as if with difficulty, that she might have been standing at the bottom of the sea and raising her eyes to some faint green twilight. the question was weighed, but in a manner quite detached and almost helpless. she remembered smiling at sumin in the desolation of her own surrender so complete that she'd floated into clearness. or was it a darkness so obscure and appallingly alarming that it looked innocent on the surface, making it almost disarming. chaeyeon's real thoughts was kept not from a failure of frankness, but because there were fears on every side. for someone seemingly so stoic, deep into the pits of her hardihood were complex and overwhelming emotions. it all just happened to hide behind the grit and guts everyone identified her with.

for months leading up to years, she had been haunted by the shadow of something she hadn't quite figured out yet or, rather, admitted to herself. she couldn't put into words what would be a credible picture of her state of mind. it's just that— well, what usually got her out of this slump was an extraordinary flight of heroism. evidently, from these ponderings to even come about, that hasn't been demanded of her for a formidable stretch of time now. in turn she's allowed herself to squirm in a pool of denial—whether subconsciously or the other—that she was fulfilled in this arrangement. this one between her and her long time paramour. but she could, at the very least, confront the fact that sumin is conspicuously independent, or perhaps out of reach even. in ways, it was chaeyeon's intention to keep that as it is, against her heart's wishes. she knew all too well the sinister manners that cruel occurrences sneak into her life once she abandons this rigid control.

it was difficult, nevertheless. even the people that existed in the background very sparsely decorated her life to look like what it was anymore, what it used to be. it's all been a tangle of strings, with none of them truly being attached. this dangling array was but a humdrum, one that rotted her brain into compulsive career decisions; though not necessarily a change, but more of an addition to the solitary profession that was chosen for her as a child that she couldn't exactly quit whenever she wished. not even faking a death could do it, and again it was hardly an option as she took on one of her first sorry conditions of futile heroism; that is, her vow to save the little legacies of her orphanic misfortunes, who were aware and united in the cause. chaeyeon has people—kids, the most bereaved and loveable creatures of the world—waiting and counting on her. at this point, it was a promise only her passing, whether fabricated or authentic, could break. she wasn't going to let that happen if it can be helped.

to cut to the chase, being surrounded by body-destructive vices made her thrive and there was nothing more dramatic, chaotic, and sex-filled than a venture into being in a band of intermediate fame. the kind that was popular enough for photographers to approach and cool enough for groupies to form around: underground. talent didn't really matter too much in this equation (though she was very much musically inclined and gifted), and chaeyeon, despite being the cretin that she was, if nothing else, was categorically handsome and charming. it doesn't take her long to have people gathering around her, all vying for a smidge of her attention. but amid these elements, no one and nothing would attract her more than someone who knew how to keep their mystery.

and arrested her attention was when a figure so anomalous struck her sights in the middle of the crowd. her bandmate teased her on the way off the stage about the sudden behaviour. it was evident that she had found herself a bounden slave over a stranger, who notably kept her gaze throughout the set. for several days ensuing, the beauty from the audience of that night was never to be seen again. none of her peers seemed to possess any recollection of the person either, not even the friend who had pointed it out. chaeyeon could only blame it on the hectic and stressful days in and outs that came with playing. she let it go for that reason, and it was nothing more than a phantom since this internal affirmation. though, with hesitation, she admitted that much of the peculiar gloom which has afflicted her could be traced to this origin. perhaps sumin had noticed it as well. chaeyeon was much too fixated to notice anything else, but tight lipped enough to never strike up a conversation about that moment. she was busied in earnest endeavours, intended to alleviate this melancholy of hers.

a sensation oppressed her, the deadening of the mind and the senses, then her eyes shut in one unceasing radiation of gloom. she hadn't realised becoming unconscious but once she awoke, there was just this immensely long tunnel. she sat up, knowing in the pit of her stomach that the journey couldn't be accounted for and especially once she gave her surroundings a good look-around. the light at the end seemed artificial as well, and the more she squinted at it the more noises started to creep closer until they had swallowed her. for that split of a second, she had become transported to the same moment. that same night, like some groundhog day effect. her instinct this time was to drop her bass guitar in the middle of their performance, emitting a loud bang and a feedback to boot, and making the audience halt in their rambunctious dancing and twitching. chaeyeon had every intent on confronting this specter plaguing her everyday, weaving through the crowd until the enshrouded figure, wildly singular in its terror and beauty, was in close proximity. an eerie silence enveloped the two and instead of words exchanged, it was only stares.

chaeyeon could see this person's mouth open, very slow in its movement and when the chatters coming out became audible, it was nothing but static and feedback.

"dude, you good?" asked the vocalist, drawing the soundcheck to a stand, and it was as if she had been snapped out of a solitude she had so long endured. she even recognised their presence as a relief, and it showed on her features.

"y— yeah, my bad," she responded. "we can take a break if you need it." chaeyeon could feel the bitterness in these words, even if not planned, but she struggled to reason off her inattention without sounding insane, thus leaving things as it is. "i'll go have a smoke."

she made a swift exit, grabbing her double breasted leather coat and picking out a pack from its pocket on her way out of the non-functioning emergency exit. as she pulled a stick with her teeth, filtered end between her lips, and rummages through every other pocket for her lighter to no avail.

"shit." she spit out, the cigarette muffling the word that came out of her mouth.

she became quickly distracted from her smoking mishap when a cat with a black coat so sleek and shiny happened to peek through the corner of the alley. chaeyeon thought back to her missing cat, who either died from a street accident or something worse; like being unable to size up to a real feral cat, from having been primarily domesticated and pampered, and losing the fight as a result. chaeyeon's first instinct was to approach this cat. once close enough, she lowered herself to its level and offered the back of her hand, laid languidly as to make sure she didn't seem like a threat. but unsurprisingly, the cat bolted out of sight. patience, she thought to herself. you suck at having it. her agitated mind sputtered out. she lifted herself off the ground, peering solemnly where she suspected the cat ran off to only to find the person who had imprisoned her curiosity.

"it's you!" chaeyeon stood still where she had stopped. "me?" the stranger responded, finding hilarity in chaeyeon's unsually forward attitude. "am i supposed to know you?" "i don't know, maybe? i'm just part of the band you probably came to see. no big deal." she cried out sarcastically. the stranger could only scoff in answer. "you need this?" a lighter had been flung out after a pause, to which chaeyeon would be completely nonplussed. an irrepressible tremor gradually pervaded her frame, but only until the other pointed at her mouth. "oh." "oh." a nervous laughter burst out of her. "right, right." her hand made this continuous circular motion on her chest, as if to soothe herself from the self-inflicted superstitious paranoia. "forgot about that." "well, see you around." before chaeyeon could even say anything back sans the abrupt 'wait' that instinctively shot out of her lips, making her cigarette fall down onto the wet pavement, the stranger had disappeared into the fog of the winter night.

"fuck." she said under her breath before dejectedly heading her way back into the backstage. "this is worse than looking for my cat."

a fierce blow of a whirlwind shut the door forcefully right behind her, reeling her back inside in a rush. too many weird things in one night, she thought to herself, finally finding the series of events prolonged enough to sober her out of this new obsession. she couldn't say now what determined nor guided her. for a moment, she could only wish for peace and quiet. that she definitely pursued, at least for the night, abandoning the rest of the setlist bound for the show. but it wasn't long into the night until the thoughts had started back up. this stranger's spell was so magnificently scattered that it followed her to bed. and as if on cue, a shadow in the form of a feline came into view through the curtain draping the window. she shot up from where she laid, tiptoeing forward and resting her knees gently on the couch placed on the sill. upon opening the window, she found the same black cat that she had failed to befriend and it seemed comfortable, so much so that it welcomed itself to her house.

"god." she said to herself, hands to her hips. "am i really about to adopt another stray? are you wolfgang's henchman or whatever?" it meows in response, the tone of it giving the impression of dissent. "oh, well, my bad. you two aren't related at all." she spoke in a high-pitched voice, more than she would have with wolfgang, as she gave it some sratches on the neck. "well, i'll count to 10 and if you don't leave then you're stuck with me." the window was left open to give it a chance to determine its fate, which was full freedom or partial freedom with occasional treats, and judging from the lack of motion from the cat, it seemed to have made its decision. "stuck with me, it is."

#just a self indulgent thing lol #wanted to give rowan a new cat #voiceover: rowan #character study: rowan #para: rowan

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brassdivinity · 2 years

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tagging system ━━ aylin feray bardakci

#━━ aylin interactions ｢i still stand in awe of superficial things｣#━━ aylin visage ｢hung up pictures of patron saints up on my wall to remind me that i am a fool｣#━━ aylin mentioned ｢my heart and soul were never mine to own]#━━ aylin task ｢must you keep my baby teeth in the bedside table with your jewelry｣#━━ aylin self para ｢to survive hell and come out shining｣#━━ aylin answered ｢don’t promise me fair sky above or kind road below｣#━━ aylin ft. alex ｢i’ve got your name your number and your will to fight｣#━━ aylin ft. thea ｢for higher stakes and brighter takes｣#━━ aylin ft. logan ｢good friends rolled light on split ends｣#━━ aylin ft. lucas ｢headspin happiness death｣#━━ aylin ft. rowan ｢do you recall what was revealed the day the music died｣

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ciudadanouniversoblog · 1 year

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Jimmy 🏳️‍⚧️

#jimmy kaga ricci #i was born for this #naci para esto #lister bird #rowan omondi #jowan #the ark #el arca #alice oseman #alice oseman art #alice oseman fandom #trans pride #trans boy #pride #nick and charlie

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bruuberrycc · 6 months

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os conteúdos personalizados mais FOFOS para CRIANÇAS no the sims 4 (maxis match)

✨ link do vídeo: https://youtu.be/EI8_r93w1Xc

cabelos:

https://www.tumblr.com/chewybutterfly/735251181381746688/simstrouble-hair-conversions

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/705219852160434176/kids-hair-dump-42-conversions-folder

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/712380821389148160/kids-hair-dump-43-conversions-folder

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/712464216090689536/kids-hair-dump-44-conversions-folder

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/715578800104161280/kids-hair-dump-45-conversions-folder

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/724070008211341312/kids-hair-dump-46-conversions-folder

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/724117066163126272/kids-hair-dump-46-conversions-folder

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/731877245416767488/kids-hair-dump-48-conversions-folder

https://sunivaa.tumblr.com/post/716793535018434560/download-15-ea-swatches-basegame

https://www.patreon.com/posts/kids-hair-pack-7-82717737

https://www.patreon.com/posts/75575978

https://sunivaa.tumblr.com/post/711079211728781312/download-15-ea-swatches-basegame

https://www.patreon.com/posts/75575978

roupas:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/84573434

https://www.patreon.com/posts/cozy-weather-74628834

https://simiracle.tumblr.com/post/637654855205470208/luna-cardigan-kids-version-adult-version-not (precisa ser usado com uma blusa acc, por exemplo, essa https://deetronsims.blogspot.com/2018/02/turtlenec-cessory.html#more ou https://www.patreon.com/posts/48317811)

https://www.patreon.com/posts/bubblegum-mini-1-84231534

https://www.patreon.com/posts/sole-swimwear-67644893

https://simiracle.tumblr.com/post/641561390188003328/shorts-separated-kids-version-%F0%9D%97%A3%F0%9D%97%AE%F0%9D%97%BF%F0%9D%97%AE%F0%9D%97%BB%F0%9D%97%BC%F0%9D%97%BF%F0%9D%97%BA%F0%9D%97%AE%F0%9D%97%B9-%F0%9D%97%B6%F0%9D%98%80

https://simiracle.tumblr.com/post/639297319524810752/clumsyalien-nadine-kids-version-adult-version

https://simiracle.tumblr.com/post/636233267356598272/clumsyalien-brooke-sweater-kids-version-adult

https://simiracle.tumblr.com/post/635144242199773184/baggy-pants-kids-version-%F0%9D%97%A6%F0%9D%97%BB%F0%9D%97%BC%F0%9D%98%84%F0%9D%98%86-%F0%9D%97%98%F0%9D%98%80%F0%9D%97%B0%F0%9D%97%AE%F0%9D%97%BD%F0%9D%97%B2-%F0%9D%97%B6%F0%9D%98%80

https://simiracle.tumblr.com/post/675108922636500992/clumsyalien-keitha-kids-version-adult-version

https://www.patreon.com/posts/79224366

https://powluna.com/my-cc/corduroy-skirt/

https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/carly-kids-top

https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/irina-kids-outfit

https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/galina-kids-pants

https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/rosalina-kids-top

https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/cozy-weather-kids-collection

https://demondare-sims.tumblr.com/post/697119174982582272/rowan-jumper-for-children-download-simfileshare

https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/cozy-weather-kids-collection

calçados:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/tus-lus-slippers-89411436

https://www.patreon.com/posts/starla-boots-75685378

https://www.patreon.com/posts/aryana-tia-child-68940926

https://www.patreon.com/posts/89411436?pr=true

https://www.patreon.com/posts/gritedge-84815754

acessórios:

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/705303914888790016/eyepatches-conversions-folder

https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/Mydarling20/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-male/title/raccoon-bag-child/id/1670451/

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/723994499214442496/earmuffs-dump-conversions-folder

#cc's #the sims 4 #the sims conteúdo personalizados #crianças

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throneofsapphics · 10 months

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Olá eu queria fazer aedion e lysandra são os pais do leitor e ela traz um namorado para se to meet the family com Gavriel vivo

pick them better

Summary: Lysandra and Aedion’s daughter bring a boyfriend home.

Warnings: None

A/N: This was so fun to write, thank you for the request <3

“You have to be nice to him,” you told your parents a hundred times. Your mother just gave you a wicked smile. “Please don’t turn into anything terrifying.” You nearly begged, but she wouldn’t make any promises. She never did.

“I think it would be funny.” Gavriel said from the table, setting down the book he was reading.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re supposed to be on my side.” He didn’t answer, only turned back to the book with a telling smile.

‘Gods,’ you thought. ‘This might be another mistake.’

Your boyfriend, thankfully, was rather even keeled and took most things with good humor. However, meeting three legendary warriors might be a bit much for him. He seemed anxious the entire walk up, enough that you nudged him in the side. “Don’t show any fear,” you hissed.

“I’m not scared.” He protested, but his eyes gave everything away. Your father, Aedion, was sharpening a gods-damned knife in the window, and bared his teeth in a not-so-friendly grin as they approached.

He moved out of the way, and you noticed they’d decided to make this a family occasion. You stopped to groan. The King and Queen of Terrasen, your parents, and your grandfather, all gathered to meet your boyfriend who now clenched his hands in tight fists to keep them from shaking. “It’s not too late to turn back,” you murmured but he shook his head.

“I’ll be fine.” He said through slightly clenched teeth, still stiff as you tried to lay a reassuring hand on his arm.

It was the most uncomfortable dinner of your life as everyone drilled him with a variety of different questions. Your father stared at him with an alarming intensity until your mother elbowed him harshly in the ribs. Rowan and Gavriel seemed to be playing off of each other, barely giving the poor man enough time to answer one question before bouncing to another.

“Enough.” You said finally, all but banging your fist on the table. ‘Let him be.”

He shot you a grateful look, and you winced. Wrong move.

“Is there something wrong with us asking a few questions?” Aelin tilted her head to look at him.

“N-no your highness.” She snorted and turned back to your mother, engaging her in conversation.

“I don't know if this will work” He muttered quickly as you left the house.

“Excuse me?” Your pitch grew higher. “What the fuck did they say?”

“They didn’t,” he scratched the back of his head. “It’s just a lot.”

It took you three seconds to make a decision. “Pathetic.” You rolled your eyes and started back towards the house, leaving him gaping behind you. You pointedly ignored the hawk in the nearby tree, the mountain lion crouching behind a bush, and the ghost leopard hiding in the shadows. In fact, you took the long way back.

“What the hell did all of you do to him?” You shoved the door open, finding five not-so-innocent faces. You kicked it closed behind you, crossing your arms. “I liked that one.”

“You need to pick them better.” Your mother shrugged before offering you a glass of wine.

#throne of glass fic #throne of glass imagine #next gen throne of glass #lysaedion #aedion ashryver #gavriel #lysandra ennar #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #not proofread

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