#the darer family
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The sims 3 lore is just as wacko as the sims 2 istg my fav lore has to be the dead clone wives lemme explain. So in twinbrook there's s sim name Juan Darer (he's quite interesting to look at too) in the junkyard he owns is the grave of Lacy Darer. Now Juan and Lacy have no relationship but she could be his ex wife as deceased spouses aren't shown on the family tree in the sims 3. Lacy died in a fire but what's the crazy part Juan's best friend Harwood Clay is has a possible wife named Macy Clay who also died in a fire. Macy and Lacy's names aren't just a coincidence. Macy and Lacy are almost completely identical. Many think they're twins but twins don't have the same exact same personalities. The darker theory is that Juan being the eccentric creator created clone wives for him and his best friend and Lacy and Macy somehow perished possible in the cloning process which is also the reason Juan's house caught on fire and he lives in a barn.
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Sorry for taking forever to respond to this! This month has been wildly busy in the worst way!! I hate summer! Everyone in my house has been sick at some point! UGH!
Anyway, I finally had a chance to sit down and thoroughly look into both of these families. I'm going to start with the Doe family because, honestly, I don't have a whole lot to add about the Darers and I'm eager to jump into the Does (my thoughts on the Darers will be at the end though!).
Let's dive in! ↓
I had to look up Midnight Hollow to start, and EEEEEEP I love this world's whole vibe. If I play the Sims 3 THIS will be the world I start in!!! Favorite world I've learned about in TS3 so far. I lowkey want to live here irl.
But imagine my shock when I found out that they were putting whole ass worlds on The Sims 3 store. That's absolutely insane lmao!! They would of had my wallet with this one though, not gonna lie. The vibes are top-tier.
Now I looked up the Doe family just like you said and I need you to know that they are the kind of unsolved lore I live for. This family alone makes me want to pirate buy TS3 today.
The Wiki's description wasn't necessarily weird, but the household description left me with many questions.
Jane is the perfect housewife, from her neat hairstyle to her fashionable yet conservative dress. She's neat, nurturing, loves her kids, and can make a mean pot roast! Meanwhile, John is rising in the ranks at his corporate job. He feels successful in life and supported by his family. He works hard but comes home in enough time to teach his kids a lesson or two about life and talk to his wife about her day. Nothing mysterious seems to be happening here, but didn't their house used to have a basement?
That last line. Yeah. WTF? That made the hairs on my arm stand up, especially considering that the world they come with is supposed to mimic a classic-horror vibe. So Immediately I'm getting serial killer vibes, I'm getting psychological thriller, I'm getting family that invites you over for dinner only for you to realize that you are dinner.
Just from the description alone, I'm thinking that the parents are people with a wicked past - coconspirators in crime (whether Jane is a willing or unwilling participant is debatable but intriguing) that may involve killing and disposing, from the sounds of the "former-basement" and the fact that no one really knows why they've suddenly come to a new town without any explanation of their past. Additionally, the names feel like a reference to true crime and murder to me - the last name Doe, with first names Jane and John specifically, are typically names given to unidentifiable victims who, more than not, are victims of violence and brutalization which leaves them unidentifiable. Or, at times, they're simply unidentifiable based on the fact that they don't have family or friends that could claim them, thus making them the perfect targets if you've got bad intentions. The parents seem shady, but beyond that their names reaffirm that they aren't the perfect, squeaky-clean, nuclear family they pretend to be. I mean, you could even speculate that Jane and John are not even their real names. Obviously the sims team are big fans or campy, on-the-nose names (Bob Pancakes, the Goth family, the Calientes, Marcus Flex), but I've always liked to think that sim names can serve more than one purpose.
I jumped over to The Doe family community blog post and the interview there further confirmed a lot of my suspicions, and that whatever they're hiding might be sealed off in what used to be the family basement (the dev who made this family makes sure to draw attention to this enough that it's clearly significant). It's no coincidence that the basement suddenly "disappeared" (or perhaps just became inaccessible) as soon as the family moved in. Some notable things from this interaction:
The classic, old-fashioned misogyny from John. "The light of my life keeps my home perfect and welcoming." It's subtle, but says a lot about this family's old-fashioned dynamic. I hate the condescending, possessive energy between these two. I literally felt uncomfortable during this entire interview (I'd argue that is intentional).
The recurring and growingly tense persistence for the interviewer/producer to drink more tea. BIG red flag on this because my first thought is "Why?" I can understand being hospitable, but it seems like the interviewer has already been taken care of, so why the push? Jane is literally described as frantic, dodging the interviewer's questions entirely and hyper-focusing on the tea as if this is her role to play in what could be an unfortunate turn of events. On the other hand, John seems to be cheerily dismissive. I'm seeing skilled, practiced manipulation in the form of feigned charisma and charm - he doesn't ignore the questions but rather skillfully pivots and tries to keep things light and comfortable. His energy is notably different than the rest of the family, which makes him seem like the primary, skilled aggressor. He is keeping shit under control just enough to not raise suspicion, in my opinion.
But, most interesting to me, is their children's reactions to what is going on. The bio tells us so little about them, but their actions say so much. James, being a toddler and the youngest, obviously is going to be relatively clueless. But Jenn, the daughter, Sits quietly and stares ahead with an eerie blank expression. This feels like a traumatized, almost dissociative response. She seems removed in an anticipatory sense, on-brand for how a child might respond to signs of danger. I'd go as far to say that she is exhibiting one of the 5 fight and flight trauma responses; mainly the "freeze" response. The oldest son Joseph, on the other hand, is outwardly angry. He even leaves the room and slams the door as a response to the conversation, perhaps simply triggered by the mention of moving to Midnight Hollow, but I would venture to guess that he's also frustrated with the events taking place beyond that. After all, I would think that if there is anyone aware of the parent's possible nefarious nature and wrongdoings, it would be him. That being said, he's a teenager... but still a child, nonetheless. He unfortunately has little to no control, and it's clear that he's exhibiting a flight response, showing his own disdain as much as he can (a touch of fight in that door slam) while taking an opportunity to flee the scene. In the picture, their eldest son and daughter seem to be looking at them with... complex expressions. They're certainly not happy.
The whole interview ends because the wife is "not feeling well," but that brings me back to my point about John being a skilled manipulator and the main aggressor running the web that his family is caught in: he would be able to cite when things are getting out of control. A predator knows when to strike and when to back off, and I think this is John's way of regaining control before too much is brought to light. Many people have been spared, unknowingly, from the clutches of a serial killer because they got lucky and the killer decided it wasn't the right place/right time - that's the vibe I'm getting, idk.
The energy around this family reminds me of an Ari Aster or a Jodan Peele psychological horror feel - everything is fine on the surface until it's not, and that tensity and complexity is disturbing and uncomfortable for the outsider (the audience) looking in, but it's usually just as disturbing for our growingly-aware protagonists (who, based on actions alone, I would argue could possibly be the eldest son and perhaps even the daughter, in this case). "The Stepford Wives" by Ira Levin has also been cited possible inspiration at least for Jane's motivations/role in the story. If you don't know about this story, I recommend checking it out.
As I researched, I was actually surprised with the amount of people who did not jump to the murderer route right off the bat. Some other theories include the family being hypnotized and even speculation that they might be robots (likely a take resulting from Levin's work).
Personally, I am more inclined to think that the parents are people with a wicked past, but it was interesting to read alternative takes. The robot and hypnotism theories are intriguing to me, but they neglect to explain the mysterious disappearance of the basement or the children's behaviors. Furthermore, the "brainwashed" and "repetitive" nature Jane has could just as much be signs of trauma/being in an unsafe environment/being forced to act against her will just as much as they could be literal signs of being robotic or hypnotized, so I don't think those things are necessary. Trauma, fear, and feeling trapped are enough to make a person act outside the realm of "normal."
Hell, I think I've only covered the surface here, but I've talked for so long lol. It seems their story might always just be a mystery left for speculation, sadly.
My boy Benoit Blanc says it best:
Some additional resources that I used below for any curious cats who made it this far:
The Doe family discussion on the sims forum
TS3 Reddit Thread on the Doe family
As for the Darers: from what I'm seeing, the theory that the wives were clones (or at the very least identical twins) makes sense to me. I put pictures of them below, and just from their CAS headshots you can definitely see that the girls are identical - there's gotta be some relation there
Personally, I lean toward clones due to the traits being the same. Twins in the sims franchise have always had their own unique interests and traits, so these girls being near carbon-copies doesn't make sense if they're only sisters. Plus, the franchise loves clones (looking at you, two versions of Bella Goth in the Sims 2). For the era of franchise that TS3 was in, I feel like the team was still making the game lean toward whimsy and outlandish as opposed to realism.
Regardless of the relation these two girls share though, the fire death is suspicious and maybe the only thing that keeps this from feeling like an open and shut mystery. It also acts as another good reason to lean toward clones as opposed to sisters unless the fire was caused accidentally by Lacy herself. I think the cloning housefire theory is compelling, due to the girls not actually having a relationship with either of these guys explicitly on the family tree. I guess in that case they were actually their potential wives more than actual wives, which would explain why there's no marriage memory as well.
In some ways it's endearing that Juan would do all that, not just for himself but for his buddy as well, especially if it caused his house to burn down and ultimately push him out into a barn. In the end though, I think the whole cloning situation leans more toward weird when you consider the implications. If you have to invent a wife, you probably should just stay single my dude.
Last and unrelated sidenote: Harwood Clay's hair was an unexpected, horrifying surprise lmao.
Just from what you've told me, TS3 Twinbrook world had a lot of interesting characters. I had no idea that TS3 lore was even close in wackiness to TS2 and TS1, but my takeaway here is that we all should be more pissed off that TS4 premades are so dull.
#Sims lore#The Sims#TS3 Lore#the sims 3#ts3#the darer family#the doe family#this took me WAY too long to respond to you. I'm genuinely sorry!#Please know that the Does now live in my head rent free for forever. I will be making them in TS4.#atfs ask#forbiddenwhims#lore anon
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I Triple Dog Dare You (Astarion x F!Reader) (Part 2 to Pinkie Promise)
CW: Angst, mentions of trauma, mentions of sexual trauma, mentions of bullying, mentions of parental death, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of voyeurism
Both titles have been inspired by the song ‘School Nights’ by Chappell Roan
Dedicated to @amica-aenigmata-naboo - thank you for demanding a part two 😂
Part 1: Pinkie Promise?
✨this has been proof read once and I have been awake and working since 3 am. It is not 10:04 pm. Please help✨
You finish your letter by folding it into thirds and then writing ‘Star’ on the back. You take a deep breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth- reminding yourself that you already know he likes you back, you are just taking that last extra little step. You also can’t attempt to write this letter again- this is your 8th draft, the others turning into flames in your hands very quickly.
You want to ask Astarion to be in a serious relationship with you. You have only been seeing each other (as far as you know) and you’ve spent almost everyday sleeping with him in his tent since you had ventured into the Underdark. Most of the time- you don’t even have sex. You stay up talking together and sharing soft kisses- no clothes, just intimacy. You adore those moments immensely.
Life around camp has also been good- everyone is finally beginning to get along. Shadowheart and Lae’zel even silently respect each other now. It feels like one big happy family and you are grateful for them when this whole journey feels far too big and scary.
Recently, you and your crew have been playing an ongoing game of “Triple Dog Dare”. The only rule is you can’t dare someone in the middle of a battle or a serious mission. Otherwise- it’s all fair game and if you decline to do it, you have to take the darers’ guard duty or help them with a chore. The chores were limited to one task and it can’t be taking down a whole tent + equipment- the one time Astarion had to take down Gale’s tent had been disastrous. The dare had been to allow Gale to take you on a date- Astarion shot back with a “I triple dog dare you to swallow my fucking knife wizard.” All parties (minus Astarion) agreed that this dare was not to be followed through on.
The game has had… less than favorable results. Watching Wyll and Karlach streak across the camp while you were piss drunk was awful. Oh and the time Gale almost died because Wyll dared him to spy on the two of you for 20 minutes. You hadn’t heard his thoughts, but Astarion had. His head had shot up from between your legs with a furious look in his eyes. Astarion had covered your naked frame up quickly with his shirt (his trousers still on) and chased after Gale until he pushed the man into the freezing Underdark water.
The group then had to make a few more rules people didn’t realize they had to make. In Gale’s defense- Wyll didn’t specify and Wyll is a real snob about which chore he gives the person. It’s also the worst chore and usually includes de-stinking his boots. You are almost positive Wyll does this on purpose as repayment for all the headaches this groups’ shenanigans has given him-oh and the horns.
Karlach triple dog dared you today to finally confess your feelings to Astarion. You had gawked at her and then dared her to do the same with Dammon. You shook on it and it was done.
Finding out that Astarion’s life is in far more danger than any of them had realized shook you to your core. You are tired of wasting time being afraid to ask him what you already know (or at least hope you know). You are silently grateful that Karlach has given you the push you needed (you doubt she would have actually made you do anything- she wouldn’t put you on blast like that).
It just never felt like the right time in the past. Having your life be in constant danger is kind of a romance killer and you aren’t sure how the hell you are supposed to do this.
Do you court him? Do you ask him to court you?
You ultimately settled on just flat out telling him your feelings- politics be damned. It’s not like you were welcome in High Society anyway.
Now you are in the safety of Last Light Inn and it feels like the right time to bring this up. You worry that waiting any longer will result in him looking for someone more serious or maybe you would always just be a person he slept with during the journey to his freedom.
You hope you are more than that and you are almost positive you are. The way he looks at you, kisses you, and talks to you is so genuine- his eyes are always so soft and so are his lips. He protects you and you protect him. You adore him and you think he adores you too.
So naturally, walking up behind him and Shadowheart talking isn’t a nerve wracking endeavor to you. This is all going to go off without a hitch!
Or so you thought.
Your ears twitch and you barely hear what they say to each other, but you do. Gods you wish you hadn’t.
“You are insufferable, Cleric.” Astarion groans, “I already told you my answer.”
“Oh please- you follow them around like a lovesick puppy. You can’t honestly tell me you have absolutely no feelings for them.”
Shadowheart takes a long sip of her pint and raises an eyebrow at him. You remain in the shadow- your heart thumping out of your chest. Maybe he’ll say a lot of wonderful things about you? Maybe your hopes will be-
“Nope, not a single feeling outside of my carnal desires,” he says nonchalantly, “that’s all it’s been and they know that.”
Oh.
You feel all the air leave your lungs as you crumple your letter and shove it in your pocket. You don’t know why you insist on listening further.
“Then I triple dog dare you to go talk to someone and take them to bed. You will have no problem bedding that Harper who keeps giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes- I’m sure.”
Oh please no.
“You offend me- that’s hardly a challenge,” he says while standing up, sauntering over to the Harper that is eyeing him.
You promptly turn around and hurry out of the building. You can’t breathe. You should have known better.
You had always been Tav the Guillable, the Plain, the Insufferable, etc, etc. You had been thrown at your aunt and uncle when your parents passed. Your aunt and uncle lived in a nice Human only city and you are a ‘filthy half-breed.’
One of the boys in your Archery class found out you had a crush on him so he asked you to meet him by the river. You showed up with wild flowers for him- something your mother told you Wood Elf’s do to show affection. He showed up with your entire class- all of them laughing at you for being stupid enough to believe he liked you and then his future partner beat the shit out of you before throwing you into the rushing water. You wished you hadn’t survived, but a nice family who was tolerant towards Half breeds saved you. Your Aunt and Uncle were pissed. Admittedly, so were you.
They treated you terribly- constantly trying to marry you off to old men who you would turn away with your boorish behavior.
You really thought you had it right this time. Everything felt so natural and right- like you had been made for each other. What did you not pick up on? What did you miss this whole time? How could you have been so blind?
You pick up your bedroll on the way out- you were all going to sleep on the floor of the inn with the rest of the Harpers and Refugees, but you couldn’t pretend you wanted to be near Astarion like he does with you. You aren’t ready to confront him- you aren’t ready for the pretty illusion to be completely shattered and swept under the rug yet. You were just getting used to being someone he loved and now the whole world is crumbling underneath you.
It was barely anything- obviously- so why does it hurt this much?
You find yourself in front of Damon’s metal shop and he’s talking to Karlach. You clear your throat and they both look at you. Karlach suddenly looks concerned when she sees the look on your face.
“Could I sleep above your shop tonight?” You say with a strained voice, “behind the hay? I just… need to be alone.”
“Sure thing- it’s all yours.”
You smile gratefully at him and begin to climb up the ladder.
“Do you want me to tell Fangs, Soldier?”
You can hear the question in her voice. She is your best friend after all.
“No- please don’t,” you smile at her sadly, “I would prefer he doesn’t know where I am.”
Karlach nods in understanding, giving you a sad smile, and you go behind the hay and lay out your bedroll. It smells like him and you don’t know if that’s helping or hurting at this point, but you are mostly too tired to care.
Your heart hurts as you try to find sleep. You throw the crumpled note across the little loft and silently begin to cry.
At least you knew what it felt to give and receive love- even if it was false and unrequited the entire time.
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Astarion is barely present for the conversation with the Harper male who is trying to impress him into bed. Astarion is only thinking of you and how much he wants to get this over with so you can find a more secluded spot together. Every morning to every night feels like far too long to wait to have a tender moment with you.
Astarion imagines leaving lingering kisses along your collar bones and your cheeks. He thinks about how he desperately needs to rebraid your hair. It’s been frizzy and unruly from all the fog- the baby hairs sticking out all over the place. He also needs to patch up your armor again- your Meilikki Cleric Armor ripped apart from the events of yesterday.
Mostly though, he wants to spend the off day tomorrow with just you. Astarion wants to find somewhere to hide or even just rent a room so that you can just be in each other’s presence un interrupted by the world. Astarion’s heart glows at the thought of the sexless intimacy you share. He’s so happy it’s not a priority to you- it’s allowed him to do things at his own pace and as he wants to which is very freeing to him.
Astarion had finally admitted to himself that his plan had well and truly failed- he has fallen for you very hard.
He doesn’t know what possessed him to lie to Shadowheart. He mostly just didn’t want to be pressured to leap forward. Astarion isn’t sure if you want to be something real with him and he also doesn’t know if you are hell bent on being a proper noble woman who marries a proper noble man. It would break his heart if you rejected him and Astarion has no desire to feel that way. For now, Astarion will bask in his peaceful ignorance.
The Harper man eventually scowls at Astarion and tells him to fuck off if he isn’t interested. Astarion goes back to Shadowheart with an annoyed look on his face.
“Fine- you win, Cleric,” Astarion scowls, “I have feelings for them. I couldn’t even give that man a moment of my attention because I couldn’t stop thinking about them so if you will excuse me-“
Shadowheart squeals in delight and Astarion rolls his eyes. Astarion walks around the entire inn and property- you are nowhere to be found. Astarion is beginning to become more and more worried. Astarion is pacing out front when Karlach and Dammon come up to the Inn- ready to hit the sack.
“Karlach,” Astarion says, a bit more panicked than he means to, “where is Tav? I’ve been looking for them everywhere and I can’t find them!”
Karlach looks suddenly uncomfortable and like she definitely knows where you are.
“Karlach if you know where Tav is-“
“I do!” She says exasperated, “but they specifically asked that you don’t know and I don’t blame them! You gonna go fuck them and pretend to have feelings for them again for the billionth time?”
Astarion is stock still and horribly confused. What in the hells is she talking about? Karlach shoves a piece of crumpled paper into his hands and shakes her head at him.
“You know- if you are going to fuck with someone’s feelings,” Karlach tries to keep her patience, “maybe don’t pick the nicest person in the room. Honestly Fangs- fuck you. I thought you were better than that.”
Astarion is at a loss for words- which is very rare for him. He slowly unfolds the note- hoping it might put some of the pieces together.
Star,
I have really come to enjoy your company and our time together.
I am quite smitten with you and I’m too nervous to say this out loud, but I would like to be able to call you my partner (in a romantic sense)- if you return my feelings, that is.
If not, no worries. All I want is for you to be happy.
-Tav
The pieces click together like a haunting tune.
You had heard everything that was said between him and Shadowheart. Obviously you didn’t stick around for the important part, but Gods you must be heartbroken.
Astarion has to assume you were hiding somewhere in Damon’s shop if Karlach is the one who knows where you are. He had been avoiding the shop initially so that Karlach could have her privacy with Dammon. Now it’s fair game.
Astarion quickly walks towards the shop and as soon as he enters- his ears pick up your quiet sobbing. Your thoughts are loud and unguarded- his words playing in your head over and over again. You are wondering why you aren’t good enough. Astarion finally sees what you have refused to show him- your parents are long gone, despite the fact that you talk about them as if they are waiting for you to come home. Your Aunt, Uncle, cousins, and an entire society have rejected you, humiliated you, and belittled you. This just happens to be the salt in the wound. You keep looping through the thought of how stupid you are to have missed this of all damn things. How could you even begin to think he would actually want you? Plain, boring, ugly, half-breed Tav.
Oh my Darling, what have I done?
Shadowheart had been teasing him relentlessly ever since you had all arrived back to the safety of Last Light Inn. You had led them all to support Astarion in finding out more about the scars carved into his back. It had been incredibly dangerous and Shadowheart had had to heal him more than usual- he kept putting himself between you and every bomb, warrior, etc. He wanted her to stop- he likes the privacy of his little world with you.
Now he’s demolished that world and your heart in less than an hour. Astarion was actually nervous earlier- realizing how deep his feelings for you are and how much he wants something real with you. He just isn’t close enough with Shadowheart to share those feelings out loud willingly. Astarion is thrilled that you feel the same way, but now he isn’t sure he can convince you that his feelings are genuine and not a giant lie.
Astarion slowly makes his way up the ladder and he hears your sobbing stop- one single sniffle occurring before silence.
“Darling?” he asks quietly.
The air is tense and Astarion feels more nervous than a school boy with a crush. You hiccup.
“Astarion.”
Your voice is strained and cracks- he can hear the effort you put into trying to make your voice sound steady and normal.
You are definitely not happy with him. You usually address him as Star when he first arrives in your orbit.
Astarion takes it as a good sign that you are at least willing to speak with him.
“It’s come to my attention that you may have overheard a conversation without context and without staying until the end,” Astarion says slowly, “I was hoping you might let me explain myself.”
You sit up gingerly, your head bent, and look up at him with puffy, bloodshot eyes. Your bottom lip is swollen- you often worry it between your teeth when you are upset. He doesn’t like when you are upset, but he does love how incredibly delicious it makes your lips look. Your skin is under a veil of tears and your cheeks are stained pink from you rubbing away the sadness from your face. It’s unfair how beautiful a crier you are.
Astarion decides to go against his better judgement and he crawls towards you. You look at him with a guarded expression, but you don’t fight him as he pulls you into his lap- his fingers moving the hair out of your face and wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks.
“Shadowheart was teasing me for being… overly concerned with your safety today,” Astarion begins, “I just didn’t want to- her and I aren’t close enough for me to-“
Astarion huffs in frustration and looks down at the floor momentarily before making direct eye contact with you. He decides to use the tadpole- maybe showing will make more sense than explaining.
Astarion shows you his original intentions of manipulating you- his musings over your beauty, but your aggravating naivety and the annoyance at your persistent kindness. He feels you flinch a little, but your body begins to relax against his as you watch his feelings change. Astarion lets you see all of his jealousy, confusion, fear, and adoration for you. He even lets you see his turmoil during sex. Astarion enjoys himself with you- more than he’s ever enjoyed himself with anyone, but the self-loathing and disgust pose a challenge during intimate moments.
Lastly, Astarion shows you how scared he is to lose you. He lets the feeling consume him and he feels like he’s a rope ready to snap at any moment. His mind wanders to how much he doesn’t ever want to have to miss you- the beautiful moments you have shared together and how much joy you have brought to his life. You make him want to be a better person- well at least in your presence. Astarion would do just about anything for you.
You press your forehead to his and release a relieved sigh. Astarion pulls you in for a deep, tender kiss. The kiss is needy, but not in a sexual way. Astarion needs you to know that he really does adore you- his affections are absolutely not fake.
He finally has to pull back to let you breathe and you wrap your arms around his neck.
“You make me so so happy, Darling,” Astarion whispers tearfully, “I really don’t want to lose you.”
“Star, I adore you for all the sentimental reasons,” your eyes sparkle as you look at him, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Astarion tries not to show how relieved he is, but the way his shoulders slump gives him away.
“We don’t have to have sex, you know,” you say quietly, “I can wait until you are ready. I want you to be happy and feel loved more than anything.”
Astarion is surprised by the choked sob that escapes his lips- pulling you in closer.
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“Yeah well,” you pull back and smile at him, “I triple dog dare you to prioritize your wants and needs first!”
Astarion rolls his eyes at you and tries to hide the grateful tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You are his most favorite person across all the planes. He is so grateful for you, your patience, and how much you try to understand him so that you can support his healing from centuries of abuse.
“Cheeky pup.”
You grin widely, “the cheekiest.”
“Hmmm well,” Astarion slyly smirks, “if we are going to play this childish game…”
You pout, jutting your lower lip out. Astarion places a chaste kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear.
“I triple dog dare you to be something real with me.”
Astarion’s nerves are going haywire- praying to every God he can think of that you still want to be serious with him.
Your smile could light up the entirety of the Shadow Cursed Lands. You give him a short sweet kiss on the cheek and A kunik*.
“Dare accepted.”
*A kunik means nose kiss in Inuit
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Turtle doves; Eddie Munson x reader
*Author’s note*
Okay in light of the fact that Christmas is just one week away (and that I missed both Halloween and thanksgiving fic ideas I could’ve done), I figured now was the time to do a Christmas theme fic for this beloved metalhead who stole my heart this year. At first I was gonna do a mistletoe one but I’ve been seeing a lot of them lately but after re-watching Home alone 2 and I saw the turtledoves I thought BINGO DING DING DING DING!
Not much warning except maybe some swearing, insecure Eddie and TONS AND TONS of fluff!!!
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Up in Indianapolis, the city was bustling with excitement but also chaos because it was that time of the year again, Christmas time. Hundreds among hundreds of people crammed into the stores to not only get the best deals, but also get the gift before their fellow man can. The airports packed with families waiting for the arrival of extended family or friends.
“Eddie? Oi Eddie!” Dustin snapped Eddie out of his trance. Eddie shook his head and looked down at his favorite (even if he thinks he’s a little shit at times) freshman member of his Hellfire club.
“What?”
“You were miles away. Thinking about (Y/n) again?” Dustin teased. Eddie smacked the boy in the back of his head and said.
“You wish Henderson.”
“You are like bright red in the face right now.” Laughed Dustin.
“Shut your mouth Dustin. That’s your final warning.” But Dustin wasn’t wrong. He was thinking about said girl, in fact he’s thought about her all year.
Ever since she took that study abroad program for her Animal Biology major in college, she hasn’t had much time to talk with Eddie. Letters were scarce and phone calls were even rarer. And even though he was happy for her going all around the world studying wild animals, he wished that she wouldn’t be so far away from him all the time.
Eddie Munson and (Y/n) (L/n) had been friends since they met in the 6th grade when Eddie had his bike stolen by some asshole 8th grade jocks and (Y/n) threw sticks at them to get them to retreat. There she shared his first animal facts that chimps in the wild would throw sticks and stones at pythons to dive them away from their territory.
(Y/n) had always loved reading and learning about animals and she dreamed of one day venturing out into the world to study them and see how they behave up close. That’s why Eddie always called her his venturous She-elf.
When she got to graduate in 84 and he didn’t, it didn’t deter their friendship. Every weekend and holiday she visited him and would tell him all about how college has been treating her and what she’s learned that she hadn’t before. But Eddie had been harboring a secret that not even she knew of.
Since the start of their high school years, Eddie had fallen in love with his adventurous Elf. Not only for her looks but for her passion for what she wanted in life. Like him, she had a goal and she was reaching it, achieving it, and trying to own it. She was indeed a darer but he feared that if he ever told her how he truly felt, he’d be holding her back.
Hell he couldn’t even graduate from High school, twice! What could he ever offer her?
“Eddie?” Dustin said trying to get his attention. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. Just wondering what stories she has for us this year.”
“Oh yeah. I hope she brought home some cool souvenirs. Like this one time when her and her family went vacationing in Nepal and she got me this really cool face mask of an elephant. I still wear it to scare Lucas every now and then.”
“Thanks for the leverage Henderson to use against him next time he ditches us for his laundry baskets game.”
“You know I still can’t believe that you and (Y/n) know each other.”
“We do have lives outside of you Henderson, the world doesn’t always revolve around you yah know.” Soon their eyes caught sight of her plane landing and Eddie’s heart started to beat a little faster than normal. As quietly as he could, he took a deep breath before exhaling and they waited a few minutes as the passengers all began to depart the terminal gate.
Soon they spotted a young woman with (h/c) hair and prescription glasses on the bridge of her nose. She rolled out with her carryon to see two boys holding up a sign that was decorated and spelled out: WELCOME HOME LADY TAURIEL, her D&D’s character name. She smiled and came up to them and first embraced Eddie.
“Well this is a surprise, I thought I’d have to get a cab to your trailer.”
“What and leave you in this craziness by yourself? Absolutely not.” Eddie said as they parted but they both kept their arms around each other just a little bit longer. Dustin began to notice not only the lingering embrace they were doing, but also the look in both their eyes as they looked at each other.
“So what am I (Y/n)? Chopped liver?” asked Dustin. The two young adults separated from each other and (Y/n) shook her head.
“You would think all the times I spent babysitting you would mellow you out Henderson, but you’ve gotten an even bigger ego than when I left.” She said.
“It’s his tone right?” Eddie asked her. Dustin grumbled as he crossed his arms. (Y/n) shook her head laughing as she walked over to Dustin and embraced him before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Eww! You know I hate it when you do that!”
“Whatever you little shit. Now let’s get the rest of my bags and back home. Being on a plane for over 24hrs is not as enjoyable as it sounds.”
“Right this way then, Lady Tauriel.” Eddie said with a gracious bow. They went over to the baggage claim, gathered up all her bags and then headed on out to Eddie’s van to drive back to Hawkins.
It was a bit of a drive thanks to the traffic and the snow starting to fall, but they managed to reach Hawkins safe and sound. After dropping Dustin back at his place, Eddie and (Y/n) finally arrived at his place.
“You sure it’s okay for me to stay here? Mrs. Henderson offered me one of the spare rooms over at their place.”
“As sweet as the old lady is, how could I live with myself knowing you’d be stuck with Henderson 24/7. Plus I know you do have something for him that he says he’s been dying to see.”
“True. It’s just….I don’t want to run you out of house and home.”
“You aren’t. Besides Wayne’s been asking about you, I swear he loves you more than he does me.”
“Shut up Munson, Wayne loves you with all his heart.”
“Yeah I know. Well let’s get inside before the snow really starts piling up. Weather man’s been saying it’ll be the heaviest snowfall in 10 years.”
“Even though I’ve grown up with Indiana weather, it’s nothing compared to Nepal, or Tibet, or even Antarctica ugh. Never will I go down there again, even if I wanna see the cute penguins. I’ll take the ones in South Africa.”
“There aren’t any penguins in Africa!” Eddie objected as he grabbed one of her suitcases as they both exited the car.
“There are too and I’ve got the pictures to prove it.”
“You do not.”
“I do so!” the two of them continued their playful banter as they unloaded the van and placed all her things in Eddie’s room. “I’ve noticed you guys decided to do some indoor decorating this year.”
“Yeah. Wayne’s come into some really good money lately, and with some of the paid gigs the band and I have done, we decided why the hell not?”
“So it would seem my own personal Grinch finally found the Christmas spirit again ehh?” she teased as she poked his belly making him curl inward.
“I never lost it!”
“Mm-hmm.” She hummed skeptically.
“That’s it! C’mere!” he lunged at her, the two of them falling onto his bed and he proceeded to tickle her sides making her thrash around in laughter. “You know I think I finally know where Henderson got his sass from. After all, you’ve known him longer than either Harrington or me. We have you to blame for his behavior.”
“Nohohoht mehehehe!”
“Yes you! Now admit it or the tickling continues.”
“I don’t…..stohahap! Please!”
“Nope. The begging and puppy dog eyes won’t work on me this time.” As (Y/n) continued laughing, a voice soon called out.
“Eddie? You better not be killing someone in there boy.” Eddie was forced to stop as his uncle had arrived home earlier than normal. He got off of (Y/n) and said in a low, menacing yet playful tone,
“Saved by the old man. But don’t think you’re getting out of this just yet missy.” (Y/n) shoved him back to the bed and Eddie let her do it as she went out and said.
“Sorry Wayne. But if I had to be killed, death by tickles wouldn’t be too bad of a way to go.”
“Well as I live and breathe. Ms. (Y/n) (l/n) back from her time around the world.” (Y/n) smiled and walked over and asked Wayne.
“Permission to hug?”
“Permission granted ma’am.” The two of them embraced each other and after awhile he let her go. “Bout time you got here, Eddie wouldn’t shut up about how many days left till you arrived.”
“Wayne!” Eddie groaned from his bedroom door. “Why are you home so early? Usually you don’t get off this early unless it’s a holiday and Christmas eve is 2 days away.”
“The weather son. Boss decided it’d be best for us to all head home so that we wouldn’t get snowed in.”
“Well that was nice of him. Oh speaking of which, I have a surprise for you Wayne.” (Y/n) said as she raced back into the bedroom and grabbed both her scrapbook and a neatly wrapped present. “I was almost worried I wouldn’t be able to give this to you, or see your reaction when you’d open it.”
“Ain’t we supposed to open presents on Christmas though?” he asked her.
“Normally yes but this really isn’t a Christmas present. I saw it when I was in Tanzania and I thought one person had to have it.” Wayne took the box and unwrapped it before opening it up to reveal a beautifully hand-crafted and painted bowl.
The background was painted like the African sunrise with Mt. Kilimanjaro in the background and up front and center was a large African rhino (his favorite animal).
“I know it’s not a mug but it was the closest thing I could find to a cup.”
“Don’t go saying things like that, I love it. Thank you sweetie belle.” He wrapped an arm around her bringing her in for a one armed hug.
“Don’t I get a present too (Y/n)?” asked Eddie.
“Yes but you have to wait until the Christmas eve party at Steve’s. It is still happening there, right?”
“Yeah. You know Harrington.”
“Now go easy on that boy Eddie, sure he may have started off as a jerk to yah but you two really have become good friends thanks to that kid of yours.” Eddie waved it off before going to the kitchen to find himself something to eat. “So darling, what do you think of the decorations we got up?”
“I love it. I especially like the light up penguins over there by the tree.” She said pointing to the small decorated Christmas tree and by the nightstand stood a lit up penguin lamp.
“Eddie said you’d like it. In fact this was all his idea to begin with that we’d decorate the place special for you.”
“Oi Wayne! Since you’re here how’s about you cook dinner for once instead of having to do fend for yourself night!?” Eddie shouted trying to change the topic. Wayne rolled his eyes getting the hint of what his nephew’s behavior meant while (Y/n) was left perplexed.
Did—did Eddie feel the same way as she did? Did she hear that right? Or is this just Eddie being Eddie? One thing’s for sure, she was gonna try and tough it out and admit her feelings for her best friend at the Christmas eve party and hope she doesn’t humiliate herself doing it.
Two days later and after clearing up the roads after the snow storm they had when she first arrived, the gang was all gathered at Steve’s place for the party. Now this party was extra special to the group because throughout the entire party, each guest would present a tradition that was done with their families on Christmas day.
As per Robin’s family tradition, everyone had to come in wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater they could find. And the first activity was Christmas musical chairs as per Wheeler tradition. Mike decided to be the DJ and as Chuck Berry’s ‘Run Rudolph Run’ played over the speakers the rest of the gang began to circle around the chairs, and the first one to be out was Steve.
“Wait hold on that’s not fair! Munson kept stopping!”
“Just take the loss with pride Harrington.” Eddie told him. Steve rolled his eyes but took one of the chairs after everyone stood back up and the game resumed. One by one the rest soon began to fall until the final three came down to Dustin, Eddie and (Y/n).
“Remember, third place gets this giant Hershey’s bar.” Nancy said holding out the fairly large chocolate bar. A decent prize but it’s nothing compared to the giant family/party size M&M bag that was up for first prize.
The music started up and all three of the remaining players began to fake the other out by either pausing in front of the chairs before moving again, or trying to sit in the chairs while the music was still playing before moving on again. The song stopped and Eddie and (Y/n) ended up being the final two.
“Aww nice try Dustin but you still get the chocolate bar.” Nancy said.
“That’s fine.” Dustin said taking (Y/n)’s chair away and as Eddie and (Y/n) stood over the final chair, they stared each other down.
“That bag of M&M’s is mine Munson.” Boasted (Y/n).
“Don’t make me laugh (L/n). You know I kill for m&m’s. The only thing you’ll be getting is the three musketeers packet.”
“Alright enough flirting you two, get to walking!” Mike groaned as he started the music back up and the two friends began to battle it out for the chair. Once again the pair would stop in front of the chair trying to delay the other before racing around it, taunting the other to distract them from the song, until finally the song stopped and after a squabble that lasted for what felt like a minute, (Y/n) won the pot!
“Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Ha! In your face Munson I won the pot haha!” (Y/n) rejoiced as she claimed her prize, a full year supply of M&M’s while Eddie was given the three musketeers bag. Even with his wounded pride, he accepted the prize and was happy that his girl got the big prize.
The traditions continued with watching ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ and ‘How the Grinch stole Christmas’ (Sinclair tradition), playing a few Christmas songs (the Munson tradition), and acting out a chapter or two from ‘A Christmas Carol’ (a Henderson tradition). Next up was (Y/n)’s family tradition, ‘Santa Exchange’ as the gift opening was about to happen.
“Okay let’s see. This here is for Robin.” She said holding up a beautifully wrapped gold and red box with a red bow. Robin took her present as (Y/n) grabbed the next one when another hand reached up and grabbed a snowman packaged present bag. She looked up to see Eddie and he said,
“Figure Santa needs a little helper?”
“Santa appreciates it, thank you.” Soon the two of them worked together passing out all the presents to everyone until they were all set up in their own areas throughout the living room. “Okay so every year my family mixes up the order in how we each open up our presents so this year I say we go from oldest to youngest. Sound good with everyone?”
“Yep. Yeah.” Everyone answered.
“Alright, but before we start that, I want everyone to take my gift to you and open it. It’s all the same thing that I had done when I was in Japan.” Everyone went through their gifts until they found (Y/n)’s gifts and they all began opening them.
When everyone opened their gifts, it was revealed to be a traditional, authentic Japanese painting of her friends. Not only were they in the picture, but next to them was an animal she felt like was their spirit animal.
Nancy had an crane on her picture, Steve had a dog specifically the Japanese breed Akita, Dustin had a tiger, Robin had a white cat, Lucas had a phoenix, Mike was a koi fish, and Eddie had the traditional Japanese dragon.
“I found a traditional Japanese artist and in the span of the 4 months I was there with my team filming the Japanese Alps, I asked him to do this for you guys.”
“Wow (Y/n) this is—incredible.” Robin said admiring her painting.
“Easy for you to say, I’ll bet none of you are a fish.” Mike whined to which Nancy hit her brother in the arm making him exclaim in pain.
“It’s wonderful (Y/n), thank you.” Everyone else soon thanked her for her gift and she smiled as she sat back down at her area next to Eddie.
“Now that that’s out of the way, Eddie why don’t you start us off?”
“Yes!” Eddie softly cheered as he grabbed the first gift he spotted which was from Dustin. He opened it to reveal the new Led Zeppelin cassette. “Ha-ha! I knew you’d come through for me Henderson!”
“You’ve only been talking about it since Halloween. But I knew you’d like it, Merry Christmas Eddie.” Eddie continued to open up his gifts and he got some more cassette tapes, some new pins for his jacket, a new red flannel, and the new D&D manual book that had recently came out.
Up next was (Y/n). She opened the first gift that was from Steve and Robin. She unwrapped the paper before looking at the box to reveal what exactly it was before opening it.
“Oh my god, you guys.” It was the new Panasonic VHS camcorder.
“We figure you might wanna record some of your trips instead of just taking pictures. 3 hours of film this thing can do.” Steve said.
“This must’ve costed you guys a fortune. And I knew Keith don’t pay you much.”
“Worth every penny. Besides I expect some videos of tigers with that camera next time you go to India.” Robin said pointing at her.
“Alright, it’s a deal. Thanks you guys.” Seeing that camcorder made Eddie sick to his stomach. He wasn’t rich nor did he have enough money to buy her expensive gifts, all he had was his small little surprise that he had made for her. But he began to second guess himself, would she even like it? His stomach continued to turn in knots as she grabbed the next gift which was a new scrapbook from Nancy.
“Figured your old one was getting full so I figured it’s time for a new one. There’s also some little stencils in there so you can decorate it as you wish.” She told her.
“Aww I love it, thanks Nancy. Okay whose next?” she hovered her hand around the remaining gifts until she picked up Dustin’s. “Henderson’s next.” She unstapled the bag and pulled out the green paper stuffed inside and pulled out a journal that read across the cover (Y/N)’s ENCYCLOPEDIA.
“My encyclopedia?” she asked him.
“Thought it would be cool to get real animal biology from a real animal biologist. Someone who actually knows the facts and doesn’t keep editing it, I swear you’re smarter than any science book that talks about animals and how they behave and operate.”
“Is this some excuse to help you with future science homework?” she teased.
“What? No, no! No way! I just wish for you to write down what all you know and what you didn’t know before about all the animals you help document and study.”
“Well that’s sweet of you Dustin, thank you. Okay Michael, you’re up next.”
“Why must you insist on calling me that?”
“Cause I know it embarrasses you. And as your former babysitter it’s my job to embarrass you.” She opened up his gift and it was a small animal calendar. “Alright! Now I’ll be able to see what day it is. I swear those guys don’t carry calendars with them like at all. They tally the days like cavemen in their journals. Thanks Mike, really I appreciate it.”
She then went for Lucas’ present and he got her a mini-figurine that his sister made of her character Lady Tauriel.
“Now Erica would claim she made it all herself but I was the one that bought the figurine in the first place and I told her your description of her. She painted it and that’s all.”
“It’s a team Sinclair effort and I love it. Tell your sister when you see her thank you too.” She placed her D&D character back in the container before saying. “And last but not least, Eddie—” but as she reached out for it, Eddie snatched his gift back and pocketed into his leather jacket.
“Dude what the hell? You can’t just take back your gift.” Steve said.
“Shut up Harrington!”
“Eddie what’s wrong? I want to see what you got me.” She asked him.
“No you don’t. it’s not even ready.”
“Why would you give her an incomplete gift?” Mike asked.
“Hey Mike cool it, I’m sure Eddie has a good reason. Final exams were a bitch this year so I can see why he wouldn’t have time to finish his gift.” Dustin said trying to get Mike off Eddie’s back.
“It’s nothing like that Henderson, and I can defend myself thank you very much!” but his tone was harsh.
“Geez Eddie no need to snap. I know Dustin can be a bit much but there’s no need to go that far.” Said Robin.
“Will you guys just leave me alone alright!? God this is why I hate Christmas! Everyone making a deal about presents that just end up in the trash a couple weeks if not the day after Christmas!” he soon stormed out of the room and the house echoed a loud slam from the front door.
“I’ll go talk to him.” (Y/n) said as she got up and followed after him. After putting on her coat, boots and gloves, she followed Eddie who was leaning against his van smoking with a furrowed brow. “You’ll catch your death of cold if you stay out here like that.”
“I’m fine. Never bothered me anyway.”
“You may have everyone convinced that you’re this stone, cold metalhead but not to me. Sure you’re a metalhead but you’re not stone cold.”
“Well you wouldn’t know considering you haven’t even been here for over a year and a half!” he snapped. It shocked (Y/n) to hear Eddie snap at her like that but as soon as he looked at her shocked expression, he sighed heavily and stomped out his cigarette. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have shouted.”
“I know.” She walked up to him and took his hand between hers, not only in comfort but to warm them up. “You wanna tell me what’s really going on in that squirrel brain of yours?”
“I don’t have a squirrel brain.”
“Yes you do. You always have a million things going through your head, and its twice as intense when you’re stressed or upset about something. So c’mon tell me. We’ve always been able to tell each other everything.” Eddie looked into her soft, gentle (e/c) and he felt his heart melt but also grow heavy into his stomach.
“Everyone else got you such amazing gifts. Gifts that’ll either help your future career or that you can personalize. Hell the Sinclair’s made your D&D character come to life, and all I got you was……this.” He took out his gift which was just a plain old small white box with a golden ribbon tied to it.
He couldn’t even look her in the eyes as he held it out to her. Once he felt her take it from his hand, he crossed his arms over his chest as his breathing grew sharper and heavier and she could see just how fast it was from the cold breath that escaped his lips and danced into the air.
She looked down at the plain white box and untied the ribbon before opening it to reveal inside two chain necklaces and attached to them were what appeared to be hand-carved wooden turtle doves. Or that’s what they seemed to be, it was a bit mish-mashed but even with the faults in the sculpting, she knew it must’ve taken Eddie a long time to do these twice.
“They’re supposed to be turtle doves. I know they look shitty, the woodshop instructor couldn’t teach me for shit and the chain is nothing special. Just from some old chain necklaces Wayne doesn’t wear anymore so I got rid of what was on those and he helped me attach the birds to the chain.”
Tears formed in her eyes as she pulled the necklaces out of the box and held them in her palm. She looked up at Eddie and immediately embraced him tightly, burying her face into his shoulder blades.
“What?”
“Eddie,” she released him so she could come around and cup his face which was already turning red from the cold, and even his nose was starting to go a bit red. “This, this is the sweetest, most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”
“Really?” he asked insecurely.
“Really, really. And knowing that you did your best, I don’t care if the turtledoves look perfectly hand sculpted or like a woodchipper went to town on them.” They both softly laughed. “But there is something that is wrong with this gift.” At hearing that statement, Eddie’s brief moment of happiness once again turned back to fear. He felt her take his left hand and she placed one of the turtle dove necklaces into his palm before closing it up. “You need to keep one, so that way we each have one, and that we’ll always come back to each other.”
“Each other?” he asked her. She nodded as she slowly got closer to him whispering.
“Together forever, meleth nin.” She then took her chance and kissed her best friend/secret crush. When she felt him tense, she feared that maybe the kiss was too much and began to pull away but it wasn’t until she felt Eddie’s arms wrap around her waist pulling her close and even lifting her up.
She was stunned but wrapped her arms tighter around Eddie’s shoulders as their kiss slowly deepened until he set her down and they separated for air.
“My Christmas wish came true this year.” She whispered lovingly.
“Agreed. I’ve only dreamed of this a thousand times since middle school. Merry Christmas Lady Tauriel.”
“Merry Christmas Lord Beren.” They smiled at each other lovingly before they hugged each other so tightly it was like their bones would pop, before they looked at each other with their noses brushing against each other’s and their lips met in another sweet kiss.
“ABOUT DAMN TIME!! I’VE BEEN SEEING YOU MAKE GOO-GOO EYES AT EACH OTHER SINCE SHE GOT HERE!!” Dustin’s voice exclaimed in the night air. Eddie rolled his eyes before bending down and grabbed a big chunk of snow and quickly raced towards Dustin.
He let out a scream before racing back inside with Eddie at his heels holding the snow patch in his hands.
“No! NO don’t you dare stuff that down my back!”
“Get over here Henderson!”
“HEY NO SNOW TRAILS IN MY HOUSE GUYS!!” (Y/n) shook her head as she went back inside and closed the door as the chaos continued with Dustin exclaiming and trying to get the snow out of his back, Steve trying to mop up the wet patch of water from said snow that had been dropped on his good carpet, and Eddie and (Y/n) sitting close to each other exchanging kisses every now and again.
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Darer Farm Rebuild by hazelnutter100
"In-game description of 27 Herring Ranch Road, Twinbrook:
Loft / 1 Bath - Although the original farmhouse was incinerated a few years ago, the encroaching swamp saved the barn. Undaunted, the eccentric owner has made the barn into a livable if not luxurious space.
I’ve played Juan Darer once or twice, and made minor changes to his home, but it wasn’t until earlier this year, when one of my Sims visited his house for an opportunity, that I realised how great the location is, with possibly the best views in Twinbrook. (Incidentally, how did the swamp manage to ‘encroach’? It must be at least a hundred feet below.) So, many Sim-years after Juan’s death, I bought his house and rebuilt it for the family I’m currently playing. The exterior of the barn has been left unchanged, apart from being cleaned and re-roofed. The interior has been redesigned to house a gym, an art studio and a workshop downstairs, and two bedrooms upstairs. The rest of the house was dictated by the shape of the existing foundations and by having once been a farmhouse. So it ended up as a rebuilt traditional farmhouse, with a kitchen/family room downstairs and the master suite (complete with sitting room and home office) upstairs. An extension in a more modern style, with large windows to make the most of the views, provides space for entertaining, while a second, narrow, extension links the house and barn. The pond has been drained and the spawner removed, since the same fish are available in the lake.
Price: §151274 furnished, §86955 unfurnished
Content used:
Ambitions and Generations are required. There are quite a few build and buy items from Seasons and University Life. You could manage without them but the number of swaps needed might get irritating. Everything else could easily be substituted or omitted.
...(continued on MTS)"
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WHO ARE YOU?
name : kyla.
star sign : scorpio. i don’t know my rising or any of that though, lol.
height : 5′6.5″.
spotify shuffle : august by t-swift
ever had a poem / song written about you ? : no
when was the last time you played air guitar ? : it has been awhile, but i played real guitar a month ago.
celebrity crush : c/hris e/vans is my ride or die, thanks. i have a whole list with others but that’s really my main.
sound you hate and a sound you love ? : i hate nails on a chalkboard sounds, and i love pouring rain.
do you believe in ghosts ? : i absolutely do, and part of wanting Wendy to feel them is based on experience with knowing when they’re around.
how about aliens ? : yes, without a doubt. they are out there and the only reason they are not here is because Earth is scary, lol.
do you drive ? : no, i prefer not to.
what was the last book you read ? : honestly? one of the Witcher books, but i don’t remember which one. i’ve been re-reading all of them.
do you like the smell of gasoline ? : i wouldn’t say that i like it, but i don’t hate it.
what was the last movie you saw ? : resident evil: the final chapter.
what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had ? : so...a neighbor told me that girls suck. and classic me at the tender age of 8, decided to tell him where he could shove it, and he dared me to do this flip over the couch at my aunt’s garage sale. i told him ‘darers go first obviously’, but he wouldn’t do it, so i told him that when i did this, he needed to apologize, because girls obviously were braver. i ran off the porch, jumped over the couch, did the flip...and landed my shin into the corner of the coffee table in front of the couch. at that momentum, it gouged my leg all the way to the bone, and the neighbor boy was crying, my little sister was crying, our cousin was crying too and he was the loudest, and i was in shock at first, but there was blood everywhere. my mom and my aunt came running out, i had to go to the hospital, and there wasn’t enough skin to cover the wound, so for two weeks, i had my leg up and we had to change the bandages often, and i got to watch my leg repair itself. it was traumatizing, and the story was told at every family reunion for years after. i have a cool ‘star trek communicator’ shaped scar there to this day, though, so...
do you have any obsessions right now ? : s/tranger t/hings and w/itcher really. w/itcher has been a thing for ages though, since before the show, and then more so after.
do you tend to hold grudges ? : yes, and i’m cool with that.
in a relationship ? : i am, actually.
tagged by stolen from: @rebelcliche
tagging: literally every one of you <3
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Floral Circlet - Chapter 3: crunchyroll take me home
Summary: There are three universal truths everyone agrees with about the all-female Hololive Academy. One, everyone who goes there is a fucking weirdo. Two, everyone who goes there is incredibly talented and unquestionably deserves their place in the academy, and let nobody fucking say otherwise. Three, everyone who goes there is at least a little bit gay for each other.
Word Count: 1.814
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IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a repost.
“Calli! Truth or dare.”
“…dare.”
“I dare you to kiss me!”
Calli rolls her eyes, Ame hands Gura five bucks - and they both make a whole show of it - and Ina muffles her giggle behind a pillow.
“Kiara, you can’t keep doing that one dare.”
Kiara puts her hands on her hips and pouts at Ina. “Is there a rule that says I can’t?”
“Yes, actually,” Ame cuts in, and suddenly in her hands is an old, tattered tome that Ina recognizes as one of her ancient How To Draw Manga books from days of yore. Where’d she pull that from? “According to page 314 of the official Truth or Dare Guidebook, the darer is not allowed to put forth the same dare more than two times in one session.”
Kiara can definitely smell Ame’s bullshit, but she can also tell when the whole room is against her. She throws her hands in the air. “This is why I wanna go with Spin the Bottle!”
“Better be quick with that new dare, chief,” Gura says, leaning over Ame’s shoulder and pointing at a nonexistent passage on the book. “Says here on page 31 the darer’s got a sixty second time limit to resubmit their dare.”
“Oh my god, okay.” Kiara’s look all but says she’ll kill Ame and Gura in their sleep first chance she gets. Her brows furrow in determination when she points a finger at Calli. “I dare you to marry me!”
Calli rubs her face in an obvious show of exasperation, but Ina can’t help but notice a hint of reddening cheeks hidden behind her hand. “Know what? I’m switching. Truth.”
“You can’t do that!” Kiara screeches.
“Actually, she can.” Ame steeples her fingers, and it’s amazing how much she’s got the haughty know-it-all voice down pat. “If we, again, consult the official Truth or Dare Guidebook, page 59 states that-”
“Alright, fine, fine, fine.” Kiara exhales. Turns to Calli. “Truth, right? Here’s one.” Her fire, energy, bluster, goes down to a simmer. Her expression looks way too serious for a late afternoon game of Truth or Dare. “We’ve been together for millennia, Calli. For lifetimes. What’s really stopping you from making us official?”
The ringing silence in the room is deafening. Ame and Gura are awkwardly frozen halfway on top of one another. Ina is tempted to gather as many pillows as possible to hide in a pillow fort. Calli’s face is a stone wall, etched into a perfect poker face, but her eyes, her pupils darting about like an angry wasp, betrays what she really feels inside.
“Oh, look at that, a highway pileup just offed a family of five,” Calli blurts, and suddenly her form begins to blur and darken. “Gottagobyeeee.”
Kiara manages halfway through some kind of strangled noise before Calli blends seamless into the shadows, and dissipates from the room. She snatches a pillow from Ina’s pile and makes as if to toss it at where Calli was, but instead she slams it against her own face. And wails into it. Long, shrill, and hard.
Her face is red when she drops the pillow to her lap. “Goddamn stupid mortals dying all the fucking time,” she mumbles, glowering.
Ina decides to not remind Kiara that Calli’s on reaping hiatus, and she sends a subtle, pointed glare at Ame and Gura when she catches them shooting smirks at each other. Seems like that’s enough to make them back down. For now.
Ina turns to Kiara with a soft smile, and offers, “We can switch to Spin the Bottle now if you want.”
“Oh, now we can, huh?!” Kiara sighs, deflates like a balloon, then springs back up. “Alright, fine. Pucker up. Where’s a bottle?”
Kiara is halfway up when Hinotori starts playing from her back pocket. She clicks her tongue, slides her phone out, and unlocks it. Her expression instantly twists into something dark. “Shit, are you fucking kidding me.”
Worried glances are exchanged, but Gura is the first to ask, “Something wrong?”
“My employees are trying to unionize again,” Kiara growls. Puts her phone back in her pocket. Flicks a trinket on her belt, and a curtain of flame rises around her. When the curtain falls, she’s already clad in her uniform. “Sorry. Need to take care of this ASAP.”
Kiara crosses the room so fast she’s practically flying. Ina barely has time to call out, “Good luck!”
“Don’t sweat too much about it,” Ame adds. “You got that natural kind of charm going for ya. Negotiating with em’s gonna be a breeze.”
“Ha! Negotiate. That’s funny.” Kiara slams the balcony door open wide and steps out to the warm afternoon air. With one foot on the railing, she looks behind her. “Gotta go kidnap a few families. I’ll try to be back before dinner. Bye!”
Kiara leaps, and explodes into a blinding, blazing ball of red, soaring a million miles an hour over the horizon. The balcony turns black and the few decorative houseplants they had are vaporized, but that’s a problem for another day. For now, Ina shoots a tentacle out to close the balcony. Out of sight, out of mind.
Gura stretches, sinks back into the cushion, and gives the other two a non-committal glance. “You two still game?”
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“Me again!” Ame hops off her precarious tower of chairs and doesn’t bat an eye when it immediately crumbles behind her. She plops her tush down on the couch and smirks to her left. “Gura. Truth or dare.”
Gura purses her lips and hums - how silly she looks nearly sends Ina into a giggling fit - then says, “Truth.”
Ame’s smirk turns from catty to devilish. “What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done? No bullshit. I want the pure, uncut cringe.”
Gura breathes a short laugh. “Finally going for the jugular, huh?” Her eyes wander to the ceiling, her smile painful, yet fond. “Man, how to choose…”
Then she freezes, and lets loose a long sigh. Ame leans in close, no shame or care. Ina’s a bit more subdued, but she does the same, she’s honestly a little intrigued.
Gura blanches at all the attention, but starts. “So. This one time, I won, like, a truckload of really good beer, but I didn’t have anywhere to put it because my fridge was full of also beer. Sharkbrain decides the best thing to do is drink all the old beer to make room for new beer. Surprise surprise, got absolutely hammered. And hammered sharkbrain thought ‘You know what’s a great use of my time while I’m getting wasted?’” Gura stops and- it’s less of a cringe and more like a black hole has opened at the center of her face and everything’s started moving inward. “Write a rap song.”
It’s like time dies and space fails, as the gravity of Gura’s words set in.
“No,” Ame breathes, like she’s discovered the purpose of humanity’s existence. “For real?”
“For some goddamn reason! Wrote a rap!” Gura buries her face in her hands and there’s more to the story. “And… sang it. And recorded myself singing it. And uploaded it to Youtube.” When Gura looks up, she looks like she’s aged twenty years. “Really woulda loved to be passed out drunk at least before the uploading part but- Watson, the hell are you doing?”
In Ame’s hands is her phone, and on her face is a manic grin. “GAWR. GURA. RAP. SONG.”
“No!” Gura scrambles to her feet and leaps, but Ame’s hand shoots inside her coat, the world glitches, and suddenly she’s gone from the couch. Suddenly, she’s at the other side of the room. Gura crashlands against the empty couch. “That,” she goes with a face full of couch, “is not fair.”
“You’re a demi-god or some shit, shut up. This is the only thing I got going for me.”
Gura stands up, shakes off the dust and lint, the fear in her eyes uncomfortably close to being genuine. “Watson, swear to god, if Calli ever finds out about it, she’ll kill me! It’s an insult to rap as a music genre.”
Ina twists her lips, feeling like she should’ve nipped this in the bud earlier, so she tries with a soft voice, “Gura, if it’s yours, I’m sure Calli will find something to love about it.”
“Yeah, what Ina said. Keep talking with her, I’m getting close.”
Ina wants to slap Amelia, and maybe herself. “Ame.”
The stern voice usually would be enough to turn Ame into putty, but this one time, seems the promise of Gura rapping proves to be stronger. That gets Ina weirdly huffy, and Gura goes prone, ready to pounce again.
“I’ll bite off your left titty!”
“I can type just fine with one titty!”
Ina’s begun to wonder if their little Truth or Dare game has gone too far since five minutes ago, but when she suddenly smells the salt of seawater, hears a surge of ocean wind, and sees a trident materialize in Gura’s hand, she knew they’ve crossed the line.
A dip into the dark. A bow to the whispers. A flick of the wrist. That’s all it takes to make Ame drop her phone, make Gura let go of her trident. To completely immobilize them with tentacles emerging from beneath their feet. Ina stands up. Puts herself between Gura and Ame, and wears a look halfway between disappointed friend and caring kindergarten teacher.
“Ame,” she starts, “Gura did something she’d rather forget, and if she doesn’t want us prying into it, then we won’t. Because we respect her and we love her. Okay?”
Ame blinks, stares at the tentacles restraining her, blinks again, then nods stiffly. Her cheeks are getting red.
“And Gura.” Ina pivots, and commands a tentacle to ever so gently coax Gura to meet her eyes. “Ame absolutely was acting like an ass, but drawing your weapon against her? I thought you were past that.”
Gura pouts, but she does her best conceding shrug, bound as she is.
Ina smiles, but doesn’t let the tentacles fall away just yet. They both look thoroughly chided, but it’s better to make sure. “Now can we get back to Truth or Dare? It’s Gura’s turn.”
“Well,” Ame suddenly goes, licking her lips. Ina quirks an eyebrow.
Gura clears her throat. A case of the red cheeks has spread to her too. “Yeah, you got the tentacles out and everything. Be a waste if you just, um. Just unsummon it now.”
It takes a second, but when it hits, Ina keeps a giggle at bay. That’s really all it takes to get them in the mood, huh?
“Should we move to the bedroom, then?”
Two nods, embarrassed yet eager. Ina can’t keep herself from giggling that time.
This is Hololive Academy. Who needs Spin the Bottle to make it horny?
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to my waifus and my imoutos
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ESCCA continues to provide clothing to District 65 students
ESCCA continues to provide clothing to District 65 students
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Crates of donated clothing at the Evanston School Children’s Clothing Association’s headquarters at the Joseph E. Hill Early Childhood Center. ESCCA has seen an increase in families coming to the facility to pick out clothes after largely doing curbside orders throughout the pandemic.
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ESCCA continues to provide clothing to District 65 students
ESCCA continues to provide clothing to District 65 students
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Carlos’ Story
So I’m not doing the “FULL LIFE.” of Carlos but from when he was about 17-30ish. Carlos’ Childhood was pretty much normal. Loving parents, did well in school, had some bullies here and there but nothing awful. Anyways Enjoy
A young 17 year old Carlos sits with four of his friends, watching TV. It was the weekend for them and they were trying to find something fun to do.
One of the monsters sighs, he was a grey monster with a pair of horns on his head and was on a bit on the chubby side, turns to his friends and says “Alright fuck this I’m bored, TV sucks ass. You guys up for doing Truth or Dare?”
The others looked at Each other before shrugging “Couldn’t hurt.” was the general consensuses. It beat sitting around being bored all day.
So they all went upstairs to the grey monster’s bedroom, Carlos folds his arms a little “I think we should agree on one thing: Nothing extreme that could get us in hospital or in trouble, Sammy.”
The grey monster, Sammy, nodded in agreement “Sounds good to me. Last thing I need is my parents biting my head off.”
“Doesn’t that kinda defeat the purpose of Truth or Dare?” Another monster asked, this one was a monster that had tentacles for legs and spikes on his head.
“Dan, don’t you remember the fucking BITCH fit my mom had when she saw those broken boards when we broke them for fun? they weren’t even being used for anything, just sitting around.” Sammy said as he shook his head.
“Didn’t one of those boards also fly up and smack you in the junk?” Carlos asked as Sammy winced
“Yeah....Alright so her anger wasn’t unwarranted....” Sammy said before muttering under his breath “washopingyouguyswouldn’trememberthat.”
The others chuckled before they sat on the floor and began playing Truth or Dare. Some of the dares were dumb like letting the darer to send a nonsense text to a random contact in their phone or do laps around the house backwards which usually ended up with someone falling flat on their ass.
They knew if they do anything stupid they would end up in MASSIVE trouble so they had to keep it as tame as possible. They didn’t care though, they were joking around and having fun, laughing like idiots.
At one point on one of Carlos’ turn, Sammy asked him ‘Truth or Dare’ and up until now, he had been trying to avoid dares as much as possible so deciding to try something different Carlos answered “Alright...Dare me.”
Sammy folds his arms as he thought for a few moments before smirking “Alright....I dare you to...Kiss Mike.”
Mike, whom was drinking his soda, did a spit take hearing that and began coughing “Wh-What?!” they exclaimed in unison
“You heard me. I dare you and, Mike to kiss.” Sammy smirked as he leans backwards, Dan snickers a little at their reaction.
Mike looks at Carlos, both of them sighed heavily, they were reluctant to do it but decided “Fine, can’t ruin the fun.”
Mike moved closer to Carlos and they both took a moment before sharing a brief kiss on the lips before Mike quickly pulled away, wiping his mouth “Ugh why’d you dare that?”
Sammy chuckled “Cause it’s funny seeing you guys freak.”
Carlos was silent for a few moments before looking at the time “Alright, I gotta head off. Mom and, Dad’ll kill me if I’m out too late.”
“Aw you aren’t staying longer? Was Mike that bad of a kisser~?” Sammy snickered.
Carlos shook his head “Goodbye, you dorks.” he said before heading back to his house and greeted his mom and, dad. They told him they would order dinner tonight so Carlos smiled before heading upstairs.
He grabbed a quick shower before changing into his pyjamas then sat down on the bed. He sighs a little as he begins to think over that...kiss It felt...oddly nice...he lays down and begins thinking it over.
The last few weeks he’d found himself checking out his classmates or staring at an actor in a movie he was watching. He blushes lightly as he starts to realise he was interested in guys. This was the first time he had ever thought about it but....yeah he couldn’t deny it, he liked guys.
Over the next few days, Carlos had kept quiet to himself thinking if he should come out to anyone or not. When in class, he’d occasionally glance at another guy.
One evening, Carlos was browsing the web, looking at websites for advice about this kinda thing. He’d got his homework done for the night so he had time to kill.
There were some horror stories about someone being disowned for coming out to his family so that started to freak him out, what if his parents reacted the same way? What if they disowned him and kicked him out? No...they wouldn’t do that...would they? They loved him....right?
Soon his Mom came to the bottom of the stairs and called up to him that the dinner they had ordered had arrived.
He got out of his seat then headed downstairs and sat at the table then began to eat his dinner.
He was silent as he ate which his parents noticed, Carlos’ dad looked at his wife then to Carlos “Carlos? are you alright, son?” he asked, concerned that something happened to him.
Carlos paused for a few moments before putting his fork down “...I um...” he sighs heavily “I...I realised something about myself recently...”
HIs parents looked confused before Carlos continued “...Over the last few weeks....I started....checking out other guys....and I’ve realised I...I really like them...w-we were playing Truth or Dare the other day and I was dared to kiss Mike and we did and...it...the kiss felt nice...I’m not into him in that romantically but I honestly...I liked how it felt....”
Neither of them said anything until Carlos was finished speaking to which his mom said “Oh honey we love you no matter what.”
His dad nodded in agreement “Yeah, son. We’ve always told you that we’d love you no matter what. You’re still our son, you’re still Carlos.” they were both smiling, all that worrying....for nothing.
Carlos couldn’t help but begin to cry, feeling relieved that he’d came out to his parents, that he was able to talk to them. His parents got up and gave Carlos a long hug, this was more than enough to reassure his mind that it was real, he was accepted.
The following year after graduating from high school, Carlos came out to Sammy, Mike and, Dan. They said they were cool with him, he was still the same ‘dork’ they’d always known.
Carlos had decided to attend the local community college with Sammy whilst Mike and, Dan had gone to different ones. The first day at college was uneventful and rather boring.
Carlos and, Sammy got the full tour of their campus and had managed to get their ID’s sorted out and their dorm room keys. They weren’t in the same dorm but were neighbours which they were both happy about, long as they could still hang out.
Carlos checked his dorm key number then the door before he unlocked it then walked inside. On the bed, reading a book, was a dog-like monster had two small horns on his head, he had a pretty muscular body from what Carlos could see.
The dog-like monster looked up from his book, his eyes were a light blue colour, He smiled a little “oh hey, you my roomie?” he asked
Carlos nodded “Yep, I am.” he walks over with a smile as he put his bag down on the free bed “I’m Carlos Garcia.” he said as he held his hand out to shake the dog-like monster’s hand.
He smiles before shaking Carlos’ hand “I’m Oliver Sanders. You can call me Ollie. It’s nice to meet you, Carlos.”
“Likewise.” Carlos said with a smile as he sat down. The two began to chat, and get to know each other. They laughed about how long the tour took, bonded over video games they’d played or movies they’d seen.
Over the next few months Carlos and, Ollie had began hanging out a lot. Playing games in their down time when not studying, they'd watch movies together. Slowly but surely Carlos started to fall for Ollie, the two of them were enjoying each other’s company but, Carlos didn’t say anything at first.
One evening whilst the two were watching a movie, Ollie snuggled into Carlos which caused the lizard to blush heavily. He slowly wraps an arm around Ollie whom smiled a little before looking up “Finally making a move, huh?” he asked
Carlos looked down “Wh-What...?” he blushed deeper before Ollie snickered then sat up “Carlos....for the last month I’ve had feelings for you....”
"Y-You do...?” Carlos asked as Ollie nodded smiling “...I...I like you too...a lot....”
Ollie smiles before leaning in a little, Carlos did the same. And soon the two were kissing each other deeply and passionately, they moaned softly as they made out before eventually pulling away.
Ollie smirked a little “God you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”
Carlos panted a little as he pressed his forehead against Ollie’s “I’ve...never kissed anyone like that....”
“Yeah...? Well I’m so happy we got to do that, handsome.” Ollie said still smiling.
The two spent the remainder of the night, talking about when they realised they were into guys. Carlos told Ollie about the dare and how he was panicked. Ollie told Carlos about how he and his best friend made out when they were seventeen but nothing ever came from it, relationship wise. It was just two friends experimenting.
Ollie admitted that he had never came out to his family, he was too afraid to do so. Carlos understood and told him he’d support him no matter what.
Eventually summer came so Carlos and, Ollie decided to hangout together at Ollie’s home a lot. Luckily for them they were only half an hour away from each other so when they got home for the summer, things went well at first.
They met each others friends and everyone ended up getting along together rather well and hung out constantly. They’d chill out at the arcades or go see a movie. Things were going great.
That is until Ollie decided to come out to his family, he knew that he and Carlos’ relationship couldn’t remain hidden forever. Especially considering they could be seen by Ollie’s older brothers.
This...didn’t go well for poor Ollie, unfortunately. His family were instantly furious hearing their son was “a faggot.” called him all kinds of names not just faggot but all sorts of nasty things. He was ultimately kicked out of his house and ended up spending the night at Carlos’ place
Carlos spent the night holding Ollie, kissing him and telling him that they weren’t worthy of having him in their life.
A few days passed and, Carlos got some of his and, Ollie’s friends together and told them what happened. They decided they’d pull together what money they had to get Ollie an apartment for a while.
Ollie was absolutely touched by their gesture and so grateful for his friends and, boyfriend. They had got him some furniture and, Carlos’ parents chipped in a little so Ollie would have some groceries.
Ollie and, Carlos sat together on the couch that night, Ollie was laying with his head on Carlos’ lap, the lizard was stroking his boyfriend’s head gently.
“You....you’re an incredible boyfriend, Carlos..” Ollie said as he teared up again “S-Sorry I just can’t believe you’d do that for me.”
Carlos kisses Ollie’s forehead gently “Of course I would, Oll...you mean the world to me....”
"....I...I love you, Carlos...” Ollie said as he took Carlos’ hand “I mean that....”
Carlos smiled a little before kissing Ollie on the lips “I love you too, honey....”
That night, the two had sex together for the first time. Up until that point, they were both too nervous to do it but this time, it felt right. Showing how much they loved each other. It was gentle but passionate.
A couple days later, Ollie got himself a job at a retail place. He couldn’t rely on everyone else paying for his apartment for ever. The job wasn’t the best but to Ollie, it was better than nothing
A few weeks pass, Carlos had walked Oliver to work due to him having to do some errands for his mom and Dad. So when they got to the front door, Carlos gave Ollie a small kiss on the lips before Carlos walked off to do what he needed to do.
As soon as Ollie walked in, his boss began to yell at him for ‘indecent display’ with Carlos. Calling them vile, sinners and that they should be ashamed of themselves and soon the boss fired Ollie, despite Ollie trying to defend himself.
Things unfortunately spiralled out of control for Ollie rather quickly after that. Despite trying his hardest to get a job, he failed to find one that would either give him decent pay or one that was hiring.
Eventually, Ollie lost his apartment and ended up being homeless. Some nights he’d sleep at a homeless shelter. So when he hung out with his friends and, Carlos he would act as though everything was okay.
When he’d stay at Carlos’ home for the night, Ollie would use Carlos’ bathroom to shower and wash his fur. Carlos didn’t think anything was wrong cause Ollie kept acting like his usual, happy go lucky self.
That is until Carlos found out about Ollie being fired which lead to them having their first ever fight. Ollie still never admitted to his friends or Carlos that he was homeless, just that he lost his job because his boss was a douche.
They started fighting more often when their friends found out about Ollie losing his job due to his sexuality. Eventually they smoothed things out and apologised to each other.
One night, two months after losing his job and ending up homeless, Ollie was sat with Carlos eating dinner together in Carlos when Ollie looked at his partner “So um...I’ve been thinking......maybe we should...move in together?”
Carlos, whom was in the middle of drinking a soda, began coughing and sputtering “W-What??”
“I said, I think we should move in together.” Ollie repeated himself, a serious look on his face.
Carlos coughed a couple times “A...Are we ready for that??” he asked after he stopped coughing
“What? are you saying you don’t want to move in with me??” Ollie asked, feeling upset at the thought of not living with his boyfriend.
“H-Hon we’ve only been together a few months. W-We’re still in college. S-Shouldn’t we think about that after we graduate?”
Ollie didn’t say anything, he was hoping Carlos would jump at the chance to move in together...they loved each other so much, right? He sighed but nodded a little “Y-Yeah I’m sorry hon.” he got up and grabbed his coat “I’m gonna head home for the night.”
“You don’t wanna stay over?” Carlos asked to which Ollie shook his head
“Nah...I’m...I’m gonna try and get an early night then see if I can find a job. Gotta keep at it. I’m okay, hon.” he smiled before heading out the door. Carlos walked to the door “...I love you, Ollie....”
Ollie turned his head to Carlos and gave, what looked like, a genuine smile “I love you too, Carlos.”
After that night, no one saw Ollie for a few days. Carlos began to get more and, more worried. He tried Ollie’s apartment at first but quickly found out his boyfriend had been lying to him for a while about still living there when a new tenant opened the door.
Carlos called Sammy and their friends to help him find Ollie which everyone agreed to. They spent the next two days trying to hunt him down, checking all of Ollie’s favourite spots.
There was one last spot that Carlos hadn’t checked, it was a spot that Ollie had told him about that he used to hide out in when Ollie was a kid.
Carlos decided to check out that area, he looked around remembering the small details Ollie told him. Eventually Carlos gets to where Ollie told him about where he would hide.
Upon arriving there....Carlos saw Ollie hanging on a tree, a noose tied around his neck...lifeless. He dropped to his knees and begins sobbing uncontrollably, he had lost his partner in a matter of seconds.
He spots a note attached to Ollie’s body so Carlos shakily stands up and and takes the note off Ollie’s torso then begins to read the note
‘My dearest Carlos...I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner but I’ve been dealing with depression for quite some time now. I hadn’t told you this but I had lost not only my job, but I also lost my home. That’s why I asked you about moving in together. But please understand that this was NOT your fault, not at all. I just...I can’t handle this any more. So...I decided to end my life. I will never stop loving you, Carlos. I will always be watching over you. You were the greatest part of my life for the last few months or so. I’m so glad that I got to spend time with you. I love you always....Ollie.”
Carlos wailed and sobbed uncontrollably, he felt so guilty over losing his partner. He begins going over everything in his head, thinking had he just noticed sooner, maybe he could’ve helped Ollie.
Those next few weeks were the darkest of Carlos’ life, he found himself fighting depression, There was a small funeral for Oliver that Carlos’ family raised money for. They loved Ollie as if he were their own so this was the least they could do.
Carlos went there and was very...numb during the funeral....but eventually broke down watching Ollie’s coffin being lowered into the ground. His parents hugged Carlos tightly, this was something they never wanted their son to go through.
Many years later, Carlos had been in therapy for a year after Ollie’s death and it was still something that haunted him every now and then. Things had changed quite significantly since then.
During his time in college, Carlos decided to get a job to after everything that had happened, he wanted to be independent from his parents and not rely on them for money any more.
So he found himself working in a strip club as a waiter until three years later at 21, he was asked to cover a co-worker’s shift due to them being sick.. He was reluctant to do so due not feeling confident in his ability to dance but he agreed to do it, thinking it’d help him.
And so, Carlos found his passion for dancing after his performance was well received.
One night lead to Carlos’ life changing in the best way ever. Whilst heading home from work, a young lizard attempted to pick his pocket and Carlos caught him in the act and chased him to an alleyway.
When he caught the young lizard, he paused and took note of the lizard’s appearance....he was homeless....just like Ollie was. After introducing themselves to each other and hearing AJ’s story, Carlos decided to take him in.
He didn’t want someone living on the streets, not if he could do something about it...maybe this was his attempt at helping the guilt he still felt to this day over Ollie’s death.
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A Murderer in Banyan Bend
This is the Juan Pick ’n Pull junkyard that came with Twinbrook. Did you guys know that there is a grave there – located between the buildings? Well, I didn’t. Not until I watched a video over on Youtube by Sim Lore. The deceased’s name was Lacey Darer. And apparently she shares the same last name as the one on the gravestone by the town laundry. Plus, if you do that whole resurrection thing – which I never do – the 2 of them could be twins. Pretty nifty, yes?! And they both died in a fire!
Anyway, I liked the whole body hidden in plain sight in a junkyard thing, so I decided to use this junkyard for my town. Since it had – and still has – that whole “junkyard with no visitors” designation, I figured that the weeds have started taking over. Hence all of the vegetation.
Inside, I ditched the bathroom and placed an outhouse in the back of the lot. I then used the space for that inventor’s bench. I also changed all the wall, floor, and roof finishes - just to make it look more neglected.
And here it is, in its new spot in Banyan Bend!
Because Juan Darer lost his main house in a suspicious fire, and there are 2 graves with dead Sims who died in a fire – and they share his last name – I decided he needed to live in this town. EA made him insane, but I changed that. He’s now a bit of a neurotic eccentric. He is also no longer retired, but still works as an inventor. And he is still BFF with that weird artist – Haywood Clay – who EA said had things in his past that were best left unsaid. So, in my town history, Haywood is the killer of the twins. He is now, actually the half-brother of Juan, and has had a long history of having Sims die whenever he was around. And his family – which now consists solely of Juan – has always cleaned up after him. As families often do. Anyway, the 2 dead Sims are now Juan’s wife and her sister. They figured they could blackmail Haywood by spilling the beans about his past. So yes, he killed them, and convinced Juan that he would get the blame. Because Juan was known around town as “that crazy inventor who blew up things,” and he and his wife had been having marital problems. So the 2 of them hid the bodies around town, then set Juan’s house on fire. When the authorities showed up, they just figured the 2 girls died in the fire. (Banyan Bend is not known for its police force. Well, it is, but only because most of them are on the take).
So, this is Juan’s house. I kept the lot EA gave him, just tweaked it a bit. He may be a bit of a wackadoodle, but he’s not poor.
So he could afford better stuff than what EA gave him. It’s not that much better though, because he’s not really into taking care of stuff. And he really doesn’t care. He’s too busy planning his next invention. And in case you’re wondering, I left the upstairs as it was, because it was good enough. The only thing I added up there, was a telescope.
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Y’ALL.
I got a notification that Alivia got married-- this is her new, lawfully-wedded husband, Juan Darer. I--
You know what, love is blind. Congrats, Alivia! Welcome to the family, Juan!
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Fall 2020 Cover Reveals!
Happy 2020! The year might have only just started, but we’re already looking ahead to the fall - when some incredible new books are hitting shelves.
Poisoned by Jennifer Donnelly
New from the New York Times bestselling author of Stepsister! In this Snow White retelling, a huntsman cuts out Sophie's heart, but after she’s rescued by seven mysterious strangers, Sophie decides to find who stole her heart and take it back.
Deep Fake by Sarah Darer Littman
What happens when anyone can make a video of you saying anything? An anonymous gossip site posts a video of Dara accusing her boyfriend of paying someone to take the SAT, but Dara swears it’s not her . . .
The Surprising Power of a Good Dumpling by Wai Chim
In this heart-wrenching story about family, food, and love, Anna takes care of her mother, whose mental illness keeps her in bed. When things at home get worse, Anna will question everything she knows.
One Way or Another by Kara McDowell
In this holiday rom-com, anxiety-ridden Paige can’t decide between two last minute trips so she trusts an app to decide for her. But her life splits into two parallel fates. Will she have her happy ending in both fates, or in neither?
Here the Whole Time by Vitor Martins
In this YA love story, two boys must spend 15 days living with each other over school break. Two weeks of relaxation are instead a whirlwind of feelings as Felipe spends break with his life-long crush, Caio.
K-Pop Confidential by Stephan Lee
In this romantic story about chasing big dreams, a Korean-American girl travels to Seoul to become a K-Pop trainee at the same company behind the biggest boy band on the planet.
Bridge of Souls by Victoria Schwab
Cassidy Blake’s ghost-hunting adventures continue in New Orleans! Beneath the ghost tours, music, and colorful local legends is the most dangerous foe Cass has ever faced: a servant of death itself.
The Bridge by Bill Konigsberg
This honest and lifesaving book talks openly about the devastating effects of suicide when Tillie and Aaron, strangers to each other, both arrive at the George Washington Bridge intending to jump.
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Black Family In Need of Rent Help in Louisville
A Black family in Louisville, Kentucky, is in need of emergency housing for a month. Reparations Roundtable, a group affiliated with BLM Louisville, is covering this need, but we need community help to get it done. This is an opportunity for mutual aid and reparations!
We white people at Reparations Roundtable have had another emergency Airbnb need come to us, so we are now aiming to meet that goal of $2,000. A family of 3 in Louisville, KY needs our help, the head of the household is a Black woman who works in the school system. We can’t forget how we called those people heroes and then left them in the dust.
I get that this is not a low goal, but it’s also very doable when we all pitch in! Many hands make light work!!
Link: https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/8OFa1f8EGk
I can also take funds at:
Venmo: @amanda-darer
Cashapp: $teababe27
#mutual aid#signal boost#reparations#reparations now#housing#rent#important#black lives matter#PayPal#Venmo#fundraiser#fundraising#Cashapp#teachers#solidarity not charity#solidarity
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OC Info – Andy Shepard
Tagged By: @impossible-rat-babies
Tagging: @atomirotta @cherry-punk @crackinglamb @mimabeann @siren-boyfriend @curiousstrawberry and anyone else who’d like to! (no pressure if not)
For my Shepard
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GENERAL
name: Andrea Shepard
alias(es): Andy, though that’s more of a nickname
gender/pronouns: female, she/her
age: 28-32
place of birth: Los Angeles, California
spoken languages: English
sexual orientation: asexual/panromantic
occupation: alliance military commander/spectre
APPEARANCE
eye colour: Gray
hair colour: Dark Brown
height: 5′6
scars and burns: Yes, both.
overweight/underweight: Neither.
FAVOURITE
colors: dark shades and grayscale
music genre: 80s metal, no she does not take criticism
movie genre: psychological thrillers
tv show: nature documentary
drink: alcoholic: Black Russian. Nonalcoholic: anything with excessive caffeine
book: none specifically, but likes the horror genre
HAVE THEY
passed university: no, was straight to the alliance for her
had sex: yes
had sex in public: No.
gotten pregnant: Nope
kissed a boy: yes
kissed a girl: yes
gotten tattoos: yes
had a broken heart: yes?
been in love: yes
stayed up for longer than 24 hours: frequently
ARE THEY
scared easily: hell no
jealous easily: not really but she has her moments
trustworthy: Usually
dominant/submissive: No
a cuddler: rarely, only if she’s really comfortable.
a kisser: In private and in private only
in love: Yup
single:
RANDOM QUESTIONS
have they harmed themselves: sort of… more she puts herself into harms way and doesn’t really get out of the way.
thought of suicide: yup
attempted suicide: not exactly, but she’s more of a death-darer.
wanted to kill someone: Yuuup, and has done so.
have/had a job: Yes
have any fears: that she’ll admit to? Hell no. But failure is up there, loosing any more of her crew, subjecting herself to the terrifying ordeal of being known. Also, banshees, most fights don’t phase her, but seeing a banshee is a good reason to lose her shit, in her opinion
FAMILY
sibling(s): No/Unknown
parents: Abandoned/Unknown
children: None.
pets: Space Hamster is a priority, Andy named him Orion
#oc: andy#i do not talk about her nearly enough but i love her#i really also gotta replay mass effect#asjskdjalkfjd i forgot to add her height... edited that#hence the weird formatting there???
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[ diego tinoco, masc, he/him, 21 ] WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE by BRYCE VINE ? whenever i hear that song, it reminds me of TOMAS “BAZ” ABASCAL. maybe because they’re CONVIVIAL but also DUPLICITOUS. they’ve been living at mulberry apartments since FEBRUARY of 2018 in 402 and have 2 ROOMMATES. ( COMETHRU by JEREMY ZUCKER, BETTER OFF by ARIANA GRANDE ) [ noah, he/him, 21, est ]
so this is baz !!
he’ll only let you call him tomas if he’s in trouble or in love or both.
had a bit of a rocky start with things, though that’d suggest things aren’t still currently rocky. he’d lived with his aunt for as long as he could remember, who was always looked at strangely by the rest of the family, never married and living with her sole child, a cousin who baz grew incredibly close to ( a connection you should look out for in the future !! ).
his aunt, while as loving as she could manage to be, was constantly busy, so he was continuously starved when it came to attention as he got older.
this was pretty blatantly mirrored in how he started acting with others, getting louder and more demanding as he grew up, never driving to be the center of everything but always making sure he was around when something interesting was happening--- eventually making it so that he would be the cause of it, the starter of parties, the darer of dares, the inspiration for bad pranks.
he ended up moving out at seventeen and his aunt willingly let him go, no signing over of rights as neither of them felt it was necessary, but both quietly understanding that there wasn’t much they could do for each other anymore. she was getting too old to work as much as she needed to keep everyone afloat, and he was getting too out of control to be contained cleanly within their two-bedroom apartment.
he still talks with her, sometimes, or has a dinner at her place, though there doesn’t feel to be a great deal of love lost there. the more time he’s put between the two of them, the more it felt as though he was a sort of roommate, expected to pitch in as he could and getting a bed and a dinner in return.
one thing he did take with him when he left, however, was an affinity for poker. his aunt and her friends had taught him how to play over the years, a shoehorned-in addition to their saturday evenings when they’d all gather to get drunk and lose each other’s money in the crowded living room, and under their half-slurred teachings he got pretty good. they weren’t particularly skilled players, and being the only sober one at the table made him feel more perceptive than he was, even at seven or ten or thirteen.
he brought this habit with him to parties, a card deck always in his back pocket and brought out like he’d forgotten it was even there. among his peers he got better, learned how to bluff without so much as a flinch, how to read others and their smallest of reactions. with repetitive weekends of partying and playing, baz grew hard to beat.
now, any given night, it’s not uncommon to find baz at some table, running wallets from the older guys who underestimate him, smiling sweet and sly as if it’s a pleasant surprise every time he get their chips in his corner.
he cheats. if you asked him, he’d claim it’s not worth saying that he’s both a good card player and a good cheat, as they’re the same thing.
though his games, he’s also learned card tricks. he’s got clever hands, and he’s a bit of a showoff, so those things go together well. baz has found it’s a good conversation opener when he’s got nothing else to say.
i don’t have specific connection ideas for him just yet, and i’ll write those up as they come to me, but i feel like the basic ones are pretty easy to spot--- he loves parties, loves fun, loves winning, loves flirting, and loves not to settle down for even a minute. if you have any ideas as to where your character could fit into that, please hit me up !!
#soundintro#im sure im missing like 200 things but#here's the Basics i guess !!!!!!!!#pls plot w him hes a mess#⌜ ♡ ⋰ OOC.
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