#❛ christy // visage.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Behind a Cold Visage - A Multi Ship Fic

Iceman's jumper has a hole, he goes to Carole to fix it. She notices something else more than a hole.

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For a prompt list, this was "A fixing B's sweater/jacket"

Words: 1338

Texas winters, at least in Corpus Christi, were rather mild. She had the fashion sense of a pop art picture and a grandma is what her mother said, which meant a lot of cardigans, that were never appropriate for the weather. 

This fact had always annoyed Carole, she’d taken up knitting when she was fourteen to get her mind off the worst breakup of her life, at least as she’d thought then. Now, years after, she’d probably knitted an entire wardrobe of clothes if you included everything she’d made for Bradley, plus all the various jumpers, scarves, hats and mittens over the years for Goose, Mav, her family and herself. 

And this year the wardrobe would be added to. There were two more people in their weird, not allowed family. Slider and Iceman. 

Their home was their sanctuary, away from the pressures of the navy, some of which were more on some than others, and the prying eyes of the neighbours, they could be themselves. Safe to cuddle in their bed now too small for four people and creaking from the weight but homely enough that they didn’t care. 

Not that everyone stayed at the same time. Maverick had bought a bachelor pad nearer to Corpus Christi, they were in the suburbs of Portland, about a ten minute drive away on a good day. With the security of the emergency second bedroom, they were safe-ish from the harsh laws of the navy and Texas state.

Carole was half considering just moving to California. With sodomy laws repealed there, this would at least be allowed at home. It was closer to work for Tom and Ron, both still instructors at Top Gun while Maverick was flying with Merlin back out in the middle of the ocean and Goose was getting his teaching qualification to become a physics teacher. Every single naval aviator she’d ever met had tried to explain how the codes for their missions worked, but every time it just seemed too damn complicated. Well, she tried to explain all the ins and outs of running a library and they seemed similarly confused, maybe some things were meant to be unknown.

She broke through her thoughts with a sip of sweet tea. As went tradition, she’d left it to brew outside but it didn’t quite hit the same as it would in the summer. Not that she missed that, the heat had really gotten to her this year. 

Maverick threw the frisbee to Bradley. Slider lifted him up so he could catch it. Goose placed his hands on his hips as he shared a look with Mav. They feigned disgust but smiles were hard to hide.

“Hey, that's cheating!” Goose exclaimed.

“T’isn’t.” Bradley said, still being held securely in Ron’s hands.

“T’is.” Mav said. 

“T’isn’t.” Ron teased. “He’s short, I’m helping.”

“I’m short, and you don’t see Goose lifting me up to catch the frisbee.”

“I’m littler,” Bradley said.

Mav gave him his familiar cocky smirk.

“Oh yeah?” Goose said, his moustache twitching. “Well, it’s still cheating, how about you stop being so little and grow some more? Come on now Bradley, you’re almost five, you should be six feet tall by now!”

That broke everyone’s grumpy masks. Bradley giggled, which made Goose break into a grin and begin to trot over to him. Maverick joined as Ron lowered Bradley slightly. 

Maverick, always the fastest even though he had the shortest legs out of all of the guys, got there first and tickled Bradley’s feet. Goose joined him, making him giggle until he squirmed.

“Daddy, stop!” He yelled.

Goose took him from Slider and lay kisses into his chubby cheeks as he squished him into a hug.

“Sorry, it’s what cheaters get!”

“I didn’t cheat, Daddy-”

The scene carried on. Goose pampered his son in embarrassing amounts of kisses while Mav and Ron watched, hiding their hands gracing each others so the neighbours wouldn’t talk.

What broke her focus was the gentle sound of feet coming out of the kitchen. She knew those considerate steps anywhere. Wanting to command attention but not offend, wanting to please every crowd. Iceman.

As well as pleasing her by not stomping, she loved Ron but he wasn’t very light footed, he was very easy on the eye. She’d told him that she thought so but hadn’t made a move yet. He was newly in a relationship with three men while trying to keep it all a secret, the last thing he needed was a new woman to throw things into question.

“Hey, Tom,” she said, keeping her eyes on the frisbee game as it restarted. “Whatcha got there?”

He seemed surprised when she knew he was there without seeing him. What he didn’t know was that having a toddler had made her hyper aware about where people were at all times, whether she liked it or not. She had to pat the seat next to her to get him to sit down. It was unusual how such a cool and confident man could turn into this insecure when away from the pressures of the navy. 

“A sweater.”

“You’re not wearing it?” She said.

Feeling the breeze stroke her skin, she wrapped her blanket around her a little tighter. 

“There’s a hole in it.”

His words were so carefully chosen. She realised that if they weren’t on good terms, he could do some damage. Carole could also, if they weren’t on good terms, but for different reasons, she didn’t have much of a filter. Words just came out as she said them. Obviously, this meant that while she could make someone’s day with a blase compliment, she could also ruin it by saying something mean a little too loud than she should, because her volume was never appropriate whether she knew it or not.

He stretched out the sweater. It had golden dreidels knitted onto a blue background. Threads were coming loose all over it to give a vague blue halo in the afternoon sun. This was old and well worn, yet perhaps it was what she’d seen of Tom so far that made her feel like he wasn’t the type to wear corny novelty jumpers at all.

“Can I?” She reached for it. 

It was just as soft as it looked as he handed it over. There was a familiar smell. Looking at Tom, she could imagine him tugging at the collar for a photo at Hanukkah. That’s what the smell reminded her of, a childhood home that you could return to but one that would never be the same. 

“Want me to fix it?”

“Can you?”

She turned it over. There was a small but obvious hole in the arm. It wasn’t wear and tear, this was from worrying the same spot over and over again. She looked up at Tom and smiled, there was a storm behind those grey eyes.

“I think so, just got to match the colour so it doesn’t look weird,” she went to get up.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Might as well start now, I think I have this blue in my knitting basket,” she lent in a little closer. “It was meant to be a surprise but I was making you a scarf for Hanukkah.”

“Guess you don’t need to now.” He said, looking at his hands. 

“No, I will.”

“Why?”

His head darted up. The immovable Iceman was a deer in headlights. She liked her ability to do that because if there was one thing she'd learnt about loving Navy men was that no matter how much they talked the talk, if you got them on their knees and pulled their head back by their hair then they were putty in your hand. 

“You’re cute that’s why.”

She lent over and kissed his forehead, leaving his face bright red as she moved inside to fix the jumper. Behind her, Ron wolfwhistled. The usual snarky "shut it" that she'd expect from Tom didn't come. When she turned back, he was still beetroot red.

I'm a bit of a sucker for Carole/Iceman, not in a major way but in a small way like this. They all love each other. Also it was illegal to be gay in texas until 2003. Thanks for reading!

[panicinthestudio]

Buddha statue in schist, 3rd-4th century

Ancient Gandhara

Schist

147.5 cm (58 1/8 in.) high

Supporting numerous publications on the art of ancient Gandhara, Claude de Marteau was perhaps best known for his expertise in Gandharan sculpture. His connoisseurship is epitomized by this almost life-size statue of the Buddha, which excels for its naturalism, grace, and contemplative attitude.

The ancient region of Gandhara, which spanned modern-day northwest Pakistan and southern Afghanistan, was home to a vibrant, cosmopolitan civilization situated at the crossroads of international trade networks linking South Asia, Central Asia, China, and the Mediterranean. Because of its verdant terrain and lucrative trade position, the region fell repeatedly to foreign raids and invaders. The Kushans, originally from Central Asia and already having incorporated elements of Greek culture, established themselves in Gandhara in the early first century CE. Under the Kushan ruler Kanishka (127-151 CE), Gandharan Buddhist art and architecture flourished, resulting in the creation of some of the earliest iconic images of the historical Buddha, such as the present statue.

Indicative of Gandharan art's appealing multiculturalism, the stone carver who created the present image of the Buddha was clearly as well-versed in Buddhist iconography as he was in the Greco-Roman aesthetic tradition of naturalism. He succeeds in realistically modelling the figure's stance with a gentle, understated contrapposto, lightly bending the right knee and placing more weight on the left leg—imbuing movement within his creation. He effortlessly conveys the Buddha's supple physique, suggested under the sweeping pleats of his heavy monastic robe. To this, the sculptor has added certain physiological features, rooted in Indic religions, that distinguish an enlightened being (mahalakshana). A raised circular dot in the middle of his brow represents his urna, from which in many sutras, the Buddha emits a ray of light to illuminate distant worlds. Crisp, wavy locks are pulled over an ushnisha, a cranial protuberance endowed with a variety of magical powers. Another prominent symbol of his enlightened consciousness is the large halo backing his head and shoulders. But perhaps most profound is the arresting quietude evoked by his heart-shaped, mustachioed visage, whose heavy-lidded downward expression conveys a solemn detachment from the world.

The present sculpture's torso and stance are portrayed with a higher degree of naturalism than a representative example in the British Museum (1947,0511.1). The soft treatment of the robes compares well with Gandharan sculptures of the Buddha held in the Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena (F.1975.04.2.S), and sold at Christie's, New York, 21 March 2008, lot 527. A Gandharan Buddha with a similar cordate facial type is in the Tokyo National Museum (C0097675). Depicting Maitreya, the Future Buddha, venerated in the pedestal below Shakyamuni's feet, the present sculpture belongs to an iconic trope in Gandharan art also represented by a Buddha in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York (2014.188), and reflected in examples sold at Christie's, New York, 25 March 2004, lot 18, and Bonhams, Hong Kong, 2 December 2021, lot 1036.

Bonhams

[art-et-miss-gallery]

Geisha

Le terme « geisha » signifie en japonais : « qui pratique les arts ». Les premières femmes artistes ayant pour fonction que de divertir et d'accompagner les élites sont apparues au 7ème siècle au Japon.

L'apparence physique d'une geisha est caractéristique et très rigoureusement codifiée. Ainsi, chaque détail de sa coiffure, de son maquillage, de son kimono et même de ses chaussures indiquent l'âge, le rang et le niveau d'expérience de la geisha. Très reconnaissables par leur visage fardé de blanc, leur chignon élaboré et leur kimono de soie coloré, les geisha ne passent pas inaperçues dans la rue.

Véritable gardienne du savoir-faire et du savoir-vivre à la japonaise, la geisha incarne la rigueur et le prestige tout en maîtrisant à la perfection les arts ancestraux du Japon grâce auquel elle anime les soirées, les dîners et les réceptions organisées par ses clients. Bien plus qu'une simple artiste ou animatrice, la geisha se doit également d'arborer une apparence parfaite,

Le métier de geisha est souvent assimilé à tort à la prostitution, en particulier dans notre vision occidentale. Dames de compagnie pour clients fortunés, les geisha ne vendent pas pour autant de faveurs sexuelles. Ambassadrices de l'art japonais et garantes de la réputation de leur okiya (maison des geisha), ces artistes doivent uniquement se distinguer par leurs talents et leur excellence dans la maîtrise des arts ancestraux.

Symboles du raffinement et du savoir-vivre à la japonaise, les geisha sont des artistes complètes, les gardiennes des arts et des traditions nippones. Malheureusement, ce métier se fait de plus en plus et il n'y a aujourd'hui au Japon plus que quelques centaines de geisha en formation ou en exercice.

( Source : https://japon-fr.com/geisha.htm)

Pour Christy dessiner une expression, un regard, un mouvement sans oublier d'aller à l'essentiel, afin que ce visage reflète vraiment l'effet souhaité tout en respectant son identité est capital. Les qualités des Geisha sont particulièrement bien représentées dans ses oeuvres, la douceur, le raffinement émanent de ces tableaux et renvoient une image apaisante.

Voir l'ensemble de ses oeuvres : https://art-top.eu/collections/christy

[patriciacointelaurent]

Les romans d’Agatha Christie étaient bien doux au regard de mon prochain roman LA PITIÉ !

Un extrait ? Un petit extrait .

Je n’ arrivais pas à voir vraiment si ses yeux noirs étaient de glace ou de chagrins mouillés qui ravalaient ses effluves de larmes ! . Elle était là les bras ballants qui l’ écoutais dire … On aura toujours raison ! Puis la menace suivait cruelle , implacable ! . Tu vas plier parce que tu est seule désormais ! Parce que les seuls qui

t’ entourent ne te respecte pas ! Regarde toi ! T’es vieille , tu as déjà un pied dans la tombe ! Elle était là les bras ballants le regard noir qui semblait s’ accrocher quelque part dans la pièce , chercher du secours dans un cadre où reflétait un visage de jadis . La violence était venue un peu plus tard , une violence qui

l’ avait sidérée .

Extrait LA PITIÉ

PATRICIA COINTE LAURENT

[vimogra-art]

La moma FESTIVITAT DEL CORPUS CHRISTI Cavalcada del Convit "Cabalgata de...

La Moma Dansa moralitzant que simula la lluita entre la virtut i els set pecats capitals. La virtut (la Moma), personatge central, està vestida de blanc, coberta la cara, amb una corona daurada amb flors al cap. Els momos porten un vestit de color roig, groc i negre, coberts la cara amb antifaç i el cap amb un capell que representa un drac. CASTELLANO La Moma Danza moralizando que simula la lucha entre la virtud y los siete pecados capitales. La virtud (la  Moma), personaje central, está vestida de blanco, cubierta la cara, con una corona dorada con flores en el jefe. Los  momos llevan un traje de color rojo, amarillo y negro, cubiertos la cara con antifaz y el jefe con un gorro que representa un dragón. FRANCES La Moma est une danse moralisatrice qui simule le combat entre la vertu et les sept péchés capitaux. La vertu (la Moma), le personnage central, est vêtue de blanc, le visage couvert, avec une couronne d'or avec des fleurs sur la tête. Les momos portent un costume rouge, jaune et noir, le visage couvert d'un masque et le chef d'un chapeau qui représente un dragon. INGLES La Moma is a moralizing dance that simulates the fight between virtue and the seven deadly sins. Virtue (la Moma), the central character, is dressed in white, her face covered, with a golden crown with flowers on her head. The momos wear a red, yellow and black suit, their faces covered with a mask and the chief with a hat that represents a dragon.

[mademoeiselle]

Her name Aluna Ruela Ferreira Elefante. You can call her Una, Luna, Unay, Nana, Ay, Al, Rei, Frey, or whatever you feel comfortable with. She cherishes pet names and will graciously take one from you. She is a cat person and owns 10 of them. Taurus Sign, Scorpio Rising, Sagittarius Moon. She is of legal age and has the MBTI XNFJ personality type. Depending on how the other person reacts, she may be both shy and loud person. She enjoys interacting with all of her mutuals, regardless of whether or not they are close to her. Feel free to interact with her and tap on her DMs if you want, she'll gladly respond.

For the note, she occasionally sksd with new people she meets (ensure you're okay with that). She collects memes, whether they are meme jelek or cat memes. Don't worry, you can engage her in a meme war!

Her account is unlabeled. She tweets about her interests, daily life, books, spotify links, rl thingy, and so on!

One of his worlds has to do with books. She loves to read books (particularly self-help, detective/mystery (she genuinely loves Agatha Christie), and classics books). She also enjoys listening to a range of music, such as Indonesian, Western, K-Pop, and Bollywood. She is also a fan of horror and thriller series/films.

Music : Taylor Swift, Westlife, Backstreet Boys, The Beatles, CAS, Keshi, The 1975, Novo Amor, Avenged Sevenfold, Linkin Park, Coldplay, Nirvana, Bon Jovi, Dept, slchld, Arctic Monkeys, Lauv, Sasha Sloan, Hayd, Indonesian 2000s song, Boy Pablo, Benjamin Kheng, Alec Benjamin, Britney Spears, ROSIE, 5SOS, WDW.

K-pop : Girls Generation, New Jeans, ENHYPEN, Red Velvet, The Boyz, BTS, Super Junior, ITZY, Aespa.

Books :

Non-fiction (esp. Self-Improvement) ; Sirah Nabawiyah, Atomic Habits, The Book You Wish that Your Parents Had Read, Encourage to be Disliked, Mind Power Skill, The Things You Can See Only When You Slow Down, The Midnight Library, Tuesday With Morrie, A Gentle Reminder, Good Vibes Good Life, Tentang Semua yang Ada di Bumi, Self Healing ㅡ What's Wrong About Your Life, Maaf Tuhan, Aku Hampir Menyerah, Young on Top, Menanti Kepergian mu, Setelah ini Kita Berjuang Lagi Ya, Catatan Untuk Diriku.

Fiction (Detective, Mystery) ; I adore Agatha Christie so much especially Hercule Poirot series ( I CAN'T CHOOSE MY FAV, I LOVE THEM ALL).

Classic Books ; The Little Prince, To Kill a Mockingbird, A Tale Of Two Cities, 1984, Animal Farm, The Great Gatsby, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Catch-22, War and Peace, Crime & Punishment, The Old Man and The Sea.

Drama/Film/Movies/Series : MCU, Maze Runner, Sherlock Holmes, Money Heist, The Walking Dead, Sinister, Insidious, The Conjuring, Top Gun, The Matrix, Mission Impossible, The Queens Gambit, Peaky Blinders, Split, Gone Girl, Korean Drama, etc.

Anime/Manga : Naruto, Attack on Titan, Blue Lock, Chainsaw Man, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, Sword Art Online, Cells At Work, Tokyo Ghoul, Kuroshitsuji.

Game Story : Resident Evil, A Plague Tale, The Last Of Us, Visage, DLC Shadow Of Rose, The Quarry, Little Hope, Outlast, Madison.

YouTube : MiawAug, Markiplier, Windah Basudara, Nessie Judge, Kisah Tanah Jawa, Isagastari.

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"FAITS DIVERS: Vol de coupons," Le Devoir. April 14, 1943. Page 10. --- Un quatrième inculpé s'avoue coupable - Un autre détenu comme témoin - 7 ans de pénitencier - Inondations --- La Gendarmerie royale du Canada a arrêté hier Harry Dubuc, 6085, des Erables, en rapport avec l'affaire des vols de coupons de rationnement de gazoline. Dubue recevra sa sentence le 16 avril prochain. Il s'est reconnu coupable, lors de sa comparution en correctionnelle. Un autre individu non encore identifié est détenu pour fins d'interrogatoire, d'ici la fin de l'enquête dans cette affaire. Mort tragique Jack Ballon, 62 ans, sans domicile connu, est mort hier au Jewish Hospital of Hope, à Tétreaultville. On l'a trouvé dans sa chambre portant des entailles à la gorge et aux poignets. On croit qu'il s'est servi d'une lame de razoir. Le cadavre est à la morgue.

Au pénitencier Roland Lemire, 25 ans, coupable de 7 vols à main armée commís entre novembre et mars sur des camionneurs devra passer 7 ans au pénitencier dans chaque cas. Le juge Omer Legrand a aussi condamné Jean Dubois, 22 ans, et Lucien Duval, 26 ans, tous deux complices de Lemire, à 3 ans de pé- nitencier dans le premier cas et 2 ans dans l'autre. Le juge Amédée Monet a condamné Ovila Riendeau, 19 ans, et son frère Jean-Paul Riendeau, 22 ans, à 2 ans de pénitencier pour avoir reçu des marchandises volées. Illégalités Le juge J.-C. Langlois a condamné hier V. Lefebvre, épicier, 6500 blvd Monk, à une amende de $50 pour avoir vendu des oeufs à un prix prohibitif et Albert Sauvé, directeur de Miller Awning, 911 Notre-Dame ouest, à une amende de $25 pour avoir haussé le taux de son stock d'entreposage.

Le juge E. Guérin a condamné Joseph Charlebois, de chez Wilson Frères, 2537 Notre-Dame est, à une amende de $50 pour avoir défoncé le maximum sur la vente du coke.

La plus forte amende de la journée a été imposée par le juge J.-C. Langlois à la firme T. Beauregard et Cie, 7905 Saint-Denis. Cette maison paiera $75 pour avoir accorde un crédit illégal sur des marchandises vendues.

Morts subites J. Janofsky, 80 ans, 5479, Hutchison, est mort subitement hier à la gare Windsor où il attendait son train.

Jean Gagnon, 68 ans, 5312, chemin de la Côte-St-Paul, est mort subitement hier, à son domicile.

Georges Mandeville, 3 mois, 1210, Delcourt, est mort subitement, hier, chez ses parents.

Le coroner du district, Me Richard-L. Duckett, a rendu un verdict de mort naturelle dans le cas d'Arthur Houle, 65 ans, 349, boulevard des Prairies, et de Mme Rachel Charat, 62 ans, de Huntindgdon, décédés subitement.

Mort accidentelle Le coroner a également rendu un verdiet de mort accidentelle dans le cas de Mme Célina Brosseau, 66 ans, 5530, 11ème avenue, Rosemont, morte à l'Hôtel-Dieu des suites de blessures qu'elle s'était infligées le 20 mars, en tombant sur le trottoir.

Grièvement blessé Jean-Yves Bacon, 3 ans, rue des Voltigeurs, est hospitalisé à Ste-Justine, à la suite des blessures que lui infligeait hier un camion conduit par M. Alfred Pinelle, 3340, boul. La Salle, Verdun. L'accident s'est produit rue Notre-Dame, près Maisonneuve. L'enfant souffre probablement d'une fracture du crâne et de multiples érosions au visage.

Tombé du toit Wilfrid Larose, 9 ans, 1705, Panet, s'est infligé un traumatisme du cou. hier, en tombant du toit d'un entrepôt de bois et de charbon. Affaire d'alambic Le procès des frères Charles et Camille Deur, Léon et Sylvain Fournerie et Amédée Roby, accusés de conspiration pour frauder, le fise fédéral de $100,000, en exploitant un alambic à Lacoste, dans la région du Nominingue, en 1942, se continue, devant le juge en chef Perrault, des Sessions de la Paix, après un ajournement de deux semaines. La défense produit ses té moins aujourdhui

Acquitté Les Trois-Rivières, 14 - Le juge F.-X. Lacoursière a acquitté Jean Cyr, accusé d'avoir causé des lésions corporelles, entrainant la mort de Mme Edmond Pothier, le 29 juillet 1942.

Voies de fait Christie Angelis, restaurateur, rue Windsor, a été trouvé coupable hier de voies de fait sur la personne de P. Rath, photographe ambulant, par le juge C.-E. Guérin, en Cour des sessions de la paix.

Pelle et cheval Le juge René Théberge entendra le 30 avril la cause de Noël Janvier, fils, de la Côte de Liesse, à Dorval, accusé par la Société protectrice des animaux d'avoir frappé son cheval avec une pelle, le 6 mars.

[ashleylikeshorror]

I made more horror DYKs if anyone’s interested

👉 👈 🥺

[ahsterism-aa]

so i forgot i literally just had this shit SITTING HERE uh.. blame mak initially and then ben for reminding me to do it-

[jessicathebeheader]

Twitter: shows me pictures of Gwendoline Christie

Me: God I am so gay she is so BIG and I am SO GAY

[heartsunholy]

me: mush is jack’s muscle

mush: looks like a golden retriever puppy

[primetimebtch]

@lambbled

Oh to have a friendship like theirs 🥺

[dreamtillmorning]

Preliminary Trouble

Lucifer x Endless!reader

Gender neutral reader, they/them

Warnings: I cannot find much and would love to be informed, but the following I reckon: At the end, the script has about 2 suggestive comments, and possible dubcon. The passages leading to it are physically intimate.

A/N: Just wrote my first x reader piece, starting short and concise! This is a little inconventional in that below you’ll find a something close to an ASMR script, which is the medium this is based on. I started it that way, didn’t anticipate to publish it until now. Recommended to read in Lucifer’s voice as played by Gwendoline Christie; best reference at the time of writing is the short Sandman clip of A Hope in Hell.

Paragraphs = pauses, likely when reader interjects until toward the end

Background: Canon divergent. Reader is an eighth sibling of the Endless (not canon). They arrive to Hell before Dream did to claim the helm in advance. That being said, plot is not largely taken in consideration.

🔈Hello again. It has been a while since we have last seen each other … or your other siblings, for that matter. How have you been?

That’s great. we cannot bear to fall behind on updates of your and their wellbeings, and yes, Dream is not well … as we’ve reckoned. Word has it a helm of his has landed in our realm, one that is essential for his livelihood obviously … one which you are looking for, of course, for your brother’s sake, how lovely. [Sigh], if only we know which of our subjects have it in their possessions. If only it were that easy. Our sights can reach so far, you see, but if you know any names, any demons, you can say it right here, and then they can be right in front of us.

You don’t? How unfortunate.

Goodbye already? What a shame. It won’t change your fruitless effort here. How unfortunate it shall come to a waste then, doesn’t it? Is this where you are going to stop and call it an end?

We’re not desperate, but we’re afraid such isn’t the case for you. We’re not worried, but you should be yourself. After all, you don’t even know where the helmet is, or the name of anyone who has it. You can’t even hunt them down. How are you going to help your brother like this? How are you going to implore for our help? No tools, no leads, all powerless and hopeless. A poor little bird who lost their way in hell.

You like that, don’t you?

Of course you do, little bird … It’s clear as day to see. Your cheeks are pinker than when you first came here, your heartbeat a little faster … There’s no need to fear, really. You think your own words and your body betrays you, but if anything they bring out none closer to who you really are.

Yes, it’s not what you embody. But is it not how you feel? Heat rising to your cheeks and coiling its way around your heart as you lose your way around words, blabbering and quivering like a little mouse. You can deny it all you want; it was what they all do anyway till the last possible moment, regardless if they know it was all in vain.

Of course you don’t have to suffer as they did. You’re not damned as those souls are. You’re Dream’s little sibling, are you not? Also you have not done anything here yet, have you? No accomplishments, no nothing. Don’t worry little one, let us take care of you. We wouldn’t dare to harm such a lovely soul. Shh… Don’t be shy; let us have a good look at your face. What soft skin you have. What pretty visage you have, especially those eyes you have … How they shine so brightly and our subjects much love to eat them up! We can think of various other things to do with them… no, not physically, not punishments, but other, different, ways.

What do we mean by that? The ways to contort your expressions in ectasy, to let those eyes of yours gloss over in pleasure, to open your little lips and - just like that - taste the finger which feeds them. It’s not much right now, unless you come for more. Ask for more. I can see you want more, but that is not enough:

You need to say it.

You fret so much, little bird. Why dare we maim a sibling of Dream’s?

If you’re so concerned, you are free to come and find out. Or go back to the wild lands; there are demons who hunger for your flesh, let alone any chance of getting back your dear brother’s helmet. The choice is yours.

Wise choice. Good bird.

You may stay, but did we say you can stand here? Remember who is the guest here. Come.

Good bird.

You like it, don’t you?

Don’t you want to be told you’re so good? Don’t you want to prove it, lovely one? Don’t you want to do more … to earn it?

Let us teach you more then. Come with us, come to bed, where there is much more to offer — and you can taste more than a finger in your mouth.

[yakumtsaki]

It’s another beautiful night at Union Manor and Maxx beats up Abbey while D’vorah watches TV in front of the couch she destroyed, man, pets are the best.

Shajar is skilling like crazy and banned from doing anything else, because a) I can just see Wyatt’s pathetic career trajectory repeating itself b) if he and Jojo die before Shaj and Don top their careers we’re once again gonna have to go out and make friends for their promotions, like when goddamn Komei died the day Wyatt was gonna get promoted and took all his friends with him. 

I had a hard enough time with the friend-making last gen and Wyatt and Jojo were a lot more socially competent than this group of assholes. 

Case in point, this is what Shajar does when practicing ‘charisma’ in the mirror. Are you charmed yet??

Meanwhile, no longer content to just set men’s hearts alight, Cyneswith has taken to starting fires in the kitchen. I’m still mad at Sophie for getting knocked up ahead of schedule but good Lord, when you look at everyone else in this house it’s like who even cares.

-I don’t like following recipes, I wanna follow my culinary instincts instead!!🌸 

Ya I’m literally not even letting you in the general kitchen area until you have 5 cooking points so get cracking.

-This is boring!!!💗

Can I maybe interest you in cheating on Don? 

-Always, huhu!🌸

We go to our beloved karaoke place and meet this iconically dressed downtownie, whose name I do remember for once, it’s Wren! Just look at his style, FINALLY a proper lover for Cyn.

-So strangers are always coming up to me on the street, asking, ‘Wren, how can I become as cool and stylish as you?’ -Strangers come up to you on the street but they already know your name?💗 -Baby, everyone on the street knows my name.. ;) -Wow, huhu!🌸 -Just one of the many advantages of having as many DUIs as I do, word gets around to keep the streets clear when I’m driving!

-I love him!!!💗💗💗

Ya he’s a dreambot..

..he’s also dumped us to go hit on this chick, is this goddamn Christy from the pet asylum?? Ugh.

-I’ll just make him jealous by chatting up Amin!🌸 Wren: Man, that’s the stuff, if I’m not eating cereal in a club I’m just not living.

Ok Wren I’ve had enough of your shit, time to win your love with the most powerful aphrodisiac known to man: a drunken karaoke duet. Frances will you gtfo pls? Why must you be on every lot we’re at.

Somehow inviting Wren to karaoke was all it took for him to get a crush on Cyn, damn girl! Amanda is HORRIFIED by this visage. 

-FOR GOD’S SAKE, SHE IS A MARRIED WOMAN

Didn’t you hook up with Victoria??

-That was different, she was married to *Komei*!

Well Cyn is married to *Don* who is about 100 times worse. But ya I guess unlike Komei he’s been fAiThFuL, ugh. Whatever!!

Honestly these two look unironically great together, their lewks really complement each other. I love Wren’s pink scarf!

FINALLY. Mary Gavigan is INTO it-

-but Cyn is not. Why are you rolling wants for stupid Malcolm who’s not even here, we got his love, we’re done with him!

-Malcolm is special! He’s been with my grandma, it makes me feel in touch with my ancestors!💗

Kill me.

Well Wren is stinking so it’s time to call this a night-

-especially because of all the karaoke joints in all the towns in all the world, the slob walks into this one. After the Jake Do debacle I legit live in perma fear of Cyn getting caught on a date by a different lover. Time to return to the safety of our home..

..and find Jake Do there. WTF. WHY ARE YOU HERE, FREAK

-DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!! 

YA IT’S KINDA HARD NOT TO. Aren’t you still furious with Cyn for ‘cheating’ on you???

-STOP IT. DON’T ACKNOWLEDGE ME. I’M NOT HERE.

-I’M NOT HERE I’M NOT HERE I’M NOT HERE!!!!!!!

BRO. It’s a shame Jake is a face 1 and thus not marriage-able because he’s truly the most criminally insane townie I’ve ever encountered (if you don’t remember the deal with him we met him in this update)

Like legit, he ran into the house, stood there creepily doing nothing, and then ran out. I’d also like to point out that he was never in actual love with Cyn, all he had on her was a CRUSH since their hot tub adventures were interrupted by his oppressive maitre d’ mother.

After spending an eon in the attic lab, Jojo finally got the golden robo badge, it’s servo time!

-Jòjò, hâve toi bèèn méssing avec mon tràin modèle?? -Yes Wyatt, absolutely, during my lifelong quest to create conscious life out of matter, I took a break to mess with your model train. -Je knèw it!!!

It’s an amazing day, Shajar maxes the two remaining skills she needs to top the politics career thanks to this chance card..

..the kits grow up and they’re ADORB, black eyes is Ferra and yellow eyes is Torr..

..AND WE HAVE DOUBLE PROMOTIONS. HELL YA. Maybe you two aren’t such hopeless losers after all. Also Shajar as a judge, LMAO

I can’t stress enough to you guys the degree to which Wyatt does fuck all around here, so now that Sophie is prego I’ve delegated the dog bathing to him to take some of the pet burden off her-

-especially since her pregnancy bump was so intense it momentarily turned her into a brachiosaurus. Ok Soph, the pet careers can wait, just take it easy these days, alright??

-Like hell I will! And this kid is gonna be named Sophie Junior, regardless the gender! And if we have more, they’ll also be named Sophie Junior! 

So many cool Spanish names and you want to name the poor kid SOPHIE JUNIOR.

-YES.

Not happening!

-Then I’m not giving birth!! Do you have any idea how much control I have over my muscles??? I’ll keep that thing in there till it’s 30!!!

Just go relax and we’ll talk about it later!!!

-HA, KNOCKED UP LOSER! Couldn’t win the conception game, can’t win this one either!!

SHAJAR!!!! WILL YOU JUST. GOD. You get one promotion and you think you’re hot shit.

-She’s right, I am a knocked up loser :(

You’re not a loser!!!! Everyone else in this family is a loser!!!!! Shajar literally, I will fucking murder you, stop upsetting your hormonal wife. MORON

Cyn also pops and she is SHOCKED. Probably shocked that the kid is Don’s, I am too, Cyn!

Donaldo is at work so we invite Wren over to make him fall in love with us and never see him again, huhu!

Cyn finally busts out the voodoo doll Jojo got on vacation, I’ve never tried this thing before and man, it. is. AWESOME. Both Cyn and I are so excited that our our way to 20 lovers became easier, I’m like ah what a great day~ but unbeknownst to us, we are about to experience the Mary Sue/Daniel scripted event all on our own:  

So fucking Don gets demoted the exact second Cyn and Wren fall in love and the GODDAMN VOODOO DOLL has an instant make out interaction-

-AKA DON LITERALLY SEES THEM AS HE’S DRIVING BY. I CAN’T

FUUUUUUUUCK

FUCK.

Wren: Oh hi, Don!

FEEL THE FUCKING ROOM PAVEMENT, WREN

We send Wren home pronto, and at this point I remember that Cyn has unlocked the ‘smooth talk’ aspiration benefit, which like the voodoo doll, I have never used before. And much like the voodoo doll, it turns out it’s OP AF:

My expectations of this thing were non-existent, so basically she just gave him a rose, he accepted it-

-he got this red glow with little hearts, I’m like ok so that means per the description that he’s not furious anymore, at least that’s something-

-but no, this shit full on restores the relationship to pre-cheating levels!!!! I’m sure everyone else knows about it but I was SHOOK. That’s it Cyn, between this and the voodoo doll there’s no stopping us!!!

-Huhu!!!🌸

ICONIC. It’s literally like it never happened, best reward ever!!!

Both Wyatt and Jojo dislike Don immensely and never interact with him, so I thought it was so cute when Wyatt autonomously did their school cheer with him..

..but it turned out he just wanted to shittalk him to Sophie! Poor cucked Don :(  I don’t know how I’m STILL constantly surprised by what a bunch of bitches this family is.

-You have trod the arduous paths of excellence~

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