#1500 follower special

[shadowsnlace]

Rose (Rojuro Otoribashi) for your 1500 followers' dirty talk drabble please. You have free rein. Looking forward to it. Thanks.

So sorry! I found this in my drafts and thought I posted it but I didn’t! Here it is, rather late… 😫

Rose hovers between your legs, his breath warm against your sensitive skin, “Hmmm, I wonder how many songs I can hum on your clit before you cum.”

[emptea-headed]

Hello everyone! I’ve made it to over 1000 followers recently, and my dom and I agreed to make one of these posts to celebrate!

This post will run until October 16th Noon EST

*Edges and/or ruins controlled by my dom will not count towards this post, and if he makes me cum I must start all over again.

Edit: Spamming is encouraged by the way ☺️ I love the idea of an unobtainable goal

Edit 2: Edges from this post will be completed in the shortest amount of time as possible, which will obviously fry my brain as much as possible because that’s the whole point ☺️

Every one note is an edge I have to do, but special goals include:

Every 5 likes is an edge with mint chapstick on my clit and/or nipples

Every 5 reblogs is an edge I have to do with a dildo in, but no touching my clit

Every 5 comments is an edge I have to do with sensory deprivation

Every 20 likes is a minute I have to wear nipple and/or clit clamps while edging

Every 40 likes is an edge I have to do without a sex toy or my hands, anything else is fair game

Every 50 comments is a ruin followed immediately by smacking my cunt until its tingly

Every 100 of all is an edge I can have only by smacking my cunt and clit

Every 500 of all is an edge with the tens unit

Edit: If this post can get to 1000 notes, I will hard edge as many times in a row as I can handle (whatever the end result may be) with my legs tied open so I have no choice but to feel it and submit to it more and more

Edit: if this can get to 1500 then I’ll do nothing but ruins for a whole week, minimum 5 a day

[the-internets-girlfriend]

Six Matches, One Love - Harry Lewis

Harry Lewis x Reader (1500+ words)

From sideline banter to stadium-wide declarations of love, follow Harry Lewis and Y/N through every iconic Sidemen Charity Match as their friendship slowly evolves into something unforgettable.

warnings: alcohol consumption,

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masterlist x

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1.Charity Match 2016 - The Beginning

St. Mary's Stadium was buzzing life. People are shouting, vlogging, chanting. You're sat first row away from the field. Clutched in your hand is a handmade sign that reads, "GO HARRY GO," written in obnoxiously large glitter letters. You made it to mess with him more than anything else. Just friends, after all. Best mates since school... and nothing more.

Harry spots the sign during his warm-up on the field. Doing a double take of which dissolves in laughter. He jogs to the sidelined.

"You're actually insane," he calls out as he jogs.

You grin as he comes closer to stand on the sideline. "Only for you, Harold."

He catches your over-exaggerated blown kiss and dramatically throws it to the ground like he thought it be the worse thing in the world. The banter's easy with him, drawing a fine line between joking around together and flirting.

You watch the match, yelling out his name every time he gets near the ball. He doesn't score, but he gives it everything. When the final whistle blows, you make your way over with the crowd of fans and friends.

"You were class," you say as he wipes a towel across his forehead.

He shrugs, smiling and resting the towel across his shoulders. "You screaming my name name helped, obviously."

You laugh, in hopes of hiding your blush. That's all it is. Laughter, friendship, teasing.

But later that night, scrolling through blurry videos and clips of the match, you pause on a still of Harry looking in your direction.

And your stomach flips.

A small part of hope settling.

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2. Charity Match 2017 - A Shift

This year, it's bigger. The Valley. More fans, more camera, more pressure. But Harry is still the same. Loud, energetic, clumsy and confused.

Before kickoff, he jogs over to where you're standing just beyond the pitch - your special access lanyard granted from Harry.

"Nervous?" You ask.

"Only cause you're here," he says casually, then smirks. "Gotta impress my girl with the special lanyard." He reaches for your lanyard and giving it a tug - pulling you closer ever so slightly.

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks flush at the sudden closeness. That wasn't normal banter. Was it?

He play like he's on fire. Scores a goal and points at you on the sideline. You swear he winks but just think maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.

Later, backstage with everyone buzzing, you find him in the hallway - freshly showered. He was wearing sidemen merchandise; his hair still damp from the water.

There was no cameras. No crowd.

"You looked good out there," you say. It feels heavy. Almost like you meant a double meaning.

He pauses. "You always look good."

Your eyes meet. Nether of you speaks. For the first time in your friendship, silence is loud.

You laugh nervously - brushing the comment under the mat thinking he meant nothing of it. "Smooth."

"I try."

A voice is heard from behind him, Simon calling him back to film some extra parts. You bid goodbye and walk away, and he watched you go.

And for the first time, you're both wondering: what are we doing?

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3. Charity Match 2018- The Almost

The energy this year is electric again. Harry's in top form, yelling instructions, cracking jokes. Your sign this year is smaller - a picture included, but he still beams when he sees it.

You're pulled into the afterparty later than planned, a little tipsy from champagne floating in the warmth of another successful day. You find Harry leaning against a balcony, looking out over London, a beer in his hand.

"Hey you," he says when you join him - offering a sip of his beer to you. "Didn't lose you to Tobi's dance floor domination, then?"

You smile, taking a swig on the beer and handing it back - folding your arms next to him.

There's a long pause - he turns to look at you.

Really look at you - taking it all your features.

You turn with a puzzled look.

"I've been thinking about us," he says finally.

Your heart skips. Your heart beating for the conversation you have been waiting for.

But before Harry can continue, Tobi calls him from the inside before he can say more. You glance at the doorway, then back at Harry.

"Later?" You say.

He nods, eye soft. "Promise."

But later never comes.

You both leave the party in different Ubers.

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4. Charity Match 2022 - The Kiss

After a few years of no matches, the return is massive. The stadium is packed, and millions are watching the livestream. You're standing on the sidelines again, lanyard still around your neck - curiosity of Harry again.

You and Harry have stayed as close as ever. Always texting, calling, somehow orbiting each other without crossing the line - the 'later' conversation never coming up once again.

As the players warm up, you're chatting with Talia and Sarah when Harry jogs by.

"He's practically glowing," Sarah says, grinning.

"That's the Y/N effect," Talia teases, nudging you.

You roll your eyes - use to the constant teasing from the group, but you can't help smiling.

During the match, every time Harry touches the ball, JJ and Ethan standing on the sideline shout exaggerated commentary in your direction: "And he's looking to impress someone in the stands!"

When Harry scores a long rage banger, he doesn't celebrate with his team.

Instead - he runs to the camera, blows a kiss, then mouths your name.

The internet erupts - reposts everyone all over Twitter; as fans start recalling every shared moment between you and Harry.

After the final whistle, the players are swarmed by fans and staff, but Harry makes a beeline for you.

"I don't care if everyone knows," he says, breathless. "I've been pretending I haven't been in love with my best friend for years. I'm done."

Your hearth thuds.

Tobi and Simon spot the two of you from a distance, and immediately start whistling and clapping like idiots.

You grab Harry's shirt and kiss him, right there among the boots, jerseys and sidemen.

You're not pretending anymore.

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5. Charity Match 2023 - The World Watching

This time, you walk in together - wearing Harry's number in support of your boyfriend.

Harry's holding your hand. Cameras flash, fans cheer.

No more hiding.

"Nervous?" You whisper before he runs off to warm up.

"Not with you here," he says, pressing a kiss to your temple.

As the match begins, the boys are relentless - as they have been the past year constantly teasing you and Harry.

Ethan shouts from across the pitch, "Harry, don't mess up! Y/N's watching!"

JJ joins in with exaggerated swooning every time Harry runs.

You're in the stands next to Freya, who is laughing every time the camera cuts to your reaction.

Harry scores again, of course. The celebration is simple this time - a heart drawn in the air and a wink your way.

After the match, he records a behind-the-scenes vlog, dragging you into frame.

"This is Y/N, everyone loves her. The reason I've ever scored a goal in my life."

You laugh, pushing him off-camera. But the internet is is love. With him. With you. With your story.

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6. Charity Match 2025 - The Proposal

You feel it coming all day.

He's acting weird, not nervous, just - shifty. Like he's got secrets. And for once, not the kind he'll tell you... yet.

The match is intense. He misses a shot early on, then comes back with a clean goal in the second half. The crowd goes wild.

But instead of a celebration, he runs to the sideline. To you.

You blink, confused, as he stops in front you, catching his breath.

Then he drops to one knee.

The stadium freezes. Even the players stop.

"Y/N," he pants, eyes wide and full of love, "you've been there for every match, every goal, every miss for so many years. I don't want to play another one without knowing you're mine forever. Will you marry me?"

Your heart could burst. You throw your arms around him.

"Of course I will, you idiot."

The stadium explodes. You lean down to press a kiss to Harry's lips. The Sidemen rush to his side after, Tobi lifting Harry onto his shoulders while Ethan leans up to give you a hug.

That night, at the celebration party, Harry holds your hand tight.

"Told you I'd score two for you," he says, kissing you knuckles as he admires the ring.

Your scored the one that mattered."

And he did.

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Hi all! I hope you enjoyed my first Harry post.

See you soon,

mwah x

[myblog-mp3]

ok ig I'm doing one of these then

10 notes- I'll go drink some water

20 notes- I'll brush my hair

30 notes- I'll post a drawing i did

50 notes- i'll have a shower (pls don't judge me i've had no motivation recently)

100 notes- I'll drink water properly for a week

150 notes- I'll start another drawing

200 notes- I'll do a moots list in my intro

300 notes- I'll eat three meals tdy (whenever i hit the goal)

500- I'll tidy my room

750- I'll do a special like the ones ppl do for followers but not for a follower celebration

1000- I'll sort out my sleep schedule and sleep properly for a week

1500- I'll do some of this thing i have to do but can be bothered to and it's rly stressing me out so yh

2000- I'll revise everything i need to for tests I've got coming up

red - reached

orange - doing

crossed out - done

[brights-place]

Ace and his U.M (Unique Magic)

Ace and his unique magic I think was actually not suprising to me because I was guessing and rambling to friends about the signs created about Ace and his future unique magic. One where he could be so OP and copy someone elses unique magic... WHICH WAS RIGHT ALONG WITH THAT PERSON WHO ALSO THOUGHT ACE IS U.M WAS COPYING BRO WAS ALSO A PROPHET LMAO!! anyways

It took 4 years to see his U.M so YAYY we finally got everybody's U.M so here am I to ramble about how Ace just whipped out a huge uno reverse card to whoever he's going to verse

So heres a ramble from me!! someone who rarely analyzes things but wanted to ramble anyways! Also this might not make sense because Im not good at explaining stuff that well I MAY WRITE BUT ANALYZING STUFF IS TOTALLY OUT OF MY LEAGUE UNLESS ITS SOMTH I CAN GRIND FOR HOURS ON I mean it goes for TWST but I can't word it right at all smh...

Ace is U.M was offically shown in Book 7-290 where he instantly went to help his friends in the fight with riddle.

In battle Ace himself admits his fear of failure by sharing the fact that he's afraid of failing everyone while the MC is there to reassure him along with the fact Grim encourages him by telling him that Ace can do it because we believe he can. Their support, their encouragement and reassurance is what brings Ace the strength to continue on thats what helped build up to his unique magic

“I’m going to take your special treat! Joker Snatch (Or translated to Give me your trump card) After ace has casted his U.M onto Riddle whats even funnier is he used RIDDLES own magic against him collaring his housewarden.

Ace and his unique magic is known as ‘Joker Snatch’ which gives the magic user the power to steal or copy their opponent's unique magic. Same abilities as Azul and Trey with the two’s U.M which is “Its a deal” and “Doodle Suite”

I wanted to explain about how we not only got hints of it but right on conversations from Ace about it even before he got it.

To start off first is Ace is name. Ace Trappola

Trappola is the name of an old Italian card game that stands out as the first one in which the ace is considered the highest-value card, and ranks above the king.

The change for this was because of changed following the French Revolution in the 1500 after which the Ace was promoted to the highest card in the deck-11- a symbolic nod to the overthrow of France's nobility and rise of the commoner a single number that outeanks it all.

Because ace was traditionally the lowest card in the deck until angry French proletariats overthrew their monarchy.

In games based on the superiority of one rank over another, such as most trick-taking games, the ace counts highest, outranking even the king. Which makes me focus on the Red Tyrant arc when Ace attacked Riddle not only once but TWICE for the males seat as housewarden and when Riddle overblotted. Correction Three times as we add Riddles Dream where they have to fight Riddle. Ace standing up to people in positions of authority who are objectively stronger than himself shows how an ACE is higher then any other rank no matter what because Ace is himself someone who may be in a group yet by itself/himself is strong on its own/

With the hints laid between chapters and vignettes the whole Unique magic was dangling right infront of our eyes ALSO SHOUT OUT TO THAT PERSON ON TIKTOK WHO GOT IT RIGHT BECAUSE I KNEW IT TOO I WAS SCREECHING!! Ahem

A conversation in Ace is dorm vignette shows with him talking with cater how he was able to 'steal' skills from others paying attention, along with the fact he’s good at mimicking people’s voices and it was repeatedly said that he’s good at copying stuff / is a fast learner. He is able to bend these things to his own will at the same time. In the same vignette we also see that Ace is impressive short-term memory is confirmed he is adept at mimicking those around him, or both. In his dorm vignette, Ace learns multiple things from Rook in order to get the missing hedgehogs back into heartslabyul along with the fact he was able to easily copy Vil is strutting in the Fairy Gala event after heckling and mocking jack. Another example is Ace able to copy his brother & fathers magic tricks. His older brother is his only sibling, seven years older, a former Heartslabyul student and NRC graduate.

With the fact Ace likes to do tricks infront of people like Deuce to scare them entertained by their shock of him doing things that they wouldn’t expect.

Ace explains that it was his brother who taught him how to lie convincingly and that he learned slight-of-hand by memorizing his brother’s motions since his brother refused to teach him directly, and Cater compliments him on being able to pick things up on his own and think so quickly on his feet.

Ace explains himself that “Most things, you can imitate if you see ‘em enough and pay enough attention.” another example and hint for his U.M Riddle also takes Ace is memorization telling him that he should do the same to memorize the Queen of Hearts’ Code which Ace denies quickly stating his way of memorization is different to memorizing the ones for the queen of hearts. These examples show how Ace is able to adapt to situations copy others in situations rembering the slightest bit of details even witnessing their unique magics only once but is able to get the hand of them easily yet his U.M could mean he has a higher chance of gaining blot.

Ace is such a good character I can't write anything that explains much well but I do wanna improve on that but Ace is a character was the first one we met who was able to stand up to people in higher positions with help of the [MC] pushing him even without a U.M dealing with overblots and now somebody who was helped by [MC] again who cheered him on to BEAT Riddle in a fight again but this time with a U.M The start and THE END was Ace being beside [MC] who pushed him forward in these situations and Ace being able to be vulnerable hits hard along with Deuce WHO HITS HARDER WITH HIS U.M WHEN THEY TOOK DOWN RIDDLE YEAHHHH. Anyways thanks for coming to my yap session It probs wasn't explained well but to wrap it up. Ace is unique magic was right there infront of us building up. How he's a quick thinker, a fast learner able to understand something, pick up a trait from someone else easily since he was younger that he was able to do it himself without being guided to do so and facing both times against riddle with the help of [MC] to push himself harder even when he thought he was going to fail the time when Riddle Overblotted, and when Riddle fought them using riddles own skill against him. Though we don't know the drawbacks caused by Ace is U.M like I said he could have higher chances of overblotting do certain Unique magic he uses from someone else cause his body harm and changes? like with Leona would he have cracks in his hands if he ever used it because of the sand? with cater if he duplicates himself would he get light headed because his body isn't used to it like cater's is? does he have scars from trying to use someone else is unique magic knowing the drawbacks but harm will still happen? will his body ache if he used fae of maleficence ? we don't know what could happen to ace with his unique magic and the drawbacks so for now its unkown. Ace is such a good character and I'm glad we got his Unquiet magic finally and I'm so happy to finally see it now that we got it all <33 ── .✦ Back to where I was tweakin

[aayakashii]

In celebration for getting over 1500 followers (INSANE number btw), I'm making a new event in order to show my gratitude towards everyone who reads my fics, and specially towards how patient and nice everyone is even though I am absent sometimes :') I am really really happy that I've made many friends here, I love you all <333

AAAAANYWAY, I present to youl:

DO YOU🫵🫵🫵 want something really cliché and cute (and maybe even smutty who knows) to read about your favorite ghoul? Do you wanna go on an amusement park date or an aquarium date with your babygirl without thinking about curses and Darkwick? OORRRR maybe you DO wanna be in Darkwick, but you crave a little fluff? Well, then you're 🫵🫵🫵 in luck‼️🗣📣

Instructions on how to order:

"Can I get a Hibiscus Tea with a Red Velvet Cake, please? I'll be visiting the cafe with Haku!" -> in this example, you want a Flower shop AU, with a "you fell first, he fell harder" trope, and your love interest is Haku!

Confusing? I hope not, but either way, you can ask me if you have any doubts! (´･ᴗ･)/(._.`)

The Cafe will be open for a total of seven days, from June 12nd (Brazilian Valentine's Day btw!) to June 18th, which means you can send requests until June 18th, but I'll be posting for a lot longer than this most probably!

Anyway, hope you enjoy your stay at my little cafe! 🫶 enjoy your drink and your snack (ﾉ≧ڡ≦)

[idiomagic]

This is my beautiful guy Spy Boy, also known as Commodore SpyBoy captain of the SS TinyMan. He is my best friend, my soulmate.

Yesterday, we had to rush him to the emergency vet, where they found he has pancreatitis and diabetes.

The emergency vet had us rush him to an emergency pet hospital, where he's spending the next few days.

They think he's going to be okay, but he'll need insulin and a special diet for the rest of his life.

The emergency vet visit was $1500, including all the tests. And the hospital gave us an estimate of between $4000 and $8000. My husband was laid off last week. I'm disabled and can't work. We desperately need assistance. I'm going to put together a gofundme as soon as I can stop crying. My Venmo is @GwyndynAlexander I'm a tiny blog with very few followers. Please, if you see this, reblog... I'm so worried about my little guy.

[xxsycamore]

🔞IKEMEN BREEDING SEASON🔞 - XXSYCAMORE'S 2000 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION EVENT

On October 28th, 2024, this blog hit 2K followers! Once again, thank you, everyone, for the support, and for sticking around in my writing adventures. I hope you can continue enjoying my work! Now, our previous milestone celebrations were all about fluffy short stories, so I figured it's high time we bring some smut into the mix. Even though spring would have been perfect for the Ikemen Breeding Season, I decided, why wait when we can have it now. Besides, that time is reserved for part 2 of our Steal My Heart!! (1500 followers) event! If you have placed a request for it and haven't received a ficlet yet, don't worry, I haven't deleted anything! :)

➺ PROMPTS

How do you want the suitor to breed you (or the MC)? :

In the heat of the moment

As proof that you belong to them

To produce an heir

With a chance for twins

While imagining you being pregnant

Making sure that it takes

Making the moment special

When they'd already gotten you pregnant before

With you taking the lead

While you're in heat (Omegaverse)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 2 separate request openings - Since in the past there have been times when everything has been grabbed in the first 10 minutes from the announcement, I decided it would only be fair for the people in different time zones if I divide it into two batches at different times of the day.

FIRST REQUEST OPENING WILL HAPPEN ON OCTOBER 30TH, 12 PM UTC (8 AM EDT) (or click here to see it converted to your time zone)

SECOND REQUEST OPENING WILL HAPPEN ON OCTOBER 31TH, 12 AM UTC (8 PM EDT on the 30th) (or click here to see it converted to your time zone)

Both request openings will be closed after I get a total of 15 requests each! I will make separate posts to announce when those start and close.

➺ RULES:

Understand that these are going to be short NSFW stories, around 500 words each.

Anonymous asks are allowed, but please don't abuse my kindness and don't request if you're a minor!

Pick a character from the list below and a prompt from the prompt list. Threesomes are allowed, so long as no one is related, lol.

Be sure to let me know if you want MC x Suitor(s) or Reader x Suitor(s). If you don't specify, I'll write it as I see fit!

Specify your gender preferences if you have any! If you selected "Reader", I'll by default write them with afab traits. This goes especially for the prompt "Imagining you pregnant" where you could encounter terms including but not limited to: breasts, lactation, love handles, vagina, ovulation, womb, ovaries, pregnant bellies, you get the picture. To bypass all of this, you can ask for a Gender Neutral Reader, or you can be more specific and tell me your preferences in detail.

Mpreg is welcome, sure, why not. This goes both for Male Readers and for Getting your suitor pregnant, like in the case where you picked the Omegaverse prompt and he's an Omega. Go wild.

OCs are NOT allowed, due to how short these stories are going to be versus the research required in order to do justice to your OC. Sorry!

Don't send multiple requests! One per person. Again, I'm put my trust in you about not abusing the anon option.

In the event where I've already received the same prompt with the same character, I'll only write it once!

Don't hesitate to give me details! :) I want to create a work specially crafted for you. If you have a whole scenario in mind, I'd love to hear it, even if I have to squeeze it in the word limit. Where are they doing it, what is the reader wearing, what petname the suitor uses - these are just a few examples! Additionally, since I haven't read all the routes of the characters listed here, if you feel it's needed, you can provide some in-game information about the character if it has a relation to topic. Ex: "I think he'll make a great family man because he canonly loves taking care of the younger ones."

Requests sent outside of the specified time periods won't be accepted. I try to immediately answer these so you'll know, but I might also straight-up delete anything that doesn't follow the rules.

➺ AVAILABLE CHARACTERS:

Ikemen Villains: Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor; Darius; Nica; Ring

Ikemen Prince: Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio, Cyran/Cyril, Matthias, Kagari

Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles; Drake; Galileo

Ikemen Revolution: Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie

Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto

Midnight Cinderella: Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid

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Please understand that I can't guarantee that I'm going to write all of these! I have a lot of issues IRL that I need to take care of, which leads me to either not having a lot of free time or not having the needed energy and inspiration to write. Either way, I hope you can have fun with this event! I can't wait to see what you send me. Have a great day, and I'll see you in my askbox soon! <3

[dannielricciardo]

was telling my mom how embarrassing it is that max lapped his teammate and how every driver since daniel ricc has sucked, and she asked why red bull/f1 got rid of him … Why Did They? was it just that they thought he wasn't performing well?

an opportunity? to infodump about my special interest? for me??? thank you. you do not need to read this at all - i just got extremely emotional about it. of course, this is my recollection of what happened and why he was dropped. we will likely never know. here follows 1500 words on daniels exit from the sport.

it's 2018 and things in red bull are looking dire. the car they made was extremely unreliable going into 2018, but it was a clear issue that was carried over from 2017 and it only got worse. significantly worse. what a lot of people seem to miss is that in 2018, daniel had something going wrong for him IN EVERY RACE (but spain). be it loss of power or bad strategy or gearbox issues in quali, daniel was absolutely shafted in 2018. there's a good write up about this on reddit. at the same time, it was feeling like........... daniel was no longer the favourite child. like, perhaps, more often than not they were starting to bet on max.

so daniel booked it out of there. to renault and then to mclaren. i'll skip some stuff and get you straight at the scene of the crime.

"why red bull/f1 got rid of him … Why Did They? was it just that they thought he wasn't performing well?" so at the end of his stint with mclaren, daniel was not a hot commodity anymore. sure, he was their first winner in 10 years, but it seemed like he had peaked and that was it, so it was time for him to either go to a below midfield team (haas was extremely interested) or simply wait out the contracts that were up in 2023. daniel picked the option to wait it out and see what opportunities might arise, also taking the made up tHiRd driver title which is hilarious because red bull literally came up with it for him. like they just decided they wanted a third driver in a two driver series. and they had him around alllll the time. he wasnt a driver but they were like "thank you max and daniel. also present: checo", it was obviously going to lead into something RIGHT

and lead it did, into a test for red bull and pirelli, at silverstone. and would you believe it, this man did not randomly forget how to drive. they put him in the rb19, which was so good, and he was so familiar with it because he was tag teaming the sim with his former race engineer at milton keynes. so they put him in a fast car, that was being developed with his feedback in mind and GUESS WHAT. he was fast as fuck. he was so fast, in fact, that if the pervious weekend he was on the grid, he would literally be next to max. mind you, this is the same car that max was winning nearly every race with; checo, on the other hand, was p15 on that same weekend.

it was obvious, right? that ricciardo is so fast. so red bull, in their infinite wisdom, did the sensible thing and........ stuck him the alpha tauri?? that was so fucking bad it was a miracle it could finish a race weekend.

important, but unmentioned character so far is the ever present sponsor that checo has - mr. carlos slim, a mexican billionaire. checo, of course, being the son of a politican, has a nice sponsor who just so wants to have a mexican driver on grid that he will shell out nearly an infinite amount of money to keep him there. daniel, on the other hand, comes from a middle class working people family that, unfortunately, does not have any billionaire friends.

anyway, what happened next was we all expected that daniel would be in the red bull in 2024, right? of course the alpha stint was to see how he copes with the team, ease him back to work, right? just give him something to ensure red bull's commitment for 2024, right? WRONG daniel was going to drive for vcarb in 2024 haha cool cool cool im being extremely normal about it.

SURELY they wouldn't bring him back for nothing......?

all that follows here is full on gossip and ALLEDGED so take it with a massive grain of salt. we will likely never know.

throughout the year we were hearing rumors that ~sponsors were told to expect an imminent announcement~, that ~vcarb was told to expect a mid season swap~, that ~red bull and daniel's camp were working on marketing and strategy - thats why it was constantly max and daniel in promo for the main team~. everyone was convinced that daniel was coming back, it was not a question of if, but when.

the when, seemingly, was spa. video of daniel talking to mekies and horner leaks. they have a long talk, then daniel smiles and shakes hands with christian, leaving with a massive smile on his face. he has a fine race. then another video hits the timeline - daniel and max leave the track together, one carrying a bottle of wine, the other carrying both their helmets. believe it or not, a THIRD video hits the timeline, this time posted by max verstappen himself, a man who notoriously does not run his instagram, of them in a helicopter all smiles and thumb ups. marko is saying "we will be looking into our driver line up next week" post race in media. all seems poised to happen in the next few days, right? rumours are swirling that the verstappen camp is fully expecting to have daniel back and are happy about it.

and then it doesn't happen. insiders are absolutely baffled. people who have been hearing rumours for MONTHS are completely flabbergasted why it didn't happen - all signs and leaks were pointing towards daniel, right? except. except.

except.

rumours emerge liam lawson has a clause in his contract that's according to some "use me or lose me" OR guaranteed 6 races this season. which is fine, when you consider that the plan was to use the performance clauses in checo's contract to drop him, move daniel to RB, give liam the vcarb seat for a year/two, give daniel a good final year or two.

suddenly, allegedly some calls are made. some pressure is put on red bull. a certain billionaire wants a mexican driver on the grid. after all, if he brings 30-40 million to the team per year, "then there is no better pay driver in formula 1" :).

daniel does not have a billionaire backing him. daniel does not have 6 races promised to him before the end of the year. daniel does not have honda paying for his seat.

daniel unfortunately only has his pure god given talent and his endless charm. but he does not have the money in a sport that increasingly has stopped caring about racing ability and has moved on towards being pay to play.

the narrative shifts overnight. daniel has not beat yuki convincingly (daniel was averaging p13 to yuki's p12. to this day no one in vcarb has matched daniel's peaks there). daniel was washed and talentless, he needed to make way for younger, hungrier drivers, like liam lawson, the next max verstappen. he needed to move aside so that people who paid their dues can get their time in the main team before their national sponsor leaves the team fully. marko suddenly starts claiming it was never in the cards.

what ended up transpiring in singapore is one of the most shameful events ive ever seen in my life and everyone involved should be haunted by it until the end of time. daniel arrives all smiles. the rumour mill starts running, set off by ralf. everyone is asking about it. daniel is denying it. everyone else is dancing around the topic. you can tell, in real time, that it's beginning to dawn on daniel that this might be it over the weekend. max glues himself to daniel in a show of clear support. blake the manager is seen running around the paddock on sunday.

daniel gets in the car. he has an abysmal drive due to the car being completely unstable and fully loose on the rear, many people commenting that he is more fighting it than driving it. mind you, this is not the oversteer he prefers - this is a fairly balanced car that has a set up so bad the rear end looseness is not controllable. he also has another abysmal strategy, which was a reoccurring theme during his time at vcarb. he was always put on the worse strategy. he got undercut, stuck in traffic and chewed his tyres. on the last lap, he pits for fastest lap and sets the lap record for the track. he exits the car and an honor guard welcomes him to vcarb hospitality, organized by meikes.

according to reuters, horner informs daniel in there that he is likely jobless by the time he leaves.

daniel ricciardo left the paddock at 1:46 am. he has not been on an f1 track since.

[twinsimming]

New Scholarships by Twinsimming 🎓

"Need some extra simoleons for university? Sims University now offers a variety of scholarships for prospective students!"

This is a script mod that can be placed in your Packages folder. It was built and tested on 1.69 but should work fine on 1.67.

Requirements

To access all of the scholarships available with this mod, the following packs and store content are required:

The Sims 3: World Adventures

The Sims 3: Ambitions

The Sims 3: Generations

The Sims 3: Showtime

The Sims 3: Supernatural

The Sims 3: Seasons

The Sims 3: University Life

The Sims 3: Island Paradise

The Sims 3: Into the Future

Fit As a Fiddle Violin (The Sims 3 Store)

Artisan Glassblowing Station (The Sims 3 Store)

Stiff as a Board, Light as a Feather Dance Floor (The Sims 3 Store)

Overview

Applying for Scholarships

Types of Scholarships

Maintaining Scholarships

New Moodlets

Online Aptitude Test

New Cheat

Applying for Scholarships

Teen sims and older have a new “Apply for Scholarships” interaction available at the school rabbithole or on the computer under “Sims University Online”. Though they’re less likely to win a scholarship if they apply online rather than in person.

If your sim wins a scholarship, they will not be able to reapply for that scholarship again. If they do not win, they will be given a Disappointed moodlet and have to wait a day before applying again.

Types of Scholarships

There are four (4) types of scholarships your sims can apply for: General, Legacy, Skill Based, and Occult. In total, there are 18 scholarships, each with their own custom moodlet. 

Sims have a 45% chance of winning a scholarship in the General, Legacy, and Occult categories when applying in-person and a 40% chance when applying online.

Sims have a 6% chance of winning a Skill Based scholarship at Level 1 of the required skill. This chance multiplies with each skill level, with a maximum of a 60% chance at Level 10.

Certain traits can either increase or decrease your chance of winning a scholarship by 5% (note: this value stacks the more traits your sim has):

Increased Chance Traits - Lucky and Ambitious

Decreased Chance Traits - Unlucky and Loser

Some of the scholarship names are originally from The Sims 2 and the others I made up myself. They are listed below by category:

General

Young Entrepreneurs Award (§750) - Requires Level 3 part-time job, Teen only

Orphaned Sims Assistance Fund (§750) - Requires deceased or non-existing parents, Teen only

Golden Year Scholars Grant (§1000) - Elders only

Gemini Hidden Masters Prize (§1500) - Requires Level 10 in one hidden skill

Legacy

Student Service Workers Fund (§1000) - For sims with a service worker hidden trait (Makes No Messes, Pyromaniac, Can Apprehend Burglar, Can Salute, Immune To Fire, or Pizza Appreciator)

Cultural Exchange Program (§1000) - For sims with one of the hidden culture traits from The Sims 3: World Adventures

Students of Tomorrow Scholarship (§1000) - For sims with the hidden Future Sim trait from The Sims 3: Into the Future

Skill Based

Dreamer Family Artisan Award (§750) - Requires at least Level 1 Artisan Skill

Tsang Footwork Award (§750) - Requires at least Level 1 Dance (Store) Skill

Violin Society of SimNation Scholarship (§750) - Requires at least Level 1 Violin Skill

Occult

Undead Education Scholarship (§1500) - For Vampires, Zombies, and Ghosts

Extraterrestrial Reparation Grant (§1500) - For Aliens and sims recently abducted by Aliens

Spellcasting Scholars Grant (§1500) - For Witches, Fairies, and Genies

Lycanthropy Philanthropy Fund (§1500) - For Werewolves

Bots Opportunity To Specialize (B.O.T.S.) (§1500) - For Simbosts and Plumbots

Forbidden Fruit Fellowship (§1500) - For PlantSims

Real World Acclimation Fund (§1500) - For Real Imaginary Friends

Aquatic Allies Award (§1500) - For Mermaids

Maintaining Scholarships

After winning a scholarship, your sim will get the new custom Won Scholarship moodlet. They have a week to either enroll in online university with my Attend University Online mod, or in-person university to remain eligible for their scholarship.

If they fail to enroll in time, their scholarship will be rescinded and they will have to pay back the money they were awarded. If they can’t afford to pay back the scholarship amount in full, it will be added to their next household bill. (No free money here!)

Once a sim has a scholarship rescinded, they will get the new custom Lost Scholarship moodlet and be barred from applying for scholarships for 3 days.

New Moodlets

Won Scholarship: Given when a sim wins a scholarship, lasts 1 day, +20 mood, each scholarship has its own custom moodlet icon

Lost Scholarship: Given when a sim has a scholarship rescinded, lasts 3 days, -20 mood, makes sims stressed

Online Aptitude Test

Teen sims and older can now take the university aptitude test on the computer under “Sims University Online”. It works the same as the default interaction.

Tuning

All of the tunable values can be found on the mod download page under the header “Tuning”.

New Cheat

If you want to clear all scholarship winners in your world (on a per save basis), enter the cheat menu and type “ClearScholarshipWinnerData” without the quotation marks.

Conflicts & Known Issues

This is a new script mod so there shouldn’t be any conflicts.

Credits

EA/Maxis for The Sims 3 and The Sims 4, Visual Studio 2019, ILSpy, s3pe, Notepad++, and Script Mod Template Creator.

Thank You

Thank you to gamefreak130, Battery, @zoeoe-sims, @greenplumbboblover​, and @monocodoll!

If you like my work, please consider tipping me on Ko-fi 💙

Download @ ModTheSims

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FICS FOR GAZA !

hello peeps! i am taking part in wip sponsorships for @ficsforgaza to help out with donations for the many fundraisers they have linked.

to meet with the terms, i am only offering sponsorships of works about video game characters. this includes my usual tcm game wips, alongside one i have of boomer from ssktjl.

here is an outline of steps to participate; send a screenshot that is proof of donation alongside the wip you are sponsoring into my inbox. $1 donated to a fundraiser = 100 words written for the sponsored wip. the word counts i provide are just rough estimations and i am willing to go over if the donations go higher! once a work is completed, i will give special thanks to donators for their contribution to the fic and the aid for gaza!

my limit is $20 for 2k, but feel free to donate as much as you can seperately from my wips!

click here for a further explanation from ficsforgaza if you are still unsure. their blog also has tabs on FAQ, fundraisers and all the info you need.

reminder: do not donate to ME. only send me proof of donation.

MY WIPS

BAD TINDER DATE WITH BOOMER (title still to be decided)

ssktjl!captain boomerang x fem!reader. bad first impressions. enemies to lovers. eventual smut? mini-fic series.

you have a reputation for liking the bad boys. your friends have warned you'll get your heart broken and it's time to move on to better things. after a horrible date with the aussie boomerang-slinger, you decide to finally take their advice. but it's not that easy moving on. there is something about him you can't get enough of...

progress: 676/6000 words

TO DEVOUR IS TO LOVE: CHAPTER 2

tcm game original character. multiple ships. dead dove - do not eat. general tags on this post.

in the second chapter, winona slaughter is navigating through the city life. fate aligns with her hunger and she crosses paths with maria flores and her group of friends. all is well as they take the abnormal, but intriging rural girl under their wing. but winona is struggling to cope with the buffet that she surrounds herself in. let's see how long she can last before things get messy...

progress: 4312/5500 words

THE BABYSITTER (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. babysitter trope. stalking. violence and gore. non-con. minor character death. dark smut. dead dove - do not eat.

reader finishes up her babysitting shift and expects the usual routine of her boyfriend picking her up. she doesn't know that someone is watching her, and is waiting for the right time to prance. when johnny finally digs his nails into reader, he knows a sadistic way to get her to succumb to him and have some derranged fun.

progress: 0/1500-2000 words

FOXY (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fox-hybrid!reader. smut. petplay. dom/sub. minor injury. primal. humiliation. tags still to be decided.

fox-hybrid!reader gets caught up in one of hitchhikers traps when trying to snag nugget from the family property. unlucky for them, johnny's been working outside and spots the commotion. finding the hurt, scared reader, johnny takes them in with a devilish smirk. now he's got a little pet he can play with, and he ain't gonna play nice.

progress: 0/1000 words.

IN THE BLUEBONNET FIELD (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. smut. stalking. yandere. primal. non-con. knifeplay. bloodplay. dead dove - do not eat.

johnny has been stalking the reader for weeks, relishing in their scared state. as the days go by, the reader feels like she is being watched, catching glimpses of an unknown man following her every move. with morbid curiousity, the reader decides to treck through the bluebonnet fields to finally come face to face with her stalker. when he takes her advances, he finally has her at his mercy.

progress: 0/3000 words.

dividers by @thecutestgrotto.

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE.

[gothy-froggy]

Won’t you Join Me? II

Gamurra/gonna/cotta- (1300s-1500s dress)

Chemise- (undershirt)

Cottehardie- (fitted overgrown)

Giornea- (overdress, special occasion)

Cloaks/Mantles- (outdoor protection)

Houppelande- (floor-length overdress, flared sleeves)

Pialine- (functional high heels)

Hose- (socks, stockings)

Kirtle/Cotte/cote- (typically formal)

Doxy- a prostitute

Wod/wood/woodnesse- (mad, madness, insanity)

Tarhos Kovács x Noble!Fem!reader

Warnings: Violence, reader having ptsd symptoms, obsession, blood, Tarhos’ nature, not proofread, darker themes, most likely historically inaccurate, dialogue written to be easier to follow along

Summary: Tarhos has met the opposite of himself at a ball some time ago. He couldn’t stop thinking about the noblewoman whether he noticed or not. The night of his attack on the people of Portoscuro he had sent his faithful three to snatch her away and keep her remain within the castle he claims as his own. His obsession grows as much as her disdain for him and she sets a mission for herself: find and rescue Duke Toscano.

·:*¨༺ ♱ † ♱ ༻¨*:·

How many moons has it been since the night?

The night of anguish screams from the strangers, friends and relatives of Portoscuo. The night of when hungry, raging orange flames engulfed the homes of many and crawled onto the streets. The night of when human lives came to an end and pets scattered to safety, wondering if their owners would be alright.

The night of when a certain knight had given into his sins. For what use and for what purpose?

Darknesses of despair only seemed to grow bigger as the Duke of Portoscuro was nowhere to be seen. The snap and crash of collapsing buildings and thuds of collapsing people. Innocent people.

Guilty people as well, she thought as looked into the mirror. Ropes of her wet hair and white undergarment. Phantom touch of dirt and blood still lapped over her skin. And if listened closely there were the phantom noise of her people screaming as flames swallowed them whole, blades piercing through skin.

Never-mind that. Those thoughts will be visited later in the future. Just not now.

Her hand over her other to prevent from it trembling any longer, she stood and reached for the oil lamp. She owes Portoscuro to find its Duke, to find Vittorio. A low hum on the heavy door slowly opening as the light seeps into the hallway from her lamp.

The throbbing mass growing in the pit of her stomach. Last time she laid eyes upon Tarhos was when…

“We can’t do that now, can we? Sir wants you, my lady.”

The man cackled as he picked her, arm under her knees. Due to her struggling and fighting. He let out a growl before setting her down. His armored hand gripping her wrist tightly as he pulled her through the screaming and busy streets.

She was shoved lightly into something rough, hard and cold. The form of an armored man.

An armored man…

She looks up, seeing a familiar helmet and hair strands spilling out through its visors. Breathing so quiet it was as if it wasn’t there. And stood as still as statue, as well as tall of one.

“…Tarhos?”

Her gaze hardened and her jaw clenched. She needed to find Vittorio. He could put an end to this. Tarhos did this. She should hate him, want an end to him for this. Right? It was hard to tell if meeting Tarhos made her sacrifice a piece of morality or if she was tricking herself with what ifs.

What if it was a big misunderstanding? Maybe he had a reason?

No. She saw what happened. He ordered it and now Vittorio was gone. In the undergarments she sneaks into the abyss of the long hallways and big staircases. The only source of light being the fire she holds in her grasp.

It was quiet. So, so quiet.

The soft glow leading her inches in front of her until she reached the end of the wall she has been following. Gods, she didn’t even really have a plan. How could she? Everything was going too fast and the impulsive decision to what— save her Duke? Assuming that he was alive? She peaks her head over, minding the flame of light source and keeping it as a short distance. She didn’t see anything other then the blanket of darkness around her. Not a single noise either.

Her mind wasn’t quick enough to process the split second that had passed by. A calloused hand clamped over her mouth. A muffled gasp was suppressed too much to a make noises. She struggled, trying to fight back— attempting to use her elbows to jab at the person. Just to do something. She wouldn’t give up now. Not when she hasn’t even seen the Duke.

The hand pressed too firmly over her mouth. Her screams were muffled to quiet noises as she was pulled away from the corner. The lantern slipped through her fingers. The shattered glass dancing until their last moment on the cold ground. The warm limited light died down until the darkness engulfed it.

“She tried to escape, Sire.”

“A little dove eager to flap its pretty wings!”

“Should we kill her?”

“No! That’s his lady he fancies! A king needs his queen after all…”

“Quiet! She is awakening!”

Three voices hushed into silence as the woman stirred awake. Their intense gaze watched as she sat up from the disorienting slumber. But none of their gazes were as intense, are frightful as the one’s who eyes could not be seen. He sat across the scene before him in the blood stained armor with his trusty claymore by his side.

There she was. The woman—the noblewoman who had offered her hand to him. Danced under the moonlight despite her status. He had known then that she was different. His cloudy pale eyes’ gaze piercing through the brown strands of his hair that spilled out of his armor visor.

“What is the meaning of this,”

She narrowed her eyes, her tone rasped a little. Using her hands as support as she sat up. White undergarment night gown, hair highly improper. Unkept for all to see. Oh would she been shamed by her family and society for allowing men to see her in such a state.

“Why? Why have you done this?”

The fallen knight barely moved in the slightest. He was fascinated by the ruin of her image before him. My would she be so looked down upon for this very moment. Metal lightly clank as he stood. His protected plate armored hand holding the sides of her cheeks, forcing her to look up.

“You shall stay here. Confined by the walls of what is now mine.” He stated in a guttural whisper as he was inches away from her face. He wasn’t one to talk much, but it was important for her to know his expectations.

The very knight she had offered a dance to was responsible for what has happened to her own. Her very own family…her friends, her Duke. Gods where was her Duke?

“Unhand me,” She lowly barked her demand. Staring him down.

“Where is Duke Toscano? What have you’ve done with him?”

“That is not for you to know, my lady.”

“Come now, Durkos. Let Sire tend this moment.”

His faithful threes snickered. Watching things unfold. Tarhos stared at the woman. His heavy helmet lightly hit the ground. He tilted head, revealing his face.

Her throat tightened.

He looks…different. Less living they she had seen him last. His eyes faded, less color on his skin. He seemed colder.

“The Duke means what to you?”

“The duke means well to me as much as the others.”

“Think of him no longer. It will do you no good.” He gruff.

“And why so?”

“He does not matter. That is why.” The corrupted knight snapped. A huff of air through his nose. He rise, returning to his ruling chair.

“Return her to her chambers.” He ordered.

·:*¨༺ ♱ † ♱ ༻¨*:·

Having been tossed back into her room, she had thought in silence. She had wondered; could she slip through the window? It was a massive risk, a simple fall to her death or worse. Yet her windows were barricaded. She searches. Looking for something to use to perhaps break through. She needed to do something.

Luck was upon her. As the town’s temple had taken slight damage from the ambush. She grabbed the stone from the wall tucked behind the bed.

She stopped.

Footsteps. Deep footsteps making their way, creeping towards her chambers. She quickly stuff it backed into the wall before hurrying to the other side of bed before plopping down onto it. The heavy doors to her chambers draw out an opening.

“You will eat amongst us.” Tarhos’ monotone voice ordered. He took his step into the room, closing the door behind him. The silence only growing as neither of their gazes shifted away.

He stares down at her.

“You have not forgotten me. That I know of. You’ve spoke of my name that night.” Spoke in a lower volume. Taking note how her guarded gaze never wavered.

“You are different.”

“And I had thought that you were.”

“I am.”

“In the worst way to ever exist.”

The silence lingers.

“Do you remember of the night? You had offered your hand to someone below.” Tarhos questioned.

“Do you remember what you have said?”

“It holds no value any longer. You, are a monster—”

“I am.”

She only just now noticed how close Tarhos had gotten. The helmeted head near inches away from her very own face. The noblewoman didn’t need to see his face to know there was more he wished to say.

“You will eat with us.” He reminds. Creaks of the door closing from his departure left her thinking to herself. She will dine before she forces her way out of this chamber prison.

And that she did. Uneased and wary as she watched his three men. Alejandro was the loudest of the bunch. The servants were horrified. Servants that were once nobles themselves. That was obvious as the woman’s hand light shakes as she pours him another drink. Snatching her hand swiftly she lets out a soft gasp.

“Keep the drinks flowing, sweet.” A little hiss of his s’ can be heard.

Sander spoke from time to time. His voice had more base, more naturally projected than the others. Often teased and bothered by Alejandro.

Like Sander, Durkos was quiet. Only quieter. She understood. Stealth, brutal strength and then a mad man she suppose.

And then Tarhos Kovács. Truthfully the scariest of them all as it seems he’s his three men combined into one. And he’s a monster. Barely human.

The frightened servants served the feast. Once more, the Helmet came off. It only confirms that her eyes gave her reality and not an illusion. He just seemed so much less lively than the night she offered him a dance. It sickened her truly.

“I’ll eat up what’s on your plate if you don’t start eating, m’ lady.” Alejandro similarly like the old hag who was rumored of being a witch within the town. Wicked. Twisted.

“Eat.” He, the Knight, ordered.

Her nerves had made her hands tremble little. She began to eat as she stared at the plate. Chewing her food, she plans as she kept the appearance of doing anything but planning. But it quickly ends once she noticed Tarhos’ eyes refused to look away. Refusing to be studied, to be figured out she stops.

“We’ve heard the story of the two of you meeting.” Alejandro’s clawed fingers hits the table. His unnerving grin never fleeing from his face.

“A little noblewoman not only greeting a knight upon a ball, but offered a dance as well? Oh must your family be ashamed!” Alejandro slammed his hand on the table loudly with a wheeze induced laughter from his own cruel joke.

“Silence, Alejandro.” Durkos finally spoken up at the table.

“What? Tis nothing but the truth, is it?” Swinging his neck to the stiff noblewoman sat in her chair. His head cocked to the side.

“A wealthy little noblewoman has done the forbidden. Multiple in fact. She greets a knight, offered a knight a dance. And then what happened next? She exposes herself to a group of men in her undergarments and her hair down. She would be considered a doxy or slut.”

“Enough.”

Any laughter, spoke words or chewing one’s food quickly died down. Tarhos how stared Alejandro down with his cold, light fading eyes.

“Return to your chambers.” He orders to the unfortunate woman who was only just exploited for one’s crude joke moments before. She wasted no time. Fluttering away from the table and into her room.

The only sound that was made after was the shift of clothes of the jailer from Durkos jabbing him with his elbow before following behind his future queen. Ensuring she was retrieving to her room.

·:*¨༺ ♱ † ♱ ༻¨*:·

‘I best be careful,’

She thought as she stared down upon what could be an unfortunate end to her life. A fear lingering—inducing fall to her death as she was high above within the castle. Her delicate fingers bruised and bled from smashing the stone block against the stone wall and the barricaded windows to make her escape. Even from clawing in desperation and frustration.

Faith was put into the foggy memory she has of the castle. Hoping to find the dungeon and with Vittorio inside as well. It was on the side from where she was at. With carefully placed footing and hand placements, she goes on her way. Her own mission. Each progress, each set back and standing still was a high risk. For the building was not made for people to walk over it. Her already damaged fingers gripped tightly to the surface as she nearly slipped to her grave. Looking up at the sky, she prays. Believing in a single God, Gods or none at all, she needed the prayer and needed it to be heard. Small winces from the pain. Yet pushes onward.

She had remembered a small opening when she reached the other side where she can drop into. The garden from where she was at was near. Somewhere that will make her date with the ground easier and quieter. A hiss of pain seeped through between her teeth as she took her fall into the garden. Blood trickling down of a fresh cut on the right arm from a sharp corner of the estate. Pay no attention as there was a mission to complete.

She slipped through back inside of the walls. Searching and searching for the dungeon opening. On alert, the woman scans the hallway. Backing up to the corner to move into the next phase of the maze.

A sharp step back against the wall the stomach of a beast lingering in the darkness. Sander, keeping guard of the wing. She remains in the darkness like him. The brute turning his gaze away from new smaller hero. Hopping across the moonlit floor to return to the shadow.

His grunts and grumbles as he shuffles down the hallway. She follows behind within the shadow. He did a sharp turn shortly after one of her leaps into the shadow. His eyes lingering at the moonlit filled ground.

“Hrmph,” The noise huffed out gently as he turns around and takes the corner. The lack of dedication, attention to the shadows had left her unnoticed.

There, was the arch frame. The stone spiral flight of stairs descending into the darkness below. Small patter of her feet as she goes down the spiral stairs to the bottom.

“My lord,” She laid her eyes upon him. Battered and bruised. Her fingers wrapped around bars of his cell. His hand weakly gripping the iron barrier next to hers.

“What are you doing here?” Vittorio’s voice rasped from his neglect. He was a mess.

“I came for you, Toscano.”

“You need to leave.” He watches her as she scrambles to find keys. Not here.

“The jailer carries the keys. There is no way. You must go, my lady.”

She went back to him as she analyzed the bars. Using force to shake them, to see if there’s any weakness.

“Listen to me,” Toscano whispers his shout. His hand over hers.

“You must flee. It is too dangerous.”

“But the people need you—“

“He has taken over! There is no way of setting me free. Not without those keys.” He explains as his exhausted eyes looked into hers. His eyes traveled down to the gash on her arm.

“He did this?”

She looks at her arm.

“No, he did not. During my fall,” She breaths.

“He locks me in chambers. Forces me to eat among him and his men.” The woman continues to try to damage the bars.

“All of an offer I have made him. A dance.” She huffed. Growing frustrated by the second. The bars refusing to budge.

“Listen to me. Listen well.” Vittorio’s hand went through the space between bars as he gripped her hand.

“You must to leave. Find a way to break me free then so be it. But if you can’t, you must run. And never look back.” He warns. Intensity in his eyes made it very clear. No room for arguing.

“Now go.” The Duke squeezes her hand before letting her go. He watches her run up the stairwells.

Understanding one thing that matters the most in this situation; do not get caught near the dungeon. It would be unwise to do so. She swiftly escapes.

Alas, she was in the wing where her chambers await. She tightened her jaw as she placed her hand over her arm. The pain only really starting to hurt.

“You!”

A gasp disturbs the silence of the castle. The armored hand, similar to some type of clawed monster gripped her shoulder roughly. Those same piercing gaze and unnatural, sharp teeth grin staring down at her.

“Now how did you escape your chambers, little lady?” He eerily purred. His grip tightening and had forced her to let go of her arm. Revealing the cut.

His eyes narrowed slightly for a moment. Quickly turning into amusement. Imitating a cat enjoying playing with its prey.

“Well, well, hurt are we? How did that happen?” He clicked with his tongue before opening the door. Alejandro pat her shoulder twice and shoved her inside the room.

“Sit tight, m’ lady.” He closed the doors to her chambers. Standing there for a few moments she processes.

He was getting someone. Tarhos she assumes. Quick on her feet she hurries to the other side and begins hiding the loosen stones. Swept the crumbs of underneath the bed. There was slight damage to the barricades blocking the window. But perhaps they wouldn’t notice. Or have thought she had used practically anything in the room for its results.

Standing in front of the plush bed she looks at her lightly raised hands. Bruised yellow and purple. Small and big cuts. Bloody. Filthy. Once an elegant, smooth skin has been tainted by the world she had lived above. Forced to feel the life of a class hers saw as worthless peasants.

Harsh swing of the doors made her jolt. The looming man let his hands slide down as he walked towards her with the energy of an angered man. In his under clothes; simple long sleeves shirt and pants. Hair spilling down over his shoulders with his slightly clouded eyes glaring intensely through the strands of his dark locks.

Without saying a word and placed his calloused hand on her back and shoulder. Nearly throwing her on the bed with a low growl. He pulled her arm out, tilting it from time to time. Tarhos didn’t even bother to notice the nervous state that set in her eyes. He ordered Durkos and Alejandro for their assistance as Sander stood by the door as protection.

No comfort from the sting of the alcohol Alejandro passed to Tarhos. It was clear that he was fuming in some type of emotion. Which emotion though was undetectable. Durkos offered the bandages.

“Ow,” She winced softly. Tarhos briefly glanced up, continuing to wrap the wound moments after the exchange. His touch only softening a little. Hands moving to her other arm to see if there were other wounds that had went unnoticed. Being clear, Tarhos left with Sander and Alejandro. Durkos remained behind to clean her up. Making sure the minor cuts weren’t infected.

“We have underestimated you, my lady.” A slight muffled voice lures her out from her dream and back to reality.

“In all respects. We believed that you would be…standard for your class. Clearly that is not the case.” The cloth wiping against her cheek to gather the filth. He gets up. Wandering around the room, eyes scanning the room. He stood in front of the window and faced the stone wall.

He lingers longer.

Turning his gaze to hers. Failing to sense any unease from the woman. He went back to the window, fingers brushing over the dented barricades.

“Rest soundly, my lady.” He pushed one door open and made a quiet exit. Now alone in the room, she lies in the plush mattress on top of its covers. Staring up at the ceiling.

It started with a sniffle. Then the sting of the corners of her eyes. Her porcelain mask finally shattered as her sobs spilt from her mouth. She threw her good arm over eyes before resting the hand on her forehead as she cries.

Her town was destroyed. Family was gone, friends’ fate being unknown. Her Duke thrown into the dungeon and clearly tortured. And she was now kept by the monster against her will. The noblewoman now wonders if there even is a chance, a way out of this nightmare.

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Fresh sunrise lights the room, warming the stone made room. The lady’s nightgown rests as waves spilt on the covers as she remained a slumbering state. Her eyes opening as a flower blooming in the lenten. Slight puffy eyes from her weeps of the night.

A few knocks upon the door made her sit up in her bed. She got under the covers. A servant slips through the door and held her hands.

“Good marrow, my lady.” The woman greets. Just as the servant from last night her hands trembled lightly. She grips on the other to keep them steady.

She knew that voice.

“Rosuccia?”

The brunette looked up. Rosuccia, her dear friend was alive. Perhaps she wasn’t alone in this castle. The noblewoman got out of her bed and wrapped her arms tightly around her. Her face over her shoulder, against her neck.

“Gods, you’re okay,” She whispered, sniffling as Rosuccia places her hands on her back.

“Oh thank the gods that you are well!” She pulled away, holding her hands in her.

“When the others spoke of a woman, I did not think it would have been you.” Brushing her hair away from her face.

“I was sent to help you dress for the day.” The two decided on a dress before dressing her. Fixing the fabric and going to her hair, Rosuccia spoke up once more.

“There are only so little of us who were spared. The others are either tormented or killed.” She gathers her hair, braiding it. Adding ribbons within her hairstyle.

“My dear friend. He wishes to wed you.” She reveals, causing the noblewoman to freeze. The brunette places the braided hair into a bun and turn her to the mirror. The reflection revealed the dress. They were the most finest fabrics, biggest headpieces, lovely of patterns and colors.

The cotte; a complimenting color, the train following behind her, buttoned, the low neckline and sleeves fell down over her knuckles.

“A special occupation?” She questioned her dear friend. Rosuccia guides her to sit as she placed the socks over her feet. Placing her heeled shoes over before guiding her to rise.

“He requests for you to be in finer clothing.” She called out her name as she stopped at the door, looking back. A nervous smile forced upon her face.

“Please, be careful.” She opens the door as she waits for her to exit. Silence accompanied them on the walk down the long halls. Nothing dreads more than the large doors leading to the throne. Entering and having to walk closer to the knight felt like a ball chained to her body, dragging and slowing her down.

Tarhos’ eyes lingered through his helmet as he rose from the throne he now claims. He didn’t need to speak to know he was expecting her to follow. Into the garden, she stood by his side tensely. His armored hand taking her cheek into his palm. Cautious to not bother her peace.

“You will be able to eat soon enough.” Reporting as they cease their walking into the garden. The metal was cold, but his warmth by soul—rather what little he had less—made her fall into the touch for a brief second.

He caused it all.

She reminds herself. She restrains herself and pulls away from his touch.

“Why am I here?”

“To be my wife.”

“What?”

His hand went to the curve of her neck connecting to the shoulders.

“You are to be my wife.”

Rosuccia wasn’t lying. Her hell hasn’t even begun. He loomed down towards her face as she hit the stone structure and the her back.

“I have chased a feeling for my entire life I had once felt.” He lifted the hand up to her cheek. To others it would be a lover cupping her cheek. But the reality is a twisted sense of power.

“I want you to be there. I will wed you.” Tarhos demands in a stern, low voice.

The lady shoves his hand away as her brows twisted with fury and disgust.

“You set fire to my town. Destroyed my house, slaughtered the people, tortured our Duke and you stand before me expecting me to agree to marrying you?” She jabs a finger at his chest.

He could hurl her. Strangle her, beat her to death, use his claymore to strike her down if he really wanted to. But he doesn’t. He stands there and let her.

“You. Are like no other.”

“I should have never offered you that dance.”

“This isn’t about the dance.” Tarhos had a hand slither to her torso. It had rested on her ribcage.

“You fucking wod!” She shouts towards him.

“You’re mad. Absolutely mad…” The woman pushes him back to escape the stone wall. No efforts granted freedom from his grasp.

“What happened to you?” Tarhos didn’t respond. He releases her. His hands returning to his sides.

“I remain the same. That I have always has.” He took a flower within the garden. Half were ruined by the brutal attack. He placed it in her hair. A gesture more out of possessiveness, not love.

“Despise me all you wish. I will not let you go, and make you my wife.” He rolls up her sleeve to the right arm. His hands going over the bandage ghostly. The helmet tilted down. Expressing how much he wonders what had caused the injury.

“Come,” Tarhos guides her back into the grim castle. There within the room of an office were servants being watched by the Carnifex. Laying out a dress that was far more than appropriate for wedded bride. It was perfection. The houppelande of sorts filled with colors. Accompanied by fur. She could only imagine the jewelry that will soon come into play will enhance its beauty.

She stood still as she stares at the dress. Failing to notice the Knight snuck behind her. He raised her hand up, slipping a ring over her fingers.

“You will rule beside me. And you will be my wife.”

…

..

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A/N: Apologies for disappearing within writing for about 1-2 years so I wanted to make this one longer. It really can be my internal critic, but I think I’ve done much better writing. I also had to redo so much for getting the timeline lore incorrect so this kind of made me frustrated, haha. Hopefully you enjoy and maybe there will be a chapter three!

[ladykailitha]

King of the Day!

Hello and welcome to my Christmas AUvent Calendar! Every day from now until the 24th I will be posting a ficlet that is 500-1500 from an AU I've done over the years.

All stories will be marked with the tag #12 aus of christmas so you can follow along as I will only be tagging my permanent list for this (it would get too confusing otherwise).

The last one on our list is: Steve is Tattoo Artist verse. You can read the story here. All links will be to the first chapter, but the chapter itself will have links to the rest of the story.

The title comes from the European tradition of if the [insert object here] in the cake you were king for the day (I learned about it in my French three decades ago so if I got wrong sorry!).

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9 Day 10 Day 11

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Steve was facing the dilemma of topping Eddie’s Christmas from last year. Where his band Corroded Coffin got their first gold record, which had gone platinum earlier this year. But if everything went right and Gareth didn’t forget his present to Eddie then he might just win.

But as it was right at that moment it was a disaster.

“What do you mean you lost my order?” Steve asked through gritted teeth. “I called confirmed it only yesterday and every week for the last three weeks!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you sure you’re spelling ‘Buckley’ correctly? It’s B-U-C-K-L-E-Y. Yes with an E. Thank you!”

“No ma’am, I’m not saying that you’re dumb or anything of the sort,” he continued dryly. “I just wanted to make sure it was going to be here on time. It’s already out for delivery. Thank you!”

He set the receiver gently in its cradle and then picked it back up again. Once he heard the dial tone he slammed it several times for good measure.

“You do know that I’ve done this for the last five years,” Robin snarked from the entrance to tattoo shop, “as my job. I don’t know why you won’t let me do it for this.” She walked into the shop and leaned against the counter. “You’re just stressing yourself out over nothing.”

Steve laid his head on the desk with a sigh, letting the cool surface calm his rage. “I just wanted to make tonight special.”

She scooped up his hands in hers. “It will be special because he loves you. Now, let’s see it.”

He reached into his pocket and handed her a small red velvet box. She opened it and smiled fondly. It was perfect. It was white gold with ruby in the middle and framed by four black spinel gemstones, two large close to the ruby and two smaller stones on the outside.

Then she slipped it into her pocket. “I’ll just hold on to this for safe keeping. So what is the other thing you’re getting Eddie for Christmas? Because I know this is for after the gift giving.”

“Gareth is bringing it,” Steve said with a sigh. “Eddie is like a little kid looking for presents all the time and knows all my hiding spots.”

Robin laughed, because yeah. Steve’s boyfriend was like a kid when it came with presents, something Wayne had to warn him for when his birthday came up.

“I’ve been texting him nonstop reminding him to bring it,” he continued and then he handed her his phone. “Then he sent me this.”

It was a picture of Gareth in his car, a stack of presents in the passenger seat, and he’s giving the camera the middle finger. The caption read underneath, “I’ve got it! Quit your bitching!”

“Am I supposed to guess which one is yours to Eddie?” she asked rolling her eyes as she handed it back to him.

Steve rolled his eyes and jerk his head forward, holding his hands out like it was obvious. “Like the one wrapped differently then all the others?”

“Oh.”

~

The party was in full swing. Everyone was having fun, the booze was flowing, the food flying off the table and into happy mouths.

“I can’t believe you got me the entire new edition of the D&D manuals,” Eddie huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Like how am I supposed to compete with that?”

Steve kissed his cheek. “It’s not a competition, love. Despite what you and Gareth think.”

“Bah!” Eddie said. Then he got shy. “You did like your present, right?”

Steve tilted his to the side. Eddie had gotten him a custom apron that said, “King of this Castle” for him to wear while he was tattooing. “Of course I did. I loved it, baby. Chrissy is already trying to convince Robin and Vickie to get her and Argyle similar ones.”

Eddie shoved his hair in front of his face. “Yeah?”

Steve gently took the strand from him and tucked it behind his ear. “Yeah, sunshine. I promise.”

Robin gave him a pat on his shoulder as she passed by them.

It was time.

He took a deep breath and then grabbed his hand. “There’s one more present for you.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and then his eyes went wide. “Oh!”

“Last year when I gave you my grandfather’s ring,” Steve said, cupping Eddie’s cheek, “I promised that I would get you a ring that was all your own.” He lifted his left hand. “There is only room for one more.” He tapped the ring finger.

“Stevie...” he breathed.

Suddenly he was aware that everyone was watching them as Steve got down on one knee.

“Would you do the honor of being my husband?” He pulled out the red velvet box Robin had slipped him when she passed.

Eddie held his hands mouth, too overjoyed to speak and nodded. Steve slipped the ring on his finger. It fit perfectly and perfectly fit the rest of Eddie’s rings as Steve intended.

“I love you.”

Eddie pulled him to his feet and kissed him senseless. “Merry Christmas, Stevie.”

A cheer went up as Steve blushed and pressed their foreheads together. “Merry Christmas, Eds.”

“Does this make me the royal consort?” Eddie asked with a grin.

Steve threw his head back and laughed. He loved this man so deeply. “Yeah, babe. You absolute drama queen!”

Everyone laughed.

~

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[creepyscritches]

This may be an over-generalization but I think a lot of misguided home remedy type people are interested in options that work (or appear to work). And by that assumption, showing them things that actually work or showing them how their current methods lead to the opposite desired outcome can sometimes open the curious door to better resources. Idk, I don't think people are stupid. I think people can do stupid things, especially when they're scared. And when you're scared of a health issue, you may end up doing stupid shit like offering special tea to a loved one bc you think it'll cure their cancer. Arguably you would like better for this person, and the only tool you have is tea that doesn't work at best and at worst nullifies medicines. In my experience, meeting someone where they're at can look like asking what they know about their remedy and what they want from it.

Maybe they were on the right research track and got pulled into a snake oil rabbit hole. Kill the snake oil salesman but help the person tricked into buying snake oil. Did you know the USA's breadth of cancer knowledge is published publicly for anyone to access? We also have our international knowledge pool available. There are patient verbiage versions so you don't have to learn a quarter of oncology to follow their explanations. Did you know snake oil sells best when the salesman knows you are scared bc you haven't heard the medical GOOD news? Scientists have a shotgun in cancer's mouth, girl. My grandmother was able to beat cancer in 7 MONTHS bc of trust in her awesome doctors. Any "doctor" trying to make a sale with a treatment may as well be Dr. Kellogg to me.

Idk! I live in the south and work with the Affordable Care Act patient population so I spend lots of time demystifying and encouraging (very conservative) people to explore their options. In my experience, I discover most times that while conservatives are not more or less doctor-averse than others, they ARE more likely to have been misinformed about a health remedy (often by someone close to them who didn't even know the remedy was fake!). You cannot treat gout with cayenne and apple cider vinegar. The temporary relief may make you confident that your money saving solution works, but the disease process will continue to worsen and you will find yourself looking down the barrel of necrotic tissue + amputation. You cannot lose weight by injecting pregnancy hormones. A doctor charging you $1500 a month for a disproved "treatment" does not care if you gain weight or get sick from it. You do not have secret intestine parasites. You do not have secret toxins.

You are working so hard to ensure good health, but you are securing an early decline. At the very least, let me leave you with a list of trusted, peer-reviewed resources. You have the investigative initiative and the drive to make healthy decisions, so try applying those traits in a sphere that does not have anything to gain from lying to you about treatments.

People very rarely change their minds in front of you. Let me leave an objectively helpful foothold for you to explore other options. You stopped researching too soon, try these options next time you want to look again. Also you should know that special tea might kill your friend - - I have some dot gov sites with helpful charts you may appreciate.

[catwhoisawizard]

Hello gposers of Tumblr!

I would like to get to know you all better and get more involved in the FFXIV community here on tumblr! My particular blend of brain weirdnesses make it difficult to be consistent about making gposes myself, but I do it when I can. I haven't made any recently because I've been on a bit of a hiatus from the game for personal reasons, but I want to share some of my older shots as a start!

So without further ado, here's a short introduction to my current cast of characters! Please feel free to leave comments or send asks with questions about them!

Name: Zhera Anki

Age: 35 (as of DT)

Gender/Pronouns: Cis female, she/her

Orientation: Polyam Lesbian

Canon combat jobs: SCH/WHM/SMN

Canon non-combat jobs: BTN/CUL/ALC

Homeland: Limsa Lominsa (raised there), Ala Mhigo (born there)

Notes: Mixed race Keeper/Seeker. Her Keeper family is descended from survivors of Amdapor. Her Seeker father was a member of the Fist of Rhalgr. She is autistic and has utilized her hyperfixations and special interests to learn multiple difficult skills quickly. Buff.

Zhera is a former Storm Captain and veteran of the Primal Wars, the Garlean War, and the Final Days crisis. Now retired, she became an Archon (her specialty is aetherology and Allagan Summoning) and now spends her time raising her adopted child Hhemetso and working as a freelance botanist. She is close friends with her worldline's WoL, but played a secondary role in most of the events of the MSQ.

Name: Retha Othan

Age: 84

Gender/Pronouns: Trans female, she/her

Orientation: Polyam Pansexual

Canon combat jobs: RDM/SGE/WAR

Canon non-combat jobs: ALC

Homeland: Tenth Shard

Notes: Was AMAB, but learned alchemy and transitioned by using transformative potions similar to Fantasias that she made herself, and continued to make them to help others transition. Was an Archmage of the Red in her prime, but an injury caused her to lose the ability to use magic, and she didn't get it back until getting her new body in the Source. Was happily married to a man named Tavel and had multiple children and many grandchildren.

Retha is Zhera's reflection from the Tenth Shard. She was her world's primary WoL and saved it several times over, but living a hard life eventually caught up to her in her old age, leaving her frail and unable to help when the Ascians made their final move to Rejoin her Shard. She escaped by volunteering for a desperate last minute plan to use experimental magic to send someone's soul to another Shard in the hopes of bringing back help. The transfer succeeded and she found herself sharing a body with Zhera, her counterpart in the Source, only to learn that she was too late: due to unexpected temporal weirdness in the Rift, she had arrived 1500 years after her Shard was already gone. She has since gained her own body and is now building a new life in her new home.

Name: Kjet Anki

Age: 143

Gender/Pronouns: Non-binary, he/him

Orientation: Asexual

Canon combat jobs: WHM/BLM/MNK

Canon non-combat jobs: BTN

Homeland: Hingashi/Gridania

Notes: He is a Viqo'te, as his other mother was a Viera. He is the reincarnation of Deudalaphon and was forced to take on his predecessor's memories against his will; he developed his time travel spell by adapting techniques used in one of her abandoned experiments. He briefly tried to learn the Dark Knight arts, and his Ascian memories took form and consciousness as his Fray before he accepted them; she is now his headmate, calling herself Hephaestia, the name of the previous Deudalaphon prior to taking the Seat.

Kjet is Zhera's son from a separate timeline than her. In his timeline, Zhera lost the war with her depression when he was about 20 and she gave in to despair. In an act of desperation to fix the world, she summoned a perfected primal using her own soul as it's core. The resultant entity was a fusion of her at her lowest and Ifrit at his strongest, calling itself Zhera Ifrita. Following her mandate to "end war by any means necessary", she started a campaign of political manipulation via tempered thralls and eventually outright conquest to unite the entire world under one state, with herself as something akin to a god-queen preventing war via tempering and draconian social policies. While extremely talented with both White and Black magic, Kjet is ill-suited for violence, and was forced to spend over a century in hiding as he watched the world around him succumb to the monster wearing his mother's identity. Finally, in an act of desperation, he managed to develop a primitive time travel spell and used it to travel back to before Zhera lost her hope, but unintentionally made a split timeline in doing so (the method he used does that to prevent a paradox). He has since started building a new life in this timeline, but the threat from his home timeline is not gone...

[dazzlemebaby]

I want to write something special for when I hit 1500 followers :) if yall have any prompts or ideas, send them to my ask box or PM me directly. Good night 🫶