#Gil: life with worth living

[softquietsteadylove]

hello birdie 🖤✨

If you still take requests: I just saw a new Instagram post from Don Lee with an Hello Kitty umbrella.

So can I ask for some cute Gilgamesh? Maybe with mentioned umbrella.

🖤✨ Hugs and Love ✨🖤

Gil let out a satisfied 'ah!' as he finished his ramyun. He didn't miss Korea when he wasn't here, and he didn't look forward to visiting when they did. But he had to admit that convenience stores back home just couldn't compare to the ones here.

He didn't have to be biding time in a random convenience store. He was still someone of business here. He could have been at a bar, at a restaurant, enjoying a reserved booth at the races. But in truth, he didn't want anything to do with the business here. He didn't want to be associated with his family name.

And he was on vacation.

Thena and Imo were at some spa, enjoying some ladies bonding time. He was happy to leave them to it. He had strolled through some markets, watched tv from the window of a shop like the cranky old men in the neighbourhood. And when it started raining, he came in here.

There were magazines and comics to read, snacks, and eventually he had sat down with a whole cup of noodles--even melted some cheese on it. Thena had limited his home stash of it out of fear for his sodium levels. Men here wouldn't believe it--that a man of business was letting someone control what he ate.

But he liked that his wife wanted him to be in healthy condition.

Gil looked out the window again. It still wasn't letting up. Thena had said she would call him when she and Imo were leaving the place and on their way to pick him up. And it had only been an hour--for all he knew, that kind of thing could take two or three.

"Please!"

Gil turned and looked with wide eyes. The outburst was noticeable in the small store with no one else inside. It was the middle of the day; what was such a tiny voice doing alone?

The cashier shook his head, though. "It's not enough."

There was a little girl standing in front of the counter. She had an umbrella tucked into her elbow, counting out every won she had. "But it's all I have."

Gil got up from the counter, tossing his ramen cup in the trash and straightening his suit jacket. The cashier saw him coming from a mile away and braced himself. He obviously still looked like he was in the business, even with his tattoos as covered as possible. He pointed, "come on, man, isn't it close enough?"

The cashier shook his head. "I'm sorry, sir, it's not nearly enough for the umbrella."

Gil leaned over and peeked. He was right, she had barely enough for a musubi and some candy. He looked down at the kid, who looked up at him without an ounce of fear in her eyes. "Is this the one you want?"

She paused for a second, considering what she should tell him. Ultimately, she pointed to the stand with other umbrellas, for kids and adults. "I want that one."

"Which one? Show me," Gil nodded. The kid had no fear of him, though, waddling back to the stand with her current pick. She put that plain pink one back and reached for a hello kitty one.

"This one," she declared, waving it around. It was a little big for her, at her age. Or maybe she was just small, even for a child.

"Yeah?" Gil mumbled. He reached to look at the price of it. He looked down at the kid. "Pretty expensive."

Her little cheeks puffed up indignantly. "But eonni promised if I did her housework while she went out with her friends that she would give me the money for it."

"She did, did she?" Gil chuckled. The girl's sister was a scammer, plain and simple. She'd given her innocent kid sister a few bucks to shut her up and keep her dirty secrets. He pulled the umbrella out of the kid's grasp.

"Hey!"

"Oi, listen," he directed in his best stern Ajushi voice. "First: you're never gonna do anything for your sister again--I don't care what she promises."

"But she has to go shopping every-"

"Ah!" he cut the little girl off. Still, she showed no fear of him. Some annoyance, for sure, but no nerves. He crouched down, pointing his finger in her face. "She doesn't have to do any of that shit. She's lying."

The little girl gasped, hand to her mouth and everything. Probably at both his language and the revelation about her sister.

"No doing anything for her, unless you get the goods, got it?" he smirked. "That means she takes you there and she buys you the thing you want herself. Puts it in your hands, got it?"

The girl let him press the umbrella into both her hands, even shaking her into a little laughter. She nodded sharply, "yes!"

"Second: tell her that just because you have this now, doesn't mean her secrets are safe," Gil continued to advise as he reached into his jacket to pull out his wallet. He never carried cash around at home, but the kid was in luck. "You have what's called leverage: that means you have the advantage. If anything, she should be doing stuff for you."

The cashier watched the exchange nervously. He had his confirmation that Gil wasn't just some well meaning - well dressed - man enjoying a snack.

"And thirdly," Gilgamesh stood but leaned down to hand the kid the money, "tell him you want a receipt."

The girl took his instruction deeply seriously. She stood on her toes to hand the cashier the money (in a denomination she had never seen before). "I'd like a receipt, please."

The cashier nodded, hands shaking as he accepted the bill. He looked at Gilgamesh, silently pleading for help.

Gil narrowed his eyes at the guy. "Give her the change, man."

The girl held out her little hands, accepting the remaining money with starry eyes. "It's so much."

"Keep it," Gil excused easily as he took the umbrella and unwrapped it. "And don't tell your sister--or your parents. That's just for you."

"Thanks Mister!"

"Yeah, yeah," he held his hand to guide the girl out as she shoved the money into the little hello kitty coin purse she had. The automatic doors slid open and he looked back at the cashier, "just take care of her next time she's in here."

The cashier nodded, pale as a ghost.

Gil opened the umbrella over them both. "You like this cat, huh?"

"She's my favourite!"

Gil chuckled. Kids had it so easy. But he liked the idea that the hardest thing in this kid's life was an annoying older sister. He focused on holding the umbrella over his short companion, letting his left side get thoroughly rained on. "You in school?"

"Yeah."

"You good?"

"Hm," the little girl twisted her mouth.

"Yeah, me too," Gil laughed. The girl seemed relieved she wouldn't get a scolding for not being studious. "I wasn't good at math, or science."

She nodded, wide eyed that someone else shared her weakness.

"But that's okay," he shrugged down at her. "Just make a friend who's good at those things who can help you."

"A friend?"

What, did this kid not have friends? Maybe she was too nice and always letting others walk all over her. Gil bent slightly and smiled. "I've got a friend who's super good at math, and science. We work together, and she does way better than I do."

"Really?"

"Really," he confirmed. "We're a great team. And wanna know something?"

The girl nodded, making her pigtails move.

Gil grinned from ear to ear, "she's my wife, now."

"Really?" the kid gasped, her eyes going starry again.

Gil crouched down again, pulling out his phone. "She looks like a princess and everything."

The kid leaned over his phone, her mouth wide open. "She's so pretty!"

"She sure is," Gil huffed with pride in his chest. "She's the prettiest in the whole world. She's coming to pick me up."

"Don't you have your own car?"

What a rude question--he loved it. He stood again, groaning as his knees cracked. "We're here visiting my family. I have a car back home where we live together."

"Ah," the girl nodded, although he kind of felt like she didn't believe him. "Eonni!"

Gil looked up. Indeed, a persnickety looking teenager was walking over to them. He had no intention of beefing with another, only slightly older kid, but he didn't exactly smile at her.

"What are you doing talking to creepy old men?!" her sister barked at her from a distance.

"He's a nice ajushi," the girl defended from her position next to him. "He got me the umbrella. You told me it was enough but it wasn't!"

Actually, the sister had definitely sent this kid - without umbrella - in the rain to the store just to get her own umbrella, knowing she had set her up for failure? Man, business was business but that was low.

"Whatever, let's go," the teenager waved to hurry her.

Gil gave the teen another look before bending down and putting the umbrella in the kid's hand. "Remember everything I told you."

"Yes, sir!" she gave him her most respectful bow before tottering over to her sister, who immediately turned around and started heading home now that her attache was acquired.

Gil shook his head. He hoped the kid enjoyed her hundreds and kept them to herself. And if her parents did find out they wouldn't believe her anyway. Or rather, if they did, he wasn't going to be around for them to complain about it.

He pulled out his phone again. He hadn't needed to pull up a picture--Thena was already his background. She was in a pretty dress with fur around her shoulders and red lipstick. She said the colour was champagne or something like that; he had boldly claimed that only she could be beautiful enough to call plain old 'beige' champagne and make it look good.

They had been in Russia for an event, although he was pretty sure she had sneakily introduced him to some associates - maybe even family - of hers. He was trying to learn, but the Russian alphabet was really kicking his ass.

"You're good with kids."

He slipped his phone away with a grin. "You think so?"

Thena walked towards him, her own umbrella in hand, faintly white, casting an angelic glow down on her hair.

Gil received her, kissing her cheek and putting his hand at her back. "You look all sparkly."

"You think so?" she laughed, although she lavished in his affection as opposed to pulling away. She had missed him too. "Imo told me I had to try all these skin treatments they had. I'm starting to think I"m aging poorly."

"You're stunning," he pressed his lips to her cheek again. She felt all smooth and cool to the touch, too. "In fact, I told a little girl I was married to a princess. She seemed pretty starstruck."

"Lying to the youth," Thena shook her head at him with a grin. "Although the umbrella did suit you."

"I know it did." He liked things that contrasted his looks. It emphasized just how cool and tough he really was.

"Come on," she tugged at his blazer, avoiding the side of it that was now wet. "Let's get you home. You know Imo will scold you for this."

He sighed, following Thena under her umbrella to the car service. "What doesn't she scold me for? She'll probably tell me I should have gone to the spa just so I could hold your towel for you."

"She would not."

She would so. But Gil put his hand on Thena's waist. "I'm glad you had a good time."

"Hey."

Gil leaned in by reflex, pressing his lips to hers. He felt pretty neutral about Korea, he liked seeing Imo, and he liked visiting his mom. He hated having to do business with his dad. And the convenience stores were okay. And maybe he liked getting called Ajushi by a nice kid in a convenience store.

Thena pulled away, putting her fingers on his chin. She got that cat eyed look as she stared straight into his soul. "Hm."

"What?" This wouldn't be good.

"You had ramen--I can taste it on you."

[thatlittlered]

rings of power men | tropes

warning(s): light TROP spoilers, gn!reader used throughout

author's note: most of these will be turned into actual fics :)

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Elrond + friends to lovers

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As kind as summer, as gentle as the soft rays of sun upon your faces whilst you sit in each other's company and he is weaving, unbeknownst to you, tales of your wit and beauty in his mind; poems he would never dare show you. It was love long before either of you knew what to call it.

Gil-galad + opposites attract

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Born and raised the son of kings, Gil-galad has known nothing but duty during his lifetime. A King neither ventures, nor tries his hand at passing affections, and yet the curse of a still beating heart inevitably finds him when his lieutenant and trusted friend Círdan is apprenticed by a lovely lowly elf.

Celebrimbor + soulmates

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It is instant, absolute. As if the two of you were born a mystical creature, bearing two faces, four arms and four legs, until the Valar separated you and forced you to spend eternity searching for your other half. In the worst of times and the most unlikely of places, the search has come to cease. Alas, so has the time of peace.

Arondir + forbidden love

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The Silvan elf comes to respect the race of men for what they are during his time in the Southlands and whilst he dare not admit it, it does pertain with knowing you. It is hard to care for the hateful gazes of villagers when your own gaze is so tender under the moonlight, your hands cold and decisive when you touch him here where no one can hear or see. Though he has not tasted mortality, it must taste like you and the urgency you kiss him with, as if in fear the sun might never rise again.

Elendil + forbidden love, age gap

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This man was born to be your dutiful protector, loyal like no other and sworn to serve you as his ruler with everything he has. Loyalty and love tend to melt into each other, merge so that it is impossible to tell them apart. It is a tormenting, silent agreement that neither of you may speak on these feelings and yet, it... overwhelms.

Valandil + childhood sweethearts

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To know and love Valandil comes as easy as breathing air. You have been doing both for just as long, you think. Childish adoration blossoms in time until your souls are tethered and he will commit his life to earning rank and making it official, from the streets of Númenor to the edge of the world, where he hopes to travel with you.

Isildur + love triangle, second chance

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Isildur has always held a deep admiration for you, a childish infatuation even, but your bond with Valandil always comes before all and he happily accepts things as they are for a long time. Friendship is of equal, if not grander, worth and he considers both of you his dear friends above all. Until Valandil is killed, that is. The love each of you have for him and each other perseveres until grief threatens to swallow you whole. On the precipice of desperation, a teary kiss is meant to bring comfort. Yes, of course. That is what this must be.

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bonus:

Adar + enemies to lovers

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Sauron saw in you every weakness, every earthly, pathetic desire to be appreciated and loved when everyone and everything has been cruelly ripped from you. To be part of something larger than the pain eating away at your chest until your days in Middle Earth are over and you can find refuge in the arms of those who unlike you, gave their lives for a greater cause. He saw and took full advantage. Adar sees it now too when he looks at you; the agony of knowing you have played into the hands of evil itself just as he has. There is always a sliver of affection in understanding another, is there not?

[kanzakurawrites]

I read the first Hunger Games book for the first time (yeah, I know I know) and now all I can imagine is a Descendants Au of it.

Like, the villains keep having children, and the children are having children. The isle of so overpopulated, very quickly, and the only solution that the villains think of is making a group of children fight to death each year. This is eight years into the Isle. The goblins row the kids out to the Isle of Doom, and go back at the end of each week. Some are done in that first week, the longest went two months.

The first few times the kids tried not to, they are kids, but then the adults just killed them all.

Unlike the Hunger Games, they allow one male and one female to come out alive (this proves their worth, and their children could be "strong". Remember, these are villains trying to get off the Isle)

Jay ends up in three times, he comes out each of them just a little more haunted.

Mal goes in at ten, she comes out without her wings and half dead. Gil was in that year, and he saved her life. (He found out about her dad, because Mal's flames showed themselves and she survived too many attempts on her life. He becomes a shadow to her, and not even Uma's wrath will make him stop)

Evie ends up in there at 15, going in Dizzy's place. It was the quickest game the Isle ever had. She poisoned the remaining food and water, and thanks to her mother, she was able to go without it while waiting.

Uma and Harry were in together. Uma was 11, and Harry was 12. Ever since they've been inseparable, but they don't talk about what happened in there.

Carlos is a lucky one. His cousin Ivy took his place, and she burned the Isle of Doom to the ground. She's one of the few never allowed back there, as the next year's games weren't as entertaining for the oldest villains. (But that's the year they found out there's just a smidge of magic on the isle, because the few trees that were there grew back)

Many VK's try to disappear to avoid the games. Some live under the Isle in the tunnels, which has driven a couple mad.

And yet Auradon doesn't realize what is happening - or they just don't care.

[bucknastysbabe]

Hi! New to your page but OBSESSED with your writing for ✨pookie✨(Criston Cole), you truly produce some magic! Was hoping you might be able to write something post start of war where OC (Alicents Daughter, maybe Aemonds twin) is absolutely miserable. Castle vibes are hell, family just busy and angry and any betrothal in the woodworks for her is now put on the back burner. Thinking Criston has a soft spot for her, and shows the curious maiden how to pleasure herself and keep entertained while they all are busy waging war. (Love me some religious guilt as well so maybe they both refuse to do full on PnV?)

Pretty please 🙏🏼

HELLO POOKIE LOVER!!! I HAVE A SHORT DEPRESSING SWEET AND SMUT FOR ✨YOU✨ I'm so glad you enjoy me works, mwah!!!!! Means sm❤️💋

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Foul Red Keep Energy, Criston’s inability to not be a slut syndrome, religious guilt, religious fanaticism, background alicole, manipulation and rationalization, age gap of modern Day legal standards thank you, frottage, pillow humping, plus sized reader, dirty talk, innocence kink

Taglist: @aemondfairy @elaratyrell @elfven-blog @fairysluna @gil-galadaddy @lovelykhaleesiii @peachysunrize @starogeorgina @samthegreenapologist @towriteloveontheirarms @urmomsgirlfriend1 @zaldritzosrose

WC: ~2k

He can’t fuck her, Criston reminded himself. He can strip himself raw and come all over that pretty pale skin and soft tummy of the little princess. He felt like a sick fuck afterward, the knight was positive he was doomed.

He would stand on guard— brooding whether he was just that fucked in the head or perhaps it was the ‘Dornish’ lust in his blood. Fucking the mother, defiling the maiden. His back was raw and scabbed from the flagellant. Begging and shedding tears on the kneeler as he bloodied his back to purge the sin in his fetid heart.

Yet seeing her whimper and come all over his fingers was a sight— a reprieve in the dismal Keep. The way she’d cling to Criston, crying and squirming on his lap as he massaged and suckled on her lovely tits might be worth his inevitable burning in the lowest layer of the seven hells. She was a sad little thing, fearful since Aegon was put upon the throne, how could he not comfort her?

He was expecting to leave soon, regrettably, Harrenhal and more fire and blood were on the horizon. Criston didn’t taste the ashes and choking miasma of death when he was kissing the lovely little princess. She tasted sweet and innocent, too soft for such circumstances. She had a fierce dragon, and Aemond would call her to arms.

He wanted to take her and run. Alas, he had a duty to live and die by the family he swore himself to. It was the only thing Criston cared for. A win, even if his life was the cost. Then his pretty girl could get married and live alright, with no threat of her head getting lopped or dying by dragon fire.

Criston had her in his lap now as he brooded, eyes scanning over documents he wasn’t meant to understand. He was a warrior, not nearly sharp enough to fill Otto Hightower’s shoes. He exhaled, rubbing the soft velvet of her dress. She was curled up, straddling him, soft blonde hair nestled under his jaw.

“Sweetling?” He rasped.

She mumbled sleepily, “Mhm Ser?”

Criston smiled a little, a faint curve of the corners of his lips. She was so precious to him. His little shadow when he was in the keep. Criston wasn’t complaining, he felt more alone than ever and for some reason, the Gods only knew, the young woman adored the knight.

He slipped his fingers through her platinum hair, hand sliding over to gently grip her chin. She looked like her mother and Aegon— big doe eyes, pouty lips. The princess had those purple eyes, they always tried to peer into him. It escaped Criston how his blackened insides didn’t run her off.

“Are you tired, princess?” He asked.

She shrugged, eyes searching his. Plump lips twitched before she asked if he was restless.

Criston’s hand caressed her soft cheek, lips curling up once again. He murmured, “You keep me restless, sweetling.” She made a soft noise, the sound going straight to Criston’s cock. He needed her, now, preferably before the guilt ate at him too much and he’d send the princess away with a guard.

He stood up, lifting her along with him, lips traveling along the pale column of her neck. The darling dressed like a damn septa, her chemise up to her chin. Criston had already untied it early so he could have access for times like now, pressing lush kisses and playful nips as she whimpered.

“You’re such a good girl, always reading, reciting your prayers,” he rambled, laying her down on his bed. The princess whined, arching into his heavier frame.

“I’m not being bad am I?”

Criston was about to open his mouth, hands pushing up her dress, stopping at her plush thighs. His dark eyes studied her lips as she spoke.

The blonde got on her elbows, achingly innocent, that little furrow between her brows tightening. She spoke softly and quietly as if spilling a secret. The princess murmured, “I- I was rereading the passages in the Seven Pointed Star. As long as my maidenhead is intact, I honor the father and maiden by being pure that I’d be safe. Y-you’re just comforting me, teaching me how to be a good wife, while respecting my maidenhead.”

He stared more.

“Right Ser Criston?”

Cole felt his heart ache worse than any wound physically inflicted. The poor thing was rationalizing and he wasn’t going to challenge it. Criston nodded, stroking her soft curls, his other hand up under the velvet of her green dress, stroking her hip, holding back from gripping the abundant flesh.

He spoke gently to the little lamb, lips ghosting her pout, “Yes, that’s it, in uncertain times like this, I wish to make you feel better. We’ll pass this war and you’ll be a sweet little wife. So good and pious, shush now princess.”

If he heard her speak of the faith again he might cry. So Criston flipped her over, undoing her dress. The thick layers, the kirtle— the Marcher could do it with his eyes closed. The Princess kept her chemise on, a farce, Criston would have it shoved up or unbuttoned.

She shivered as he leaned over her frame, pulling her against his clothed cock. Criston groaned, Gods, she was soft and plush. He nuzzled at the nape of her neck, calloused hands rubbing flared hips, whispering, “How you manage to be a light in this dark keep is a miracle.”

Yet here he was, dimming said light.

She squirmed against his hard cock, panting. Criston would play with her for hours if he could, alas, he didn’t like her to cry. He figured it was time to pose a lesson of sorts. The knight racked his brain, eyes landing on one of those stiff, rounded pillows.

“Sweetling, princess, grab that pillow, you see it don’t you?”

She grabbed it, lavender eyes casting over her shoulder as Criston chuckled nastily. So innocent, his dark heart said. He nosed at her silken shoulder, adjusting her into sitting on the pillow, making sure she was leaning forward a little.

“Criston,” she whined, looking at him again, lips trembling. He loved when the princess got all red, pallid skin blotching. He hummed, almost straddling her from behind, flush to her back and ass.

“This is for when your lord husband might be busy, or you need to relax. Probably good for when you’re with child and…not as spry. When I have to go, you can do this, it’s easy, take it at your pace right now.”

Criston grinned when she whimpered, hips jerking forward. He pressed closer, a hand undoing her chemise further, getting a handful of her ample tit. She moaned, always so sensitive, hips beginning to jerk forward and back. The brunette’s other hand steadied itself on her lower belly, kneading at the layer of flesh.

So fucking soft. Gods, gods, why?

His calloused hand massaged at her breast, the princess whimpering and moving quicker, grinding down onto the pillow, her ass rubbing Criston’s aching cock in the process. He panted against the crook of his shoulder and neck, mouth hanging open. Never did he get so undone without fucking pussy.

Except her.

“Does that feel good Princess?” Criston practically cooed, plucking at a stiff nipple, the Princess gasping wetly, her eyes shut tight. She reached back, one of her trembling hands lacing over Criston’s, mewling for him.

He bit at her neck, lapping after, the sweet gesture of their interlaced fingers sending his possessive streak into overdrive. Criston growled under his breath, rutting now, driving the blonde to move in jerks, biting at her full lips to keep from squealing.

“That’s it, sweetling, keep it up, make yourself feel good,” he rasped, licking and nipping up a racing pulse. She shivered from head to toe, head leaning back onto the knight’s shoulder as she huffed and whined, fucking against the pillow, angling herself to grind against her clit.

“Close, m’close Criston, please,” came her needy pleading, eyes hazy with pleasure as Criston marked her neck up, squeezing her hand as a lifeline. His hips stuttered as he coaxed his baby, no- the princess along.

He rested his cheek against hers, using his hips to guide her along at a breakneck pace. Criston groaned lowly, rasping, “Here we go, can’t sit and grind on your pretty petals for hours, you’ll get too sensitive, y-you’ve got to push it, like this, yeah sweetness, fuck, fuck!”

Criston trailed off as his cock twitched in his breeches, full and swollen and ready to pop. He had half a mind to just take her right there and then. Yet her cries of ecstasy and mewling paralyzed Criston’s dark thoughts.

He’d do this every night, any time, anywhere to get another sick thrill.

“Yes! Yes! Like this- oh g- gods, Ser! Mm, I'm close Ser,” she cried out, a ragdoll for Criston’s delights now. The princess turned to kiss him, a rare gesture, plush lips smacking against his fervently as they grunted and rutted in a frenzy. The Marcher gasped into her wet mouth, feeling like a dog drooling over meat.

Criston needed her to come first, suckling on her fat bottom lip, pressing harder, mumbling desperately sweet things he wouldn’t remember. He begged, “Yes sweetling, I can feel you, let go for me, come on, I'm with you darling, my precious girl.”

It was a muffled shriek and Criston’s pitchy cry as they messily kissed, rutting like animals, the princess spurring Criston on into emptying into his pants with ragged breaths, cursing and shivering. She fared no better, coming apart as pretty as she always did, making sure Criston could almost feel it.

They kissed through the aftershocks, lips all swollen and wet, Criston pulling her atop his body as he laid back onto the bed, lazily stroking the maiden’s back. She was quiet for a moment longer, basking, cheeks adorably flushed. She nuzzled his jaw and cheek like a kitten, sleepily mumbling, “Don’t make me leave yet, please Ser Criston? That was…a lesson…I don't want to be alone.”

He kissed her forehead, muttering some nonsense about giving her some time. Criston couldn't say no. It was more time to spend in fantasy. He could feel that small iron altar of the seven-pointed star awaiting him anyway. What was a few hours more in sin?

“I won’t leave you, my dear,” he lied.

[katzkinder]

Hi yes hello I’m feeling so very emotional about the relationship between Servamps and subclass

It’s like

You gave us a chance

You gave us a place to be

This life that was forfeit became worth something, because you reached out your hand

The subclass we see adore their Servamps, whether they’re deeply involved in their lives or not.

The Servamps aren’t gods

They’re people.

Regular humans given extraordinary power.

And perhaps that’s why so many subclass are so… Devoted

What did you see in me. How lucky am I, that you were there when I needed you. I want to repay you. I want to live for you.

I want to make you proud of me

Thank you, thank you, thank you

Despite how you may view yourself and your existence… To me, there is worth.

You are here for this very reason. And so am I.

It’s something beautiful. From little Kate, who took her happy memories with her into the sky, to Gil and Ray, who infiltrated an organization dedicated to their oppression for the sake of the woman who saved them, to Bad B and Good B, who live to serve, to Sagami, who lives to love

Every subclass who is given a name has been given the opportunity to show, even if just a little bit, the gratitude they have towards the ones who gave them life.

Team M most of all.

Because what greater act of love is there than to save someone when they refuse to save themselves

Servamp is an unbearably kind story. As it comes to a close, I’m happier than ever I got to experience it over so many years

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

Gunsmith x Reader backstory part 1? Yea, that's what it's looking like.

Life hadn’t been particularly easy. Moving to the top plate exhausted all of your funds and on top of it, the shitty shop that hired you as a gunsmith didn’t pay you enough to live in comfort. To add on to your pains you’ve caught the eye of Shinra’s General Affairs. 

“You have .62 cents in your bank account.” Tseng states blandly, following suit as you round the counter centered in the middle of the weapon store. The wall behind you is lined with rifles, numerous glass cases lining the walls of the small storefront. Some filled with ammo, others filled with different handguns, shotguns, knives, and a variety of firearm accessories.  

“Mm?! That’s not even a full gil.” Reno said with a stifled laugh, looking at Rude just to see his face scrunched in a similar manner as he tried to contain his own smirk. 

Wanting to keep the distance you made between yourself and your intruders, you put your hand up to stop Tseng from fully following behind the counter, gesturing towards the ‘Employee Only’ sign. “Why do you know that? Is nothing off limits to you?” 

“No.” That was shameless, almost respectfully so. Tseng has come by time and time again trying to offer you a job with them because your work with weapons is nothing more than a wasted talent in your current work environment. You know Tseng isn’t wrong, it would be a hell of a step in the right direction. 

Efficient, unbelievably quick, with a very good eye for what may be the slightest problem with a weapon. Any time Tseng bought a weapon, you were capable of working magic in terms of repairs and upgrades. 

“You clearly need money. Your work is remarkable, imagine if you’re given equipment that is far better than what you work with. There isn’t a thing Shinra would fail to provide you.” 

Tseng’s offer didn’t seem to sway your opinion very much, only being met with a rather unimpressed expression.  

“My father? I don’t think I can get another one of those, could I?” 

Right, there was a little bit of a grudge with Shinra. Your father wasn’t some sort of hero or memorable name marked in the books of Shinra’s history. He was a field worker, maintaining mako reactors and doing field work on the area surrounding the reactor. Your father hadn’t been much of a fighter which led to his death. 

Having been sent to fix a pipe that burst outside of the reactor. With no guards to protect the small team repairing the mako line and little to no physical training the team easily fell to lingering fiends. 

It was a purely careless mistake on Shinra’s behalf. They didn’t even bother to help your family bury a man who dedicated his life to their cause. ‘Whatever that may be.’ 

“You don’t even protect your own people. I’d be no different.” Nearing the point of ending the conversation. This back and forth was more tiresome than a week's worth of work and it was written all over your face. It would take more than a nice paycheck to get you to work for them.  

Reno chimes in, inching closer to where you and Tseng are standing “I don’t see why you’re so set on this one boss,” Giving you a quick up and down glance before carrying on “we’re offering more money than you’ll ever see plus housing. You may be top plate now, but the apartment you live in is just as bad as the place you had in the slums.” 

He had a point. The apartment only looked better, it was still run by slumlords who couldn’t give two shits about keeping the property in perfect condition. Getting them to do the bare minimum to pass building inspections was a wonder in itself. 

There were other people that could be hired for something as simple as being their gunsmith, but Tseng was absolutely dead set on having you fill that role. Refusing every offer that was thrown his way despite Rufus finding more than a few perfect matches. If Tseng didn’t find them worth their time, they wouldn’t get the job. 

Not that you applied. 

Tseng became a regular customer earlier in the year. Often stopping by for small repairs or modifications, sharing drawn out conversations about possible things you could do for weapons. On occasion purchasing ammo. Most of the time he’d come back with a task, seemingly increasing in difficulty each time he came in. When you dwelled on it, you couldn’t help to think that maybe it was all just a test. 

“We’ve grown as a company and learned from past mistakes. I can ensure that you will be kept safe by Shirna, you would have no worries y/n. Accidents like those will never happen again.” Tseng tried to be reassuring, though his voice was far from it. He doesn’t have an idea on how he could lure you into their side and by your disinterested gaze he can tell you aren’t buying it. 

Allowing a moment of silence go by, watching your unwavering expression before sighing in defeat. Taking you by force wasn’t an option, not that he wanted it to be. Tseng wants your full cooperation. 

“Think it over. I’ll be in touch.” Before leaving Tseng hands you a black business card, the number to one of his work PHS on it along with his name and Shinra’s logo. 

To your own surprise you pocketed the card rather than throwing it away. There wasn’t any way you’d be weak enough to work for Shinra. Something in the back of your mind was begging you to hold on to that card, it might come in handy later. 

[headcanons-n-shit]

how they move in with you (ff14 bois)

Thancred

What starts as “it’s too late to send you to an inn, stay here for the night” leads to “yeah i grabbed an extra toothbrush for you its on the bathroom counter” which turns into “this is your half of the closet :)”, and the next thing you know you’re waking up to the sound of him puttering around in the kitchen in the morning like he usually does. It feels like the most natural thing in the world. 

Urianger

You catch him sleeping in his workspace. There’s a padded bench and a warm-looking quilt, but it’s. Sad. It’s really sad, and you’re not going to stand for it. You bully him into your apartment and onto your couch/into the spare bedroom, and he just kind of. Forgets to leave. And you forget to kick him out. And the next thing you know his research is spread out on the kitchen counter and his favorite biscuits are in the cupboard and youre drinking the weird fermented tea he likes and handing him a mug when he wanders into the kitchen in his sleep clothes, all bleary eyes and rats-nest hair and.

Well. Youre certainly not going to kick him out now.

G’raha

Like a true cat: you bring him in from the cold ONE night, feed him ONCE, and the next thing you know there are piles of pillows in the sunniest spots in your house, scratches on the doorframes where he likes to swing around in his speed, and books. Everywhere.

Estinien

You dont so much invite him to live with you as you just. Dont object. You wake up in the morning and hes crashed on your couch, as unobtrusively as he can, his lance resting against the back and his armor in a little pile next to him. When you turn around hes gone, but theres his clothes in your laundry pile and his part of the grocery gil in the dish and his cheap romance novels on the coffee table. At some point he stops crawling onto the couch in the middle of the night and starts crawling into your bed instead, starts washing the laundry on weekends and watering your plants when youre out, and you couldnt rightly say when it started, but youre not about to stop it now.

Aymeric

You dont even realize whats happening until its already done. What starts with him not wanting you to stay in a place as dangerous as the forgotten knight (especially when you seem to make a sport of pissing off temple knights) turns into you asking to crash in his mansion whenever you get back from a clan hunt, which becomes you crashing at his place whenever youre in town, which becomes you making your travel plans with his house in mind, and then the next thing you know his majordomo is greeting you with "welcome home" and.

Yeah. His mansion is home for you now, isnt it.

Haurchefant

He is absolutely in love with your home. No, really. Hes lived in a lot of different places in his life, but your home is just so. You. And maybe he has to suddenly budget astheryte travel into the camp dragonhead budget, but. Its worth it for the opportunity to call your home his. To wake up to you every morning, to bump hips with you in the bathroom, to kiss you goodbye before you both leave for work.

Sidurgu

You got the house from Edmont after the Dragonsong war, and honestly you’ve only ever stayed in it once. You couldn’t bear to, not after. Haurchefant. Estinien. Nidhogg. Everything. But a fire tears through the Brume, and whether be it a candle left unattended or an intentional spark Sidurgu and Rielle find themselves with nowhere else to go. 

You really don’t mind though. A house should be lived in, and though you know they wouldn’t have accepted it under any other situation, you watching them settle in you cant help but feel like this place is a little more like home.

[moreespressoformydepresso]

What are your honest thoughts on all Descendants boys? From both books and movies?

Oehh that’s a good question! I’ll base most of this off of the movies because I remember them more clearly. Sorry this is so late, I needed some time to sort out my thoughts. Let’s see:

Ben: cutie, golden retriever energy, needs to grow a bit more of a spine but as a recovering doormat I vibe with him.

He’s got a good heart, and he’s definitely going places, but I have no idea who decided a 16-year-old should be king. Hilariously, he’s a better king than his dad because he cares about all of his people, not just the “heroes”. But still, he’s 16, let him have his dumbass teenage years. He’s still in his phase of wanting to please everyone and that isn’t gonna lead to the best decision making. You’re king, Ben, you can overrule your girlfriend’s selfish idiotic plan of closing the barrier. Just tell her “the barrier was opened for you to come through too. If those kids aren’t worth the risk, does that mean you aren’t either? Should we throw you back?!” And she’s change her tune real fast. You gotta give some tough love sometimes.

Jay: cool, I wanna know his gym routine, pretty funny but rash, needs Carlos to temper his brand of crazy (love their bromance).

I love the narrative parallels to the movie Aladdin. Jafar thought himself so far above a street rat and now he’s raised his son to be one so he can continue being a con-man. In the movies, Jay is actually a very accurate representation of your upbringing shaping you into who you are. All Jay knows is stealing, he’s never been taught to pay if he doesn’t have to, so to him stealing’s perfectly fine. It’s normal. It’s a lot more subtle than the whole “who doesn’t like being evil” bit, but the core idea is the same: when all you’ve ever known is one perspective, that’s gonna feel like the objective truth because you’ve never had a chance to try a different one.

Carlos De Vil: Best (movie) Boy, my baby, I love him. What a little nerd (affectionate).

He’s a big part of why I willfully ignore the absolute stupidity that is the third movie’s ending. I’m sorry Mal, wtf is wrong with you??? You set your supposed friend’s abuser free for nothing but some empty platitudes and dare suggest you’ve become an empathetic person?!?! In the books, we get a lot more insight into just how horrible of a mother Cruella is, but even in the movies we see he’s had it bad because of how jumpy and nervous he is. Disney is still Disney so we don’t get much of the healing process, but we see how he calms down and adjusts to a normal life over the course of the movies when he’s out of the bad situation, which is pretty good by Disney standards. Cameron Boyce did an amazing job playing him (R.I.P Cameron) and seeing an abuse victim get comfortable within their own skin and getting the happy ending they deserve is always fun.

Harry Hook: Insane (affectionate), most fashionable drama queen ever, absolutely crazy, more than a few screws loose but in the best way possible, he’s hilarious.

So on the surface, Harry’s pretty simple. A dude who’s lost his marbles and flirts with everyone. He probably has some kind of moral compass, since he didn’t rip Mal’s throat out with his hook when she revealed her little stunt in D3, but it fell overboard at some point and couldn’t be found so nobody knows what it is except Harry himself. Also, he has his sane moments, like during that same confrontation in D3 I mentioned before where he says “And you, King Benny... you're probably gonna throw us all back inside.” It’s the first time I’ve heard him sound… not like Harry. It’s sombre and defeated, a little disappointed maybe? Either way it’s really good acting and it implies he can act completely “normal” but he just chooses not to, which makes me like him even more. He’s just a dude living his best life despite the circumstances he was born into.

Gil: adorable, hilarious, kinda clueless but in a good way.

I love characters that have no idea what’s going on half the time but are absolute sweethearts trying their best. He’s like- the opposite of his dad in every way and I’m living for it!

Gaston Jr and Gaston the third: I don’t have much to say on them, let alone separately, so they get a section together.

Honestly? I don’t remember having an opinion of them. They made Evie happy by wresting, which is cool so they get points for that. Seem like they’re trying to out-gentleman each other to win Evie’s heart and since they’re not being creepy assholes about it they are objectively better than their dad. Very much brawl over brains, the two of them, with their constant wrestling reminding me of Carlos and Jay except they’re both the muscle. Kinda cute sibling relationship, even if it’s in a VK-typical villain-flavored way.

Anthony Tremaine: squeeeee, my type is pretty boys who sigh in annoyance at everything, I guess? We only get scraps but I happily cradle them to my chest.

Uhmmm so Anthony’s personality is mostly up for imagination? The only canon information we have is that he’s most likely Anastasia’s only kid (someone on Tumblr pointed out that, in the scene with the wicked step-daughters, he’s referred to only as their cousin, not their brother) and he’s very bored with his cousins’ antics. Given A Twist In Time the potential drama is endless. Every time Anthony’s mentioned we’re reminded he’s pretty and has good style, and I love that for him. Dude lives on an isle of junk and still looks like a supermodel. Lots of room for my own ideas while still remaining within the realm of “could be canon” with just enough base in there that I’m not just creating an OC, and as a writer and artist that’s all I need tbh.

Hadie: cute, deserves better, I need more of him and Mal bonding

Mal’s half-brother, son of Hades, very cool. I like that he’s trying to turn good and having a hard time, because that’s very realistic for someone who grew up not knowing anything other than evil. Descendants 2 tried to tackle it with Mal, but failed miserably. We know Hades sucks as a parent in descendants (neglect is abuse) so that’s not gonna help him.

Dough: Awww he’s so cute with Evie 🥺

No really that’s it. He’s a nerd that gets the girl, has some very funny moments, but honestly most of his character is centered around Evie? And they’re cute together it’s not a bad thing but there isn’t much to analyze. He’s understandably pissed about someone like Chad getting all the girls while using them, but that’s also only ever seen in relation to Evie.

Chad Charming: what a bitch (derogatory), total coward, I hate him but he’s funny.

So I have no issue with characters who conduct themselves terribly (I love Audrey, (fanon) Anthony, Uma, and many others from many fandoms) if, and that’s a massive IF, they have a good reason for it. And I’ll count “because I can and I want to” as a good reason, because by that point you have someone who’s mean and owns it. I can appreciate the self-awareness and usually those characters are very extra so it’s entertaining. If not that, there needs to be a reason they are the way they are. Audrey has the pressure from her grandmother (and the borderline verbal abuse), Uma has the very real grievance of living in squalor on a run-down island full of the worst of humanity because she was born, what does Chad have? He’s spoiled. A spoiled brat. And he goes from that to an overtly whimpering coward with none of the pretense of superiority in any field. His one saving grace is that he’s a massive joke.

Diego De Vil, Clay Clayton, Gonzo, Jace and Harry Badun, Herkie, Aziz, Jonas, Lefou Deux, Li Shang Jr, everyone else I missed: no opinion, because they’re not relevant enough for the writers to give them a personality.

I have nothing I’m sorry. I barely remember reading their names and I don’t remember anything from the scenes they’re (mentioned) in to get an idea of what to talk about here.

That was… a lot lmao

[hazelkjt]

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

Since I got so many asks for this prompt I’m just gonna put answers for all my characters, answers below the read more!

(Thank you also to @lilbittymonster and @fairygodpiggy for sending in an ask!!)

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OC Ask List!

- Hazel has quite a few hobbies, but the one that helps her calm down or unwind the most is settling down with a new book to read. She’s loved reading ever since she was little, her mother reading stories to her almost every night for years. A good portion of the floor in her Ishgard apartment is covered with her collection of novels and history books.

- Claire is someone who tries to say she doesn’t have hobbies, mostly to try and get people off her back and not get too friendly with her. In reality she does have a few, such as collecting precious gemstones. She doesn’t use them for jewelry or anything, just to have a nice rock collection. She lost her original collection when she ran away from home, her late friend Denrick providing the beginnings of it from his job.

- Derrinall lost touch with a lot of his old life before coming to live in Ishgard, but he’s been making the most of it. Currently he’s been occupying his free time with learning wood sculpture carving. He’s not that great at it currently but that’s why he’s so invested in it. Having something that he can work hard to become better at helps pass the time more than something he already is good at, like his harp playing.

- Fish has a junk pile in his quarters on The Enduring Deeds. None of the parts are rusted or unusable, but the pieces of scrap metal and bits of broken magitek are seen by others as not worth finding a new use for. Fish takes them and, when he has free time, tinkers around making little nothings with them. Tiny flying drones or a little remote control carriage, small toys essentially. When they make landfall he sets up a small stall to sell these magitek toys for cheap to kids.

- E’venna loves to play Triple Triad. She can’t read the names of the cards but she does recognize the numbers on them, which is all she needs really. All of her cards are ones she found either thrown away by others or bought for very little Gil off other players who didn’t want the cards for their own decks. They aren’t the best cards but they’re enough to let E’venna and her siblings play a few games, each with their own unique decks.

- Perseverance has all but claimed Hazel’s portable Orchestrion player for herself at this point. She loves listening to music, being caught on multiple occasions singing or humming along to whatever the current track is. Percy’s been asking Hazel to get her one for herself so she doesn’t need to keep borrowing her mother’s, to which she was told “maybe for your Nameday.”

[escherstrange-ffxiv]

#5: Stamp

"The Hingans call it a hanko. You know how their names aren't written in Common? That makes it hard to sign their names so they carve it onto a little wooden block and use that as their signature."

Escher sidled up to the skeptical Lalafell, his thumbs and index fingers framing the room in front of them. "Picture this: no more hand cramps. You need to authorize someone to enter Labyrinthos? Boom, stamp. Issuing a document of entry to a visitor? Boom, stamp. I guaran-damn-tee you that you will save up to an hour of your life a day."

"We already have stamps of authority-"

"-But you still have to sign around it somewhere. What I am describing here is literally an inked stamp of my signature." He mimed his signature in the air. "Prof. Escherichia Coli, Studium Faculty of Magic. A signature and two tiny lines, that's all I'm asking for."

"That's a wax seal. You just described a wax seal."

"A wax seal is for filthy rich nobles; I am neither filthy, nor rich, nor noble." Despite building a massive space-faring rocket, Sharlayans were big sticks in the mud when it came to modernizing the little things in life. "Like the Hingans, this will be the common man's seal."

"What happens if someone steals your stamp? They could steal your identity with it!"

"Olin, this is for science. We are Sharlayans and it is our way of life to offer ourselves first and foremost in the name of progress. That is what I am doing right now, and when this catches on, you will look back and wonder how did we ever live with cramped hands." Escher paused briefly before adding, "I will be paying for your time and craftsmanship, just so you know."

The stamp-maker twiddled his mustache, squinting at Escher before grunting, "Fine. Come back in a sennight."

"A sennight?! The Hingans can get it done in half a day-"

"So go to Kugane and get it done in half a day, then, though I suspect the time and gil isn't worth the effort, eh?" Twelve damn the genius who made all Lalafell the same. "Look, it's an easy job but I've got a list of stamps to make that are higher priority for now. Unless the Forum decides that your experimental stamp can be bumped up the list, one week is the soonest I can get to it."

"Fine. I'll see you in a week." Escher sighed as loud as the gil clinking on the desk. On the way back to the Studium his thumb pressed on the palm of his right hand, massaging his hand from fingers to wrist.

He thought of the mountain of paperwork that awaited him and his heart weighed a ponze heavier that day.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Yves Kloss - Act 2 Ch. 14 - Dramatic Route Ending

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary. I know this Master List is delayed, but eh, it was my first translation project, and I had no idea of what I was doing.

Please note: Only his common route and Dramatic route are translated/summarized.

Alt translations are marked as ///

T/L notes are notated at the bottom of the post with***

Upon returning to Obsidian Palace, Yves was tended to by the Imperial Family’s personal physician. He then meets with Gilbert, Chev, and Emma.

Yves: Sorry, I’m back later than planned. 

Chev: ………… 

Gil: Wow, you’re a little torn up, aren’t you? 

Yves: It’s not as bad as it looks. In fact, I’m amazed at your medical technology. Thank you for your prompt treatment.

Gil: I didn’t like it. (That he received treatment). But how could I do nothing when a guest of honor comes back here injured? My physician was happy that he was able to suture you up so much. 

Yves: Thank you for his time.

Gil: Besides, there’s no harm in selling a favor since we’ll be cooperating from now on. 

Yves: I hope we can deepen the friendship between our countries. By the way….may I ask what happened to Horst and the others? 

Gil: What difference does that make?

Yves: Thanks to them I learned a lot about the Kloss family. I don’t want to just hand them over and be done with it.

Gil: It’s the same thing with the mansion. You seem to like doing meaningless things.

Yves: Even if it’s meaningless it can turn into something important in the future. 

Gil: I don’t think it’s worth the time.

Yves: Still, please.

Gilbert stares at him and lets out a small sigh at Yves’ plea. 

Gil: I don’t know what you’re expecting, but of course they must be executed. What’s with that look of disapproval on your face? The culprit who attempted to end your life was a guest of the Imperial family. He must be punished accordingly. You are a king of a kingdom, don’t you understand?

He has a point. If something happened to Yves it would’ve been a diplomatic issue, Emma reasons to herself. But…

Yves: Prince Gilbert, I’d like you to reconsider the death penalty.

Gil: That’s a surprise…….

Yves: Rhodolite will not charge anything against Obsidian for this matter. “I was injured due to a personal conflict” -can’t you go with that?

Gil: That kind of naïve judgment doesn’t work in Obsidian. If you are kind and forgiving, then you’ll be taken advantage of. In this corrupt country, there is no place for your kind of thinking. Kill or be killed those are the only options in Obsidian.

His eyes are dark and slightly murderous. Emma again admits to herself that Gil has a point. In Obsidian, Yves’ kindness is fatal. 

Yves: Still…….please. He is both a perpetrator and a victim. I feel as if he could be redeemed. 

Gilbert: ……Oh, no. You’re so good-natured it’s disgusting. 

Yves: ………..

Gilbert: Then, let’s do this. Instead of just listening to your request///Then, let’s do this. In exchange of doing you a favor.

Gilbert: Just once - you cannot refuse my request. You must obey my command, so to speak. If that’s the case, then I’ll yield.

Yves: I will not accept any command if national interests are at stake.

Gilbert: Eh, stingy. 

Yves: ….I will accept anything I can personally obey.

Gilbert: Well okay. That’s not a bad deal since I will be able to use you - whom I hate - like a slave. Roderich, cancel the execution and let them live. 

Roderich: Yes, your highness.

Yves looks relieved by the overturned sentence. 

Ragna: Your Majesty, here.

Yves: Thank you. Prince Gilbert, the information we’ve promised about Tanzanite, Achroite and Ruby. 

Gilbert runs his eyes over the received document. 

Gil: There isn’t much here. Are you going to be sending out messengers?

Yves: Yes, there are 8 princes of Rhodolite and I will send them all as emissaries to these nations. It may take some time, but the truth will eventually come out.***

Gilbert: You’ve got a lot of confidence.

Yves: Becaue my brothers are all capable. 

Gilbert: More than you?

Yves: …………

Gilbert: Haha I’m just kidding. You are the king, so you must be the most capable of the eight. 

Yves: Well, I’ll devote myself to it.

Gil: I need you to do that. I’m betting on your country.

Gilbert turns away with the documents, and says he will be waiting for further Intel BEFORE the 3 countries make their move.***

In an unknow country, in an unknown town , in an unknown house.

Matthias: …………You’re late.

Kagari: You’re too early. You’re here 10 minutes before the meeting time, aren’t you?

Matthias: 30 minutes.

Kagari: So strait-laced. Don’t be so strict. I’ve got something for you.***

Matthias: What is this?

Kagari: Dorayaki. It’s delicious. You’ll be surprised. 

Matthias: Mm, it is good. It’s exquisitely soft and has a rich sweetness. It must’ve been made by the hands of a delicate, sensitive and beautiful woman. (I’m dead ☠️. It wasn’t stated, but I bet Kagari was the one who made the dorayaki😂).

Kagari: Your words are difficult///You’re creepy.

Matthias: Now, why the sudden urge to bring a gift?

Kagari: We’ve met many times, but I never brought this with me. I’m just imitating you who gives me coffee each time. Eat more.

Matthias: No, I think I’ll pass. If I eat anymore I’ll violate the 15th rule of the Osbrink family motto. (Oh, you’re gonna be fun to break. 😏)

Kagari: Your shoulders seem stiff you should make yourself more comfortable.

A door opens and Azel swaggers in. 

Azel: Oh, it smells sweet. 

Kagari: Here comes the fierce god.///Here comes the stubborn god. 

Matthias: Azel, you’re always late. At least follow Kagari’s example and be here five minutes before the meet up.

A clock bell rings. 

Azel: I’m not late. Look the bell just rang. Isn’t this the appointment time?….But it’s delicious isn’t it? Ruby’s red bean sweets with Achroite coffee. If I receive tribute, I am a god who always returns a favor with heartfelt respect and gratitude.

Kagari: That doesn’t matter. Did you bring anything? Probably not.

Azel: No, Kagari. Do not judge people or god by their appearance. 

Matthias: But you didn’t did you? You look empty-handed in my eyes.

Azel: Gifts aren’t all about what you can see right? It seems that the Dark Disaster has started to move.

Kagari: Obsidian? That was fast.

Matthias: But it was within our expectations. And as far as gifts go, it’s inferior to dorayaki.

Azel: Well, listen to god’s gracious words until the end. It seems that Obsidian has been in talks with the small nation of Rhodolite. They will probably use this kingdom of roses to gather information about our alliance.

Matthias: That was a wise choice (Obsidian using Rhodolite.) Rhodolite wouldn’t stand a chance against any of our three countries. No matter which country you go to you will receive a certain amount of “hospitality.”

Kagari: When a fierce person comes along, who can withstand the “welcome” of Ruby, I will deal with them myself.

Azel: I too, would be excited to welcome them. Tanzanite’s “welcome” would be exciting.

Matthias: You guys…just keep it legal. But do you think Benitoite and Jade will make their move?

Azel: Of course, they are in the same situation, they’ll start to look into this too. 

Kagari: Can I meet Keith? I just got a new sword and I want to try it out. 

Azel: I’m sure Keith would be thrilled to see you. I miss Silvio too, he’s so rich. 

Matthias: You both are giving me a headache with all your lawbreaking. What matters now is how we move. 

Azel: Fair point.

Kagari: Should I kill you///Should I kill them?***

Azel: No, Kagari. That is a last resort. We have joined hands for a purpose, but it would be bad if all the other princes find out.

Kagari & Matthias:………..

Azel: Whether you step back or strike first is up to each of you. Now, let’s get started for each of our aspirations……..

Back in Obsidian, Yves stops Gilbert. Emma stumbles upon them and eavesdrops.

Yves: Prince Gilbert. 

Gilbert: What is it? I don’t have enough free time to stand around and talk to you.

Yves: I’ll be brief. I was told you erased the Kloss family. 

Gil: …………

Yves: Really? 

Gil: Don’t ask me such an obvious question.

Yves: May I ask why?

Gil: I don’t want to tell you. It’s troublesome.

Yves: I want to know. I’m sure the Kloss family has something to do with why you don’t like me.

Gil: ……Heh, I’m glad you became the king.   Because of your position, no matter how obnoxious the things you say are, I can’t kill you directly.

Yves:…..You couldn’t tolerate the way the Kloss family did things. You knew the grief and anger of the people that’s why you cut off their nest of evil.

Gil: …………

Yves: But I was the last survivor. You can’t trust me when I carry the blood of an evil family. That’s why you don’t like me, isn’t it? 

Gil: If that’s the case, then I’m a very good person who punishes evil and does the right thing, aren’t I?

Yves:………..

Gil: If you’re the king, it’s better to know there are somethings that shouldn’t be touched, right?…..If it’s something important, even more so.

Gilbert leaves and so does Yves. It’s evident that Yves wants to become closer to Gilbert. Perhaps the alliance will allow the opportunity? And so, they returned to Rhodolite. 

Many days have passed since they returned to Rhodolite and everyone is back in their normal routine. After a long day Emma suggests she and Yves retire. Her hand was taken and she was pushed down on the bed and tells her that because of her he was able withstand the trials in Obsidian and avoid falling under a curse that should have been broken. They mutually confess their feelings and make love.

(There will be many difficulties in the future. There will be obstacles that will make Emma feel reckless....Still, if she’s with Yves, she can definitely overcome it). 

As long as this true love continues to shine.

Fin.

***8 Princes - This is the literal t/l. Although, it’s technically 7 because he is now king, Cybird still includes him as a prince - 8 total.

***(I believe he is inferring as to whether or not Yves is capable of delivering additional intel before the 3 nations make their move).

***Strait-laced - (Here Kagari just calls him an ‘honor student’. But I tweaked it a little).

***Should I kill you? - (This was tricky. Kagari says ‘you’. But I wasn’t sure if he really meant that towards Azel for some secret reason OR if it was a T/L error and it’s supposed to be ‘them’ regarding the Rhodolitian Princes. So, I included both.)

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Ahhhh, our new foreign princes make their debut!! While I LOVE how beautiful Azel’s eyes are it’s KAGARI that I am anticipating the most!!! He is feisty and apparently crazy. Not to mention we get a ginger LI - that’s my combo 😏

[luck-and-larceny]

Hello!! ( ＾◡＾)っ♡ Please tell me Malika's favourite heist story!! What's the best thing she's yoinked?? How good did she look doing it?!?! (I mean we know the answer is amazing, but please tell me anyway) Thank youuu!!

((What the heck!? This is such an incredibly nice message to receive! Thank you so much for the surprise question. Now I'm all happy and smiley!))

“I stole the Untouchable Heart. That sounds like I ran away with the heart of someone who swore they'd never fall in love and…well… I've probably done that, too.

But what I'm talking about in this case is a gemstone, a rare padparadscha— am I saying that right? Whatever, pretty sure it means “kinda pinkish colored”-- sapphire about the size of my fist and worth millions or billions or trillions– I dunno, a lot– of gil.

Here's the deal: I don't especially care about gemstones. And I absolutely don't give a flying fuck about gil.

But I do care about stories, challenges, and spite. I also have a terrible compulsion to touch everything– especially when told I can't. It's really their fault for calling it “untouchable.” Maybe I could have left it alone otherwise. Honestly, I’m the victim here!

The story was this gemstone was created when two lovers whose nations were at war elected to be killed in each other’s embrace rather than live a life apart. Their blood mingled and became this sapphire, a physical manifestation of their everlasting love.

Only those who accepted that the lovers were meant to be together could actually touch the sapphire, so though rulers from both nations wanted ownership, it could never be retrieved by them.

So what LUCK that one of the absolute shadiest collectors in Ul'dah was able to get this into his personal collection and charge people ridiculous amounts of money just to look at it. I hear he had a whole performance he did where he'd tell the story and then make a show of how he was able to touch it. No one else was allowed to try to touch it, of course, unless they paid him even more money.

The story was definitely just made up to get people to pay to look at a big pink gemstone about the size of a heart. A super cliche story that works as clever marketing. Gotta give him props for that. Alas, also gotta steal it from and give it to the people for free! It's my own personal curse; I must steal the unstealable, touch the untouchable, and make greedy millionaires, billionaires, or trillionaires– I don't fucking know– cry.”

((To be continued! But only because I started writing with no plan in mind at all and the story got so long so very quickly. I promise to finish this heist and have Malika tell you how good she looked doing it later– I'm sure she'll be nothing but honest! And thank you again! <3))

[crownedwithstars]

Galadriel in the Rings of Power, part 3: Women's stories don't matter

This post continues my analysis of Galadriel as she is portrayed in the Amazon series The Rings of Power - and why I think it is so very bad. Part 1 focused on the the portrayal of her being a warrior, and the many problems it creates for her character and possibly even for LOTR, whereas part 2 argued that what is supposed to be war trauma is actually just an awful personality.

Part 1 x Part 2

This post will examine the rather misogynistic implications of the show's changes to Galadriel's story.

I will post my arguments in a few different posts, because that should make the whole much more readable. I will use the tags #anti rop and #anti rings of power for the benefit of those who may want to filter my posts.

If you like Amazon Rings of Power, I have no issue with that; I only take issue with how a character I've loved for over a decade is portrayed in this show.

3. By erasing Melian and Celebrían from Galadriel's story, the show undermines meaningful relationships between women and implies that women's stories are not worth telling unless their occupation fits masculine ideals. 

Common criticism of Tolkien is the lack of female characters in his legendarium (although there are many very compelling female characters in The Silmarillion, including Galadriel). But Amazon has actually one-upped him in this by erasing meaningful relationships Galadriel has with her mentor and her daughter. As stated in part 1 of this series, Melian's absence from Galadriel's life creates problems for The Lord of the Rings because without Melian, she doesn't have the experience and skills she needs to have in order to help the Fellowship (and ultimately contribute to the success of the quest to destroy the Ring). Needless to say, it's problematic to undermine skills, art and crafts that are specifically linked to feminine sphere, especially when this is done so that a character fits masculine ideals.

All ROP!Galadriel's relationships are with and about men: her dead (but living in Valinor) brother, her grudging subordinates, some kind of friendship between her and Elrond although there seems to be a lack of mutual respect, the manipulative and ultimately very detrimental nonsense with Halbrand/Sauron, and Gil-galad who appears to view her as a problem to be solved, not an asset. She has no female friends and her relationship with Míriel is ambivalent at best. (Can you imagine the interactions Galadriel might have had with Dísa, though? It's a tantalising thought. It could have also been used as a way to establish why Galadriel is so respectful of Gimli.)

As stated before, at this point of her story, Galadriel should be married and mother to a grown daughter. There is some variation about the timeline, thanks to Tolkien's shifting ideas about Galadriel's history, but it is safe to say that her marriage to Celeborn and Celebrían's birth took place in the early centuries of the Second Age. In part 1, I also argued that in the show's timeline, the time she would have had with Celeborn would not have been enough to marry, especially if he was actually lost in the wars of the First Age. I find it very poor writing that the show fixates on the few lines about Galadriel's athletic feats, but then ignores Tolkien's fairly clear writing on how Elves did not marry or have children when they were preoccupied with war.

Be that as it may, ROP does allow Galadriel to be married (however briefly), but not a parent. The absence of Celebrían leads me to believe that she is born at some later time during the show - and the cynic in me is convinced that the show will use motherhood as a solution to Galadriel's issues, enabling her transformation into the powerful Elven queen - as if becoming a mother is a fulfillment of woman's story, not a part of it. But even if children are supposedly a woman's higher calling, masculine traits and occupations are still more important and more compelling. Hence the part of Galadriel's story that involves motherhood is delayed to a much later time, so that she may run around Middle-earth, swinging a sword and pursuing a revenge fantasy (which, of course, ultimately fails, at least in the sense that she does not get to personally bring down Sauron). 

If you ask me, it's a particularly bad move to change a woman's story so that she is presented as an action hero and her womanhood and parenthood are a resolution of her life, not the intrinsic part of it. 

4. ROP!Galadriel's motives and agenda are not about herself, but about men. 

In The Silmarillion, it is shown that Galadriel is proud and ambitious, and wants to rule her own realm in Middle-earth. She wants to try her skills outside the safety of Valinor and build something of her own. After the War of Wrath, she refuses the pardon of Valar and remains in Middle-earth, because she is still proud: she believes that if she returns to the Blessed Lands, it would be as a shamed Exile who does not even have the permission to dwell in Aman proper but in Tol Eressëa. However, in Middle-earth she is still mighty and powerful, respected by both Elves and Men. She still wants to be an active participant in the events of Middle-earth and shape the course of the future. Her ambition and pride are not yet spent: she won't take "the second best" in the Undying Lands, when she can still stand at the top of the food chain in Middle-earth. 

There is also the version that Galadriel is actively banned from returning to Valinor as a leader of the rebellion. Later on Tolkien's thinking of her story changes further and Galadriel's desire to sail for Middle-earth is unrelated to the unrest of Noldor and she is not presented as a rebel leader. This late version, I think, is not as compelling and does contradict The Lord of the Rings. FOTR appears to derive from the version where there's a ban against Galadriel's return into the West, where she now yearns to go back after millenia of exile. But when she rejects the Ring and the temptation of becoming a terrible dark queen in her own right, she "passes the test", she will diminish and go into the West. In other words, she finally rejects her own pride and ambition. Moreover, this refusal and the crucial help she gives to the Fellowship are said to be the reason she is allowed to sail in the end of ROTK. 

All the same, no matter what version by Tolkien you look at, in canon Galadriel is the mistress of her own fate and her ambitions, and her flaws and her overcoming them are her own. Galadriel's story is about Galadriel. 

It has been extensively argued and shown in other posts criticising the show how Galadriel's agency is thrown out of the window so that all she does in ROP is obsess about men - to the point where her big moment in FOTR and the refusal of the Ring (supposedly, the reason she is granted leave to return to Valinor) is not about her own pride and ambition, but about Sauron. So I won't go into that in this post. But I will say this much: in LOTR, it is  made clear that the victory over Sauron is still a defeat for the Elves. Much that was magical and wondrous will pass with him and the time for the Dominion of Men begins. Lothlórien will fade away. In helping the Fellowship of the Ring Galadriel essentially sacrifices her own ambition and influence over the matter and fates of Arda. But with ROP's portrayal, this aspect of Galadriel's fight against Sauron is lost.

Furthermore, it is apparently because of her that Sauron resumes to his evil ways. The show changes Galadriel  from being one of Sauron's chief enemies and her opposing him even when he was still seemingly fair and helpful, to the situation where she cannot recognise him for what he is and is responsible for his return - and for the hundreds of thousands of deaths and uncountable suffering that will result from it. 

I expect I don't need to explain why this is bad.

It is also very unclear to me what she expected to do once she found Sauron. Fights between Elves and Maiar in the form of Balrogs are notoriously fatal, and Sauron must be even stronger than a Balrog, considering he is Morgoth's first lieutenant. Is ROP!Galadriel trying to go down in a blaze of (vain)glory? As the final scene of the first season between her and Sauron shows, she is and always was hopelessly outmatched and she doesn't seem to have any plan except to just stab him. Are you telling me that she spent a millenia hunting for him without any idea about his abilities and how to respond to them, and how to bring him down?

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What I gather from all this is that for ROP, and for the people who created the show, women's stories, friendship between women, and women's ambitions don't matter. Or, it was thought that the only way Galadriel would be interesting to the TV audience is as an action hero. This could also be because the creative team responsible for ROP simply can't write a good script.

Surely, it's nice to see women in diverse roles, being warriors and protectors and guardians. But it's also important to see how these roles tie to masculine ideals, and that if you discard a woman's already existing story so that she can fulfill this particular role, then your take is not particularly empowering anymore.

[softquietsteadylove]

What do you think it would have happened if Thena didn't get Madh Wy'ry? Someone else would have gotten it?

This is actually a fascinating concept.

Because here's the thing: in the movie, Thena developing Mahd Wy'ry is set up as this big thing and the reason the Eternals really went their separate ways. But I've touched on it a few times, in which they were hurtling towards an end where they would split up anyway. Their mission was done, it was highly likely they would split up eventually, if not immediately.

But I think it's the way it happened that's really interesting.

Essentially, it inserts this urgency to it that makes it a plot point in the movie. Druig is at his breaking point, they can no longer live as gods in a world among humans, they have to find a way to exist without the mission driving them. This is the beginning of Ikaris' unravelling, in my opinion--even though he's known the truth of the mission since Babylon, he's the one who suggests they stay together. Conversely, Kingo is the one who suggests Mahd Wy'ry is simply too dangerous to be left unchecked. He's the one who most believes in the little family they have, and that means protecting them even from themselves.

And then there's Gil. It was never even a question for him. From the line "Thena, please" until "I'll watch over Thena", there is not a word from him. It's not a debate, it's not up for discussion. Even when Ajak tells him he might have to kill Thena one day, he doesn't argue. He looks at Thena, who is reeling from all that's happening, and he says that risk is worth it to him.

Now, do I think someone else would have developed Mahd Wy'ry? I honestly think my answer is no.

I think Mahd Wy'ry works the best with Thena because it really makes choice a strong theme in the story. The Eternals are kind of inactive protagonists--they get plopped onto Earth with this mission and go "okay". They remain neutral in countless global events because it's not their place to interfere. Mahd Wy'ry makes a very clear choice have to be made: are you more than your mission?

Gil chooses to stay with Thena, just like Thena chooses to keep her memories at the cost of her health. And this smaller choice affects them for almost a thousand years going forward. They choose to stay together, and they also choose to go back to the fight. And I really think it encourages the other choices made in the movie. Kingo chooses to not be a part of a selective good that technically does more harm, even if hypothetical. Sprite desperately wants the choice to experience age, even if that comes with suffering and death. The Eternals all chose to separate, except for Thenamesh, but they also choose to come back together despite their annoyance with each other. And Sersi chooses to protect Earth, and humanity. She is prepared to pay an incredible cost, but she decides that human life is worth it.

I think that's what makes Eternals such a beautifully human experience. The beauty of life and love and getting things wrong and coming back anyway--the choice to love something flawed, and protect something even at a cost.

[khazadspoon]

In honour of Gil Favor Friday I’m just gonna… have a moment about him.

I’m trying to think about why I like him so much and I really can’t pinpoint the exact reason??? So the main reasons are as follows:

Pretty square faced dark haired man

Tall and sarcastic

Deep voice

Cute ‘n’ cruel

But to be more serious…

He is burdened with responsibility over man and beast, facing danger and the unknown. He feels that responsibility keenly, and he does everything he can to keep the cattle safe as well as his crew, but also keeping his promises to the ranchers. There is so much at stake but he has to keep going.

Gil Favor is firm but fair. His word is law on the trail but he will do his best to do what’s right. If you’re in trouble, he’s going to get you out of it. But if you’ve done wrong he’ll let you know about it.

And he makes mistakes! He says the wrong thing, does the wrong thing, judges based on preconceived notions, doesn’t tell people what he’s thinking and reaps the consequences of that. This isn’t including the general contextual biases and prejudices.

Overall he is a kind, fair, considerate man who believes that everyone deserves a second chance to live a life worth living.

[gashface]

SHINE CONTESTANTS

Name: Mandy

Location: Futuristic San Myshuno

Age: 21

Pronouns: She/They

Story: So Mandy is a heavily cyber-augmented girl studying Robotics at the University in a cyberpunk reimagine of the Sims world. In the world she lives in, cyber modification is really common for everyone. She has glowing eyes and while she's usually depicted with a human skin tone she is entirely blue metal underneath. Her fave color is blue so she always has blue on her in some regard. She has albinism. She has a really wacky fashion style that usually consists of oddly matched silhouettes. She's really smart, hence robotics, but has the tenancy to speak without thinking. She LOVES singing and is working on a side music career as she studies, but is struggling to balance her newfound music popularity with her studies.

Created by: @skaterboisims

Name: Parker Winston

Location: Seattle

Age: 25

Pronouns: He/They

Story: My sim is Parker. He's genderfluid but prefers he/him and sometimes they/them. He grew up in a small, very religious town where being queer and loud weren't acceptable things. Being both, he decided to head for Seattle when he was old enough. He's an artist and has dabbled in anything creative he can get his hands on, from drag to tattooing to graffiti, he's done it all. Self-expression is the most important thing in the world to him and he shows that in his style, his art, and his hair dye. And though he likes to cling to his heavy grunge and emo styles, he's never met a color he didn't like or a pattern he wasn't willing to serve with all his heart.

"If I had to describe myself, it would be if like Barbie was in The Crow instead of Brandon Lee." - Parker

Created by: @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

Name: Dillion Carter

Location: Houston, TX

Age: 25

Pronouns: No specific pronouns but they refer to themselves as They/Them, She/Her and He/Him, occasionally.

Story: Dillion's story starts with a graffiti-riddled alleyway. Being abandoned by well-known junkies, a screaming baby was found by the police and then placed into foster care. It was not easy for the first decade of their life. A lot of blood, betrayals, and fistfights were not lost. Eight homes returning her that used to be intrigued. No one had really wanted a child that would barely talk, but also not know when to give up and back down. Until one day, the Carter Family had taken them in as a preteen and had not returned them. It's been history ever since. The adopted family was black and Dillion was as pale as could be, but the whispers did not deter them from growing even closer and loving each other. Dillion's quiet yet useful, bold, and confident demeanour has landed them two jobs: a mechanic and underground boxer by day, and recommended by their sisters in the fashion industry— a model by night. It is those same sisters that had shown them the "Shine" modelling competition and convinced them that it was good exposure. That Dillion was worth so much more than what they had. Dillion responded with a smirk, a shrug, and a "Why not?" They'll just let their body speak for itself.

Created by: @mewo-ita

Name: Rin Miura

Location: Born in Mt. Komorebi but currently living in San Myshuno

Age: 19

Pronouns: She / Her

Story: rin's a college student, an aspiring fashion designer, but most importantly - a loser!! <3 She dreams of creating fashionable pieces for everyone in the world, but gets too caught up in the details, and gets way too carried away .. so she mostly just makes (insane-looking) clothes for herself. she thoroughly documents the entire creation process online; her other hobbies include doll collecting drawing pet training making music cooking baking building furniture and honestly just whatever the hell comes to her mind!!! shes very very happy-go-lucky, sweet but a bit airheaded and also VERY loud :3

Created by: @glittermutt

Name: Eli Sims

Location: Willow Creek

Age: 24

Pronouns: She/her

Story: Elizabeth Gil is the daughter of a famous fashion designer and a famous model, so she's known everything about the industry since she was very little. She always wanted to be a model like her mom and she would watch her during photoshoots and fashion shows. When her parents noticed her interest in the industry to started preparing her for her debut in it. Her first runway gig was at 15 years old for her father's spring couture show. She kept working under him for the next 3 years, barely catching a break, until she turned 18 and immediately left home and her career with her father's brand. She lost contact with her parents and nothing's been heard from her since then. In other news, the latest high-end model Eli Sims, known for her outstanding white hair, is opening the Chanel show at New York fashion week this evening, we wish her the best of luck!

A/N: yeah so basically my sim is a nepo baby that left her family,, changed her appearance and got back in the game all on her own. Her parents don't know she's modelling again, and every time her father has tried to get her on one of his shows she's declined, she does not wanna see them again bc of the awful way they treated her

Created by: @simsinfinitylt

Name: Ember Arendse

Location: San Myshuno

Age: 23

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Story: Growing up in San Myshuno with a very artistically inclined and supportive family, Ember has always taken to all things creative. Lead singer and guitarist of ‘The Gutter Rats’, they always found comfort in expressing themselves in front of an audience, so though their area of expertise lies in freelance photography; They have been curious as to what it would be like to be in front of the camera.

Created by: @wolfrynn313

Name: Charline Morel

Location: Brindleton Bay

Age: 21

Pronouns: She/Her

Story: Charline "Charlie" Morel was born as the first of two daughters to an overly strict wealthy family. The Morels were a family of musicians, and every child born to the family was expected to be a musician, and those in the direct line were expected to inherit the family instrument manufacturing business (or whatever it was, Charlie really couldn't care less). Unfortunately, Charlie did not inherit her family's ear for music - she knew she wanted to be a creative soul, but honestly, she wasn't very good at any of it. Her parents forced her to take singing lessons because it was the only thing musical she was any good at, but she always wanted to do something else. She didn't know what that was until she graduated from high school - she wanted to model. She had tried taking pictures once, but quickly she realized she preferred being in front of the camera instead. So she packed up her belongings and moved out - not terribly far away, but out of her parents' clutches. Charlie is a stubborn, self-assured girl who is determined to prove herself and make a name in something other than music. Once she gets an idea in her head, she is determined to see it through to its finish - or crash and burn trying. (Even if her inner perfectionist cries out in terror at the prospect.)

Created by: @cyazurai

Name: Nicky Soufan

Location: San-Myshuno

Age: 19

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Since childhood, Nicky dreamed of becoming a model. The parents were not happy about this, because they thought that she would become a doctor like them, but they could not interfere with their daughter's desire and tried to help her in any way they could. At the age of 13, they sent her to a modelling school, where the girl stayed for 4 years. Not having received the proper result, the parents took Nicky out of there. She was in despair and did not know what to do now, because the modeling school took away from her all the desire to go to her dream. One day, Nika's friend, a photographer, invited her to his shooting to work on his hand. After this photo shoot, the girl again had a burning desire to become a model.

Created by: @rosamadchen

Name: Willow Young

Location: Willow Creek

Age: 30

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Willow is a new coming Simstuber. She is a mother of one & married to Irving Young. She loves to make art and travel and make woodwork. Willow is a very cheerful woman and she also loves taking photos. As friendly as she seems, she doesn't trust others easily. Willow hopes to become popular and rich. Willow always had an interest in modelling since she read magazines as a child.

Created by: @ohgeezhaddie

Name: Dawn Pepper

Location: StrangerVille

Age: 23

Pronouns: She/They

Story: Dawn is you typical 23 trying to branch out of her comfort zone. Her bold looks usually come from her bold and bizarre surroundings where she grew up. However as he daily part-time job in retail has completely bored her she finally wants to leave her comfort zone, meet new people, and explore new places!

Created by: @bigppton-jpeg

Name: Babylon Fleur Beppu.

Location: Glimmerbrook but was raised in Windenburg.

Age: 18

Pronouns: She/They

Story: Babylon is currently eighteen years old and was born on June 28, making her a Cancerian. Although she isn't aware, she is a fairy born of two ordinary townies. In my Sims Au, fairies are extinct and have been so for many years. She was born in Glimmberbrook but was raised in Windenburg.

Created by: @everythingaestheticlly

Name: Genie Fiorelli

Location: NO INFO PROVIDED

Age: NO INFO PROVIDED

Pronouns: She/Her

Story: NO INFO PROVIDED

Created by: @plumbobcrumble

Name: Su-Yen

Location: Korea

Age: 19

Pronouns: She/Her

Story: Su-yen is the youngest in a family full of models and actors. But Su-yen decided she wanted something else and tried to be a dancer. But now that she is a bit older she decided to follow in her mother's and older siblings' footsteps and do some modelling. The problem? Su-yen is reckless to the extreme. She is constantly injured from skating on trying to do stunts. She is often sporting bandages.

Created by: @dododoesstuffs

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