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pearllovesgold · 2 months ago

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S o l S o u l C h a l l e n g e

Have you ever wanted to switch it up from typical family gameplay but still want to feel the coziness and don't know where to start? Then this challenge is for you! Welcome to the DINK Lifestyle - ie dual income, no kids.

The main idea of this challenge is to play the life of a sim/sim couple that has no kids! Sometimes it can be refreshing to approach the sims from a new perspective, and in a world of sims challenges that surround having and raising kids, I thought it would be fun to have one where the whole thing is having a fulfilling life/game without kids. Especially now that with Life and Death, your game doesn’t have to end just because the main household died, why not focus on something other than kids?

you'll need all packs to be able to do this challenge.

rules: no money cheats! you can, however, cheat your sim to have a max of level 5 skill levels for 5 skills of your choice. (for example, you can cheat your sims to have lvl 5 baking, lvl 5 flower arranging, lvl 3 gardening, lvl 4 photography, and lvl 2 handiness). this is optional, but will be beneficial to give you better choices for degrees relative to your sims traits/story! Long lifespan not required but highly recommended.

speaking of, your sim can have any aspiration, traits, and likes/dislikes you want! choose to your hearts content! this challenge is more about shifting how you play vs the kind of sim you want. that said, obviously, you'll want to avoid family-based traits and aspirations.

finally, NO KIDS! you can play this challenge as loose or as strict as you'd like, however, the one main rule is NO KIDS! You can play this either as your sim not wanting kids and/or (by using the custom gender settings in CAS) they can be infertile.

alright, here we go~

Young Adult

you, whether by choice or by nature (i.e., infertility), are not going to have kids. oh well, that doesn't mean your life is over! you can still have a cozy, comfortable, and romantic life without kids! so let's set you up for success! ♡

you can move into any of these worlds to start your household: willow creek, oasis springs, tartosa, mt komorebi, sulani, chestnut ridge, henford-on-bagley, brindleton bay, or windenburg. You must start as only one sim, no pets. move into a small lot (20x20 or 20x15 or you can move into a 1bd or studio in a rental lot if you have For Rent and place a rental lot in your selected world).

apply to university, choose any degree of interest but only take 3 courses at a time (no electives).

move into the university housing

join one university organization

make three friends, one must be college best friend (take lots of photos of your friends!)

have a college partner, break up before graduation.

"move" back into the world you set your sim up in.

before getting a job, 'find' yourself by taking a 7 day vacation in any of these worlds (obviously, not the one you live in, though): granite falls, sulani, mt komorebi, tomarang, henford-on-bagley, or tartosa.

have a short, romantic fling with a local during the vacation. end it on the last day.

return home and get a job related to your degree! Congratulations!

adopt a pet of your choice with your bonus money.

make 3 friends with locals! (you can make some!)

make a local best friend! (again, can be premade!)

make two clubs! one for your college friends and one for your local friends! meet up to connect whenever you want at your sims' favorite local spot!

earn silver doing a social event of your choice with your local and college friends!

go on a 3-day vacation with your local friends to any of these worlds (unless you live there and/or been there before): granite falls, sulani, mt komorebi, tomarang, selvadorado, san myshuno, or windenburg.

it's time to focus on your health! start up on the wellness skill, whether it be through yoga, meditation, or both, is up to you!

make a third (and final) club for your coworkers and make friends with at least two coworkers!

go on 3 dates with 3 different sims

go on a date with a 4th sim, go on 3 dates with that 4th sim before asking to be in an exclusive relationship. (note: if after the 2nd date the sim autonomously asks to be in a relationship with your sim, you can say yes!)

get engaged (wait a min of an in-game week)!

throw an engagement party!

vacation with your fiance in any of these worlds (unless you live there and/or been there before): granite falls, sulani, mt komorebi, tomarang, henford-on-bagley, or tartosa.

Adult

you have a hobby, a degree, a career, friends, and even a true love! congratulations, but your life still isn't over! you've got so much more to do and see! the world is your oyster! ♡

have a small wedding or elope and have a dinner party with friends after!

go on a honeymoon in any of these worlds (unless you live there and/or been there before): granite falls, sulani, mt komorebi, tomarang, henford-on-bagley, selvadorado or tartosa.

adopt a second pet of your choice!

move into a larger home! (a 30x20 lot up to a 40x30 lot)

quit your job!

go back to college and earn a second degree of your choice, take 3 mandatory classes + one elective for every term! remain living in your home, though! (commuting is not that bad anyway!)

start a bucket list! complete it as you go along on your own time, but scrap anything that has to do with having kids!

pick up writing as a hobby! max it and write two best-selling books of the genre of your choice! sell one to a publisher (available at level 5) and another to a literary digest (available at level 9)!

vacation with your spouse in any of these worlds (unless you live there and/or been there before): granite falls, sulani, mt komorebi, tomarang, henford-on-bagley, san myshuno, selvadorado, or tartosa.

Pick up a new hobby of your choice! You've got all the time in the world, now!

open your own retail store, vet clinic, or restaurant in your home world/town. when you have enough employees to be able to run the place when you're not on the lot, you can get a new job using either of your degrees!

max your positive reputation! once it's been maxed, host a charity event for your community (theme it however you want!)

Elder

you’ve had a very fulfilling life, but it’s not over quite yet! these are your golden years, after all. let’s make them memorable. ♡

if you've reached the peak of your career, retire! you've worked so hard and did a great job!

host a retirement party with your friends and coworkers! (can be any type of party you’d like - house party, dinner party, bbq, kava party, even a charity event! however you feel your sim would kick off their retirement)

have a small wedding event for a vow renewal with just your closest friends!

go on two separate vacations wherever (and whenever) you want!

write and publish an autobiography! you've done so much in your life, and the world should know!

start up a wellness club for elders! it can be hard to put yourself out there as you grow older, so lets get some initiative and get healthy!

if you haven’t already, complete your soul journey and bucket list!

death has arrived. but it’s not the end. after living a long, fulfilling life it’s time to be reborn.

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novaursa · 24 days ago

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Legacy (the great war)

- Summary: Tywin was the man who saved you from Robert's wrath. He was also the man who doomed you.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Tywin Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: the silence

- Next part: the last enemy

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @luniaxi @alkadri-layal @butterflygxril @urdxrling

Casterly Rock was alive with chaos. The deep-throated clang of alarm bells echoed through the great fortress, reverberating through the stone walls like a relentless war drum. Shouts rang out from the battlements, the harsh barks of commanders directing men to their posts, the hurried clank of armor as soldiers rushed into formation. Something was coming.

The cold had settled in thick, far colder than anything even the endless winter had yet brought. The air was wrong—heavy with something unseen but undeniably present. The fires in the braziers flickered, their flames weak, barely holding against the creeping frost that coiled over the stones. Even the torches along the walls sputtered, dimming as if some unseen hand was pressing the life from them.

Tywin stood atop the outermost battlement, his gloved hands curled over the icy stone as he surveyed the lands below. His face was carved from granite, but his eyes burned—with rage, with concern, with an anger that only sharpened when he turned his head toward the castle behind him.

"One of them got in," he said, voice cutting through the night. "Into my home. To my son."

Beric Dondarrion stood a few paces behind him, his sword slung at his hip, his expression shadowed beneath the flickering torchlight. His men stood further back, some whispering quiet prayers, others clutching their weapons tighter than before.

"They're testing us," Beric said grimly. "They always do. Probing our defenses, searching for weaknesses before the full force comes." He exhaled, the breath misting in the freezing air. "If this was meant to be an omen, Lord Lannister, then it means their army is not far behind."

Tywin’s jaw clenched. He turned his gaze toward the gates below, where the guards had gathered, weapons drawn, shields at the ready. The thing that had managed to slip past their walls was dead now—burned by Thoros’ prayers, but the mere fact that it had come inside—inside his halls, his castle, had reached his child—

He would not stand for it.

Kevan approached, his face lined with worry. "We've doubled the patrols, my lord," he reported, though even his usually level voice was taut. "The scouts are already sweeping the outer ridges for signs of more."

"It isn't enough," Tywin snapped. "They killed our ravens. They have cut our entire realm from one another. And now they have slipped into my walls. We are blind."

Kevan nodded, though his lips pressed into a thin line. "Then what do you propose?"

Tywin turned back to the vast darkness that stretched beyond the Rock. He was thinking. Calculating. Every strategy, every contingency, every possible outcome that could be drawn from this damnable war that had been forced upon them.

"You said their army is not far behind," he said, eyes never leaving the blackened horizon. "Then we must be ready to crush them the moment they arrive."

Beric exhaled through his nose. "That is easier said than done, Lord Lannister."

Tywin finally turned his head to him. His stare was cold, sharp as Valyrian steel. "Then say something of use."

Beric held his gaze. "If they are gathering to march, then they already know what we are capable of. The wights alone may be endless, but their masters—the Others—they are not so many as the dead. They are few, but powerful."

Tywin nodded once, as if already weighing those words. "We must separate them. Divide them. And if they are as few as you say, then we kill them before they can command their horde."

"You can’t kill them with steel," Thoros interjected, stepping forward. His face was solemn, lined with something close to dread. "Not unless it's Valyrian or Dragonglass."

Tywin’s eyes flickered. "We have both," he said simply.

Beric glanced at Thoros, a grim understanding passing between them. "Then we fight," he said.

A cutting gust of wind howled through the battlements then, sending a shiver down the spines of even the most hardened men. Tywin's cloak billowed behind him, his golden armor catching the weak torchlight as he straightened, his shoulders squared, his stance unmoving.

Still, something nagged at him.

The lack of word.

He had expected it by now. Something. Even if only a single rider, a distant glimpse of gold-cream scales in the sky, the return of his wife.

The thought sank into his chest like a stone.

Tywin’s fingers curled against the cold stone of the battlements, his gaze flickering toward the sky. Where was she?

He had sent her out days ago, and now—nothing.

The wind howled again, a deep, hollow sound.

And for the first time in a long time, Tywin felt something dangerously close to fear.

The wind howls as Viserion finally descends, her massive wings kicking up a storm of snow and ice as her claws scrape against the frozen earth. The impact sends a tremor through the ground, a deep rumble that echoes across the lifeless landscape. The dragon trembles. The deep, guttural sounds of her breathing are uneven—pained—as though something unnatural had tried to burrow its way into her skull.

You sit slumped in the saddle, your body drenched in exhaustion, your mind a mess of pulsing pain that has yet to fade. You barely remember the moment you broke free of the unnatural darkness. The voice—the screeching, echoing shriek that had burrowed into your head—still lingers, the ghost of it pressing at your temples, a remnant of something wrong.

With trembling hands, you touch your abdomen. Beneath the thick furs and leather, you feel it—the small, barely-there swell. The life within you.

A child.

A secret you have kept.

A secret that you know now, deep in your bones, that the Others are aware of.

The mere thought of it sends a cold chill through your spine, something far colder than the frozen wind biting against your skin.

Viserion lets out a soft, warning growl, the sound vibrating beneath you. You lift your head, forcing yourself to focus. The world around you is empty—eerily empty. This is no simple field, no mountain ridge or valley.

It is a graveyard.

Abandoned wagons, shattered weapons, and frozen corpses lay scattered across the snow. The bodies—men, women, even children—are covered in a thin layer of frost, their faces frozen in screams. The sight of them is enough to send bile up your throat.

Then, you see her.

A lone rider sits upon a dark horse, a figure draped in red.

The Red Woman.

Melisandre.

Your heart lurches.

The last time you saw the woman, you had cast her out. Had condemned her for sending a shadow to murder your unborn son.

Yet here she is.

Standing before you, waiting.

Viserion lets out another low growl, but the priestess does not flinch. Her eyes gleam under the hood of her cloak, unreadable, calm—as though she had foreseen this moment long before it had ever come to pass.

You tighten your grip on the saddle, slowly sliding down. Your boots hit the frozen ground with a soft crunch, your body unsteady as the ache in your skull makes you sway. Viserion shifts, lowering her massive head toward you, protective even in her weakened state.

Melisandre remains still.

"You should not have come," you rasp, your voice raw.

Melisandre inclines her head. "And yet, I am here."

There is no mockery in her tone. No arrogance. Only certainty.

Your lips curl. "I told you once to stay away from me."

"And yet, you need me now."

You laugh. A short, bitter sound. "I need nothing from you."

Melisandre finally dismounts. Her steps are slow, deliberate, the hem of her red cloak dragging through the ice and snow as she approaches. Viserion stirs, agitated. The dragon’s molten eyes glow, but Melisandre does not waver.

"You are wounded," she says softly. "And there is much you do not yet understand."

You straighten, forcing yourself to meet her gaze. "You should choose your next words very carefully," you say, voice cold. "Because I am in no mood for riddles or games."

Melisandre studies you.

Then, she says simply, "Come with me."

You still. "Why?"

Melisandre exhales, a mist of white escaping her lips. "Because Jon Snow awaits you."

The name sends a shock through your chest.

Jon.

You haven't heard word from him since Winterfell. Since the final ravens had ceased to come. Since the silence had swallowed the realm whole.

Your mind races.

Is he alive?

Is he—?

You swallow. "What game is this, Red Woman?"

Melisandre shakes her head. "No game." She lifts her gaze toward the horizon. "The battle you saw is coming. The Great War. And you have a part yet to play in it. The Lord of Light has willed it."

"The Lord of Light is a liar," you spit.

Melisandre does not flinch. "And yet, he brought back Jon Snow. As he will bring you back to him."

You clench your fists. The voice. The thing you had heard in the darkness—it had called to you. Had known you. You had felt it in your bones.

And you had seen them.

An army of endless dead.

You look toward Viserion. The dragon has stilled, but her golden eyes remain locked on the red woman, her wings twitching, the heat of her breath melting the snow beneath her feet.

A choice.

You turn back to Melisandre. To Jon.

To the war that is coming.

You exhale.

"Lead the way."

The wind howled as Viserion’s wings sliced through the bitter cold air, the sheer force of them sending loose snow into wild spirals below. The encampment came into view—a cluster of tents, Northerners clad in dark furs moving like shadows between fires that barely seemed to hold against the creeping frost. Even from above, you could feel it. The exhaustion, the tension—a people fighting against something far greater than themselves, struggling against the inevitable.

Viserion let out a low growl, her golden eyes scanning the land below as she prepared to land. The moment her claws scraped against the frozen earth, the camp stirred. Men rushed out from their tents, gripping weapons instinctively, eyes wide with awe and fear as they beheld the dragon that now loomed in their midst.

You could hear the mutterings.

"A dragon… Gods be good."

"Is that one from Dragonstone?"

"Not the selfproclaimed queen, the other…"

"The Targaryen who married the Lion."

But you barely heard them.

Because the tent flap had flown open, and Jon Snow was running toward you.

His black cloak billowed behind him, boots crunching heavily against the frozen ground, his breath fogging in the night air. There was something desperate in the way he moved, his expression torn between relief and disbelief.

"Mother!"

Your heart lurched.

Jon reached you just as you slid off Viserion’s saddle, barely giving you time to find your footing before his arms wrapped around you. His grip was tight, unyielding, as if he feared that if he loosened it even a fraction, you might disappear like a wisp of winter mist.

You exhaled, pressing your face against the familiar black furs of his cloak, the scent of cold steel and leather grounding you in a way you had not realized you needed.

Jon pulled back just enough to look at you, his grey eyes scanning your face with fervent urgency. "You’re alright?" His hands cupped your shoulders, as though checking for injuries, for something that might explain why it had taken you so long to come to him.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I’m here."

Jon exhaled heavily, his grip on you tightening briefly before he finally let go. He shook his head, his lips pressed into a firm line. "We thought something happened to you. There’s been no word from the West—no ravens, no messages. Nothing." His jaw tensed. "We thought the Rock had fallen."

Your chest clenched. The isolation was not just on your end. Whatever had been cutting the West from the rest of the realm was far worse than you had thought.

"It still stands," you assured him. "Tywin has fortified it. The lords of the Westerlands have gathered, ready to make their stand."

Jon's brows knitted together. "And yet, you’re here."

Before you could answer, a rough voice cut through the icy air.

"Is she a bloody ghost, or do my eyes still work?"

You turned as Tormund Giantsbane strode forward, his red beard dusted with frost, his wild blue eyes squinting at you as if trying to determine whether you were real. Behind him, Davos Seaworth followed at a slower pace, his expression more measured but no less filled with relief.

"She’s real," Davos confirmed, his lips tugging into the barest smirk. "Or at least I hope so, else we’ve all gone mad."

Tormund let out a barking laugh, shaking his head. "I always knew there was something strange about you, woman." He gestured toward Viserion with a broad wave of his hand. "And I see you still have your beast."

Viserion let out a low huff, golden eyes narrowing at the Wildling as if she understood the jest.

"She kept me alive," you said simply, your hand grazing over the slight swell beneath your furs.

Jon caught the motion. His gaze flickered downward, brows drawing together, but he said nothing. Not yet.

"We should talk inside," he finally said, nodding toward the largest tent at the center of the encampment.

You inclined your head, but before you moved, you turned back to Viserion. The dragon watched you intently, her wings half-folded, muscles tense as if she could feel the unnatural presence in the air.

"Stay close," you murmured to her.

Viserion blinked slowly, but did not move.

Tormund let out a huff. "You think she understands you?"

You merely smiled. "I know she does."

Then, you followed Jon Snow into the tent, stepping back into the war you had fought your whole life to prepare for.

The tent was dimly lit, the only sources of warmth being the low-burning brazier in the center and the flickering candles lining the wooden table. The cold crept in regardless, biting at the edges of the canvas, seeping into the ground beneath their feet. The air smelled of damp wool, of wax, and of steel left too long in the frost.

You stood near the table, the weight of your furs heavier than usual, though it was not the cold that burdened you. Jon, Davos, and Tormund stood across from you, their expressions grim. Behind them, a handful of Northern lords and Free Folk chieftains lingered in the shadows, their eyes flitting between you and the map sprawled across the table.

"I thought the North had fallen," you admitted, breaking the tense silence. "When the ravens stopped coming, we feared the worst."

Jon shook his head, his hands braced on the table. "It hasn’t fallen." His grey eyes flickered up to meet yours. "Not yet."

You frowned. "Then why are the dead not here? Why did I see them—miles and miles of them—heading West instead of taking the North?"

It made no sense. If the Others had breached the Wall, if they had truly begun their conquest, Winterfell should have been the first to fall. But instead, their forces marched past it, like wolves that had caught a stronger scent.

"They’re being drawn to something," Davos said carefully. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, like a man trying to walk through a field of glass without breaking it.

You turned to him. "What?"

"Something—or someone—has them focused elsewhere," Davos continued. He exhaled through his nose, rubbing a hand over his scruffy beard. "They passed through the North like a storm passing through empty fields. There were attacks, but not the full force of their army. No sieges. No massacres like what we’ve seen before."

"They move like they have a purpose," Jon muttered, jaw tightening. His fingers curled against the edge of the table. "A singular purpose."

A sense of unease coiled in your stomach. "And you believe that purpose lies in the West?"

Jon gave a slow nod. "They’re all moving there." His voice was low, heavy. "And if the ravens never reached you, it means someone or something is making sure the realm doesn’t see it coming."

Your lips parted, but no words came.

You thought back to what you had seen—the unnatural darkness, the snow that swallowed sound, the whispers that clawed at the edges of your mind. The creatures were not moving like mindless hordes. They were being led.

And now, every step they took brought them closer to Casterly Rock.

Jon’s gaze flickered toward you. He saw the way you stiffened, the way your fingers curled subtly over your abdomen again, as if shielding something.

He said nothing once more.

But Davos noticed, too this time.

"We assumed the worst when the ravens stopped," the older man admitted, leaning slightly on the table. "We thought the Rock had fallen." He gave you a pointed look. "You arriving here on dragonback—alone—doesn’t exactly help settle those fears."

"The Rock still stands," you said, your voice stronger now. "And Tywin Lannister has fortified it well. He has gathered every lord and banner under his command, all prepared to make their last stand if need be."

Jon scoffed. "I bet he has." His expression darkened slightly. "But we both know your husband, Mother. He won’t act until it benefits him."

You met his gaze squarely. "He will act because I will make him act."

Silence stretched.

Tormund snorted, arms crossed over his chest. "I believe that."

Davos huffed a quiet breath, shaking his head slightly.

Jon, however, did not look convinced.

His eyes searched yours for something. Some kind of assurance, some unspoken promise that you could do what no one else had—convince Tywin Lannister to fight for a world that was no longer his.

A muscle in his jaw ticked.

"If you can," he murmured, his voice just barely above a whisper, "then we might actually have a chance."

But neither of you were certain if even that would be enough.

The cold wind cut through the camp as you strode swiftly toward Viserion, your heart hammering in your chest. The moment you heard of the Others’ movements—of their march toward Casterly Rock—your body had acted before your mind. Your children were there. Tywin was there.

Viserion had barely begun to settle outside the encampment, her massive body coiled like a great snowdrift in the darkness, wings shifting restlessly. She knew. She always knew.

"You're leaving? Just like that?" Jon's voice was sharp behind you, hurried footsteps following.

You didn’t slow. "I have to. My family—my sons—they are there. I cannot stay here while the dead march toward them!"

Jon caught up to you, stepping in front of your path, blocking the way. His jaw was tight, the wind pulling at his black furs, his sword at his hip. Behind him, Davos and Tormund came just as quickly, their faces dark with concern.

"You’re not flying alone," Jon said. "It's too dangerous."

"Everything is dangerous!" you snapped, emotion laced in every syllable. "Every moment I waste here, they get closer! I cannot sit idly by while the Rock prepares for war—I have to be there, Jon!"

Jon’s eyes searched yours, frustration and something deeper warring behind them. "Sansa and Arya said the same when I left Winterfell," he murmured, voice low. "They wanted to go with me. To fight. But they had to stay behind because Winterfell needed them there." His fingers curled into fists at his sides. "And you are needed here."

Your chest tightened. "Casterly Rock is not Winterfell," you said, voice measured but firm. "And I am not Sansa or Arya."

Jon’s jaw ticked. He knew there was no stopping you, not when your children were at stake.

Davos stepped forward. "If you must go," he said carefully, "at least wait until we move. Our forces march for the Westerlands, my lady. If you fly alone into the dark, there’s no guarantee you’ll make it back to the Rock alive."

Tormund nodded in agreement. "Listen to the old man. You don’t know what’s waiting in that sky."

You shook your head, feeling the ache in your chest sharpen. "And if I wait? If I wait for your march to reach the Rock, what then? What if I return to nothing but ruins and ice?"

Jon took a slow, heavy breath. "And what if you return to your death?"

Silence stretched.

Viserion shifted behind you, her golden eyes locked onto the exchange, tail curling.

You exhaled sharply, gripping the hilt of your belt. "I have fought for my family before, Jon," you said, voice steadier now. "I will do it again. If my sons are in danger, I will not hesitate to act. Not now. Not ever."

Jon stared at you for a long moment.

And then, his shoulders lowered slightly, as if some great weight had settled there.

"...Then we will follow," he said at last, resigned. "We will all follow."

A sharp wind cut through the camp, rustling the banners, biting at the fires.

You turned to Viserion, who lowered her great head toward you, waiting.

Your hands trembled slightly as you grabbed onto the saddle, pulling yourself up.

Jon and the others watched as Viserion’s wings unfurled, the earth shuddering beneath her feet.

"Be safe," Jon called over the rising wind.

You looked down at him, your expression softening just slightly.

"Tell that to Tywin," you murmured.

And with that, Viserion leapt into the sky, her roar tearing through the endless dark.

For days now, Casterly Rock had withstood the encroaching darkness, fighting off scattered raiding bands of the dead. Scouts reported isolated skirmishes beyond the cliffs, testing their defenses—small packs of wights slipping through the snow-covered ruins of abandoned villages, probing the fortifications of the Rock. Each time, the Lannister forces managed to push them back, burning the corpses until there was nothing left but blackened bones.

But this was different.

Tywin stood atop the battlements, his furs pulled tightly over his golden armor, the bitter wind slashing across his face. The cold had sunk into his bones, deeper than it had in his youth, but he ignored it, his gaze locked on the horizon.

The fires of the watchtowers flickered and died.

The torches along the walls shuddered.

A deep, suffocating stillness settled over the cliffs—one that clawed into the chest of every man standing guard. Even the wind had gone silent.

And then, they saw it.

A wave of darkness, stretching from one end of the horizon to the other. A wall of glowing blue eyes, unmoving, waiting. It was not like the previous raids—this was a force beyond comprehension, an army so vast that it swallowed the distant land behind it, stretching out as far as the eye could see. Thousands upon thousands stood motionless, weapons in hand, dead faces blank and hollow.

Kevan sucked in a sharp breath beside him. "Seven Hells…"

Thoros of Myr gripped the hilt of his sword, his breath a cloud of mist. "They’ve come."

The army of the dead had finally arrived.

A tremor ran through the castle walls, as if the very stone recoiled at the presence of such unnatural horror. Tywin’s face remained unreadable, but his mind was already calculating, moving through possibilities and strategies like a machine.

Behind him, Lannister soldiers shifted uneasily, gripping spears, axes, and swords lined with dragonglass. The men of the Westerlands had faced Rebellions, revolts, wars for crowns and vengeance. But never this.

One of the younger knights stepped forward, his voice almost a whisper. "What… what do we do?"

Tywin did not look away from the impossible force before him. His voice was calm, controlled.

"We hold."

The knight swallowed, fear visible in the tightness of his jaw.

"Send out the signal," Kevan ordered to the men below. "Every outpost, every soldier within a day’s ride. We need every sword at the walls."

A horn bellowed from atop the battlements.

The call echoed through the stronghold, a deep, ancient sound that carried across the windless night, bouncing against the cliffs. The men below began their preparations in haste—dragonglass weapons were distributed, barrels of oil were hauled to the ramparts, and the gates were reinforced.

But Tywin knew.

They could not hold forever.

His mind was keen, ruthlessly logical. Casterly Rock was strong, but not impenetrable. This was not an army that could be broken by sheer force or numbers alone. If the dead were here, then their leader was close.

A deep rumbling echoed from below the castle.

The soldiers stiffened as Arraxes let out a guttural growl from the depths of the mines, the dragon sensing something unnatural in the air. The men muttered superstitiously, casting uneasy glances toward the tunnel entrance, where the beast had taken refuge.

Barristan Selmy stood at the head of the soldiers, his hand resting on his sword. "Where is she?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the murmurs.

Tywin did not need to ask who.

He turned his gaze to the sky, looking for a flash of dragon scales against the darkness.

But there was nothing.

Only the sound of the wind, and the army of the dead standing in eerie silence just beyond their gates.

The siege of Casterly Rock had begun.

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thebekerslegecy · 6 months ago

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👑 MEDIEVAL MODS + CC | The BEKER LEGECY

I am currently playing Morbid’s ULTIMATE Decades Challenge. Below is a list of all of the Mods + CC I am using in my game🐝

🍯 MODS: Wicked Whims (+18) MC Command Center MC Woohoo More Traits in CAS Royalty Mod Medieval Interactions Ye Olde Cookbook + Stoves +Fires Require Wood + Hunting & Foraging ModHome Region +Townie Demographics by Kuttoe Fashion Authority 2 by Lot51 Functional Broom Functional Loom Functional Pottery Wheel Archery Skill Blacksmithing Skill Historical Simolean Override - English Shillings Children/Toddlers Can Die of Anything Playable Harp + LuteFunctional Horses & Carriages, No Helmet Create Campfire Bonfire Anywhere Arranged Marriages Custom Farm Animals Purchase Custom Animals Zero’s Historical Mods (pickpocket, disease, etc.) Phone to Notebook Replacement Sippy Cup + Toys Default Replacements Stuff for Pets Natural Knitting Stuff PreTeen LittleMsSam Mods ( Pick what you want) Sims4me

🐝 CC:

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TSR Ye Medieval - Ligna Windows Set TSR Ye Medieval - Timber Frame Walls TSR Ye Medieval - Framework Walls TSR - Broken Wood Door TSR Ye Medieval - Soil Terrain TSR Ye Medieval - Hay Ground Terrain

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Lili’s Palace - Folklore Set No. 1 Linzlu’s Frontier Items TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 1 TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 2 TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 3 TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 4 TRS Ye Medieval - Tristan Bathroom TSR Ye Medieval - Tavern Part 1 TSR Ye Medieval - Candle Holder TSR - Skara Stool TSR - The Old Garden Boat TSR - The Old Garden Quay Fish Market Decor Fish Rack Fish Crate V1 Fish Crate V2 Bohrium Vegetables I Old Rustic Well (“Eco Living” version) Stable Set by Moriel Rustic Animal Shed Rustic Chicken Coop Rustic Bee Box Bassinet + Infant Crib SimsHistoricalfinds tumblr (directory) SIMS 4 MEDIEVAL CC TheSenseMedieval Allhistorical cc tumblr Medieval & Fantasy Mods List | Notion Kosmic Hippie's CC Finds — 👑 MEDIEVAL MODS + CC | The Sims 4 antiquated plumbobs : Directory CC Finds Navigation

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🍯MY SIMS 4 MEDIEVAL WORLDS:

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Kingdom of France – Willow Creek’ Mali Empire – Oasis Springs’ Kingdom of Norway – Newcrest’ Inca Empire – Granite Falls’ Holy Roman Empire – Windenburg’ Kingdom of Denmark– Magnolia Promenade’ Republic of Genoa – San Myshuno’ Kingdom of Hungary – Forgotten Hollow’ Grand Duchy of Lithuania – Brindleton Bay’ Aztec Empire – Selvadorada’ Kingdom of Sicily – Del Sol Valley’ Ottoman Empire – StrangerVille’ Hawai’i – Sulani’ Kingdom of Scotland- Glimmerbrook’ Duchy of Milan – Brightchester’ Maya city-states – Evergreen Harbor’ Tatooine– Batuu’ Goryeo– Mt. Komorebi’ Kingdom of England – Henford-on-Bagley’ Republic of Venice– Tartosa’ Duchy of Burgundy – Moonwood Mill’ Kingdom of Aragon – Copperdale’ Mongol Empire – San Sequoia’ Mamluk Sultanate – Chestnut Ridge’ Kingdom of Ayutthaya – Tomarang’ Kingdom of Castile - Ciudad Enamorada kingdom of Moldova - Ranvenwood

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buzzkillchainsaw · 1 year ago

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When No-one hatched, he of course wasn't given the name "No-one". No rational Skywing adult would subject a dragonet to such idiocy. No, they probably named him something nice and appropriate like Ridge, Moraine or maybe Granite. It didn't really matter through, because he didn't keep that name for very long.

He quickly learned that there was something he could do that all the other hatchlings couldn't: Whenever he really, really wanted something, it happened. When he once dropped his favourite shiny rock into a mountain crevice and wished for it to come back, it flew into his claws as if someone down there had thrown it to him. When he wanted to win a race against a fellow dragonet, a bug flew into his opponent's eye and distracted her, making her lose. When he wished he could taste a cut of meat one of the stronger hatchlings had taken for himself, a piece of it slid off as if cut by an invisible knife and slithered towards No-one. Of course, No-one was smart enough to keep this power a secret and to not tell anyone, not even to brag. He was convinced that everyone would want him to share it and do a bunch of stuff for them all the time if they knew about the power. But he couldn't keep it hidden forever.

Once Skywing hatchlings reached a certain age, they were rounded up and brought into a room. That room contained nothing but a candle and some disgruntled soldiers blocking the only exit. One by one, the hatchlings were tasked to sit in front of the candle and "wish for it to be snuffed out". No-one immediately realised that this was a test to find out who had secret powers like him, so he decided to cheat. When it was his turn, he concentrated on the opposite of "snuffing out the candle". Instead of continuing to burn as normal though, the flame shot up towards the ceiling, scaring all hatchlings and making them huddle together in a pile. The adult Skywings fixated No-one with their eyes. He realised that he had screwed up and that the adults would now force him to share his powers with everyone, so he ducked under the soldiers' grasping claws, dashed towards the scared group of hatchlings and wished he could trade places with one of them. After all, once the adults discovered that the other hatchling couldn't do magic at all, they'd probably just let him go. In the ensuing chaos, nobody in the room noticed how one dragonet's deep red scale color instantly faded into orange with yellow speckles, while No-one turned red. The now-orange hatchling was dragged out of the group, screaming, crying, protesting, while No-one and the others were ushered out of the room.

The next years of No-one's life passed by rather uneventfully. He had assumed the other hatchling's identity (whom he didn't see around anymore, for some reason – which made it even easier) and lived an ordinary dragonet life full of training, chores and school lessons. During one lesson, he was taught about animus magic and that it made the user "evil" and "destroyed his soul". This obviously couldn't be true, because No-one was using his magic daily and he wasn't evil. He convinced himself that it was just exaggerated fear-mongering. Still, there was a slight fear starting to settle into the back of his mind. He tried to be more careful with his power, but just couldn't resist using it to get small advantages here and there. No-one was smart about it, but not smart enough: the adult Skywings around him started catching on, noticing the unusual luck that seemed to follow this particular dragonet. Alas, they had no proof that they had an actual animus in their midst – thanks to no small part to their lackluster experience with magic due to their, uh, animus-related zero tolerance policy.

No-one began feeling the pressure. He was plagued by nightmares, first about the adult Skywings discovering him, then they gradually turned more scary, outlandish and violent. In one, he entered the hatchery and commanded rocks to fall from the ceiling and smash the sleeping dragonets' bones. In another, he made a wooden splinter bury itself into the soft flesh of another hatchling's belly to kill it. When he woke up, exactly this had happened to a dragonet sleeping next to him – although the splinter had stopped before causing any major damage –, but luckily everyone just assumed she had just accidentally slept on it. Still, the situation was escalating and No-one had to make a difficult decision.

His plan was simple: 1. Leave the Skywing kingdom undetected. 2. Master animus magic. 3. Find a way to offset this mysterious "damage" to his soul that the magic supposedly caused. The first step was rather easy: He picked out a young, freshly initiated soldier who would definitely be allowed to leave the Skywing territory unsupervised. No-one then took an earring and enchanted it to make the wearer appear as an exact copy of the dragon who was previously touched with it. He then sneakily rubbed the earring on the soldier's tailtip and sprinted away, eager to try out his new spell. After putting it on and looking at his reflection in a puddle, he rejoiced: The soldier, big and strong, stared back up at him. No-one promptly left towards the outskirts, tricking some guards at the border in the process (My weird childish voice? Yeah, I have a sore throat actually).

His new life had begun. It was rather lonely, though. He flew south until he reached the Mudwing kingdom and threw his earring at the first brown dragon he saw sleeping in the mud. Having copied the Mudwing's appearance, No-one felt comfortable enough to explore the territory. The other Mudwings largely paid him no mind, but he did get a few weird questions here and there about where his "sibling group" was, whatever that meant. Away from the prying eyes of other dragons, No-one continued practicing his magic. He made fish jump into his mouth and grass coil around the legs of swamp animals, holding them in place for No-one to catch. But each enchantment he did made the fear and doubt in his mind about his damaged soul worse and worse. He needed to implement step 3 of his plan, quickly. And as luck would have it, an opportunity was about to run into him.

A Mudwing dragonet, barely older than No-one, bumped into him while he was stalking some prey, frazzled and distraught. No-one immediately took notice of that and asked her what was wrong. The Mudwing, a "bigwings" named Tawny, was looking for her younger siblings who loved to run off on their own. She sighed and said that she wished to always know where those naughty dragonets were, so she wouldn't have to worry about looking for them. No-one's ears perked up, as he sensed the opportunity. After making sure no one else was around, he took off his earring to reveal that he wasn't an adult Mudwing at all, but a Skywing dragonet. Tawny was shocked, but he quickly calmed her down and revealed that he was an animus and that he wanted to grant her wish. But seeing as animus magic damaged the user's soul, he wanted to copy her appearance in return and cast the spell in this form to offset the damage to her. Since it was only one spell, she had nothing to worry about. Tawny was unsure – a wish in exchange for just a teeny tiny bit of soul damage? But it was getting dark and her siblings already had a huge head start, so she ignored her worries and accepted. No-one touched her with the earring, put it on and turned into a mirror image of her. He then picked up a rock and enchanted it to become hot when one of her siblings was nearby and then become cold when they moved further away. Tawny rejoiced and put the rock into a pouch tied around her neck. Once she was gone, No-one, still appearing as Tawny, cast a few more spells, and he really did feel different. Lighter. Better. That night, he slept without a single nightmare.

And so, the world opened itself up to No-one with endless possibilities. He travelled the lands, taking on countless appearances and granting wishes in return. Since the spell was very complex, he eventually started writing it down and presenting it to the other party as a contract they had to sign for it to work. Everything went smoothly. However, he did notice one thing: sometimes, one of the appearances in his "collection" would disappear and he was unable change his own appearance into it anymore. He had no idea what caused this, but he wasn't really eager to travel back and find out.

He kept granting wishes to keep a steady supply of appearances. His favourite place to stay was the Rainwing territory, as the weather was pleasant, the food was good and the dragons there were easily convinced to make stupid wishes.

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k-hippie · 1 year ago

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K-202 GROUNDY MOD MAJOR UPDATE 2023

Hello everyone :)

As the last expansion is out for around a week now, we have updated from the ground the k-202 Groundy Mod ...

Maxis made some real changes inside its painting terrains since 2022 and an update was a long time due ! That's why we called it a Major Update :)

missing base ones have been added AND updated

the Get Famous terrains have been removed by Maxis so we did

the Cottage Living ones are completed

the only one terrain paint from Wedding World has been added

the Chestnut Ridge ones have been added

Most of them are Maxis match but a few are really different :) Everything has been updated until for Rent Expansion but Tomarang has no terrain paint ...

The ones which have terrain paints are : Willow Creek and Oasis Spring ( base game ) - Granite Falls - Windenburg - Evergreen Harbour - Sulani - Chestnut Ridge - Tartosa - Henford-on-Bagley

For those who do not know what is the k-202 Groundy Mod, they are terrain paints, the ones used by Maxis for the terrains you may modify AND all your inside lot terrains :) They are different from the k-505 terrains ( which cover the worlds ) ... And speaking about the k-505 : WE MADE A SILENT UPDATE OF THE K-505 BASEGAME ONLY IN ORDER TO REMOVE THE DUPLICATES AND TO BE FULL OK WITH THIS K-202 UPDATE !

ALL THE K-202 FILES OVERRIDE THE GAME FILES AND WORK VERY FINE IN-GAME …

These updates are our last updates before the new year. But rendez-vous before Xmas for a k-hippie talk & news related to the Sims 4 :)

For everything related to our Sims 3 Worlds, we know we are a bit late but do not worry : THERE WILL BE UPDATES for Lost Cove, Oaksoak Hollow and Eureka Valley :) and a new World incoming : Shetland Harbour !

See you soon ... xoxo

Download k-202 ( updated ---> for Rent )

Download k-505 ( base game silent update )

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diagnozabam · 2 months ago

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AMD Ryzen 9 9950X3D: Mostră Engineering Sample confirmată cu specificații impresionante

AMD Ryzen 9 9950X3D, viitorul vârf de gamă din seria Ryzen 9000, a fost dezvăluit ca mostră “Engineering Sample”, confirmând specificații tehnice de excepție. Capturile de ecran din aplicația CPU-Z evidențiază că AMD a păstrat toate avantajele ediției non-X3D, adăugând memoria cache 3D V-Cache fără compromisuri. Specificații principale Ryzen 9 9950X3D: Frecvență boost: 5,65 GHz (aproape de 5,7…

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 3 months ago

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Mystery of love

Previously / Next chapter

a/n thank you once again to peeps who read. Every time I’m like nah… maybe I should end this you all bring back the spark again.

summary: when two lost souls meet at their mutual friend’s party sparks fly, the question is if whatever they feel can actually bloom into something more? But that’s the mystery of love.

warning: toxic past relationships, cheating, creepy ex’s

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You two had stayed wrapped up practically all night. The dim kitchen light danced across your skin. Noah felt like a teenage boy again. One who had just discovered what kissing a girl felt like. It was addicting. One hit and he was gone. All of him was all of you. There were moments when he didn’t know where your body started and his began. For weeks Noah had wondered how your lips felt. How you tasted. That cherry chapstick driving him near crazy. And now you were here. In his arms. He was holding you. Touching you. Your arms were wrapped around him.

It felt as if Noah could breathe again. All the noises in his head slowly faded. Till all he could hear was his heart. Or maybe it was your heart. His hand slowly moved beneath your shirt, fingers barely touching your soft skin, yet it made you flinch as you pulled away, pushing at his wrists. “Did I do something?”, Noah instinctively stepped back slightly, giving you space to breathe. Your eyes met his. The rosy cheeks. The puffy lips made him yarn to lean in but he stood his ground.

“If we’re doing whatever this is…”, you motioned between you two, “we should probably talk”. A chill ran down Noah’s back yet he still reached out, giving your thigh a slight squeeze, “I’m ready to listen whenever you’re ready to share”, a soft smile touched his face before he planted a feather-like kiss onto your forehead. You stayed silent for a moment before letting out a deep sigh, “Dan…”.

Noah’s body instantly got ridged. How that man slotted himself into the happiest moment you two shared was insane. The dusting of him left a bitter taste. “We met in college. It was me, Emmy and Violet. I Met Dan at a party. A charmer, eager to take me out”, you muttered, wrapping your arms across your chest. Shoulders slumping instantly. Noah’s jaw tightened. The start of the story felt awfully familiar to how you two met. No surprise that you had been running for the hills ever since.

“I haven’t had a boyfriend before him so you can probably imagine how it felt to have a guy, a popular one among our peers, show interest,” a bitter laugh slipped past your lips as you shook your head as if still in disbelief, “He was a charmer that turned controlling and manipulative overnight.” Noah took a deep breath in, “Did he hurt you?” He knew that that one word carried more than one meaning. Each one valid in their own way. Each not something he would wish on anyone.

“He cheated on me twice with Violet. Talked me into staying with him after the first time”, it felt as if you just threw a granite. Noah clenched the side of the kitchen island you were sitting on, “Fuck me”, he let his head hang before turning to you. The same mask of indifference firmly plastered on your face, “Don’t feel sorry, it’s in the past now”, “Doesn’t matter, that’s still fucked up”, reaching out he cupped your face, leaning in to kiss your nose before letting his eyes drink you in.

“Can I ask you something?”, Noah muttered after a few moments. You nodded, trusting him with his words. “How is Matt involved in all of this?”, the question instantly made you let out a chuckle. Of course, he would be curious about that. “Emmy used to live with me, Matt stayed over a lot at the start of their relationship, and Dan…”, you motioned around, “he has a tendency of showing up uninvited.”

Noah frowned, “Has”, he narrowed his eyes, “has he been coming over here?” And here it was again. You had forgotten what it felt to have someone who heard you. “It had stopped”, you pointed out. “But…”, Noah urged, you sighed, “After he bumped into us, he’s been pretty… active”. Noah let out a slight grunt, “Why didn’t you tell me?”, “It doesn’t concern you”, you clipped back, sliding down the island. Instantly regretting the choice cause now it had left Noah towering over you. “Like hell it does”, he said firmly, “some dick is banging on my girl's door, I think it concerns me quite a lot, actually”.

You let your eyes grow wide as his words sink in. “Your girl’s”, you mused. “Yes”, Noah nodded eagerly. “I don’t remember agreeing to that”, you poked your finger at his chest. “Look, you don’t want labels we can go without them but you and I, we are exclusive”, his voice left no room for interpretations. You watched him. Trying to catch a glimpse of a lie. Anything. But all Noah did was lean in, brushing his lips against yours softly. Drowning out all the nagging noise.

“So you are mine to take care of not-girlfriend”, planting a big kiss on the tip of your nose he let you push him off, “You’re insane”, shaking your head you tried to hide your smile. “For you, yes”, Noah practically sings songs. You shoot him a serious look before your eyes filled with concern.

“I just don’t want him to hurt you”, your voice was barely a whisper. “Me?”, Noah frowned. “Yes, Noah, he could do some dumb shit, mess with your band”, you whined, already dreading your ex’a next move. Once that would come when he would get a chance to see you happy again. “I would love to see him try”, Noah snorted, you clicked your teeth, shooting him a look.

“I’ve got you”, Noah moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, “You’re no longer alone in this. I have your back, you just need to let me try”. You looked up at him, reaching out to brush your fingers over his jaw frowning, “Can you be mean so I would find a reason to not like you?”, Noah chuckled softly, “So you do like me?”, wiggling his brows he leaned in kissing your shoulder, “Mind to remind me?”

It felt surreal still. Waking up a couple of days in a row to Noah right beside you. You had forgotten how it felt to be safe. To want to wake up. To smile first thing in the morning. You two had fallen into an easy pattern. On days when you worked, Noah would drop you off, chasing a kiss before watching you cross the street. He would pop back home then. Doing whatever that felt right at the time. Picking up pieces of music he had pushed aside because he felt too overwhelmed. You two would always end up together at the end of the day, however. Marsh throwing a fit now whenever Noah would take longer to come back. It felt right. It felt meant to be.

“This”, Noah pulled out a random book, lifting it for you to see. “Republished”, you nodded, “The original, I think was printed out in 1974”. It had been his idea. A book shopping not-date. The not part had started to make you chuckle by now but you loved that he did it. Giving you space to feel it out. Not trapping you between labels that felt so unnecessary.

“Shit”, Noah whistled, you simply hummed, “I think they have a copy of the original in the central library”, it was an old classic. The new republished cover was way more modern and picturesque. Of course to attack buyers. “We should go check it out sometime”, Noah pointed out, putting the book back on the shelf. “You would go to check out books with me?”, you chuckled only to find him looking at you with one raised eyebrow. “I’m already in a bookstore, holding your new treasure and we’re building your a new shelf tonight”, he listed the plan you had made, making you roll your eyes, “Okay, okay… yes sure, we can go”. He leaned in as he always seemed to do, brushing his lips against the crown of your head.

“What else is on your radar?”, he moved the stack of books closer to his chest, glancing around. “This will be all”, you ran your fingers over the crisp backs, “We don’t have these copies at ink and paper”. That’s the only exception you had for buying books elsewhere. “Awesome, look around while I pay”, he moved past you swiftly. “Noah…”, you grunted following right behind him. “You trained him well”, the cashier chuckled looking at you two. “We have a good reward system going”, Noah shrugged making you let out a gasp as you punched his arm, “You’re unbelievable”, you grunted, feeling your cheeks go crimson. “Coffee?”, he asked innocently. “Only if I'm paying”, you pointed a finger at him, one that Noah pretended to bite.

You once again found yourself in a small coffee shop. Once again Noah had made you responsible for his coffee order. The only difference was that you were sitting on his lap now. Fingers brushed through his hair as you two sat in comfortable silence. Your eyes drifted back to him. The features of his face. The sharpness it had regained. “What are you thinking about?”, you whispered not wanting to chase the calm moment away.

“Mind is blank”, Noah inhaled deeply. “That’s good?”, you asked, intertwining your hand with his. Smiling at the sight of his tattooed knuckles. “I think I’m slowly settling into a calmer state of mind”, Noah admitted, “And I don’t remember the last time I had a proper girlfriend”, he added with a chuckle. You narrow your eyes making him throw his head back in a laugh, “I mean not-girlfriend, sorry, yes”.

You bit your lip, contemplating your next question, “Are you prone to sleeping around?”. Noah’s face instantly grew serious as he looked at you no doubt sensing the fear lurking deep inside. “Not really I had a phase. With so much traveling it was easier but I’m almost celibate now”, you couldn’t help but let out the most obnoxious chuckle, “Oh you poor thing”, you tapped at his thigh.

“Thank you”, he nodded dramatically, “now I'm saving myself for you”, he winked. “Shut up”, you pushed at his chest, cheeks getting pink once more. “I’m dead serious”, Noah drew a cross on his chest making you roll your eyes, “I hate you”, “I hate you too”, he muttered, kissing your cheek, before reaching for his coffee.

“We’re having a little friend get-together next weekend actually”, he said softly, seeming excited about it. “That’s fun”, you smiled at him. “Do you want to come as not my girlfriend?”, Noah lifted one eyebrow, looking at you with a smirk across his face.

“Noah”, you shook your head. “I would love for you to be there”, he reached out brushing his thumb over your lip, “Just… All I care about is having you there”. You watched him for a moment, “Will you be showing me off?”, “Oh, absolutely”, Noah nodded eagerly. “Fine”, you shrugged, “We’ll test your skills”.

You had Noah’s hoodie on, frowning at the manual in your hands. From the moment you two had came back home it had been a never ending battle with that tiny book full of absurd instructions. “I’m convinced they forgot a set of screws”, Noah leaned over, counting the premade holes. “They had one job”, you grunted feeling slightly annoyed. Even if it was fun you two had been crouched over for a couple of hours now and your back was starting to kill you. “I can pop into the shop real quick and get a set”, Noah suggested, leaning over the wooden panel to kiss Marsh’s head. Nuzzling his face into his fur.

“It’s not important, we can do it next time”, you waved it off. “No, I will go. You promised to show me how to decorate”, Noah pointed out, “Got to make my shelf at home to impress you”. You chuckled softly. “I can start making dinner then”, you crawled across the floor, flopping right next to him and Marsh, “That way we can eat when you get back and do this while watching anime”, “Sounds like a dream”, Noah muttered, reaching out to craps his hand behind your neck, pulling you closer to him. The kiss making your toes curl. Marsh mowed from beside you, making Noah chuckle, “Don’t get jealous dude”. “I mean… he’s been number one lately”, you fake coughed. “Are you in lack of attention?”, Noah turned you both over hovering over you, “My shelf is”, you mused, making him chuckle. “I won’t take long”, he kissed your lips once more before standing up.

You had barely peeled a couple of potatoes when the doorbell rang again. Reaching for the tea towel you quickly dried your hands. Smiling when you saw your key still inside the dish on the hallway table. “Someone forgot the key, huh”, you chuckled. “No, but I’ll take one if you’re offering”, your whole body froze as that voice filled your head. You moved to shove the door closed only to be met with a sharp shove from the other side, making you stumble back, “Not so fast, doll face, I got unfinished business”, and you watched through blurry vision as your ex’s polished boot stepped onto your fluffy carpet leaving a dirty imprint.

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