#Have the curfew of 5 pm?

[breadeads]

My social battery doesn't match up with my parent's expectations of it or kind of like that.

There are days that I don't even want to interact with anyone and just stay inside my room and grow roots out of my back. On days that even the thought of breathing the same direction with anyone makes my heart heavy and my head ticklish for some reason, my mother expects me to stand up and walk out our gate, talk to someone and expect good results.

On days where I crave the gaze and connection with people, they expect me to behave. Be meek and unnoticed. Well behaved and hidden. On those days, i feel jittery and uncomfortable. I want to go out, hug someone and just talk and feel the warmth of everything— at least until I feel like not talking again.

"I don't want to go out."

"What are you? A hermit, try going out for once."

"I want to go out. I want to hang out with my friends. I haven't been able to hang out with them outside of university."

"Stay inside. Don't be such a lakwatsera, it doesn't look good for a woman to be one."

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire enhypen and their human blood bank (you) part two

ni-ki went rogue (yikes)

sfw with some innuendos (the nsfw is coming i promise)

not proof read

reblog, like, and let me know your thoughts! please don’t repost or translate.

kinda like a filler part (?) but still interesting and the next few parts get more interesting (?) please trust me and bare with me!

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jay had picked you up and brought you straight to the house (actually mansion) the boys lived in. it was in a historic part of downtown, which happened to be no more than a 30 minute walk (5-7 minute drive) to main campus.

historic brick home, built in the 1800s and renovated to fit modern style but also kept the original charm and character. you loved the bookshelves and home library the house had. jay made sure to let you know you were welcome over whenever and that would be your safe space. when you were in the library, none of the boys would bother you. even if they had to feed, they would use the blood bags before bothering you.

5 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, and a finished basement for entertainment. the newbies all share a bedroom. apparently jay was currently searching for a bigger house.

entering the house, sunoo and jungwon were waiting for you and jay to arrive back.

“where’s ni-ki?” you asked barely above a whisper.

“he’s downstairs with sunghoon and jake.” jay answered.

“and heeseung?”

“went to check on the girl in the hospital.”

you let out a big sigh of distress. you hope she was okay, you really did. but would she remember what happened? would she tell the cops on ni-ki and jeopardize the boys secret?

“what—what happened?” you asked looking at all three boys attentively and walked to were jungwon and sunoo sat. both immediately grabbed your hands in their own as jay sat on the coffee table facing you to explain what happened.

jay and sunghoon, the two being the oldest members (in vampire age) had always reiterated to the newbies how feeding on a human for the first time isn’t something to take lightly. it can be deadly for both sides, as well as the newbie losing control due to lust.

there was a curfew for the newbies. be home by 8 pm, if they needed to be out later, sunghoon or jay had to be with them. absolutely off limits was being alone with someone. not just a girl, but a guy too. a newbie will feed on any human with a heartbeat. you did learn though, whichever the newbie is attracted to though, the longing and lust would be stronger.

sunoo had warned ni-ki not to break the rules, but ni-ki insisted he would be okay. he had snuck out around 12 to go meet the girl. sunoo immediately told the olders when he awoke seeing ni-ki’s bunk below his empty around 1:30 am.

jay and sunghoon went out to find ni-ki, and luckily, it didn’t take long as sunoo had ni-ki’s laptop and saw the messages where they were meeting.

the girl had somehow cut her hand earlier that day, and while out with ni-ki her wound reopened. ni-ki smelt the flesh blood. his eyes changed and before the girl could even scream, his teeth had been embedded into her wrist. his other hand had gripped her other wrist so hard, his nails caused a cut, and he fed on that too.

while jay pulled ni-ki off, ni-ki, covered in blood on his face and shirt, smirked and ran off, leaving a trail. jay went after him. sunghoon stayed back to make sure the girl’s memory was erased from the last 30 minutes. he made sure she repeated,

“ni-ki and i said goodbye. he was not the cause of my accident.”

“how—what happened when you caught him? why did sunghoon leave the girl?”

“sunghoon wasnt going to leave her, but he heard someone coming.” jay explained, “i caught ni-ki in no time. although i’m and elder and he’s a newbie that was hyped on his first feed, i am still faster and stronger.”

jay explained how with ni-ki’s behavior right now, an elder needs to be with him at all times, as he wouldn’t be able to manipulate them. ni-ki also doesn’t have the ability to manipulate the one who changed him—hence why jake and sunghoon was with him.

“can i see him?” you asked standing up.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea, love.” jay shook his head but you pouted.

“please jay.” you begged. “i won’t be scared, i promise.”

“it’s not you being scared of him i am worried about. it’s how his behavior will be towards you.”

“what do you mean?” you crossed your arms. it couldn’t be that bad, could it?

“love, he’s very hungry, thirsty, lustful, right now. he’s chained in our basement in a small, hidden room we have for reasons like this. never thought we’d need it. if he smells you, heck he probably smells you now, he will literally not be able to control himself. his mind, emotions, words, all of it.”

“jay—,”

“no, i will not allow you to see him right now. he’s also very angry cause we are denying him of blood, and draining his body of the human thirst.”

your face dropped, “draining?”

“more like, detoxing. he won’t have blood, well, good, fresh blood for a while. the next day or 2, we will be giving him old blood, that doesn’t taste good, but will keep him alive.”

“and that will help him?”

jay nodded, “yes. it could take 12 hours or it could take 12 days.”

“what about school?”

“it’s already been taken care of, okay?” jay tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, then cradled your cheek. “are you hungry?”

you shook your head. “no just tired.” it was still early in the morning from being woke up out of your sleep.

“go lay in my bed. you can sleep in some of my clothes if needed.”

you smiled. “thanks jay.”

as you went up the stairs, jungwon turned to jay with panic in his eyes. “how am i supposed to feed on her now? i don’t want to hurt her, jay.”

“and you won’t because you’ll have me and one of the others with you, okay? we’ll guide you.”

jungwon shook his head with a sniffle, “i don’t want to lose control.”

“jungwon, if i didn’t think you could, i wouldn’t even had mentioned it as a possibility.” jay soothed, “you have the best control as a newbie that i’ve seen and i mean that.”

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you woke up next to an empty bed around 10 am. you sat up and stretched with a groan, your bones popping.

going to jay’s ensuite, you brushed your hair and teeth, before going downstairs to a quiet home.

you walked around looking for life (haha) but when you found no one, your eyes turned to the door leading to the basement. your heart picked up as your hand reached for the doorknob.

“baby doll, what are you doing?”

you jumped with a squeal hearing sunghoon behind you. he had a smile on his face showing his natural pointy k-9s.

“i, uh, i was looking for someone.” you scratched your head. “i walked around the house and didn’t find anyone.”

“that’s because we’re all still asleep.”

“why aren’t you?”

“i sensed you were up to no good.”

“what about jay? he’s not in bed.”

“he’s with ni-ki.” sunghoon said. “and jay made it very clear you are to not go in the basement, no matter how many times you pout and bat your eyelashes.”

you groaned. “fine.” your stomach grumbled. “can you fix me breakfast?”

“you know i’m not the best cook.”

“you’ve been dead slash alive for how long and you still can’t master it up like a chef like jay?”

“no matter how long we’ve been living, there are just some things you’ll never be good at.” sunghoon laughed and he led you to the kitchen.

“what do you want, baby doll?”

“mhmm, pancakes?”

“that, i can do.”

“can i help?” it was jungwon’s voice who joined you both in the kitchen, with sunoo right behind.

“sure. i thought you two would still be asleep.” sunghoon said, then explained how newbies usually sleep most of the day away for at least the first 6 months as they’re building up their strength.

“too worried about ni-ki.” sunoo sighed and sat at the barstool next to you.

“he’s fine.” heeseung’s voice was next to say as you heard the basement door shut.

you quickly turned around. “you were down there with him and jay?”

heeseung nodded. he kissed the top of your head with a “hi pretty,” greeting.

“how do you define, fine?” you challenged.

“he’s not dead—again.”

you smiled at the joke and nodded. “how long have you and jay been down there?”

“just about 3 hours.” heeseung yawned.

“you must be tired!” you gasped and turned to sunghoon, suddenly feeling guilty of having him make you breakfast.

“it’s no worries, okay? i’ll sleep after breakfast is done.” and sunghoon did just that. after finishing the pancakes to feed the whole house, he went back to to his room to sleep.

heeseung explained to sunoo and jungwon that he would be taking them out today to learn to control their urges while in public.

“where are we going?”

“fighting match.” heeseung smirked.

“so violent!” you screwed your face in disgust.

after those three left, jay was still downstairs with ni-ki, jake was still fast asleep, and sunghoon was asleep in his room.

you took the opportunity to go to the library and find a book to read. eventually you fell asleep on the big couch that was in the library.

ni-ki, it was ni-ki. but why were you in the basement?

“help me.” ni-ki pleaded and you went closer to him. poor boy looked pathetic. he was extremely pale and looked as if he hadn’t eaten in years!

“i need to feed or i’ll die.” he said. your feet moved before your mouth. his eyes changed, and his fangs came out.

“feed on me.” you said.

ni-ki’s smile did not look welcoming. his smile looked creepy. the basement light flickered and the next light, ni-ki was covered in blood staring at you. “don’t mind if i do.”

just as ni-ki went to attack, you awoke startled, you too out of breath to even scream. you were gasping desperately for air, and looked around your surroundings.

you were still in the library. the book fell to the ground. your hand went to your head as you felt a headache forming. “what the fuck was that?” you whispered to yourself.

“you okay?” sunghoon asked from the doorway to the library.

you turned with a startle, but smiled and nodded. “i’m good.”

“are you done reading?”

you nodded and got up from the couch putting the book on the shelf. “you need to feed? it’s been a while.” you asked.

sunghoon nodded, “if you don’t mind doll.”

“i don’t.” you said truthfully. another thing you learned is that the older vampires (jay and sunghoon) can go longer in between feeds, especially since their feeds are more intense.

once you reached the doorway to the library, sunghoon intertwined your hands together and led you to his bedroom.

you got in a spot on his bed lying down. you were still in your (jays) shorts, so sunghoon would have no trouble accessing your right thigh. just like jake, his favorite place to feed was your upper thigh.

in no time, sunghoon had his teeth sunk into you. you let out a quick groan of pain with the initial feeling, but it didn’t last long. as sunghoon fed, your mind with fuzzy, and your head fell back on the bed. you don’t remember sunghoon gripping your other leg to make sure you stayed open for him. you don’t remember him finishing, his face stricken with panic as he noticed you weren’t responding to him.

“baby doll, open.” you faintly heard him say.

“what’s wrong with her?” it was jake’s aussie accent.

“i don’t know.” sunghoon said with genuine concern. the guys always made sure you had enough energy and strength before feeds, and they made sure that you knew that. if you didn’t feel well, you were supposed to tell them.

your mouth was opened by jakes fingers and a thick drink was poured down your throat. it was some kind of protein shake to hopefully get your strength back up.

your breathing resumed to a normal rate. you don’t know how long you were out, but you had the same nightmare about ni-ki.

this time when you startled awoke, sunghoon and jake were there. “baby doll, what happened?”

“nightmare.” you said, but sunghoon and jake demanded you told them about it. and when you did, sunghoon wasn’t happy.

sunghoon stormed off out of his room, down to the basement, ignoring jays confused face as he opened the door to the single blocked off room. ni-ki was there, smirk on his face.

“aw man, you’re not who i wanted to see.” he chuckled.

“leave her alone!” sunghoon yelled.

jay rushed in beside sunghoon. “what happened?”

before either boy could speak, they heard your footsteps coming down the basement steps. your eyes glazed over in almost a trance.

“she wouldn’t stop! i didn’t want to hurt her.” jake voiced with worry from behind you.

both sunghoon and jay turned to ni-ki who still had an all knowing smile on his face. “what?” he clicked his tongue. “looks like she wants me to feed on her.”

“ni-ki.” was all you said. before you could step closer, sunghoon slammed the door back, and jay rushed to your side.

“wake up.” he commanded. you did so. his tone was dark and deep, which was probably his authority as head vampire.

“huh?” you looked around confused. you noticed you were in the basement when you saw the pool table. then you panicked looking at jay. “jay,” you began but jay cut you off.

“no worries love. go upstairs and pack an overnight bag. jake, go get jungwon to meet in the living room with an overnight bag as well.”

you didn’t question or argue and went straight upstairs with jake right behind you.

sunghoon and jay discussed amongst themselves. the detox wasn’t working quick enough. ni-ki smelt you from the moment you walked in that door. with sunghoon feeding on you, it got stronger, your smell.

ni-ki had tried to use mind control to let him feed on you. that’s why you were drained so quickly from sunghoon’s feeding.

“i knew it was a bad idea bringing her here, sunghoon.” jay explained. “i’m taking her and jungwon to a hotel overnight.”

“make sure she eats really well.” sunghoon warned, not wanting earlier events to happen again.

jay and sunghoon have decided, it was time for jungwon to feed.

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[malehypnofantasy]

Muscle Head

"Morning, muscle head,"

"Ugh.....what do you want? I literally pounded your ass to oblivion as if that's my girlfriend's tight sloppy pussy last night, what else now?"

"Can you calm down for me, muscle head?"

"Y---yes, sorry about the outburst. I just didn't think you'll wake up this quick,"

"This is 9 AM, this ain't early, muscle head. I noticed the damp towel so you already worked out. Well, last night was great, but don't you think you need to eat again after that draining workout before going on about your day? My feet can get used to a passionate sucking,"

And just like that, the muscular bodybuilder dropped to the floor and grabbed the nerd's hazel brown feet. The bodybuilder sucked each toes with the utmost care and attention while moaning in delight on how delicious of a treat it is and the nerd just smiled proudly while holding his laughter due to the ticklish sensation of the handsome bodybuilder's tongue and saliva.

The whole feet worship lasted for about 5 minutes before the bodybuilder went on another body parts. He lost himself to his Master's barely hairy pits and thin arms while his Master caressed his hair and whispered sweet nothings to his ear. Eventually, he blew his Master's cock before going on about his day as he got some brand partnership talk with one of his sponsor during lunch before another gym appointment with two clients and his own coach throughout the evening. During the stretch of hours he's outside of the house, he behaved normally as if he didn't just swallow the cum of his nerdy loner of a neighbor earlier today

Around 8 PM, the gym is already quiet as the bodybuilder already asked his coach for a 1-on-1 session in his prep to Mr. Olympia so the gym is closed early. When he's doing his set, someone called his coach, so the coach excused himself to pick it up. It's an unknown number but against his better judgement, he picked up

"Hello dumb tool. You must be in the gym, this is your Master speaking, Tobias. Is Aaron still with you?"

And just like that, the Coach reverted to his tranced and enslaved self as he answered monotonously that Aaron is indeed with him and he's currently working on his muscle and poses for next week's Mr. Olympia

"Well, Aaron's little brain probably forget that he's also my subject even though he's out of the house and I told him to be back home before 8:30. That's not going to happen now since this is 8:10 already so I want you to punish him, dumb tool. This is what you're going to do---"

A couple minutes later, the Coach, Tobias, stared at his disciple.

"Are you done with all the reps?"

"Yes, I'm done. Who called? You spent quite some times," he said while taking out one of his earbuds

"It's none of your business, muscle head," said the Coach smirking while Aaron's pupil went wide as his consciousness started slipping away and his entranced self started to resurface once again. But, he's wearing one of his earbuds still so he resisted and started begging

"Coach, what the fuck? Don't say that word again,"

"What? Muscle head? Why? Aren't you a muscle head? Stop resisting and let that bitch ass power bottom out, Aaron. Our Master already told me to punish you for breaking your curfew,"

"Wait.....our Master?? Oh no...." he said, still fighting even though his Coach bombardment of his trigger word clearly made this a losing battle

"This is 8:25, muscle head. Don't you remember your Master's order? Maybe that's why our Master called you muscle head, because your little brain barely have an original thought of its own. You know what, kneel. Kneel to the floor and start repent, muscle head. Beg for your Master's mercy,"

Aaron didn't want to, but his Coach grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed his form as his trembling knee eventually caved in to the pressure. The coach also grabbed the still plugged earbuds and then smirked as he whispered Aaron's trigger word with his gruff voice. Aaron looked up and eventually realized how glazed his Coach's eyes are, and then he started to be pushed to his own subconsciousness as the other Aaron's fully resurfaced

"Now worship me, muscle head. Master is on his way to pick you up and he ordered me to train you to become the biggest slut in this year Mr. Olympia. So let's take this slow so we can still have something to show to our Master when he eventually comes around,"

[natailiatulls07]

The golden trio Pt 5

Lando Norris x female!reader

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Max Verstappen & Female!reader & Charles Leclerc

Summary - Being bestfriends with two famous formula one drivers is never easy, but what will happen when you get involved with yet another formula one driver??

Warning - a cringy pick up line, cheating, slight argument and swearing

A/n - I’ve been ill all weekend so I have just been getting some things done so you are getting loads this weekend

There is also kind of a time skip half way through, but you’ll know when 🤍

How is everyone feeling about todays Grand Prix?? 🥹

The golden trio

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Text (White: Reader) (Orange: Lando)

Hey, are you lighting cause I make you McQueen 😉

Lando Norris are you trying to use a pick up line on me?? 😳

Of course darling, just trying to shoot my shot

Well in that case if you want to shoot your shot, take me on a date

Tomorrow 6pm I pick you up

Do I get to know where we’re going Mr Norris??

Nope. I’ll see you then 😘

See you tomorrow 6 pm 🤍

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Gossip Groupchat (White: Reader) (Red: Charles) (Blue: Max)

Hey Bee, me and Charlie have found a new film wanna do a movie night tonight??

Yeah! It looks like a great film, we think you’ll like it 😁

Oh I’m sorry guys, I have a date tonight…

A date?!

With who!??

Um…Lando 🤭

Wait what?? Has finally come to his senses and remembered that night?!

Idk, he sent me a very cringy pick up line to shoot his shot

Yeah and then what??

I then said if he wanted to shoot his shot he should take me on a date so yeah he’s picking me up at 6

Ohhhh so that’s why you were busy all day

Yep, I was getting my nails done and doing some last minute pieces

Well we’ll probably see you just before you leave so I won’t give you the talk just yet 😇

Now I’m considering sneaking out 😅

Don’t you dare young lady!!

lando.jpg

Shooting my shot for her 😍

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username I want dates like this 😩

username Lando taking photos of their date is just to make us jealous 😤

= username Well it worked 🫤

charles_leclerc Don’t forget about her curfew

= lando.jpg Of course, don’t want to get on the big brothers bad sides 😳

= username Overprotective brothers!!!

Texts (White: Reader) (Orange: Lando)

I had a great time last night, thank you 🥰

Of course, I had to win you over and I hope I’ve done that 🤞🏻

You were successful in winning me over

Yayyy!! Wanna do it again some time?

I’d be a fool to turn that down 😅

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yourusername

Monthly dump 😚

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username Not Y/n posting Lando’s back like we don’t know who she’s dating like girl we know, it’s okay 😂

username The food is making me HUNGRY!!

username She’s just like us, posting the ‘worst’ photos of her bestfriends lol

landonorris Who’s that in the McLaren hoodie?? 😏

= yourusername Idk but he uses some cringy pick up lines 😃

username Not Max being an iPad kid 🫣

f1gossip

Spotted: Lando Norris sharing a kiss with another girl whilst Y/n L/n is seen shopping on the other side of Monte Carlo

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username Isn’t Lando and Y/n a thing??

= username Yeah…

= username That means he’s cheating on her 🫢

= username Yeah…

username Why?? Lando why??!

username No I can’t, I just can’t today no!!

username He continues to fuck up my ship! FUCK!

Texts (White: Reader) (Orange: Lando)

Baby I’m so sorry!

No you can’t go ‘baby’ me. No not after you go and kiss another girl Lando.

It’s not what it looks like, please let me explain

Go on then explain why you were passionately kissing another girl in your car

Seen 4 mins ago

I can’t, I’m so sorry darling

Please it didn’t mean anything to me honestly

Baby? Y/n??

I love you sweetheart

Twitter

username Lando Norris you are gonna need to hide from Max and Charles once they see what you’ve done mate 😳

username He has fucked up so much!

username I bet she’s devastated, poor girl 🥺

username Every thing is okay, everything is okay, everything is okay… we’re fucked

Text (Blue: Max V) (Orange: Lando)

Look I’ve tried to talk to Y/n but I’ve just fucked it all up I’m sorry

Yeah you can say that again. Mate if you’ve come here trying to get cut of any slack you might want to think again

I know, I just wish I didn’t do it

Yk that girl LOVES you, she has been the happiest she has ever been since she started getting hate but you fucked that up

Yeah

Charlie and I have tried to get her out of her bedroom but nothing so you gotta think of something and fast

I will, I’m sorry

I know you’re sorry, please don’t think that me and Charlie hate you because we don’t

Thank you, she’s lucky to have you guys

We’re just abit annoyed that she has been hurt once again

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[vitaminseetarot]

PAC: Random Messages You May Need 🌈🎆⛅

Sup, y'all. I'm finally back for another pick a card reading. I really apologize if folks have not heard from me over the past month, I meant to get this reading (among other things) out a while ago. I have not been able to touch tarot for the past few weeks. Life has been… topsy turvy, to say the least. Heh heh. [sweating profusely]

I meant to have another game out and to have paid readings available by now--that is still part of the plan. What was meant for June will be in July. So this blog might go from 0 to 100 mph real soon, to move along with plans as intended!

I was loosely inspired by the Baker pride flag from 1978 for this group selection. These piles are pretty nondescript: each one contains a random message that may resonate with you. Pick based on whichever color of the Prism Oracle speaks to you most, and feel free to choose more than one. Take only what resonates.

Pile 1 - Strength (Red) Pile 2 - Happiness (Orange) Pile 3 - Illumination (Yellow) Pile 4 - Movement (Green) Pile 5 - Flow (Turquoise) Pile 6 - Trust (Blue) Pile 7 - Intuition (Violet) Pile 8 - Love (Pink)

Pile 1 - Strength (Red)

10 of Swords, Insight

You've been asked by the universe to put up with a lot, especially recently. You're reaching a finish line of a very long and brutal marathon. There have been too many times where you questioned whether or not to throw in the towel. If you have, you may also have questioned whether or not it was the correct choice. Sometimes, things don't work out, and it's better to move on. It can be difficult to hold everything up when one thing after another seems to fall apart at the seams, but either way you're being reminded of the light at the end of this long and turbulent tunnel.

Collect yourself, pick up what pieces you can. Time has shifted everything, but the essentials still stand. Gather the wisdom you have learned from this ordeal. There is still beauty to be found in the decay, glittering gems in the rough.

Maybe you don't want to get stronger. Healing may feel like a better option than grinding for difficult experience points. Give yourself the rest and repair you need. Let go of only that which is keeping you from starting again, but you don't need to throw the baby out with the bathwater. You've gained so much wisdom and strength, this trial wasn't without gain. Treasure it and begin anew.

Pile 2 - Happiness (Orange)

2 of Swords, Clarity

Whatever answers you seek are coming to you. Or perhaps they've already arrived; open your eyes and see for yourself. You may be wondering which path will satisfy you more. The process of reconciling this could take forever unless you lean on your gut here. This can't be decided based on intellect alone, for you could get stuck mulling it over for days. Imagining all the different possible outcomes could be taxing for your brain, so narrow it down. Eliminate the weakest links and home in on what excites you. It should feel like an "aha, yes!"

If you cannot see the answer right away, go within to the realm of imagination. Feel your way through. Visualize not just with sight but with yearning. Does the light of the sun make you feel hopeful? Does the cool rain make you feel relaxed? Would an art class expand your capacity to imagine many things, or would taking a science class?

The X mark in 2 of Swords is like a railroad crossing sign. Redirect that train of thought into brighter and more positive avenues of expression. Say "what if" as if you can't wait for something to happen. "What if I saw a shooting star tonight? What if my cute neighbor asked me out?" Let the future shine its beacon for you. It will all make sense in due time.

Pile 3 - Illumination (Yellow)

Ace of Cups, Reconciliation

Have you been staying up way too late trying to figure everything out? Please give yourself a brain curfew: no problem solving or saving the day after 10 pm! I'm getting that you may tend to ruminate on the same strong emotions. For some I'm getting that there is a crush here. There's inconsistent text messaging. I know it's easy to get too nervous about their reply, but try to wait until at least the next day to hear back. They may need time to formulate their words right. They may not even see your message straight away. Take it all in stride and sleep on it; if they want to reach out to you, then they eventually will.

For others in this pile, you may be going through a rough patch with another person right now and could be wondering how things will pan out. Give them time to respond, they could still be processing it. Stay on the more positive end of things with the idea that things will work themselves out. I feel like if you can manage this in a relaxed and non hurried way, the knot will untangle easily. The coffee in the Ace of Cups is very hot, so give it a chance to cool.

There is opportunity in your near future to make up for something that went awry due to a miscommunication error. You may get a chance to make up for a test, appointment, or an interview. You will receive grace for any mishaps. Remember that tomorrow won't necessarily be the same as today, so cherish both the good you have now along with the good that soon awaits you.

Pile 4 - Movement (Green)

IX Hermit, Devotion

Looks like things are progressing faster than you even thought they would. You may be blinking your eyes in partial disbelief: could this ball really be rolling? Indeed, thanks to your efforts, goals are being met and results are more evident by the day. You eschewed a lot of distractions to make this work, so give yourself a pat on the back for the level of commitment you put into it. Some of you in this pile may have just graduated, if so then congratulations! But try not to get too comfortable with your laurels, for you have a long road ahead of you in whatever you do next. This one completion is the start of many.

Does that thrill you? If so, wonderful! On the other hand, some of you may be feeling uncertain about continuing. You may be reviewing your options to see if this really is worth pursuing. Something that requires a lot of dedication and focus on it to the exclusion of all else… yeah, I can see how that can get tiring after a long time. There are folks who can get their Master's right after their Bachelor's, or have another child right after the first, but people can also happily move on to what feels more right for them instead.

It's okay to stop and assess your tracks if necessary. Taking time off is not the same as quitting. It's not losing motivation, it's recovering it. This is your passion and your discipline, not anyone else's. If you need to give other parts of your life more room to breathe, then do so with the confidence that your great work will wait for you.

Pile 5 - Flow (Turquoise)

4 of Wands, Hospitality

Have you been stuck with something for a while? There's a strong sense of a blockage that is being eroded away over time. This process can be sped up by allowing the ice to thaw a little more. "Break the ice." You may be wanting to open up and spend more quality time with other people but don't know how. Or you could be faced with meeting new people and being nervous about interacting with them. Even more so if they're roommates. A few people in this pile could be moving or have just moved. This is a chance to ease up and get to know new people.

This blockage could be a result of the past and of anxiety. The sound of a turning doorknob just jumpscared me as I typed the last sentence. You may benefit from learning about social anxiety and how to manage it. It's not an overnight job for you to fix this, though, but to just be aware of it and not allow it to get in the way of positive change in your life.

If you're struggling to figure out how to deal with meeting new people, I would suggest looking up videos or how-tos on social interaction, especially if a certain etiquette is required for an event. Learn about conversation starters and fun things you could do together like hosting a game night. Practice makes perfect, and over time the blockage will melt into the stream.

Pile 6 - Trust (Blue)

3 of Swords, Conversion

You have a very soft and tender outlook on life, which makes it all the more painful when reality doesn't conform to such a compassionate vision. It doesn't always try to respond to vulnerability in appropriate ways. Much of the time, this isn't from natural events as much as it stems from the ways in which people can treat one another cruelly. You've had some toxic people in your life who have put you through the wringer and attempted to squeeze every ounce of kindness they could from you. Making light of this pain to them only resulted in further deflection and antagonism on their part. The only outcome was to salvage whatever you could and pray for the best.

It is not your job to change their closed minded perspectives. They're on their own, here. Do not concern yourself with their messy inner world and lose any more of your energy. Also, do not attempt to regain what energy has been lost through bargaining either, as much as it hurts to press onward without looking back. You will recover, but you have to move on first and prioritize what you deeply care about most (you included).

There will come a time when your heart will be healed so you can see the brighter side of human connection again. All the beauty that your gentle soul is seeking is still there, shrouded by layers of protective petals that will one day bloom again and your life will truly flourish. For now, this is a time to give yourself all the comfort you can.

Pile 7 - Intuition (Violet)

XII Hanged Man, Spring

I get the feeling that you've been waiting quite a while for some good results to come in. This could either be from something that you started back in the spring, or are waiting to see results which may come around springtime. It is a season of flowers, so you may be waiting for this thing to blossom--that is, to be fully presentable to the public in some way. To have something to show for the time you put in. Like "hey, this is what I've been working on, this came from the seeds I planted." It could be growing in a direction unlike what you're used to, leaving you wondering how it could succeed in such unusual and burdensome conditions.

Lean on your inner guidance when it comes to the right timing. I don't believe that you're currently in a space where you need to push so hard for the best results. You can let things move at their own pace. Over tending to anything can end up in just as much trouble as neglect. There's only so much you can do before you have to let the flower do the growing and blooming for itself.

It's not always easy to sit in the place of uncertainty with the idea that doing more will provide more. But sometimes less is more. What you're creating is coming to fruition and may even turn out better than you expected. Trust in both the knowledge you've earned over time from learning lessons, as well as your natural intuition, to help you decide when it's time to take action.

Pile 8 - Love (Pink)

7 of Swords, Gossip

Let your heart lead the way here, not your worries over what others will think. Sure, you may end up with some people talking about you, but opportunities will keep passing by if you wait for everyone else to catch up to you. Leaning too much on everyone else's perspectives will only distort the vision you have for your own life journey. We all have unique journeys to go on, but unconditional kindness remains at the center of the Love card, the one thing that brings us together. Following life from a heart centered place may result in having others glance over and whisper, but that shouldn't distract you.

There is a rather delicate message here about dealing with friendships, colleagues, or possibly even family. You may have a tricky situation between several other people right now who have beef not with you but with each other. They may be coming to you to air their grievances and ask for advice.

If you care about both of these people, then it's best to approach this issue as diplomatically and impartially as possible and avoid feeding into the conflict. What would an enlightened mindset do in this situation? How would you want the other person to behave if they were in your shoes? Come from a place of pure compassion. They may choose to make amends or not, it's up to them. If their butting heads is bringing you down, it's always okay to step back and take a break. You are not responsible for what's going on in their heart, only your own, so protect yours well.

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2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[courtingchaos]

At the End of the World

Kas!Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

A/N: Don’t read too much into this. It struck me late and fast and now we’re here.

Warnings: Blood drinking

18+ NSFW No Minors

Another late night closing with just you and two other employees and all of Hawkins at the doorstep to Melvalds. The deeper fissures in the town still sat open but the government had shown up with all sorts of machines and now things could be delivered again and here you were, at work. At the end of the world.

Your keys jingle against the door and you wave off your coworkers who walk down the sidewalk ahead of you. The lock sticks sometimes and you’re left to struggle until you can yank your key ring free. A curse and a kick at the stack of cardboard you need to toss, you shove your hand into your purse to make sure you didn’t forget your wallet again. The main street stays lit by giant floodlights, the distant sound of road work and construction coming in with the late evening breeze. It’s cold now when the sun sets, October turning the weather and the leaves all the same like the earth hadn’t been split open just 5 months ago. You catch a whiff of a bonfire sprinkled on the back of the wind and for a moment you can pretend that everything is okay, that it’s all normal again.

10 pm and it’s later than anything in town stays open, Melvalds and the grocery store being the exception nowadays. Food and pharmacy to keep everyone afloat and stationary, locked in place by faceless government officials who tell you it’s for your own safety. For everyone’s safety.

You shake your head to clear it though, unwilling to linger on your pessimism any longer tonight. A long day full of half smiles and constant running back and forth to pull apart another pallet of Things Everyone Needs. Your room at your parents house, the one you’d moved back into after everything went to shit, calls to you from the cracked sidewalk and you hustle faster to toss your garbage and get to your car. The water mains have finally been repaired so you know you can actually look forward to a consistent hot shower tonight, can practically feel the beating of the water against your back.

You beeline for the alleyway so you can toss the empty cardboard, no thought given to a darkened path. Hawkins had been under curfew since the feds rolled in and with main street lit up you hadn’t worried about taking out the trash on your own in a while. You have to set the box down to to flip open the lid and that’s when you hear it. A muffled breathing from behind dumpster number two, something wet and ragged, something that makes you still completely. It’s human that’s for sure, heavy and big by the sound of it and you start yelling at yourself silently, cursing your placidity.

You take a single step back when you see a head rock into view near the wheels of the other dumpster. Too dark to make out anything yet, just a mass of hair that hasn’t seen a brush in too long. A rasp of a breath in and weakly, “D-do you work here?”

Frozen in place with your body poised to run, but that voice holds no malice. They stutter on their deep breaths, breaths that sound pained. “Y-yeah.” You don’t relax but you aren’t set to sprint anymore. “Are you okay?”

Neither of you move closer but the figure pulls themselves into view more, a frankly too thin hand wraps around the corner of the dumpster to pull themselves forward and you finally can make out a face covered in grime. Eyes shine in the light that bleeds into the alleyway and he, you can finally tell, looks close to tears. Face pulled into a grimace when he scoots out to sit on questionable concrete.

“I just…I need help.” His other arm hugs his middle where his shirt is torn and your mind goes fast, trying to remember the first aid you’d learned in Girl Scouts a thousand years ago.

“Are you hurt? I can go get someone.” You glance over your shoulder knowing there’s at least a cop or an agent doing rounds at this time. “There’s a patrol-“

That’s your mistake, you’ll own it, turning around for too long. For trusting a stuttering mess. You turn back to face him and are stunned at how quickly he’s standing in front of you, those bright wet eyes boring holes into your head. You’d thought it was the shadows maybe but they really are black, from corner to corner, deep abyss that tracks your jump backwards.

You hadn’t heard him stand or shift or breathe and he’s so god damn close.

“I don’t need a patrol.” His voice sounds like white noise. A tuning to your hearing that makes your ears flex backwards at the sudden foreign noise. You swear you can feel it vibrating against your eardrums and coiling deep inside, words made corporeal to slither into your skull. There’s two voices bouncing between you, a double speak that seems to run cold around your neck. “I just need one of you.”

You couldn’t move if you wanted to. It isn’t fear holding your feet to the stained ground but an invisible grip, ironclad and cold, just like his words. You can move your eyes though and you rake over his appearance and try to keep it in your memory.

Long hair, dark eyes, no shoes, ratty jeans, torn raglan with a devil-

“Eddie?” Barely breathed out, silently uttered. He was dead. Well, at least presumed. You’d seen the flyers his uncle had put up and you’d seen how the town had treated them; crude drawings and torn off of the bulletin boards. “Eddie Munson?” You ask again to the pale face in front of you. Four years of high school seated next to him in drivers ed and home ec and art class. Not friends but acquaintances. You know that face. Even when it splits into a formidable grin you can see the ghost of his warm smile under cracked lips.

“Sort of.” His hands come up slowly to hold your neck, thumbs resting under your chin to tilt your head back. “It’s complicated.”

You expect his hands to tighten around your neck but they remain gentle in their movement, too cold against your skin. Unnaturally cold under your jaw where he starts to turn your head to the side.

“I thought I smelled something familiar around here.” His breath moves over your neck like the cold autumn breeze, carrying the promise of dead things at its end. Your heart beats tirelessly against your ribs and you still can’t move except for when he manipulates you around, his head dipping into the crook of your neck.

Fear should be at the forefront of your mind. You should be screaming and shaking, yelling for the police you know are just outside of the mouth of alley. You should be fighting back at him, fist wailing into his chest to push him back so you can fly out of his grip. However there’s a creeping calm of sorts that weaves through your thoughts. It feels fuzzy almost against your brain and you don’t even flinch when his dry tongue scratches over your skin.

“I do need help.” He keeps a hand pressed to your neck while the other pulls at your work polo, baring your flesh to his mouth. “Thank you.”

You can hear him in that moment, Eddie, not whatever this thing is that’s sinking its teeth into you. It hurts only for a moment, like a prick of a needle, and you can feel your mind going blank. Thoughts slip quick like water over rocks and you catch yourself on his shoulder to stay standing. That invisible force that bound you to the spot has faded as soon he begins to suck and again you should be running but you cling. There’s a peacefulness that comes with absence of thought and worry, enough so that you barely notice him drinking your blood. You barely notice the gore in his hair or the deep scars along his cheek. Your hearing begins to fade to only the single sound of his lips attached to you.

A fade to black for all your senses.

And then you feel it. Black tendrils that sneak into your awareness. They swirl and thrash in their form, long fingers of doom that grow around you. It’s a rushing feeling like a thousand wings brushing by you, pushing air across your face and ruffling your hair.

“Do you hear it?” Eddie whispers against your ear, lips warm and tongue wet where it drags along your lobe. “Monsters in the sky, right under us.” You’ve been lowered at some point, his back resting against the dumpster and you clung to the front of him. “So many they’d blot out the sun.” His hands still hold you but they’re warm now too against your cooling skin. “They’re looking for me.” A drop of something on your nose, something thick that drips onto his filthy shirt. “For us.”

Everything is muffled except for his clear voice. Those black tendrils move steadily along your awareness still, vines creeping in to drag you under into oblivion. Your throat sticks when you swallow and you try to form words before you pass out or die. Eddie’s head tilts in close to your mouth and you can smell the dirt and viscera on him.

“Something’s…around…”

“What is it?” He makes a show of looking around the shadows of the alleyway before letting his eyes drop to your barely open ones. The deep black is gone, replaced again by the familiar brown you know.

“Not here.” You need him to understand. The fingers crawl into your vision now, the few specks of light left that you can see, great red eyes in the middle distance of your mind. “Inside.” A weak motion to your head and you see it dawn on his face.

“You can see him too?” He asks you but doesn’t wait for a response before he digs his teeth into his own wrist. Blood rushes from the corners of his mouth and he shoves the mangled skin at you, your wince doing nothing to get it away from you. He cradles your head now, knees drawn up to help hold you while he feeds you something of himself. The blood pushes past your slack lips, bitter tannin where you expected salt and copper. No fight left in you while the wind rushes in your ears and the dark fist closes over your minds eye.

“I need help.” He intones again when you latch on to his wrist finally. “Will you help me?” No double speak this time, no white noise to warp your thoughts. Eddie asks you for help while you lay in a cold alley on cold concrete and drink from his self inflicted wound. You’ve never been friends, just acquaintances, but the blood is heavy on your tongue. He holds you close and keeps you both hidden in the dark. He sees the same monstrous form you do and there’s fear in those brown eyes, still shining, still wet with tears.

Your senses stop whining like a flicked switch, your hands coming up to grasp more fully at his offered arm. You nod and keep drinking and there’s that smile again, the real one, the warm one. “Thank you.”

It’s silent now except for the sounds of your eating and the rush of leathery wings beating underneath your feet.

[princeandrogyne]

every penny i make and every hour of my day is controlled when my family is in town. i must wake up at 6:30 every day even if I don't go into work until 11, and two days out of the week i have classes that run until 10 pm, so i am getting a non-optimal amount of sleep at least two/5 weekdays. I have been disallowed from taking naps at home for about two years now. They have eyes on my bank account everyday. they "inspect" my room and car everyday. if my car doesn't meet regulation they threaten to take it so i cannot go into work or school. if i do not take my car through a car wash 3/7 days of the week, i get reprimanded. i must have my phone turned off and in the kitchen by 9 latest everyday (i use my laptop in my room afterward but obviously i cant let them catch me) and sometimes it is hidden from me in the morning so that i cannot use it until a list of things is done, often making me late or forcing me to cancel plans. the list is often cleaning up after other people or tasks i couldve gotten done later in the day such as reorganizing the kitchen or trimming all the tall grass around the property that the lawnmower can't reach. i have a curfew 6/7 days of the week. i know its not bad like its entirely liveable but i feel compressed and stressed constantly and i even have this reaction that whenever i hear the garage door opening (meaning my family has come home) i have to make sure the door to my room is open and that im in a different room doing something so they dont think I'm "slacking" or "hiding" even if i was just trying to do homework in my room (sometimes im disallowed from this and sometimes i am not, i can never really tell) and they yell at me like 3 times a day anyway for not spending more time in the living room and hiding from them in my room but they just stress me out so much i want nothing to do with them AUUUUUGH

[mallowsweetmiri]

Peaches - Part 3

~ A Fred Weasley Fic ~

Peaches Masterlist:

Your POV

You woke up to complete darkness and a dry mouth.

“What time is it,” you grumbled as you opened your bed curtains to check your alarm clock.

10:55 pm

Fuck. You had slept through dinner. You sighed as you laid back down in your bed and tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. You had just slept for 5 hours, and your stomach was grumbling loudly.

Quietly, you tiptoed out of bed and slipped on your robe. Lucy was fast asleep. Your stomach growled again. You couldn’t even blame her for not waking you up for dinner, you had been so unpleasant.

“Lumos,” you whispered as you stepped into the hall. You crept down the stairs and through the common room. The fires were crackling quietly, but nobody was awake. You slipped out of the common room and into the hall. It was significantly colder out here. It had been a while since you’d snuck around past curfew. Luckily, the kitchens weren’t too far from the dungeons. As you ascended from the dungeons and into the grand staircase, you stopped to make sure you didn’t hear any professors, poltergeists, or pets. When you were sure the coast was clear, you scampered across the hall and down the stairs towards the kitchens. Soon you approached the painting. You tickled the pears and entered into the kitchen. The energy was bustling compared to the echoing halls of the castle. You smelled fresh bread being baked. You heard the sounds of pots being cleaned. Soon you saw two small heads appear in front of you, one of them sporting a sock as a hat.

“Miss! Can we get you something to eat?”

“Something to drink?”

“Some tea?”

You smiled down at the two house elves.

“Tea would be lovely,” you said and immediately one of them ran off. The other one looked up at you eagerly.

“Anything else, miss?”

“Well, I actually slept through dinner and I’m quite hungry. I really don’t want to be a bother, but if you have any leftovers or literally anything to eat, I would really appreciate it,” you smiled kindly at the female elf.

“It is no problem, miss! Bitty is happy to serve you,” she bowed before scampering off. You let out a chuckle, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the phrase ‘Bitty is happy to serve you’ but grateful that you were getting something to eat. You rubbed your temples as you took a seat at a counter. You were so tired.

Just at that thought, you heard the door to the kitchen swing open. You were so exhausted you couldn’t even roll your eyes at the sight in front of you.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Fred strode towards you. You didn’t understand how he appeared to have seemingly endless bounds of energy at all times of the day. “I didn’t take you as the type to sneak out past curfew.” You frowned.

“I’m not. I slept through dinner is all,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter and trying to flatten your hair with her hands. You gave up rather quickly though, and slumped back onto the elbows. Fred chuckled at the sight of you as he took a seat next to you. “What are you doing here, Weasley?”

“Me and George were setting off dungbombs near the library as a distraction to sneak into the potions cabinet. We found what we needed rather quickly so I decided to swing by the kitchens for some late night snacks,” Fred grinned as he leaned in closer to you. You were too tired to even tell him how stupid he was.

“Mr. Weasley! Mr. Weasley! What can I bring you,” the male elf beamed up at Fred as he delivered me my tea.

“Dobby! Just the elf I was looking for. Me and Georgie just need some crisps and sweets to get us through the night,” he sent a wink towards Dobby as he ran off. I blew on my tea before taking a small sip.

“Well acquainted with the kitchen staff, Fred?” You raised your eyebrow at him. Just then, Bitty returned with a plate of steaming hot food and bowed before scurrying off.

“Unlike you Slytherins, we Gryffindors like to say thank you and get to know the wonderful staff here at hogwarts,” Fred teased, eyeing your plate of food.

“I would’ve said thank you had Bitty stayed for a moment longer,” you sighed, “I’m just too tired for our banter Fred. I just want to eat and go back to my dorm.” Fred frowned at this but let you begin eating. The leftover roast dinner was hitting the spot and you couldn’t help but let out a little moan of delight. Fred smiled as you continued to eat.

“Why’d you miss dinner tonight?” Fred asked, keeping his eyes glued to you. You looked down at your tea.

“I told you, I slept through it,” you mumbled. Fred scoffed.

“I know you think I’m daft, but come on Y/N,” Fred pried. If you hadn’t been so exhausted you would’ve come up with a snarky comment to shut up his stupid freckled face. You sighed and set down your cup.

“You were right earlier, about me being, I dunno, frustrated. I don’t even know what I am feeling. All I know is I’m tired all of the time and I can’t even be bothered to get out of bed to entertain the idea of a meal,” you admitted, defeated. Fred put his hand on your shoulder. It was a friendly gesture.

“It’s okay, Y/N, to not feel happy. That’s why you have people to cheer you up. Like me,” he grinned stupidly. You let out a sharp breath through your nose and couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“But why do you want to cheer me up? You didn’t even know I existed two days ago,” you questioned. You were genuinely curious.

“Well I already told you, I just thought you were funny for yelling out fuck into the abyss. And while you’re mildly unpleasant to approach, I find your sense of humor and wit to be quite entertaining. And of course, I’m smart, despite what you think. And I can tell there’s something else going on. Maybe it’s none of my business, but I want to get to know you, I want to be your friend. Is that so hard to believe Y/N?”

You furrowed your brows together. Was it so hard to believe?

“Maybe it’s just hard to believe because it’s you,” you shrugged, continuing to eat your dinner. Fred scoffed and put his hand over his heart, as if hurt.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fred feigned offense. After finishing your last bite, you had finally regained the ability to roll your eyes.

“Nothing, just that I didn’t think you were capable of having any sort of emotional intelligence,” you shrugged and sipped the last of your tea. Fred jaw fell open as he saw you were completely serious.

“Here you go Mr. Weasley!” Dobby bounded up to us and handed him a wrapped package of goods.

“Thanks Dobby,” Fred muttered quickly as you began to stand up, “now wait a minute, are you serious? You really think I’m that dim witted?”

“I mean, sort of,” you sucked your teeth and give him a half apologetic look, “but if it makes you feel any better, you’ve definitely proved that you can hold human conversation, so…” you trailed off and looked around the kitchen. You knew if you took one look at his dumbfounded face that you would burst into laughter. He pressed his lips together into a flat line.

“If you were anyone else, that would’ve seriously hurt my sense of self worth,” he said dryly, “but honestly, I feel like that is the most peachy thing I’ve heard you say all night, so I’ll let it slide.”

One side of your mouth curved up despite all of your desperate attempts to stay straight faced. Immediately that idiot broke into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him wear. You rolled your eyes again.

“Merlin, your face is going to give me an aneurysm,” you mumbled as you turned on your heel to leave, unable to hide the smile creeping up on your face. But that stupid git had the longest arms and he was able to pull you back to him just so he could see your face all lit up.

“Aww, I made you smile,” he cooed, pinching your cheek. Your face immediately scrunched up as you pulled out of his grasp.

“Goodnight, Fred,” you said, matter of factly as you turned around once more to head back to your dorm. He followed you out of the kitchen and down the hall, both of you stopping at the top of the stairs right before the grand staircase. You peered your head around the hall to make sure the coast was clear before the two of you set off in opposite directions.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

—————————————

You woke up the next morning feeling well rested. The late night meal had helped you sleep through the night and you couldn’t help but chuckle at your interaction with a certain red head. How did he seem to be everywhere you were yesterday?

“Good morning sleepy head, sleep well?” Lucy asked, strolling out of the bathroom while drying her short hair with a towel.

“Mm, you know I actually did,” you yawned, stretching and standing up to get ready for the day.

Classes went by as they always did, and you mostly kept to yourself. While your head didn’t hurt from lack of sleep, this clear mindedness made you think better. And thinking always lead to the grief.

“Earth to Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Lucy asked, waving her hand in front of your face as you walked back to the common room.

“I’m sorry Lucy, I totally wasn’t,” you sighed, “I’ve been such a shit friend this whole year. I’m sorry.” You frowned at your friend. She only returned it with a solemn smile.

“It’s okay Y/N. Me and Cassius both know what you’re going through. We just wish you would talk to us. Let us help you,” she pleaded, reaching out for your shoulder. You leaned into her touch.

“I know, I know. But I’ve burdened you guys enough with my tears this summer. I just need time to sort this out still. I’m going to take another walk,” Lucy frowned, “I promise I’m okay Luce. I just want to clear my head. I promise I’ll be at dinner tonight.” You turned around and waved goodbye before heading towards the exit.

“You’re not a burden, Y/N!” Lucy called after you.

The afternoon was just as sunny as yesterday. The wind had died down a bit and it felt quite pleasant out. Your legs began to wander towards the quidditch pitch. You thought the sun would feel great while laying on the benches of the stands. As you climbed the stairs up to the top, you could hear a team yelling practice drills and whizzing through the air. As you reached a spot up near the top, you finally spared a glance towards the field. Impressive plays were being made by a team sporting red jerseys. You laughed to yourself. Of course Gryffindor was practicing right now. Soon the practice began to come to an end. You layed down on the stands and basked in the warmth of the afternoon. You tried to clear your mind but the familiar sound of the brooms only made you think of your father.

“Come on, Y/N! Why don’t you try for the quidditch team?” Your dad called out as his feet hit the ground. You had scored on him again.

“I don’t have time for that,” you waved him off, smiling, “the only people who would dedicate that much time to a sport would be brutes like you!” You tease as he begins to run after you. You laugh as he picks you up and hangs you by the legs and begins to tickle you.

You sighed as you opened your eyes to stare up at the sky. A tear slipped out of the corner of your eye as you sat up.

“When will I stop missing you, dad?” You whispered, grabbing your bag to move on from the pitch. You didn’t really feel like having a sob fest in front of the Gryffindor quidditch team. Your legs began to carry you down the stairs and through the grounds. You kept walking a short distance until you found yourself by the lake. You sat on the shore and tried to gain your composure, but your head fell and soon you were beginning to cry. You hated crying. You had cried so much over the past few months that it took every ounce of energy that your body had mustered up from last night and drained every last drop. You tried to hold still and regulate your breathing.

“Oi, peaches, were you stalking me?” You heard a familiar voice call out from a bit up the path. You froze and tried to slyly wipe your face.

“N-no, I wasn’t Fred, I was just trying to enjoy the afternoon sun,” you tried to bite back, but your voice wavered. You didn’t even turn around to look at him.

“Hey, are you okay?” His voice came closer to you and soon he was plopping himself down right next to you. You just stayed still, facing forward. You knew if you moved even an inch that a tear would fall. You pressed your lips together tightly as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Hey, I’m sorry Y/N, I was only teasing,” Fred said lightly. You looked really upset. Of course this self obsessed idiot would think it was because of him. You couldn’t help but let out an exasperated breath as your head fell towards your chest. The movement caused a few tears and fall onto the ground.

“I’m not upset because of you, you idiot,” you breathed out, letting one half of you smile curve upwards. But Fred wasn’t smiling. In fact, you’d never seen him look so serious.

“Hey, hey, then what’s wrong?” He furrowed his eyebrows together as he tried to take a look at your face. You wanted to tell him to go away. It was none of his business why you were upset. He reached up and wiped away one of your falling tears. “Com’ere,” he mumbled, suddenly wrapping his long arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You wanted to push him off you, but you seemed to lean into him, your face scrunching up one last time before releasing all the tension within your body at once. You shook with a sob as the tears now seemed to pour out of your eyes and onto Fred shirt.

You tried so hard to sniffle it all back inside, but Fred only pulled you closer, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to console you.

“Fuck,” you sobbed and laughed into his chest before sitting up slightly, “I’m sorry.” He only chuckled at you.

“Don’t be sorry, I only want to know who made you cry so I can go kick their ass,” Fred teased, sliding his arm off of shoulders. You pursed your lips together as you look up at him.

“My dad’s dead.”

His smile immediately dropped from his face and he looked horrified. Your deadpan face fell into laughter as you sniffled.

“Y/N! I-I’m sorry I didn’t know,” he scrambled for words, “Why are you laughing?”

“Your face is just hilarious,” you chuckled, sniffing and wiping your nose with the back of your arm. He pursed his lips and looked at you with a serious expression.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for your loss. Do you… do you want to talk about it?” He seemed tentative to pry any further. You shook your head and stared out towards the water, but for some reason you felt like you could trust him. He clearly wanted to get to know you and you felt like he wouldn’t go blabbing around about your dead family. Oh, fuck it.

“He died in July. He was a curse breaker and you know, the job is dangerous. He’s the only family I’ve ever had. My- my mom had died when I was a baby, you know, during the war. I miss her a lot but I never even knew her…. My dad, he was my best friend,” you head dropped as you felt like crying again, “and now I’m all alone.”

“You’re not alone, Y/N,” Fred said, looking at your sad face, “but I know how badly you must be hurting now. I’m sorry, I can’t even imagine your grief right now.” You held up your hand and swallowed your tears.

“Thank you for listening to me Fred. I appreciate it, but the last thing I need is for another person to feel sorry for me. My friends are worried cause I’m not happy but I just can’t burden them any longer with my sadness. I just want to feel better already…” you trail off, playing with the sand by your feet.

“You have good friends Y/N, and it’s okay to not feel happy. But if you’re looking for someone to cheer you up, you’ve come to the right guy,” he grins at you. You snort.

“Well you definitely keep me distracted.”

“Oh, so you think I’m distracting?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Whatever, peaches.”

[compassionatereminders]

Hi i hope u dont mind me asking in this group home of yours do everyone have 1 room for themselves or is it more like having an apartment with kitchen, room, bathroom...

Do you must have a roommate? Or if not can this randomly happen if more people join a group home?

Can you have visits that stay over at your room?friends or family if they visit you for a day or 2?

Is there cafeteria in case if some people can't cook because of their disability?

Are there guards that make sure you must come back to your room/apartment by a certain time? Like 10 pm for exmaple

So sorry if you ever talked about this i have been following you for maybe 2 weeks i hope my questions are not ignorant.

I'm gonna answer all your questions based on the rules in my current group home, but first of all I want to spell out that the rules are VERY individual and that I can't provide you with any general guidelines. So if you are considering a group home, you absolutely cannot trust that any group home you choose will have the same rules as my current group home. So you gotta do any relevant research and ask any relevant questions individually for each place you're considering, because the rules can vary a lot.

Now on to your questions...

1. We each have an apartment with a bathroom and a small kitchen.

2. No one has roommates, and you're actually not allowed to share your apartment with other people, even if you'd like to do so.

3. But you absolutely can have visitors, also overnight visitors, and you don't need to ask permission. They just can't move in permanently.

4. You can sign up for their meal service which, if you're willing to pay, will provide three meals a day. It's pretty affordable.

5. There are no curfews and you can come and go as you want.

And I absolutely don't mind your questions. I'm happy to talk about the whole group home thing!

[beardedmrbean]

Aug. 5 (UPI) -- Bangladesh's embattled prime minister, Sheikh Hasina, resigned Monday and fled the country after protesters stormed her official residence in the capital amid a growing revolt that began over quotas for government jobs in which hundreds of mostly protesters have died.

The announcement from the head of the army, Gen. Waker-uz-Zaman, came after security forces were overwhelmed by thousands of people incensed by a violent government crackdown descending on the Sher-e-Bangla Nagar area of Dhaka, setting cars and offices ablaze.

Footage circulating online shows protesters celebrating inside Hasina's residence, removing furniture and elsewhere in the city trying to tear down a statue of her father, Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, former prime minister and leader of the country's independence movement, who was assassinated in 1975.

Promising the formation of an interim government, Zaman pleaded with demonstrators to call off their protests.

"Whatever demands you have, we will fulfil and bring back peace to the nation, please help us in this, stay away from violence," said Zaman who promised the military would also back off.

"The military will not fire at anyone, the police will not fire at anyone, I have given orders."

Hasina arrived by helicopter in India at a military airbase 17 miles east of Delhi on Monday evening with the BBC reporting that she may be en route to London, citing unconfirmed reports.

A spokesman for British Prime Minister Keir Starmer said Monday that he wanted to see urgent action to "ensure democracy" won out -- but made no mention of Hasina coming to Britain or any discussions regarding where she might go into exile.

"The right to peaceful protest must be protected and never subjected to violence, and we call on the authorities to release all peaceful protesters and ensure due process is followed for those charged and prosecuted," he added.

"I hope that swift action is taken to ensure that democracy prevails and accelerate the process towards peace and security to people in Bangladesh."

Hasina's son, Sajeeb Wazed Joy, said she had been considering resigning for the past 24 hours and had left the country for her own safety at the insistence of her family.

He rejected the accusations leveled at the 76-year-old of outstaying her welcome after four terms totaling more than two decades during which she gradually morphed from the democratic icon catapulted into office in a people power uprising into an authoritarian leader amid crackdowns on dissent and allegations of graft.

"She has turned Bangladesh around. When she took over power it was considered a failing state. It was a poor country. Until today it was considered one of the rising tigers of Asia. She's very disappointed."

In Dhaka, demonstrators ignored an evening curfew as unrest and looting continued into the night with demonstrators breaching the gates and damaging the residence of Home Minister Asaduzzaman Khan in the Dhanmondi area of the capital where smoke was seen coming from the building.

Protesters torched the city's Mujibur museum.

Northeast of Dhaka, 150 miles away in Sylhet, the offices of the deputy commissioner and superintendent of police and the homes of several councilors were attacked.

Hasina's resignation came a day after more than 90 people were killed Sunday during clashes between anti-government protesters and police -- 13 of whom were among those killed after thousands of people attacked a police station in the northwestern district of Sirajganj.

Sunday's casualties brought the death toll to 280 since early July when student protests over the partial reinstatement by the courts of civil service recruitment quotas -- where sought-after government jobs were reserved for supporters of Hasina's ruling Awami League -- erupted into wider, and violent, anti-government unrest.

Government crackdown efforts escalated from tear gas and rubber bullets to live fire, curfews and Internet blackouts bringing hundreds of thousands more people onto the streets demanding change and ultimately Hasina's resignation.

Student organizers had called Sunday for a national non-cooperation government boycott under which people would refuse to pay taxes and utility bills.

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire enhypen (part five!!!???!)

you listen to eunchae and meet some people with interesting backstories

ni-ki has been following the rules (yay!)

sunghoon, jay and the others are worried about you

next part will be straight nsfw/smut with the four oldest. hehe.

if any names are misspelled i apologize!!

not proof read. please like, comment and reblog but please don’t repost and translate!!!

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ni-ki arrived to the house at exactly 4:59 pm, but him being on time was the least of jays and sunghoons worries.

ni-ki entered announcing himself, but got no response. he walked into the living room seeing each of the guys sitting.

jungwon, sunoo and jake on the couch, heeseung on the floor his head between his knees, sunghoon in a chair, jay pacing.

“what’s going on? if yall are worried about me, im here? i didn’t break curfew!” ni-ki stated and looked at jake.

“it’s not you they are worried about.” sunoo answered.

with a joke ni-ki said, “so i could’ve met that girl and yall wouldn’t have cared?”

that got all their attention, jay said, “absolutely not. don’t tempt us, ni-ki.”

“what girl?” jake asked with a smile on his face.

“some girl that kept staring at me and our favorite human.” ni-ki answered, throwing his bag on the floor as he plopped next to jake.

“her name?”

“eunchae.”

“ni-ki,” sunghoon warned but ni-ki nodded in understanding.

“i know i know, stay away from her.” he rolled his eyes. even though he wasn’t. he was intrigued by eunchae and her story.

“they’re worried about her.” jungwon sighed picking at his nails.

“who? eunchae?” ni-ki asked confused.

“no, it’s—,”

“what are we gonna do?” heeseung asked finally speaking up. “i mean we can feed on the bags we have and other humans, but her blood was special, we all know that.”

“not all of us.” ni-ki mumbled but no one either heard him or paid attention to him.

“i will talk to her.” jay stated.

“and look where that got us!” sunghoon argued. “she stormed out yelling fuck you to the both of us!”

“she can’t ignore us forever, sunghoon. she belongs to us. we own her.”

“technically we don’t, not yet anyway.” sunghoon pointed out.

“what was i supposed to do, hold her down and bite her?”

“that would’ve been better than ignoring her questions!”

“she was asking what happens to her and her future! she asked me to change her to a vampire, sunghoon.” jays voice was getting louder. “she had the nerve to say she’d fall in love, get married and have kids with someone that isn’t us.”

“well we can’t have kids.” jake retorted but jay wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“shut it, sim.” jay snapped.

the guys have never seen jay this way, ever. only sunghoon has seen him like this, over a century ago.

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eunchae had brought you to the house off campus she shared with 5 other girls.

the house was gorgeous, another historic home, with a huge porch and a porch swing. the boys house was more polished while this house seemed more comfy and lived in.

“kura! kazhua!” eunchae yelled.

a brunette came down the stairs holding her ears, “dang eunchae, why so loud?”

“is unnie sakura and kazhua here?”

the brunette nodded, and grabbed a bag you were assuming was hers. “im going to meet jen and chae at the library.”

“okay, bye garam!”

the brunette, garam, left, and two other girls came down the stairs.

“girls, we need to talk to you.” eunchae said with a pout.

in summary, all the girls who lived in this house was a seraphim, or fallen angel living in a human body they died in. you learned sakura, the oldest knew jay in the past, kazhua knew sunghoon.

how?

jay fed from sakura often, and sunghoon kazhua. sakura became a seraphim because of jay. he hurt her so bad when he was done with her. she was in tears running home when she was hit by a horse carriage. kazhua became one after she got hurt by sunghoon. she went to run from him and she fell down a hill hitting her head on a rock. sunghoon panicked and ran off. sakura found her hanging on to life.

although they are seraphim’s and typically they aren’t fallen angels, since them as a group specifically don’t serve god, they are considered fallen angels. they want to spread love and light, but can also bring chaos to others.

basically they bring chaos to those who have wronged others, but they have to be careful about it. it could be as simple as someone dropping their food or coffee after paying or as extreme as someone getting murdered.

jay and sunghoon made them each feel special, but in the end, just disappointed them. the icing on the cake was the girls had photos. they mentioned the boys probably got rid of any evidence of a past human relationship when they met you.

by the time they were done explaining you had a terrible headache.

“why don’t you sleep here? you can sleep in one of the bunks in eunchae and garam’s room.” sakura offered. you were too weak to decline.

“thank you.” you smiled. the girls helped you with getting a shower and other hygiene before offering you some extra pajamas that could fit you. you ended up texting your roommate that you wouldn’t be back at the dorm tonight. afterwards you powered your phone off as it was on 40%.

the house had 4 bedrooms, sakura had her own, chaewon had her own, jen and kazuha shared a room with two twin beds, and then eunchae and garam shared with 2 sets of bunk beds. each girl claimed the top bunk on the beds, so you slept on the one underneath eunchae.

“are you okay?” eunchae asked from the top bunk. it was close to 10 pm and the other girls hadn’t came home from the library yet.

“i don’t know.” you sighed before letting your body’s energy sink and going to bed.

when you awoke the next morning, it was 8 am. typically you had a 10 am class, but looking at your phone when you woke up, they had cancelled. that was your only class for the day.

eunchae came into the room with a smile. “i have class at 10:30. garam should be back by noon. sakura doesn’t have class on tuesdays and thursdays so she’ll be here all day unless there’s some work.”

you nodded. “thank you for everything.”

“of course. I heard their stories after i met sakura and kazhua and saw how much it affected them. even to this day. when i learned about you i felt i needed to warn you.” eunchae said softly. she waved and turned to leave.

sakura told you what they told you last night should not dictate your decision if you keep seeing the guys and allowing them to feed. she just gave advice to not let yourself get emotionally attached more than you are. to think of it as a transaction, because what have they done for you?

fancy gifts, hotel stays, fancy food, and pet names mean nothing if they don’t understand what you truly like as a person.

you grabbed your belongings, opting to stay in the sweats and hoodie you slept in. they definitely kept it cold in this damn house.

walking down the stairs, you saw sakura meeting you at the door with a smile. “you are welcomed here anytime, okay? don’t think you know this but when you’re here, they can’t track you.”

sakura gave you a hug goodbye as you walked the 5 minutes to your dorm.

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you may have not realized the guys couldn’t track you all night, but they definitely realized.

that night around midnight, sunghoon went to your dorm to check on you. he used his mind power to unlock your dorm door and quietly make his way in. he couldn’t smell a fresh scent from you, and it was confirmed when you weren’t in bed asleep.

he panicked and immediately alerted jay.

sunghoon demanded jay stay behind with sunoo, jungwon and ni-ki, cause first off they needed someone (an elder) at home. secondly, sunghoon didn’t trust jay would approach you calmly once found.

that night, all night, sunghoon, heeseung, and jake spent hours looking and trying to track you with no luck.

when the guys returned to the house, telling jay they didn’t find you, jay stormed into the room where ni-ki and the other three slept, ripping the covers off of ni-ki.

“what the hell man!” ni-ki was not happy being woken up at ungodly hours of the night (ironic huh?).

“what was that girl’s name?” jay asked. by this time jungwon and sunoo were awake as well, sunghoon, jake, and heeseung in the doorway or near the doorway of the bedroom.

“what girl?”

“the one that was staring at you and—,”

“eunchae. don’t know a last name.” ni-ki groaned cutting jay off. ni-ki pulled the covers back over his head in attempt to shut off the conversation. “now let me sleep! i have class at 9.”

jay left the bedroom and began pacing around the house. jay texted you which went unanswered.

jay: love where are you?

that’s where it got him now, staying in the shadows as he stood outside your 10 am class. except the students or professor or you never came.

jay had class at 11 so it was sunghoons turn. he stood in the shadows by your dorm. and there you were. walking with your (?) hoodie up, eyes down, swiping into your dorm.

you unknowingly being watched, went up to your empty dorm, and peeled off the clothes you borrowed, grabbing an oversized shirt of heeseung’s slipping it over your head just as a knock came to your door.

you cursed yourself after opening it, without looking in the peephole. you went to shut it, but sunghoon was too strong. “baby doll, don’t be like that.”

he pryed the door open and you stepped back as he stepped him. “go away, i don’t want you here.” your voice shook.

“i did a nice thing by knocking, i could’ve just tampered with the door.” sunghoon tsked.

you swallowed knowing you were stuck. “what do you want sunghoon?”

“baby doll, where were you last night? me and some of the guys looked for you but couldn’t find you. you had jay so worried.” sunghoon pouted. he was faking his empathetic voice.

“well you didn’t look hard enough because i was here in bed.” you crossed your arms.

sunghoon shook his head, his tongue clicking in disappointment, “baby doll, we don’t like liars, especially me.” his voice lowered an octave with the last part with a growl.

“im not lying!”

“i came into your dorm last night and you were not here.” sunghoon growled.

“huh—?”

“i told you i could easily open your lock with my mind.” sunghoon smirked. “now where were you?” he gritted out.

you both were interrupted with a knock on the door. funny, sunghoon didn’t smell anyone coming.

sunghoon turned and opened the door seeing a red hair girl.

“hey are you okay?” she rushed towards you enveloping you in a hug. in your ear she whispered, “im jen, i was warned by eunchae you might need help.”

sunghoon couldn’t hear what she whispered. who was this girl?

jen turned towards sunghoon with a fake smile. “i think she needs some sleep. she had a long night.” jen smiled emphasizing “long.”

the tips of sunghoons ears began to turn red.

“who are you?” sunghoon asked.

“jen. im her friend.”

“she doesn’t have friends.”

“hey!” you interrupted. “please leave, im not feeling well, jen will make sure i get rest.”

“no, you will come home with me.” sunghoon stared at you intensely.

“no.” you shook your head.

“yes.” his eyes darkened.

“i said no sunghoon.” you stated. sunghoon looked at you confused then sighed.

“fine.” sunghoon said nothing more as he stormed out of your dorm, slamming the door. luckily it didn’t fly of the hinges with his strength.

you were so confused at his behavior, but jen wasn’t. “he was trying to mind control you to get you to leave with him.” jen said, basically answering your confusion.

“huh?” now you were even more confused.

jen explained the tea you had at their house had a drug in it to prevent any vampire or other supernatural creature from using their mind control or other powers on you or even them. seraphim’s could be easily manipulated by vampires or other supernatural creatures.

“how long does it last?” you asked. jen answered with at least 3 days. “good. im gonna need more of that.” you were going to need it to prevent any further manipulation from the guys.

in the mean time, jen added you to a new group chat she made with the girls for you to text whenever you needed them. if it was an emergency you was just to text them, ‘hi angels,’ and they’d find you and come to you.

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earlier that morning

“why looking so glum riki?” eunchae asked a tired looking ni-ki on their way to class. she happened to have an extra cup of coffee.

“my damn boss woke me up in the middle of the night asking dumb questions.”

“you call him boss?”

“he acts like he’s my boss.”

“call him den mother. that’s what he’s more like.” eunchae teased. “so why did he wake up you asking dumb questions?”

ni-ki explained how you went missing apparently and the guys were worried they couldn’t find you.

eunchae laughed, “she wasn’t missing, she was just hiding from yall.”

“yeah the olders didn’t like that.” ni-ki shook his head, “they’re so protective over her.”

“you mean possessive?”

“that too.” ni-ki sighed and explained the rest of the story and how they were gonna take turns this morning staking out your class and dorm.

that perked eunchae’s ears, but it also got her nervous when ni-ki told her that he told jay about her. eunchae quickly took out her phone to text the girls in the group chat, warning them you may need help.

“you haven’t told them that im a seraphim, right?”

ni-ki shook his head. “no, should i?”

eunchae quickly shook her head. “absolutely not. your kind hates my kind.”

ni-ki’s left eyebrow raised. “why is that?”

“it’s better to not know.”

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it was currently 6:53 in the evening, and you have 30 missed calls and 177 unread messages from: jay, sunghoon, heeseung, and jake.

jungwon even texted to ask if you were okay, and it hurt you to not reply back. but you couldn’t be sure if it was actually jungwon, or perhaps jay and sunghoon using the other guys to get through to you.

jay: love answer your phone

sunghoon: babydoll, you answer us or face the consequences

heeseung: baby are you okay? we are worried about you

jake: im hungry for you. can we meet? i miss you.

jungwon: are you doing okay? im worried about you.

the absolute last message from jay sent chills through your body.

jay: love, you are going to regret ignoring us. you have until 7 pm tonight to answer us or you’re going to face some extreme consequences.

it was now 7:02 pm. your phone dinged with an email from your professor for tomorrows class. the same class jay was a teaching assistant for.

from: profkong@university.edu

class, tomorrow will be mandatory as we discuss finals. if you miss tomorrow, that will deduct 600 points out of your final grade. remember, the highest number of points to obtain from this class is 2000, and you need at least a 1800 to pass.

dammit you had planned to skip that class. jay must’ve done this on purpose so you couldn’t avoid him.

you were sure no one even had close to 800 points because many of the highest point assignments didn’t begin until later in the semester.

you were fucked. and you were scared to know what consequences jay and the guys could possibly have for you.

vampires house (#1)

seraphim’s house (#2)

[amber-michaelson]

hi can you do headcanons on yandere Elijah Mikaelson

Yandere Elijah Mikaelson

Elijah Michaelson is controlling like his brother and is delusional which is very unlike him.

He's always realistic with everyone else but when it comes to you he can make up a whole knew world where it's just him and you.

Every night he reads books to you till you fall asleep and it doesn't matter how long it takes, all he waits for every day is to read you to sleep.

He doesn't trust you with his siblings he just wants to keep you to himself.

Klaus will probably use you against him when he doesn't side with Klaus.

Rebecca always stuck to Klaus side when needed and didn't always agree with Elijah.

Kol is the trouble and reckless of them all and he doesn't want his darling to get hurt, no he couldn't have that.

Like klaus he has a set of rules and most of them are the same as klaus's.

Healthy diet.

Curfew at 7:30 pm no later.

No phones after 5:00 pm or before 7:30 am

No sleepovers or hangouts without his permission.

And only allowed to leave the house if necessary.

He likes taking you on walks in the woods, quietly listening to the sounds of nature and if your lucky maybe a picnic by the cliffs sounds nice.

He has a room dedicated to you and your likings from books to bored games even albums of your favorite band, the walls your favorite color and windows so the sun can shine in, the floor was carpeted so your feet didn't get sore and the furniture was nice and comfortable he may be a yandere but he's not a monster.

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[deluxewhump]

Erik's Journals pt 5: (2018)

Content Warning for entire series: institutionalized slavery of a minor (11-18), emotional abuse and manipulation, dubious comfort, pet whump, disordered eating, violence, guns, mutilation (off screen, no main characters), corporal punishment, sexual content/dubcon ( character is 18+), broken bones, death of a parent, unreliable narrator

10. Calling a Wolf

August 2018 

I have stopped sending Carlo out to the warehouse, which I will explain here. To supplement getting out of the house (for his mental well-being), I will take him on all my trips with me, and let him leave and wander as much as he wants, with my credit card and a curfew of ten pm.

If he is still restless or too bored, I may also employ a private tutor for him on a secondary education level, in whatever topic or topics he chooses. 

Back to the warehouse issue: Two of my men threatened him with a barrel of nitric acid I had shipped here to dissolve evidence. 

Carlo didn’t tell me about it. 

Keith did. He was likely afraid I’d find out anyway, and didn’t want to be on the hook for another incident like Carlo’s broken finger and bruised face a few years back. 

He says he intervened when he heard. I thanked him for doing his job and told him I’d let him know my course of action later.

Though I had more pressing matters to attend to that day, I took on the tedious task of reviewing warehouse footage that same morning, sitting with my laptop at the kitchen table. Those matters may have been more pressing, but this I took personally.

Camera three caught the entire incident. On black and white video with no audio, I saw the two men in question approached Carlo, leading him (he followed very reluctantly) to one of the barrels.

I watched from the camera’s bird's eye view as they pried off the lid, and seemed to be explaining what it was with delight. They then demonstrated with an automatic rifle magazine, which bubbled and began to dissolve and though I had no sound, I know it hissed. I looked out across the lawn, a golden late summer morning, and sighed. 

One of the men takes Carlo by the back of the neck and yanks him closer. He plants his feet and shifts his body weight to try to lean away. The other man grabs Carlo’s hair and says something, then takes his arm and pulls Carlo’s  hand uncomfortably close to the surface of the highly corrosive acid. The man holding his neck wrestles him ever closer to the edge of the barrel as he resists the best he can.  If they wanted him burned, I thought as I sipped my coffee, they’d have had it by now. He is not as strong as either of those men, let alone both. They wanted to torment him with the possibility of it. But it was still too far. Way too far. And I didn’t trust these boys not to change their mind and see what would happen if they dipped a piece of him in, just to see.

They continue this dog and pony show for a few minutes, and every time Carlo gets his hand out of their grip they grab him more roughly. Keith comes into frame and they let him go, all innocent hand gestures and nonchalant laughter. Carlo backs up a few steps from the barrel and holds his wrist with his other hand in front of him. Keith points in a direction and Carlo walks in it until he is out of frame. 

That night I found him in the kitchen with a sparkling water, sitting at my bar top and playing listlessly with the aluminum tab.

“Pull up your sleeve,” I said. 

He looked at me blankly. 

“This arm.”

He knew I knew. He obeyed. Sure enough there were bruises up his forearm and down to his wrist from the man’s rough grip. He showed it to me freely, but made no comment, no expression on his face. 

“I fired both of them today,” I said, and gently tugged his sleeve back down. 

Still, he said nothing. 

“I don’t want you going back out there.”

He lifted his eyes. 

“It’s unnecessary, going forward.”

“Ever?”

“For now, yes. Too many variables. I’d like you to practice your piano more diligently with the time that frees up, please.” 

He ignored the request. “You run a shipping company. Why do you have barrels of acid?”

“Complete destruction of evidence.” I said simply. “No, not bodies. I see your wheels turning. Metals, mostly. Items too hot to move. I’d keep them for a while and see if it blows over, but there have been raids other places. It’s always better to be cautious and lose a profit than to be overconfident.”

“I didn’t think they’d actually do it,” he told me. “They just wanted to scare me. But then when they weren’t letting it go, I wasn’t so sure. They go too far, sometimes. They don’t know when to stop.”

“Notice it’s always in pairs or more? They work each other up, like dogs.”

“Lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas,” he recited flatly, without conviction.

I took a sip of his sparkling water and set it back in front of him. 

“You don’t have fleas,” I said, extending the metaphor. “And you don’t have to lie with my dogs anymore.”

I suspected he was too big at eighteen to go out there as a pet among roughneck civilians with just my word of warning for protection— too close to grown to warrant any of the caution or avoidance he got from them when he was younger.

“I hate them,” he said quietly. “Even the ones who aren’t that bad. They always leave eventually, anyway, and then it’s just…” he nodded down at his bruised arm. “Those ones.”

“No one could fault you for hating them,” I said, tilting up his chin to force him to look at me. “Do you hate me, for exposing you to it?”

He closed his eyes but did not remove his uptilted chin from my grip. “No, Sir. Of course not.”

Whether that was true or not didn’t matter, only that he had the grace to answer the way he had. 

“Thank you,” he said, opening his eyes again, eyelids low. “For this.”

“There was no other decision.”  I let him go. “If it was in my power I’d have them each dunked in a barrel of it themselves. Would you like that?”

He huffed, and then realized it was not a rhetorical question. He remembered the things he'd seen me do. “Is it not in your power?”

I leaned my elbows on the bar top, looked up at the ceiling to consider. “I could have it done. Whether or not it would draw any unwanted attention from law enforcement is hard to say. I could cover that up easily enough, though, I don’t doubt that. ”

“If it…wouldn’t cause any problems with the law… would you do it?”

“I did think of it earlier, when I watched the footage. I could have Keith and Todd and I tie them up at gunpoint. Then we could easily string them from the crate pulley and lower them into the open barrels feet first, like lobsters into a boiling pot.”

(This may not be strictly true. My maiming police informants was one thing, and very supported, but getting gratuitous revenge for the hurt feelings of my pet was another. I may not have unanimous support in that.) 

He searched my face. “But they didn’t actually hurt me.”

“I agree it’s a bit Draconian. Most revenge is.”

“I… I don’t think I could do it.”

“You wouldn’t have to. I would be doing it. I happen to take this very personally.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile and he looked down at his can of water, played with the tab again.  “Yea or nay?”

“Nay,” he answered. “Not worth it.”

I hummed in low amusement. “Alright then. Those two degenerates have your better nature to thank for their skin, and they will never even know it. Now, will you come up to my study with me and keep me company for an hour or two?”

He slid off the bar stool to follow me. I put my hand on the back of his neck as I often did. Then I thought of the footage, my man’s rough, dirty hand on him there, and slid it down between his shoulder blades instead.

11. James Canton

September 2018

While in London, we stopped at the home of an associate of mine. James Canton, a shareholder and cousin to my sister's long time paramour. I wanted to speak to him about a sensitive subject; the possibility of using his docks in Suffolk to move about two tons worth of shipping containers full of arms quietly into Europe.

Canton manor was set on six acres, outside of the crowded teeth of London proper. Its brick face was covered from the ground to the second floor windows in English Ivy. 

After being dropped off by our cab in the stone courtyard, Carlo and I were beckoned in out of the Friday evening drizzle by a doorman. 

Upon entry to the main floor, a slave in a muzzle stopped us, wide eyed and insistent, with another muzzle in her hands. I found something in her urgency offputting. It was the same guilty, hopeful reflex retail associates try to sell you a store credit card with in the mall. She held the muzzle aloft like a lantern with soft, chubby arms. He fed them, obviously, but made them wear these contraptions? 

I took the muzzle she offered, held it up to the light. It was heavy as a draft horse’s bridle, made of stiff leather and iron. 

“And what does your master expect me to do with this?” I asked, already having guessed. 

The pet gestured to Carlo and stepped back. 

“You want me to put it on him?”

Carlo gave me a look of abject dread. He hated being masked, let alone muzzled with a bit. I know it’s uncomfortable, but he finds it claustrophobic and humiliating, which I think is his true objection. 

“It is policy,” the doorman who’d let us in said, entering behind us from the foyer. “All pets wear them in the manor. If you don’t mind.”

“Policy,” I echoed, inspecting the absurd dimensions of the harness. The ventilation for the nose were but small pinpricks, and there were none for breathing through the mouth. The iron bit was sharp and would push to the back of his throat, making it nearly impossible to swallow. It looked like a torture device. Carlo would hate every second.

“And if this filthy metal bit cuts my pets mouth?”

The doorman’s eyes drifted behind me and he seemed relieved he would not have to answer me. Sybelle Canton greeted us, her dusty rose house robe somehow looking like a gown on her, her face bare and poreless as a teacup. James’s wife was young, not yet thirty I didn’t think. Her family had been well off but not aristocracy, she had met James when she was singing in a club, still a university student at the time. 

“Erik,” she smiled as I took her cool hand in both of mine, a warmer greeting than I’d give a stranger. I remembered her better than her husband. While James was flirting from group to group at every party like a networking speed date, Sybelle had lingered at my table and even after trailed with me across the room til I got the impression she was using me as an anchor, someone she decided she knew in a room full of stuffy, shifting strangers. I remembered how she nursed her champagne flute, her fingernails like moonstones and the cords in her neck pulling nervously whenever she moved like overtightened cello strings.  “Sybelle,” I said. “Lovely as the day is long. This is my pet, Carlo. Carlo, this is Mrs Sybelle Canton. She’s a friend of the family.” 

Sybelle took Carlo’s hand and appraised him quickly, taking stock without letting her eyes drift on him like livestock, an inanimate object at auction. “Of course you would have the most beautiful pet I’ve ever seen,” she laughed nervously on the last word. Her unsureness was charming on her, her English faintly accented with a posh London clip, like a trailing perfume.  Behind her, her chubby girl-pet lowered her eyes above her muzzle. 

“My only,” I said. “He is quite dear to me. You’ll forgive me if I decline the invitation for this.” I held the muzzle up an inch.

Her smooth teacup face grew evenly pink. “Of course! Of course. Oh. No, please don’t feel obligated. God. Tessa,” she motioned at her girl, who came forward like a startled robot to take the muzzle from my hands and backed away with a little dipping bow, stiff at the hips. 

The whole manor reminded me of a cruise ship in the nineties— too much maroon carpeting, dark gleaming wood, and crystal light fixtures. Carlo’s eyes were on me, dark as night and catching the fairy circle lights of the chandelier above us. I glanced at him, let the corner of my mouth twitch in a private smile of acknowledgment.

“Thank you, Mr Seymour. I’ll take our guests to James.”

“Ma’am,” bowed the doorman, that same stiff bend at the hips. 

I reached out a hand for Carlo. He eyed my palm and then reached out to take it. I realized by the way his fingers slotted with mine so snugly I had not intertwined my hand with his in years. I followed Sybelle’s trailing housecoat through the carpeted halls, past stained glass windows with images of roses and thorns, bears and maidens, ships and storms that tossed them. The weak, rainy afternoon gave them little chance to impress. Sybelle’s robe widened and lifted on her backside as she climbed a short set of stairs, her neat waist tapering out to pretty, girlish hips.  “James,” she called, tapping on the door with her knuckles.

She pressed her ear to the dark wood like Nancy Drew, smiled at us and pushed it open. I pulled Carlo forward by the hand, let him enter first with my guiding fingers on his shoulder. 

Canton eyed Carlo’s bare face when we first approached, but he never mentioned it. He’d rather swallow glass than come off as impolite to a guest. I figured as much. The sitting room was furnished with two maroon sofas, a desk that a James stood up from when we entered, several oval backed chairs, heavy curtains half drawn against the gloom, and a grand piano like a sleeping Cerberus in one corner. 

Sybelle stayed, sitting on the edge of a red sofa like a bored child, toying with a bracelet at her blue veined wrist. She watched Carlo from the corner of her eye. I thought maybe she wanted to reach out and touch him like a doll but was too well bred and sensible to do so. 

James Canton was a red-faced man in his late thirties, his teeth like a mosaic made from spare parts, none quite fitting with the next. He had more of a pot belly since I’d last seen him, his skin at once thin as crepe around his blue eyes and tough as dry leather on the backs of his hands.

Once I made it clear I was not asking him to look the other way as a favor but would pay, he warmed to the prospect of compromising his conveniently located docks.

“I’ve been telling Mathilde we need to use each other as resources for years,” he said, offering me a cigarette. I waved a hand politely. Now it would smell like a cruise ship in the nineties as well. 

He even began speaking of paying off the yard police in the past, how two of them were his nephews he’d gotten the job in the first place.   Carlo sat near me— statue-still, eyes down. He didn’t want to attract any attention at all. Yet I  saw him glance at Sybelle when she was looking at her husband. A different pet, another muzzled girl, brought a tray of tea and served us. Carlo lifted his eyes to watch her guiltily, her smooth practiced movements despite the heavy, oppressive thing on her face. 

“A beautiful instrument,” I said of the piano. “Do you play?”

“Bella does,” James said.

“So does my Carlo.”

He dragged his eyes off his lap to me.

“Oh!” Sybelle exclaimed. “Will you play something for us?”

“He’d love to,” I said, nodding meaningfully to him. As much as he hated the discomfort of direct attention, especially from any of my associates, he would not make a scene by refusing me on the spot. 

Once sufficient seconds had passed he knew he was securely on the hook— no one was going to dismiss the idea. He rose, went to the piano and lifted the keylid with two deft fingers. 

“Any requests?” he asked. I found his little pretend smile of amicability and docility a delight.

“Just play us your favorite, Carlo,” Sybelle smiled serenely, propping her chin on her hand. James’s marriage to Sybelle, a no-name nobody in their estimation, had caused a bit of drama with the Cantons in its time. But looking at her profile now, half in shadow, I quite understood why James had thought it worth the trouble. 

The haunted first notes of Gnossienne: no 1 filled the sitting room, seeping into its waking consciousness like the membranes that bind a sequence of dreams. 

Sybelle closed her eyes and I watched my pet play over the flat spine of the piano, mirrored and black as asphalt in rain. 

In our rooms, he thanked me dutifully for sparing him the mask. 

“You’d have looked beautiful in it,” I teased. “Those big eyes of yours looking out over the top of all that ugly metal. Playing that piano.”

He sat on the end of one of the beds and gave me a look of measured reproach. “Until I choked on my own spit and passed out from not being able to get enough air to cough.”

I laughed easily. “I can imagine. It must’ve weighed twelve pounds if it weighed two. There’s masks, and muzzles, and then there’s torture devices.”

“What was James talking about, before we left?” he asked. It was funny to hear him refer to our host as James to me, when I knew full well he would call him Sir to his face, possibly Mr Canton if he was feeling well received. I thought back to the end of our conversation, when Carlo was freed from the trap of playing piano for us. James had to call twice for some pet-servant to come to his side. He’d said something about being generous enough to leave this one’s ears intact and they still didn’t listen. 

“Oh. The ears comment?”

He wore a look of anticipatory horror that deepened when he realized I’d picked up on it, too.

“Well,” I said, feeling embarrassed for what I was about to tell him, though it had nothing to do with me. “The other pet, the girl that greeted us? She had her ears docked. Did you not notice?"

He lowered his chin and widened his eyes at me. “Docked? Like, cut? Like a dog?"

“I’m afraid so.”

“Oh God. Why?”

“Aesthetics? Sadism?”

He touched the cartilage of his own ears and looked a bit sick. “Do they do it under anesthesia?”

“I think you could guess the answer to that. But maybe. An unfortunate cosmetic trend.”

“A mutilation, you mean.”

”That’s a better word. I'll give you that.”

“It’s so….”

“Inhumane?” I offered. 

"It’s sick. Just because it’s your property, technically, doesn’t give you the right to slice someone up.” He watched my face ardently for a reaction.

"Gratuitous,” I said. "But don't work yourself up, it'll never happen to you."

“They don’t think of us as people,” he added. “Or they do, but they want to remind us we’re powerless.” He was beginning to raise his voice. “As if we don’t already know?! It’s—”

“Don’t,” I said sternly. “Don’t get caught up on this. You know the world you live in. This may anger you, but I know it doesn’t surprise you. And there’s no need to lump yourself in with another man’s pets. You’re not in a union. There is no ‘us’. There’s you and there’s me, and that’s all that should concern you.” 

He dropped his eyes from me, chastised. If we’d been home he would've stormed off for a few hours or even days before knocking on my door some night, contrite.

“But they seem so normal,” he murmured. “Why the muzzles and the... mutilations?"

"Status and optics. Tradition. 'Look how they suffer in silence and still serve well'.” I felt the desire to test him. “If I asked, I know you’d have worn it.”

“Of course,” he said, frowning. The muzzle drama paled in comparison after this talk of deliberate mutilation. “I’d wear whatever you asked me to, Papa.”

I was sorry for teasing him once he employed the old familial nickname. When he was a child, calling me that had soothed the orphan in him. Now I think he uses it when he wants to remind me that I love him, and I should keep him safe. Poor thing. Everything about this house unsettled him.

“I know,” I said, gently pinching the cartilage of his ear as I passed. “That’s why I didn’t ask you to.” 

“Don’t leave me with them.”

I turned. “What?”

“You didn’t bring me here to leave me with them?”

“Why would I do that?”

“You were talking about doing business with James. Sybelle really likes you. You had me play the piano…Like an audition.”

“What, like collateral for a business agreement? A pet exchange?”

He shrugged, knowing it was absurd and still wanting my comfort. I tried to affect a very serious tone. 

”You’re not going anywhere except home with me, Carlo. Look at me. Thank you. Do you understand?”

He nodded. 

“Good.”

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Things I would do as an ENTJ parent pt.2(middle school - high school edition)

Encourage them to think outside the box - if it can be done differently and still work the same, do it.

With that in mind: "Always work hard, but when you can work smart, work smart."

Be honest - always. I won't be stopping them from doing what they want, especially if they have set their mind on it, but I will step in and say "This may get ugly."

Not necessarily a permanent curfew, but I would be adamant about them coming home before 11 PM (high school) and 9 PM (middle school).

Late night talks on the balcony.

Pick them up from school whenever I can. If I can't, I'm sending their father.

Smoking is allowed after 16, just not over 5 cigarettes a day. I would encourage them to tell me if they start earlier. Excluding drugs, they can do whatever they want after a certain age.

Kissing a smoker is not exactly the most pleasant feeling and they should know it before making the decision to be consistent about it (cigs, I mean).

Always be polite and civil, first. Bite their heads off if that is rejected three times.

If I have a son I will tell him not to expect girls to make the first move. He should be able to tell if she's being assertive or not, anyway, we're not exactly thinking about hiding that.

If I have a daughter I will tell her not to expect boys to always make the first move. She should be prepared for both scenarios.

"Date for experience and fun, not for marriage."

Teach them to be confident in their abilities - a little arrogance with a base is not bad. Baseless confidence is another matter.

Pride is a genetic trait in this family, so I should probably teach them to accept help and admit mistakes. I'm not going to lie, this will be the hardest pill to swallow for both me and them.

Teach them when they can swear and when they cannot - there is an appropriate moment for everything, including unleashing hell out of your mouth.

"Don't completely obey the rules, but don't break them either. Bend. Loopholes exist for a reason."

Teach them to respect people.

We may be people-friendly in this household, but if a person is shitty, gender, sexuality, race, religion, or status doesn't matter.

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Sleep Schedule… (Pt2 of “Abusive orphanage”

Contains: Bad language, violence, mention of weapons, mention of abuse, etc?

You have stayed at the Task Force 141 base for a while…They still don’t know you have any scars from the “Good Wishes” orphanage. Just thinking about the horrible place sends chills down your spine! I’m the “Good Dreams” orphanage, your set in a specific time you wake up and go to sleep. 5 am and curfew is 10 pm. Thought you were most punished for staying asleep to long since your more of a night owl and not a morning bird. So every time you wake up at exactly 5 am and go out into the common room (area to hang out and relax) Ghost, who’s mainly the first person to pretty much wake up, always notices you first but you just sit in the corner (drawing, reading) mainly and you always wear some long sleeves and pants even when you wear a hoodie or a cover. (Sweaters, jackets, etc) Today, it’s 4:47 Am and you get ready and wake up fully. When you wake up, you can’t go back to sleep. You brush your teeth, your hair, get dressed, any other necessities you do in the morning (can’t be anything with devices. Sorry!) and head out into the common room except…Soap, Ghost, Price, and Gaz are in there already. Waiting for you…Soap and Gaz who are still a little bit sleepy but they’re all concerned. “Whatcha doin up this early, lass/lad?” (I’m so sorry I forgot to add “lass(laddie)/lad! I might tend to forget up ahead when I continue the story! Apologies in advance!!) Soap said tiredly. “…What are you doing this early though?” You asked confused on how they’re up before you and trying to change the subject. “Don’t change the subject, Y/n.” Ghost says in a deep menacing voice that sends shivers down your spine. “Go back to sleep, y/n” Gaz said also sleepy as hell like Soap. “You shouldn’t even be up this early.” Price said. “I’m fine I assure you.” You say. It’s not fully true but your body adjusted to the time of waking up and going to sleep since the more you slept in, the more you were punished back at “Good Dreams” orphanage. You grabbed your (sketching book, reading book) and went to your usual corner and sat down. They all just looked at you concerned. Time skip to 8:35 am you felt even more sleepy but dealt with it anyway. You remembered that you’ve been limping around this whole time around the base and they might have noticed (definitely have) and you out more weight on your sprain. You got that sprain from trying to talk back to them about your sleep schedule and they almost broke your leg. Thankfully, they showed mercy…THIS time…unlike others, some had broken fingers, shoulders, etc! That place was crazy! You got up and started to walk to get some cereal since that’s your main favorite breakfast unlike the “oatmeal” they gave you every breakfast. Let’s face it, that “oAtMeAl”, was straight sludge! A pig would even refuse it! (No offense to the piggies ^.”.^) at most you would call it poison! They didn’t even feed you till you were full because they always said, “If your full, then you’ve eaten to much!” Which was absurd but how would you know? You were practically raised there! When you forced yourself to put more pressure on your sprain, your leg gave out almost causing you to face plant if it wasn’t for Soap who caught you. Gaz and Soap are fully awake now. “Woah there Lass/Lad! Ye got to be more careful!” Soap said. They all knew your leg was definitely wrong. Not like wrong, but…Hurt or smth! “Hey Y/n, roll up your pant leg.” The Lieutenant (Ghost) commanded. You hesitated once again remembering what happened before but you went down and rolled up your leg. It was bruised and swollen. Well, that was atleast at your ankle. Up above there were scars and scratches, gashes and slashes, etc! They all looked concerned, and pissed. They took you to the medic and you had it tended too. Lunch time, you fell asleep on Soaps shoulder instead of Ghosts this time. “We all agree that wer’ suing the Fuck, out of that orphanage, aye?” Soap said as they made sure you were dead asleep. “It’s clear that lass/lad has some sort of specific time schedule!” Gaz stated. “Shut up! You’ll wake the kid!” Price scolded. “She needs rest now..”

(Hint for part three, ”Food habit…” is the title..) ^.”.^

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Westfall Orphanage Challenge (the sims 4)

◇ Introduction

Another challenge I wrote over a year ago. This has been found and edited before being posted to this blog. There are two different ways to play, so feel free to play whichever way suits you best or, if you’re feeling adventurous, you can try both paths!

This challenge is all about Westfall Orphanage (or whatever you would like to name your own.) You either take on the role of caretaker or orphan, tackling a list of goals that will move you toward a better and brighter future.

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◇ Choose Your Path

Path 1

You are a child sim growing up in the orphanage with six other kids. You never knew your parents and you’ve been here since the day you were born. You’ve seen kids come and go. You’ve seen the orphanage change owners many times, most of whom never cared about the children. You no longer care about being adopted. No, you’re determined to make your own path in life and support yourself!

Earn and maintain an A in both elementary and high school.

As a child, become a scout and earn every badge. Complete your aspiration.

As a teen, reach the top of a part-time career and after school activity. Graduate early.

Keep track of the money you make from your job and complete the voidcritter collection with your own money.

Max one social skill (charisma, comedy, mischief, etc.)

Max one hobby skill (painting, guitar, writing, etc.)

Reach level 5 in two life skills (cooking, baking, knitting, etc.)

Get two character values within range (either positive or negative.)

You may only leave the lot on Saturdays and Sundays. Curfew is 9:00 PM.

Sneak out at least once as a teenager.

As soon as you become a young adult, move out of the orphanage with the money you earned.

Apply for and get accepted into university.

If you want to play option 2 with this sim, graduate university with an economics or psychology degree then move back in as caretaker of the orphanage.

Path 2

You’re a young adult that has inherited an orphanage from your late grandparent. Before they died, you promised you would take over for them and do your best to raise the children living there, providing a good life for them until they either get adopted or grow up. Though you aren’t entirely excited about this life change, you’re determined to keep your promise.

Max cooking skill.

Max baking skill.

Max parenting skill.

Max handiness skill.

Must have a work from home job.

You may only leave the lot on Saturdays and Sundays.

Have a good relationship (middle bar or higher) with all kids.

Scold children when they misbehave.

Praise children when they behave.

Always bake a cake for the kids on their birthday.

Take the kids to at least one festival.

Do not accept any invites to dates, parties, hangouts, etc.

Influence them to do their homework, take care of themselves and do chores.

Keep the orphanage clean and repair all broken objects.

Cook meals for them every day (the kitchen should be locked for everyone but you, keep them fed!)

You must have each child reach young adult and move out. It’s your choice if you want to add more children in or end the challenge.

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◇ Choose Your Difficulty

Casual: 2 children, 5 teen, $20,000 starting funds, aging off.

Medium: 1 toddler, 2 children, 4 teens, $15,000 starting funds, long lifespan.

Hard: 1 infant, 2 toddlers, 3 children, 1 teen, $10,000 starting funds, normal lifespan.

Extreme: 3 infants, 4 toddlers, $5,000 starting funds, short lifespan.

Custom: choose your own combination.

Fate: roll the dice and let fate decide.

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◇ Additional Guidelines

Control only your own sim. You can check the other sim’s needs and inventory, but you can not order them to do anything.

You can build your own orphanage or find one on the gallery. You don’t have to use your starting funds toward this.

You can not hire a butler or a maid, but you can hire a gardener.

The sim you control can have whatever traits you like. The others must be randomized three times.

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◇ So you like points, huh?

Casual; +1000

Medium; +2000

Hard; +3000

Extreme; +5000

Custom; +500

Fate; +1000

Each skill over 5; +1000

Each skill at 10; +2000

Earning a degree (option 1); +2000

Completing the challenge (option 1); +1500

Completing the challenge (option 2); +2000

Each time the power is shut off; -500

Each time a child is taken; -500

Each time an item is repo’d; -500

Each time an item is repaired; +500

Every A in school; +500 each (1000 for both middle and high school)

Every B in school; +300 each (600 for both middle and high school)

Every D in school; -100 each (-200 for both middle and high school)

Every F in school; -200 each (-400 for both middle and high school)

Every character trait earned; +250

Every enemy made; +100

Every friendship made; +150

Having more than 15,000 at the end; +1000

Having less than 15,000 at the end; +500

+5000 for playing the challenge, I hope you had fun! c:

Share your stories and results with the hashtag #westfallorphanage!