#The Nice House On The Lake 1 Preview

[dispatchdcu]

The Nice House By The Sea #1 Preview

The Nice House By The Sea #1 Preview #thenicehousebythesea #nicehousebythesea #nicehouse

  The Nice House By The Sea #1 Preview:  No one who was invited to the House knew Max—but she knew each and every one of them. Masters of their fields, titans of industry and knowledge, they all represented the best and brightest of humanity. So when Max whispered to each of them the truth of what they deserved—to be saved from disaster, to carry on the flame of civilization in a paradise built…

[cliqueyourheels]

Smoke Break prt 1

Fandom: Stardew Valley

-> Sebastian x Sam

-> Tooth rotting fluff | sfw | Hurt/Comfort

a/n - This fic is turning out way longer than I thought it would be! So if i break tumblr word count this will be prt 1 (816 words)

Preview: Sebastian finds out Sam is leaving town and Sam grapples with wanting to tell him how he feels and not wanting to break a promise and a friendship

Gravel crunched under his boots, still stuck in the cracks and crevasses from walking through town, despite the cold stinging his cheeks and the snow starting to coat the ground, it actually felt kinda nice. Reaching the rundown community center his eyes flicked to a window, “What the fuck?” For just a second the dim moonlight may have tricked him into thinking that there was something staring at him from the window. He rolled his eyes and continued the winding path up to Sebastian’s house, it wasn’t unusual to get the Wanna come smoke? Text so late, but they hadn’t exactly been talking since Sam found out Abigail had a crush on Sebastian. But despite every bone in his body warning him not to, and Abby’s warning that pursuing Sebastian would result in .. less than wanted consequences, he was still staring at the door of Sebastian’s house at 11pm. 

“Hey, I’m over here.” Sebastian’s whisper shout came from three feet away at the lake. His legs dangled in the water, smoke puffing from his open mouth. “You think I’m smoking in the basement? I’d rather freeze to death.” He turned his head back to the lake, legs swishing in the still water making small pools flush out into the darkened waters. Sam sighed, rolling his eyes as he closed the distance between him and Sebastian, snow crunching under his weight with each step. Once he was standing next to him, Sebastian seemed smaller. Less intense than during the day – well the little daytime that he saw – Sam took off his winter boots setting his socks inside them and joined Sebastian in the chilling winter waters. “We haven’t talked in a while..” Sebastian let out his puff and handed the rolled paper to Sam who shrugged and took it gently. He avoided Sebastian’s keen eyes trying not to poke the emotions laying in his now tight chest as he took a drag and handed the paper back to Sebastian. He released, smoke blowing over his submerged legs.

“Yeah.. I guess it has been a … while.” Sam chuckled, he knew exactly how long it had been. He’d been counting the days until he didn’t feel like he was betraying Abigail by talking to his best friend. His bandmate. His … “I guess I got busy?” It was a lame excuse for having avoided Sebastian on the last four holidays. Days they would have usually spent smoking or practicing or sitting. Legs in the lake, talking. Sam rubbed at his neck, picking at loose strands of hair that hadn’t been blasted by hair spray. “Man it’s cold out here” he mumbled.

“I’d say you got busy but Vincent was telling Penny all about how you’d been locked in your room.. Or bothering your mom about leaving town..” Sebastian trailed off leaning forward to force Sam to meet his gaze. His brow furrowed as Sam leaned back, turning his head to the sky. “When were you going to tell me you were leaving town?” Sebastian’s face and tone was full of hurt and guilt, the kind that only comes when you lose something you love. Sam’s face contorted, a sad and neutral expression washing and retreating like the tides of the ocean. They sat, silence lingering as their legs swept water away and towards like boats on a dock. Rocking slowly with the comings and goings. Abigail’s words lingered in Sam’s head over and over, If you tell him how you feel. I’m telling your mom about the two of you. His mom wasn’t quite homophobic but the idea that his dad would somehow find out crushed a part of him. As if his loving Sebastian was something to be ashamed of. “Why do I have to find out third hand that my best friend is going to be gone before the next egg festival?” Sebastian couldn’t contain his hurt anymore. The once hardened and nonchalant facade gone, replaced with the expression of a child who doesn’t understand what’s going on.

“I..” Sam looked into the black-blue of the lake, “I was going to send you a letter-” Sebastian inhaled sharply, a tear fell from his eye, trailing down and falling into the lake. “Seb..” Sam raised his hand to wipe the tears off of his best friend’s face, “I just,” but he was lost for words. Everything had lost meaning. All the words he had prepared were gone. “I’m sorry.” was all he could manage, just above a whisper, almost as quiet as the snow falling on their jackets and on Sebastian’s eye lashes.

“A letter isn’t good enough.” Sebastian sniffled, wiping his face with his gloved hand. The paper forgotten and burned out in the snow beside them as Sebastian stood. His legs cascading water across the snow as he trekked back to his front door and left Sam out in the cold, alone with his thoughts.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Sometimes homeowners really need to rethink their wallpaper choices if they don’t intend to make their house a forever home. This house in Tampa, Florida isn’t selling, has been reduced a whopping $120K to $475K and I’m almost sure it’s b/c of the decor. Look at this.

The home’s grounds are stunning and it has this huge porch, plus a deck.

As soon as you enter is a preview of what pretty much every wall looks like. If you don’t like it, and want to change it, it would be a lot of work and expense. (Maybe that’s the reason for the deduction?)

A beautiful wood ceiling soars right up to the 2nd. fl. and windows flank the huge stone fireplace. Sliding glass doors lead to the deck. 

The house has been impeccably maintained. 

The ceiling in the kitchen under the 2nd fl. reminds me of a Tiki hut. 

I like that sunny yellow sink.

Off the kitchen is this wonderful sunroom that is currently hosting a moving sale.

The sunroom also has access to the deck.

There’s a laundry room and a pantry, too. 

In this bath, there appears to be wallpaper on the door, and also some leopard wallpaper. This takes me back- my old house had an outdated brown toilet, too. It was a horror, especially if you live in an area with hard water. 

The main bedroom. So many ruffles, I can’t really see the room.

I thought that this was the en suite, but there’s a bathroom there, so maybe this is a closet/dressing room. 

The en suite has a big round tub and a matching black toilet. 

This is confusing- it’s a large open area at the top of the stairs, so it’s not a bedroom. Unless they count it as 1 of the 3 bdrms. 

And, this is another bath. 

Storage room under the eaves.

Nice barbeque on the deck.

It has a lovely tropical pool. 

This cool elephant statue.

And, a little private lake. 

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/8606-N-Habana-Ave-Tampa-FL-33614/44912509_zpid

[soaplagoon]

SOAPLAGOON’S STAR WARS SAVE - V1.0

How to Install Save Files for TS4

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Lots: 92 Residential; 8 Tiny Home Residential; 1 Haunted Residential; 25 Apartments; 15 Rental (Residential); 9 Rental (Destination); 8 University Housing; 2 University Commons; 5 Parks; 4 National Parks; 2 Beaches; 3 Community Spaces; 5 Libraries; 1 Museum; 1 Arts Center; 3 Retail; 4 Restaurants; 1 Vet Clinic; 3 Spa; 2 Onsen; 7 Gym; 2 Pools; 3 Cafes; 12 Bars; 2 Karaoke Bars; 9 Nightclubs; 2 Lounges; 8 Other; 6 Secret Lots/Worlds; 245 Total

Sims: All EAXIS Originals, 8 Force Ghosts, 1 Dog (Chewbacca), 4 Cantina Musicians, 8 Jawas, 8 Stormtroopers, The Emperor, & More! (~205 Total)

Clubs: 3 Private Clubs; 9 Public Clubs; 12 Total

Holidays: 2 Spring; 3 Summer; 3 Fall; 3 Winter; 11 Total

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REQUIRED CONTENT

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Voidfeather Mirialan Tattoos

Voidfeather Zabrak Tattoos

Star Wars Club Activities

The Bookshelf from This Set (Jedi Archives)

I’ve used most, if not all EPs/GPs/SPs, so please assume it requires all packs including the new Paranormal SP. It DEFINITELY needs Journey to Batuu in order to work as most of the costumes, gameplay elements, etc. are taken from that pack!! It does not require any of the new Kits.

MIGHT BE REQUIRED

Batuu Cookbook Recipes*

*I had problems in my game BEFORE downloading this with making Star Wars restaurants with Batuu food, it wouldn’t work, but I noticed after downloading this mod it started working?? It was probably actually fixed in one of EA’s patches but I couldn’t find any info confirming that. It’s just a nice mod to have.

OPTIONAL CONTENT

Whisper Eyes + Pet Version

Mouth Scale Slider

Base-Game Star Wars Costumes for Batuu

Kylo Ren Outfit No Shine

JTB Twilek Default Replacement

JTB Alien Eye Replacements

Baby Yoda Default Replacement

RECOMMENDED CONTENT

Batuu Loading Screens

Sci-Fi Phone Overrides

Lightsaber Duel NPCs

Occult Interactions Unlocked for Batuu

All Social Interactions Unlocked for Batuu NPCs

NPC Control (NPCC)* (Update for Batuu)

*This one really helps with immersion, the mod prevents the game from generating new randomized townies (that are ugly) and instead uses the NPCs included in “Other households”. This helps make sure the NPCs are all Star Wars themed only!

Check out my #s4starwars and #s4scifi tags for more recommended content!

WORLD PREVIEW + LOT CREDITS

Takodana (Willow Creek)

Batuu Palace by Ticaboo55

The Rebels Hideout by HowToLiiv

little Batuu Outpost by elfchenuna

Star Wars Space Bar by ehaught58

Ol’ Ben Kenobi’s Bar by tinalice

Journey to Batuu House by jelenasim18

Oasis by MathildaBtw

Small Jedi Hut by ThaBlueLlama

Batuu Scoundrels Starter by luckyheather

Abandoned Star Wars Camp by DonKiko1

Qui-Gon Outlook by KhanMaul

Pancakes Reno by simsperation84

Star Wars: AT-AT by K0j1K

♥Challenge Input♥ by SimMurrey

Batuu Bungalow by iatyches

First Order Base by Jayocean

First Order Creek by Katieb0bs

Batuu Place by SarahLaCroix

Resistance Home Base by SuddenDrama

Star Wars Live by ezenker83

Home Sweet Home by tacks4snacks101

Secret World - Sylvan Glade Tree House by JaffaBiscuit64

16 Residential; 1 Park; 1 Nightclub; 1 Bar; Gym; 1 Library; 1 Secret World; 22 Total

Tatooine (Oasis Springs)

Lars Moisture Farm by CtrlAltCraft

Ben Kenobi’s Hut by Ender_mBind

Sandcrawler by Xx_Jw0ody_xX

Star Wars on Tatooine by marion0308

Tusken Raider Camp by Ender_mBind

Mos Eisley Cantina by Sbstnsbstnsbstn

Jabba the Hutt’s Palace by Martiqus28

Dystopian Star Wars World by nikkamore

Millenium Falcon by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

Batuu Homestead by Lauriarty

Oasis Bar by Daniel_SimFansDE

TOSCHE STATION by Tibbergotchi

Jedi Meditation Gardens by GoldenGeep

Batuu Shopping Post by Arrkkoss

Batuu Vet Clinic by KAKAtune999

The Resistance Eatery by Byaheem

M/TRN Century Robin by Ender_mBind

Resistance Hideout by TheSvenja777 & MAWINA

Resistance’s Post by Lyssende

Home away from Batuu by capricornfox

Little Batuu Market by GoldenGeep

Secret Lot - Forgotten Grotto by MouraMor

9 Residential; 2 Retail; 1 Tiny Home Residential; 1 Park; 1 National Park; 1 Community Space; 1 Spa; 1 Bar; 1 Nightclub; 1 Lounge; 1 Restaurant; 1 Vet Clinic; 21 Total (+1 Secret Lot)

Dantooine (Newcrest)

XN375 by Palakoslip

Batuu Starter Home by MelinaRoxanne

Tatooine Dwelling by marion0308

Tatooine Farm Home by burningsunset

Tatooine-Batuu Home by CaroApfelmus

StarWars Jungle Nightclub by gryphon75

Sandtrap Hideaway by jay7777531

botooa by lilie07h

Batuu Bunker (No CC) by mar1nka

Batuu’s Yuma Heights by marion0308

Sith Temple by Fran_Miyajima

star wars house 3 by malee_zonia

First Order Earth Base by JakeDavidBTG14

First Order Headquarter by TheSvenja777

Star Wars Pool by muschi12345678

12 Residential; 1 Pool; 1 Nightclub; 1 University Housing; 15 Total

Kamino (Magnolia Promenade)

Kamino city w/furniture by NattieNat

EMPRESS’ QUARTERS STAR WA by Kkhofmann19

Club Xeno by theranger0119

Sith QG by Adraborann

Secret World - Sixam Resistance Outpost by DuncanJK3

2 Residential; 1 Retail; 1 Nightclub; 1 Secret World; 5 Total

Yavin 4 (Windenburg)

Tatooine Solar House by marion0308

Micro Star Wars Starter by Redcider97

Star Wars Temple Ruins by barna636

*Batuu Resistance Family* by luckyheather

Ach-to by Jenniferladybug

The Bluffs by heejinpetals

Star Wars Family Home 2 by Suthura

Batuu by Marine07070

Batuu Inspired Home by Tinker322

G.M.O by Jayocean

Batuu Home by Ardthoniel

Dystopian Mansion by KateEmerald

Slipshod Nabtooine by relishturtle3

Havisham House by LadyAmaylee

Ancient Runes by Lithiarch

A Galactic Suburban by IsabellaCortez

Mimsy’s Batuu Cafe by SarahLaCroix

Wookieleaks Library by Redcider97

Club Mythosaur by SarahLaCroix

A Star Wars Home by marion0308

8 Sim Starter + Pool by PaigeAndMaddie

Ahsoka’s House by pluto-sapphire

Star Wars NightClub by bradybrad7

Family Park by KaiXDemoness

Galactic Hub by BigFatHen18

First Order Training Camp by bakon1

star wars batu pool by ShaikA80

11 Residential; 2 Rental; 1 Tiny Home Residential; 2 Cafe; 2 Nightclub; 1 Bar; 1 Library; 1 Museum; 1 Gym; 1 Pool; 1 Park; 3 Other (1 Island Bluffs; 1 Von Haunt Estate; 1 Ancient Runes); 27 Total

Coruscant (San Myshuno)

Dexter's Diner-Star Wars by RivendellStar

Jedi Temple by bedazzlecat

Star Wars Jedi Temple by GLaChaille

Future Space City Home by Ritpit01

Purple Lotus - Cyberpunk by Mcintyre1981

Rainbows Edge - Cyberpunk by Mcintyre1981

Darth Vader Café by KAKAtune999

Entraînement au combat by oiseaudelune

Senate Building by VirranJ

21 Apartments; 1 Rental; 1 University Housing; 1 Restaurant; 1 Spa; 1 Karaoke Bar; 1 Bar; 1 Nightclub; 1 Gym; 1 Other (Center Park); 30 Total

All of the apartments (21 Total) are by me

Malachor (Forgotten Hollow)

The Emperor in Exile by Simdoughnut

Batuu House by SCUMBAGCOUGARTL

Star Wars House by SergentFrost02

Tinkers Outpost by yoovie_nyc

The Order Residence by MelinaRoxanne

4 Residential; 1 Haunted House Residential; 5 Total

Naboo (Brindleton Bay)

Theed Royal Palace Naboo by Simoniona

Naboo Lake Park by FluffyYomi

The Jedi's Temple by Blair5555

Naboo Restaurant by azafad

Naboo House by Beldochan

Naboo Library by Beldochan

X-70B Phantom Spaceship by Scheinheilig1603

(Deleted) by CYB0RG11RL31

Star Wars Bar by alligrl57

This is the Way by Tibbergotchi

Micro resistance by 3989

Temple Park by Xila31

Naboo Lake House by Purrgil

Naboo Home by Muffindella

Humble Naboo Home by ironicandiconic

Naboo House by mecachis7

6 Residential; 2 Rental; 1 Tiny Home Residential; 2 Parks; 1 Library; 1 Restaurant; 1 Spa; 1 Nightclub; 1 Bar; 16 Total

Bespin (Del Sol Valley)

Cloud City by Simoniona

Intergalactic Eatery by Chrelizabeth

Batuu Build by Lauriarty

☆ Batuu - Betula ☆ by mnewi1103

Slipshod Mesquite by simplysim0

Slipshod Mesquite by PaigeVW

Rogue Camp by trekkey

XN874 Batuu by Palakoslip

Star Wars Rebel Bar by LoveSimplySim

Nightclub Jakku by KAKAtune999

Batuu Resistance Home by dadaisy232

4 Residential; 1 Tiny Home Residential; 1 Rental; 1 Lounge; 1 Restaurant; 1 Karaoke Bar; 1 Gym; 1 Nightclub; 11 Total

Jakku (Strangerville)

Secret Lab Reno 2 by Llongyfarchiadau

Batuu Springside by SarahLaCroix

Star Wars BAr by Nymmy-Chan

memories of batuu by MaschaBrok & alexmamy

Scoundrels’ Tavern by Blair5555

StrangeLittleBatuu by Marmaduke1102

At-At by Drgluon

The Razor Crest by N7Quinn

Star Wars Starter by MisstoryPlays

Rey's StarWars Jakku home by CosmicBlaze1

Scoundrel’s Outpost by ghostgirlBuilds

First Order Hideaway by xxsithladyxx

5 Residential; 2 Tiny Home Residential; 2 Rental; 1 Library; 1 Bar; 1 Other (Generic); 12 Total

Kashyyyk (Sulani)

Stranded... by MrSimfeld

Bounter Hunters’ Den by bedazzlecat

Starwars first order by mcteeezy

Hondo’s Powerhouse by

Smugglers Den by Katieb0bs

Batuu Market Village by Ardthoniel

A Batuu Vibe Waterin Hole by Jayocean

Star Wars Outpost by manimalcracker

Resistace Hideaway by deutschedorie

Journey to Batuu House by PaigeAndMaddie

Jedi Starter Home by SimSimma143

Batuuan Engineer’s Home by PixieBuilder

The Cove Spiral Gardens by Eyeseezya

Dreaming of Batuu by SimsEclaire

6 Residential; 2 Rental; 2 Beach; 1 Onsen; 1 Bar; 1 Gym; 1 Community Space; 14 Total

Ahch-To (Glimmerbrook)

The Shipping Views by Sif_Savage

Batuu Home by Ardthoniel

Batuu house by Niizuma59

memories of batuu by alexmamy

A Star wars Cantina by Rihpley

Secret World - The Magic Realm HQ by SimerlyPoe

3 Residential; 1 Rental; 1 Bar; 1 Secret World; 6 Total

D’Qar (Britechester)

Batuu Bar & Grill by Laireen35

The Cantina by Straggy

Batuu Inspired Home by BaggyBoyd

Jedi Spellcaster Starter by Liferson

Star Wars Batuu House by bethmoseley1

Jedi Temple Academy by RivendellStar

Female Jedi Dorms by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

Home Base by theschuyler16

Male Jedi Dorms by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

First Order Base Home by marion0308

Sith Temple by QueenNefertiti93

Female Sith Dorms by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

Male Sith Dorms by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

6 University Housing; 3 Residential; 2 University Commons; 1 Library; 1 Bar; 13 Total

Corellia (Evergreen Harbor)

star wars housing by marion0308

Batuu Space Station House by solomhf

*Batuu Art Center* by luckyheather

Star Wars micro-maison by Dragolo741

Underground Cantina by iamamayaxx

(Deleted) by Daniel_SimFansDE

Star Wars First Order by Bonnibelle_Blue

Batuu house by Niizuma59

Star Wars Batuu Home by Arianrhodddx

Ryloth Nook by vixylix83

Resistance Lair by jesswynne

4 Residential; 4 Apartments; 2 Tiny Home Residential; 2 Rental; 1 Arts Center; 1 Gym; 1 Bar; 15 Total

All of the apartments (4 Total) are by me

Hoth (Mt. Komorebi)

First Order Starter Home by SimSimma143

*First Order Family Home* by luckyheather

First Order Onsen by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet) & squirrel996

Echo Hoth Base by Jai544

Coruscant Trades by HIppY_PaNda710

Batuu Sith Altar by nourezzi22

Batuu First Order Starter by Katieb0bs

The First Order Shack by Kyloki_Wolf

Cozy Batuu Home by likethegeneral

Batuu Pod House by jennerlee

Batuu Place by SarahLaCroix

242 Wakabamori (StarWars) by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

243 Wakabamori (StarWars) by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

Not Batuu, It Is Tatooine by Chriskager

Secret Lot - Mt. Komorebi Peak by Memories410

7 Residential; 2 Rental; 1 Onsen; 1 Community Space; 1 Gym; 1 Bar; 1 National Park; 1 Secret Lot; 15 Total

Endor (Granite Falls)

Endor Rebel Camp by azafad

Forest Moon of Endor by Lauriarty

Get-away to Endor by jay7777531

Endor Hideaway by simsjah_

Endor Living by yoursimsyodiina

Ewok Village Rentals by Polargirl69

Secret Lot - Hermit’s House by Gryphi

5 Rental; 1 National Park; 6 Total (+1 Secret Lot)

Dagobah (Selvadorada)

Yoda's swamp park by Megafashionista

Dagobah Yoda House by Joellyfish

Dagobah (Star Wars) by CtrlAltCraft

Star Wars Jungle Cafe by gryphon75

Star Wars bar by Kerenza4

Batuu Lair Final V. by luckyheather

Star Wars Jungle House by TheSimStream

4 Rental; 1 National Park; 1 Bar; 1 Cafe; 7 Total

Batuu

Resistance Encampment by Amalathea

Black Spire Outpost by agentcartxr

First Order District by ValRocks123

3 Other (1 Resistance Encampment; 1 Black Spire Outpost; 1 First Order Cargo); 3 Total

Most of these map previews use these fan art maps, they’re optional of course (and sadly there isn’t one for Batuu yet!).

HOUSEHOLDS

^I’ve also done Guidry but he is hidden from the households menu

175 EAXIS + 30 Originals, All are available for download on my Sims 4 Gallery (my username is sapphomet!)

CLUBS

^3 Private Clubs designed so the 4 Cantina Band Members will show up and play music at Nightclubs, Bars, and Lounges!

HOLIDAYS

Set for 14-Day Months

Spring:

Summer:

Fall/Autumn:

Winter:

RADIO - RECOMMENDED CUSTOM MUSIC

How to Install Custom Music

You have to convert the following links to .MP3 to be able to put in your Custom Music folder, if you can’t do that yourself or if you’re having struggles please feel free to ask me, I don’t mind sending the files for you!

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DINNER JAZZ - Cantina Music from A New Hope

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsvfptdFXf4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FVADOLRf54

My Mos Eisley Cantina lot in Tatooine (Oasis Springs) uses only Dinner Jazz speakers, so this will make it only play the cantina music there (if you only enable the custom music)!

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ELECTRONICA - Dex’s Diner from Attack of the Clones

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QE_aMN0aWA4

Same as above, my Dexter’s Diner lot in Coruscant (San Myshuno) only uses Electronica music, so this will help with immersion there too^

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DJ R3X - Extended Playlist from Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge

DJ R3X already comes with a few of the songs listed here, but I find it annoying that it only plays a couple of the songs from Disney’s decently sized playlist for Oga’s Cantina. I would recommend downloading all of the songs from this playlist and disabling the ones that come with the game so you have the full versions of all the songs:

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiNVoBckLqLkZiHccDJk_lYiUrlESFO9z

If that’s too much work, I would at least recommend downloading custom music for the Mos Eisley Cantina Remix:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AydLFrcYNR8

DISCLAIMER

I am a pretty big Star Wars fan, but I’ve only seen the main movies, the Mandalorian, and half of The Clone Wars. I don’t really play any Star Wars video games aside from LEGO Star Wars and the 2005 version of Battlefront II, and I have no experience with Legends or the Extended Universe. I tried to do as much basic research as possible for making this save file, but it is possible that there are some canon inconsistencies with how I made the characters here. Please keep that in mind!

If you have any suggestions on what would be cool to add to this save, please let me know! You’re of course able to edit and use this save as you want, all I ask is that you do not reupload it or claim it as your own. You are free to give people the direct link to my download pages for it though!

Please keep in mind that there are other creators currently working on Star Wars Saves. I do not own the concept of a Star Wars Save, and I am excited for these other save files to come out!! I give permission to all other creators to use my original sims and edits in their saves too. 

[rosaliepostsstuff]

Sol et luna — The Sun and the Moon | G.W.

(Soulmate!AU)

pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of food and eating, alcohol, vague mention of sex, insecurity

summary: You head out to the countryside with your friends, renting a cabin by the lake for two weeks, during which you notice a correlation between yours and George’s soulmate tattoos, unsure what to do about it.

word count: 9130

tags: @izzyyy-1​ ; @amourtentiaa​ ; @hufflepuffalice​ ; @slytherclawbitch​ ; @famdomhideout​ ; @mollenniumfalcon​ ; @accioweaslcy ; @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts​ ; @justasmolballofstress ; @hufflepuff5972​ ; @calmspencer​ ; @pandaxnienke​ ; @harrysweasleys​ ; @ickle-ronniekins​ ; @4amhotchner​ ; @weasleysprofessionalhoe​ ; @lunarlovegoodx ; @henqtic​ ; 

a/n: This took me so much time and effort, I’d appreciate any kind of feedback, thank you!

masterlist | taglist form

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You gazed out of the car window, sitting in one of the back passenger’s seats. The journey was pleasant, a nice prologue to the vacation you were about to begin – Ginny, Hermione, Angelina and Alicia, your travel companions sharing snacks and blasting muggle pop songs while singing along.

Natural curiosity made you wonder what the atmosphere was like, in the other car – which Fred, George, Lee, Harry and Ron travelled by. They had been driving behind you for some distance, before passing you by and disappearing in the distance – you supposed Fred had a bit too much fun behind the wheel.

It seemed like you’d be lucky with the weather for most of the two weeks of your stay at the cabin – that day was pleasantly warm with just a bit of refreshing wind, and the Sun was shining beautifully in the bright, blue sky.

The whole area around the place you were supposed to be staying at was just stunning. The cabin was by the lake, surrounded by nature, with just a small village nearby – no noise, no pollution – it was really going to be a great vacation.

When you arrived at your destination, the boys’ car was already vacated, parked in the front, some distance from the cabin.

“Took you long enough!” Lee commented, emerging from the front door after hearing the commotion of your group unloading the car. “Why such a hurry?” asked Ginny, pulling her last bag out of the trunk and stepping aside to make room for you. “Yeah, we had a great time..” added Angelina, already carrying her bags inside, and shrugged at him defiantly.

You made it inside with your heavy luggage and did not hesitate to dump it on the floor right after you entered, to have a look around the place. The layout was quite modern – the front door opened into a great open space, which still had a cosy feeling to it. Complete with a lounge area, a dining table to fit all of you, and an open, yet a bit secluded kitchen. Directly opposite the front door, on the far end of the room was a large, glass sliding door, giving you a preview of the back of the house, where you could see a deck, complete with a furniture set. Looking at all the spaces, you couldn’t help but imagine small moments you could have throughout the following fortnight, what sharing a house with your friends would be like.

Most of your friends were downstairs, you heard their bickering in the background as you debated just taking half of your baggage to then come back for the rest, when George approached you, without you noticing. “Want any help?” he asked, with no tease to his tone, nor any exaggerated kindness – merely, as if giving a helping hand was the simplest thing in the world. “Uhm…” you stammered, knowing well you did - but also thinking, you could do this on your own just fine.

George, evidently bored of waiting for your reply for more than two seconds, grabbed the bags with a scoff and a small smile. “Thank you,” you said, genuinely, signalling you had not lost your ability to speak too.

Walking out the back, onto the deck, you could see Fred by the lake. You took a moment, standing by the bannister – listening to the sounds – the very faint sound of water moved by the gentle wind, soft rustle of tree leaves and the birdsongs, undisturbed by anything. You could smell the grass, the trees, the flowers around, as well as the lake water.

You walked down the wooden steps and through the grass field, to the lake, to have a closer look.

Fred was skipping stones, he turned around for a moment when you walked up and smiled, acknowledging your presence – then continued. You watched him closely – there was something satisfying and soothing about skipping rocks, yet you were never able to do that yourself. No matter how many times it was explained to you, you had barely succeeded a couple of times in your life. You’d prefer to avoid sharing that fact about yourself - so for now, you just enjoyed watching Fred do it.

As he threw another rock, it splashed a bit, startling you. You winced a bit at the sudden contact of the cold water against your exposed legs – Fred snickered at you, and you heard George laugh, as he was approaching from behind.

Seeing him once you turned around, you felt the sudden need to explain yourself. “It’s cold,” you said sheepishly, a bit embarrassed, and followed with a chuckle. George scoffed, grinning. “Don’t give us any ideas,” Fred feign-threatened with a mischievous smile, yet you didn’t understand him. “…or you might end up finding yourself in the water,” George followed, looking you straight in the eye with the same expression. You felt a shiver down your spine.

“You wouldn’t…” you pointed out, wanting to believe that and crossed your arms over your chest. Fred and George knew a boundary. Right? George shrugged, continuing his act as he walked up to you. “We’ve got two whole weeks, love,” he said melodically and squeezed you against his side, way tighter than necessary.

When Angelina, Ginny and Harry came back from a grocery run, they gathered the whole house to take a walk around the area together.

Each step you took was as easy as if it was weightless; soaking up the views around you, you breathed in an immense sense of freedom, unobstructed by anything. You had left all worries, responsibilities and expectations at home. The sounds of the surrounding nature paired with the footsteps of the nine people around you were like music to your ears.

“Look, a tree!” Fred gasped in the most obnoxious way, pointing at one, with many other trees around you. Fred Weasley would never admit to be enjoying himself on a simple walk and he evidently found the tranquillity too boring. You could almost feel Angelina’s eye roll to your side before he spoke again.

“Merlin’s beard, a rock!” he exclaimed with another gasp as he looked to the side of the path, keeping his acting level high. “We get it, Weasley, no need to keep going,” Alicia told him. “No, I don’t think you do,” he replied, and the conversation continued.

You smiled to yourself, realising that the two weeks with all of your favourite fools has officially started and you couldn’t wait to see what it would bring.

—⒉—

The next day you woke up quite early, while your roommate, Alicia was still out in her bed. Walking downstairs, you saw that you weren’t the first one up in the house.

Hermione was strutting around the kitchen in her pyjama and dressing gown, with her hair up a bit messily, most likely making breakfast for herself. Sitting by the kitchen island over a bowl of cereal, was George Weasley.

“Morning,” you said quite cheerfully and Hermione said it back with a smile, while George just lifted the fingers of one of his hands in a lazy greeting. The kitchen was neat, all cleaned up after you all had dinner together last night, in a family-like atmosphere. So you fixed a quick breakfast with a mug of warming tea for yourself, and sat down by the island counter too.

Day two was pretty slow, you could tell everyone was just enjoying being able to do nothing, away from home. After lunch, you sat out on the deck with a coffee, following a game of cards played by the boys. It wasn’t a game you knew before, so you did not join them, but enjoyed watching from the sidelines instead, secretly rooting for whoever was doing the best each round and slowly memorising the rules.

Hermione enjoyed reading outside most of the afternoon, unbothered by anything or anyone – one could feel a bit calmer just by looking at her, in her element. Angelina on the other hand, felt inspired to move her usual workout routine out onto the grass, then hung out inside after a shower. Alicia turned back to her old hobby of drawing – Ginny, energetic by nature, seemed to be everywhere at once.

You had volunteered to prepare dinner for everyone that evening, and so did George Weasley. Happy to not have to do everything by yourself, you wondered how much experience he had in the kitchen, it was something you’ve never talked about – maybe he’d inherited Molly’s skills?

Frankly, you’ve never really had much opportunity to hang out with or even talk to George without anyone else around. It only made you more happy and excited – getting to know your friends more personally being added to the list of this vacation’s benefits.

You found George already in the kitchen, examining the contents of the fridge. During a short conversation to decide what you were going to make, you were able to deduce, he did know his way around the kitchen pretty well - just not Molly’s level quite yet.

It seemed that awkward silence did not exist around George Weasley, though it felt odd having such a simple chat with him – just about what’s been going on recently in your lives, or what you were hoping to do throughout the rest of the stay.

As you finished one step of the recipe, you moved over to stand next to George to help him out. You began to peel some veggies for him to chop, when you noticed the tattoo on the front of his left forearm. It caught your eye because it was similar to yours - well visible on your right forearm, resting next to his above the countertop. You found it quite funny at first.

But then you had a closer look.

Your soulmate tattoo. It had appeared on your 18th birthday, and you were pretty lucky it did. According to folktales, one’s soulmate tattoo would appear on midnight of their birthday – but it was never mentioned which one. Some people found out much later in life, some already married and with kids, having married said soulmate or not, some people would die before theirs would etch into their skin.

Yet yours had appeared. Half a full Moon, cut off with a clean line, facing your palm.

His – half a Sun, cut with a clean line, facing up, towards his elbow.

He noticed that you had stopped working. Out of the corner of his eye, he had noticed the two tattoos as well - and once he followed your gaze, he knew, you’d been staring at them.

Would George Weasley be your soulmate? How could he? - it didn’t make any sense. Sure, you got along fine, but you were both so different. What could he possibly see in a girl like you? Not just appearance-wise, but personality. He was wild, funny, charismatic – a breath of fresh air on a hot, sultry day; a rainbow on the plain sky. In comparison to him, you were boring. You’d never even considered George as anything more than a friend, he was just out of your league.

“…Are they… matching?” he asked very slowly.

It was over now. Once he became aware of the similarity, or rather the correlation, the matter became serious, disallowing you to just put it away, until you’d figured out how you feel about it. Did they?

“I- uh… I dunno…” you muttered, struck dumb. “They have to, they wouldn’t-…” George stammered, thinking way quicker than he was able to speak. “They wouldn’t be that similar if they weren’t supposed to match, would they..?” he noted with some confidence in his voice, only making you all the more nervous.

He took notice of your silence and frown, and waited a few seconds more, hoping to see just a glint of enthusiasm break out on your face - but it didn’t.

“You’re disappointed…” he said quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself. “No,” you denied almost immediately, shocked by his statement. You, disappointed with him? How much you’d give for a guy like George to see you, to really see you. “No, I-… just thought you probably are,” you mumbled quietly, trailing off the sentence, wishing for that conversation to just stop.

George caught on, however, he opened his mouth to speak, to express himself, but he really didn’t know how – your words just puzzled him. Why would you immediately assume he’d be disappointed to have you as his match?

“We should really get on with it, it’s gonna overcook…” you concluded firmly, glancing at the pot on the stove, closing the previous topic. George didn’t feel in place to drag it further since you clearly didn’t wish to talk. But he was really not pleased with how that conversation had gone, and it left him with this uneasy feeling somewhere in his chest, eating away at him.

—⒊—

It seemed as if your mind was permanently clouded now. You kept shifting between obsessively thinking, about what George being your soulmate would mean, and not believing it was true at all. The Sun and the Moon?

But he was right, the tattoos wouldn’t have that much of a correlation if they weren’t a pair. And as you kept going in circles, each time you came to this conclusion, you felt the nervousness start to take over. How were you supposed to act around him now? Because of that, subconsciously and without thinking, you avoided him – just to not have to wonder about what your interactions should look like.

George gave you space, you were glad he didn’t try to corner you, but during dinners you’d feel his glances on you from time to time - as if he was trying to see through you, to find out what was going through your mind.

It’s been two days, spent awkwardly avoiding George with your eyes every time everyone ate together. Two days of trying to appear busy at all times, so that no one would notice that something’s troubling you, and ask about it.

That night you had trouble falling asleep, your distressed mind wasn’t helping you. The air inside felt stuffy, even with the window open. You gave up, for the time being, kicked off your blanket, put on your slippers. The main room was semi-dark illuminated by strong moonlight coming through the large windows. The Moon was full that night.

Upon opening the glass door you welcomed the slight chill on your skin, taking a deep breath of fresh air. You turned around to close the door behind you when a voice spoke to you.

“Hi,” said George softly, sitting to the side on one of the outside sofas. Your heart almost stopped when you noticed him - the one person you tried to avoid, and you knew it was too late to run away. “Hey,” you replied with a defeated smile, wondering if he was aware. He gestured to the seat next to him, smiling at you, almost shyly.

You were glad the only light came from the Moon in the sky because you could feel yourself shaking slightly, as you walked up to him and took the spot. You sat down and looked ahead, fiddling with your fingers in your lap. You could smell his scent, feel his presence right next to you and it felt like too much to bear, too personal.

“Haven’t seen you around much lately…” he began, vaguely, and you could sense what he was thinking. “I wasn’t avoiding you..!” you blurted without thinking, only realising afterwards, that it made it sound exactly as if you were. He hummed shortly, biting his lip with a small frown.

You sighed deeply and said, “I wasn’t avoiding you,” truthfully, making sure to accentuate the last word. Because you weren’t, you were only avoiding your cluelessness which took over you while you were around him. “Oh,” he replied after a second upon working out what you meant, “…okay,” but did not ask further.

“You know, nothing has to change,” he began, and you turned to him to listen intently. “I mean, don’t force anything. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he continued, bringing you some comfort, yet simultaneously a bit of confusion – what was the custom when finding out you were soulmates with someone? Did people usually throw themselves at each other immediately, that’s why he was saying that?

“We can take this slow, alright?.. Figuring out this whole- ‘soulmate’ thing.” You nodded, not sure what to say, crossing your arms over your chest as the slight chill of the night started getting to you. George looked at you for a bit, thinking, then lifted his arm gently, inviting you in. You ignored the small voice in the back of your head and scootched closer, allowing yourself to be embraced. For the first time, somewhere in the back of your mind, you welcomed the thought of having him as a soulmate.

You stared up at the Moon and it seemed to be staring back. You just couldn’t decide if it was taunting you – pointing out your silly overthinking, or rather comforting you in a motherly way, feeling partially responsible for binding your fate with the one of the man next to you. Why was it the Moon? The Sun – it fit George. Blinding you, only allowing to be admired from afar, yet never to be looked at directly.

“I’d like you to feel comfortable with me… so, whatever’s troubling you, I’m here,” George said with such sincerity, it sent shivers down your back. “… but no pressure,” he hasted to add with a chuckle.

“Thanks, uhm-…” You wondered, would he want to confide in you? “...Same to you.”

—⒋—

The following day, you woke up lighter in spirit. Knowing you could give yourself the time you needed, gradually lifted off the pressure of figuring out where you were standing.

After breakfast, when your friends were occupied inside or still sleeping, you decided to go out into the backyard. As always, welcomed by the birdsongs, you allowed your eyes to feast upon the views for a moment.

Without much thought, you walked up to the lake and as if it were mandatory, crouched to dip the very tips of your fingers in the water.

You saw the rocks by the edge of the water and stared at them for a moment, debating. Fully prepared to fail, you picked a flat-looking one and got up. You took a deep breath, then swinging your wrist – threw it, and with a loud ‘plonk’ it went down.

You heard a muffled snicker behind your back and you turned around instantly, to see George there. “How does this keep happening?!” you exclaimed, as he walked up to you without being able to hold back his grin. “What do you mean?” “You keep walking up behind me without me noticing..!” you explained, beginning to laugh and he chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “I walked out soon after you because I was bored inside, but I couldn’t help myself when I realised you didn’t see me,” George explained, and you accepted it.

“You need to swing it like this,” he instructed with a demonstration. “I know, that’s what I did,” you replied defensively, certain that all the rocks in the world just had a pact against you, not allowing you to skip them.

“Look,” George said, showing you once again how to do it. His rock skipped so many times, you lost count.

“Now you try and let me see,” he told you, watching you closely. You felt a bit of pressure, but even though you knew you’d fail again, you tried. And the rock sunk.

“Is that okay if I show you?” he asked and you didn’t understand at first, before he made a move to stand behind you with one hand on your shoulder and the other over your hand, but waited until you replied.

“O-okay,” you stammered, so he picked out a rock to hand it to you, then moulded your body into the right posture, to then help you throw the rock. You noticed how tiny your hand was in comparison to his. To your amazement, it skipped a solid 4 times.

Both his hands were on your shoulders when you turned around and smiled, beaming at him, and he thought he could get used to it.

“Do you want to try on your own?” he asked, but you couldn’t get a word out, because you didn’t. He nodded, holding back a smirk, then repeated the whole process, and the throw was successful again.

You did try throwing by yourself after that and it was as if the curse has been lifted. Thanks to George you got the swing of it, with each time it seemed easier and easier, and you did better and better.

In a moment of confidence you joked about having a contest – and George, being George, wouldn’t let you back down. But he’d also let his rocks sink right away from time to time on purpose, to then pretend he didn’t know what happened.

“Thank you,” you said sweetly, on your way back towards the entrance. It was amazing how nice it felt to be taught something, by someone, who didn’t make you feel inferior. “Anytime,” he replied. “But tell anyone about this…” you changed your tone, to feign seriousness for that threat.

“What’re you gonna do to me, huh?”

 A certain sense of companionship was formed between you and George from that moment on, some type of feeling, quite hard to describe.

Your relationship was an odd one now. In any other circumstances, the two of you wouldn’t be close enough to really know you could depend on each other, trust each other with anything. But such a simple thing as a possibility, that you could be destined for each other  - by fate, or magic, or whatever it was – changed everything.

You also found yourself paying more attention to him – catching yourself pointing out all the small things you liked about him, in your head. Like his soothing voice, or the facial expressions he’d make.

George sat in a chair next to you during dinner that afternoon. Again – previously, you would’ve seen it as a coincidence, but now you knew it wasn’t. Maybe the fact that you had been the first one to sit down and all the other chairs were empty, contributed.

There were moments where it felt like the two of you were sitting in a separate little room, surrounded by invisible walls. Nobody else noticed when George accidentally made a piece of salad fly right onto his shirt, while you stifled a chuckle – earning a light shove to your legs underneath the table. Throughout the whole meal, from time to time you’d hear him mutter jokes or anecdotes about his brothers when they spoke, while more of your stifled chuckles served as a reward for him.

The next day, Friday, it was very warm right from the morning, and it was only getting warmer as the Sun kept rising. By the time everyone was up and breakfasted, the weather was just perfect to enjoy the lake.

Once you walked out the back door in your swimsuit, you felt a bit more self-conscious about being so exposed – more so than usual, not really understanding the reason behind it.

After setting up your towel next to Angelina, you were content to spend some time just lounging there, maybe reading a bit, while the girl went off into the water.

As you followed her with your eyes, your gaze ended up on George, far away from the shore. His hair soaking wet, water dripping down his face with pure happiness written all over it, with his contagious, soul-lifting smile.

You couldn’t help your eyes wandering down a bit – you’ve had a few opportunities to see George shirtless before, you were perfectly aware of how fit he was. Why was he making such an impression on you now, then?

He turned his head all of a sudden, making you freeze as he caught your eye. He sent a cheeky wink in your direction, with a grin, and you quickly dropped your head. Ugh, why have you done that? It was simply the most awkward thing you could do. But what should you have done? Smile? Wink back? Why did this man have to be so forward, making you flustered?

When you looked back up, he was occupied by something else, once again.

 The next day, a few of your other friends and some people invited by the boys were to come by for a party that evening. There were a few more of them than you had expected, most you haven’t even seen before.

The party wasn’t concentrated in one part of the house, there were people all over – you spent the majority of the evening out on the deck with your closest friends and a light drink in hand.

Music was blasting from the inside, but you enjoyed your time away from the main crowd. Your housemates were scattered all over, you saw most of them at least for brief moments – the deck was where everyone headed to cool down.

Once it was dark and the chill started setting in, you came back inside. Seeing George with a group of people – who you assumed were his friends – felt odd. For a second, a thought crossed your mind, that you should be spending this time with him. Everything indicated that you were his soulmates, so you should be bonding, should you not? Why was he in the presence of some other girls, then?

But you shook that off – it was irrational. George was his own person who could have his own friends. Hell, you couldn’t even be sure if he was single..! You stopped your brain from going down that path too, grabbing something to drink, and approached some of your other mates.

For the rest of the night, however, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him. It was natural, he looked so good. How could you not have noticed he was that handsome, throughout all those years? And the outfit he had on didn’t help in keeping your eyes away, either.

What you didn’t notice, though, was that his gaze landed on you, from time to time, too. Not once at the same time as you, not once catching your eye, no matter how badly he wanted to. But you just seemed totally uninterested in him.

—⒌—

The next morning, you left your room in your PJs. You passed by Ginny, sitting in the lounge room with a newspaper, lazily skimming the articles.  Going into the kitchen, you noticed George having breakfast there, with some girl sitting next to him, leaning into his personal space a bit.

You tensed a bit, feeling hot all of a sudden. Did she spend the night with him, then? Why else would she be there right now? Most people have left right after the party.

“Morning,” George greeted you with a small smile. You almost smiled back genuinely, but then the girl greeted you as well. She was very pretty. “Hi,” you replied, forcing a polite smile, before you turned your back to them, to prepare your breakfast.

The girl continued her sweet talk, trying to keep up the conversation by asking about his shop. She flirted without any shyness, not caring that they weren’t alone in the room. You envied her in a way, you could never bring that kind of confidence out of yourself.

George didn’t seem interested, though. You supposed she wasn’t his friend, after all, but someone else’s and just taken a fancy in him. But the way she talked did not strike with much intelligence.

You dragged out making your food, not wanting to sit down with them, making the situation feel even more awkward. Luckily, once George finished eating, they both went away somewhere. And you didn’t want to think about her all throughout your breakfast, but it was very hard not to.

“Too bad I didn’t wait with having my breakfast,” George said sliding into the seat next to you, startling you a bit. “Why?” you asked, with a slight tone of confusion. “So that I could have it with you,” he replied cheerfully.

“Bimbo not entertaining enough?” you said, regretting it instantly. “Ooof,” you practically heard his shit-eating grin, not daring to look at him as you bit your tongue.

“Aww, are you jealous?” he asked merrily, leaning on the counter, trying to get you to look at him. “No, I have no reason to be.” “If you say so,” he almost sang, teasingly.

“How did you sleep?” you tried desperately to change the topic. It was only afterwards that you realised you could’ve made it even more awkward if he had slept with that girl. “Alright. Can’t sleep for too long after having a bit to drink, though. How about you?” “Yeah, alright too,” you replied, and had no more ideas as to what to say.

Once again surprising you by doing things not at all out of the ordinary, George invited you to have some tea with him outside.

You set your mug of tea down on the table out on the deck, but you stood there for a bit, with your arms crossed on your chest.

“What is it?” George asked, having already sat down on the sofa. “It’s a bit colder than I thought, with the wind. I think I’m gonna run up quickly and get something more to wear.” “There’s my jumper laying somewhere in the lounge, you can take it if you want,” he offered, surprising you a bit. But you did want to.

“Okay, thanks,” you said, turning to the door. “You can put it on in front of the bimbo,” he said after you with a sly smile, making you shake your head, holding back a grin.

But you did, feeling a bit guilty about this childish behaviour. Just a bit, though – it was satisfying.

It gave you a bit of a boost in confidence – and since you were wearing his jumper already, why shouldn’t you sit down right next to him? That’s when you realised – you felt comfortable around George, inside and out. None of it was awkward – the silence, all the things you did or didn’t say; your morning hair or your oily face you haven’t washed yet after waking up.

“It’s been a week now,” George conversed.

Since you noticed your tattoos? That’s a bit of an exaggeration…

“Since we’ve come here,” he added, noticing your puzzled expression. “Have you enjoyed your stay so far?” “It’s gone by quickly,” you replied, frankly, frowning a bit. You didn’t know where all the days have gone. “Oh, we’ve still got a week,” he tried comforting you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Yeah, we do…” you replied, deep in thought, leaning more into his side.

The fact that a full week has gone by was worrying you, that the second one would pass just as quickly. What could you do, to use it to its fullest?

 You did not have to wait long for an opportunity to present itself.

Overall, since that conversation on the deck on Sunday morning, George and you would hang out more. Just like the previous day, late in the evening, already in your PJs, you sat with him at the dining table playing various Wizarding games.

You were starting to feel tiredness get to you, everyone else in the house had already gone to their rooms for the night, and your laughs were often followed by yawns you tried hard to suppress.

“Let’s go for a walk,” George suggested out of the blue once you finished a game. “What?” you questioned, wondering if he was just joking. “I don’t wanna go to sleep yet, the night’s warm… let’s go for a walk.”

You studied his face for a moment, but he appeared absolutely serious, looking at you back with a small smile. You glanced outside through the great sliding doors, as if to check if it was really dark, despite knowing the time, then at your attire.

“Go get changed, I’ll wait here,” he convinced you.

Once you were out of his sight you ran up to your room as quick and quiet as possible, then changed, careful not to wake your roommate.

You took the path leading out from the cabin to the forest. You had to admit it was exhilarating. George’s spontaneity awoke something in you, the way he just made up his mind in a second and stuck to it. You’d have never think of taking a nightly stroll through the middle of nowhere, you’d be terrified of doing this alone. But the fact that he was walking next to you, and walking so casually, with his hands in his pockets, made all of that feel just as normal as anything else.

The walk woke you up, the comfortable silence broken from time to time by either one of you.

“Are we going somewhere in particular?” you asked, swaying your hands inside the pockets of your unzipped hoodie. “Nah, not really,” George replied indifferently, shrugging. “But- you’ll remember the way back, right?.. I haven’t been paying attention to where we’re going at all,” you said frankly, as you stepped off the path, walking straight through the forest now

George laughed at this, he found it cute, how you followed him into the forest without any care. “What were you paying attention to, then..?” he asked teasingly, giving you a meaningful smile.

“Nope, not getting dragged into- AAH!!” you screamed, scared by a bird suddenly moving around in leaves on the ground. Instinctively you jumped back and half-hid behind George, grabbing onto his arm. He tried his best to hold in a laugh, as you were coming down from the shock.

“You okay?” he asked, reaching out his other arm to you. You hugged him tightly, hiding your face in his chest. “Now I’m just annoyed I got so startled over some stupid leaves,” you complained after a small groan. You allowed yourself to stay in his arms for a bit longer, feeling those negative emotions leave you as if nothing bad could happen to you there. “That’s alright, happens to the best of us,” he comforted you.

As you pulled away, you made a move to hold onto his arm but he took your hand instead, holding onto it firmly.

“Look,” he said softly after you walked a bit further, pointing with his finger, where between the trees you could see water.

In the opening there was a small lake – it had a mysterious feel about it, seemed long unvisited, the boardwalk a bit old, yet sturdy as ever.

You sat down at the end of it together, above the trees was a perfect view of the sky above the valley, sky littered with stars.

“I should make it a point to stargaze more often,” you admitted, in awe of their beauty. George watched you, face illuminated by the moonlight. “I could remind you from time to time,” he offered.

You dropped your gaze, deep in thought once more. All of that wouldn’t stop once you left the cabin – George would still be in your life, out there, in the real world.

“Mhm… you could,” you agreed, dropping your head to the side, leaning it on his shoulder.

—⒍—

“Soulmates?” asked Alicia in a tone of surprise. “… the two of you?” added Ron doubtfully. “What’s that supposed to mean?” George snapped at his younger brother.

You and George talked the same morning about how it was probably the best time to just tell your friends everything. You were getting more suspicious looks from them, whenever you’d hang out late with George, whenever the two of you would have tea out on the deck together, or when George would make some kind of teasing remark to make you laugh. The looks kept getting bolder too, though none of your mates dared to suggest there was something going on between you. That’s how you went to share the revelation with them during dinner one evening, showing them your tattoos too.

“Maybe just that you have nothing in common..?” Ginny suggested boldly, clearly unpleased with the idea for a reason unknown to you. You glanced at the rest of the table quickly – no one else spoke up, but their faces appeared to say that they agreed with Ginny.

“That’s not true…” you said, getting a bit more emotional than you would’ve wanted, more emotional, than you would’ve expected.

It made you angry, though you couldn’t understand why. You got along with George just fine, so how dare they think you have nothing in common?! What right did they have to have an opinion on whether or not the two of you were meant to be?

“If you say so…” Hermione said softly with a small smile, then frowned at Ginny, silently reprimanding her.

Meanwhile, George was looking at you, judging your reaction – as if checking whether you meant what you said, if you weren’t about to agree with Ginny with a hearty laugh, having all that’s happened yet between you go to waste. Unknowingly, you glanced at him too – you locked eyes for a moment and you exchanged nervous smiles through the ripple between you.

And the rest of the dinner went on in silence.

Surprisingly, no animosity was left afterwards – you still felt a bit watched while around George, but now for a different reason. He, however, did not seem to care one bit.

George floated in the water peacefully, making all appearances that he’s simply relaxing, as most of the cabin’s inhabitants were doing at that moment.

But he was wracking his brain, glancing at you every once in a while – he told himself it was boredom, and getting your attention would be the best way to relieve it. It was like some force, drilling inside him constantly, the inability to leave you be when he saw you lying on your towel in a bathing suit. So he was thinking, thinking of a way to poke the ants' nest that was you.

You did not expect a thing – all of a sudden George ran up to you and scooped you in his arms. The feeling could be pleasant, were you not worried about what he had in his mind.

You yelped in surprise. “What’re you doing..?!” you asked, more as a formality, not expecting to receive an actual answer. “I promised you something when we arrived here,” he replied with mischief written all over him.

“No, George..!” you pleaded, hanging onto the back of his neck as he ran in the direction of the lake and onto the boardwalk. “Yes, George..!” he exclaimed, before jumping off, into the water.

Once you surfaced, he was already above the water, along with his shit-eating grin. “Idiot..! What if I drowned?!” you shouted, trying to keep serious, but it was hard to keep yourself from laughing. “Come on, I wouldn’t have let you,” he reassured you, making your heart thump for some reason.

He flashed you another dazzling smile, before swimming off on his back.

“I’m not swimming after you!” you called, before heading out of the lake.

Slight goosebumps appeared on your skin once you were out of the water, but you were not cold. Getting a drink of water, you heard splashing behind your back – signalling someone was coming out of the water.

A pair of footsteps was definitely approaching you, until you felt George’s big hand on your waist, making your skin tingle, as he stood next to you.

“You’re not really upset, are you?” he asked with a small smile, just to make sure, as you took another sip. “No,” you replied, keeping your eyes on the bottle you were closing now.

Then, suddenly, he leaned down and kissed you on the cheek. “Good,” he concluded, before walking off again.

You looked at his back, dumbfounded. He just left you there, puzzled, and weirdly lightheaded.

—⒎—

 You looked around the room – the room in which you’ve made a bit of your own space, even though you’ve not spent all that much time in there, throughout all of your stay. The inside was brightly lit up by the sunlight pouring in through the open windows, the light wind swaying the curtains, but you didn’t feel like staying there.

Outside the room, there was nobody, you knew your housemates were somewhere else, in one of the rooms.

The downstairs was peaceful, all the windows along with the back sliding doors open, inviting nature in and calling you to go outside. Going down the steps, you judged it must’ve been late afternoon on a sunny day – the kind of sunlight that does not suffocate with heat but allows you to enjoy the outside and somehow makes everything look more beautiful.

Then you noticed George there, standing by the door – he turned around to face you, smiling right away, making your heart swell. You wanted to run up to him, drown in his arms.

He told you there was no time to lose, you should go outside and enjoy the time you have left, so you gave him your hand and allowed yourself to be pulled outside, through the deck and onto the plain grass by the lake.

You regretted not having spent more of your time admiring those views around – the mountains, the trees and various other plants. Everything was blossoming, despite it being the middle of summer – flowers all around you, on the trees and shrubs, flowers in the grass George was now pulling you onto.

You sat side by side on the grass, holding hands still, and his hand in yours felt like nothing else. The warmth of it – entirely non-physical – was so great, so extraordinary, and it seemed to radiate all throughout your body to your very heart.

And your heart, it felt as if it was about to stop and as if this was the only way it could function now, looking at him. His smile, his happiness felt like the sole fuel that could power your being and in a moment, you knew there was nothing you wouldn’t do, to make that man happy.

He looked at you adoringly, how you wished you’d have at least a fraction of the size in his eyes as he has in yours.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. – you repeated, though the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth.

But he’d heard them – shifted closer to you and placing his hands on your waist, rendered you hopeless. With great difficulty, it seemed, you placed yours on his shoulders – and it felt unlike any other similar action, that simple touch made you feel so connected. How you wished to have more, as his lips were coming closer and closer, excruciatingly slow.

Almost there.

“Y/N..” you heard a female voice from behind the same moment as you closed your eyes, but you didn’t pay attention, you were too close now, you had to kiss him.

“Y/N, wake up,” the voice repeated, and everything was gone – the sunshine, the grass, George too.

You groaned in frustration, rolling onto your stomach and hiding your face in your pillow. “What,” you grumbled against the material.

Alicia chuckled, “It’s kinda late, sleepyhead,” she replied, before stepping out of the room.

To say you were confused was an understatement. Frankly, you were annoyed, you just couldn’t be sure at what exactly.

Was it at yourself? At your brain, for making you dream that dream? – Why would you dream about George this way, why would you feel about him that way in a dream, it didn’t make any sense – and it frustrated you, even making you embarrassed a bit. How were you supposed to look him in the eye now? Or was your annoyance the result of the dream ending? Because it felt so wonderful? Because that short, single dream you didn’t even get to experience a kiss in, felt better than any romance you’ve ever had in real life?

Only downstairs, Fred and George were, to avoid boredom, teasing their little brother in a childish game, tossing his wand lazily between themselves. Ron, at first even tried to get it back, but he was losing motivation, thinking they would have to give it back eventually.

“Hey,” you greeted everyone quietly, walking down the steps, headed to the kitchen.

“Aaay, look who’s up!” exclaimed Fred. “Sleeping beauty,” added George, making your cheeks heat up suddenly.

Ron seized his chance, snatching his wand back, to both twins’ dissatisfaction.

It was pretty late, you’ve noticed, glancing at the wall clock – everyone else was already up.

The girls were having coffee at the table. Joining them with your breakfast, you’ve noticed they were chatting about how none of them was ready to leave the vacation to go back to their daily life at home.

“It’s brilliant here,” Ginny admitted with a bit of a pout. “If we could just stay here, life would be great, I mean, look,” she pointed at you with a chuckle, and you showed her your tongue teasingly. “Had such a good sleep?” she asked. “Just great,” you replied with a snort.

Once another slow day was starting for you, you took a bit of time for yourself. After everything that’s been happening those last few days, you needed to let yourself think.

Going over and over your thoughts, as the sun travelled along the sky, you finally allowed yourself to come to conclusions. It was all intense, feeling as if long months have been condensed into a few short days. As if the most important moment got concluded in a single sentence. So what would happen if you’d missed a bit?

At first, George felt a shift. As if something changed in your pace, and now you were always a step ahead of him. Always slipping away.

Until it seemed like a whole earthquake, when he started feeling as if he was a stranger to you. Fully deprived of you.

It was on Friday afternoon, when Fred came up to him outside, wanting to discuss some business matters. Even interaction with Fred seemed unsatisfying to George at that moment, when it felt like a piece of him was missing.

He was humming and nodding in response, tracing fingers over his tattoo absentmindedly.

“Getting the silent treatment, are you?” Fred quipped with a raised brow, giving up his attempts at a serious conversation. “Huh?” George was pulled out of his thoughts. He scoffed, “I guess.” “And what did you do, dear brother of mine?” Fred leaned back in his seat, expecting an amusing confession. Instead, George frowned a bit sadly, “I… I don’t know,” he admitted. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know’,” Fred repeated, “have you tried asking?” he asked dully. “No.” “Why?” he questioned, confused by his brother’s behaviour.

“I don’t… We’re not…” George shook his head. “Do I have any right to? She’s allowed to do what she wants,” he sighed, fiddling with his hands a bit frustratedly. “Soo, what do you have to lose, huh?” Fred asked simply.

George thought for a moment. Reluctantly, he agreed with Fred, admitting to himself that not having asked you sooner was probably stupid of him.

The very same day, before dinner, he tapped you on the shoulder gently. “Can we talk? After dinner, outside?” he asked quietly, not wanting to attract anyone else’s attention. He didn’t fail to notice how you avoided his gaze, hesitating to answer. “Okay,” you finally replied, getting into your seat, disappearing inside your bubble hastily.

It was hard for you to focus on your meal and your appetite was barely there. You pretended to follow everyone’s conversation, sipping from your glass from time to time with a friendly smile.

Your heart was thumping wildly, as you kept glancing at your friends’ plates – judging the time left before the dinner would be considered over.

—⒏—

The Sun was setting, lighting up the sky with pinks and oranges. You could almost look at it – half of it hidden below the line of the horizon, only half visible. It was soothing.

George walked up to the edge and leaned his elbows on the bannister, looking out at the nature all around.

“Did something happen?” he asked, getting the question out rather quickly. “No,” you answered, feeling deep down that it was a lie, as you walked up to him. “Are you okay?” he continued, looking at you this time, almost frustrated. “Yes,” you lied again, trying to sound persuasive.

He sighed quietly, turning away from you again. “You… you’ve been avoiding me again, haven’t you..?” he said, with hurt in his voice.

You felt so selfish at that point. You were thinking about yourself all this time, seeing George as the one who always initiated things, who always strikes up conversations. You didn’t take any time to consider how your distancing yourself would make him feel.

“You’re right, I’m sorry…” “Why? Have I done something?” he questioned again, with his heart-wrenching sincerity. “No..!” you hasted to let him know. He didn’t interrupt again but just stood there, leaning on the wooden bannister, hoping to get an explanation that would soothe his heart.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, you’ve been great, this whole time,” you began opening your heart to him. “I’ve noticed myself starting to fall for you. That’s when my doubts started coming back to me.”

George’s facial expression was unreadable, showing his pleasure upon hearing about your feelings for him, along with worry about those doubts you’ve been having.

“It’s just that… I still don’t know if we should be so sure, about us being soulmates? I’d love for it to be you, I really do, but what if it’s not?” you paused, allowing that sickly cold feeling to sink in again. “What if we started going out, maybe we could even be happy - but what if 2 years, 5 or 10 years from now, you find your other half of the Sun? What then?!”

“Who cares about stupid Sun?! What if it’s the Moon I want? It’s the Moon that always draws me in. It’s the Moon’s beauty I’m always admiring. It keeps on changing, and each yet each of its phases is just as mesmerising as the other,” he recited, full of emotion, having your eyes well up with tears.

“I care about the Sun. It’s always there, bringing me warmth, comfort, happiness… It’s got better and worse days, sometimes being dimmed by the clouds, but I’m the happiest-“ you paused, having to take a deep breath to keep your tears from falling. “-when it’s shining bright. And my world would be forever dark without it.”

George turned his head away and looked up into the sky, trying to keep himself together. As the Sun set fully, it magnified the silence around you, despite birds, crickets and cicadas in the distance.  A single tear fell down your cheek and you wiped it with your hand quickly.

“Well, you know there’s a way to find out,” George stated. It confused you, however, there wasn’t a way you knew of – there was barely any information regarding soulmates, circling around, wizard to wizard. Perhaps if you went to the library and browsed some books on that type of magic, you’d find out more. And if he knew of a way, why has he only mentioning it now?

“You don’t…” he noted. “I thought you did, that’s why I-…” “Well, what is it?” you asked impatiently, as everything indicated he was telling the truth.

George got visibly flustered, something unusual for him. He had trouble getting himself to look you in the eye, even. “The tattoos are supposed to… tingle, or something like that, when… the soulmates kiss for the first time.” “Oh,” you managed to get out, hearing a faint ringing in your ears.

Why did he have to say that? – you thought to yourself. Some first kisses happened suddenly, in the moment, some with a bit of nervousness, after chasing around each other for a while – but this felt pressuring – you wished he would’ve just kissed you first.

But then the real fear struck you – with the real possibility of finding out whether or not you were soulmates, you were scared of it. You were scared of it not being George, as he stood, now in front of you, waiting for anything else from you.

“Say something,” he pleaded in a whisper. “I’m scared. I want it to be you,” you replied, barely audibly, not daring to look him in the eye.

That’s when he bent down a bit, cupping your face in his hands to look into your eyes. You surrendered under his gentle gaze, so dear to your heart. He saw that, reading you like an open book, and leaned in quickly to connect your lips. You jerked away, however, after they barely touched, having felt an incomparable to anything else kind of sensation, right where the other half of your Moon’s circle should be.

“What was that?!” George asked between laughs, party out of relief, partly just seeing you jump around as a giggling mess.

You jumped at him, throwing yourself at his neck, pressing your face into his shoulder. He squeezed you back just as tight, picking you up to twirl you around, eliciting more heartfelt laughs of pure joy out of you, reaching right into the depths of his heart. You both knew now.

“So am I gonna get a real one now?” he asked with hope in his voice. “Mhm,” you hummed happily in reply.

Looking into his eyes once you’d finally allowed yourself to open your heart to him, you felt almost dizzy. You couldn’t help the grin on your face, seeing how he looked at you, placing both his hands on your waist, getting used to having you within his reach, to feeling you underneath his fingertips. His lips were slightly chapped but ever so sweet and loving. He wished this kiss could last forever, but your soaring heart said otherwise. You felt a smile creeping onto your face until you could not fight it anymore, beginning to giggle.

George shook his head gently with a charming smile. Glancing at your forearm, however, he could not believe his eyes.

There, instead of a lonely half a Moon, was his part of the Sun attached to it, creating a whole. He lifted his own arm, to reveal the exact same image.

[ajarofpickledtears]

Darlin you are gonna be busy for the nosy asks 1 till 40

you know, in the preview it only showed this and was like "oh, it won't be that much"

anyway thanks bestie ily let's go

1. What’s your sexual orientation?

so far I've always said aceflux asexual, though I've been wondering if I might be grey ace or quoisexual lately

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

the Sinclair brothers 😭😭😭

3. Ever done any drugs?

only legal ones lmao (yes I am referring to my medication). nah.

4. What piercings do you want?

too manyyyy. I got a helix but it healed in a weird position and I suck at actually getting it out (cause unscrewing it is hard). my sister has a conch which is neat, and I'd love at least get my lobes pierced a second time, but a) money and b) I'm not sure if I can trust myself to actually take care of stuff during the healing process

5. How many people have you kissed?

oh sweet baby jesus

...eleven guys? maybe? if I'm not forgetting anyone?

don't be like me, children

6. Describe your dream home.

ufff

okay, if we're really only talking dream, no realism, rationality, or logic - a cabin/small house by the woods, just outside a small town, with a lake (and Kelpie) close by. a garden in the back, with mostly stuff like veggies, herbs etc. and cats.

7. Who are you jealous of?

who am I not jealous of 🥲

my sister, always, about everything. I'm trying to be more positive and only happy for her, but... it's hard. old habits die hard and all that stuff.

and in general everyone who (even just seemingly) has their life together. who manages to get shit done despite being a mental and psychological Mess (tm). even if their methods or motivations are super unhealthy and self-destructive. go me.

8. What’s your favorite show to binge?

don't have one rn, but I am watching a Fallout 4 Let's Play from 2016 (by Gronkh, a German YouTuber)

YouTube videos are probably as close as I get to watching shows like normal people lmao

with this, it changes. sometimes I only watch horror game let's plays, sometimes r/neckbeardstories and r/talesofneckbeards videos, or incels and nice guys, or DnD/tabletop experiences (all reddit stuff, usually)

I did have an anti-mlm phase

I'm basically all over the place 😂

9. Do you watch porn?

nope, only read smutty stories 😅

10. Do you have a secret sideblog?

not sure how secret any of my sideblogs are tbh

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

right now? it's 11.30 pm and I've been doing uni stuff all day, I'm fine in my room

though well rested and stuff, if it's not too hot, I'd like to be by the see maybe. go to Gunwharf again.

or my moots 🫂

pyjama party or something sounds great

12. What’s one of your fantasies?

I just wanna live in Ambrose with the Sinclairs and feel loved and not depressed and tired all the time 🥲

or be an author of bestselling books

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?

tbh just seems like a hell of a hassle with clothes? like, getting caught on stuff? plus what I mentioned earlier

14. How would you spend a million dollars?

probably not very responsibly cause I'm not good with money

I'd definitely donate and possibly give some to my friend? help all my moots who wanna get out of the US. the usual.

15. Are you in a relationship?

nope, luckily. last two really weren't worth it, I'm not sane enough for one (like, for real, I'm not mentally stable enough or fit for a relationship as of now, and it's not that important anyway)

16. Do you follow porn blogs?

uhhh... yeah

17. Are you angry with anyone right now?

I don't think so?

18. What tattoos do you want?

I wish I knew bestie. I had been thinking about the Portsmouth skyline, and/or the symbols from Divergent, but idk tbh. my sister got a cool thing with her zodiac sign done, and I sometimes think about something symbolising her/us, or her birthday but... well. got no money anyway lmao

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?

probably not, I'm okay with mine. would maybe get a middle name, but that's about it. and the one(s) I'm thinking of don't go well with my first name I think.

20. What is something you’re obsessed with?

still, the Sinclairs 😂

if varies

a while ago it was mythological creatures, kelpies, fae, that stuff

sometimes plants

all kinds of things

but you can always talk to me about language, writing, and my OCs

21. Describe your best friend.

I don't have one. and I don't like the idea of only one specific best friend anyway.

22. Tag someone you think is hot.

my brain doesn't work this way, how does "hot" work? plus I don't even know what most of my mutuals look like 😅

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists?

oh dear

- Evanescence

- OOMPH!

- Santiano

- Faun

- Lindsey Stirling

24. What are three places you want to travel?

Ambrose, Goodneighbour, Haddonfie- oh, wait, like in the real world?

the city I was born in, Rome, probably, uhh... somewhere cold and snowy, when there's night for 24 hours?

25. Describe your perfect Friday night.

I honestly don't know, my world is just me doing the same every day, and that's fine. like, I do get lonely, but when I spend evenings with friends/family I do need to recharge the next day so.

26. What’s your favorite season?

autumn or winter

27. What’s your pet peeve?

I have quite a few but literally can't remember a single one right now

28. Who is the funniest person you know?

me

and my dad

also @slasherlouvre 😂❤

29. What’s the most overrated movie?

all MCU movies?

30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message.

I think I actually do talk to pretty much everyone I want?

31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better?

paper books

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?

it reeeaaally depends on how I'm feeling, rn I love Fallout 4 but to be honest? I couldn't live like that. the Star Trek universe is neat though.

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?

if neither money nor space were an issue... probably a lot more goth-y? idk I'd also have to not be too tired to make an effort lmao

34. What’s your coffee order?

hot chocolate

35. Do you have a crush on anyone?

don't think I do

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes?

ehhh nah, don't think so

37. Have any tattoos?

sadly not

38. Do you drink?

cola? jk I did drink cider and cocktails but only with my ex to keep an eye on me. need someone I trust to look after me. and didn't get drunk or anything, just tipsy

39. Are you a virgin?

nope

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?

same as before, I don't think I do

[davidmann95]

Thoughts on (the apparently rushed) DC solicits?

Yeah, apparently Diamond used to put them together and now it's just some guy in the DC offices, hence why they've been screwy since the changeover.

I Am Batman #1: "In the throes of Future State" just means those events coming about rather than this being set in the future, right? My impression is this is very much in the here-and-now, and I think this is gonna be really enjoyable with no more teasing out aspects of the premise and Coipel steadily on art. Killer title too. You're really gonna open this with the 'Anti-Oracle' though?

Batman #112-113: Glad to see Brandon Thomas but already miss the Ghostmaker backup.

Batman: Urban Legends #7: THE BOYS ARE BACK

Batman--Knightwatch: Bat-Tech Special Edition: I'm...not clear what this is?

Deathstroke Inc. #1: lol

Aquaman: The Becoming #1: shit I'm gonna like an Aquaman comic, and about a character who debuted on Young Justice no less, this sucks

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series: The Eat. Bang. Kill Tour #1: Zero interest but glad to see Max Sarin getting work.

Suicide Squad: King Shark #1: Ditto except replace Max Sarin with the Defacer.

Are You Afraid of Darkseid? #1: This one's a maybe.

Action Comics #1035: Excited for this, especially with the fairly long-teased 'event' arc with Janin starting in the next issue, but I can't help but laugh looking at that cover because it absolutely looks like Superman's doing a Brandon Routh to his poor family.

Batman '89 #2: Ah, so this and '78 are still miniseries, somehow missed that before.

Batman: Reptilian #4: The preview for the first issue was definitely not what I expected coming from Ennis's interview; I'm curious how he'll square apparently doing the "Punisher MAX but it's Batman" approach so many people will want with the comedy he inherently sees in the character and his world.

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season Two #4: I had thought I was probably out but dammit if you're bringing the Gray Ghost in you've got my attention.

Batman/Superman #22: This is ending to be relaunched to focus on Jace and Jon, right? Between it doing steadily sales-wise and the acclaim I can't fathom a reason to dump Yang the same month King Shark is getting a mini.

(My worst fear is that DC floated this as a test - put a dynamite creative team on their two biggest characters, but without any sense of 'importance', and see how much readers gravitate towards it relative to crap that's central to the sacred Continuity - and feels it got an answer.)

Hardware: Season One #2: Probably still getting this.

Infinite Frontier #6: Hate when I'm made the new de facto head of the DCU and people are so unenthused about the prospect of this that the solicit for the last issue of my event mini isn't even listed at the front among the 'big' books of the month, when the first issue hasn't even hit the stands yet.

Justice League #68: This is where Jon joins, right? Conceivably even Jace/Yara/Kaldur, though I think that full changeover will be the marker of the next 'proper' relaunch.

Justice League Infinity #3: Moraaaaa. The premise of 'what if the Justice League cartoon did all the cool stuff?' loses something when it isn't actually the cartoon anymore - we're already used to seeing the cool stuff in this format - but I'm not gonna turn down good Justice League comics.

Legends of the Dark Knight #5: Cool, I'll get this.

Mister Miracle: The Source of Freedom #5: Orion still looks like that?

Rorschach #12: Hurm.

RWBY/Justice League #6: I guess any plans to sell Rooster Teeth would be on hold what with the move from AT&T to Discovery, so hopefully the chances of a more character-driven sequel aren't 100% dashed.

Strange Adventures #12: So goddamn nervous until the very last moment it's gonna turn out to be "it was his wife all along!"

Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #4: God, what a cover.

Superman '78 #2: Looking forward to seeing that Hitch variant, and Hackman's Luthor should be fun in this context.

Superman and The Authority #4: Right up to the end the solicits for this sound like an event lead-in mini circa 2007 or so except it's Grant Morrison so what is it really??? AND WHY NO QUITELY VARIANT

Superman: Son of Kal-El #3: I don't trust Taylor to do the ideal possible version of 'Jon Kent becomes a leftist in college' but the basic setup of this status quo is great and I think he'll do a fun version of it that's going to satisfy a lot of people.

The Batman & Scooby Doo Mysteries #6: That's MY Scooby-Doo, y'all!

A Nice House On The Lake #4: WHAT SECRET COULD BE MORE TERRIFYING THAN ANYTHING IN THAT FIRST ISSUE

Wonder Woman: Black and Gold #4: God, Lotay.

Batgirl of Burnside Omnibus: I get why this is a collection that basically had to happen but that's not a new cover by Stewart, is that? Somebody please tell me that's something repurposed and they didn't give him new work.

[thecomicon]

DC Black Label Release A Preview For James Tynion IV's 'The Nice House On The Lake' #1

DC Black Label Release A Preview For @JamesTheFourth's 'The Nice House On The Lake' #1

  Announced in March, the unstoppable James Tynion IV brings his latest creator owned horror comic, The Nice House On The Lake, to DC Black Label. Joining him on this new maxi-series is artist Álvaro Martínez Bueno and colourist Jordie Bellaire.  But, what can we expect, other than the horror of course? “This is a character-driven story where people need to grapple with living in a seeming…

[roboticonography]

Fic preview: The Fixed Foot

Pals, I regret to inform you that the fic I had planned to post today is not done. I was hoping to put the finishing touches on it today, but out of nowhere it got a lot longer and somewhat sexier, so I hope you’ll forgive me for posting just this first part, a small taste of things to come.

The title is a reference to John Donne’s “A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning,” which has been in the back of my mind ever since Agent Carter’s S1 finale episode.

Extended metaphors about compasses for the win.

This is for Day 1 of Steggy Week 2019: It’s Endgame, Baby!

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He starts with a date range. He doesn’t want to risk making things too complicated. This is going to be tricky enough as is.

He reads up on Peggy. He’s avoided knowing some of the details thus far; she wasn’t able to tell him directly, and using the internet felt intrusive.

There isn’t a lot of detailed information to be had through official channels. Employment forms and tax forms give him a dry chronology of cities, addresses, changes in marital status.

Howard’s butler’s unpublished memoirs are more illuminating. Edwin Jarvis uses pseudonyms for all of Howard’s associates, but it isn’t hard to figure out the identity of “Nancy,” who nearly knocked Jarvis unconscious the first time they met. In spite of that—or maybe even because of it—he seems to have really liked Peggy. (Steve can’t imagine meeting her and not liking her, but he is, of course, biased.)

Steve discovers that Peggy and a friend lived in one of Howard’s Manhattan penthouses for a period of time in the late 40s, after both of them were “asked to vacate” a women’s boarding house. He suspects there’s more to the story than that. He hopes he’ll get to hear it in person.

In one entry, Jarvis specifically mentions that Peggy is single. He seems to be one of those types who loves being married so much that he thinks everyone ought to try it at least once.

Steve decides on a date.

He collects the things he’ll need: a set of clothes, a paper map, some valuables he can hock for cash when he gets there, and a few keepsakes that won’t give him away.

He debates whether to get a different haircut, whether to grow a beard or get a pair of glasses. He wishes Natasha were here to help him with this part.

He wishes Natasha were here for a lot of reasons.

He reads everything he can get his hands on: what’s happening in politics, movies, music. Who made it to the World Series. It’s a sobering reminder of the time he’s returning to, and the battles that will lie ahead.

He has Bruce explain how time travel works, again and again, until it finally feels like it might be starting to sink in. He doesn’t want to do anything that might cause harm to his loved ones—those in the here and now, or those in the past. But he also knows himself. He knows he won’t be able to sit idly by.

Bruce assures him that there’s nothing he can do in the past that will alter what’s already taken place. His actions will create a new timeline, with its own outcomes; once he’s there, he won’t be able to take anything for granted.

Last but not least, he makes sure he has a backup plan. He loves Peggy, and he knows Peggy loves him, but it’s got to be her choice.

Bucky figures it out, of course. 

Sam doesn’t.

*

The one thing he should have thought to check was the weather report. The night he lands, it’s raining in sheets. The sidewalks are flooded.

He finds a spot to disable his quantum suit and change into the clothes he brought, which are instantly soaked as soon as he goes outside. Naturally, he didn’t think to bring an umbrella.

By the time he makes it over to Howard’s building, he looks like a drowned rat. The concierge eyes him suspiciously when he asks if Miss Carter is in.

“Who?”

“Margaret Carter. I know she lives here. She’s a friend of mine. Please.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I can’t help you.”

He scans the cavernous lobby; he doesn’t particularly want to have their reunion here, under the watchful eye of the building’s staff, but he may not have much choice.

Mercifully, the place is empty, aside from a single resident. Her back is to Steve, but her arrow-straight nylons and her tidy blonde pincurls remind him of Peggy, and he feels a heady rush of longing and anticipation. 

Watching her collect a letter from a bank of tidy pigeon-holes along one wall, he has a brainwave: he’ll leave Peggy a note. She might not believe it, but it’ll probably at least make her curious enough to want to meet him. And it’ll give her time to adjust to the idea before seeing him in person.

He borrows a sheet of paper and a fountain pen from the concierge, and makes an effort not to drip on the counter as he ponders what to write. He tries to think of a place nearby where they could meet.

“Is there an all-night diner anywhere around here?”

The concierge has just opened his mouth to reply when Steve is distracted by someone tugging on his sleeve.

It’s the woman who was picking up her mail. She’s young, and looks strangely familiar, though Steve has no clue where they might have met. Hopefully not at a USO show.

Fortunately, she doesn’t seem especially star-struck. “If you’re just looking for coffee and pie, I know an okay place,” she tells him, pointing to the waitress’s uniform under her rain slicker.

“Great, thanks.”

“Did I hear you asking for Peg earlier?”

Steve nods.

“She went to the pictures. I’m the roommate.” The blonde loops her arm through his. “You can wait upstairs, it’s okay. I’ll even scare up a cup of coffee for you, pro bono. Come on.”

He knows he shouldn’t; he needs to get his story straight with Peggy before he starts interacting with her social circle. But he’s been on the move for days, and it’s miserable outside.

“Sure. Thanks.”

*

The apartment is huge, a carefully curated monument to old-school wealth: antique furniture and oil paintings, dark wood and heavy fabric. The only thing that keeps it from being oppressive is the elegant simplicity of the architecture: long, clean lines and tall windows.

Angela—Angie—has the kitchen send up a tea tray. It’s enough food for six people, which is a blessing, because Steve is starving. He has to force himself not to be a pig.

“Nice spread,” he observes. He’s trying to remember the way he used to talk. It feels like he’s back in his USO days, playing a parody of himself.

Angie doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss. “I know! Oh, how the other half lives,” she says, comically, shoving half a raisin scone into her mouth.

Steve suddenly realizes where he knows her from: a 1951 movie musical called Life of the Party. She was billed as Ella Martin, but the cheeky grin is the same, and the strident voice. She couldn’t sing worth a lick, but she had razor-sharp comedic timing.

“So what’s your story?” asks Angie, still chewing. “How do you know Peg?”

“We met overseas during the war.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your name?”

He hesitates before replying, “My friends call me Steve.”

“That your way of telling me you want to be friends?”

“I’d like that a lot,” he tells her, with absolute sincerity.

She licks her fingers and eyes him suspiciously.

“I promise I’m not…” All the euphemisms he can think of are modern ones. “Trying to get anywhere with you,” he finishes, awkwardly.

“Good.” She nods in agreement with herself, and tops off his teacup.

Angie supplies the deficiency of the small talk, while Steve quietly polishes off most of the pastries. For the first time in days, he feels like he can let his guard down a little.

He starts to sink deeper into the plush sofa, his mind drifting pleasantly as Angie regales him with a story about a customer who tried to smuggle a cat into the automat in a briefcase.

Down the hall, the elevator dings.

“Angie?”

The sound of Peggy’s voice hits him like a sucker punch. It must show on his face because Angie asks, “You okay?”

“Fine. Thanks.” He sits up straighter, suddenly uncertain of where he should put his elbows.

“In here, Peg!” Angie hollers.

Steve can hear Peggy talking quietly—and a distinctly male voice whispering back.

“There’s someone with her,” says Steve.

“Probably just Daniel.”

“Who’s that?”

“Oh boy.” Her voice is suddenly soft, sympathetic. “Been a while since you saw her, huh?”

Before he can get the answer out, Peggy strides into view.

Her hair is different—longer than he’s ever seen it, swept over to one side in soft waves, like Veronica Lake. Her burgundy dress is perfectly molded to her magnificent figure, and has a very appealing neckline. She even has a tan, as though she’s just come home from a long beach holiday. 

She looks youthful, beautiful, vital. Happy.

“How was the picture?” calls Angie, oblivious.

“Absolute rubbish,” Peggy proclaims.

“It wasn’t that bad,” says her companion, helping her off with her coat. He’s young, good-looking, also tanned, and clearly smitten. “You’re just not very romantic, that’s all.”

“Oh!” She tosses the coat over a chair before turning to smack him on the arm. He chuckles, jokingly fending her off with his crutch.

Steve suddenly regrets not leaving a note.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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Check out this week’s new comic shop releases courtesy of Previews. As always, check with your local shop as to the availability of items. Highlights for the week include Bolero #4, The Good Asian #10, Killadelphia #21, The Secret History of the War on Weed, The Walking Dead Deluxe #37, The Collector: Unit 731 #1, Batman: Knight #4, Batman/Superman: World’s Finest #2, The Nice House on the Lake…

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  The Nice House On The Lake #1 Synopsis: Everyone who was invited to the house knows Walter—well, they know him a little, anyway. Some met him in childhood; some met him months ago. And Walter’s always been a little…off. But after the hardest year of their lives, nobody was going to turn down Walter’s invitation to an astonishingly beautiful house in the woods, overlooking an enormous sylvan…

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Nureyev is an important new documentary about Rudolf Nureyev’s extraordinary life which will be shown in cinemas around the UK from 25 September.

BAFTA nominated directors Jacqui and David Morris have interviewed Nureyev’s colleagues from the dance world – Alla Osipenko, Ghislaine Thesmar, Dame Antoinette Sibley, Clement Crisp, Meredith Daneman – but sensibly don’t fill the screen with them sitting on sofas surrounded by ballet memorabilia, but illustrate their contributions with video clips and photos, enabling them to pack far more into the film’s already generous 1hr 50min running time. There is much to show because the filmmakers have unearthed 16 minutes of unseen video.

The documentary is divided into thematic blocks rather than being a simple chronology and these are interspersed with quotes, the first being from Napoleon, “Great people are meteors designed to burn so that the earth may be lighted,” and the film proceeds to show how greatly Nureyev illuminated the dance world.

There is an interesting archival recording of Yehudi Menuhin who says,

There is something in the background of any Russian, whether he be Jewish or a Tartar, which dramatizes a situation; it’s more potent, more intense. It probably comes from the fact that they have such an otherwise difficult life, as it’s always been for hundreds of years between snow and mud, and they are almost harnessed to the earth and the problems of life. It enables them when they are liberated on the stage to live life as they would have liked to have lived it, with all the abandon and the capacity for focusing, for dramatizing, for intensifying the emotion and the thought. It’s as if the sun were shining through a lens and you focus it on something and it started burning. The whole of life, the whole universe, focuses itself through the greatest Russians and they start burning, burning up the audience and burning up themselves.

These neatly connected quotes and thoughts pertinently explain Nureyev’s character, and is typical of the film’s sensitivity and understated reflections on the nature and career of this gigantic influencer. It has no sensationalism but is reflective and full of warmth.

Russell Maliphant has created scenes, sort of dance tableaux, which illustrate the mood of extracts from Nureyev’s memoirs, read by Siân Phillips, and other audio recollections and commentary – dancing in the snow, huddling among the Russian birch trees, folding sheets. Theatre composer Alex Baranowski — who wrote the score for Northern Ballet’s 1984 — has created a suggestive background for these scenes, indeed the whole film, and Lucia Lacarra and Marlon Dino are two of the dancers who appear.

The fascination with the West in the ‘50s drew young Russians to make homemade records of its evil pop music and to dance the jitterbug behind closed doors — including young ballet dancers. The film is outstanding at contextualising this and other periods of Nureyev’s life. While Russia didn’t have teenage dance moves or gigantic American fridges, it did have two powerful weapons at its disposal, the Kirov and the Bolshoi, and what better way to enhance Russian prestige around the world than by having these companies tour abroad.

The Kirov was in Paris in 1961. Alla Osipenko, one of Nureyev’s partners, says,

We were totally into the underground nightlife at the time and it was a real challenge to return unseen in the morning… Rudolf was a free spirit: “This is how I want my life to be and I will live it that way. I don’t want to live the way you order me to. I will walk my own path in life.”

Nureyev defected in Paris in 1961 on Osipenko’s 29th birthday. For this, she, and many others, paid a price.

I was not allowed to leave the country for 10 years. I knew how to block those things out, saying to myself, “It’s not vital to go to America.”

The film focuses on his relationship with Erik Bruhn — Sibley: “All my generation, us girls, were in love with Erik Bruhn.” — and that with Margot Fonteyn, who invited the young Nureyev to dance in a gala at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, on 2 November 1961. John Tooley, former director of the Royal Opera House has another slant on the story,

He wasn’t exactly invited over here – he arrived. He had written to Margot and said, I want to appear in your gala and I want to dance with you.

A Fonteyn quote:

Genius is another word for magic, and the whole point of magic is that it is inexplicable.

And ‘magic’ was the word used to describe the effect of their partnership on stage.

Fonteyn explains,

I believe that our partnership would not have been quite such a success if it hadn’t been for the difference in our ages, because what happened was that I’d go out on the stage thinking, who’s going to look at me with this young lion leaping ten feet high in the air and doing all those fantastic things. And then Rudolf had really this deep respect because I was this older, very famous, established ballerina. So it sort of charged the performance that we were both going out there inspired by the other one, and somehow it just worked.

Nureyev almost immediately rustled feathers at The Royal Ballet when he modified its production of Swan Lake after Fonteyn had agreed to do it his way. He justified his approach,

We became one body, one soul, we moved in one way, it was very complimentary, every arm movement, every head movement, there were no more cultural gaps or age difference, we were absorbed in characterisation. We became the part.

It was revolutionary and most of the audience loved it. One of the Covent Garden establishment said that Nureyev was like the Great War, wiping out a generation of male dancers on his arrival. The success of the Fonteyn/Nureyev partnership was unprecedented. Sibley says,

Footballers must have this all the time, this yelling and screaming, and it was unbelievable. It was out of all proportion to anything one had been accustomed to before.

Lucia Lacarra and Marlon Dino

A section of the documentary devoted to Nureyev’s often difficult character hears him describing his Tartar blood:

It runs faster somehow, it is always ready to boil, and yet it seems that we are more languid than the Russians, more sensuous — we are a curious mixture of tenderness and brutality.

English National Opera’s master carpenter, Ted Murphy, remembers some of the fights,

Over the years he’d have different people looking after him on stage and he used to kick them, punch them, slap them – I’ve seen all of that happening – but it was all to do about how his performance was really.

National Ballet School of Canada’s Betty Oliphant tells the story of her student who was playing a pageboy, excitedly telling her that Nureyev had spoken to him:

I said, “Oh that’s wonderful. Was he nice?” And he said, “Well, he told me to fuck off.”

Drawing by Jamie Wyeth

On love and relationships, the film documents the competitive love affair between Nureyev and Bruhn, which turned sour as Nureyev began to overshadow his former mentor. Pierre Lacotte recalls witnessing tremendous arguments between them.

As he told me one day — says Ghislaine Thesmar — you have to choose between giving your energy to love a human being or to love your art. You have to choose, you can’t have both… If you give yourself to art, nobody can take the place of art, it’s impossible. They can accompany you as long as they can stand it but then if you lose them you lose them, it’s not important.

When talk show host Michael Parkinson asked him if he had a sense of belonging anywhere, he replied simply, “Dance”.

Nureyev was open to newer forms of dance, different ways to move. He admired Martha Graham greatly, who remembered,

Rudolf came to see me backstage and just stood and looked at me and we didn’t talk about anything. Finally, it came out that he has an appetite for the new and he wants to experience everything to its fullest. He said, “I do not mind if I make a fool of myself.”

There is some previously unreleased amateur footage of him in some of the Graham works he performed. Other unseen clips of Nureyev in action show him rehearsing Nutcracker with Claude de Vulpian during his time as the Artistic Director of the Paris Opera Ballet.

The clubbing and cruising part of his life is coloured with moody archive footage of bathhouses and discos. Former New York City Ballet Principal Dancer, Heather Watts, was one of the first artists to join the fight against AIDS in the mid-1980s:

The year is ’82 and suddenly we start hearing about boys dying, just dying, and there’s real fear. The partying stopped, the fun stopped, and we started burying our friends. It was like a war.

  In 1987 when Nureyev was finally allowed to return to Russia to visit his dying mother, his face had started to look slightly gaunt. He had been diagnosed with HIV in 1984.

Margot Fonteyn died in 1981. He said,

It was very lucky for us to have those glorious years. She became a very, very great friend of mine. To me she is part of my family. That all what I have – only her.

His own death came less than two years later.

Ghislaine Thesmar:

I really think this man was exceptional. I don’t mean the Rudolf of photos, making faces or scandals and all these cheapy things, I mean the real man he was… I think he defended the world of ballet. He loved ballet like a child would love a god, it was beautiful to see that.

An emotional Antoinette Sibley chokes as she says,

He was a very special person, and I feel very proud to have been part of it.

  Nureyev, the film, will be launching in cinemas nationwide from 25 September 2018 with daily previews at Curzon Mayfair, London from 21 September.

  Preview: Nureyev the film is a glorious celebration of an exceptional life Nureyev is an important new documentary about Rudolf Nureyev’s extraordinary life which will be shown in cinemas around the UK from 25 September.

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Those that have married in to Royal Families since 1800

Monaco

Donna Beatrice Borromeo born 18 August 1985

She is the daughter of Don Carlo Ferdinando Borromeo, Count of Arona the son of Vitaliano Borromeo, 2nd Prince of Angera, and his long-time companion, Countess Donna Paola Marzotto Through her father she is related to Carlo Borromeo, who became a cardinal of the Roman Catholic Church, Archbishop of Milan, and a canonized saint. 

The family currently owns most of the Borromean Islands in the Lago Maggiore, Milan city, and many other estates in the Lombardy and Piedmont countryside . She has an older brother, Carlo Ludovico Borromeo, who married Italian fashion designer Marta Ferri  daughter of Italian photographer Fabrizio Ferri,on 30 June 2012 on the island of Pantelleria.

Beatrice has three older half-sisters from her father's first marriage to German model Marion Sybil Zota: Donna Isabella married Count Ugo Brachetti Peretti. Donna Lavinia; married John Elkann, son of Margherita Agnelli de Pahlen and Alain Elkann. Donna Matilde married Prince Antonius zu Fürstenberg son of Heinrich, Prince of Fürstenberg.

Her maternal grandmother was the fashion designer Marta Marzotto (née Vacondio), ex-wife of Count Umberto Marzotto.Her uncle, Count Matteo Marzotto, is the former president and director of the Valentino fashion house at the time the label belonged to the Marzotto Group.

Since 2008, Borromeo became increasingly known in the tabloid press as the girlfriend of Pierre Casiraghi, the younger son of Caroline, Princess of Hanover. The couple married in a civil ceremony on Saturday, 25 July 2015 in the gardens of the Prince's Palace of Monaco. The religious ceremony took place on 1 August 2015 on Isola Bella, one of the Borromean Islands on Lake Maggiore, Italy. 

She finished secondary education, in 2002, at Milan's Liceo Classico Giovanni Berchet. Borromeo received a bachelor of laws from Bocconi University, Milan in 2010, under supervision of prof. Lorenzo Cuocolo. She also received a Masters in Journalism from Columbia University Journalism School in May 2012

Beatrice was a contributor to Newsweek and the Daily Beast in 2013. Prior to that, and from the newspaper's beginning in 2009, she worked as a full-time reporter for Il Fatto Quotidiano. She continued in that position through the year 2016

She has appeared on many television shows in Italy, beginning with Anno Zero on Rai 2 where she worked for two years, from 2006 to 2008. Every week she interviewed an average three guests on political development and social evils. In 2009, she even hosted a weekly show on the Radio 105 Network.

She interviewed Roberto Saviano, the famous author of Gomorrah, for Above magazine's June 2009 issue. She also interviewed American author of LA Confidential James Ellroy and former candidate for Colombia's presidency Ingrid Betancourt both for Il Fatto Quotidiano. For the same newspaper, she also interviewed Marcello Dell'Utri, Italian Senator and co-founder of Forza Italia. In the interview, Dell'Utri admitted to have entered politics to get immunity in order to escape his arrest. 

She directed Mamma Mafia, a documentary about mafia women: its preview was released by the Newsweek Daily Beast Company on 31 January 2013. That was her sole film in the English language. She has directed several documentaries in the Italian language, ranging from topics as the women of 'Ndrangheta, selfie surgery, and the children of Caivano.

Borromeo collaborated with Marco Travaglio and Vauro Senesi on the book Italia Annozero (Chiarelettere, 2009). She also wrote the preface for Birgit Hamer's Delitto senza castigo: La Vera Storia di Vittorio Emanuele di Savoia. (Aliberti, 2011).Birgit Hamer is a very old family friend; her mother is dear friends with Borromeo's mother, and Borromeo has admitted to having grown up hearing about the murder of Dirk Hamer from his sisters, including Birgit. Borromeo broke the story of the video confession of Vittorio Emanuele, who subsequently sued the newspaper for defamation. In 2015 a court ruled in favour of the newspaper.Borromeo then posted on Twitter: "Vincere una causa e' sempre piacevole, ma contro Vittorio Emanuele di Savoia la goduria è doppia!" ("Winning a case is always nice, but against Victor Emmanuel of Savoy the pleasure is double"), which resulted in spat on social media with his son Emanuele Filiberto

In November 2015 she was sanctioned Special Envoy for Human Rights for F4D. She considered herself in 2005 "atheist and leftist".

Pierre and Beatrice's first son, Stefano Ercole Carlo Casiraghi, was born on 28 February 2017. Their second son, Francesco Carlo Albert, was born on 21 May 2018.

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Preview: The Nice House on the Lake #1

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The Nice House on the Lake #1 Written by: James Tynion IVArt by: Alvaro MartinezColor: Jordie Bellaire Everyone who was invited to the house knows Walter-well, they know him a little, anyway. Some met him in childhood; some met him months ago. And Walter’s always been a little…off. But after the hardest year of their lives, nobody was going to turn down Walter’s invitation to an astonishingly…

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  The Nice House On The Lake #1 Synopsis: Everyone who was invited to the house knows Walter—well, they know him a little, anyway. Some met him in childhood; some met him months ago. And Walter’s always been a little…off. But after the hardest year of their lives, nobody was going to turn down Walter’s invitation to an astonishingly beautiful house in the woods, overlooking an enormous sylvan…

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Art Update: Jewel Beetle, Titanium Base, and More!

Small update

Hey there guys! Xylax here. This will be a tiny bit personal this week - I am moving out in 4-5 days + focusing on October event, so this week's update will be quite small, and mostly based on work of our two wonderful supporting artists (Deertush and 7ths). This should be the last update like this and after I settle down and make sure my PC survives the move, I will be in new, much nicer place where I can focus on work in peace and quiet (almost like a house office), I cannot wait to bring everything I planned - decor and files updates, fixing art bugs, explore update, events, black friday mutations and so much more to come :D

New Oasis Decors + SS Reward

Aging Leopard & Aging Serval are in Oasis for 4 GB each and will grow up with your lions! [D] Lion Lands is a new dynamic background and first one like this ever drawn by 7ths since she was hired! Hope you will love it too!

Pied Kingfisher is a new Serengeti Shuffle prize in 4444+ tier. Suggestion

Monkey Business & Crafting

Lake Retba & Dark Cave are new Monkey Business backgrounds to purchase! Jacana can be now crafted from 30x Jacana Legs. Suggestion

New Base!

Titanium is a new Black Solid Common Dark base available to customize! We also have added Bloodbourne base to wardrobe, so you can preview it!

Jewel Beetle is a new Event Beetle that has been added to Prophet Shop in Tier 1! Common colours: Green & Teal Uncommon colours: Blue & Red Rare colours: Opalescent & Striped

Shad probably added new tags but forgot to tell me where! 8D We have added October markings to wardrobe (atm only for basic lions) so you can have fun previewing Unholy and Bloodbourne stuff!

More specific combo-bases!

This suggestion made me very excited to approve unique but common bases from breeding specific colours. Just like the thread suggests, Mahogany + White = Light Mahogany, and so on. Since I approved this (due to Combo Bases being added in general), I would like to actually have a giant mass of base suggestions in this spirit, all by you guys, in Base Suggestions forums! We really like this concept and this has a gigantic potential, and there's so many possible bases to add based on that, that we'd love to see you come up with various combos! Eventually I can compile them all into 1 thread or a document as they pile up! :D NOTE: Please remember we have a massive amount of suggestions and we're not always able to find or remember them all to credit in news. If your decor etc made it to the game, that's what counts the most! We really appreciate all suggestions! :D you can always PM me the link so I can mark the thread as Added.

Raffle Lioness

Congrats Sweeney Todd (#39869)! You have won the last raffle lady! New lady with the Sunset over Entabeni is up for impressing in Special Lioness area in Explore or in NEWS section under News Post List!

Polls and Dev Notes

Looks like you guys are in favour for 1-10 Vitiligo Mane Markings, but custom to match body markings easier - thank you for voting! That would be a nice winter project :O LINK - Since Arctic base will come out in December, what new theme for 2018/2019/2020 December events would you like to see in future bases? (or, if you want, suggest in Base Suggestions another theme :D I am not set on these at all!)