#Vista Heights

[trrvisuals]

My Stories: Law's End

This one has it's own blog @lawsend

These for the overall series were made by @harleybeaumont

Episode 1: Murder at Vista Heights

Gifs from @secretaryunpaid:

[structuraremodeling]

The Future of Multigenerational Living: How Junior ADUs Can Bring Families Closer Together

As families grow, the concept of multigenerational living is gaining popularity, and with the housing market in Los Angeles becoming more competitive, homeowners are looking for smart solutions to accommodate their loved ones. One such solution is the Junior Accessory Dwelling Unit (ADU), a small but functional living space that is quickly transforming the future of family living.

At Structura Remodeling, we have been helping families across Los Angeles design and build Junior ADUs that meet their unique needs. As a leading junior ADU contractor in LA, our goal is to provide tailored solutions that promote both independence and closeness within families.

What Is a Junior ADU?

A Junior ADU, also known as a JADU, is a smaller type of accessory dwelling unit that typically measures less than 500 square feet. These units are often built within the existing footprint of a home, such as converting a garage or an unused bedroom into a livable space. A JADU provides all the essential amenities of a self-contained unit, including a kitchenette, bathroom, and sleeping area, making it perfect for multigenerational living, guest accommodations, or even rental income.

Why Are Junior ADUs Popular for Multigenerational Families?

Multigenerational living has grown in popularity due to several factors, including:

Cost-Effective Housing: Housing costs in areas like Culver City and Mar Vista continue to rise, making it challenging for extended families to live nearby. Junior ADUs offer a more affordable way to keep families together under one roof while maintaining privacy.

Increased Property Value: Adding a JADU to your home in areas such as Ladera Heights can significantly increase your property's value. The demand for multigenerational living solutions and guest accommodations boosts the market appeal of homes with Junior ADUs.

Flexibility: A Junior ADU can serve multiple purposes – whether you need extra space for a family member, a rental unit to generate additional income, or simply a private retreat for guests.

Closeness Without Compromise: For families caring for aging parents or adult children returning home, a Junior ADU offers proximity without sacrificing privacy. The design of these units fosters independence while keeping loved ones close by.

Design Trends in Junior ADUs

When designing a Junior ADU, functionality is paramount, but it doesn’t mean style should be overlooked. The latest trends in JADU design focus on maximizing space and creating modern, comfortable environments:

Open Floor Plans: Clever use of space with an open layout is key in small areas.

Natural Lighting: Large windows and skylights bring in natural light, making the unit feel bigger.

Energy Efficiency: Green materials and energy-efficient appliances are often incorporated to create a more sustainable living space.

Custom Storage: Custom cabinetry and multi-purpose furniture help maximize the storage potential in a limited area.

At Structura Remodeling, we work with homeowners to incorporate the latest design trends, ensuring that each Junior ADU is both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

Understanding the Costs of Adding a Junior ADU

The room addition cost in Los Angeles can vary depending on the size, scope, and materials used in the project. For a Junior ADU, the costs can be more affordable than traditional home additions because they often utilize existing space within the home. On average, the cost can range from $50,000 to $100,000, depending on the complexity of the design and features you choose.

For those interested in expanding their home with a JADU, it’s important to understand local zoning laws and regulations, especially in areas like Culver City and Mar Vista. We work closely with city planning departments to ensure that all permits are in place and that your project complies with current regulations.

Table: Average Costs of Junior ADUs by Region

Location

Cost Range

Los Angeles

$50,000 - $100,000

Mar Vista

$55,000 - $110,000

Ladera Heights

$60,000 - $115,000

Culver City

$50,000 - $105,000

FAQs About Junior ADUs

1. How long does it take to build a Junior ADU? It usually takes between 6 to 9 months from the initial design phase to project completion, depending on the complexity of the project.

2. Are there specific regulations for Junior ADUs in Los Angeles? Yes, Junior ADUs must comply with local zoning regulations, including size limits and occupancy rules. We handle all permitting to ensure your project follows city guidelines.

3. Can I rent out my Junior ADU? Yes, Junior ADUs can be rented out to generate income, though some areas may have specific regulations regarding short-term rentals.

4. How much does it cost to build a Junior ADU in Los Angeles? The cost of building a Junior ADU in Los Angeles ranges from $50,000 to $100,000, depending on factors such as materials, design, and labor.

5. What is the difference between a Junior ADU and a regular ADU? A Junior ADU is smaller (under 500 sq. ft.) and is often built within an existing home structure, whereas a regular ADU is typically a stand-alone unit.

Conclusion: Bringing Families Closer Together

Junior ADUs are a smart, cost-effective solution for multigenerational families looking to stay close while maintaining independence. Whether you’re in Culver City, Ladera Heights, or Mar Vista, building a Junior ADU can enhance your property value and provide a versatile living space for years to come.

[mortallychoppedgalaxy]

Ya'll, i'm doing sims 3 world commisions, small, medium, large, or just edits/scrubs, whatever, including lots and families or not. Find me on Fiverr.

[academyoftheheartandmind]

Heights

By Channie Greenberg

[photos-girls]

Unveiling Extravagance: A Glimpse into Kuwait's 7-Star Hotels

Unveiling Extravagance: A Glimpse into Kuwait’s 7-Star Hotels Kuwait, a beacon of luxury in the Arabian Gulf, boasts an array of 7-star hotels that redefine opulence. These establishments transcend conventional hospitality, offering an unparalleled experience that combines lavish accommodation, exquisite dining, and unrivaled service. Let’s explore the epitome of indulgence with a spotlight on…

[greekikon]

Oh Brooklyn, you are your own thing, with a set of eyes that can’t be beat.

[poeticsandaliens]

@cult-of-the-eye thank you for indulging my BS. Ahm *cracks knuckles*

So according to my research (because I am not a star chart expert) the Sun is the ego/motivation, the Moon is the emotional needs, and the Rising is the energy we want to put into the world. This is fun and all, but as is we're just kind of doing astrology backwards, so let's make some adjustments based on the idea of Fear and the different ways we see people become Avatars in TMA.

Your Sun is your Self. You become an Avatar by being encompassed in it. It wants you and loves you; whether you chose it or not you're driven by your identity, your ego, your Achilles heel. Like John or Jane Prentiss.

Your moon is your Statement. It's the thing that scarred you and rendered a morbid fascination. You become its Avatar by being emotionally consumed by it all in one go and coming out the other side like Helen.

Your rising is your Leitner. It's the one you gravitate toward to escape the horrible understanding of Self that comes with your Sun or the consumption that comes with your Moon. You become an Avatar the way Michael did—seeking an alternative to what chases you.

Elaboration under the cut. Anybody wanna share their Sun, Moon, and Rising?

My Sun is the Eye because everything I pursue is underpinned by an itch to know or witness something. I was raised in a part of the US where you can see for fifty plus miles in all directions. I'm a mountaineer - not about height but because I need to know what's over every ridge or lurking in the next valley. Mountaineering is all about knowing—avalanche forecasts, weather, gear, maps and trails—knowing enough to be prepared for what you can't control. I'm entrenched in academia in a jack-of-all-trades sort of way, I'm obsessed with myth and the vulnerability of storytelling, and I have a near-photographic memory with a terrible filing system. Also I go on evening drives solely for the rush of spotting and watching wildlife, and I have to be first when I'm walking with other people because it fucks with my sense of space not to see what's in front of me.

This is where I go back on my earlier tags (oopsie) because actually my Moon is in the Corruption. Being way too aware of certain textures on my hands, working in medical research where we all obsess over sterility, being uncontrollably freaked out by wasps and hornets. It's one I'm most likely to encounter or be touched by through bad luck and vulnerability. I'm not always afraid of it, but I'm ALWAYS conscious of its presence.

My rising is the Web. To escape, I turn to creating, controlling, and tugging on the world around me. I cultivate an aesthetic. I write lyric poems, an act of controlling the line and the space around it. I use media as a framework to understand other media, threading existing myths and archetypes through a story instead of talking about it abstractly. I manipulate people into going to my favorite restaurants by convincing them it's in their best logical interest (trying to do that less). I love me a braided essay.

Bonus content, because I don't have time to add to this: What charts are you compatible with?

Why You Should Date Each of the Entities:

The Dark:

You can't see the things that are so plainly wrong in the dark, everything is softer, more blurred at the edges. your secrets will always be safe.

The Corruption:

You will never be alone again, loved unconditionally, blindly, wildly by something that lives within you. Something that has marked you. Something that will never leave.

The Lonely:

Isn't it so peaceful? So calm? Being given your own space, living, loving in silence together. How can you be hurt if there's no one to hurt you?

The Eye:

What would you give to fully be Seen? To be understood? In your deliriously human entirety. A complex puzzle of experience and nature, dissected and pieced back together.

The Vast:

You want to be drawn in, magnetised by something larger than life, bigger than you could ever imagine. You want it to overwhelm you, the indifference in which it reacts to your all-encompassing desire. The best part of love is the falling.

The Flesh:

Meat is meat is meat. Why romanticise what is so plainly human? You are a person, made of flesh and bones, you would like to be with another person, made of flesh and bones. Simple as.

The Web:

Love me, love me not. You pull off each of the spider's legs to understand your romantic fate. It's infinitely complex, ineffable to you and your human machinations. You just want to follow the red string, hopefully finding someone on the other end.

The Slaughter:

It's me and you. You and me. Why should anyone else get in the way? I'll dig through your ribcage and curl up aside your beating heart, holding it as it ceases to beat.

The Spiral:

You don't want to understand. You just want to your hand to be taken, pulled along to dizzying adventures. Chug the slushee and relish the feeling of the brain freeze.

The End:

Everything ends. At least this way, you have more control. The relief that washes over you is no longer tinged with guilt.

The Buried:

You're surrounded on all sides by your lover, encompassed and safe. The pressure condenses your fizzing veins into hard candy and for the first time, you feel solid.

The Desolation:

Burn it down and only we are left. We are the most important people to each other and it shall stay that way, until the both of us perish. It will end as it started, with a rush of flame.

The Hunt:

You're constantly chasing the pounding, breathless feeling in your chest, craving the twist of the neck to check if I'm still watching, still five paces behind. It's presence is comforting, mingled with torturous.

The Stranger:

Fuck man I don't know how to make this one sound romantic.

[alexa-yukiyu]

Hello! Ok so can I request a whitebeard pirates x child reader?

Basically reader has this big fat crush on shanks and everytime that shanks visit the Moby dick reader would give shanks flowers, cards, and candies

Shanks also has this huge ego boost often making comments how he's reader favorite which anger the whitebeard pirates

Ace was so ready to strangle shanks but reader gets between them and there like "Stop fighting! if you keep this up I'll go with Mr shanks and his crew!"

Ace is heartbroken, thatch is sobbing on the floor, while everyone else is stunned LOL

-👻 anon

Puppy Love (Shanks x gn!child!reader x Whitebeard pirates)

Part two

A/N YALL GET YOUR GRILLS READY CAUSE I COOKED HERE, I loved making this im not really into crack fics so I wanted to keep it as real as possible but while still adding that spec of dramatics of it and I think I found the perfect balance

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

At first, the Whitebeard pirates thought it was normal. Dokucha was quite the amicable child, after all, and it was not unheard of for them to give small gifts to guests who came on the ship.

The first time Dokucha had seen the red-haired Captain was when the yonko was visiting the Moby Dick on business. Upon spotting the man Dokucha was quick to sneak into the clinic and steal some candy to hand to him.

“Here, Mister Shanks,” they said shyly, handing the candy to said man

Shanks took the candy from the child and thanked them for it

“For me?”

They nodded, a faint red hue blooming on their face as they fidgeted, their upper body spinning back and forth to keep their nerves down

He chuckles softly, giving the kid a small smile and ruffling their head

"Thank you very much, kid," he said as he turned to leave

They squealed happily once he had stepped off the boat, the red hue now taking over their face entirely as they replayed the event on their heads

The Whitebeard Pirates looked on in confusion at the small kid who had grown so fond of the red-head captain

“Ne, is he coming over again?” Dokucha questioned, lying their head on the railing watching as the Red forced slowly sailed away

“Pops needs to discuss some more loose ends with him, so he will be back soon,” Jozu answers absentmindedly

“How soon?”

He looks at the little one before shrugging

“A couple days, maybe a week.”

“Why are you so curious, Dokucha?” Izou asks with a raised brow at the child’s sudden interest

“Nothing!” They said, grinning ear to ear as they went into the ship a skip to their step on their way

The pirates brushed it off as the kid simply being excited at the fact that someone out of their family was coming to visit; they were very wrong.

On the next visit, Dokucha had begged Vista to make some flowers for them and had even sneaked into the kitchen to steal some of the edible flowers to make a small bouquet.

“Here Mister Shanks”

“For me?” Shanks asked with a slight grin on his face as he took the small bouquet and gave the little one a thankful look

“Dokucha, did you make this?”

“Yeah, I made it for you,” they mutter shyly with a shrug

Shanks bends down to the child’s height

“Thank you very much; it looks like you worked hard to make it so pretty.” he takes one of the flowers and tucks it behind their ear

“Here, now you look pretty as well.”

Their face explodes with red at the gesture, a lovesick look on their face as they watch him go

The crewmates raise their eyebrows at this behavior; Ace is the first to speak up

“Hey, that idiot is trying to steal Dokucha!” mutters Ace as he elbows Marco

“That’s just how Dokucha is; you know how friendly they are,” he says with a grunt at the hit

“No, No, Ace is onto something here; he’s definitely up to something,” agrees Thatch

Marco rolls his eyes as he leaves the two to talk their conspiracy out

Turns out he should have heeded their words as he now felt the same feeling crawling up his skin as he watched his youngest sibling yet again approaching the man with another small gift, a small golden coin they had found on their last island

By now, Shanks had started expecting it, so when the kid approached them, a smirk appeared on his face

“What do you have for me today?” he said, scooping the small child up

“I found a pretty coin for Mister Shanks!”

He backs up slightly to look at the coin the child had raised

“You’re spoiling me here, kid. What has my favorite Whitebeard up to?”

They shrug

“I played with my brothers again.”

He chuckles softly

“You’re adorable; I might have to steal you; we need some of that energy in the red Force,”

Dokucha’s response was stopped as they both turned at a hot feeling enveloping them

“Red-haired Shanks,” Ace growls, a tight grin on his face as his fire flickered around him

“Don’t get me wrong, I'm still eternally grateful for you saving and taking care of my brother, but I won’t sit still and watch you steal Dokucha.”

“Would you be so kind as to put my dear sibling down?” Thatch says, a similar tight smile on his face as he swings around his kitchen knives

Marco stared at the confrontation unfolding before him, his eyes drilling into the opposing captain, waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in

“Stop! If you hurt Mister Shanks, I will be mad at you forever! And I will go on adventures with Mister Shanks!”

Thatch gasps at their words

“Dokucha…you are breaking my heart!” He said, grasping at his chest at the sight

“Ah, Thatch-nii!” They said, jumping off Shanks's hand and running to their brother

“Is you’re heart okay?! I’m sorry! I'm not mad at Thatch-Nii!” They cry

Thatch rushes forward to the kid, embracing them in a hug

“Don’t you go running off with anyone else, okay? I won’t allow it.”

“Is your heart okay, Thatch-nii?”

He chuckles

“Don’t worry, I‘m fine. I would just miss you too much if you were to leave.”

“That being said, you are not going with Shanks.”

Shanks chuckles at this, a sly smirk growing on his face

“I don’t know. I might just steal the little one.”

“You-

“Stop” A commanding voice booms

“Ace, stand down,” Whitebeard mutters

Ace’s flame flares more as his jaw tightens

“Fine…”

Whitebeard turns his sight to the Red-Haired captain

“Boy, stop taunting my commanders.”

Shanks raises his hand in a forfeiting motion

“Couldn’t help myself,” he chuckles

“Well then, are you done messing around?” Thatch asked after a moment of silence, scooping up the child and putting them on his hip

“I think it is time for me to take my leave,” sighs Shanks, a small smile growing as he says this

“Hey, kid, say hi to Luffy for me, will ya?” He said, glancing at Ace

Ace rolls his eyes at this but grumbles out an agreement his way, a similar smile on his face

Shanks nods at this and takes his leave, jumping back to the Red Force and preparing to set sail

Dokucha whines at this, struggling against Thatch’s hold to try to follow after the redhead

Thatch looks down at the child struggling against his grasp

“Don’t.” He said bluntly

Marco glances at the small struggle before sighing and crossing over, pulling the kid from Thatch to sit on the other side of his hip, nodding at the chef in assurance

Dokucha tries to take advantage of the handover to wiggle their way out of their grasp but is unable to escape their brothers’ firm hold

“There isn’t escaping, you little troublemaker; no use trying,”

“But I want to see Mister Shanks off!”

“I know, bud, but you can’t run off with every stranger you see,” he said, ruffling their hair

They pout

“But it’s a handsome stranger!”

“And what if they're bad people? They could steal you away, you know?”

“Mister Shanks can steal me any day,” they sighed with a dopey smile

He lets out a small chuckle

“Your something else, kid,” he says, giving their head a light pat

“No, Marco-nii, Shanks is something else! So handsome and strong!”

He scoffs at that

“What are we, invisible?” he grumbles, walking into the ship

Ace and Thatch watched them walk away, the latter looking up at his Captain

“Hey, old ma-

“You’re not going after him.”

Guys let’s be honest Dokucha is just voicing much of you are thinking, I think they are intrusive thoughts voiced out, honestly I keep re-reading and I keep laughing cause I just think of you guys doing that

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[hancyan]

World Downloads(Added information about rabbithole rug).

Hi everyone!　First of all, I must apologize. Regarding my previous post about "Victorian Sunset Valley", I deleted it because there was a problem with the save file. There is no problem with the empty world.

I'm really sorry to all the simmers who downloaded, liked, reblogged and commented.

It seems that the problem can be solved by separating the save files, so I decided to share it again. There are no changes to the empty world, so if you have it, please try again.

❖Empty World There are just a Public Lots, a Farm District, and Goth Manor.The two hilltop mansions don't exist yet. This is Sunset Valley long before Mortimer Goth was born.If there is a historic town you have in mind, you are free to build it here.

※An empty world requires the store item "Artemis Temple Frieze (Muse Luxury)".

❖Save files You can enjoy the Victorian era right away, but there are no film careers, universities, or diving spots. There are a few empty plots, so feel free to add them.

This time, I did not build any houses. I only built some public lots, but I changed the color of the buildings I shared before and placed them. The Equestrian Center of EA is very conspicuous, so I built a small racetrack. There is a fire station of EA next to it, but it does not blend in with the scenery very well, so I am thinking of rebuilding it someday.

The address of @ri-el's Sherlock Holmes residence is 221B Baker Street. I wanted to place this residence on the main street, so I set the lot size specifically. Then I placed the lot built by @nornities to match the cafe next door and the stairs leading to the harbor across the road. The harbor is a bit of a tourist area, with trade ships, sightseeing ships, and passenger ships arriving and departing. Some Sims may come to see the steamships, so I prioritized placing it here. There are also lots of great builds by other creators included. Thank you.

Every house has some sort of vehicle (either a horse-drawn carriage or a historic bicycle), and the sight of so many carriages going around town is truly impressive!

It looks heavy, but if you can play the EA Store worlds then I don't think it will be an issue.

Basically, it is a town for enjoying historical play such as the Victorian or Edwardian, but I think it can also be enjoyed in normal play.

The decoration is minimal, so feel free to edit it however you like and have fun.

Residential 38　Community 40　Empty ８

Please download the carriage from below.

@barnacleboots

Two-Horse Carriage conversion

The new carriage is here too.(I'll advertise it)

@danjaley

Schoolbus Default and Driveable Wagon

Car Default Replacements

❖World (It remains "Sunset Valley Empty" because it has not been renamed.)

❖Save files

❖CC (Please be sure to download the "patterns" in the folder via the launcher.)

❖Store Content (You probably already have many of these. Use only what you don't have.) ⚠ If the store items you own are not reflected, try this.

※Sorry. To ensure a reliable download, they are separated.

Required

Every hilltop amusement park needs a boardwalk rollercoaster.

All EPs except ITF

Requires Sunlit Tides, Monte Vista, Midnight Hollow, Aurora Skies,Dragon Valley, and Roaring Heights.

You need a rabbithole rug.(Bookstore, Theater, Spa, Diner，Business ,Chemistry)If you don't have the same one, replace it with what you have.

Thanks

Thank you for your kind words and advice, and for downloading and playing the town.@samkat10423

Long test play@ayaka-nonno

@nornities was kind enough to answer my beginner's questions.

And, even though you're busy, @yorithesims checked the final folder.

@blamseastore for converting and providing us with store content

CC Credit notation

Mutske, Around the Sims3, LunaSimsLulamai, mammut, armiel, Lisen801, LilyOfTheValley, MARTA'S SIMSBOOK, omedapixel, Cyclonesue, Awesims, Mspoodle, douglasveiga Thank you for the wonderful CC.

And especially a huge thanks to Sookielee at Custom Sims 3 for making the Sunset Valley CAW files available.

Anyway, some simmers, including @enjoji101, were concerned and encouraged me. And they asked me to share this town. I originally created this world for myself, but if there is even one simmer who is interested in this town and wants to play, I would be very honored and grateful. And I would like to make that wish come true. Thank you very much. I love you all.

※If you have any questions, please send me a message. (I would appreciate it if you could speak simple English. )

Have a smashing time! 

@pis3update @sssvitlanz @kpccfinds

[nouearth]

autumn reminders.

bruce wayne x male reader.

summary: in the start of autumn, you surprise bruce with lunch because he hasn't been taking care of himself.

wc: 1.3k. warnings: fluff, kinda angst(?), comfort! fic, established relationship, mentions of food, bruce is overworked, he's also horny, worried!reader, touchy!bruce, husband!bruce.

a/n: a short little one-shot because i miss writing for bruce! and autumn is finally here, so i can finally wear my sweaters!! idk, i feel bad for not updating as much, and i also didn't want to only update with smut, lol. but i hope you guys enjoy it! <3 maybe i'll write something about pumpkin spice coffee soon!

the building absorbed the heavy clacks of your suede oxfords as you ambled along the halls. tall windows lined by your side, illuminating you in the afternoon with every step, and occasionally, you’d pause to snap a photo at the autumn vista. it was approaching quick: the cooler weather, the stronger gales, and the changing leaves. while you loved the season most for bringing out your sweaters and coats—most importantly, the autumn season brought in curated festivals, decoration, and your favorite: the autumn menu.

“oh—mister wayne, do you need help with that?” an employee was quick to turn on his heel as you passed by him, but he caught in in four steps, wide-eyed when you turned at the sound of his voice.

“no, it’s all right! figured this would be my punishment for skipping out arm-day!” though you struggled maintaining the weight of several paper bags in your arms and two coffee cups, a smile of assurance and a thumbs up, barely visible in between the grasp of the cup and the height of the bags, reluctantly sent the employee on his way to his duties.

the smile on your face was radiant, much more than a few seconds ago. it’s been almost a year, but it hasn’t gotten old yet—being called mister wayne.

it only took a few more minutes, a fresh bruise to the elbow when you bumped into a wall, and then a scare when you almost dropped your coffee before you were at bruce’s door. before you could put the bags and cups down to open it, it flew open with a confident swing and you jolted from the gentle ambush, hugging the paper bags closer to your body to still the weight.

“why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” the ache in your arms was immediately relieved once you stepped inside bruce’s office, the latter taking a bag for himself and setting it on his coffee table after locking the door closed.

“were you watching the security cameras again?” you followed, setting the other bag next to it, as well as the two coffee cups before then stretching your arms above your head, a pleasurable groan kicking a strum from your throat.

“well, yes—wanted to see if you could make it up here without getting lost.” bruce chuckled, reaching out to firmly squeeze your tense shoulders twice. “but the secretary also told me you were heading up.” you groaned again, at the confession and the aggressive touch, playfully flicking his hands away while you were bent over to disperse the takeout from the paper bags. but bruce persisted with a firmer grasp, massaging your shoulders when he lined behind your figure. 

“you’re kidding! she promised me she wouldn’t!“ the rigid touch of bruce’s hands eventually wandered off into gentle squeezes to your sides, waist, and bottom. your chest rose for a deep inhale, glancing at the locked door as you stood straight again, and then deflated, exhaling, when a single hand found its home on your stomach, warm and heavy on the layers of clothing, only to escape when it took slow dive to the compress of your belt, nudging the sturdy leather with his fingertips.

there was a sudden weight on your left shoulder. he hooked his chin over the narrow muscle to peek over at his hands fiddling with the leather strap, kissing your neck in midst of the fidgeting. “shouldn’t have bought you this—it was easier when you had that cheaper belt.”

“I knew you’d come around to the idea of second-hand clothing!” the surge of veins in your neck as you laughed vibrated against his lips, and bruce joined you in quiet chuckles, his arms holding you tight when he finally unbuckled your belt.

there was a satisfied sound from bruce, sinking into your skin as he continued on kissing your neck, when he removed your belt, and as much as you wanted your husband right now, the ache down south aiding this frustration as it demanded you to ignore the smell of the cooling takeout, your stomach grumbled when the aroma of the sandwiches was resolute and stung your nostrils. the smell of deli meat unfurled in the air to claim its next victim, and the sound of bruce’s stomach groused after.

“lunch first.” you rolled your head back into his shoulders, matching his doting gaze with a smile as you admired his looks for the nth time since you’ve met him. “year is ending soon, so i know you have a lot of late meetings to attend to.”

bruce’s slicked-back hair revealed more of the fine wrinkles on his forehead and emphasized the sharpness of his features. you were embarrassed to admit that upon first meeting him, you were too intimidated by his presence to revel in his beauty like everyone else did. even when you’ve gotten to know him, it had always been his story that had stoned you by his side.

“i know, i’m sorry. I’ll try to come home early, but i can’t promise that.”

now that you’ve read every chapter of his life up to this point, you could finally take the time to appreciate how handsome he was. beyond surface level features, you could allude every small detail on his face to the novel of bruce wayne, down to every page, because you were a part of his life now. your hand cupped his cheek as your thumb laved over his eye-bags, tender in its warm stride. bruce hummed, leaning into your palm and watching you silently as seconds went by.

“don’t apologize! i’ll visit you when you have time, yeah? don’t overwork yourself too. alfred’s been nagging at me to bring you meals, so consider this part of your daily routine now! and you’ve been skipping out on dinner because of—”

it was like he knew what you were about to say, about his double-life as a vigilante. your gaze grew concerning. he had noted how your brows knitted together when you were reluctant to say something, when something had been bothering you. 

when the words caught in your throat, bruce seized the opportunity to kiss your worries away instead. it made him feel better—knew it made you feel better—even if it was temporarily, and he pressed harder into your lips, kissing every corner of flesh until his own worries regarding your safety had briefly perished.

bruce was never good with his words.

he pulled away with a delighted sigh, leaning his forehead onto yours once he turned you back around, and his palms immediately found themselves warming your flushed cheeks. "i'll be okay."

but he was willing to try, for you.

"i have no doubts about that. i just need you to be extra, extra okay." the image of a bloodied bruce months ago still haunted you in your wake, but it only took a gentle press of bruce's palms to reel you back into the haven of his arms.

bruce laughed, and upon noticing that it only raised another level of fret within you, a deeper ribbon threading your eyebrows closer, he pressed the tip of his nose to yours like he did the very first time he held you, and kissed your lips again.

"i'll be extra, extra, extra okay." he assured with your tired murmurs, and you sighed into them as if they were a lullaby, sinking into his arms completely.

your lips danced with his in a slow and calming waltz, and you shuddered when the breeze from the acceleration of your pulse surged though your chest. bruce held you closer to his body, pressing the swell of your heart to his own and puzzling every individual beat until they fused as one, pulsated into one another.

“so, sandwiches, huh? does alfred know that i’m eating terrible? something that isn't from his own hands?"

“not if you tell him, asshole.”

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

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Law's End: Murder at Vista Heights chapter 2

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Murder at Vista Heights Chapter 2

Series: Law’s End

Episode 1: Murder at Vista Heights

Fandom: The Royal Romance (loosely, there’s not much canon in here).

Pairings: None yet

Word Count: 2,622

Rating: MA

Warnings for series: adult themes, any given chapter may contain murder, violence, language, drinking, drug use, etc.

My other stuff can be found on my main blog @angelasscribbles here is the Master List.

They pulled up in front of a row of buildings. Walker and Son Investigations sat near the middle of the block; the name emblazoned on a plate glass window that overlooked the street. A dry cleaner on one side, a coffee shop on the other.

“Can you believe I found parking on the street?” Riley gloated as she parked the Tahoe at the curb.

“I’m pretty sure this is tow away zone, Riley…”

“It’s fine, we won’t be in there that long!”

Max heaved a long-suffering sigh, knowing from experience it was fruitless to argue with her when she was hot on the trail of a story. She became focused to the point of being obsessed, stubborn, pigheaded, and bossy.

Not that he didn’t like the bossy part.

She also became excited, exhilarated, and spontaneous. Her eyes sparkled and her enthusiasm was contagious. Despite the abuse and neglect of his precious Estelle, he enjoyed her single-minded determination very much. His adventures with her were worth the risks to his car.

A dark-haired woman looked up from her desk when the bell tinkled as they entered the tiny office. “Welcome to Walker and Son Investigations, how may I help you today?”

Max peered around Riley, “Hey, Savannah!”

“Oh, hi Max!” her face lit up in recognition, “What are you doing here today? Who’s your friend?”

“This is Riley. We’re looking for Drake. Is he in?” Max’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the other three desks in the room, all empty.  

“Yeah, he’s in the back, moving boxes of files into storage,” She lifted her head and raised her voice, “Drake!”

It took a minute but a man appeared from the hallway at the back of the office, “Do you really have to scream like that? You could have just-Oh! Shit, sorry! Didn’t realize we had company!” He wiped his hands quickly on his pants to get rid of the dust and extended one toward Riley, “Drake Walker, PI, at your service! And you are?”

Riley shook his hand as she took in his appearance. He looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties, tall, broad-shouldered, definitely worked out, with chestnut hair that hung just below his ears. His eyes were the color of golf-flecked copper as they bore into her, and his touch sent electricity jolting down her arm. She certainly wouldn’t kick him out of her bed.

“Riley Brooks, I was hoping I could ask you a few questions.”

“Sure,” he grinned at her as he motioned to his desk, “Have a seat. So, what do you need?” He asked as he settled into his chair across the desk from her and Max, “Cheating husband? Lost dog? Background check on a new boyfriend?”

“No, nothing like that,” she laughed.

He leaned forward with a smirk, “So you’re single?”

“I am. Why do you ask?”

“I find it hard to believe that a woman with your…” his eyes dipped down her body and back up, “attributes is single.”

She rewarded him with a coy smile, “I could say the same about you.”

“Maybe we could discuss it over dinner sometime?”

The grin on Riley’s face broadened but Max leaned forward, clearing his throat, “Yeah, she’s too focused on her career for serious dating. Could we get back to the subject?”

Drake barely glanced at Max before asking Riley, “What’s the subject?”

“What do you know about Katie Sloan?”

Drake turned his head to give Max a suspicious look before returning his gaze to Riley, “Who’s that?”

“The wife of Sloane Enterprises CEO, William Sloan.”

Shooting an accusing glare at Max, Drake snapped, “What makes you think I would know anything about her?”

“Because you had me follow her!” Max blurted out.

This time the look Drake gave him was murderous, “Have you ever heard of client confidentiality Beaumont? What the fuck?”

“I….” Max’s shifted nervously in his seat, “Not really…”

“Well, if I did pay you to follow someone, then you’re bound by the same standards I am with regard to client privacy!”

“No one told me that!” Max gulped.

“Savannah!” Drake bellowed at his sister.

“What? I was rushed that day; I didn’t get a chance to cover everything. I sent him home with some paperwork.”

Drake heaved a long-suffering sigh as he muttered under his breath about being surrounded by incompetence before snapping at Max, “Did you read it?”

“No…” Max admitted, “It seemed pretty boring.”

Drake shook his head as he looked up at the ceiling as if asking God himself for guidance. After several deep breaths, he returned his attention to Riley, “Why are you asking questions about Katie Sloan?”

“Because Max photographed her with Trenton Hayes.”

“So?”

“So he’s dead. Someone just shot him.”

Drake froze for a moment, his face expressionless as he gazed at her. “That’s unfortunate for him, but I don’t know anything about it. What did you say you do for a living? You’re not a cop.”

“How do you know that?”

“I know. Now who are you really and why are asking so many questions about a homicide?”

“I’m an investigative journalist.”

“You’re a reporter?”

“Investigative journalist and true crime author.” She corrected him.

“Anything I’ve read?”

“I don’t know. Do you read true crime?”

“Not really.”

“Then I’m guessing not.”

“Well, Miss Brooks, sorry I couldn’t help you, but even if I theoretically hired Beaumont here to follow this Katie Sloan, I couldn’t tell you.” Drake pushed away from the desk and stood up.

Riley stood, but made no move to leave, “If you theoretically did hire him for that, what might be a theoretical reason?”

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.”

“What’s the harm in playing a game of theoreticals?”

“Nice try but I wouldn’t stay in business very long if I went around-“

“I’ll go to dinner with you!”

Drake froze again, “What?”

Max also froze, “What?”

Ignoring Max, she took a step closer to Drake, reaching out and adjusting the collar of his shirt, “I said, if you’ll indulge me in a game of theoreticals for a moment, I’ll go to dinner with you.”

“I….” Drake stood unmoving with his arms crossed over his chest as he fought an internal battle. He already knew what his father would say. And Savannah would probably rat him out if he did it.

Still. The girl was hot.

Max shook his head, “No, Riley, you don’t have to-“

“Shut the fuck up, Beaumont!” Drake finally moved as one hand shot out to strike Max in the chest. Eyes locked on the brunette bombshell in front of him, he licked his lips and then agreed, “Okay, but everything I say is just theoretical, right?”

 “Of course!” Riley fluttered her eyelashes for added effect then asked, “If you were theoretically following Katie Sloan, what would be the theoretical reason?”

“I can’t speculate on something like that, but I can tell you that the most common reason anyone hires a private detective is to catch a cheating spouse.”

“So, William Sloan thinks his wife is cheating on him?”

Drake shrugged, “Theoretically if he hired a PI, that might be why.”

Riley’s eyes widened, her head swiveling between Drake and Max, “Was she cheating with Trent? Because that would be motive!”

Drake held his arms up in front of him, “Whoa now! Don’t be jumping to conclusions! We have no proof of any cheating! And I’ll tell you this because it’s a matter of public record, but if you say the information came from me, I’ll deny it….” He leaned forward and lowered his voice even though they were the only ones in the office, other than his sister who sat watching the whole exchange with amused disbelief, “Trent Hayes and Katie Sloan used to be engaged.”

Riley’s eyes widened, “Oohhh, an ex-fiancée! That’s interesting! Why’d they break up?”

“You’re an investigative journalist, look it up. Shouldn’t be hard to find. She was a fucking heiress before she married the rich guy.”

“Right. So, society pages. Max-“

“Already on it!” He told her as his fingers flew over the keyboard of his smartphone, “Katie Vanderhilt, college graduation…..engagement announcement….inherits grandmother’s fortune….second engagement announcement….wedding to William Sloan….ah, here we go….the gossip page! Hmmm…..just an article saying she suddenly dumped Trent and went on a cruise….no reason given….speculation was that once she inherited all that money, she knew she could catch a bigger fish. Sorry, dead end.”

Riley turned her attention back to Drake, “Is there anything else that I should theoretically know?”

“Can’t think of anything,” he gave her a scorching look, “but if I come up with anything else, we can discuss it over dinner.”

“Absolutely!”

“Tonight at seven?”

“Sorry, can’t tonight.”

“Hey, we had a deal!”

“Yes, and I fully intend to live up to it, just not tonight. Here,” she handed him her card, “call me later and we’ll get it set up! Come on, Max, let’s go!”

“But-“ by the time he glanced up from the card, Riley and Max were already out the front door.

“Dad is going to eviscerate you,” Savannah told him gleefully.

“You could just not tell him…”

“In exchange for what?”

Drake’s head fell back with a sigh, “I’m not letting you drive my car, Sav!”

“Just for one night! It’s my high school reunion! Besides, if I tell Dad what you just did-“

“Fine! One night! But I swear to God, Sav if there’s one scratch on it when I get her back-“

“Oh, cool your jets, I know how to drive,” she turned her head to the plate glass window, “Your new girlfriend just talked her way out of a parking ticket.” 

“Did she now?”

“She did. And she’s parked in a tow-away zone too! You’re going to have to be careful with that one. I’m not sure you can handle her.”

“Shut up, Sav.”

Outside on the pavement, Riley climbed back into the driver’s seat of Max’s Tahoe, “See? I told you it wouldn’t get towed!”

Max shook his head ruefully, “Yeah, well, if that had been me talking to that cop, I would have gotten a ticket and gotten towed! I got to hand it to you….you always seem to get your way.”

“It’s a gift!” She laughed as she threw the car in gear and pulled out into traffic.

“Are you really going to go to dinner with Drake?”

“What?” She glanced at him and then back at the road, “Yeah, why not?”

“I don’t know….he doesn’t seem like your type.”

“Trust me, he’s my type! Besides, a deal is a deal!”

 “I guess,” Max thunked back against the seat with a heavy sigh, “Where are we going now?”

“Seventh precinct!”

“Why?”

“Because we have to tell Liam that William Sloan has a motive for murder!”

“Is that the only reason?”

“I mean….if we happen to stumble across some more information about the case while we’re there then so be it!”

“That’s more like it!” He grinned, his good mood returning at the promise of further adventure.

Built in the early 1900s, the seventh precinct stationhouse took up most of the city block that it sat on. Three stories above ground and two below, the many renovations it had endured over the years made it a labyrinth of hallways, stairwells, and a sometimes confusing mix of old architecture and new. The homicide division was located in a warren of offices on the second floor.

“I need to speak to Detective Rys, I have some information regarding a murder,” Riley told the desk sergeant as they entered the building.

“Second floor,” The officer waved his hand in the general direction of the one lone elevator.

“Thanks!” Riley chirped as she grabbed Max’s hand and drug him away from the elevator and toward the stairwell. Lowering her voice, she told him, “I don’t trust that thing! It creaks, groans, and shakes like it’s hanging on by a thread!”

“Yeah,” Max agreed with a backward glance at it as he allowed himself to be pulled up the stairs, “It probably hasn’t been inspected or maintained in a hundred years!”

“That would be a violation of the fire code,” Riley quipped, “How ironic since the 112 is right across the street!”

“Yeah, well…”

They exited the top of the stairs, made their way down a long hallway, took a right about two-thirds of the way down, and found themselves in a large, open area filled with desks, filing cabinets, and a few scattered couches. The wall to their left was covered from left to right in giant casement windows. Directly across from them were doors to private offices and to their right a myriad of doorways and hallways lead off to places unknown. A water cooler gurgled in the corner.

“Can I help you?” A tall, pretty redhead asked them.

Riley adopted her best professional stance, radiating that she had every right to be there as she replied, “Yes, I’m looking for Detective Rys. Have you seen him?”

“He’s around here somewhere, that’s his desk,” she pointed to one close to the windows, “I’m sure he’ll be with you in a moment. I’m Lilith,” she offered her hand.

Riley took it, “Nice to meet you, Lilith! I’m Riley. Are you a homicide detective?”

“No, just a sketch artist,” she smiled.

“Oh? Are you working on the Hayes case?”

“Miss Nevrakis!” a voice called across the room.

“Oh, that’s me, gotta go!” Lilith gave her an apologetic smile as she scurried over to a desk near the water cooler to talk to the man who had called her name and a nervous-looking woman standing next to him.

“Hey! That’s Liam’s boss!” Riley squeezed Max’s arm, “Aren’t you two related? Go see if you can get any information out of him!”

“I don’t think so, Riley. He doesn’t really like me….”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, something about our family’s money being tainted and me taking it.”

“He doesn’t take any? No trust fund? Nothing?”

“Nope. Can’t you tell?”

She cocked her head to one side taking in the off-the-rack suit and shoes that had probably come from Mervyn’s or Sears. Bertrand Beaumont looked like every other police detective in the department. Eschewing the Beaumont money, he had risen to head of homicide on his own merits. A good twenty years older than Maxwell, he viewed his young cousin as irresponsible, frivolous, and entitled.

“Okay, fine. But that’s a little judgy. Not taking the money won’t wind back time and fix what your great-grandfather did.”

“That’s what I said!” People fell into two broad categories when they found out he was a Beaumont. They either judged him on his family’s history of having built its fortune from organized crime, or they wanted to use him for his money and family connections. Riley fell into neither of those categories. It was just another reason that he liked her.

“What are you two doing here?” Liam’s voice was so close behind her that she jumped.

Whirling to face him, Riley answered, “Looking for you!”

“I already told you that I’m not giving out confidential case information, Riley.”

“Well, then it’s lucky for you that I’m here to help you!”

“You’re here to help me?” Liam scoffed, “How?”

“I know someone that might have a motive for killing Trenton Hayes.”

Liam’s mouth fell open, “How the hell did you already find out the name of the vic? We haven’t issued any-“

“Detective Rys!” Bertrand’s voice boomed out as he strode across the room, clearly seething.

Confusion spilled across Liam’s features, “Yes sir?”

Bertrand waved a page from a sketchbook in the air, “Do you want to tell me why the main suspect in your murder case looks exactly like your brother?”

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Elmwood Heights

Hello Simmers, welcome to the Elmwood Heights. A 4 bedroom family residence in Del Sol Valley.

This property is the pinnacle of luxury living, offering breathtaking city, canyon, and mountain vistas. Nestled at the end of a long private drive, this home ensures maximum privacy and prime security with cameras and a gated entrance. Upon arrival, you're greeted by a lavish motor court leading to timeless modern architecture. Outdoor amenities include a wrap around pool, lush gardens, natural ponds, an outdoor living and kitchen area with a fire pit. This compound exudes never before seen opulence. Inside this substantial two-story gem, you'll find 4 bedrooms, 2 and a half bathrooms, office, bar, spacious pantry and state of the art garage. Featured within this modern masterpiece, includes, a gourmet kitchen, and an interior courtyard. The decadent pool feature coupled with the fire pit, compliment the majestic panoramic views and achieve the luxurious atmosphere. This hilltop property is a breathtaking private oasis offering the ultimate luxury lifestyle of elegance and solitude to raise your family in.

Please note almost everything is CC and the items were not created by me! Laundry day (Washing machine, dryer, hamper) Spa Day (yoga mats) required for function.

Please do support and directly download from all the creators mentioned! I have attached the CC folders too for convenience.

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INSTRUCTIONS

Please directly move all the files in CC zip folder to your Mods folder.

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Note-  I have placed this down in Del Sol Valley 64x64 lot (2.2mill)

Thank you once again to all CC creators!

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Are you ready for some Kitchen Island Ideas? Tap into the heart of your home

Have you noticed while heading over to dinner or a cocktail party at a friend’s you find yourself falling into a case of kitchen envy? I think we’ve all been there at some point! So, you find yourself scrolling through Pinterest, design magazines and perhaps even looking at local contractors.

But maybe there’s something that keeps you from taking the next step and saying yes to that kitchen renovation. Did you know that the kitchen is considered the heart of your home? So, it would make sense that we are very careful with our home’s heart. If you're thinking bigger, like a complete room addition in Los Angeles, now might be the perfect time to start transforming your space.

Here are some kitchen island ideas that will make the heart of your home skip a beat…let your kitchen remodel flow with ease.

1. Natural wood accents meet that clean chrome. A modern yet classic kitchen island design idea.

Imagine how it would feel to have this beautiful kitchen design in your home. Can you see your friends and family filling the matching wood chrome and leather bar stools? The clean-lined fronts of the kitchen cabinetry and the kitchen island add a next-level style to this overall design.

2. Teak and sleek! This kitchen island idea showcases a bright and open flow.

Notice: how the pulls on the kitchen cabine try match the accents of the kitchen island stools. The clean lines of the white kitchen countertop against the white titles, and the balance created by the lighter wood flooring choice…so elegant!

3. Red and loving it! Feeling the style…this kitchen island idea accented by a pop of color.

Here’s a great renovation tip. When it comes to your kitchen remodel you can create a huge wow factor by adding colorful accents. Inside this LA kitchen, you see how the pop of red that surrounds this two-toned kitchen island up-levels the playfulness of the design. A smart and timeless approach when you want to add a little bit more fun to your kitchen design.

4. Dark woods accents, exposed beams and wine! Elegant and perfect for a wine lover

Build, design, and dream. When it comes to this kitchen island it’s about the little details. Notice the metal accents and, of course, who could overlook this gorgeous built-in chrome wine cooler. This kitchen design would certainly be a great remedy for that pesky kitchen envy. For homeowners in the area, home remodeling in West Adams can be the solution to revamping your space with thoughtful design.

[jnselfshipping]

✧Imagine travelling (with your F/O)✧

「All the things we see, all the things we pass by - yet still, you are the most beautiful thing in my humble eyes」

✧ Their fluffiest jackets lying in a heap at the bottom of the suitcase

✧ Disputes over the custody of a hoodie

✧ The new album in your camera roll full of pre-departure selfies, from trying out matching outfits in front of the mirror

✧ Collaborating on a spotify playlist - until unreasonable hours at night

✧ Sloppy, lazy kisses at 4am on the day of departure

✧ Their small groans and profanities as you navigate the road to the airport together

✧ The way they fret over the security checks, the plane tickets and the luggage until you plant a kiss on their cheek

✧ Their shoulder, sturdy and perfect for leaning on, no matter its relative height to your head, as you wait for the plane

✧ Them whipping out an item you needed but thought you didn't bring

✧ Watching their face light up with wonder at various views

✧ Then, watch them look back at you, seeing their eyes sparkle - and realising that you are still the most beautiful vista they've ever seen.

[laurademelza]

The Picturesque Legacy Challenge

Just brainstormed an outline for a legacy challenge based on 10 significant Western art movements. Hopefully this will be fun and also motivate me to finish my easel painting default replacements. Sharing in case someone else will want to play along too :)

Each generation's guidelines/suggestions below

Surname: Peynter

I plan to have each generation be in a new world but using the total net worth of previous generation to build a new house in the new world. Could easily be adapted for playing in just one world though.

Traits are 3 fixed + 2 random/choice traits. Each heir must max painting skill and have 1 (and only 1) trait that influences paintings (these traits are bolded and underlined below)

Final house hopefully would have at least 1 painting from each generation.

Gen 1 - Medieval Art

World: Dragon Valley LTW: Family Extra Challenge: Only make money from painting despite hating it Traits: Can't Stand Art, Frugal, Family Oriented

Gen 2 - Renaissance Art

World: Monte Vista LTW: Descendent of Da Vinci or Renaissance Sim Extra challenge: Befriend a wealthy sim and steal from their house Traits: Genius, Kleptomaniac, No Sense of Humour

Gen 3 - Baroque Art

World: Praaven LTW: Explorer Extra challenge: Paint a landscape from each travel world Traits: Adventurous, Mean-spirited, Virtuoso

Gen 4 - Symbolism

World: Midnight Hollow LTW: Supernatural Extra challenge: Have children with 2 different Supernatural sims Traits: Grumpy, Supernatural Fan, Commitment Issues

Gen 5 - Impressionism

World: Hidden Springs LTW: Gardening/Outdoors Extra Challenge: Science career + no gardening or art until adulthood, with switch to no career + gardening and art (inspired by the impressionists and post impressionists who often had middle class professions) Traits: Unflirty, Loves the Outdoors, Coward (this will be the "traitless" painting generation)

Gen 6 - Post Impressionism

World: Zavoti/Sunlit Tides (inspired by Gauguin in Tahiti) LTW: Artistic Extra Challenge: Start again with no money and don't let bank account exceed $1000 at any one time (spend money immediately) Traits: Loser, Dramatic, Artistic

Gen 7 - Art Deco

World: Roaring Heights LTW: Fortune Extra Challenge: Ruin/end all relationships after attaining LTW Traits: Social Butterfly, Evil, Workaholic

Gen 8 - Surrealism

World: Entworld or Lunar Lakes LTW: Psychic Extra Challenge: Have alien baby Traits: Insane, Avant Garde, Excitable

Gen 9 - Modernism

World: Aurora Skies LTW: Romance Extra Challenge: Not caught cheating on spouse Traits: Flirty, Snob, Neurotic

Gen 10 - Abstract Expressionism

World: Lucky Palms LTW: Street Artist Extra challenge: Have heir unexpectedly die as young adult (sadly inspired by the fate of many 20th century artists) Traits: Computer Whiz, Slob, Unlucky

[candycryptids]

Got tagged a *while* ago by @fairygodpiggy for this fun challenge- "What's your Favorite Spot/Vista in each Expansion?"

A Realm Reborn: 📍 Upper La Noscea, Wanderer's Palace [With Levraut]

Heavensward: 📍 Azys Lla, Quarantine Block [Chuu + Tuesday]

Stormblood: 📍 The Azim Steppe, Reunion (or, y'know, right outside of Reunion-) [Khorloo and Yol]

Shadowbringers: 📍 The Tempest, Achora Heights [Ishi'li, and Feo Ul]

Endwalker: 📍 Radz-at-Han, Mehryde's Meyhane [Mochiie, and Aysel+Aybora, who belong to @ser-corviknight]

Dawntrail: 📍 Urqopacha, Panaqpelu Retreat [Tangy + Wuk Lamat]

I won't be tagging anybody personally BUT ! If you feel inspired to take on this challenge (It *IS* very fun!) feel free to tag me so I also see it /)v(\