#Winds of Kismet

[figueroths]

odds on kristen just ribbon dancing the ship to ground safely???

[nathanbatemanfucker]

summary: they’re always drawn to each other, no matter how much they resist. its kismet— the Bee and the Bear.

pairing: carmy berzatto x f!reader (Bee)

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, friends to strangersish to lovers, angst/fluff/smut, references to drug addictions/mental illness/suicide, grief, smoking, lots of food mention, alcohol mention (more warnings as they come up!)

current wc: 7.5k

an: the bear has taken over my life. im living and loving and laughing the bear, it is a sickness that can’t be tamed. this is really self indulgent and ive been having such a good writing it so whoever reads thank you ily so bad.

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MAIN STORY:

Chapter 1: And Then There Were 4

Chapter 2: Back in the Beef

Chapter 3: Like a Bear to a Hive

Chapter 4: Like a Bee to Nectar

Chapter 5: To be Bitten and Stung

Chapter 6: 666 North Orleans Street

Chapter 7: Leaving Emerald in the Wind*

Chapter 8: Let it Rip

Chapter 9: The Stubborn Bee

Chapter 10: Sweet, Sweet Honey*

[csuitebitches]

A Brief Guide to Yachts

This is a continuation to my cultural education segment (aka my rich bitch guide).

The yacht is an invention of the 14th century Dutch. The Dutch used small, fast boats for chasing smugglers, pirates and criminals. Rich ship owners and merchants began using these small “jaghts” to sail out to celebrate their returning merchant ships.

The first yacht club in the world, called the Cork Water Club, was established in Ireland in 1720.

Some famous clubs include:

USA:

1. Annapolis Yacht Club: Surrounding the Spa Creek Bridge in Annapolis, the Club boasts over 75 wet slips and dry dockage. The club began in 1886 as an informal canoe club, and today has 1600 regular members active in social, racing, and cruising programs

2. Chicago Yacht Club: Founded in 1875, Chicago Yacht Club is one of the oldest and most respected yacht clubs in the world. The Club is home to more than 1,400 members, including a winning America’s Cup skipper, and Olympic medalists.

Italy:

1. Circolo Canottieri Aniene

2. Circolo degli Esteri

3. Compagnia della Vela

Canada:

1. Royal Canadian Yacht Club

2. Royal Vancouver Yacht Club

Yachts are most active in the summer months (May- August in the northern hemisphere) or the winter months. many yacht owners decide to keep the maximum number of guests onboard to 12 (plus crew) for chartering.

Different types of yachts:

Sailing Yacht: a yacht mainly propelled via wind and sails

Motor Yacht: a yacht propelled via one or more motors

Gulet Yacht: a hybrid yacht with both sails and motors

Open Yacht, Cruiser, Cabin Cruiser, Express Cruiser: an otherwise uncategorized standard yacht for cruising and entertaining

Luxury Yacht: a yacht that includes high-end finishes and features and the latest in modern performance technology. The term ‘luxury’ can precede any type of yacht, i.e. “luxury motor yacht”, “luxury sailing yacht”, etc.

Sports Yacht: a yacht geared towards fishing, water sports, or cruising with a sleeker design and more powerful motor for faster cruising speeds.

Catamaran Yacht: a yacht with two hulls (pontoons) often made of fiberglass that can be used in shallow waters.

The most popular destinations:

1. Monaco

2. The French Riviera

3. Greece

4. U.S. Virgin Islands

5. Palm Beach, Florida

6. Costa Smeralda, Italy

7. St. George’s Parish, Bermuda 

8. Newport, Rhode Island 

9. Nantucket, Massachusetts

10. Greater Victoria, Vancouver Island

Insane super yachts

Football club owner Shahid Khan's 95 metre Lürssen Kismet was delivered in 2014. On match days, a four-metre silver statue of a jaguar, its paw resting on a football helmet, graces the bow. Elsewhere, its sizeable foredeck has enough space for Khan's beloved football team, the Jacksonville Jaguars, to stage a practice.

The 70 metre Feadship superyacht Joy features a deck that's wide enough to enjoy a tandem jog around. This yacht is all about exterior living, which includes making use of these ample decks with some great sporting facilities. A basketball and badminton court is set all the way forward on the owner's deck. This is complemented by her large gym and dedicated spa. All of this adds up to make Joy an ideal choice for those interested in a yacht with ample fitness, wellness and sporting amenities.

[mirrorsmoonlight]

☆彡 kismet ˳༄꠶

˳༄꠶ pairing: botw!link x gn!reader

˳༄꠶ summary: his objective of saving the princess is arriving too soon, making him wish time could freeze so he could stay with you forever.

it was rare to see the princess’s knight defeated and cornered by the various beasts roaming around the plains of hyrule. hell it wasn’t even possible to catch him off guard before he was put to slumber. ‘guess he’s been getting rusty,’ your hair bounced as you sprinted towards where you heard his grunt of pain, adrenaline traveling all the way to the tips of your toes.

the moblins face crinkled in displeasure when they smelt the scent of an unwanted presence - upset at the distraction from what was going to be a big piece of meat roasting on their fire.

but you barely missed a beat in the slaughtering of the moblins, smiling triumphantly as you collected the remains as they became nothing but purple dust.

once next to him your arms guided him so his scarred face was smushed up against your shoulder. the support allowed you to rummage through the inventory for an elixir. once acquired, you held the glass up to his lips allowing the medicated liquid to seep down this throat.

“looks like the savior needed his own savior,” as the wind blew across your face it masked the warmness of your breath, but it didn’t stop the fluttering of his eyes.

“hey,” your hand cupped the side of his face to bring his gaze towards yours, “what was that all about?”

“got caught off guard,” the scratchiness of his voice made you wince.

“mhm i figured,” you looked at him gently as you carded your fingers through his hair, “but how?”

you felt him grip the soft fabric of your tunic as he held eye contact; the blue pools of his eyes glistening as the sunlight shone across his face. “was worried about you.”

“so you let yourself almost become dinner for a group of moblins?” the sarcasm in your voice watered down your concern although he still saw it in your eyes. but all he could do was smiled bashfully. “well at least i know how much you care about me.”

“now come on, it’s getting dark and i’m not too fond of fighting off more monsters before making a camp.” your hand wrapped around his waist as you held him to your side, not missing how his head fell back onto your shoulder.

┆彡

despite the bits of ache in his bones, the heat being put off by the fire and the spice accumulating in his mouth from the meat curry left him feeling light on his feet. too light that he didn’t even realize that his gaze was caught up in the orange hue of your face.

“got something on your mind?” you looked at him intently with a grin, enjoying the warmth of the moment.

at first he disregarded your comment with a slight shake to his head. but then slowly redirecting his gaze to you, drawing out his words. “i just wish things didn’t have to change.”

you furrowed your brows at his sappiness, a turn in his playful demeanor, “what’d you mean?”

he let out a sigh, “it’s just…once i defeat ganon and the kingdom is rebuilt what will happen to us?”

you nodded before scooting closer, “hey. if we could make it together through the hebra’s freezing temperatures and the gerudo’s dying heat i’m sure we can make it through whatever else comes to us.”

a smile picked up from the corner of his mouth as he chuckled, a glazed look to his eyes as he reminisced of your travels. “yeah, that and the korok trials were probably worse than what’ll happen after i slaughter that ugly beast.”

your hand grasped his shoulder to pull him to rest his head on you, leaving a peck on his forehead to put the both of you at ease. but not before leaving one last teasing remark, “plus i would say your cooking is what you need to worry about.”

he looked at you offendedly before lightly pushing your shoulder. “okay! kidding kidding, come here sweetheart,” you pulled him back against you but couldn’t hide how your lips pulled into a smile. and all he could do is nuzzle into your chest to hide his.

weather you’re in your shared house in hateno or in separate rooms of the castle, the ghost of your touch can’t be taken away from him; not like how the ghost of his past was, he wont allow it.

© mirrorsmoonlight. don’t translate or repost any of my works on any platform. dec 23 2023.

[dubljarnasims]

Azure Rhodes

Part of the 6th generation of my legacy, Azure married Somerton Andersen. She had her eye on a house in Windenburg so they moved there...though he's hoping to talk her in to moving to Moonwood Mill someday. No CC included in the download - please see the list and links below.

Partner(s): Somerton Andersen

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Eyepatch - Pralinesims | Dahngrest eyepatch

Pants - Ellone Andreea | Neil pants

Shoes - Magic Bot | Josie boots

Top - Darte77 | Rolled sleeve shirt (suspenders)

Hair/Makeup/Skin Details:

Beard - Igor | The asgardian

Body Hair - Luumia | Body hair v5 plus

Eyebags - Northern Siberia Winds | Eyebags n3

Eyebags - Kismet Sims | Eyebags detail 2

Eyebrows - RemusSirion | Eyebrows n20a untrimmed

Eyelashes - Kijiko | 3D lashes version 3 uncurled

Face Scars - Werewolves + AlisaSour | Face scars

Hair - JohnnySims | Keith

Tattoo - Softpine | Mediocre tats

Tattoo - Unidentifiedsims | Signal fire

Defaults:

Skin - Luumia | Vanilla default skin

Eyes - Pralinesims | Oasis v2 default

Sliders & Presets:

Body - Sunivaa | Male body preset no. 1

Butt - CmarNYC | Enhanced butt slider

Chin - Magic Bot | Default chin slider

Eyebrows - Magic Bot | Default eyebrow slider

Eyebrows - Obscurus | Eyebrow sliders

Eyes - marsosims | Eye size slider

Face - Luumia | Face asymmetry slider

Face - Obscurus | Face presets

Head - Northern Siberia Winds | Male head shape preset n4

Hips - Luumia | Hip shape slider

Lips - Sammi_xox | Dandelion lip presets

Lower Legs - CmarNYC | Enhanced lower legs slider

Mouth - Magic Bot | Default mouth slider

Nose - Magic Bot | Default nose slider

Thighs - CmarNYC | Enhanced thigh slider

🐌 Many thanks to the CC creators! 🐌

@alisasour @darte77 @ellone-andreea @igorstory @johnnysimmer

@kijiko-sims @kismet-sims @luumia @magic-bot @marsosims

@northernsiberiawinds @obscurus-sims @pralinesims @remussirion @sammi-xox

@softpine @sunivaa @unidentifiedsim

[toon-tales]

AN: Hiya, guyssss! How are you? Here it is! Part three of the Feral Branch fic! So, I decided to add some Kismet, but seriously, a blink and you'll miss them, 'cause, I wanted the story to focus on Brozone. But all I could think about is Brozone in front of Kismet, when Hype suddenly asks, "why isn't Branch with you?" and John's all, "we thought he was with you?". Soooo… that's how they creeped in this fic.

Anyway, enjoy!

They walked, and walked, and walked, till Branch assumed Poppy had got them lost. Not that he cared, honestly, he wasn't ready to see them, not yet. Besides, he could easily get them back on track if they did get lost.

Branch's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he trudged alongside his girlfriend, his thoughts cast back to that fateful day when words sharper than thorns had escaped his lips. He remembered the sting in his brothers' eyes, a reflection of the pain he had inflicted with his harsh outburst. The memory was like an old, unhealed wound, and he could almost hear the echo of his own voice, filled with years of pent-up frustration and misunderstanding.

It hurt. So much.

And the years of isolation had done little to dull the memory or ease the guilt that came with it. He had missed out on so much - birthdays, celebrations, simple everyday moments that make up a life. He was a baby when they left, after all. He wondered if his brothers had felt his absence as acutely as he felt theirs. Had they, too, looked back with regret? Or had they moved on, their lives too full of color and song to spare a thought for the brother who they had turned their backs on?

Heck, Bruce had a family. A new one.

He was replaced, forgotten. Simple as that.

He looked up. Poppy's presence was a gentle reminder of the community he had left behind for days, of the connections that had once been as strong as the roots of the Troll Tree. Her unwavering optimism, her belief in the power of forgiveness, it all seemed so simple through her eyes. But for Branch, it was a tangled mess of emotions, a complex melody that he couldn't quite harmonize with.

Yet, as they neared the place where his brothers awaited, something within Branch began to shift. Perhaps it was the way the light filtered through the leaves, casting dancing patterns on the ground, or maybe it was the realization that holding onto anger was a heavier burden than letting it go. He just wished it was easy to forgive and forget.

"You know, Branch," Poppy suddenly said, pulling him out of his thoughts, "if grumpiness were a sport, you'd have all the trophies!"

Branch couldn't help but crack a smile, despite the turmoil within. "And you'd win 'Miss Caretaker' every year," he retorted, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

Poppy beamed, twirling a strand of vibrant pink hair around her finger. "Oh, I don't know about that," she said with a playful wink. "I think I'd have some stiff competition from Biggie. Have you seen how he charms Mr. Dinkles?"

Branch chuckled, the sound mingling with the rustling leaves around them. "True, but at least you don't carry your competition on your shoulder."

The banter continued, light and easy, as they navigated the winding paths. Poppy would occasionally burst into snippets of song, her voice floating up to the canopy above, coaxing a chorus of critters to join in. Branch found himself humming along, the familiar tunes tugging at memories of brighter days.

"Remember when we used to race to the top of the hill?" Poppy asked, a glint of nostalgia in her eyes.

"How could I forget?" Branch replied. "You cheated every time, using your hair to catapult yourself forward."

Poppy gasped in mock offense. "Strategic use of natural resources is not cheating, Branch. It's innovation."

Branch replied sarcastically, "Yeah, sure," rolling his eyes. Their laughter echoed through the forest, a testament to the healing power of time and the tender care of loved ones. With each jest, each shared memory, the distance between Branch and his past seemed to shrink.

And as they approached the clearing where his brothers awaited, the lightness Poppy had infused into the journey helped to ease some of Branch's anxieties.

She smiled as she finally spotted Rhonda, and she squeezed Branch's hand, silently signaling for him to go faster.

Branch looked up, and almost immediately, he closed his eyes and turned his head away, groaning in discomfort. His found family was there too. Why didn't Poppy tell him? But no sooner had he looked up than she was enveloped by a tight hug from her sister. He closed his mouth. He wasn't ready for this.

And the cocktail of worried-relieved faces he received only mounted the stress that has just been soothed.

"Branch!" John Dory and Hype exclaimed in unison, their voices a mix of relief and lingering frustration.

"Where have you been? We've been looking for you everywhere!" Ablaze scolded, though his hands were hovering above Branch's scars.

"I'm fine." A lie, a big one.

At this point, Bruce and Clay were checking him all over, lifting his arms and turning him around as their eyes scanned for any concerning injuries, and thankfully, there was none.

"Let's get inside, man," Floyd urged, his touch feather-light as he tugged at his youngest brother's hand, trying to lead him inside Rhonda.

But Branch grumbled and turned away, taking his arms back from his brother's grip. "I said I'm fine, just some… incidents…"

The two groups exchanged glances, and Hype nodded at John, a silent conversation passing between them in mere seconds.

"Hey, we'll leave you guys now," the glitter troll said, his tone soft, and John smiled faintly.

Trickee seemed to catch on. "We'll come check on you later."

"But-"

"Come on, 'Blaze," Hype insisted, end of discussion. He gave Branch one last reassuring smile before turning back and leaving, his group following suit. Branch's hand twitched a little towards them.

Clay took his other hand, mindful not to cause him any more harm. "Let's go inside, yeah?"

—------------

Branch sat quietly, the flickering light casting shadows over his features as his brothers tended to his wounds. The air was thick with tension, a silent acknowledgment of the years lost and the pain that lingered like stubborn fog.

"You don't have to say anything, Branch," John Dory murmured, his hands steady as he wiped off the dried blood from the youngest's body. "Just let us take care of you for now."

Branch's eyes shifted to John's, a storm of emotions swirling within. "Why now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't want to say this, yet the words just flowed without his permission. "After all these years, why do you care now?" 

Bruce rubbed his temples. He wasn't mad at Branch, he couldn't be. He was mad at himself. "We were young and foolish," he admitted. "We let our anger get the best of us. But we never stopped caring, not for a single day."

Branch chuckled bitterly. "Yeah, right." He looked down at his feet. "You have a family, Bruce. A new one."

And the purple-haired troll had no response to that.

Clay, the now-serious boy, sighed in frustration. "We may not have been there in person, but you were always in our thoughts. Every success, every failure, every moment, we felt it as if we were still together."

"Ask me, he never stopped talking about everyone, especially you." It was Viva, her voice a welcomed cheerfulness against the tense atmosphere.

Branch tried to hide his smile.

The tension in the room broke like a bubble as Bruce's hands, perhaps still unaccustomed to the delicate task of tending wounds, fumbled with the antiseptic bottle. It tipped, teetered, then toppled, sending a splash across the floor. The moment was so simple, so unexpected, that chuckles and giggles bubbled up uncontrollably from everyone present. It was a sound that's been absent for far too long, a reminder of shared childhoods and simpler times. Branch watched as the droplets scattered like tiny diamonds, catching the light and the absurdity of the situation. And for a moment, they weren't estranged brothers burdened by years of silence; they were just family, united by a clumsy mishap.

"Silly me," Bruce said, willing it to travel across the cramped space.

"Silly you, that's for sure," John teased, his hands stopping mid-bandaging his brother's. "How am I supposed to clean up those wounds now?"

Branch placed his hands back in his lap, his smile still there. "It's alright, John, just bandage them for now."

Poppy watched the interaction with a soft, sincere smile. It was moments like these, where Branch was genuinely smiling, that meant the world to her. Her gaze drifted around the vehicle, taking in the calming presence of everyone present. Branch was sitting on the couch, Floyd next to him and John in front of him, each wrapping an arm with bandages, while Clay sat on the steps of the ladder leading to John's bed, for whatever reason, hanging on the wall, ready to assist if the nursing duo needed anything. Bruce, however, was by the stove, using the limited ingredients he had to make a nutritious meal for Branch, muttering something about him being thin.

And Viva seemed to know what she was thinking. She squeezed her sister's hand, a silent 'let's leave them for now', which the younger girl seemed to understand without a single word said.

"Woah, Poppy, some beautiful flowers I just saw outside," Viva suddenly boomed, grabbing Poppy by her shoulder and eyeing Clay, "let's go pick some, huh, sis?"

The Pop Queen played along, "Great idea, Viva," she said loudly, copying her sister, "let's go right now!"

"Bye, guys!"

"Bye!"

And with that, the pink sisters were out, the sound of the door shutting behind them echoing through Rhonda.

"Well, that was weird," Bruce mumbled, earning a rather amused glance from Branch that he didn't notice.

Then it was silent, save for the soft clanking of the pans against the stove.

It took a few minutes of building up courage for Floyd to finally reach out a hesitant hand to Branch's shoulder. "We just want another chance," he said, his voice surprisingly calm. "Can we start over?"

Branch looked at each of his brothers, the years of solitude and abandonment clashing with the present moment. "Don't you get it? It's not that easy," he muttered, his voice stronger now. "You left a hole that isn't easy to fill."

"But we're here now," John interjected, setting his first aid kit aside. "And we're not going anywhere. Let us try to be a family again." 

The room fell silent once again, the only sound being the crackle of the fire now. The dull troll took a deep breath, the warmth from the flames and his brothers' presence enveloping him. But he just couldn't.

"I don't… I don't know…"

"It's okay," Clay reassured him, joining the crowd. "It's okay to be confused, you know?"

"We've all been there," John added with a smile.

Branch paused.

"We know, things weren't easy for you, all those years…" Floyd chimed.

"We understand if you don't want to see our faces for a while," Bruce said, an attempt at humor that fell on deaf ears. "Just know that we're here now."

But the next words? No one was expecting to hear them.

"I missed you…" Branch whispered, his voice as small as the child he was twenty years ago, "I missed you every single day…"

Floyd frowned. "Branch…"

"Maybe it was the fact that you were still alive that made me angry…" Branch was now fighting against the tears threatening to fall. "I never wished for any of you death… I just didn't want to think that you were still out there… not looking for me…"

Clay hid his face behind his hands. "We know… we messed up…"

Branch nodded with a bitter chuckle. "Yeah, you really did."

John nudged him, ever so gently. "Hey, now, no need to wake our consciences up."

Branch closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the tears going back from where they came, seemingly evaporating before they could fall. In a single minute, the weight seemed to lift off his shoulders… off his chest. It felt nice. "But I still need time…"

His brothers exchanged glances, a silent promise passing between them. "We have all the time in the world," John said firmly. "We're not leaving again." 

[attapullman]

I’ll be super kind and not ask you about the dreaded fivesome, but I would like to know about kismet :)

ask me about my wips!

Listen, we can talk about the cursed fivesome, but we're both ovulating so it's probably detrimental to our health 😜

Kismet is one of those projects that makes me fuzzy inside! It's based off The Beaches song of the same title and plays around with the lyrics as Bob and reader struggle to find reasons to not get together.

A little snippet for you!

“We’re both single, under fifty.” He grins at you, humor curling at his lips. The edges of his hair curl in the ocean breeze, tickling the corners of his face. For someone so careful, Bob is throwing caution to the wind to convince you this is fate.

[makaylahoffmann]

Who: @zionsmccoy and Mack

Where: Kismet Harbor Beach

Beach days were the best, at least according to Makayla. She loved going down to the beach with or without her kids and just spending the day there. She enjoyed sitting in the sun and relaxing or reading a good book. This time she was with her friends and they all made a day of it, bringing chairs and blankets, and snacks, and drinks. She was sitting and closing her eyes for a little bit when she felt a gust of wind and then realized her hat flew away. Everyone else had been down by the water so she was left scrambling for it on her own. "Stop that hat!" She yelled as she jumped over the cooler and a little kid making a sandcastle. "Um excuse me sir, can you grab that runaway hat!?"

[ezra-finds]

DEFAULTS 

aeonium skinblend by nesurii

redwood eyes by sammi-xox (+ recolor addons by bluubun)

ea teeth be gone by pyxiidis

MOST USED CC

bare skintones by lamatisse

all face overlays by lamatisse

flushed blush by simulationcowboy

all hairlines by rheallsim

SLIDERS

belly slider by hi-land

lips sliders by obscurus-sims

eye width slider by obscurus-sims

esotropia and exotropia slider by obscurus-sims

nose sliders by obscurus-sims

eyebrow sliders n1 by obscurus-sims

eyebrow slider 01 & 02 by miiko

slider 19 (bony nose) by pirumxsim

hip shape slider by luumia

arm thickness + pronunced hips by vibrantpixels

body sliders, for days by vibrantpixels

lip fullness slider by vibrantpixels

horizontal breast position by vibrantpixels

cleft chin slider by vibrantpixels

enhanced butt slider by cmarnyc

shoulder shape slider by bloodmoon

expanded eye scale by marsosims

height slider updated by ghostwitchs-cc

hip shape slider by luumia

finger thickness/hand size slider by luumia

BODY HAIR

all natural body hair set by yooniesim

SKIN DETAILS

maxis match genetics set by obscurus-sims

misc. face details by okruee

little details by nesurii

perfect eyes: shaping pack by northern siberia winds

about face - facekit by pyxiidis

freckles + moles by wms

essentials face-kit by plumb-boop

shine mole kit by vegantrait

sun touched by faaeish

softie eyebrows & sunkissed freckles by miiko

eyebags part two by kismet-sims

eyebags by tamo

EYELASHES

3d lashes by kijiko

mm 3d eyelashes v1, v2, v3, v4 & v5 by mmsims

mm 3d eyelashes set 01 by bedisfull

EYEBROWS

all eyebrows by peachyfaerie

all eyebrows by twistedcat

all eyebrows by rheallsims

TEETH

all teeth by yooniesim

all teeth by simshini

sweet tooth teeth by uxji

more teeth by uxuie

teeth set (2019), teeth set (2017) & vampirica by cerberus

SCARS

transmasc tattoo set by ratboysims

random scars by ayoshi

OTHER CC

vitiligo set by ayoshi

lore occult skintone pack by lamatisse

to the bone - nosemasks by pyxiidis

heartlines - eyes and skintones by pyxiidis

stuck on you - skintones by pyxiidis

of the earth - plantsim stuff by pyxiidis

CAS MODS

more columns in cas by weerbesu

cc wrench override by rheallsim

cas organizer by vyxated

more traits in cas by thepancake

GAMEPLAY

wonderful whims by turbodriver

ui cheats extension by weerbesu

bed cuddle by thepancake1

edit lights in build mode by thepancake1

some of kuttoe’s trait mods

[youreacroftlara]

Must be kismet - chapter 1/?

A celebrity au where Ava is a football player for Arsenal and Beatrice is a famous pop star — loosely inspired by Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce’s meet-cute.

Ava Silva has never been a morning person.

If you ask her, it should be a crime to wake up before 10 a.m. If humans were meant to be out of bed sooner, then how come Ava always feels like she needs an extra hour or two before she can really wake up and start her day?

If there’s a chance she can get an extra forty winks in, then she’ll take it.

It’s funny – you’d think as a professional football player she’d be used to waking up early. Her career means that she often has to be up at the crack of dawn to travel to matches or be at training for early drills on the pitch.

Still, if it were up to Ava, she’d be asking coach to schedule all future training sessions to start no later than noon. Anything earlier is frankly just a crime.

Sure, she knows Coach Superion would never agree to it – not to mention the small problem of some matches kicking off at 12.30 p.m. – but a girl can dream, can’t she?

Ava would rather be in her bed watching the latest season of Sex Education on Netflix right now, than practising headers on the training ground with Lilith and Chanel.

“Silva! On your head!” Lilith barks at her from the corner flag.

Ava snaps to attention as the midfielder kicks the ball, crossing it into the penalty box. Never taking her eye off it, Ava puts on a burst of speed and leaps into the air to meet it head-on.

With perfect timing, her forehead connects with the ball, sending it soaring toward the top corner of the goal. Chanel’s desperate dive comes too late as the ball hits the back of the net with a resounding thud.

“Ooooooh did you see that?” Ava grins, “Did you?” She asks again, looking in Lilith’s direction.

The older girl walks over from the corner flag with an unamused look on her face. “It was okay.”

“Okay!?” Ava baulks, “Lilith, that header was fucking gold and you know it!”

Chanel throws her the retrieved ball from the net and Ava catches it with both hands. She dances around Lilith, bouncing up and down on her toes – in return, the midfielder rolls her eyes.

Ava ignores her grumpy teammate’s sour mood. After scoring a near-on-perfect-headed goal, she has total bragging rights.

Lilith can suck it.

“C’mon, that was so-so epic! Did you not see the way I leapt up in the air like a fucking salmon swimming upstream…I mean, I practically flew like I was fucking Superman or something. Cristiano Ronaldo ain’t got shit on me!” She boasts, spinning the football on her finger like a basketball.

Lilith pinches her brow with her fingers and lets out a long exasperated sigh. “Please tell me you did not just compare yourself to Ronaldo…”

“Ronaldo, Superman… and a salmon,” Ava corrects, flashing the midfielder a cocky grin.

“Jesus Christ… ”

“You’re right, I’m better than Jesus too.”

The midfielder groans and Ava loves every second of it.

Winding Lilith up was one of her favourite pastimes. It makes these early morning training sessions somewhat bearable.

Read the rest of the chapter on AO3 here

[romanrhodes]

where: a small wooden pier nestled in the rocks, down from Kismet Beach with: Aindreis Blythe ( @aindreisblythe )

The wooden pier wasn't a secret to most locals, but it was tucked so far out of the way, with a rocky scramble of a walk away from the beach, that it was a typically quiet place to swim and to fish (not at the same time) when the weather and the tide allowed.

Roman found himself there today, fishing. It was his day off, and a rare day of sun and no wind, and he wanted to get out of the farm. So here he was, doing his best to sit with his thoughts and feelings... he'd been avoiding it for so long, but his therapist and friends had encouraged him to try it since the break-up.

He was busy watching the quiet sea, the soft waves lapping at the pier and the rocks around him when he suddenly hearing rocky movement behind him, and he turned to spot someone familiar. He raised his arm in greeting, waving. He was surprised to see someone out here, and more surprised by who it was.

[light-lanterne]

This story is set in the universe of one of my main stories, The Darkest Eyes, which I post in AO3 and for which I’ll provide a link below this. You don't really need to read the story to understand this, but it could help understand some of the characterisation I've gone for. For context, this happens around a year before the start of the story, just a few months after they've defeated Vecna. The only information you need if you haven't read the main thing is that Mike was attacked and almost killed during the final battle. - - - - - - - - - - - ao3 || masterpost || support me on ko-fi!

As he looked up, Mike was greeted with the beautiful sight of the evening sky, the receding burnished gold ushering indigo and crimson hues across the firmament, its velvety surface broken only by fluffy clouds of wonders and dreams.

They moved a little. The clouds. Gusts of westerly wind kept stirring them delicately, shaping them into thin strands that closely resembled candy floss, or perhaps ivory foam atop the glistening ripples of the ocean. And he’d only been there once, to the sea, a family trip at the tender age of eight taking him across the country and into the cold waters of the East Coast in early spring, but he remembered the texture of the spume and he was willing to bet the cirrus above him felt just the same.

Fingers sinking into fuzz, disappearing amidst spectre-like froth that swirled around upon touch… He wished he could feel it.

For now, however, he’d have to make do with just observing from afar, back pressed against the grounding bark of an ancient cedar, worn-out sneakers surrounded by a tapestry of celandines breaking up the homogeneity of the meadow, their yellow petals fully unfurled to absorb even the last ray from the reckoning sun. A fresh breeze danced across the cedar’s leaves, their soft rustling accompanying the song of a nearby goldfinch as it prepared for the night, the cold raking its fingers over Mike’s skin.

His breath billowed, cheeks turning ruddy and nose pinching at the sensation of the zephyr, goosebumps covering his freckled arms as a shiver ran down his spine. He knew he should’ve worn a thicker sweater, or perhaps a coat over his current ensemble, but he’d insisted on the lightweight garments for he enjoyed the cold. The eidolon of winter, the ghost of its relentless bite… Bearable yet unpleasant, Mike had recently discovered his affinity for the numbing frost for it was a confirmation. Reassurance, even, that he was still alive.

That despite everything they’d gone through, everything they’d seen and been forced to do, they’d all made it through the end of the world.

And it was still rather fresh. A gaping wound that had not closed yet, blood oozing in a disorderly manner that no longer made any sense, waking terrors finding him in every dark corner, every shadow, every abandoned building and in the face of every neighbour he ever had. The pain in their faces… The loss they’d all been through… Everywhere he went, Mike found a reminder of the horrors that had destroyed their town and stolen away part of his soul and that of the ones he loved the most, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop the searing fear that sometimes took over his brain.

It was agony, to know with certainty how everything had occurred and how it had all ended, yet still being unconvinced at the fact that they were now safe, unable to retreat to the blissful peace of his childhood memories because even those had been tarnished now. Corrupted. Rewritten to be a part of the nightmare, a maelstrom of broken thoughts being everything he had left in his mind.

Henry. Vecna. One. Whoever the monster had been, he’d really enjoyed messing with Mike’s head and it was still too soon for him to accept he no longer was shackled to the kismet the Devil had chosen for him.

It was… overwhelming, sometimes. Most times. Closing his eyes still produced abominable sights he wouldn’t wish upon his worst enemy, and today was one of the days when it was harder to focus on anything beyond keeping his breath steady and avoiding the inquisitive eyes of the population of Hawkins at large. As a former member of Hellfire —the coven they’d chosen to blame for the destruction of their quiet lives—, the town had turned their back on him and it was still hard to digest that he had somehow become a personification of everything they hated.

An omen of bad luck. Their reminder of what had happened.

As if he needed more stress in his life, his days had evolved into a continuous cycle of hostility that he wasn’t sure he could endure for too long, lingering dread and trauma already making it hard to get up in the mornings, the pain on the side of his neck and up his jaw being the only thing that could constantly convince him that he was genuinely not a corpse. A husk… a shell of who he’d once been, maybe. But still very much a living being.

He hated it, how peace seemed within reach yet always eluded him like a feather floating in the air, but there was nothing he could do to change his fate. There was no enemy to defeat this time; no battle to fight. Just endless days to get through, the promise of a beautiful sunset every day being the second main reason he even went through the meaningless static mess that time had become.

As for the first main reason…

Well, that one was even better than the scenery before him. Better than the dappled light that danced in the raindrops clinging to the surrounding grass, a result from an earlier squall. Better than the silvering gibbous moon that now reigned the sea of twinkling stars. Better than the daffodils and violets that tripped through the lawn, nearby hydrangeas filling the air with their sweet jasmine-like fragrance as a sweet robin chirped its “Goodnight” to the world.

By all definitions, Mike had found himself in a painting. A canvas full of colour, harmonious strokes creating the closest thing to Eden a human could aspire to see, the closest thing to a safe place Mike had come to know in the post-apocalypse world he now existed in.

And yet, the beauty he found himself surrounded with paled in comparison to that of his companion. To that of Mike’s best friend, partner in crime, beloved.

Will Byers.

The boy who’d survived; the boy who’d saved Mike in more ways than he could even imagine.

The boy he was irrefutably in love with.

It was still weird to think like that. To allow himself to think like that. But he was done denying the truth, and the truth was that he adored Will with all of his heart. That he wanted to spend the rest of his life alongside him, go to college together, live in a shitty flat on top of a rundown convenience store and watch marathons of all their favourite films every weekend. That he wanted to sing annoying tunes as they did homework or prepared dinner, take care of the other when he fell ill, and wake Will up when their alarm clock inevitably malfunctioned and they were running late.

Mike wanted to keep Will company on the days when he felt as though he was stuck in the Upside Down again, and relish on the calming sensation of Will drawing on his arms when it was his turn to be having a bad day.

Of course, it made sense in retrospect. It was a natural progression of their relationship, the only way things could’ve ever been, and now that he had come to terms with it, Mike was eager: eager to spend as much time with Will as he could, eager to explore the possibilities he hadn’t even allowed himself to dream of, eager to slowly expand their bond to new, exciting lands which filled Mike with happiness by merely thinking about them, and eager to meet his favourite person in a new, completely different light.

It was an exciting thought. One that was slowly turning into a genuine option because they weren’t in a romantic relationship, not yet, but it was undeniable that their friendship had slowly evolved beyond the realms of the platonic and, as nerve-wracking as it was to think about the likelihood of everything going awry, Mike was willing to give it a try.

After all, all of his insecurities, their shattered lives, Eldritch beings from hellish dimensions and Death itself had all conspired to keep them away from the other and yet, somehow, despite all odds, they had always found their way back to each other. Like gravity pushing them together, a quantum pattern from which neither of them could ever escape. Mike would forever be in Will’s life and the other way around, so why should they resist their shared craving of gifting each other more of themselves? More of their fractured souls and corroded beings?

It was only logical to give in to the desire, the rest of the world be damned. They deserved it after everything they’d gone through, after all the time they had lost and the innocence they would never recover.

And they’d agreed to go slow; heal from the aches of growing up in a world that hated them for what they were, fighting a different reality that hated them for who they were. They’d only started holding hands recently, were slowly re-learning to exchange a variety of hugs with different meanings —some far more intimate than others—, and it’d only been a few days since the first time Will kissed Mike’s cheek before going home. Threading carefully like deer in a field of flowers, they were taking every precaution to not destroy what they already had as they built something new, advancing at a leisurely pace that would’ve decidedly driven Mike nuts if he were younger and less experienced.

But right now, sitting in a field on the outskirts of town, watching the sun disappear beyond the horizon as the cicadas started up their eternal song, Mike thought things were going well.

He nudged his knee against Will’s, the rip of his jeans allowing for his bare skin to brush against the coarse denim of Will’s hand-me-down pants, touch gentle as to not disrupt the illustration his friend was making and Mike wasn’t an expert in many things, but he knew Will Byers well enough to understand that the frantic turning of pages and closing of the sketchbook was probably because Will was drawing him again.

Their eyes met. Mike smirked and rose an eyebrow, Will glared at him for a moment then shook his head and chuckled. A dusting of pink coated his face, embarrassment from being caught, but his expression was that of curiosity.

Looking up from between the curtains of soft hazelnut bangs, Will rose his eyebrows and pointed at Mike, tongue darting out for a moment to wet his chapped lips because he had a big problem with staying hydrated, always too busy reimagining world around him to remember to take proper care of himself. Mike wished he could scold Will for that, but he knew he’d only be setting himself up for he was the worse offender out of the two of them.

He still rolled his eyes, though. Quick and offhandedly as to not give ammunition to Will, yet visible enough to earn himself another brief glare. Mike didn’t pay it any mind and instead pointed towards the front of them, towards the hidden sun and the ebony dome that was now the sky. A silent question, an invitation to get going because Joyce was cool and always gave Will space, but she still got rather nervous about them being out in the middle of the night and it wasn’t the greatest idea to let her get antsy. Not so much because of her anxiety, for she now had Hopper to calm her down, but because she was supposed to make dinner tonight and she already struggled to make passable food on the good days, let alone when she was nervous.

Will seemed to read his mind, lips breaking into a grin that mirrored Mike’s own.

And many things had happened in the last few years. Mike’s life was no longer simple, his preoccupations far beyond anything anyone his age should think about, the scars on his face and body evidence of fights no one should’ve ever had to endure. Getting up from bed was a challenge every single morning, pain and fear entwining to form a debilitating cocktail that kept him on edge all day, his mind slowly turning into his own worst enemy as time went by. People in Hawkins hated him for associating himself with a dead man who hadn’t even done anything wrong, and his parents despised him for failing to become the person they’d wished he’d been from the moment he was born.

However, right then, at that moment, seeing the small gap between Will’s front teeth, the peachy tinge of his round cheeks, and the star-like glow in the kaleidoscope of green, brown and golden that were his eyes, Mike knew everything would be alright.

[dubljarnasims]

Mollie Cote

Part of the 6th generation of my legacy, Mollie was a surprise to me! Del Sol Valley started displaying the white screen issue after I converted a residential lot to residential rental and after trying several things to fix it, it became clear that the only true fix would be to uninstall and reinstall the pack. Before that, I went through the families living in the world to see if they had any existing relationships with my family and discovered Mollie.

Her family tree didn't include her mother, so it's someone with a maiden or married name of Cote...but it did include her father. Sometime between the birth of his first and second child with his wife, Cassandra, Tinker Sakamoto had a relationship with a mystery Ms. Cote.

No CC included in the download - please see the list and links below.

Parents: Unknown Cote & Tinker Sakamoto Sibling(s): Dade Sakamoto, Dillon Sakamoto, Danika Sakamoto

✨ DOWNLOAD HERE (Google Drive)

Clothing/Accessories:

Earrings - Pitted0live | Kayla earrings set

Glasses - Sevensims | Touch glasses

Nails -  xUrbanSimsX | Kate nail kit - autumn

Pants - Euno | Straight wide jeans

Piercing - Overkillsimmer | Learah nose rings set

Shoes - Mochizen | Chunky sandals v2

Top - Korkassims | Harper cardigan

Hair/Makeup/Skin Details:

Blush - Northern Siberia Winds | Blush n8

Eyebags - ddarkstonee | Eyebags n2

Eyebags - Kismet Sims | Eyebags plus

Eyebags - Tamo | Basic eye bags

Eyebrows - RemusSirion | Eyebrows n20b trimmed

Eyelashes - Kijiko | 3D lashes version 2 uncurled

Eyeliner - Pralinesims | N37 symonne

Eyeshadow - Pralinesims | N10 titanium

Freckles - Tekrisims | Freckles!

Hair - SavageSims | Toni pixie cut

Lips - ddarkstonee | Lips n38

Moles - Whimsims | More moles

Teeth - Simbience | Teeth #1

Defaults:

Skin - Luumia | Vanilla default skin

Eyes - Pralinesims | Oasis v2 default

Sliders & Presets:

Butt - CmarNYC | Enhanced butt slider

Eyebrows - Magic Bot | Default eyebrow slider

Eyebrows - Obscurus | Eyebrow sliders

Eyes - marsosims | Eye size slider

Face - Luumia | Face asymmetry slider

Forehead - Bloodmoon | Forehead height slider

Hips - Luumia | Hip shape slider

Lower Legs - CmarNYC | Enhanced lower legs slider

Mouth - Magic Bot | Default mouth slider

Mouth - Teanmoon | Mouth scale slider

Nose - Magic Bot | Default nose slider

Shoulders - Dumbaby | Shoulder height slider female

Thighs - DaniParadise | Thigh slider

🐌 Many thanks to the CC creators! 🐌

@bloodmooncc @ddarkstonee @eunosims @kijiko-sims @kismet-sims

@korkassims @luumia @magic-bot @marsosims @mochizencc

@northernsiberiawinds @obscurus-sims @overkillsimmer @pralinesims @remussirion

@savage-sims @sevensims @simbience @tamo-sim @teanmoon

@tekri @xurbansimsx @whimsims

[breaniebree]

Can you just not end the kismet trilogy? Just keep on writing, I swear we don’t mind at all if it goes on forever. WAIT. Before you say no, you shouldn’t make hastily decisions. Take some time off, have some shots of JD, eat some poutine, heck go on a vacation or two if you need. Just don’t please for the love of god don’t stop. You don’t understand Bree, not having my favourite fanfic to read on Friday nights means I have to communicate to people. COMMUNICATE. Do you know how long I have been avoiding this??? I need my glass of wine, my extra long sweater, reading socks, takeout, and kismet trilogy to wind down after a stressful week of communicating to a bunch of idiots (you may recognize them as humans) 😩

Hi, Anon,

Aww, thank you very much, but no, I'm sorry, this world will be coming to an end after chapter 41.

[justdealingwithsomeissues]

Though put hapenstance, Her winds up on the exact same planet Kayla was on, fighting the Black Fleet... also she finally switches her name over to Kismet which rolls off the tongue much better than Her.

[sophieswundergarten]

MBS Characters as Neat Words I Like

So. Listen. Some of these words are going to have fitting definitions. And some of them are just based on how they feel/look to me. Do with this what you will, and I hope you at least learn some fun new words :)

Mr. Benedict - Esoteric: requiring or exhibiting knowledge that is restricted to a small group / of special, rare, or unusual interest

It's very green and a bit orangey to me, like the scenes in S1 where he's sitting in the cabin, or a very nice rock. Maybe something with a fossil in it. But it's a good, slightly rough but ultimately quite pleasant texture. It's got the layers of an old book with age-stained pages and uneven edges because of how often it's been read. It's a really comforting word, and it's warm and inviting, like the feeling of walking into Mr. Benedict's house and seeing all the light come through the glass and the smell of books and the very clear evidence that it is lived in and full of love. If it had a physical form, I would keep this word on my shelf and look at it every day because it makes me smile.

Number Two - Librocubicularist: someone who reads in bed

Definitely a yellow word. It's got some nice light blues, like sunlight on a clear day streaming through a window, and a couple hints of green in there, but this word feels very warm and a bit like running your hand along the hard carved edge of a bookshelf. It's very square and cube-y, like a stack of little building blocks or one of those geometric M. C. Escher kind of designs. (Also I can see her just sitting on her bed and reading when people would want her to sleep when she was a kid)

Milligan - Hugger-mugger / Gallimaufry: Respectively, "secrecy" and "hodgepodge"

The first one is an automatic choice, because it basically sounds like a warped version of the words "hug" and "Milligan". It's a very warm, soft word that's a dusky orange-and-pink, like an old jacket or scarf that's being used to muffle a sound. The second word is chosen more for its meaning, as Milligan himself is a bit of a jumbley hodgepodge when we first meet him. It's coloured like moss covered stones along a riverbed, like the colours of that screenshot in Episode 1 where Milligan emerges from the secret tunnel in the yard. The tumbling of the word also mimics the curved brim of his hat.

Rhonda - Sophronise / Kismet: Respectively, "to imbue with moral principles or self-control" and "a hypothetical force or personified power that determines the course of the future events, fate, destiny"

"Sophronise" is because of how wise and quick-witted she is. She's a role model for the younger kids, and it was a really nice sunset- night-sky kind of ombre, a hint of deep magenta (Like that jacket she wore outside the cabin in S1) and the barest touch of yellow-orange, quickly moving into royal and midnight blue, and a whisper of silver that can almost be stars. "Kismet" is similarly multicoloured and beautiful, but more swirly like a wind-chime or suncatcher made of many different pieces hung just so, in such a way to catch the light and reveal glimpses of what's hidden deeper. It's a mostly wine-magenta and blue kind of colours; jewel tones.

Kate - Rawgabbit: somebody who speaks covertly about a subject of which they know nothing

This one's silly, because it just came to me because of its look. The definition doesn't really fit her at all. It's a helter-skelter word that is racing, fast moving and fidgety. It's a full kaleidoscope of colours, red and fierce and yellowy lemon gold and green like sun through new leaves and blue like daubs of fingerpaint all swirled and tumbling over each other, much like Kate's jacket.

Miss Perumal - Pluviophile: one who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days

This is a very soft word, and it is a soft, watercolour kind of pastel. It's lavender and cherry blossom pink and a light sky blue, and it feels exactly like one of her nice sweaters or jackets. The lapel of a good, strong, felted jacket kind of feeling, like something you'd find at a thrift store and know that it was well loved, but taken care of so respectfully that you'll be able to wear it for years too. A pragmatic word. It is also very round and swooping, in much the same way her cadence of speech is.

Sticky - Uhtceare / Kenning: Respectively, "lying awake before dawn and worrying" and "a metaphorical compound word or phrase (such as swan-road for ocean) used especially in Old English and Old Norse poetry"

The first word is more because of the meaning, but it does have some hints of his shades of blues. The "uhtc" part is like glass as a lens, and the last part is like little round bits of blue sea glass, all tumbled and smoothed. It's a very pensive and reflective word, and it catches light in many different facets, something to be studied from many different angles in the solitary silence away from other people."Kenning" I chose because of its neat, rhythmic sound, like very even stitches through a piece of stormy blue cloth. It is a deceptively simple sounding word, but it has such a deep history, and I think that's something Sticky would really enjoy learning and knowing.

Constance - Fudgel: pretending to work when in reality one is not doing anything

Come on. This word is perfect for her. It has that hint of sweetness with "fudge", and yet it sounds stubborn and obstinate. It's a "fighting word", so to speak. Stout and short and compact, like a dense piece of wood that someone can heft and throw. And while I would not originally say that it has any of Constance's colours, there are parts of it that can be malleable, and there's definitely a hint of pink in the middle, a reflection and glimmer that comes from it being placed next to her name.

Reynie - Wergild: the value set in Anglo-Saxon and Germanic law upon human life in accordance with rank and paid as compensation to the kindred or lord of a slain person

This word came to me immediately. It isn't coloured so much like Reynie (Being mostly kind of deep purple and shaded forest green with the barest hint of gold, like brambles that have grown and woven themselves into an intricate shape), but for some reason it fits him. Maybe it's the complex depth that's hinted at in the heart of it. It's a wild word, but also very warm and trusting in that it expects the other person to honour their promises. Its etymology is basically "man" + "payment", and the idea of it being the value of a person when in relation to Reynie, who values every person as incredibly important is intriguing. Also, the first time I read it was in a fictional context as part of a spell or binding magic that connected people to one another, which is a much more vague and subjective reason, but it's a little more positive than "murder debt"

SQ - Welkin / Wanderlust: Respectively, "the vault of the sky / the upper atmosphere" and "strong longing for or impulse toward wandering"

Now. These words both start with "w" because "w" and "q" are coloured somewhat similarly to me, especially since there's an "s" involved. "Welkin" is a complex word, like running your hand over a particularly detailed and well-crafted mosaic. It's a very light baby blue fading into purple, a very mystical and soft word, like if you could tough fog. It speaks of walking softly down a grassy hill at dusk, looking up at the stars as they wake up and being able to trust that you won't trip. It's also got these kind of two curves, like the top of the "S" right next to the "Q". "Wanderlust" is dreamy and full of stardust. It's got that bluey-purple touch, but it sparks at the end, gold and shimmering and falling out of sight like a shooting star, just beyond the horizon, where you know you can follow it.

Curtain - Sanguine: marked by eager hopefulness, confidently optimistic / bloodred / consisting of or relating to blood

It's not quite the correct colour for Curtain, but the feel for it is right. It has a bit of dark blue, but it's also slimly and squelchy the "gui" bit makes it kind of greasy and hard to keep a hold of. It also fits him because of the different meanings; originally, "sanguine" meant "cheerful" because of the medieval concept of the four humours governing the human body, and it came from the Latin "sanguineus" which means bloody. The seemingly jarring differences between "happy" and "bloody" are a good representation of Curtain's duality.

Garrison - Gerrymandering: the practice of dividing or arranging a territorial unit into election districts in a way that gives one political party an unfair advantage in elections

This word also came to me really quickly. I kind of "see" spelling in my head, so even though the "g" in gerrymandering is pronounced like a "j" instead of how it is in "Garrison", it works. The word is coloured very much like her: light, dappled green and a little pink and some specks of orangey-red. It's also a strong word, a tiny bit mischievous but with hard lines that won't be crossed, no matter how much trickery and metaphorical dancing around delicate topics is involved to attain a goal.