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Reacting Answering and debunking Kristine s take on shifting (girl who talked about genetics and shifting)

Let’s clear the air, babes. 💅✨"

So, I know some of y’all might have stumbled across that TikTok from @sectumsempress (Christine), and if you haven’t yet, let me sum it up: it’s a video where she dives into her takes on shifting—some thought-provoking, some solid, and others… well, let’s just say they need a little rethinking.

Now, before anyone panics or starts spiraling, let me reassure you: you’re not doing anything wrong. Shifting is a personal journey, and one person’s opinions (even if they’re loud and sassy) don’t define the truth. If you’re feeling overwhelmed by her claims, breathe, because I’ve got you.

I’m here to break down her points one by one: where she’s spot on, where she’s almost there, and where she’s just plain off the mark. This isn’t about dragging anyone—it’s about keeping the shifting community informed, confident, and empowered.

Remember, babe: shifting is real, it’s valid, and you are more than capable of mastering it. Let’s dive into this post with clarity, sass, and a sprinkle of tough love. We’re addressing it all, and we’re doing it together. 💖✨

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1: "I don't know what it is, but I do think there is a genetic component to who can and cannot shift."

Oh, honey. Let me stop you right there. Reality shifting is about consciousness, not chromosomes. No one’s out here unlocking DRs with their DNA. If shifting were genetic, then wouldn’t identical twins always have the same shifting abilities? Newsflash: they don’t. Shifting is deeply personal—it’s shaped by belief systems, practice, and the state of your subconscious mind.

Let’s talk logic:

If shifting were genetic, why do people from all backgrounds, ages, and cultures shift successfully?

If genes dictated shifting ability, how do beginners with no spiritual training manage to shift while seasoned practitioners struggle sometimes?

This "genetic component" claim feels like an excuse to gatekeep shifting behind a veil of exclusivity. You don’t need elite DNA—you need clarity, discipline, and faith in your abilities. What you’re really saying here is “I’m struggling and need something to blame.” Blame your approach, babe, not your ancestors. Shifting doesn’t care about your family tree; it cares about your mindset. 🧬✨

2: "Out of everyone who can shift, most of them shouldn't, including myself when I first started."

Now this is projection if I’ve ever seen it. Just because you weren’t ready when you started doesn’t mean the rest of the community isn’t. People shift for their own reasons, whether it’s healing, exploration, fun, or growth. Who are you to decide who should and shouldn’t explore their consciousness?

Let’s unpack this:

Shifting is a skill, and like any skill, it comes with a learning curve. Mistakes and missteps are part of the process. No one is perfect at it from the jump, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t try.

This idea of “most people shouldn’t shift” reeks of elitism. What’s the criteria? Who makes the rules? Oh wait—you don’t, because this is an individual journey.

And let’s not ignore the thinly veiled guilt here. “Including myself when I first started” screams “I made mistakes, so no one else should try.” No, sis, you made mistakes so others can learn and grow. Let people figure it out for themselves—your experience isn’t universal. Stay humble. 💁‍♀️✨

3: "If shifting is affecting your current reality to the point where your mental health plummets and you can't function, the cost is too high. This is also at past me."

Okay, valid point. For once, we’re aligned—but let’s add nuance. Shifting itself isn’t the villain here. The problem arises when someone uses shifting as an escape or obsesses over their DR to the detriment of their CR.

Here’s the truth:

Shifting works best when you’re grounded in your CR. Neglecting your CR responsibilities, ignoring self-care, or avoiding real-life problems will inevitably lead to burnout. Your CR self is the foundation for all your realities. If you’re not taking care of yourself here, it’s going to show up in your DR too.

Balance is key. Shifting can be an incredible tool for healing and self-discovery, but it’s not a replacement for addressing your mental health or real-life challenges.

Let’s also call out this “past me” comment. You’re shading yourself for your mistakes, which is fair, but don’t let that self-criticism turn into fear-mongering for others. Instead of saying “the cost is too high,” try saying, “Learn from my mistakes and prioritize your well-being.” That’s the energy we need. 🧠✨

4: "I think there will come a time when shifting is able to be explained scientifically."

Now we’re getting somewhere. Yes, science may eventually catch up, but let’s not act like shifting is waiting for permission to exist. Just because something isn’t fully understood doesn’t mean it’s invalid. Dreams weren’t “real” until REM sleep was discovered. Electricity wasn’t harnessed until the right tools were developed. Shifting is the same—it’s ahead of its time.

Here’s the tea:

Quantum physics already hints at the nature of reality being far more fluid and observer-dependent than we once thought. Concepts like the observer effect and parallel universes align with what shifters describe.

Neurology is just scratching the surface of how visualization and intention shape the brain. Lucid dreaming, meditation, and neuroplasticity all prove that the mind is capable of extraordinary things.

The fact that shifting isn’t yet measurable doesn’t diminish its validity. Science is a tool, not a dictator of truth. Shifting is real now, and science will catch up later. Don’t let the lack of a peer-reviewed study make you doubt your own experiences. 🔬✨

5: "The majority of people on Shiftok in 2020 were lying."

You’re not wrong, but let’s dig deeper. Were there liars? Absolutely. TikTok’s algorithm rewards drama, and fake success stories grabbed attention. But dismissing the entire Shiftok community as liars is lazy and reductive.

Here’s what really happened:

Many people on Shiftok were genuine shifters sharing their tips and experiences. The problem was that TikTok favored sensationalism over authenticity. Real advice got buried under Hogwarts weddings and Draco stans claiming they had seven kids in one night. 🐍✨

The fake stories weren’t malicious—they were clout-chasing. People wanted likes, and exaggerating their experiences worked.

But let’s not let the liars overshadow the genuine shifters who were out there putting in the work. Misinformation thrived because of the platform, not because everyone was lying. Don’t throw out the whole community just because some people were playing the algorithm. 🌟✨

6: "Way more people outside of the internet shift than we think they do, and most of them are adults."

This one is surprisingly solid, but let’s add some layers. Shifting has been around forever—it’s not a TikTok invention. People have been exploring alternate realities under different names, like astral projection, lucid dreaming, and deep meditation, for centuries. These practices have roots in spiritual traditions across cultures, often led by—you guessed it—adults.

Why don’t we hear more about these adults?

They’re less likely to post about it online because they don’t care about clout or “DR trends.”

Many adults see shifting as a private, sacred practice rather than something to flex.

But here’s where the take falters: don’t dismiss teens and younger people just because they’re more visible online. Shifting transcends age. The internet didn’t create shifting; it just gave teens a platform to talk about it. And let’s not act like adults are automatically better at it—age doesn’t guarantee discipline or skill, hun. Stop pitting age groups against each other. Shifting is for everyone, whether you’re 15 or 50. 🌌✨

7: "Nine out of ten times, teenagers do not have the emotional maturity or mental capacity to handle a DR. I know I sure wouldn't have been able to."

Okay, this one SCREAMS projection. Just because you weren’t ready doesn’t mean an entire generation of teenagers isn’t. Emotional maturity isn’t an age—it’s a mindset. While it’s true that some teens might struggle with the responsibilities or intensity of a DR, plenty of them are capable of handling it.

Here’s what you’re missing:

Shifting is deeply personal. One teen’s DR might be about living in Hogwarts, while another’s might be about exploring their self-worth or healing trauma. What they can handle depends on their intent and preparation—not their birth year.

This take also assumes that adults magically have their lives together. Let’s be real—plenty of adults couldn’t handle a DR either. Emotional maturity is learned through experience, not something that just arrives with age.

Instead of writing off teenagers as too immature, why not empower them to approach shifting responsibly? Help them understand the importance of grounding techniques, journaling, and balancing their CR. Support them instead of gatekeeping, babe. Growth comes from guidance, not judgment. 🖤✨

8: "Shifting to live as a child when you are an adult is wrong."

Oh, let’s unpack this nonsense, because the judgment here is LOUD and unnecessary. Shifting to live as a child isn’t inherently “wrong”—it’s all about intent. People shift to younger ages for all kinds of valid reasons:

Healing: Someone who had a traumatic childhood might shift to experience the innocence and joy they missed out on. That’s not “wrong”—it’s deeply therapeutic.

Nostalgia: Revisiting a simpler time in life can be comforting and grounding.

Where’s the harm if someone is revisiting their childhood for healing or self-discovery? The only time this could be “wrong” is if someone’s doing it for malicious, fetishistic, or exploitative reasons. And let’s be clear—that’s an issue with the person’s intent, not the act of shifting itself.

This take reeks of moral grandstanding. If you don’t understand why someone might shift to a younger age, maybe try asking instead of judging. People’s reasons for shifting are complex and personal. Stay in your lane and let them live. 🍼✨

9: "Shifting to live as an adult when you are a child is wrong."

And here comes the hypocrisy. Why is shifting to an adult age suddenly a problem? If a teenager shifts to experience independence, maturity, or even just to see what adulthood is like, how is that “wrong”?

Let’s break it down:

Exploring independence: Teens often feel powerless in their CR lives. Shifting to adulthood can give them a sense of control or help them explore who they want to be.

Learning experiences: Shifting to an adult DR doesn’t mean teens are out here taking real-world risks. It’s an internal journey. They’re not suddenly going to have access to bank accounts or responsibilities in their CR.

The issue isn’t teens shifting to adult ages—it’s how they approach adult themes. If a teen shifts irresponsibly or romanticizes harmful aspects of adulthood, that’s a learning opportunity, not a reason to gatekeep. Let them explore and grow. The real world isn’t handing out “mature enough” badges; why should shifting? 🔑✨

10: "Shifting is a perception of reality that takes place inside your own mind, and this does not make it any less real."

Babe, what even IS this take? Calling shifting “a perception of reality inside your own mind” is the laziest oversimplification. It’s like saying the ocean is just “wet stuff” or the universe is just “space.” Shifting is SO much more than a mental exercise.

Here’s why this is bullshit:

Shifters report full sensory immersion in their DRs—smells, tastes, and even physical sensations. That’s not just perception; that’s a relocation of awareness.

Many shifters describe gaining knowledge or skills in their DRs that they couldn’t have fabricated in their CR minds. That’s evidence of connection to a separate reality, not just “perception.”

Saying it’s all in your head is reductive and dismissive. Shifting isn’t just a daydream or lucid dream—it’s a deliberate movement of consciousness.

By this logic, everything you experience is just “perception,” and therefore not real. Do better. Shifting is as real as the CR you’re reading this in—it’s just on a different frequency. 🌀✨

11: "Therefore, perma shifting is impossible."

Who told you this? Perma shifting isn’t just possible—it’s the logical extension of what shifting already is. If infinite realities exist and your consciousness can relocate temporarily, what exactly is stopping it from staying permanently?

Let’s debunk this thoroughly:

Shifting doesn’t require you to return to your CR. You’re not tethered here by some metaphysical leash. If you can spend weeks in a DR, why not forever?

This take assumes that your CR body is what keeps you “alive.” Wrong. Your consciousness is the seat of your existence, not the meat suit you’re wearing in your CR.

The only barrier to perma shifting is fear or lack of belief. People who say it’s impossible are projecting their own limitations. If shifting is real, so is perma shifting. Stop trying to box people into your doubts. Perma shifters are already out there living their best DR lives while you’re here arguing with yourself. 🖤✨

12: "Your body will not get up and do things while you're shifting."

Okay, I’ll give credit where it’s due—this one is spot on. Your CR body doesn’t suddenly start sleepwalking or doing the cha-cha while you’re in your DR. Shifting doesn’t override your physical body’s autopilot mode. Instead, your CR body stays in a deep state of rest, like sleeping or meditating.

Here’s why this is accurate:

Shifting is a relocation of consciousness, not physical movement. Your awareness moves to your DR, while your CR body stays put. It’s like putting your computer on sleep mode—it’s still there, just inactive.

If your CR body did start moving, you’d be blending realities, which isn’t how shifting works. Shifting creates a clear boundary between where your consciousness is and where your body remains.

That said, your CR body can react slightly to your DR state—like twitching or deepened breathing—but it’s not going to hop up and do laundry. So yes, you’re right, but don’t act like this is revolutionary knowledge. Most people know this already. Your body stays put while your mind does the exploring. 🛏️✨

13: "Most people treat scripting and shifting as a choose-your-own-path fanfic instead of reality."

This one’s got layers, and I’m ready to dig in. First of all, who cares if someone treats scripting like fanfic? Scripting is a personal tool, and people can approach it however they like. But let’s get real: scripting is way more than fanfiction.

Here’s the nuance:

Scripting is a powerful manifestation tool. It sets clear intentions for what you want to experience in your DR. Treating it like a story doesn’t make it any less valid. If imagining yourself as the protagonist in a beautifully detailed “fanfic” helps you focus, then it’s working, period.

Not everyone scripts for the same reasons. Some people use it to map out specific DR details, while others treat it as a loose guide. Neither approach is wrong—it’s about what works for YOU.

Also, let’s not act like scripting takes away from the “reality” of shifting. Scripting isn’t fake—it’s preparation. The moment you shift, what you scripted becomes as real as your CR. So stop invalidating people’s methods just because you don’t like the format. 💁‍♀️✨

14: "Putting your DR on a pedestal makes it harder to get to."

Okay, now we’re talking sense. This take is 100% accurate, and it’s a trap that a lot of shifters fall into. When you treat your DR like it’s some magical, unattainable place, you create mental resistance that makes shifting harder.

Here’s why this is true:

Your subconscious mind follows your beliefs. If you see your DR as something distant or godlike, your subconscious will act accordingly. It’ll say, “Oh, we’re not worthy yet? Cool, let’s not shift.”

When you overhype your DR, you’re also adding unnecessary pressure. Shifting becomes less about the journey and more about the desperation to “make it happen.” That desperation creates doubt, which blocks your progress.

The trick? Normalize your DR. Think of it as a natural extension of your existence, not some impossible dream. It’s real, attainable, and waiting for you—you just have to stop psyching yourself out. DRs are exciting, but they’re not fairy tales. Treat them as real, and your subconscious will follow suit. ✨

15: "I'm really excited about going to my DR in the same way that I'm really excited about going to a theme park or to a museum. Something very exciting but also very real and attainable."

Another solid take—this is exactly the right mindset. Approaching your DR with excitement, but without putting it on a pedestal, is the sweet spot for successful shifting. It’s the energy of anticipation, not desperation, that aligns your mind with your destination.

Here’s why this works:

Excitement fuels intention. When you’re genuinely excited about shifting, your subconscious is more likely to cooperate because it associates your DR with positive emotions.

Seeing your DR as “real and attainable” grounds your belief system. If you treat it like a natural part of your reality, your mind will perceive it as such.

This take is also a great reminder that shifting is a journey, not a chore. Approach it with the same joy you’d have for any adventure, and the process becomes smoother. Your DR isn’t some untouchable fantasy—it’s a place you can visit with the right mindset. Theme park energy, but make it metaphysical. 🎢✨

16: "I'm not excited about going to my DR like some heavenly dream world. That's just unrealistic."

Thank you for saying this, because it’s time to drag the “heavenly DR” myth. DRs aren’t utopias, and expecting them to be perfect sets you up for disappointment. Shifting is about experiencing another reality, not escaping to some flawless paradise.

Here’s the tea:

Every DR has challenges. Just like CR, your DR will have ups and downs. That doesn’t make it any less real or amazing—it just makes it dynamic and authentic.

Thinking of your DR as a “heavenly dream world” adds unnecessary pressure. When you finally shift and realize your DR isn’t perfect, you risk feeling disillusioned or disappointed.

The truth? Your DR is real, but it’s not going to solve all your problems or fulfill all your fantasies. Treat it as an exciting new chapter, not a flawless escape. The more grounded your expectations, the more satisfying your experience will be. ✨

17: "Judging people for what they do in their DR based on CR standards is usually wrong."

Finally, a take that makes sense! This is the kind of nuance we need in the shifting community. DRs operate on their own rules, and trying to apply CR standards to them is like judging a fish for not climbing a tree.

Here’s why this is on point:

Different realities, different rules. What might be morally or socially acceptable in CR could be completely irrelevant in a DR. People shift to explore and experience, not to replicate the exact conditions of CR.

Judging others is counterproductive. Shifting is deeply personal. Someone’s DR journey might be about exploring sides of themselves that they suppress in CR, and that’s valid. As long as they’re not harming others, it’s not your business.

Let’s be clear, though: this doesn’t excuse harmful behavior in DRs. If someone’s intentionally scripting unethical or damaging scenarios, that’s a different conversation. But for the most part, let people live and shift without your CR morality checklist. 🌀✨

18: "Every single thing you script has far-reaching consequences that you cannot imagine until you get there. If you script that you can't sweat or can't grow body hair, you'll show up in your DR with some medical condition that causes those things."

Girl, when we thought there was progress... you do THIS?! Let’s break it down, because this take is serving a mix of paranoia and half-truths, and I’m disappointed.

Yes, scripting can shape your DR reality, but this idea that every single detail comes with “far-reaching consequences” is dramatic and misleading.

Scripting sets intentions. If you script that you don’t sweat, your DR might interpret that literally, but it doesn’t mean you’re suddenly cursed with a medical condition. Your DR adapts to your intentions, not in some twisted monkey’s paw way, but in alignment with your desires.

This take leans heavily into fear-mongering. It’s important to script mindfully, but implying that a poorly worded script will backfire catastrophically is unnecessary drama.

Let’s not scare people into thinking shifting is a minefield of unintended consequences. Scripting is flexible and intuitive. If you don’t like something in your DR, you can shift back and adjust. Chill, girl—it’s not that deep. 😒✨

19: "Things in reality don't just fucking happen for no reason."

This is facts, but let’s unpack it fully. Whether it’s CR or DR, reality operates on cause and effect. Your actions, intentions, and beliefs shape your experience.

Here’s the tea:

In shifting, your subconscious mind plays a huge role. Nothing “just happens.” If you experience something unexpected in your DR, it’s often tied to unintentional thoughts, emotions, or residual CR beliefs.

This take is a good reminder to take responsibility for your scripting and intentions. You are the architect of your DR. If something goes awry, it’s not because the universe is out to get you—it’s because of how you set the framework.

That said, let’s not act like every single thing needs to be micromanaged. Part of the fun of shifting is letting your DR surprise you. Control the big stuff, but leave room for spontaneity. Your DR doesn’t need to feel like a sterile checklist. ✨

20: "Scripting yourself a dysfunctional abusive family on purpose is fucked up."

YES, babe, say it louder for the people in the back! This is a take I fully agree with. If you’re intentionally scripting harmful or abusive dynamics into your DR, you need to seriously reflect on why.

Here’s why this is so problematic:

Your DR is a space for growth, healing, and exploration. Why would you willingly bring toxicity into it? If you want to explore complex relationships, that’s fine, but scripting outright abuse is deeply concerning.

This kind of scripting raises ethical red flags. Even if DR characters are technically constructs, the energy and intent behind scripting abuse can reflect unresolved issues or harmful tendencies.

Shifting is a powerful tool—don’t misuse it by scripting negativity for the sake of drama. If you’re scripting toxic situations, ask yourself what you’re really seeking. Your DR should uplift you, not drag you into unnecessary harm. Do better. 🖤✨

Let’s wrap this up with love and clarity, babes. 💖✨"

So, after unpacking @sectumsempress’s (Christine’s) points, here’s the bottom line: Shifting is YOUR journey. Some of her takes were valid, others were shaky, and a few? Well, they needed a reality check. But hey, that’s the beauty of conversations like these—it gives us a chance to reflect, grow, and strengthen our understanding of shifting.

Remember:

Shifting is deeply personal. What works for one person might not work for you, and that’s okay.

Misinformation doesn’t define you. Always question, explore, and trust your intuition.

You are capable, worthy, and enough. Whether you’re scripting, visualizing, or just starting out, your DR is closer than you think.

At the end of the day, the shifting community thrives when we support, uplift, and educate each other. So let’s keep pushing forward with confidence, kindness, and a whole lot of sass. Your reality is yours to create—don’t let anyone dim that light. 💅✨

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Rebirth - Ch 2 :

Hello, I'm...

Jasper Cullen × OC 《- Chapters

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Aurora walked down the hall and brought the last box, her art supplies. All her sketchbooks and her quality pencils that she treasured, a gifts from her dad when she was born. She was never touched she couldn't bring herself to, afraid they'd break or worse lost or even thrown away. She kept them in the case, she opened it whenever she was gonna draw for inspiration.

She looked at the clock in her room okay 2 more hours til the Swan's came and probably 1 hour til she would go help her mom. She pondered, she could to the woods in the back and just explore a bit maybe even take her sketchbook and a pencil just in case. She nodded yes that was what she going to do. She ran down the stairs and grabbed her shoes at the entrance.

"Hey, mama I'm gonna go to the yard and draw for a bit I'll be back in an hour to help?" Her tone questioning, she knew better than just to run out after.

Amora sighed, "Okay cariño be safe ! Remember 1 hour!"

She rushed to the back door and put her shoes on as Amora chuckled. She grabbed the disinfectant, no shoes back in this house.

Aurora walked out into the backyard. It was nice, clovers spread throughout the entire thing with little white flowers, and the yard was pretty long compared to her old house houses yard, if you could even call it that. She walked into the forest entrance. She was a little spooked, this felt like a slasher film. She wasn't gonna too far in, she felt no she knew if she went too deep something unpleasant would happen.

But it was so beautiful. The trees towards over you and the sun barely peaked through but still magical, she went a bit more forward. Passing a fallen tree and going down the terrain a bit. She found a rock and in her pocket, she had her shuffle and headphones. She pressed play and Creep by radio head started. She smiled at that, that was her dad's favorite to sing to her mom. She started to sketch, first the outline of the trees and then the outline of a man crouching and a little toddler. She shaded and made the lines more bold. It was a rough draft.

About 30 minutes had passed and she started to redraw the figures. A twig snapped and Aurora turned her head. There was standing a Greek god. Literally. Or at the very least a perfect statute of Adonis.

He was pale and had blonde honey hair and eyes. She's never met anyone with gold eyes. She stared, memorized. His eyes finally met hers and he inhaled sharply.

Jasper stared at her. She was beautiful. With her brown her and honey brown eyes. Her curvaceous body was enticing. He had been watching her ever since she walked into the woods, he had finished hunting a bit ago and was just clearing his mind. He saw the hesitation to come into the forest. Her blood smelled delicious, and he exhaled. Control. He needed control. She took out her iPod shuffle and started to hum the song, he vaguely remembered hearing this song a couple of times.

If he stayed, he could build up an endurance. He was totally lying to himself but her didn't want to leave just left. She was heavenly and he thought she could be an angel. He got up from the seat on the hill and stepped. The twig snapped and she darted her eyes at him. He felt her piercing gaze and met her eyes.

He could get lost in them forever. She broke their intense eye contact, blush staining her cheeks. She put he belongings next to the rock and stood up and he could hear her heartbeat a mile per minute. Confusion with a tinge of worry he felt from her.

"Hello..." she spoke with a hesitant tone. Aurora realized at that moment he could be a serial killer. Well damn. If he was, maybe it wouldn't be too bad if she stared at her face. She was a little shocked and horrified at her thoughts.

'Control. Control. Control.' He had that mantra in his head.

"Hello, ma'am." She gave a shy smile.

"I'm Aurora. I just moved here." She pointed to the side of her where the house was.

"Ah, another newcomer beside the Chief's daughter. I'm Jasper Hale."

"Yup, new blood here in Forks." He exhaled again. 'Control. Control. Control.'

She glanced down and noticed his watch. "Oh, would you happen to know the time? I have to get back to help my mom with dinner and I've lost track of time." It was a small lie, she was timing herself through the music she had about 20 minutes left.

Jasper gave a small smile ignoring the lie, "It is 5:35."

"Oh okay, I have like 20 minutes left perfect!"

He started down towards her, "If you don't mind me asking Ms. Aurora, what were you doing down there?"

He had an accent, she wanted to swoon but held herself together, barely that is.

"Oh um while Mister Hale, I was sketching the scenery."

He raised an eyebrow, "Mind if I have a look?"

She found herself nodding and quickly grabbed the book. "Yeah, sure. Here." Their hands slightly touched and Aurora felt a jolt.

She blushed again.

Jasper looked down and was in slight shock this was amazing. She captured the scenery and if she could paint he was sure she would have transported anyone that looked at this to here.

"This is really... stunning." While he faltered trying to find a word her smile dropped for a slight second but it was gained and blush was added.

"Thank you." Was the shy response.

"Mind if I look through the rest?"

Usually, Aurora would never let anyone look through her sketchbooks not even her mom or Abuela. But once again she found herself nodding.

He flipped through the book slowly and carefully going through each page.

There were drawings of a man and a toddler, 2 women smiling, an unusual cat with what looked like thumbs, there was a drawing of a child and toddler, there was a big Eucalyptus tree with another woman and a little boy but he was a bit hazy? He flipped through finding portraits of people whom he assumed were her loved ones, til he got to an illustration of teeth, vampire teeth with a drop of blood hanging from the canines. He gulped. He flipped again and this one was a self-portrait, her with a bit shorter hair. He missed the poem.

"These are truly amazing."

If he kept completing her she'd turn into a tomato. "Thank you."

"Are you going to Forks High?"

"Oh yes! I am."

"I'm going to assume you going to take art?"

"AP art." She said smiling.

"Well little miss I'm sure you're gonna pass those tests no problem." His accent started to slip up, she made him nervous with that striking smile.

She giggled. "Well, I sure hope so seeing as I start in the middle of the year. "

"Don't worry. I have the feeling you got this no problem."

"Do you go to Forks?"

"Yes ma'am, I'm in my Senior year."

"Oh cool I am in my Junior!" She was ecstatic.

"Maybe we'll have a couple of classes together if you take AP." His lips curved into a smile and she nodded suddenly excited to go to the new school.

He glanced at his watch and saw it said 5:50. "Time sure does fly when you're having fun."

"Oh, what time is it?"

"5:50 little miss." He wanted to call her princess but decided against it.

"Hmm, I guess I should head back then huh?"

"Would you like me to escort you to the tree line miss ?"

"Yes, that would be nice Mister Hale."

They walked in silence. Aurora kept stealing glances at the tall vampire. Their eyes met and her heart raced. They stood at the edge.

"It was very nice to meet you, little miss."

"It was nice to meet you too Mister Hale. And please Aurora is just fine."

"How about I call you little princess instead?" He winked and waved not giving Aurora time to respond. She was stunned and slowly waved bye.

"Aurora! There you are come on hurry I started a bit early I need you to cut the veggies!"

Aurora was snapped out of what felt like a trance.

"Coming mama." She walked towards the door sparing a final glance at the woods and went inside. She took off her shoes and headed to the kitchen.

"How was drawing cariño?"

"Oh, it was fun!" She decided not to tell her mom about the strange teenage boy she met in the woods. At that moment, she realized Jasper had her sketchbook still. At the same time, Alice's vision finally cleared and there she saw Aurora, the plump girl with light brown hair and honey honey-brown eyes, and a smile that warmed her heart.

Jasper made it home book in hand, cursing himself as he realized too that he still had it. Well, it wouldn't be a problem he could give it to her tomorrow, discreetly. He changed his thoughts hoping Edward hadn't heard his thought. Luckily for him, Edward was moping around like usual, mind turned off.

Bella and Charlie left their house and started the short walk to their neighbors a couple of houses down.

"So cha-Dad, Miss Flores seems nice."

"Yeah, the whole family seems sweet. Maybe you and her daughter could be friends."

"Yeah, she seems nice. She's a year younger than me apparently."

"Wow, so she's like super smart."

"That's what I had said too." Bella chuckled. They arrived at the door and rang the bell. Aurora answered.

"Hi! If you don't mind taking your shoes off, then I'll take y'all to the dining table."

Charlie and Bella shared a look before taking off their shoes. The two of them followed Aurora, to the green dining room with the mahogany table and wooden carved chairs. Amora's eyes light up, "Charlie, Bella welcome welcome."

Amora sat at one end, Jacinda at the other, and Charlie Bella on the left with Aurora on the right.

"Thank you for inviting us to dinner again Amora," Charlie said with a small smile.

"Oh don't even sweat it. Alright, my mother wants to say prayers and then we can eat."

After prayers were and the food was served, Charlie started the conversation, "So where did you guys move from?"

"From Los Angeles. We lived there for years before moving here." Amora answered.

"Oh cool, Bella here came from Arizona, the complete opposite."

"So Bella are you nervous about school tomorrow?"

"Um kinda yeah. But at least I'll have Aurora there so I'll know someone." She gave another awkward smile.

"New school in the middle of the year is rough but you're right you'll have my little Aurora." Amora teased her daughter.

The father and daughter chuckled, while Aurora groaned.

"Anyway... Bella wanna go to my room since we're done?"

Bella looked at Charlie who nodded. The two girls ran upstairs before more embarrassing things were said, Amora was going to ask her mother if she wanted seconds but the old lady disappeared into thin air.

"Anyway Charlie, how is it in forks?"

Aurora led Bella to her room, a cozy green and beige room with throw blankets and a side wall dedicated to books. "Wow, you sure know how to unpack."

"Oh yeah huh. The wall shelves and color were set up already all I had to do was fill it. But it does like nice huh? That's the one thing I really like about forks, all the green."

"Yeah, but I'm sure the blue skies and ocean down the street were nice too right?"

Aurora nodded, sadness pooling in her stomach. "Yeah it was, I do miss the beach and warm summer air."

"It sounds like it beats here 100 percent."

Aurora smiled, "How long has it been since you came to Forks? Or did you and your dad live in Arizona permanently before this?"

"Well I lived with my mom mostly and visited my dad every now and then but it had been a while," Bella said sticking her hands into her pockets.

Aurora hummed in response. "Aw too bad I wanted to ask if you knew anyone here."

"Why found a boy already?" She joked. Her slight laugh caught in her throat when Aurora blushed. "No way! You've been here for like 5 hours and already!?"

"Keep it down! Jesus."

"I am but oh my god, you really have a game."

"Okay please for the love of god don't say that." Aurora threw her head in her hands groaning.

Silence followed before Bella spoke up again, "Any tips you care to share?" A groan followed close behind.

The night passed til 10 before Charlie realized the time. "Oh jeez it's already 10, I guess Bella and I should head home before it gets any later."

"Oh dear, you're right! Aurora! Bella! It's getting late!" The two trailed down the stairs. The two talked about their expectations for tomorrow and the mysterious boy that Aurora met, Bella agreed he did sound dreamy.

Before leaving Bella spoke, "Hey Aurora if it's okay with your mom of course, I can take you to school."

"Oh perfect! I have to get there early to set up everything in my office and Aurora can sleep in a bit." Bella looked puzzled.

"Oh, my mom is the new principal," Aurora answered with a quizzical look, swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"Cool. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah!" They waved to each other and Amora gave Charlie a wave which he returned with a blush and smile.

The door closed, and Aurora turned to her mother. "Soo you two hit off?"

"Si, como fue con el jefe?" Jacinda appeared like smoke.

Amora groans, "Oh my god drop it you two." What the 3 women didn't know was that Charlie was getting the same treatment as Bella.

When Aurora went to sleep she felt a gaze on her but couldn't place it. There from the tree line, golden honey eyes watched her once again.

(Loose translation: Yeah, how was it with the Chief?)

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Just as an fyi my spanish is horrible yall please dont come for me, i am using google translate

[softie-rain]

The Sleeper In The Valley

pairing: Sejanus Plinth/Coriolanus Snow

prompt day 1: Literature

note: guys!! First day of Snowjanus week :D This one is inspired by my favourite poem ever, I studied it last year of high school and has been stuck in my head ever since. I loved writing it sm. Also first time trying to be aesthetic?? The post felt empty ): Btw I keep overthinking if today's the first day but hey if it's not enjoy my fic anyway.

Coriolanus and Sejanus lay down together, hand in hand, leaning against a tree, the nature surrounds them like in a beautiful painting.

Coriolanus recognizes the green grass where, just a few days before, they were laying down together - in a similar position to the one they’re in now - laughing about how Smiley had made a fool out of himself at the Hob with some girl from District 12. They laughed, and laughed, and Coriolanus was sure he’d never heard a more beautiful sound than the one coming out of Sejanus’ lips every time he made a bad joke.

Coriolanus remembers leaning in and kissing him, or maybe Sejanus leaned in first? Either way they found themselves entangled in each other’s arms, never wanting to let the other one go. And they smiled because there, in the misery of District 12, they had no one to divide them.

Coriolanus turns his head slightly and observes Sejanus’ eyes, closed, in a deep and peaceful sleep, as the sun softly caresses his features. His blue eyes move to his lover’s shaved head and he knows that, if they were still there, his curls would be shining under the sunlight. And if he opened them, his eyes would look like the sweetest honey he’s ever tasted. 

Coriolanus slowly moves to close Sejanus’ parted lips. He didn’t drool, ever. He didn’t snort at night, either, maybe that’s what made him such a good partner. Coriolanus laughs at the thought and he wishes he could wake Sejanus up, so they’d laugh at the joke together.

Coriolanus notices his forehead is sweaty, and so is Sejanus’. He wants to reach out to clean him with his sleeve but decides against it, it’s probably useless anyway.

Coriolanus goes back to focusing on the valley, and a smile automatically forms on his lips, a wave of new (old) memories washing over him once more. Him and Sejanus found that spot in the forest by accident, during one of their rare breaks from their peacekeepers duties. They’d come back to that magic place near the river everytime Commander Hoff would give them a free day, or even just a free afternoon. They’d run together hand in hand, towards the river, throwing themselves in the cold water. Splashing and kissing each other like two fools teenagers in love, hiding away from their parents’ disappointment. But wasn’t that what they truly were?

Coriolanus’ eyes fall on Sejanus’ figure again, and this time he reaches out to him, gently caressing his cheeks. How funny, his forehead so sweaty yet he feels so cold. He wishes he could warm him up somehow, maybe by rubbing his cheeks in his hands, or kissing him so hard he won’t be able to do anything but blush as he kisses back, as he did all those times when Coriolanus would kiss him by the river. But he notices Sejanus wears a smile on his face, a small one, one you don’t notice unless you pay attention. But Coriolanus knows Sejanus better than anyone else, and sees it.

Sejanus once told him that, while he loved their secret place, the strong smell of the flowers - which Coriolanus couldn’t name even if he tried - bothered him, making him sneeze at all times. Allergies, maybe. But that didn’t stop them from keeping on coming back there, anytime they could.

Sejanus often felt sick, Coriolanus noticed, and not only physically. When his body was in perfect shape then it was his mind that slipped away, in dark places, from which he escaped only by talking to Coriolanus. And Coriolanus would let him, always, whenever he needed. But he didn’t speak to him all the time, and that had him worrying. Did Sejanus feel this way more often than he’d tell? 

Sejanus loved sleeping under the sun, he said it made him feel safe, warm. Coriolanus hopes the sun brightening his face never goes away. It’s why Coriolanus brought him here, after the so-called ceremony, he knows this is where Sejanus would have wanted to sleep. Their secret shared spot he loved so much. 

Coriolanus knows that Sejanus was calm now, hand on his chest, now that the flower’s smell couldn’t make him sick anymore. Nothing could, not even the bruises around his neck that were starting to turn a dark shade of purple.

Sejanus was a sick child. And Coriolanus couldn’t help but see it that way when he pressed record. Coriolanus was happy, because he was sure that was going to cure his sick child.

“I’m sorry.” Coriolanus says, kissing Sejanus’ cold, dead, lips.

here's the poem, if you're interested <3

It’s a green hollow where a river sings/Madly catching white tatters in the grass./Where the sun on the proud mountain rings:/It’s a little valley, foaming like light in a glass.

A conscript, open-mouthed, his bare head/And bare neck bathed in the cool blue cress,/Sleeps: stretched out, under the sky, on grass,/Pale where the light rains down on his green bed.

Feet in the yellow flags, he sleeps. Smiling/As a sick child might smile, he’s dozing./Nature, rock him warmly: he is cold.

The scents no longer make his nostrils twitch:/He sleeps in the sunlight, one hand on his chest,/Tranquil. In his right side, there are two red holes.

[applcrumbl]

Winnie

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader Warning: none I think - just sad sad times Authors Note: ye I’m crying too. Part 3 next :(

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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He wished he’d died. Even that would have been better than this.

Perhaps that was the hardest part about becoming The Winter Soldier. The forgetting. The remembering, and then the forgetting again. The only glimpse of hope was when he would think of them for a brief second before the electricity shocked the memory away. The only part of his body which had touched his young daughter had been ripped from him and replaced with a murderous hunk of metal.

He was unsure of where he was. It felt like years had passed, but for all he knew it could have only been days.

The only hope of seeing his wife and daughter again was imaginary. Bucky had resorted to calling Y/N his wife. After all, he couldn’t remember for certain if they were married or not. He recalled a ring on her finger but no ceremony.

What a terrible husband he was. What she would think of his if she knew he was still alive. Would she be ashamed of what he had done. Mad that he broke their promise. Or would she simply be thankful to see him again. Bucky prayed for the latter.

He prayed for his daughter - however old she would be now. He prayed that they were safe at home in Indiana. He prayed there was a picture of him on the mantlepiece next to his Father’s. It was selfish, but he prayed Y/N had never taken another lover.

It was hard not to get carried away when he prayed. He would never admit it to anyone but he often found himself dreaming of his family. There was a lot of time to think in the ice, and Bucky did not use it sparingly. There were some things he thought of so often, he was unsure if they were true or not.

He thought of the farm in Indiana - Where his parents grew up. He saw Y/N there, she was younger, around 7. They played together in the wheat. Cartwheeling down the hill as Bucky shot his toy gun. He remembered them playing ‘house’. He was the breadwinning father, and she was the housewife, raising their baby daughter. She would always protest, saying that she should be the one to do the hunting, as she was taller.

It was strange how real it felt. Considering they met at 16 in New York City. Y/N had never once set foot in Indiana. In fact, she’d never even left the State.

But Bucky pretended anyways. Hours of imagining their Senior Prom. How ridiculous he looked in his father’s old suit. He could have sworn this one was real, but the ending got foggy. It was the night He had told Y/N he had signed up for the 107th regiment. He thinks they broke up after that.

That wasn’t what he chose to replay though. In his Cryofreeze contemplation, he watched their life from behind his eyes. The life that had he been given the chance, he would take in an instant. He never joined the war, He didn’t care about what was thought. He didn’t listen to the insults. instead, they ran away. At 25, a small wedding in beige and white. Just the two of them and the minister. He unfastened the pearl necklace around her neck and laid her in their marital bed. Not long after, Winnie came along, and he stayed. He raised her. He got to be her father.

They sat in the same field from when they were children, the sun setting as they relaxed. He no longer cared about what was real and what was fake. He only cared that his wife and child were with him. Y/N laid out a red picnic blanket, and he helped set the meal she had made. Winnie danced around an old oak tree, the wind blowing through her curly hair.

“Come eat, Honey” Y/N’s angelic voice spoke. He never recalled her calling anyone that.

Bucky didn’t worry though. He instead took a bit of the grilled cheese sandwich she had made. The hunger overtook him as he practically devoured it whole. Y/N gave him a look.

“I’m starved.” he laughed, crumbs falling from his mouth. “Haven’t eaten in ages.”

“You were Longing for it, were you”

He smiled, as Winnie came to sit on his lap. He grunted stiffly as he sat upright. God he was getting old.

“Bit rusted aren’t you, darling. “ She cooed, “Not seventeen anymore are we?”

“Definitely not”

Y/N laid a head on his shoulder, gazing up to the orange sun which was nestling itself between the trees. “I wish we could stay here until daybreak,” she stated, “but we’d get too cold”

“Are you cold?” He asked her. Grinning cheekily because he knew the answer. He himself was starting to feel different. Yet, nothing took importance over his two best girls.

“Do you think an outdoor furnace exists?” She asked, “Somebody should get on that, I’m freezing.”

“You’re always freezing”

“That is very true, Buck. Though I’d need nine to even feel something.”

His face contorted, She’d never called him that? “Buck? That’s a new one”

“Its benign-”

“Y/N?” He asked, worried. Something was wrong. He could feel it. “Winnie, where are you?”

Bucky looked around for any sign of his young daughter, but she had disappeared. He called again.

“Homecoming”

“What does that mean?.” He begged, a tightness forming in his chest. “Y/N, Where is Winnie?”

“One”

He stood up, pulling his wife to her feet. Tears streamed down her face as she spoke one last time before the world around him melted.

“Freight Car”

His eyes snapped open.

[booblebopz]

The Spider and the Gourd

Chapter 1

"Star, when are you gonna cook for me?” Shana whined.

Star rolled her eyes at her short friend, who pouted at her like a child as she leaned on her kitchen island. “Never with you begging like that. Why does everybody keep asking me that?”

“I don't know. You always watching those foodie youtube channels. Plus Elderess Sanders always said you made delicious crab cakes.”

“ Yeah but that was Grandma. Just cause she liked them doesn't mean they're good.”

“Don't you work at Carl's? You're not cooking there?"

“No.I just wait on people. I'm only there cause Grandma asked."

“You should try making something for someone other than yourself. Maybe you'll be good at it.”

Star ignored her and decided to start washing dishes. Everybody she knew got this strange notion that she knew how to cook well. That the food she made was delicious.

It wasn't like she looked like she ate good; she was tall and had some meat on her;mostly on her thighs and behind. She looked like she burned more calories than having consumed them.

It was a weird thing people assumed about her and Grandma didn't help it. She thought her being a chef was the perfect career path.

Star was too scared to try. She was scared not of failure–but of finding emptiness, an illusion of sucess, of placement in this world. She often felt like her name: far far away, stuck in the sky, afraid of falling and never landing anywhere.

Despite her existential numbness, she felt she was doing OK for herself, keeping Grandmas' house and now working at Carl's. It was to honor Grandma who was trying to get her over there for years.

Shana picked up Grandmas' jewelry box. She always kept it in the kitchen. Don't you worry bout it, she always said when Star asked why. She only told her to wear something from it whenever she left the house.

Shana was given free access to the jewlrey box as well. She opened it and gently fingered the bracelets and rings. “I can't believe it's already been a month.” Her voice was soft. "How you holding up?"

Star sighed. “I wake myself up talking to her. Responding to something she's said, only I don't remember what it was. It's like she's still here but just in the next room or the corner of my eye.”

Shana nodded, tears in her eyes. They both sat in silence, and Star felt safe to let the quiet tears run down her face without being consoled or hushed with "It's OK," and "She's in a better place."

Shana always knew how to hold space for Star. Her capacity to understand her was what made them friends for so long.

When the sadness passed over the both of them, Star asked, “What are you doing this weekend?”

“I'm going upstate remember?”

“That's this weekend? I need you to do my hair.”

“Uh-uh, I been on your ass about getting that blonde weave out, now you gotta do it yourself. Looking like a busted Beyonce. Speaking of busted, I seen the weirdest shit the other day. This skinny woman was on the edge of the creek biting a tree.”

“What?”

“She was just taking a bite out of it like a sandwich. I never seen anyone a skinny as she was. Looked like Beloved.”

“Who?”

“Please, Star, I know Elderess Sanders let you watch some movies. Anyways keep your eye out for any weirdos."

"Allright." Star looked at the jewelry box. "Take this with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I don't know. I feel you should take it. Maybe good luck or something."

"You don't have to tell me twice!"

With her hair up in a honey colored bun (edges hidden under a silk pink scarf,) Star worked the counter at Carl's Old-Timey Diner. It was crowded as usual, people bustling in from work and out to party.

What was unusual was this song stuck in her head. It trickled into the diner from the cool evening and wormed it's way into her head. Something from a movie? An old Rihanna song?

“Nice tune.”

She looked up from collecting dishes to see a woman at the edge of the counter, caressing a teacup full of something red. Thin, with rich brown skin, her eyes were hidden under black bangs, the rest of her hair cascading down a loose maroon dress. Only lips painted black and high cheekbones were visible.

Disheveled is the word in Stars' head. Needing fixing. She honestly looked like she came out of a Tyler Perry horror--but something about her made Star want to see her eyes.

“Is the food good here? I'm starving.” Her voice rasped like a smokers.

“Yes ma'am it is. Best pecan pies you'll find around.”

“Give me three of them,” She said softly.

A command. It stirred something warm deep within Star. The mysterious song echoed there, and before she knew it she layed out three huge pecan pies.

The woman began to eat.

Star was ripped away by a group of teens ordering chicken and waffles but whenever she could she would glance at this woman quietly shovel fork after fork of pecan pie into her mouth.

Star took her break. She returned and saw the woman still seated, with the pie tins neatly piled in front of her.

She smiled at Star, and waved her over.

“Water,” she said. Immediately a hiccup jerked through her body causing her breasts, which Star never noticed before, to slightly bounce. It was cute.

Star brought a pint full of water for her. The woman smiled again, hiccuped, then began to slowly gulp down the water.

Star felt compelled to watch the water go down her throat, the loud gulps…tantalizing.

Whats wrong with me? Why am I feeling…

"Your name?" The woman interrupted her. She had been finished for a while and was smiling at her. Her voice was no longer raspy, but clear, mellow. A song.

“Star.”

The woman brushed her bangs aside. Large brown eyes gaze upon Star. Reading. Examining. Her lips, fuller now, curled into a smile. “What are you doing this weekend?”

[sir-arlieosaurus-lung-struggler]

the holidays are always really fucking weird, i dont like many of them but specifically December is just- ew

Anyway ill just thro my mini pitty party real quick:

These song explains how I feel about christmas time *perfectly*

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas by mother mother (christmas playlist)

From heres basically a trauma dump about being in the hospital, but i typically talk about this in a tone more like "oh yea! i nearly died lmao"

When i was like, just turning 6 I had 💫pneumonia💫 & needed to go to the 💫hospital💫. So I spent like, 12/11-31/15 in the hospital. along the way i had these treats happen (not really in order, 💜=story from family member, ❤=i actually remember this)

💜being diagnosed by my sisters 16 yo boyfriend by looking at my gums, whereas medical staff took 4 days

❤Some mcdonalds, cool auntys banana bread, jello & making popin cookin sets w/ my older sister

💜a 5 day medically induced coma

lung surgery therefor cool fuckin scars on my back (WHICH I CANT FUCKING SHOW ANYONE CAUSE I WAS CURSED W/ TITS AND 2/3 ARE UNDER MY BRA)

💜waking up from said coma periodically only to say "im scared" w/ my mom trying to comfort me but i had ear shit going on

💜Finnaly actually woke up, yelled "IM DEAD", which is reportadly the scariest shit my dad has ever heard, my mom asks if i hurt, i say yes, she like "ur not dead honey" again i was 6 & in & out of a coma 😂 (idk why but I've always found that story funny)

💜my parents being thretened w/ truancy by my dumbass school

❤Christmas, I had *2* mini christmas trees in my hospital room 💅 1 was cool but my cool uncle & aunty got me a pink 1 which I still have to this day as a lamp

💜only trusting 1 of my doctors cause he looked like my grandfather who'd been deceased for 2years at that point

❤💜going on walks around the kids floor in a wheelchair & stealing a little gingerbread beanie baby ornament but they didnt care so they just let me keep it & i still have it somehwere.

💜my mom met a lady who had a son who was a few months old & they didnt expect to live past a couple weeks but he *did* (more on that later)

💜had food in the cafeteria and i proceeded to rub the pizza i got *into my hair*. My response? "Its just cheese" my family and I quote that to this day lmao.

💜being reverted to a toddler for a good minute (someone asked my age i said i was 3, i was not) & needing to relearn walking, talking, the little bit of reading i knew & getting into a shower w/out being scared of being pulled down the drain

❤said dude who asked my age worked at the hospital cafeteria & we visited him after most of my appointments. miss u uncle (that was what he went by), wish u well. Dont know where he since covid cause the part of the building cafeteria was in was torn down.

❤and after all that later and i got releaced on new years eve :>

results:

From there forward i had a 20-30minute nebulizer to do every 4 hours (which my parents had to wake up at like 2am for a half hour for), 2 twice daily inhailers, 2 nasil sprays, "the tire" (tastes like shit and makes me feel anxious) (that isnt even all of it my mom counted 8 meds at one point) and i slowly dropped them year by year till they had me down to just rescue inhailer as needed & if my lungs r really shit for a min i go on the tire. (Tire=prednisolone but what 6 year old is remembering that name lol)

specialist appointments every week, then 2 weeks, then every month, 3 months, 6 months, now im at checkup every year and check in as needed

"Look whos inside again" by bo burnham is my life in a nutshell

To this day the smell of a consentrated area of hand sanatizer just has me stop in my tracks lol.

seeing a picture of tiny me on my parents facebook feed yearly of me unconscious in a hospital bed w/ tubes in mah face

couple of close friend i met post hospital (keep in mind i was like 7) didn't believe me so i ran around the playground cursing them the fuck out (never did get in trouble for that 😂) ((I still talk to 1 of them shes cool))

Idk where to put this but about that kid I was talking about before, I found out last year around this time he had just died- of 💫pneumonia💫. yea that fucked me up for a good minute, he was around 6 too which didn't help, I never even met the kid and I still had a weird form of survivors guilt.

Anyway have a merry fucking christmas i really dont get this holiday lol, treat yourself kindly, feel free to be the grinch you are and explain in detail why u hate the holidays u arent alone lol

[liviavanrouge]

Becoming Queen pt 1

Livia: *Walks through the rain, flicking her ear*

Kalim: *Follows behind her with Azul, a wheezing Ruggie leaning against him*

Ruggie: Re...st...ne....ed...res...t

Azul: There's a dry spot over there...

Livia: *Walks after Kalim and shakes herself off when she reached the tree*

Ruggie: *Coughs and wheezes, gripping his chest* Sor...ry...guy...s

Epel: Oh, he's getting worse...just great

Livia: *Perks up, noticing one of them was missing* Guys....where's Jack?

Azul: *Looks to his left then right* HE WAS RIGHT BESIDE ME!!

Livia: Kalim, did you see where he went?

Livia: *Looks over finding Kalim and Ruggie gone* Huh-

Azul: Epels gone too!

Livia: *Looks away sharply alarmed* Epel!? Kalim! Jack!!

Azul: *Perks up when a throwing dart flew past his shoulder* YIKES!!!

Azul: *Quickly hides in the strawberry bushes nearby, keeping low to the ground*

Livia: *Perks up remembering the Fae Jaguars from the Hidden Village did this*

Livia: GIVE ME BACK MY FRIENDS AND COME OUT!!! IF YOU ARE FAE JAGUARS I WILL THWACK YOU TILL YOU'RE BLACK, RED, PURPLE AND BLUE!!!!!!!!!

???: That's quite violent...

Livia: *Gasps as an Oni human appeared in front of her*

???: I'm Jinx

Livia: *Snaps her teeth at him, forcing him back*

Jinx: Woah, feisty...

Livia: *Glares at him snarling, Azul peeking out from behind her wing* Where's. My. FRIENDS!

Jinx: *Points behind him at her unconscious friends cocooned in vines*

Livia: *Snarls at Jinx* You should know I don't like them touched.

Jinx: Apologies, let me reintroduce myself, I am Jinx one of the guards of the Yokai and Martial Arts Village

Jinx: I saw that you all were passing by so I planned on knocking you all out but seems I was caught...

Livia: I had an experience with the fae jaguars similar to this.

Jinx: Ah! I see!! No wonder you knew, we learned lots from that village they're very kind...

Livia: Kind isn't exactly in my dictionary for some of them

Jinx: Do you have family there

Livia: My grandmother, Honey, and my cousin, Lenia....

Jinx: *Perks up, his face reddening* H-Hehe h-how is Lenia?

Livia: *Perks up feeling a strong wave of love emitting from the male* She's good...

Jinx: Good! That's...that's good, I'm glad

Livia: Oh wait! YOU'RE JINX! The one she was rambling about!

Jinx: She...rambled about me...

Livia: *Nods* She's actually worried for you and your people and hopes she can see you again

Jinx: *Smiles slightly* She's always been like that....she has a right to worry..

Azul: What's there to worry about?

Jinx: Our current queen....well queens..only two though, they're very...incompetent and they don't care about the village....

Jinx: The martial arts school was shut down, Yokai are losing their homes, martial artists are losing their love for martial arts....there's no food, no money to buy things...

Azul: That's terrible! No money!? How could anyone live like that!??

Jinx: It's been ten years since they became rulers...

Livia: You said there's TWO queens, are they married-

Jinx: *Shakes his head* They're sisters, one takes the throne for half a year then the other gets it for the rest of the year...

Livia: I see...

Jinx: Anyone can become king or queen or prince or princess if you have the qualifications for it

Livia: Well, seems like ruler standards aren't that good if those two are on the throne

Azul: Agreed-

Livia: WAIT!!

Azul: *Looks at her alertly* What is it!?

Livia: Ruggie!! We were looking for the village to heal Ruggie!!

Jinx: *Glances at Livias friends* Which is Ruggie?

Livia: The hyena right there, with the brown ears...

Jinx: *Looks at her* What's wrong with him?

Azul: He got sprayed by some kind of flower, it was purple with red pollen inside, the stem was black with red thorns

Jinx: Oh a Deathberry Flower, yeah, he needs help and quick!

Jinx: *Whistles, causing several Oni to come out* The hyena needs medical attention STAT! Take the rest to the town square and wake them up!!

Livia: *Watches her friends get carried away, twitching uncomfortably at the sight*

Jinx: *Smiles at her* We can follow them, come on

Livia: *Rushes after her unconscious friends, Azul following behind her*

Jinx: *Catches up to the two*

Livia: Tell me more about what's going on?

Jinx: Well the queens have made several unfair decrees, it's worsening everything going on

Jinx: They've cut off trading, stopped us from celebrating special events, everything had gotten overly gloomy but nobody wants to leave because this is our home...

Jinx: If we leave we're abandoning the place we know best, where our roots were settled, we'd be cowards if we ran

Livia: You'd be surviving....but I understand..

Azul: *Perks up, his eyes wide* Holy Sevens..

Livia: *Looks forward, her eyes wide at the state everything was in* Oh....no..

???: *Runs up to Livia, looking hopeful* Hungry!

Livia: *Flattens her ears back looking down at the child guilty* I don't have anything, I'm sorry...

Livia: *Watches the child run off then looks down, gently kicking a rock away*

Azul: *Looks at Jinx* Livia is weak against kids, she just can't turn away from them...

Jinx: *Nods, looking understanding* Me neither....

Jinx: Come on, the medical station is over here

Livia: *Walks after him, looking at everything*

Azul: It's awful here....

Livia: *Nods, looking at the Yokai and Martial artists wandering about* Something needs to be done about this...

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club @pekoetiikapu @teddymochi

[trickstertime]

Oh boy, time to info dump! Hey @cyberphuck I don't know if anyone told you but what you're doing is a type of Mind Palace (yea, like sherlock) called the method of loci but you're doing it at a very impressive level.

The fun thing for people reading this is that anyone can do this. I'm very dyslexic and didn't know the months in order till I learned how to do it and memorised them in an hour at age 25. I can give you the months and the numbers of them too, plus I can say them forwards or backwards.

The basic idea is that human are very very good at remembering route they take or places they've been, so you assign things to a place or route you know.

The easiest one is to put rhyming words to numbers: one = bun(ny), two =shoe, three = tree, four=door, five = (bee) hive, six = sticks, seven = heaven(ly light), eight = gate, nine = lion, and zero is a circular hole in the ground.

So, what you then do is get a route you know well, say, going home from work or school and assign things to notable parts of the route, like a corner or traffic lights.

Bear with me this is long but worth it: take a route you walk. In your mind, go to the start of your route and imagine as strongly as you can that, when you leave, you bump into a massive tree just outside. There wasn't a tree there before, your hair gets tangled in the branches and it leaves sap on your cloths, the stickiness is very annoying but it smells nice. You walk around it and when you reach the street (or the next marker in your mind) there's an enormous bunny on the path, it's absolutely huge and chewing loudly, it's friendly though and you pet it's fur which is lovely and soft. You continue on but there's a door at the next notable part. Like, just there. set up on the street. A wooden door. It's old and the paint is flaking off, it's swinging slightly open and when you walk through it creaks loudly and the paint flakes off a little bit but it bumps against something on the other side, you look through and there's another bunny behind it but it's dressed in a top hat and fancy jacket, some of the paint gets on its jacket and it's slightly bothered but you apologise and it's huffs but let's you know its ok. That was weird. You walk on a little further and on the corner you hear buzzing. There's a bee hive and it's dripping with honey. So much so it's spilling onto the street. You have to carefully step through the honey, the bees don't mind but the smell is overwhelming in a pleasent way and the honey gets on the soles of your shoes. However when you go around you get the fright of your life. There's a god damn lion laying in the honey behind it lazily licking up the honey. It says 'I'd be lion if I said I didn't like honey', you laugh politely and walk on. At the next part of your journey you see clown shoes facing you on the ground but they're the longest ones you've ever seen and they're kinda propped up from behind. They kinda look like bowling shoes but, like, ridiculously long even for clown shoes and they stink!!! As you pass them you see that they're propped up on sticks that are waaaaay to thin for the weight they're holding. There's a bunch of broken sticks on the ground too where whoever was propping them up obviously tried a few different sticks. You continue on and at the next point of your trip you come across another hive but it's enormous. Like, size of a car on its end enormous. No bees though. Weird. The other bees would probably prefer it though it's kind of papery. As you pass it you see its attached to a tiny tree. It's like someone shot it with a shrink ray. It's perfectly preportioned like a big tree but the tree is comicly small. Then you go home and eat some pie.

Now, if you can manage to assign that to a route, placing the various weird things you saw to notable portions making sure to take your time and imagine them as strongly and clearly as possible, then congratulations, you just memorised pi to 9 decimal places. The tree is 3, the bun(ny) is 1, the door is 4 and so on. The really cool thing is that, because it's a route in your mind, you can walk backwards along the route and recall pi backwards from 9 decimal places

This works for pretty much anything just once you can come up with some memorable nonsense. The weirder and more vivid it is the better. It's also where we get the phrase 'in the first place' cuz it comes from people memorising stuff and placing important information at places in their mind and usually the most important is placed at the first place

movies where someone hears an important message only once and retains all the details….

girl if that were me, we’d be fucked. I have to reread emails like 4 times.

[typhos-c-dragon]

Hatchetfield OC emoji ask game!! (redux)

Hey folks, I polished up this old ask game of mine bc I wanted to do it again! Feel free to rb if you'd like to do this yourself! Remember to list out your ocs in the tags if you're playing, and specify which oc the question's about if you're sending in asks! I, personally, will be taking asks for my four ocs, Jasper Mckenzie, Ramona "Mo" Phillips, Neferata, and Nicolas Agresta-Chaput.

⭐ - Does your HF oc have a Touch of the Gift? If so, what's their power, and does anyone else know about it? If not, do they know anybody with a Touch of the Gift?

👪 - Does your HF oc have any relations to any canon HF characters, be it familial, platonic, romantic, or what have you?

🎵 - How would your HF oc have been infected during the events of TGWDLM?

🍯 - What does your HF oc do to celebrate the Honey Festival? If applicable, would they ever enter the Honey Queen pageant?

😈 - Which Lord in Black would be most likely to target your HF oc?

⛺ - Did your HF oc ever go to Camp Idonwannabang? If so, what was that like for them?

🪓 - On a scale of 1-10, how much does your HF oc enjoy living in Hatchetfield?

🤢 - What are your HF oc's thoughts on Clivesdale? Do they hate it as passionately as the rest of the town seems to, or are they just kind of ambivalent? Or- god forbid, do they actually feel positively towards the town on the other side of the Nantucket?

🎭 - If your HF oc were to appear in Hatchetfield canon, which cast member would you want to play them?

📝 - Did your HF oc go to Hatchetfield High or Sycamore?

🤓 - What is/was your HF oc like during high school? Were they considered cool, or just another nerdy prude? Did/do they have any teachers they were particularly fond of? Any notable clubs they were in?

👻 - Does your HF oc believe in any of the local Witchwood legends?

💰 - How would your HF oc have handled the events of Black Friday? How hard would they have fallen into Wiggly mania? Would they have survived?

💀 - How privy is your HF oc to the darker goings-on around town, like the shady work of CCRP or the Church of the Starry Children?

🌁 - Does your HF oc have any kind of reputation around town? Have they ever been the subject of townie gossip, or the center of a well-known town story, ala "Becky Barnes climbed a tree and stayed there for two days"?

✍️ - Have you written or are you planning to write any fics about your HF oc?

❗- Just name a random fun fact about your HF oc! It can be anything!

[niccymo]

The ‘Spice of Life’✨ Legacy Challenge

Sometimes playing the sims can get a little stale, and somewhat repetitive, especially The Sims 4. I know I can get stuck playing the same stories over and over again, so I decided to create this challenge to add a little excitement and variety to my, and hopefully your, game-play!

After all, variety is the spice of life!

Gen 1: The Wild Child

You’re a sim who loves to get down, go on adventures and spend time with other sims! You can be a bit of a handful for some sims, but that’s okay! You’ve been wild since the day you were born and you wouldn’t want to be any other way. You have about a million things you want to do in your life time and you’re gonna do them all!

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Traits: Dance Machine, Adventurous, Outgoing

Generation rules / goals:

Join the secret agent career and get to the top of it before your sim becomes an elder

Once your sim is an elder have them start a new job, keep them on their toes!

Complete the Friend of the Animals aspiration

Master the Dance & Pet training skills throughout your sims lifetime

Have five animals in your sims house-hold at one time (these should be cats, dogs, raccoon, foxes, etc.) - you don’t always have to have five but you should at some point

Have you sim have at least 10 friends and having a falling out with one of them and become enemies

Have a best-friend that is NOT your partner / spouse

Have your sim go out at least once every weekend to either the club, the bar or somewhere else they can dance! They’re a dance machine remember!

Your sim can have as many children as you like, but keep in mind that they have a lot of animals in the house

You must have at least one child in order for them to become heir, they can be adopted or biological, it doesn’t matter!

Go on at least two family vacations, one of these must be to Mt. Komorebi

Have your sim be a very relaxed parent, no rules, no pressure to get good grades, etc. (Parenthood is needed for this but if you don’t have it that’s okay just do your best without it!) 

Gen 2: The Money Maker

Your parent was the coolest! but you always wished there was more structure in your life. You’re a perfectionist, and truth be told a little materialistic, but that doesn’t make you a bad person! You love to hangout with friends, playing video games and chatting about the latest Sci-Fi movies. From the time you were a child you knew you wanted the best things in life and were determined to work your butt off to get them! 

Aspiration: Mansion Baron

Traits: Perfectionist, Geek, Materialistic

Generation rules / goals:

Have your sim start working as a teenager to save up for their future house

Complete the Mansion Baron inspiration

Reach the max level of the Business Career in either the Investor or Management branch (although the Investor branch makes a bit more money!)

Master the video gaming skill throughout your sims lifetime

Have your sim start their own club once in their teens with ‘Play video games’ as the main activity. Keep this club going throughout your sims life and try to have a club meeting once a week 

Make your sim go to GeekCon whenever they can, once they have kids bring them along as well!

Have a hobby that can make you money - kind of like a side job. Whatever skill you choose (painting, flower arranging, etc.) master it

Once your sim completes their Mansion Baron aspiration have dinner parties once a week - Your sim is materialistic and they want to show off the nice house they’ve worked so hard for!

Once your sim becomes an elder have them retire and focus only on hobbies and relaxation (only once they’re reached the max level in their career though)

Gen 3: The Tree Hugger

You grew up in a wealthy household with pretty much everything you could have wanted. You had a great childhood and your admired your parents work ethic, although you knew that when you grew up you wanted to do something more meaningful for the world than investing. So you packed up your bags as soon as you hit young adulthood and moved to Evergreen Harbour

Aspiration: Eco Innovator

Traits: Green Fiend, Vegetarian, Good

Generation rules / goals:

Your sim should be a vegetarian as soon as they hit their teenage years

As a teen your sims should also start their own garden and begin working on their gardening skill

Your sim should complete the Eco Innovator aspiration within their lifetime

Master the Gardening skill throughout your sims lifetime

Master the Juice Fizzing skill throughout your sims lifetime

Join and reach the max level of the Civil Designer career

Your sim should live as sustainably as possible for this generation, this includes owning a bee box, having a dew collector and recycling with the home recycling machine

Have your sim marry someone as Eco-friendly as you bonus points if it’s Knox lol

Have an at home, eco friendly wedding in your sims backyard / yard. Having the wedding cake be a honey cake, get creative with it!

Adopt an animal that’s not a typical pet (raccoon, fox, etc.) your sim found this little buddy while dumpster diving and bonded instantly

Gen 4: The Undecided

You grew up with a parent and grandparent who accomplished great things; they were sims who worked hard and stuck to their guns. You have always been..well a bit different. You can’t even decide what you want for breakfast, let alone pick a career or spouse. This makes you jealous of others like your parent and grandparent who you believe have their life together.

Aspiration: You must change your sims aspiration 3 times during their life but never complete one, not even their childhood one.

Traits: Non-committal, Jealous, Erratic

Generation rules / goals: 

Join and quit scouts as a kid; get about halfway through before you quit

Have your sim join at least two jobs as a teenager. They can join and quit more if you like

Get your sim to level 5 of at least three skill during their lifetime before they quit those as well

Change your sims career multiple times, making sure they never reach the top of any career

Get your sim married, and divorced...twice. It’s up to you whether you sim ends up finding someone to stay with. However, your sim must have only have one child from all of their relationships.

Have your sim have an affair during one of their relationships. It’s up to you whether the partner finds out about this or not

Your sim must lose their relationship with the Gen 3 sim (their parent) after a big fight over Gen 4′s jealousy issue. Your sim should never speak to that parent again

Your sim must never be best friends or true lovers with anyone; they are non-committal and that means no matter how much they care for another sim they feel somewhat unsure about every relationship

Gen 5: The Vampire Groupie

Your childhood was less than ideal, although your parent loved you they had a lot of their own problems and that left you pretty lonely at times. Your solace was a particular vampire movie about a sim who falls in love with a vampire. “That could be me,” you though, “That WILL be me.” So when you become a young adult you take everything you have and leave in search of your dream life in Forgotten Hollow, the only problem with your plan is that you’re just a bit squeamish... okay a lot

Aspiration: Master Vampire

Traits: Romantic, Family Oriented, Squeamish 

Generation rules / goals: 

Your sim should watch a lot of movies as a child and teen. Of course your sim loves that particular vampire movie that definitely doesn’t rhyme with Highlight, but really they love all movies

As soon as your sim becomes a young adult move them into Forgotten Hollow

Meet and start a relationship with a vampire of your choice; you can put a sim from the gallery in your game or date Caleb Vatore, Lilith Vatore, or even Vlad Straud if you want!

I think this goes without saying but your sim should be turned into a vampire for this generation lol

Complete the Master Vampire Aspiration

You can have any career for this generation, it doesn’t matter!

Master the Vampire Lore skill throughout your sims lifetime

Master the Pipe Organ skill throughout your sims lifetime

Start a ‘Vampire Club’ with only other vampires present, you can use this club to do any kind of vampire activity - however, since you left your old life behind, these sims are your only friends

Your sim is squeamish so they personally choose not to drink other sims blood unless absolutely necessary, this means your sim must grow and sustain a garden full of plasma plants

Once your sim obtains a plasma fruit (and two garlic) they can prepare a Sunlight Reversal Cocktail if they like, that way they can go into the sun during the day; this isn’t required though

Your sim must have at least three kids. One of these children should NOT be a vampire. This will be the heir. If all of your children are born vampires you can use a mods to make them human. I recommend MC Command Center, which you can find here: https://deaderpool-mccc.com/#/releases

I also recommend this mod: https://modthesims.info/d/589300/child-vampire-manifestation-v1-9.html which basically makes it so that child vampires can perform any vampire actions, just like teens, young adults, etc.

Gen 6: The Beach Bum

Your parents are absolutely wonderful, but are weird. In fact, you’re convinced that you’re the only sane one out of your whole family. You love them but who in the right mind would want to live the life of a vampire? You knew early on that the vampire life was not for you, and thank goodness you just so happened to be the only sibling born human! I guess you can thank those recessive genes. You want to live the Beach Life, spending your days out in the sun and working to conserve the beautiful island of Sulani!

Aspiration: Beach Life

Traits: Child of the Ocean, Loves the Outdoors, Free Trait / You can pick your sims third trait!

Generation rules / goals:

Your sim must move to Sulani as a young adult and spend their whole life there

Reach the max level of the Conservationist Career

Complete the Beach Life aspiration

Befriend as least one mermaid - your sim can become a mermaid to if they want but it’s not necessary

Marry someone who already lives on Sulani as well

Have your sim live in a house on the beach at least once during your their life

Complete the sea shell collection

Spend ALOT of time outside; fish, ski-do, tan on the beach - your sim loves the outdoors and the Sulani sun, anything they can do outside they will

Keep a close relationship between your sim and their parents & siblings - even though they don’t love the vampire life they love their family

Gen 7: The Tinkerer

You’ve always been a homebody, hanging out in your house on the computer and tinkering with things in the home. Your parent was always nagging you to go outside and play as a kid. As soon as you were old enough to hold a wrench you were fixing things. You knew when you became a young adult you wanted to go to Foxbury Institute and learn to program and create robots!

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Traits: Genius, The other two traits can be anything you choose!

Generation rules / goals:

* For this generation I ABSOLUTELY recommend this mod which shortens university. It just makes it sooo much easier to complete a degree: https://modthesims.info/d/646803/shorter-university-degrees.html *

Your sim should spend a lot of time inside as a kid, using the computer, reading books, playing video games

Have your sim complete the Whiz Kid aspiration as a child

Master the Logic skill throughout your sims lifetime

Master the Robotics skill throughout your sims lifetime

Master the Handiness skill throughout your sims lifetime

Once your sim becomes a teenager they should be the one who fixes ANYTHING broken within the household

In order for your sim to attend Foxbury Institute for a Computer Science degree your sim must have certain skills (such as computer programming, robotics, etc.) since it is a distinguished degree. You’ll need to work on these skills as a teen to have a chance to be excepted there. If you don’t feel like having your sim work on those skills as a teen your sim can attend Britechester University but they should still work on the robotics skill!

Complete the Computer Whiz aspiration

Graduate university with a degree in Computer Science

Live in a modern style house in any world

Gen 8: The Believer

Your parent has always been a technological genius, creating artificial intelligence. But you’ve always known that science wasn’t needed for there to be fantastical things in this world. No one else in your family believes your crazy ideas about alien but hey, you once heard that your great grandparents were vampires, so it could be possible! Sure you’re a little erratic but you’re determined to prove the existence of aliens, and befriend them. How will you do this? Well by becoming an iron pumping, rocket building astronaut of course!

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Traits: Athletic, Self-Assured, You can pick your sims third trait!

Generation rules / goals:

You sim must join and reach the top of the Astronaut career

Your sim must live in Oasis Springs

Have your sim complete the Body Builder aspiration - astronauts have to be strong after all!

Master the Rocket Science skill

Your sim will unlock a rocket when they reach level 10 of their career (the rocket can either be the Apollo Rocket - unlocked though the Space Ranger branch of the astronaut career, or the Retro Rocket - unlocked through the Interstellar Smuggler branch. You can choose which rocket you want)  but honestly who wants to wait for that, so as soon as your sim gets to level 5 of their career use cheats to unlock the rocket and start building!

Once your sim has completed their rocket you must level up their Rocket Science skill to level 10 and then install the Wormhole Generator upgrade. This will allow you to travel to Sixam and meet aliens!

Your sim must befriend and marry an alien they meet on Sixam. If you don’t like that particular alien you can either come back to Sixam or open CAS and edit them, either is fine.

Have your sim have a baby with their new alien spouse. Only have ONE baby.

If your sims baby is born NOT an alien you can use cheats to make them one. MC Command Center can be used for this and is linked above for Generation 5

Gen 9: The Star of Sixam

You’re an alien and you’ve proud of it! You loved listening to your alien parent tell stories of your home world and knew that when you grew up you wanted to make your relatives on Sixam proud. The best way to do this is of course to become the most famous alien musician the Sim world has ever seen!

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Traits: Self-Assured, Perfectionist, Music Lover

Generation rules / goals: 

Your sim must NEVER wear their disguise unless absolutely necessary - they are very proud to be an alien and they don’t see any reason to hide that

As a child your sim should complete the Artistic Prodigy aspiration

Master the Violin skill throughout your sims lifetime

Master the Piano skill throughout your sims lifetime

Your can have your sim master the Singing skill throughout their lifetime if you want, but it isn’t necessary

When your sim becomes a young adult move them to San Myshuno, where their musical dreams can really take off!

Have your sim busk for money in San Myshuno at least 5 times

Have your sim reach the max level in the Musician branch of the Entertainer career

Your sim should marry or be with someone who is also musically interested - you can enter CAS and cheat this or create your sims partner

It doesn't matter how many children your sim has for this generation, but the heir should NOT be an alien - you can use MC Command Center to make them human if you need to

Gen 10: The Apprehensive Actress / Actor  AKA the Final Generation!

You grew up in a VERY artistic household, with parents who were both interested in music and one parent who made a huge career of it. You love acting and knew your parent was ecstatic when you started showing interest in acting as a teen. Unfortunately you don’t really like the idea of being famous...

Aspiration: Master Actress / Actor

Traits: Loner, Good, Creative

Generation rules / goals:

Your sim is an artistic child, however we aren’t gonna worry about completing the Artistic Prodigy aspiration as a child because we did that last generation - you can do it if you want though!

When your sim becomes a teen they should begin working on their acting skills

Your sim should reach the max level of the Acting career

Have your sim master the Acting skill

Your sim should marry someone non-famous in a private ceremony with only those sims (or family and close friends if you like) present

Your sim should maintain as good a reputation as possible - they are still a good sim, they are just a bit anti-social

Once your sim finished the acting career and has achieved the Global Superstar rank they should retire

Your sim, now retired from acting moves to one of two lots in Brindleton Bay that have NO neighbours

They should spend the rest of their life making money off of artistic projects such as knitting, painting, etc.

Have your sim leave the house only when necessary to avoid the paparazzi, and if they do go out they must wear a disguise

Your sims spouse can have any career, but they should NOT be famous in anyway

It is up to you whether you decide to have your sim have children and continue the family :)

Well we’ve come to the end of the challenge!! I just wanted to say if you decide to play this challenge or even have taken the time to read it, THANK YOU SO MUCH! It means the world to me to be apart of this sims community ❤️

If you decide to play this challenge on your tumblr pleaseee use the tags #spicechallenge or #spice of life challenge. That way I can see what you do with this challenge, that would be amazing 😊❤️

[jokublog]

VOICE CASTING

shortly I will open a casting for people who want to help in the dreamtale project. I need the voices in English to be able to align them and thus be able to start the rough animation very soon

if anyone wants to help please contact me here: jokuarts@gmail.com

I need a soft voice and something childish for Dream (boy/girl)

I need a shy boy voice and something insecure for Nightmare  (boy)

I need a deep voice, with a manipulative and ironic tone for Corrupt Nightmare (boy)

I need a mature voice and something warm for Neil the cat (boy)

I need a high-pitched female voice for Lanny (girl)

I need a rough and strong voice for quetzalcoalt (boy)

I need a honeyed (mellow) voice for a mysterious female character. (girl) We will only look for people who have already done dubbing (fan or not) before, I do not want novice people, because surely I will change them in the future for expert people and I do not want a problem with those people ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

                                               IMPORTANT

You need a good microphone, there can be no background sound or noise from the microphone.

You need to have done some kind of dubbing before, like fan dubbing or something for fun.

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choose the character you want to play and send your test with these phrases.

For Dream’s voice:

1. (determined) "Nightmare, no matter where you are, I'll save you even if it's the last thing I do." 

 2. (beaming) "I don't think that's right, I mean, everyone makes mistakes, just give good feelings another chance." 

 3. (fearful and negative) "B-but he's my brother... I-I can't do that to him, I don't want to do it... Please leave me alone." corrupted nightmare: 

1 “(mocking tone) Surely the best you can do is hide from everything and pretend that nothing is happening, it's normal ... surely anyone else would, after all you caused this ... how horrible it would be for everyone to know that the culprit is it you, right? ah, is that what I feel is fear ....? and some hatred, now you hate me for telling you the truth .... hehehe how pathetic you are .... but hey, not everything is lost, I can help you feel a little better, to open the eyes to those who  don't have your vision ... what do you say? Are you going to keep hiding ... or are you going to let me help you? “

Neil: 

1 "(slowly, sad) if I have not given up yet it has been because of him, because I owe it to him, I have been alive for hundreds of years looking for a way to save him... 2 "(serious and demanding) and I don't care what you have to say about it ... so give me that concentrated magic or whatever, and I'll go save him right now .... I don't care about nightmare or whoever, I'm going to bring him back ... he's like a son to me and I'm not going to lose another son, not again ... " Quetzalcoalt: 

1 "life and death, there is a very fine thread between one and the other, although at first glance it seems like there is a huge abyss separating them "

2 "I am not life, I am not death, they both came together to create me, my name? I do not remember, but some" mortals "from a certain universe named me Quetzalcoalt ... although their definition of me is wrong ... I like the name " lanny's phrases: 1 "(nostalgia, sadness) I miss her too much, I don't understand why she did what she did, but ... I don't care, she was the most important thing in my life"

2 "(serious, imposing) being a guardian is more than going from one place to another , smiling and throwing happiness like in a fairy tale, you must face the problem, fight for what you protect and give your life for it" normal nightmare:

1 "Dream ... do you think that what appears in the books is real? That in the end there are good endings?" 

2 "Hey little brother, don't worry about me, really, I want you to go with the others to have fun ... it's also part of your job, right? I'll take care of the tree" mysterious voice:

1 "Everyone tells you what to think, what to do, that you are a guardian .... but Dream .... you can't do any of that if you don't know one thing first .... who are you ?" 2 "Being a guardian is more tricky than you think and much more dangerous than you believe."

[thebisexualswiftie]

Happiness-A song for Regulus Arcturus Black

We don't talk enough about how Happiness from Evermore is Regulus Black's anthem.

[Verse 1]

Honey, when I'm above the trees

I see this for what it is

But now I'm right down in it, all the years I've given

Is just shit we're dividin' up

Showed you all of my hiding spots

I was dancing when the music stopped

And in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention

I haven't met the new me yet

The first verse starts with how Regulus has spent years pining on James, yet he cannot truly have him. "Hiding spots" signify his insecurities and this line tells us about how he opened up to James. He had come to like the person he had become in James' company but after their separation, he is broken and it is like he has been reinvented. He hasn't had the opportunity to acknowledge his new self yet.

[Chorus]

There'll be happiness after you

But there was happiness because of you

Both of these things can be true

There is happiness

[Post-Chorus]

Past the blood and bruise

Past the curses and cries

Beyond the terror in the nightfall

Haunted by the look in my eyes

That would've loved you for a lifetime

Leave it all behind

And there is happiness

The chorus and the post chorus denote the time of the war when Regulus was forced to be a death eater and James was in the order. He is terrified by war but he is equally afraid of the atrocities he may be subjected to if sides with James.

[Verse 2]

Tell me, when did your winning smile

Begin to look like a smirk?

When did all our lessons start to look like weapons

Pointed at my deepest hurt?

I hope she'll be a beautiful fool

Who takes my spot next to you

No, I didn't mean that

Sorry, I can't see facts through all of my fury

You haven't met the new me yet

As time went by in their relationship. And James's smile-the thing that had made him fall in love with James in the first place, began to look like a smirk. And now my favourite part. Here 'she' means Lily of course. He believes her to be a fool to not see James' arrogant side which he has had to face. Yet, he gets angry at himself to even think that James could ever hurt anyone.

[Bridge]

I can't make it go away by making you a villain

I guess it's the price I paid for seven years in Heaven

And I pulled your body into mine

Every goddamn night, now I get fake niceties

No one teaches you what to do

When a good man hurts you

And you know you hurt him too

He knows that he is also at fault and James is not the only one who plays villain for the downfall of their relationship. He has been accustomed to get hurt by his parents. But they are not good in anyway, right? But the last person he had expected to get heartbroken by was James. He doesn't know what to do when a good man hurts him

[Verse 3]

Honey, when I'm above the trees

I see it for what it is

But now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head

After giving you the best I had

Tell me what to give after that

All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness

You haven't met the new me yet

And I think she'll give you that

Green light of forgiveness? "she'll give you that" Lily's eyes are green, remember? But even he had the right to James the green light of forgiveness for he's a Slytherin.

[catboygirling]

Fic Masterlist: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

back to masterlist masterpost

total fics: 15

first: March 2022

latest: March 2024

The Devildom’s Best Manicurist

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen (Asmo & MC)

Word Count: 100

Oneshot

Posted March 26th, 2022

MC gets a manicure, courtesy of the Avatar of Lust.

The Vast Minority

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen (MC & Satan)

Word Count: 710

Oneshot, part 3/3 of AAW22, written for Aggressively Arospec ‘22

Posted June 25th, 2022

Satan makes an off-handed comment about demons and romance novels, and you lose your entire mind.

2. Cornered

Rating: T

Pairing: Gen (Lucifer & Simeon)

Word Count: 797

Oneshot, part 2/7 of Whumptober: 2022 Edition

Posted October 2nd, 2022

Lucifer and Simeon's last encounter before the Fall.

Surprise

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 200

Oneshot

Posted February 10, 2023

"I really appreciate you coming all the way here, Solomon, but..." Luke protectively hugged the bowl of batter closer. "I can handle the cake myself."

Aftereffects

Rating: M

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 735

Oneshot

Posted February 21, 2023

Mammon goes to a party and has a horrible time. He doesn't do much better once he's back home.

A Pleasant Surprise

Rating: G

Pairing: Simeon/Solomon

Word Count: 555

Oneshot

Posted July 3rd, 2023

A surprise visitor shows up on Simeon's doorstep.

Let Me Sleep

Rating: G

Pairing: Simeon/Solomon

Word Count: 731

Oneshot

Posted August 11th, 2023

It was childish of Solomon to pretend to be asleep like this, but he was tired, making him more self-serving than usual. The last thing he needed right now was another lecture from Simeon about being more careful to not fall asleep at his desk. Truthfully, he didn’t even remember what he’d been working on, but it must have been something interesting, at least, to keep him out of bed for so long. He was just dedicated to his work, that’s all. But right now, he just wanted to go back to sleep. So he continued to act like he already was.

Keeping Company

Rating: G

Pairing: Simeon/Solomon

Word Count: 3k

Oneshot

Posted August 20th, 2023

Solomon walked in, shutting the door behind him, and made his way towards the bed. He flicked on the light on the nightstand and set down the bowl of soup he’d brought with him. The creamy, honey-colored broth smelled wonderful, but he doubted Simeon could tell, given the state he was in. He hadn’t caught anything life-threatening – the otherworldly equivalent of the flu, from what Solomon had gathered – but not something that anyone wanted to spread around. Luckily for all of the angels and demons, humans weren’t susceptible to it, and couldn’t be a carrier for it, either. Because of that, Solomon had been serving as Simeon’s caretaker since he fell ill.

===

In which Simeon is sick and Solomon keeps him company.

1. An Ending

Rating: T

Pairing: Simeon/Solomon

Word Count: 759

Oneshot, part 1/8 of Whumpy October ‘23

Posted October 1st, 2023

Solomon lowers himself to his level, kneeling next to him. For a moment, his eyes drift down to the blood coating Simeon’s clothes before he snaps his gaze back up, locking his eyes on the trees past his head. He works his hand from around Simeon’s shoulders into his hair, tucking his head underneath his own.

If he doesn’t look at it, it isn’t real. He can pretend that Simeon isn’t struggling to hold his own weight, that his eyes aren’t dim and hazy, that he hadn’t left a thick trail of honeyed blood behind them.

for day 1 of whumptober: "swooning"

5. Phantom

Rating: T

Pairing: Gen (Belphegor & Mammon)

Word Count: 747

Oneshot, part 5/8 of Whumpy October ‘23

Posted October 5th, 2023

Belphie copes with the loss of his wings.

for day 5 of whumptober: "broken" (bonus prompt)

Snapdragons and Hyacinths

Rating: T

Pairing: Gen (Leviathan & Mammon, Lucifer & Mammon)

Word Count: 7.2k

Multi-chapter, 2/2

Posted October 21st, 2023

Completed June 12th, 2024

“Whoever it is, I’m sure they like you back.” Mammon sighed. “It’s not like that, Levi.” “What did I just say-” “I mean it ain’t a romantic thing.” “Oh. Huh.” He considered that for a moment. “Wait, you don’t mean it’s for one of us, do you?” Mammon felt like throwing up. “You do,” Levi said very, very quietly. “Mammon, we’re your brothers. Of course we love you.”

Messy First Drafts

Rating: G

Pairing: Simeon/Solomon

Word Count: 888

Oneshot

Posted December 4th, 2023

Simeon goes to check on Solomon (who's staying up late working [again]), and maybe he'll actually tell him about the feelings that have been swirling around in his heart...

An Epilogue

Rating: T

Pairing: Simeon/Solomon, Asmo/Solomon

Word Count: 731

Oneshot

Posted January 5th, 2024

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here.” Asmo’s voice carries a soft delicacy that has only ever been for Solomon’s ears, a gentle tone reserved for nights like this. He doesn’t ask what the dream could have been about to push him to his breaking point, because it isn’t difficult to guess, given recent events. That, and Solomon won’t tell him if he did. Talking about it makes it feel too real to possibly cope with.

Braid

Rating: G

Pairing: Asmo/Solomon

Word Count: 799

Oneshot

Posted February 22nd, 2024

“Solomon.” “What?" “Turn around,” Asmo said, twirling his finger. “I want to braid your hair.”

Of Songs and Ceremonies

Rating: T

Pairing: Simeon/Solomon, Asmo/Solomon 

Word count: 2.8k

Oneshot

Posted March 13th, 2024

It wasn’t that Simeon didn’t want their partner around, but a certain weight in his pocket made him anxious to have some time alone with Asmo. But it would ruin the surprise if he asked for it outright, so he had to bide his time. ~ The polycule talks about love, marriage, and embarrassing love poems.

[weighty-ghosts]

‘Perpetual Force’ (wolfstar)

Perpetual Force, by weightyghosts

‘Sirius finds the hidden meaning of a hidden moon, and Remus finds the light to his darkness.’

Rating: teen

Word count: 2000

Pairing: Remus x Sirius

Published: April 1, 2021

Warnings: swearing, nightmares

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30393084 

      The sound of a terrified gasp and muffled sob abruptly awoke Sirius in the middle of the night. He leapt out of bed, the stone floor freezing on his bare feet, as James and Peter popped their sleepy heads out of their drapes.

“What’s going on?” Peter rubbed his eyes, his voice gruff.

“Is some- someone dead or injured?” James asked around a large yawn.

Sirius ignored them as he rushed across the dark room to the bed opposite his. He drew aside the curtain, only enough for him to lean his upper body in, and saw Remus sitting up with his back against the headboard, one hand clutching at his sweaty hair, trying to calm his rapid breathing.

“Rem?” Sirius asked softly, “Are you alright?” He reached out to place a comforting hand on Remus’ shoulder, but Remus jerked away and scrambled to the other side of the bed.

“It’s nothing,” he choked out as he stood up and dashed away, “I’m fine. I’m sorry for waking you up.”

Sirius straightened and walked around the bed, as Remus firmly shut the bathroom door behind him. He hovered in the middle of the room, chewing on the inside of his cheek, before glancing back at Peter, who gave Sirius a shrug before disappearing behind his curtains.

“Go on,” James encouraged, then made a shooing motion with his hand when Sirius didn’t reply.

“What?” Sirius grumbled.

“We both know you’re going in there after him.”

“He’s upset, Prongs.”

“Yes, and I’m sure deep down he wants you to comfort him-”

“You mean someone. He wants someone to comfort him.”

“No, I very much mean you,” James insisted with a smirk that Sirius didn’t trust. “Just go, Pads. See- see you in the morning,” he yawned again and disappeared.

Sirius bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to figure out why James’ words left him feeling like he was missing something right in front of him, but he thought of Remus and decided to sort that out later.

He crept over to the bathroom and opened the door slowly. Cool air hit him and he turned to the window that had been thrown open. Remus was sitting on the sill, hugging his legs, moonlight the only thing illuminating his body. It was enough for Sirius to see that he was shivering.  

Remus sighed at the sound of Sirius shutting the door behind him, and pushed aside the fringe sticking to his damp forehead. “I’m fine, Sirius. You don’t need to check on me.”

“Oh, good,” Sirius retorted as he came closer, “I was actually hoping you’d check on me. See, I had a nasty nightmare and now I’m all shaky and sweaty and panicky and not accepting comfort from anyone.”

He sat across from the werewolf on the sill they had magically enlarged so that two people could sit comfortably, and three squished together, for smoking purposes.

Remus narrowed his eyes at him, then looked away. “Trust me, it’s nothing. Just a stupid dream.”

“Doesn’t seem stupid, Moony.”

Sirius almost missed Remus’ minute flinch at the nickname. “Another one about the wolf?” He guessed.

“No,” he murmured, “I mean, yes, sort of. But this was new.”

“Tell me,” Sirius replied softly, aching with the desire to take away Remus’ pain.

Remus studied his face for a moment, likely assessing how awake Sirius was and how far he would keep pushing Remus until he inevitably gave in. He huffed in defeat, then took a deep, wavering breath, and rested his chin on his knees as he spoke.

“We were in the forest,” he started in a low voice. “I could feel the moon rising and knew I was only a few minutes away from turning. You three were there- as Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail, I mean, and something felt...off. Padfoot was pacing, and whining a bit. You looked up at the sky, and when I did too, I realized... I couldn’t see the moon.”

Sirius frowned, but said nothing, as he watched Remus’ eyes flick over to the near-full moon stamped in the sky outside.

“I felt this sense of dread; I knew that this was bad-”

“How did you know?” Sirius interrupted.

“It’s a dream, Sirius. I don’t know how, but I just knew; if I didn’t find the moon, something bad would happen.”

“Alright, sorry, keep going.”

“We were pretty deep in the forest where the trees are thicker, so I started running in the direction of the castle, hoping to see the sky unobstructed as the trees thinned. All I could hear was this ringing in my ears and my heart beating faster and faster. My body was aching and starting to shake, you know how it does just before.” Remus glanced up, and Sirius hummed in acknowledgment.

“I made it to a large clearing,” Remus continued, “And I looked up at where I knew the moon should be...but the sky was empty. You’d think I’d be fucking happy, but I panicked. I ran around in circles, tried to climb trees, tried to find the bloody moon. And I couldn’t. I eventually collapsed; the wolf couldn’t get free and it was punishing me. It was the worst pain...”

“Fuck, Rem...”

“I couldn’t find the moon, Pads.” Remus put a hand over his face as he laughed without humour, the sound catching in his throat.

Sirius slid forward and put his hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” he promised, “You’re okay, it wasn’t real. You won’t have to go through that kind of pain, alright?”

Remus shook his head back and forth, then sniffed loudly as he met Sirius’ eyes.

“I don’t think it was the pain that freaked me out so much.”

“What, then?” Sirius asked, sliding his hand down to hold onto Remus’ wrist when he hesitated. He tilted his head to tell Remus to keep going.

“I just don’t understand why I reacted like that… Why wasn’t I fucking ecstatic not to see the moon? All I want is for the moon to go away.”

“That’s just unreasonable, Remus, the tides would be all out of whack,” Sirius joked.

The corner of Remus’ mouth twitched up into a smile, but it didn’t last.

“I don’t get it, Pads,” he said dejectedly.

Sirius shrugged. “I think it makes sense.”  

Remus stared at him like he’d just said he prefers coffee over tea, or something else equally abhorrent.

“You know,” Sirius reflected, “The day before I went on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, I actually told my parents I didn’t want to go.”

“Why? Because they said you had to?”

“Maybe a little,” he chuckled. Remus knew him well enough to know that he would have refused his favourite ice cream just because his parents told him to eat it. “But no, I think it was more...fear. I was afraid.”

Remus tilted his head in a thoroughly adorable way. “Why would you be afraid of coming to Hogwarts? Didn’t you want a break from your parents?”

“I did,” he confirmed, “I wanted to get away from them. But it’s the most common fear in the world, isn’t it? Being afraid of the unknown? I was scared at home too, but at least I knew what to expect. I knew how my parents would react to anything I said or did. Coming here... I had no idea. What if I didn’t get sorted into Slytherin? Or worse, what if I did... What if my roommates hated me-”

“Not possible.”

“Yes it was! I know you didn’t like me at first.”

“You were a bit of a prick,” Remus conceded.

“I was a proper arse,” Sirius smirked unapologetically, drawing a small laugh from Remus. “It’s the unknown, Moony,” he continued more seriously, “As much as you hate what you go through every month, it’s been the one constant in your life for as long as you can remember. You know what to expect from it. There’s a lot changing in the world around us, and we only have a few months left of school; I think we’re all feeling the weight of it. It’s okay to be worried. But we’ll get through it, yeah?”

Remus didn’t reply, simply gazed at Sirius for a long while, before nodding thoughtfully. He turned his head to look out at the night sky, and Sirius was able to watch the moonlight on his beautiful face; the shadows under his eyes, his long lashes, the slope of his nose, the corners of his mouth still turned down in sadness.

Remus had long since stopped being angry at the moon, stopped glaring at it whenever it deigned to blemish the sky. He looked at it now in a somber resignation; how someone would observe the grave of a loved one long since passed.

Sirius realized he was still holding onto Remus, and quickly found it difficult to remember what he wanted to say.

When he did, he whispered, “Moony?”  

“Hm?”

“If you ever can’t find the moon, you can come find me.”

“What?” Remus turned to look at him. “Sirius-”

“No, listen,” he cut in, suddenly desperate to make Remus understand, “I know I’ve broken your trust before, but it will never happen again. I’ll always be there for you.”

Sirius slid his fingers from Remus’ wrist to his hand, holding it tight, as Remus’ eyes flicked across his face. “I’ll always be there,” Sirius urged, “The moon is the perpetual force in your life pulling you into the dark? Then I’ll be the perpetual force pulling you into the light.”

Remus just stared back at him, his eyes wide and glittering, his mouth open. Sirius waited for him to say something, but he didn’t.

Instead, he tugged Sirius’ hand, pulling him close as Remus leaned forward. Sirius’ mind froze like he’d been stupefied, but he managed to realize what was happening a second before it did, and he felt Remus’ lips press against his, gently, yet firmly.

Remus pulled back slightly, waiting for Sirius’ reaction.

“Did- did you just kiss me?” Sirius asked stupidly.

“Erm, yes?”

“Did you... mean to do that?”

“Yes?”

Remus bit his lip, and Sirius’ eyes were drawn to the mouth that had just been on his. There was a bead of saliva on Remus’ top lip. His hand felt warm and tingly from where they touched, though, really, it was nothing compared to the raging fire building inside him.

“Did you...want to do it again?”

“Yes,” Remus exhaled, his face lighting up with a grin that Sirius immediately surged forward to capture. Remus’ lips tasted like tea and honey and peppermint, and Sirius could tell he was quickly becoming addicted to it.

“Thank you,” Remus whispered after a divine moment.

“For kissing you?”

“For following me in here and comforting me.”

“I thought you were comforting me?”

“Ah is that what I’m doing?” Remus smirked. His face softened and he ran his thumb along Sirius’ palm. “You were wrong though, you know.”

“I highly doubt that,” Sirius dismissed. “About what?”

“You said the moon has been the only constant in my life for as long as I can remember. But that’s not true.”

He looked deep into Sirius’ eyes, and Sirius felt his heart stutter at the adoration in them. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember, Pads. My love for you has been a constant in my life too.”

“Oh,” Sirius breathed. The words felt like sunlight washing over him, and he took a second to let the warmth seep into his bones. “Moony…” He brought a hand up to cup Remus’ cheek and tilted his face as their lips fit together, hoping to convey every feeling that was lost on his tongue into his touches.

“Me too, Moons,” he professed in between kisses, “As long as I can remember.”

The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, as were the next nights for a long, long while.

*

[daisymydaisy]

Elain seer predictions

(This post will include all the visions elain had in acowar)

Idk a lot about seer abilities but based on what we saw of elain’s powers, it shows that:

They’re able to see the future: “Twin ravens are coming, one white and one black.”

They’re able to see the unknown (something that already happened): “I saw a box of black stone. I saw a feather of fire land on snow and melt it.”

All the visions elain talked about might help predict next book’s plot (or just small mentions that might take place)

I will add some of my thoughts with each vision (my thoughts are not always right cuz apparently some people don’t get it)

Vision 1: The sea & heartbeats

“I can see so very far now. All the way to the sea.”

“I can hear your heartbeat—if I listen carefully. I can hear her heartbeat, too.”

Now elain said this while looking at the “sea beyond Sidra” so you might think she’s just trying her fae abilities but feyre knew that was not the case in the next line:

“I can hear the sea. Even at night. Even in my dreams. The crashing sea—and the screams of a bird made of fire.”

“Will I hear the earthworms writhing through the soil? Or the stretching of roots? Will the bird of fire come to sit in the trees and watch me?”

We all thought she went mad but well..it was just her seer abilities and that led the IC to find vassa.

Now with elain having visions about vassa and hearing her heartbeats...are they connected somehow? Because yes vassa helped in the war but I don’t think that was the only reason for the visions.

Vision 2: Through the stone

The very uncomfortable conversation between Lucien and elain led to some visions about a possible journey

While reading the quotes below i want you to notice how when elain is facing Lucien, she talks normally about things that already happened, like how he betrayed them, or how she remembers him from feyre’s stories (in case anyone wants to read it: it’s acowar chapter 24 may god be with you)

But when she faces the windows again she starts talking about all the stuff that doesn’t make sense.

“She looked away—toward the windows. “I can hear your heart,” she said quietly.”

“When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone.” She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. “Can you hear mine?”

I don’t think she was talking to lucien, especially since in the previous chapters she was talking about heatbeats.

Some elucien stans use the quotes above to support their ship, but knowing that previously elain heard vassa’s heartbeat....plus even lucien doubted elain was addressing him:

“He wasn’t sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, “No, lady. I cannot.”

She just stared somewhere far through the window and mentioned how she could hear heartbeats through the stone, which reminds me of ACOSF when nesta was in the prison:

“She stared into the darkness above. “I think they used it to … to trap their enemies and their enemies’ children into the stone itself.”

Again she isn’t trying her new fae abilities, she saw something no one can, and we now know that some people are trapped in stone (honestly i was waiting for nesta to free them but i guess sjm is saving it for later)

Vision 3: He saw me

“No one ever does. No one ever looked—not really.” A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. “He did. He saw me. He will not now.”

Whenever i read this I’m like elain, honey—you mean to tell me the man who rejected you? the man who didn’t accept your new self? Something you couldn’t control.....He saw you? How in the living hel-

But then i read this post and it made sense, especially since no one guessed the suriel was talking about a different highlord, so why are we sure that elain was talking about graysen?

Considering elain is a seer, she either saw the future or the unknown. Now who is the only character who saw her?

“It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not … Perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.”

This makes me think elain was shown the future, and saw herself with someone who understood her, but something happened he disappeared / died and he no longer sees her.

Vision 4: cassian dying

“He snapped your wings, broke your bones.” “It’ll take more than that to kill me,” “Elain only said to Cassian, “No, it will not.”

“Not twenty feet away, Cassian was on the ground. Wings—snapped in spots. Blood leaking from them. Bone jutted from his thigh. His Siphons were dull. Empty.”

Looking back, elain’s vision came true. That might’ve been the scene she saw and as a result she saved the day by killing the king.

But i added this just in case it wasn’t the scene she was talking about.....and to give you more anxiety :)

Vision 5: koschei

“They sold her—to … to some darkness, to some … sorcerer-lord …” She shook her head. “I can never see him. What he is. There is an onyx box that he possesses, more vital than anything … save for them. The girls. He keeps other girls—others so like her—but she … By day, she is one form, by night, human again.”

“Mor leaned forward. “Do you know why the other queens cursed her—sold her to him?”

“Elain studied the table. “No. No—that is all mist and shadow.”

Well, there are many theories about koschei (don’t know how you guys do it) and I’m not going to come up with more theories about my dude, but based on my quick research that onyx box contains his soul (or not? Please he’s so complicated) and the fact that elain saw it...

Here are also few questions:

Why was vassa sold and cursed? What did the queens gain from that? And why was this truth unknown to elain?

Vision 6: Vassa and Lucien

Right when Lucien said that he’ll bring vassa back, this happened:

“Elain now watched Lucien warily. Blinking every now and then. She revealed no hint of whatever she might be seeing—sensing. None.”

Elain saw something, and it wasn’t him dying because he came back unharmed. So what did she see?

This whole scene screams “goodbye” to me, because after this scene Lucien found his band of exiles. This was their last chance, and elain saw it all.

Even feyre—our baddest bish—saw it:

“A bird of flame … and a lord of fire. I wondered if they’d found each other yet.”

A bonus vlucien moment cuz why not (this scene was the last Lucien scene in acowar):

“Vassa still remained inside, chatting with Lucien animatedly. I supposed that if she only had until dawn before turning back into that firebird, she wanted to make every minute count. Lucien, surprisingly, was chuckling, his shoulders loose and his head angled while he listened.”

Also how did papa Archeron convince koschei to free vassa (temporary)?

Anyway like miss Morrigan said “There is a reason why Elain is seeing these things.”