#brooke 02.

[brncrd]

𝐭𝐨 : barron ( @barrcn ), barrett ( @barrettalderidge ) & brooke ( @brvvkc )

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 : alderidge estate's garden

❝ good morning, family ! ❞ the oldest mentions upon his arrival at their usual breakfast spot, patting both of his brothers on the back and placing a short kiss on top of addy's head before sitting in his usual chair and pouring himself a cup of tea. ❝ how was everyone's night ? besides barrel embarrassing himself in front of nevaeh halston, that is. ❞

[fiaxsouza]

"I don't mean to judge...but did you actually spend your hard earned money on this?" she said looking at the T-shirt. Never in her life had she seen something quite as atrocious. However, she knew better to share unwanted opinions on others attire. "Does Danny or Doritos get to benefit off of this?"

OPEN STARTER out anywhere in town @aurorabaystarter

"Oh this? It's pretty self-explanatory, isn't it?" Finn grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls down, stretching the image flat so it can be see free of wrinkles. The shirt he pulled from the t-shirt grab bag for the night out celebrating his birthday. "It's Danny Dorito. Impeccable design, if I do say so myself."

[doliacuddles]

SHADOWS OF A MARRIAGE.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖵𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.

𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇! 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10

❝In our gazes lie the secrets of a love that never had its chance, trapped in a silence that screams the tragedy of what could have been and never was.❞

The clock struck six in the evening when Alastor's familiar footsteps echoed down the hallway, sending a shiver down your spine. You hastily finished setting the dinner table. Today, your parents were visiting, and although Alastor's presence always made you nervous, you knew he would maintain appearances in front of them as the charming gentleman everyone believed him to be.

The door opened with a soft creak, revealing Alastor entering with his characteristic elegance. His brown eyes met yours, though the smile on his lips didn't reach his eyes.

"Dear, is everything ready for dinner?" he asked, his melodic voice carrying a subtle authority.

"Yes, almost everything is ready," you replied, feeling the tension grip your shoulders. You knew every detail had to be perfect.

"Good," murmured Alastor, approaching you with determined steps. His hand rested on your waist with a firm but controlled pressure, forcing you to look up at him. "Remember to behave, I don't want to disappoint your parents," he added in a low tone, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made you swallow hard.

You nodded carefully, trying to hide the nerves coursing through you. You knew any slip-up could provoke his displeasure, and that was something you couldn't afford.

A few minutes later, the sound of a car pulling up in front of the house resonated like a silent announcement of your parents' arrival. Alastor released his grip on you with a speed that surprised you, instantly transforming into the charming and attentive man your parents knew. With a warm smile lighting up his face, he opened the door with a courteous bow.

"Welcome, sirs!" he exclaimed with a soft and cordial tone, extending a hand to help your mother out of the car. "It is a true pleasure to have you here tonight."

Your parents responded with radiant smiles and gestures of gratitude for the warm reception. They entered the house, admiring its beauty and warmth, while Alastor maintained a friendly and sociable demeanor, as if he were the perfect host.

During dinner, words flowed gracefully and easily among the diners. Alastor made an effort to capture your parents' attention, weaving fascinating stories about his work and achievements, ensuring they felt comfortable and entertained. Occasionally, his eyes met yours, his gaze soft and welcoming before your parents, but you knew that behind that mask of cordiality lay something darker and more enigmatic.

The atmosphere, though seemingly light and jovial, was permeated with a subtle tension hidden beneath the surface of kind words and forced laughter. Every comment from your parents became a risky balancing act, fearing that any misstep could reveal the true nature of your marriage.

When dinner ended, your parents retired to the living room, taking the conversation with Alastor with them. You took advantage of that brief respite to clear the table and wash the dishes, seeking a few minutes of peace away from his oppressive presence. However, the silence didn't last long before you felt his closeness behind you.

"Come to the living room, dear," his voice resonated with an authority that brooked no argument. "Our guests wish to enjoy your company as well."

You took a deep breath to calm your racing heart and nodded, drying your nervous hands before following Alastor back to the living room. Upon arrival, you were surprised to feel his arm firmly around you and the softness of his lips on yours, a gesture that left you breathless with its unexpected intimacy.

A gentle applause from your parents filled the space, delighted by the display of affection. "It's wonderful to see you so happy," your mother commented with a satisfied smile.

Alastor kept his arm around your shoulders, caressing you tenderly as he responded with his usual elegance, "We strive to keep the flame of love alive, don't we, dear?"

You forced a smile, feeling his hand on your shoulder weigh like a constant reminder of his control over you. "Yes, of course," you managed to say, while your heart still raced in your chest.

The atmosphere changed subtly after your parents expressed their desire to see the family grow. The talk became lighter and more relaxed, but a shadow of tension lingered in the background.

Then, your father, with a knowing smile, mentioned something that made your shoulders tense involuntarily.

"So, Alastor," he began, his voice carrying a note of expectation, "have you considered expanding the family? We would love to have grandchildren soon."

The silence that followed was palpable, filling the space with an almost imperceptible uncertainty. Alastor, with his characteristic ability to handle delicate situations, responded without losing his composure.

"Well, it's a topic we've discussed," he said calmly, his measured tone revealing calculated caution. "But we believe it's important to take our time to ensure everything is in place before taking that step."

Your mother nodded, but couldn't hide the bright curiosity in her eyes. "Of course, of course. But you can't wait too long, right? It would be wonderful to have little ones running around here."

Alastor maintained his smile, but you noticed a subtle tension in his jaw as he responded diplomatically, though his words revealed an inner reluctance.

"Of course," he said, squeezing your shoulder slightly as a gesture of support. "We want the best for our future, and when the right time comes, we will be delighted to share that joy with you."

Your parents seemed to accept his response, but the tension in the air persisted, like a small knot in the stomach that refused to untangle. The conversation drifted to more trivial topics, but deep down you knew the subject of children would arise again in the future, raising deeper and more emotional questions about the future of your relationship with Alastor.

When the night finally faded and your parents said their goodbyes, the atmosphere in the house changed dramatically. The warmth and kindness that had filled the air were replaced by the cold reality of your relationship.

"It was a magnificent performance, don't you think?" murmured Alastor, his voice now cold and calculating. "I hope you enjoyed seeing them again. I certainly did."

With deliberate steps, Alastor retreated to his study, leaving you alone in the growing darkness of the living room. You knew the facade had to be maintained, at least for now, until you found a way to escape his control. But at that moment, your only option was to keep going, even though each step was a test of emotional endurance, just to avoid disappointing everyone involved.

.

The night fell like a dark mantle over the house, enveloping it in a tense and almost palpable calm. Alastor and you retired to your respective beds, as usual, each lost in your own thoughts. The room was bathed in a twilight barely broken by the silvery light of the moon filtering through the partially open curtains. The silence, dense and oppressive, filled the space, charged with unspoken emotions and latent tensions.

You were on the verge of sleep when Alastor's voice resonated in the stillness, breaking the delicate balance of the night.

"Do you think my mother would have wanted me to have children?" he asked, his tone unusually soft and reflective, as if exploring unknown territories within himself.

The question left you stunned, a lump forming in your throat as you struggled to find an appropriate answer. You feared opening the door to a conversation that could reveal more than you were willing to face. You opted for silence, pretending to be asleep in an attempt to hide your own emotions. You controlled your breathing, trying to make it appear calm and even, although inside, your heart was pounding, reflecting the uncertainty filling your mind.

However, you could feel Alastor's gaze piercing your back, intense and penetrating, as if trying to unravel every thought crossing your mind. The weight of his gaze was overwhelming, a weight that oppressed you and made you feel vulnerable in the darkness of the room. Every second that passed under his scrutiny seemed an eternity, as if time had stopped only to increase the tension between the two of you.

Finally, you sensed a change in the atmosphere when Alastor moved in his bed, his attention apparently diverted to some invisible point in the distance. The silence returned forcefully, enveloping the room in a tense stillness. Though his words no longer filled the space, the question he had left hanging in the air resonated in your mind like a persistent echo.

You knew that question was not just a passing curiosity; it was an open window to something deeper and possibly darker within Alastor. The mere fact that he mentioned his mother, a figure he rarely spoke of, added a layer of complexity and mystery to the situation.

You longed for mental peace, but doubts and fears continued their incessant dance in your mind. What did that question really imply? Was it a sign of some change in Alastor? Or was it just another ruse to keep you on edge, never allowing you to truly know his thoughts?

Finally, exhaustion overcame your worries. Slowly, you let yourself be carried away by sleep, though the uncertainty remained latent in the depths of your being.

Intellectual property of @doliacuddles.

𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌; @seraphiccharlie @catticora @verosikavibes @mo-0-o @alastorthirsty @its-a-dam-blue-brick @speedycoffeedelight

[writermuses]

With a shrug, Graham nodded. "I've known you for how long now? I know your level of kitchen skills, Cookie." The light was back in his eyes just hearing her laugh. Still, it was hard for his own to reach his eyes because he was feeling awkward for letting his thoughts and emotions get the best of him. It wasn't even on Graham's radar that Brooke was thinking about him walking. "No, you're not stupid. I'm used to being on my feet. I'm just tired. Don't read into it like that."

Watching Brooke shuffling through her fridge and then flipping through her recipes had Graham's tortured heart in knots. He loved the domesticity of this agreement and hated himself for wanting it all the same. His friendship with her was so important and Graham had to remind himself that she didn't want him the same way he wanted here. "I've never had veggie pasta. Does that mean the noodles aren't actually noodles or that there are vegetables in the pasta?" He wasn't going to complain, he couldn't remember the last time he actually had vegetables. He moved to the candles and felt lost, scratching the back of his neck before looking at her and laughing nervously. "I have no idea what anything is. I may as well be assembling a bomb over here."

"I'll make food, if you want me to. I'm not that great of a cook though," she chuckled, then shook her head and waved her hand at him. "No, no, you've been on your feet all day, I'm stupid for even suggesting we walk." She felt extra guilty having him stand on his feet for another three hours at the studio, his feet must be in agony and he wasn't showing it. He didn't say anything. Why didn't he say anything? He could have asked for a chair at the studio? She would have asked for one for him. "You should sit, let your feet up. I'll make us something." She hadn't been in the mood to cook, but maybe this would be good. She could distract herself with a recipe, instead of think about the heated tension she was feeling for him. Looking in her fridge she saw what she had, rotating through a few recipes in her head she'd decided. "How does Veggie Pasta sound?" she asked him, with a smile as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She reached for pre-heat the oven and set a dial for the stove top. "Everything candle related is in the corner if you want to take a peak." she suggested, feeling the need to give him something to do.

[stvharrngton]

don’t leave me hangin’ on the telephone

a/n: just a lil somethin somethin i wrote inspired by a certain blondie song :^)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, phone sex, masturbation (both f and m), dirty talk, friends to lovers sorta, hint of perv!steve if you squint

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nix-rose

Your back hit your bed with a quiet thud, your clothes still stuck to your body, one shoe off, one shoe on. The bottle of wine, or two, you shared with Nancy sounded like a great idea at the time but now the room was spinning and your skin was buzzing, it seemed less so.

Groaning, you managed to get your other shoe off, downing half the glass of water you’d left on your nightstand. You glanced at the red numbers on your alarm clock, 12:02 they read, and then at the phone on the table.

Wine always had you like this. A little needy, a little desperate. Hot under the collar and skin clammy, usually fixed with a cold shower or a hand shoved down your panties.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth, toying with the flesh as the scenario you imagined swirled around your brain. He’d been on your mind all night, in fact, he was never off your mind. A crush on your best friend that he was totally oblivious to.

“Fuck it,” you sighed, picking up the phone and dialling the number you had memorised long ago. It rang out a couple times, a part of you hoped that he wouldn’t pick up but another part of you hoped he really fucking did.

“Hello?”

Your heart was in your throat as the person on the end of the line answered, their voice gravelly and rough as if they’d just woken up. 

“Hi, Stevie,” you whispered as innocently as you could. Fingers curling around the phone cord as you try your best to remain calm.

“What time is it, is everything okay?” your heart swooned at the quick change of tone in his voice, the panic evident. Steve knew you were hanging out with Nancy tonight and there would be alcohol involved, he just hoped you hadn’t gotten yourself into any trouble.

“A little after midnight,” you replied, your fingers toying with the strap on your top, thighs squeezing together at the mere sound of Steve’s voice on the other end, “and I’m okay, just wanted to hear your voice s’all.”

Ouch, subtlety was never your thing when tipsy. You could only imagine the look on Steve’s face in the dark of his bedroom, hair still full of sleep, lips soft and pink, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” You could hear the cockyness clear in his voice, the sound making you gnaw on your bottom lip out of arousal.

“No reason.” You lied. There was a reason, a reason that you hoped Steve would be able to pick up on so you wouldn’t have to utter the words yourself. Something told you that you were both on the same page.

Steve thought he was dreaming when he answered the phone and you were on the other line, voice sweet like saccharine. Truth be told you were all Steve thought about. His gaze follows you whenever you aren't looking, thoughts circling his mind about how his life would be ten times better if you were his girl. Innocence interrupted by impure dreams of how good you would look bouncing on his cock whenever you would wear that skimpy red two piece by his pool, or that skirt was a little too short.

“I’ll just hang up then if you won’t tell me, sweetheart.” Steve teased.

“No!” you cried, internally closing in on yourself at how desperate you sounded, “No, please don’t go.” Your fingers were now teasing the waistband of your shorts, your need to keep Steve on the line ever present.

Steve chuckled on the other end, hushing you as you got yourself worked up. “Fine, fine,” he started, “but you gotta give me something here, love.”

You groaned, cursing as you hoped he wouldn’t actually make you say it. “Just keep talking, please?” you asked, fluttering your lashes wishing he could see, “I just need to–” you cut yourself off, preserving your dignity.

Steve played along happily, engaging in small talk until he could hear the quiet breaths and subtle groans coming from the end of the line, “Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” he blurted out.

You could only respond with a small moan, your fingers now situated in your panties, your index finger teasing your throbbing clit. Your eyes shot open as soon as the noise left your mouth, heat rising to your cheeks in total embarrassment.

“Fuck,” Steve whispered under his breath, “are you touching yourself, pretty girl?” he cooed, his attention fully on the sounds you were making on the other end of the line.

“No, I–” your voice quivered, “you think I’m pretty?” you asked innocently, Steve’s words suddenly registering in your foggy brain.

Steve chuckled, running a hand through his messy bed hair, “I do, yeah,” you could hear his breath become a little heavier, a little more shaky, “but I’d think you were a whole lot prettier if your hand was in those panties.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, your clit throbbing beneath your fingers. All you could hear was your racing heart beat, all the blood rushing to the tips of your ears. Steve’s voice rang in your ears when he spoke up again.

“You still there, babe?” He asked, minor concern mixed with self assuredness lacing his voice.

“I’m still here, Stevie,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

“Good girl,” he cooed, “gonna tell me what you’ve been thinkin’ about?” he asked, his own palm running down his chest now, fingers sitting pretty at the waistband of his boxers.

You considered not answering, considered telling him some lie that somehow ended up with your fingers playing with your pussy to the sound of Steve’s voice, but fuck it, you were too far gone.

“Y-you.” Your voice was shaky, full of adrenaline and wracked with nerves. You squeezed your eyes shut as you waited for his response, your thighs clenching as your clit throbbed in anticipation.

“Yeah?” he questioned, “What about me?” 

You sighed in response, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. You cursed Steve at the boldness of his question and you knew he would pull the answer from you one way or another. On the other hand your head was too fuzzy and all you could think about was the tension in your lower stomach and Steve.

“Your fingers.” you breathed, fingers now circling your clit once more.

“Oh yeah?” Steve chuckled, “What about my fingers, pretty girl?”

The pet name made you swoon and your heart beat faster, “How good they’d feel in my pussy,” you whispered down the phone. You were now long past caring about any feelings of embarrassment or preserving any dignity.

You heard Steve mumble out a curse on the other end of the line before he spoke again, “Mm, I bet they would. Why don’t you take your fingers and pretend they’re mine for a minute, hm?”

“Fuck,” you whined as your fingers moved further south, circling your entrance before you plunged a single finger into your cunt. You breathed a sigh of relief at the feeling, a sound that went straight to Steve’s cock.

The boy had his fingers wrapped around his length now, softly tugging as his lips parted, praying to God that this was real and wasn’t some sort of cruel dream. He had the girl of his dreams moaning and whimpering on the end of the phone line, Steve swore he had died and gone to Heaven.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He cooed, his voice sticky sweet and a sexy kind of patronising.

“Y-yes,” you moaned, trying your best to curl your finger like you imagined Steve would, “but it would feel better if it was the real thing.” 

“I’m sure it would, honey,” you heard Steve mumble, before hearing the sound of him clearly spitting into the palm of his hand rang loud in your ear, the sound going straight to your core, your arousal coating your fingers and leaking down onto the sheets, “and I’ll give you the real thing, real soon, I promise, but can you do one thing for me?”

Your fingers slowed as your eyebrows pinched together before you stuttered out, “Yes, Steve, I’ll do anything.”

Steve wished you could see the smirk on his face at your response, his fingers still wrapped firmly around his aching cock as his spoke, “Wanna grab that flesh coloured toy I know you keep in your bottom drawer and fuck yourself with it f’me?”

You gasped at his request, your movements all but stopping in their tracks. You wracked your brain as to how he would know what you kept in that drawer but you were all but stumped. The silence on your end of the line had Steve wondering if he’d crossed a line and taken it too far but he couldn’t help himself.

Truth is, he’d seen the silicone length, complete with veins, tucked away when you’d left the drawer open accidentally when you’d excused yourself to the bathroom a month or so ago. And Steve found it simply impossible to get the image of you filling yourself up with the toy out of his mind.

“Is that okay?” Steve asked, bottom lip held firmly between his teeth now. Heat rising to his cheeks at the thought of being rejected. He could hear you moving and rustling at the other end, the anticipation making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His heart was racing, his hands growing clammy. Saliva thick in his mouth as his stomach churned with nerves.

You settled back against your plump pillows with the dildo in hand, holding the phone to your ear once more. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared at the toy, “I have it.” you squeaked out, feeling yourself get wetter by the second.

“Oh, that’s a good girl,” Steve purred, his fist beginning to pump at his cock once more, “now can you suck on it a little? Get it nice and wet f’me, baby.”

You mumbled a little mhm down the phone and Steve could only imagine what you looked like with, could only dream about what you would like with his own cock in your mouth, bright eyes blinking up at him and spit dripping down your chin. Fuck, what Steve wouldn’t give to see that.

You whined down the receiver as your hand was preoccupied, leaving you to only be able to squeeze your thighs together. The sound of you sucking and slurping on the silicone cock made Steve impossibly harder, his cock now aching and throbbing, the tip angry and leaking precum.

Steve’s jaw went slack at the sound of the dildo hitting the back of your throat, gagging on the toy, a string of spit still attached to the thing as you pulled it from your mouth. You breathed heavy down the line as you regained your composure.

“Christ,” Steve groaned, his stomach tensing as he squeezing his eyes shut, “why don’t you stretch out that little hole for me?”

You gulped at his words, teasing yourself with the toy like you usually did. Letting the tip of the dildo brush over your clit a couple times before you pushed the head into your entrance, wincing at the sweet little stretch it created. You moaned loudly once you sunk the toy a quarter of the way in, moving it in and out slowly.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve cooed, “can you go a little faster for me? Wanna hear how wet that pretty little pussy is.” 

“Fuck, Steve,” you moaned before obeying his wishes, speeding up your movements, fucking the dildo in and out of your cunt faster now. In a deliberate attempt to tease the boy, get him real riled up, you pulled on the phone, stretching the cord until the receiver was closer to the apex of your thighs.

The loud sound of the wet slap of your pussy as you fucked yourself with the toy boomed over the line and Steve reacted as expected. Hand tugging on his cock faster now, his feet firmly planted on his mattress as he bucked his hips up into his hand, his breath getting heavier and his moans getting louder.

You brought the phone back to your ear so you could moan out the boy’s name, “Oh, Steve,” you whimpered, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten.

“You’re doing so well, honey, fuck–” Steve groaned, “taking that cock so well, huh? Can’t wait to see you take the real thing, shit, bet that pussy’s just the sweetest little thing, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, yeah, Stevie,” you whined, bucking your hips to match the movements of the toy, “wish you were here. Need your cock so bad.”

Steve wasn’t even here and you were already so fucked out, so close to your orgasm, one you knew was going to wipe you out. The sound of his strained voice over the line, his unruly and raspy moans were driving you insane. 

“Don’t worry pretty girl,” he cooed, “you’ll get it real soon, I’ll fuck you real good, nice and deep. I bet that’s how you like it, hm?” 

Once Steve opened his mouth the words wouldn’t stop. There was no going back now, no hiding any feelings, no sparing himself of any embarrassment. The poor boy was drunk on you, drunk on the sweet little whines and whimpers that found their way down the phone receiver. 

“It is, yes, fuck, it is,” you cried, “I need to cum, Steve, please?” You dropped your grip on the toy, your fingers resuming their circles on your clit, your movements becoming faster, “Oh, please can I cum?”

“Fucking hell,” Steve groaned, his own orgasm around the corner, “yeah, go on baby, cum for me.” 

The boy’s words pushed you over the edge, your legs shaking as you writhed on the bed. Your pussy fluttered as you came, moaning Steve’s name down the receiver like a song, the sweetest melody that Steve had ever heard. 

“That’s my good girl, does that feel good?” Steve’s palm was slick with his own spit as it was wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping his fist harder and faster. Steve moaned loudly as you rode out your high, his own climax a stroke of his cock away.

“Fuck, baby,” he whined, toes curling into the sheets as he came, painting his stomach with ropes of hot cum. Babbling words of praise and incoherent moans into the phone, followed by heavy breaths.

The line went quiet for a beat, nothing to be heard but the both of you catching your breaths and regaining your composure. Your head became clear now, no longer tipsy, no longer desperate, suddenly realising what had just happened. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you went to speak, before Steve cut you off.

“I think I owe you a real date after that,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “pick you up at 7?”

[dead-lights]

portraits of the vatore siblings [in-game wall art]

I'm having a lot of fun putting the Vatores in period clothes, so I made some renders of them dressed up in 1890s-1940s clothing and threw them into that big frame from Vampires.

download [sfs]

This was a pretty big project: 3 cc wall art pieces covering 6 decades of fashion with 12 separate outfits, which resulted in 18 individual renders and 144 total swatches. Also, the frame itself is huge. I prefer them sized down (shift + [ in buy mode) but they are 100% the type to own larger-than-life portraits of themselves.

My hc is that the Vatores were born in the late 1930s/early 1940s, so imo they aren't actually old enough to have worn any of these clothes when they were first in style. I think they dressed up like it’s old times and took a buncha pictures just to confuse people trying to figure out how old they really are. Sibling bonding!

Included below are all 18 renders, with cc and full color below the cut.

1890s

1900s

1910s

1920s

1930s

1940s

I'm a little obsessed with Lilith's 1940s look ngl

lilith

1890s

hair: granny bun by @saurusness

hat: fine feathered hat by @gilded-ghosts

earrings: rose in the garden earrings by @rustys-cc

dress: the ida dress by retro-pixels (direct link)

pose: from mademoiselle by @blackpanda-ts4

1900s

hat: striped bow hat by @lilis-palace

hair: bertha by @buzzardly28

earrings: arthur earrings by @yakfarm

outfit: dress: edwardian huntress dress by @elfdor

pose: also from mademoiselle

1910s

hair and flower accessory: gibson curl updo by @the-melancholy-maiden

earrings: arthur earrings by yakfarm

dress: rose lunch dress by @happylifesims

pose: also from mademoiselle

1920s

hair: maxie by @raindropsoncowplants

lipstick: clara by @chere-indolente

dress: 1920s evening dress 06 by happylifesims

pose: from the louise brooks posepack

1930s

hair: gigi by @simadelics

coat: 1930s female coat 02 by happylifesims

pose: from barstool poses ii by @katverse

1940s

hair & dress from forties film noir by gilded-ghosts

pose: from monday poses by @ratboysims

caleb

1890

hat: 1920s top hat by happylifesims

1900

outfit: men's casual edwardian suit by @historicalsimslife

hat: 1920s bowler hat by happylifesims

1910

hat: 1920s fedora hat by happylifesims

1920

hat/coat: dmitri hat & coat by happylifesims

1930

fedora shape no. 2 by happylifesims

1930s male trench coat 01 by happylifesims

1940

hat: fedora shape no. 1 by happylifesims

suit: paper, ink, & sorrow suit by @anachrosims

sibling poses

jane austen poses by @atashi77 (both 1890)

model poses 32 (lilith 1900, 1920, 1930, 1940) and male poses 11 (caleb 1900, 1910, 1920, 1930, 1940) by @helgatisha

edwardian socialite by @funkyllama (lilith 1910)

@occult-cc-finds

[izadorable]

Brooke had a point. Why fish in a small and smelly pond when there were so many better alternatives in New York. "Okay lead the way." She loved that Brooke was taking charge. In the beginning it was always her leading. Brooke was really starting to grow and flourish on the Westside. It was beautiful to see. Once inside, she wrapped her arms around Brooke's shoulders from behind and leaned into her. The frat house was shameless. Everything was turned upside down and there were people fucking on the couch and in the kitchen. "You mean Kevin?" She hasn't seen him in a couple of days because he got into an altercation with River, but now River could rot in hell for calling her a whore. "Kevin is trouble, girl. His friends are no better." But she supposed that was the exciting part wasn't it? Therefore she shot Kevin a quick text. He replied within seconds saying he'll come pick them up with his friend Romeo. "Apparently he's with his friend Rome. I did some digging and found his insta. I can tell them forget it if you don't think he's hot. Personally I would fuck him."

"Beer pong?" She gets they're at a frat party but come on, ew. "The last thing I want is to breathe in someone else's beer breath." The more she thought about it, and the more she looked around, the more she noticed how slim their pickings actually are. "As fun as that sounds, I've got a better idea." Brooke grabbed both of Isadora's hands and led her through the living room. "Wanna get out of here and go someplace else? Surely, there's gotta be something better to do on a Friday night. What about your friend? The one you were caught fucking a week ago. Does he have any hot friends?"

[heavenlybackside]

Wiscasset, Waterville, & Farmington 9 crosses the Humanson Brook Trestle. 02/2024

[allpartofthejob]

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover

I'm a child, I'm a mother

I'm a sinner, I'm a saint

I do not feel ashamed

(Meredith Brooks/ "bitch")

Miss Fisher's murder mysteries (2012-2018) | 3*07, 1*07, 1*02, 1*01, 1*09

[rrrrinmaru]

rin's side stories: 02 - where jenna forces xavier to do his paperwork

wc: 662 rating: G brief: it's always a struggle for jenna to get xavier to do his paperwork. notes: a little insight into the alpha team, gen fic, no romance, canon-compliant, can be read as pre-canon or during canon

“Xavier.”

No response. The body on the couch is so motionless that a civilian would have dialed the ambulance minutes ago. 

“Xavier.”

It’s almost impressive. If she were feeling more charitable, she would call it some kind of art form. There are very few people who can simply lie down and look like all the life has been sucked out from them. There is something to be said about how committed to playing dead the figure across the room from her is.

“Xavier.”

Her tone doesn’t brook any disobedience. It forces the body on the sofa to finally shift, fingers clutching the pillow over his face to shift down slightly. Xavier peers at her from under the cushion, blinking blearily at her as if she forced him out a particularly sweet dream. 

As if he’s not currently on the clock. 

“When you requisitioned the sofa, I didn’t expect you to put it to such use,” Jenna comments, raising an eyebrow at him. “We should put a timer on it. A timer and a repelling collar on you that sends you flying from the sofa when you’ve spent over fifteen minutes on it.”

Xavier pulls the pillow further down, tucking it under his chin. “You would do that to the best Hunter on your team?”

“Who better to serve as a role model for the rest of the team than yourself?”

“Always so cruel,” Xavier sighs, sitting up properly. “The paperwork never ends.”

Jenna eyes the amount of paperwork piled up on his desk, the towering stacks of paper that bury the metal surface of his table. “It never ends because you never do them, Xavier. Get to it.”

“You’re the one in command. You do it.” Xavier gives her a look that is probably the closest thing to earnest, but Jenna’s fallen for it before and she’ll be damned if she falls for it again. 

“They’re your missions. The longer you put it off, the more paperwork there will be. All it needs is a simple mission summary—Data Analytics will handle the majority of the information. Look at what Ning wrote: ‘Tuesday morning, Wanderers at Chica’s Pizza, one Wanderer. Pizzeria was full of civilians, maybe thirty in total, full evacuation before engaging. No Protocore. Mission success.’ A total of twenty-five words.”

Xavier sighs. He stands, reluctance written all over his face and weighing his muscles down as he walks over to his desk. “What about something like, ‘I came, I saw, I conquered’?”

Jenna feels a headache come on. Xavier isn’t usually the main cause for her headaches—no, that position is saved for select people, like Nero, the serial escapist, or Andrew, the pain in her ass—but when Xavier gives her a headache, he gives her one that’s sharp and lingers. For ages. Because that’s how long he takes to complete his paperwork. 

“No. Captain’s orders. I know you have an excellent memory, Xavier. Once you put your mind to it, you’ll finish your work in no time.” She pauses, then, deciding to strike fear into his heart, adds, “be grateful I haven’t assigned you to liaise with Data Analytics on sifting through the data you bring back from your missions. I could make you list down all the Protocores you obtain from each mission, down to the specificity of each Protocurve. I could make you list the type of Wanderers you face, down to the category and details like how many limbs they had.”

The sound of pen on paper stops. When Jenna looks up, Xavier’s looking at her in shock. 

“You wouldn’t,” he says. He sounds hesitant even to her.

Jenna shrugs. This appears to be a surprisingly effective threat against him. She mentally files it away for a rainy day. “Maybe I would. I have the paperwork done up. All I need to do is have my hand slip.”

Xavier shakes his head. “Incredible,” he mutters, pen scratching away on the smooth surface of his documents. “You’re terrifying, Captain.”

==

© rrrrinmaru 2024 | no unauthorised publication or reproduction allowed

[bonhughbon]

The Brook-Van Rhijn cousins :'))

THE GILDED AGE 2 x 02: “Some Sort of Trick”

[bruuberrycc]

os conteúdos personalizados mais FOFOS para CRIANÇAS no the sims 4 (maxis match)

✨ link do vídeo: https://youtu.be/EI8_r93w1Xc

cabelos:

https://www.tumblr.com/chewybutterfly/735251181381746688/simstrouble-hair-conversions

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/705219852160434176/kids-hair-dump-42-conversions-folder

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/712380821389148160/kids-hair-dump-43-conversions-folder

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/712464216090689536/kids-hair-dump-44-conversions-folder

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https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/731877245416767488/kids-hair-dump-48-conversions-folder

https://sunivaa.tumblr.com/post/716793535018434560/download-15-ea-swatches-basegame

https://www.patreon.com/posts/kids-hair-pack-7-82717737

https://www.patreon.com/posts/75575978

https://sunivaa.tumblr.com/post/711079211728781312/download-15-ea-swatches-basegame

https://www.patreon.com/posts/75575978

roupas:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/84573434

https://www.patreon.com/posts/cozy-weather-74628834

https://simiracle.tumblr.com/post/637654855205470208/luna-cardigan-kids-version-adult-version-not (precisa ser usado com uma blusa acc, por exemplo, essa https://deetronsims.blogspot.com/2018/02/turtlenec-cessory.html#more ou https://www.patreon.com/posts/48317811)

https://www.patreon.com/posts/bubblegum-mini-1-84231534

https://www.patreon.com/posts/sole-swimwear-67644893

https://simiracle.tumblr.com/post/641561390188003328/shorts-separated-kids-version-%F0%9D%97%A3%F0%9D%97%AE%F0%9D%97%BF%F0%9D%97%AE%F0%9D%97%BB%F0%9D%97%BC%F0%9D%97%BF%F0%9D%97%BA%F0%9D%97%AE%F0%9D%97%B9-%F0%9D%97%B6%F0%9D%98%80

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https://simiracle.tumblr.com/post/675108922636500992/clumsyalien-keitha-kids-version-adult-version

https://www.patreon.com/posts/79224366

https://powluna.com/my-cc/corduroy-skirt/

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https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/cozy-weather-kids-collection

calçados:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/tus-lus-slippers-89411436

https://www.patreon.com/posts/starla-boots-75685378

https://www.patreon.com/posts/aryana-tia-child-68940926

https://www.patreon.com/posts/89411436?pr=true

https://www.patreon.com/posts/gritedge-84815754

acessórios:

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/705303914888790016/eyepatches-conversions-folder

https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/Mydarling20/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-male/title/raccoon-bag-child/id/1670451/

https://cerberus-cc.tumblr.com/post/723994499214442496/earmuffs-dump-conversions-folder

[vacantgodling]

THE SONG OF II & THE WAIL OF LAPSUNDI aka, how the world featured in The Chronicles of Lathsbury, Terrae, came into being.

i condensed a LOT of information for this but i tried to cover the main points of the beginning of the world and what led to year 1 of the first irandium (or year) of terranean history! :D

edit: i forgot the image of slide 7 somehow. it’s been added back

transposed under the cut ↓↓

SLIDE 1: The Song of Ii & The Wail of Lapsundi

or how the of the world that the story, the chronicles of lathsbury takes place in, Terrae, came to be

SLIDE 2: Out of the depths of chaos, IISIDIA(01) emerged—alone.

01. IISIDIA, goddess of the universe, creation, destruction, and magic

SLIDE 3: And this loneliness caused her great despair…

To cure this loneliness, IISIDIA decided that she would create herself a world, and dwell in it. The sonorous, somber hums deep from her breast would tumble forth through the darkness and with the power of this magic—this cantillo(02)—would come forth peaks and depths; murky waters and all manner of shadowed thing. This world, filled with no laughter, no music, and no joy—a world devoid of even the slightest traces of light. It was a world that IISIDIA would call: Lapsundi

02. chaos magic; only accessible by the gods. it takes the form of deep, otherworldly hums.

SLIDE 4: one day, as she lamented among her creation, IISIDIA saw a light…

and came upon a small babe, radiating brightness—a smile on its small cheeks.  the only beauty hidden in this barren wasteland. immediately taken with the child, IISIDIA took the babe into her arms, and knew that the child was called Phyddione.

SLIDE 5: IISIDIA decided that Phyddione could not live in a place such as this.

And with that declaration, Lapsundi could be no more. Bearing down on the world that she had made—IISIDIA tore Lapsundi apart at its seams; disgusted that she could ever conjure such a horrible place. And when she finished her long rampage, the world was once again a blank slate(03) 

03. or so she thought

SLIDE 6: The Next thing that IISIDIA decided is that, while Phyddione was precious to her, she could not live with the notion that she would remember the terrible world of Lapsundi.

FIRST: IISIDIA separated the memories and brightness of Phyddione from the physical body of The Babe

SECOND: IISIDIA cast the memories and the light up to the heavens; creating The Sun—otherwise known as Phyddione, The Prisoner of Light. Her tears of being separated create the sunbeams that shine bright throughout the Universe.

THIRD: IISIDIA used her divinity to bestow a new identity upon the babe. The Babe then became IIARAN, her first memories being of seeing her elder sister, IISIDIA in the brightening universe.

SLIDE 7: “We Shall Sing A Great Song and Build A World Unto Our Own.”

—said IIARAN to her Elder Sister IISIDIA

and thus, THE SONG OF II would soon Come to Pass.

SLIDE 8: THE SONG OF II: The Creation of Terrae

is separated into 6 movements that correspond with the creation of certain elements of their new world and with it, the creation, of cantatio

the casting of the lights movement -> what created the numerous stars that light the way of the night. it is said the movement was light and airy but full of hope. created the minor god: Palanthia

the rumbling brook movement -> what created the oceans, rivers, lakes and seas. the waters swirled in a great vortex, and the major god, KOST was born to shepherd the oceans

the shaping of clay movement -> what created the land that would float atop of the oceans and would house all of the other creations IIARAN wanted to make. from a loc of IISIDIA’s hair, the alter deity IDMIR was born and took IISIDIA’s drum, Nitarr as his husband.

the flowering movement -> what created the forests and vegetation of Terrae and from a thick bramble known as The Thicket, the god, MIZDARR emerged*

the creeping movement -> what created all the animals on both land and sea. some that approached The Thicket were tainted by the chaos within it, giving MIZDARR dominion over all animals as well.

the final crescendo -> IIARAN breathed a breath of divinity across the land, and from that breath, rose what would become The First Terraneans. 

SLIDE 9:

When Terraneans first open their eyes to take in the splendor of their new home, they are immediately blinded by the sun’s powerful rays. 

Seeing her creation’s plight, IIARAN runs to IISIDIA in despair. IISIDIA takes IIARAN to a nearby brook and has her look upon her reflection. As the young goddess is mesmerized by what she sees; IISIDIA takes that image of her and casts it up into the heavens opposite of Phyddione. This mirror absorbs some of the blinding light of the sun, and saves the Terranean people from falling prey to its deadly rays, while also providing light during the deepest, darkest nights. This mirror became known as Idyenhdop. — Also known as The Moon.

SLIDE 10: It wasn’t long before IIARAN realized that her divinity kept her from being able to walk among the Terraneans. 

and in her sadness, she weeps, so IISIDIA comforts her.

the two lay together among their bed of stars, and from their union, the goddess of the people, MUINENS is born, taking equal parts of both of her mothers.

despite her divinity, she is able to reach out and choose certain Terraneans to hear her speech and read her thoughts, dubbed OOMs (Oracles of Muinens). The first OOM, Inen, guides the first Terranean migration, away from The Thicket and deep into the south west. When the goddess bids them stop, IDMIR and Nitarr bring forth a large hill, elevated to protect the Terraneans from the beasts and monsters that roam the land.

Year 1 is established—the birthplace of The Citadel of Argos has come.

[companion-showdown]

It's time to nominate: Which companion would make the best villain?

Please take into account two versions of best, best as in would be successful, and best as in fun to watch

Kamelion is no longer an autoqualifier (full list here). Just as a reminder there are 8 slots up for grabs for nominated candidates, the list below will be subject to a group stage to bring us down to that number.

You can nominate anyone you like, they do not have to be a companion. The only other rule is they cannot already be a villain, a little antagonism is fine, but if we know what they look like as a villain they will not be included.

Nominees

Margaret Hopwood

Winston Churchill

Elton Pope

Ursula Blake

Child Master (Titan Comics with War)

The TARDIS

Alice Obiefune

Bad Wolf

Canton Everette Deleware III

Compassion

Jenny (The Doctor's Daughter)

Lee

Karvanista

Stormageddon Dark Lord of All

Kamelion

Me (aka ashildr)

Señor 105

Fenella Wibsey

Chris Cwej

Kate Stewart

Vastra

Luke Smith

Sara Kingdom

Bret Vyon

Christina de Souza

Jackie Tyler

Wolsey

Adelaide Brooke

Mason Bennet

Francine Jones

nominations will be open for at least the next 24 hours, that is until 17:00 GMT (UTC+0), 15/02

after that there is no guarantee

[peachsummersims]

Streetwear Lookbook ft. Brook 🏙️

01. jacket | bodysuit | pants | sneakers* | sunglasses* | necklace

02. jacket | top | jeans | sneakers* | sunglasses* | necklace

03. hat | shirt | jeans | sneakers | waist chain | sunglasses*

04. jacket | top | shorts | sunglasses* | socks | crossbody*

Thanks to all CC creators @charonlee @babyetears @trillyke @backtrack-cc @belaloallure3 @khadijah551 @arethabee and others!

[systeminquiry]

Debunking: Plurality in Transgender Mental Health (2018)

Cross-posting this solid debunking of an oft-cited section about plurality. Most of the images speak for themselves, but I'll add in occasionally to explain further.

The first section defines being plural as "Having two or more people existing in one body or space" (Yarbrough, 2018). The highlighted sections on plurality have no source - these are unsubstantiated claims that contradict the scientific general consensus and research on how systems form, leaving the reader unable to determine whether the information came from a legitimate/reputable source or not. As it is now, the fact that the sections about plurality have no source seems to imply that the author couldn't find a legitimate source with their definition of plurality, instead fabricating explanations.

The majority of this page describes someone who has been repeatedly traumatized as an example for explaining plurality. In context, this actually makes the argument against their claim stronger - if this is the only case study provided, it implies the only sources the author found to support their claim here are trauma-related - inadvertently strengthening the claim that systems can't form without trauma.

The information about open and closed systems, fronting and blending, and headspaces does have a source, but upon investigation, the original source doesn't have a source; the only information we have about the author is the note that the page was "Written by E of NS," who is not listed anywhere on the site (E of N.S). Where is all this information coming from? Who is E of NS? It is possible that some of what's written is accurate, but the fact that so much of the original source makes claims without citing any sources, and that we know nothing about the author but their initials, this source cannot be called a credible one.

This entire section makes claims about plurality that directly contradicts the body of existing research (see Dorahy et al., 2014 and Dell & O'Neil, 2009, but there are more) with no sources to support what they're saying. I cannot call this reliable or legitimate information if large sections are fictitious.

As shown above, all of these references either pertain to dissociative disorders or are not legitimate sources as is evident in previous sections. Of note to me is that the author's specialties don't include DID, multiplicity, or trauma.

I hope that this breakdown helps explain why the section on plurality in Transgender Mental Health has a lot of illegitimacy and should thus not be cited as a reliable or accurate source.

Sources below the cut:

American Psychiatric Association, DSM-5 Task Force. (2013). Diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders: DSM-5™ (5th ed.). American Psychiatric Publishing, Inc.. https://doi.org/10.1176/appi.books.9780890425596

Dell, P. & O'Neil, J. (2009). Dissociation and the Dissociative Disorders: DSM-V and Beyond. Routledge.

Dorahy M. J., Brand, B.L., Şar V., et al. (2014). Dissociative identity disorder: An empirical overview. Australian & New Zealand Journal of Psychiatry, 48(5), 02-417. https://doi.org/10.1177/0004867414527523

E of N.S. (n.d.). What Is Plurality?. Plurality Resource. https://pluralityresource.org/plurality-information/

Herman, J. L. (1992). Trauma and recovery. Basic Books/Hachette Book Group.

Johnson, J. G., Cohen, P., Kasen, S., & Brook, J. S. (2006). Dissociative disorders among adults in the community, impaired functioning, and axis I and II comorbidity. Journal of psychiatric research, 40(2), 131–140. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.jpsychires.2005.03.003

Yarbrough, E. (2018). Transgender Mental Health. American Psychiatric Association Publishing.