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Aight!! Calling on a good portion of the DpxDc fandom! Please help a gal out?? Like, I'm looking for this fic, here are the deets:

It's definitely a DpxDc fic.

The main characters are Danny, Diana/Wonder Woman - and in a way, Clockwork.

Clockwork gets Diana to care for Danny in this fic

Diana and Danny are cousins in this fic

They are both pretty, like crazy beautiful

Diana gets Danny a gig in the museum she works at. People go to his section because he's pretty....

Please, send titles...please???!!!

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Burn Bright White - Chapter Eight.

Huge thanks as always to my audience of two, Diana and Lindsey, for your comments and reblogs :)

Previous Chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

Tag list - In the comments. DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,143

Warnings - 18+ content, minors DNI! Also, while I have tried to remain as true to how Niklas is in reality as I can, I have to have a little creative freedom of my own with him in this. If you don’t like it, simply scroll on by. Bitching isn’t tolerated here. At all. Remember, it’s fiction, not a documentary ;) It’s also worth mentioning that while Taissa has qualities of being quite charming at times, she is not, by any means, a good person.

“Shit, you look rough.”  

Taissa raised her middle finger before curling her fist and sending it into the centre of her brother’s chest softly. “Love you, too, Miika.” 

He snort laughed at her sarcasm, letting her into his apartment, noticing she was walking a little strangely. Bow-legged would be an accurate description of her gait. Entering the lounge, she greeted Carla, his girlfriend with a kiss, sitting down at her side. 

“Do you have any of that cream mom always used to give us when we hurt ourselves? The stuff that makes you heal faster?” 

“Arnica?” Miika asked, pausing in the doorway, watching his sister nod. “I do, hang on.” A quick trip to the bathroom and raid of the cupboard located the small jar, Miika entering the lounge and throwing it to her.  

“Thanks.” Catching the jar, she unscrewed it, kicking off her shoes and putting her feet on the coffee table before her, Carla’s mouth dropping open. 

“Oh my god!” Those loud, American tones filled the room, her gasp sounding thereafter as she took in the damage. “What the hell did you... are those bite marks?” 

“Yes, and they fucking hurt like a motherfucker, too.” Her toes were bruised dark purple, a few scattered puncture wounds from teeth, her insides fluttering at the memory of being held down by her neck and fucked so hard, she’d almost cried, all while having her toes sucked and bitten. “Here, be a darling and do my back for me. I know I have some damage there but I can’t reach.”  

The jar was handed over, Taissa pulling up the white top she wore, Carla’s jaw almost hitting her knees. “Tai, for the love of god, girl! What did he do to you? And who is he, this, this... wreaker of carnage?” 

“Brutalised me,” she grinned. “All night long.”  

“Nope, no. I do not wish to hear these details,” Miika cringed from the other sofa, looking perturbed. 

“Then you can walk your ass into the other room, can’t you?” Carla offered, pointing to the door with a grin. “So c’mon, girly. Gimme the deets! Is he hot? What’s the dick like?” 

“Yes, and big.” 

“La, la, la, la, la,” Miika chimed, sticking his fingers in his ears, the women laughing at his anguish. “Baby, you know that crazy guy we dropped to a few months ago, answered the door covered in blood? Him.” 

His girlfriend’s face was completely accepting of such, nodding rapidly. “I can see how he’s your sister’s type.” 

“So what,” Miika began, lighting a joint from one of the many red candles littering the table. “Are you dating Kvarforth now then, hmm?” 

“Dating is a little strong.” Thanking Carla for her help, she lowered her top again, taking one of the bottles of raspberry and pear cider she was offered with thanks, Carla cracking one open for herself, too. “But I am having a lot of sex with him regularly.” 

“And with that, I need to know nothing more,” he replied, his mouth thinning. “I think you’re crazy, though. He’s trouble. Worse than you.” 

“He’s not,” she spoke, waving her hand dismissively. “He’s fine as long as he’s medicated, and it’s just casual. You know I don’t do commitment.”  

Indeed, she and Niklas had been seeing one another a few times a week by that point, a little over two months on from first meeting. It absolutely wasn’t dating, though. Although, that wasn’t to say that all they did was have the kind of sex that would make the more vanilla person blush.  

Staying at her brother’s place for only a short time, she handed over a refreshed supply of various mind-bending powders and pills, heading home to get changed. She was picking up Niklas for an evening out, having to talk him into it a little. After all, his aversion to people meant he wasn’t massively social, and if he was, it wasn’t for long periods of time.  

She knew she had to show an interest beyond simply fucking him, though, slot herself into place at his side more, become his perfect woman. That meant spending time away from the bedroom, amping up the charade that she was becoming smitten, too. Her toxic game with him aside, she did actually find herself feeling a little genuine excitement at seeing him. He was her kind of person, after all.  

“I’m here, hurry up.” Ending the call, she waited outside his apartment, checking her appearance again, shifting a little. Her dress was very tight, strapless and clingy, a little difficult to walk in since it reached her ankles. It showed off her slender curves nicely, though.  

“How fucking dare you,” Niklas spoke after climbing into her car, eyes roving over her. 

“How dare I what, my gorgeous animal?” she cooed, puckering her lips at him. He granted her a kiss before replying. 

“Wear a dress that tight with no fucking bra on. I can see your nipples. You are a terrible seductress to my male hormones. No underwear, no respect.” 

“True, I’m not wearing a thong either.” She began to giggle at the pained look on his face, grumbling a few words in Swedish she just about understood. “You can take it out on me later.” 

He grinned wickedly, clipping his seatbelt in. “I intend to.” 

She drove through the city until they reached the outskirts, an old industrial estate coming into view, Taissa swinging her car in. Two large men guarded the wire gate, one holding an i-Pad in his grasp. 

“Taissa Aho and guest.” 

He nodded. “Good to see you again, Miss. Aho.”  

Having absolutely no idea over the destination of their outing, Niklas remained perplexed. “What the fuck are we doing here?” 

Manoeuvring her car into a space between another BMW and a Mercedes, she cut the engine. “You’ll see.” Reaching into the rear passenger footwell, she grabbed her shoes, slipped her feet in and got out. At seeing the way she tottered; Niklas couldn’t help but snort with laughter. 

“You’re walking like a penguin with a butt plug up its ass.” 

Her eyebrow raised. “How many penguins have you anally violated to know that?” More laughter followed. He liked that very much about her. She was a fairly stoic individual, but fuck, she was funny. “I have no choice but to shuffle. These shoes are very high and the dress is tight.” 

Seven inch heeled, patent, spike-adorned Louboutin's. “They’re certainly something,” he spoke approvingly, holding out his hand. “Here, so you don’t fall.” 

Taissa was the furthest thing from a hand holder, but in this case, she needed it. Her outfit choice was solely to titillate; unincumbered forward motion hadn’t been factored in. Walking to the large, steel panelled building, a door was held open for them, Taissa leading them in and over to a staircase.  

The descent wasn’t nearly as difficult as she imagined, the sound of music thumping becoming louder, arriving in a small room with two men waiting, a woman behind a counter that contained a wall of small boxes.  

“Phones and weapons, please,” she spoke, Taissa taking her iPhone and knuckle dusters from her bag and handing them over, receiving a small ticket, Niklas doing the same. He hadn’t anything lethal about his person, though. For once. She then moved to the men, holding her arms wide, having a metal detector scanned over her before he nodded, checking Niklas too.  

The door was opened for them, a large crowd gathered within a makeshift seating area, surrounding a caged off octagon. 

“All this for an underground MMA fight?” he asked a little incredulously, wondering why there’d been such tight security as well as the surrender of phones.  

“It isn’t just an MMA fight, Niklas,” she spoke, steering him towards the bar. “Well, the preceding fights are, but the main card isn’t.”  

He wound his hand impatiently for more details. “Blah, blah fucking blah. Get to the point.” 

“Have you ever been to a death match?” He’d seen somebody being beaten to death, but no, not an organised one. “Well, now you can say that you have. You just cannot give any details, obviously.” 

His dark lord below, this woman. She was so different from any other he’d ever met, so far from mundane and basic. Taking him to an illegal, underground death match on a date? It was a first, even for someone who’d lived the kind of morally corrupt life that he had.  

Ordering him a beer and a Jim Beam over ice for herself, they then moved down to the side of the ring, Taissa showing one of the guys guarding the line a slip of paper. He nodded before escorting them to the front row. 

Taking their seats, Taissa was out of hers again in a second, shuffling as quickly as she could as a huge man with muscles the size of bowling balls approached, his arms wide, Taissa throwing hers around his neck with a happy squeak as he lifted her from the ground. Niklas felt a slither of jealousy rise sharply, a red mist creeping over him until he noticed. Zakk Wylde with a bald head, over two metres tall, covered in Neo-Nazi tattoos.  

“Papa, this is Niklas. Niklas, my father, Leevi.” 

The giant of a man offered his hand as he stood up, his grip bone crunching. “Niklas! I am a big fan of your music. Good to meet you!” 

He nodded. “Thank you. Taissa has spoken of you to me. You fit the description.” 

Leevi smiled from beneath his bushy beard, turning to put his arm around his daughter, pointing at Niklas. “So, you finally find yourself a real man, eh, my little piranha fish?” She nodded, winking at the object of her desire, Leevi leaning to him. “See, here is where a normal father would threaten you with death if you hurt her, but trust me, my girl can do that all by herself.” 

“Exactly. She makes Harley Quinn fucking look like Barbie,” Niklas spoke candidly, Leevi bellowing a laugh. 

“I like him, I like him, he’s a real motherfucker!” he spoke, his eyes flitting across the space. “If you will excuse me, some associates of mine just arrived. We will catch up later.”  

He slapped Niklas on the back heartily and kissed his daughter on the head before moving to the group of people who’d just entered, the pair taking their seats once more. 

“Did you know he’d be here?” he asked, sipping his beer.  

She shook her head, lighting a cigarette and offering one to him he accepted. “No idea, but I should have. He’s the one who introduced me to this world, brought me on my eighteenth birthday. He used to fight in them too when he was younger. Obviously, he’s never been defeated.” 

He could certainly believe a man the size of Leevi would have no trouble at all with beating an opponent to his death.  

Sitting there talking between themselves, Niklas couldn’t help but notice it, the way every single set of male eyes surrounding them – and the crowd was mostly men – all viewed Taissa appreciatively, and him with contemptuous envy. That in itself was a pleasing ego boost, even more so when she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him shamelessly.  

It was a little more affectionate than he was used to from her, but he wasn’t complaining. There he was, the focus of the most desired and beautiful woman in the building.  

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” she purred, licking his cheek, her hand sliding inside his t shirt to stroke his chest, her other curled at the base of his neck, gently clawing at him with her nails. “You’re getting me wet just looking at you, you gorgeous motherfucker.” 

“Be careful of puddles when you stand up, then,” he spoke, nodding downwards. “You don’t need any further complications in those shoes.” 

She laughed, basking as he tightened his arm around her, kissing the side of her neck repeatedly. “No, I just need your mouth between my legs, my gorgeous animal.”  

He rumbled a chuckle, turning her head to face him, tickling her lips with his tongue. Predictably, she bit it, sucking on it a little. “You’ll get that. Later. Or maybe I will make you wait even longer, until you’re begging me.” 

“I don’t beg.” 

He frowned, resting his forehead to hers, staring intently with wide eyes that anyone else would have found intimidating. Not her. “You will for me, little beast.” 

Unravelling from each other, they turned their attention towards the ring, the first fight about to start. Once again, she was out of her seat briefly, going over to a group of men in the far corner, pulling a wad of notes from her bag. Ahh, she was placing a bet. He could only wonder what the odds on death would be.  

“How much did you bet?” he asked upon her return. 

“Ten G’s on Aalto to win. He’s an old prison friend of my father’s.” She then leaned nearer, so only he could hear. “He’s been deliberately throwing his fights for months so he goes into this, his first death match, as the underdog. Truth is, the guy is a sure thing.” 

Niklas could only take her word for it, but come the main card, he saw exactly why Olavi Aalto was considered such by Taissa. What followed was about one of the rawest displays of brutality he’d ever seen, both men literally fighting each other to the death, Taissa screaming at his side in Olavi’s favour, thriving on it.  

Nope. He truly hadn’t ever met somebody like her before. Most women had the ‘oh, I can fix him’ mentality. Her? She’d probably only make him worse.  

With a sickening blow, the neck of Olavi’s opponent was snapped, his body hitting the canvas with a thud, the referee confirming after checking his pulse. With one life exited, Taissa’s became further richer to the tune of fifteen thousand euro’s, collecting her win jubilantly and heading straight to the bar.  

“Come on, kid. How much?” 

Turning to her father, she put a soda in his hand, passing a beer to Niklas. “Fifteen.” 

He whistled. “That’s ten more than me, money bags.” He didn’t earn anywhere near what his children did, Leevi having to keep well under the radar thanks to his highly documented criminal past. He’d forever be a police target thanks to his endeavours, but now two years out of prison after a six-year stretch, he intended to stay free.  

His kids were twenty-eight and thirty, and he’d already missed out on big chunks of their lives through incarceration. With them reaching the years where grandchildren might become a fixture – perhaps for Miika more so than Taissa – being locked up for any more of his life definitely wasn’t on his agenda. At fifty-six, it was time he calmed down a smidgen.  

He was a very interesting man regardless, though, so Niklas discovered, sharing stories with one another of what some would deem to be their misspent youth and beyond. Hearing Leevi talk, he saw clearly how much Taissa was her father’s daughter.  

Later on that night, after they’d enjoyed a very vigorous round of heated sex, they found themselves in conversation, the subject of family discussed. Her father specifically. Leevi no longer drank alcohol at all, but when he had... 

“I remember we always used to hide when he came home drunk, but my mother, for all of her gentleness, she never did. It was almost like she knew she couldn’t avoid it, so she endured him beating the shit out of her in a drunken rage. In a sick way, I think she thrived on it a little, too. She liked the drama. I’ve always adored my father, but that was where I drew a motherfucking line, him pulverising her. 

“One night, it happened again, but so much worse. We knew we couldn’t call the police, my brother and I, dad always instilled that ‘fuck the police’ mentality into us. I couldn’t let him keep beating my mother, though, so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, jumped on his back and stabbed him in the top of his chest just beneath his right clavicle.” 

“And his reaction to such?” 

“He laughed,” she confirmed, watching Niklas do the same. “He went and got patched up by some backstreet doctor and came back, apologised to my mother and then came up to my bedroom. He sat on the bed and I was fucking terrified he was going to strangle me or something, he was so eerily calm.  

“And I remember, I will never forget what he said. ‘I cannot be angry with you, Tai. You are the creature I created.’ They divorced not long after that, Miika and I stayed with her for a while but in the end, we went to live with him. She was gentle, as I said, but fucking neurotic a lot of the time.  

“Without the drama of being married to our father, she created it with us, being overbearing. So yeah, we went back to dad, between his prison stints. Being with her was harder, because she was always pick, pick, picking at us. Whatever we did was wrong. That gentleness, it eroded eventually.” 

“My mother, she was similar,” he began, grabbing the ashtray and placing it between them, taking out two cigarettes and passing one to her. “Not so much neurotic, but she could be sadistic without realising it. Nothing I did was ever good enough for her, and it became worse the older I got. Our relationship was great when I was little, but as an adult, it was complex.” 

Pointing to the tattoo on his bicep, she ran her finger along the name Suzanne. “Is this her? She is passed now?” He nodded. “Same. Tulisa died when I was eighteen.” 

“Tulisa, that is Greek, isn’t it?” he questioned. “Same as your name.” 

Lighting her cigarette, she shifted up a little. “It is. She was half Greek, and I am named after her mother. Taissa means goddess.” 

“Apt,” he asserted, looking her up and down a few times. “More underworld goddess than celestial, though.” He reached to stroke her cheek with his thumb. “I like your darkness, though. I think it mingles well with mine. We have an understanding of one another few else do.” 

It might have been the truth, but of course, he wielded it as a manipulation tactic, getting himself inside her head a little. He couldn’t discount, though, that looking at her there in his bed, it prickled at him, whether he truly wanted to.  

Trying to become a better person. Perhaps he might stand a chance if he didn’t continue repeating the kind of behaviour that made him anything but.  

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I once again appear with a seasonal offering, this time a sim dump!

These kiddos are - from left to right, top to bottom - Diana, Danica, Artemis, & Ares and they are born-in-game second generation from my personal supernatural gameplay I started this summer and well...never touched again :D

They are 2 sets of twins (my first twins sice the infants update - juggling two toddlers and two infants was a lot™) so technically they should be identical...kinda...and yes, Danica was born blonde somehow. It's ok!!

Since they are from my supernatural save, they are Spellcasters ✨

In my game the girls are still children and the boys are toddlers so I aged them up for you, the proper way with a cake, no CAS shortcuts.

THE DEETS

Teenagers

They come "packaged" as a family - obviously feel free to use as single sims, get rid of the problematic siblings

Very minimal CC INCLUDED (skin details, my sliders just in case, & Danica's hair)

I did not include my defaults and eyelashes, I felt it was pointless since we all have our faves.

TOU

As per usual, you can do whatever you want with them - modify, use as base etc, go wild - I just ask to please do not claim/reupload as your own if left untouched and no paywalls/early access, I beg.

If you give them a make-over or if you decide to let them live in your game as is, I'd love a @ mention so I can see what they're up to 💖

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Sunday Six 9.24.23

Happy Sunday evening, Tumblrs! I know I have been MIA for the absolute longest, and wanting to give a huge THANK YOU to those who know the dirty deets about what’s been going on this summer, and being the shoulders, ears, support, and encouragement, I need to carry on and carry through one day at a time.

Despite posting two dribbles over the past day or so, not saying I am on the comeback trail, but I have been putting fingers to keyboard, and sharing story ideas. While they are not part of today’s Sunday Six, I am working on Sins of the Father; a part two to Dead in the Water (the How to Get Away with Murder AU), tentatively titled Tell Me When I’m Telling Lies; and a Riam one-shot that may become a casual series titled Happy Family.

What I offer to you tonight dear readers are two new ideas (well one isn’t that new):

Church Folk (the MegaChurch AU) based on Wonder’s worst ever version of Riam; she looks like a cross between Wendy Williams and Dionne Warwick, and has six fingers (five whole ass fingers and a thumb); Asian Liam is a dead ringer for Joel Osteen. They are co-pastors of the First, Last, & Only Cordonian Church of God in Christ where the mottos are:

We’re Alphabet Friendly!

God LOVES a Sinner, and so do we

Jesus Ain’t No Joke!

Think of every megachurch scandal, and give Riley Tammy Faye Baker’s hair …

A Summer Place—The Graduate which is an age-gap romance between Liam and Diana, who is Drake & Riley’s daughter. Except Liam doesn’t know, and Diana knows nothing about Cordonia except it is where her parents’ once-great love story originated.

There will be two versions to this story; Version B is titled A Summer Place—Mrs. Robinson, where Riley has an age-gap romance with Andreas, Liam’s son who visits NYC for the summer before starting University. Again, they have no idea of the other.

I realize others are writing age-gap/forbidden romances, but I am hopeful that my ideas and execution will make mine different from what's out there. And it’s me; by the time I finish writing the stories, it isn’t as if I’ll be glutting the market with the trope.

Okay, enough rambling; sneak peeks are below the cut, and as usual everything is in a state of rough draft and published product may vary.

Church Folk (song inspo: Church Clap, KB/Lecrae):

Their courtship had lasted two years; at Liam’s insistence, it had been chaste as well. At least for one of them.

The couple attended church together: Monday night Praise and Devotionals, Wednesday evening Bible study, couples therapy on Saturday mornings, 11am Sunday Sermon.

Between work and church activities, Liam and Riley dated; meals, museums, hikes, volunteering at soup kitchens. No matter the time or venue, all tended to end with them getting hot and heavy in the back seat of his car: Moans, groans, fogged windows; deep French kisses, groping of breasts and fondling of balls, arching and thrusting of hips. All the while keeping their clothes on.

The son of a preacher man never allowed himself to finger Riley nor for her to stroke his manhood.

Penetration was completely out of the question.

Riley often thought it was because of her 6th finger, and that despite his protests, Liam really could not deal with it. But he assured his bride-to-be between desperate kisses that it didn’t matter. Saving themselves for marriage did.

Liam Osteen Rhys firmly believed Riley had been sent to him; her polydactyl was a sign from God Himself that this woman was to be his wife. In the biblical sense, her extra finger was a sign of both wealth and that she was a messenger of God. Liam needed the former, FLOCC needed the latter. In the scientific sense, persons with polydactyl were proven to be stronger and more dexterous than those without.

Yes, Riley B. Williams was his good thing, and he wasn’t letting lust interfere. So, after every date while Riley sat alone in her bedroom with her battery-operated boyfriend and Pornhub pulled up on her phone, Liam visited Maybelle Nussbaum, his high school sweetheart.

If all had gone according to Liam’s plan, he would be wedded to Maybelle already, but his father absolutely forbade an inter-faith marriage. Only one version of God would be worshipped in the Rhys family, and THEIR God believed in ham, bacon, shrimp, and one day to celebrate the birth of Christ.

With Maybelle, Liam could go all the way, and he did. Every time. Sometimes protection was used, but most times not. The future preacher was convinced God wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen to him because he always sought forgiveness afterwards.

On their wedding day, all of Cordonia’s press outlets were present, as well as most of the town; the Rhys family was practically royalty in the small suburb, and everyone wanted to be in attendance for the wedding of a lifetime. Liam stood at the altar with his father, best man and groomsmen, occasionally looking over the crowd still being seated.

His eyes widened when the doors to the ceremony room opened and Maybelle Nussbaum strode through, wearing baggy sweatpants, a vomit-stained tee shirt, and her hair in a messy blonde bun. A swaddled infant rested in the crook of one arm; her free hand pulled a rolling suitcase behind her.

Liam had broken it off with his lover exactly 13 months earlier; he needed to focus on being a husband and ensure no hint of scandal touched his betrothment. He did it via text message and promptly blocked Maybelle’s number and deleted their chat history. And that was the end of that.

Or so he thought.

“Here ya go, Liam! You left this in my uterus right before you blocked me,” the new mother said loudly and cheerily as she placed the baby in a non-plussed Liam’s arms.

The murmurs and whispers amongst the guests began immediately. Constantine’s complexion turned a vague shade of purple. The groomsmen’s eyes went between Maybelle and Liam, who was sputtering and stammering as he protested.

“YOU CANNOT LEAVE ME WITH THIS CHILD, MAYBELLE!” Liam thundered.

“Why not? You did it to me,” Maybelle retorted as she rolled the suitcase up to the altar. “Everything you need is in there. I’m gonna skedaddle now. Take good care of her.”

The scorned lover slipped out a side door just as the Wedding March began to play.

A Summer Place—The Graduate (Version A, Liam)

Song Inspo: Parallel, Emlie Kahn

The server and the sovereign stood at the balcony’s railing as they awaited their food. The dock surrounding the sea harbor was gaily decorated with colorful streamers and balloons. The intricately painted dragon boats sat in their slips, bobbing against the gently cresting aquamarine sea while crew members worked on last minute inspections and details before the race.  

Diana’s chocolate brown eyes were wide with excitement as they took in the scene before her.  

“This is amazing! I’ve never seen anything like this. Montana is basically bull riding, which is literally flags and cowboy hats. And the ocean … it’s so blue and clear, like something out of a painting!” 

Liam studied her profile, wondering why he had the nagging feeling he had seen her before. Her olive complexion, high cheekbones, the curvature of her full lips. It was as if he had seen her features on another face, but not in this particular order. 

“It’s the Aegan Sea,” he gently corrected her, “and yes, it’s a beautiful sight.” 

Diana felt her cheeks flush crimson, as embarrassment flooded her body. She stared up at Liam contritely. “I’m sorry, you must think I’m a goof!” 

Liam’s arm reached out and his palm gently patted the back of her hand. “Why would I think that? You simply didn’t know. It’s your first time here.” 

Diana’s eyes went between Liam’s hand on hers and his eyes, which were filled with a gentle emotion.  

“You’re fine,” he assured her as his other hand ran fingers through her hair, tucking strands behind her ear.  

She felt a pleasant shiver at his touch, which she quickly dismissed as her imagination. Yes, Liam was manly perfection with his trim physique, head full of hair untouched by gray, and the face of a Greek god. But he was her father’s age and had women across the country and continent ready to do his bidding.  

She was a tourist that would be leaving in a couple of months. A nobody, 24 years his junior who didn’t know an ocean from a sea. Diana slowly pulled her hand away from his.  

“So, what’s for lunch? I’m starving!” she said a little more loudly than intended.  

“Oh, you are in for a treat!” Liam grinned. “Mediterranean seafood pie, scallops in a lemon garlic cream sauce, lobster tails stuffed with crabmeat, crab imperial …" 

“Oh my God! It’s like Red Lobster!” Diana exclaimed as she clapped her hands together.  

Liam looked puzzled. “Red Lobster?” 

“It’s an American surf and turf chain restaurant. It’s delicious!” 

“I can only hope Portavira lives up to such a lofty ideal.” 

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⭐️ gimme the roseverse rosie and alastor deets (post rosebush eve)

It has been three weeks since the Rosebush Incident in OWDLIF, so here's what's been happening on the Radiorose front.

Rosie does NOT fucking know about what happened during that last broadcast where things got spooky on air and has not asked Al about it. She has, however, asked Husk about it in a "okay but is he okay because that was weird?" kind of way and got a pretty noncommittal shrug.

She's pretty sure the party was Alastor's excuse to bully Goetia and get some pep back in his step after that six months sabbatical where he rubbed salt all over his trauma and said "I'm not traumatized" and it has backfired no matter what he says.

She has absolutely told him that he needs to make nice with Lilith because she's a good ally to have and it caused a pretty passive-aggressive shouting match between them. Alastor has since doubled down on mainly tormenting Lucifer and continuing to ease into Charlie's space as hotelier and just freezing Lilith out. Rosie finds this dumb as fuck, but really doesn't want to fight with him about it anymore.

Fun Fact: Diana will narc on Alastor to Rosie at any available opportunity if he's acting "weird in a bad way." This was not why she was put in the hotel, obviously, but it is a benefit. Also it's a good way to keep gossip about the hotel fresh and helps her spread the word, when there's fun shit that isn't Alastor-related.

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A California mom and OnlyFans model — who has been accused of “pedo-baiting” by editing her photos to look like a child — has taken her own life.

Diana Deets, who was known online as Coconut Kitty, committed suicide on Feb. 12, according to an announcement on her Instagram page addressed to “all lovers and fans of Coconut.”

“It’s unfair. Life is unfair. We wish you guys could get to know her the way her friends and family did. See, she was such a light to this world. Truly she was always glowing. You could never slow that girl down,” the statement informs her more than 5.4 million followers.

“She was so hard headed and strong, but also just so kind with the biggest heart we have ever known. She was always trying to lift everyone up around her. She wanted everyone to win,” the statement continues.

Deets’ age remains unclear, as the model would refuse to reveal it, but reports suggest she was 24.

Deets was described as “the type of person who would drop everything to help you with your problems and would always be in your corner.”

The model was also remembered as “a mom, a sister, a daughter, a best friend” and a person who “could light up a whole room.”

“It could turn your whole day around. And her laugh, her laugh was so contagious,” the statement read.

The post includes two images, one a black square and the other the number 988 for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline in the US.

Deets had a reported net worth of about $450,000, according to SNBC13, which cited unconfirmed reports that she had suffered from depression that may have involved backlash from her line of work.

According to a 2021 article in Rolling Stone, Deets had been criticized for editing herself to look like a child — with some accusing her of catering to pedophiles.

“I did get tired of people commenting on my looks when I was camming” she told the magazine. “It kinda bothered me.”

When asked what her real age was, Deets refused to reveal it to Rolling Stone — deeming it “irrelevant.”

She said she first tried to make money by selling her acrylic paintings, but that she needed to supplement her income further.

“At that point, I was like, ‘How can I make money off my art?’ and that’s how I decided to do digital art,” Deets told Rolling Stone. “And that’s how I created Coconut Kitty.”

Regarding her appearance online, she said: “I wanted to make something that looked like a real-life anime character — small chin, big eyes — that was made in my likeness, because I use a picture of myself and I edit it.”

She added: “I just wanted to create a fantasy, just a character. And I was able to hide my identity and still make money off my art.”

Kate Oseen, an Instagram creator and anti-porn advocate, had accused Deets of “grooming” and catfishing underage young women on social media to join OnlyFans, according to Rolling Stone.

Oseen cited a tweet Deets had posted asking women with more than 700,000 followers on Instagram to contact her for a “business opportunity.”

But Deets denied the claim and said she was only looking for another model to co-host a car event with her.

“I wouldn’t do anything in an unsafe environment, and I wouldn’t attend myself if I was unsafe,” she told the mag. “And I wouldn’t do that to someone else if it was unsafe for them.”

In addition to adult modeling, the model was developing an “ADULT HUMOR CARTOON MEETS LOONEY TUNES SERIES,” her Instagram page says.

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Boomerang: Okay, but next time I'm taking you to a Sbarros.

Diana: Sbarros?

Boomerang: I don't know there aren't any restaurant chains that specialize in Greek.

Diana: Ugh, tell me about it. I'd kill for a Gyro.

Robin: I know like three places in Gotham, I'll phone you the deets.

Taking Boomer to a Outback feels a bit like a hate crime