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[ijustreallywantagrilledcheese]

The 20th anniversary of the Sims 2's coming up next month

Fun fact.

Also, on a semi-related note, I'm FINALLY doing a definitive remodel of the Goth house. (I've done it once before but the LAST time I did it they added in ponds like immediately afterwards and a pond was a significant feature in the remodel.)

Just to give you a scope on how HUGE this remodel is, here's some quick numbers:

It took me exactly 6 minutes and 32 seconds to strip the landscaping, delete the furniture, and lower the foundation of Ophelia Villa in its original lot in Willow Creek. I then saved a copy of the resulting house and then bulldozed the lot entirely before moving on to Oakenstead. (moving it from a 30x20 lot to a 50x50 lot)

It took about two minutes to strip the spandrels, trims, windows, porches, doors, etc.

Landscaping has taken me 24 minutes just this session. JUST. THIS. SESSION. At the rate everything is going, it will probably about an hour total on JUST landscaping.

The remainder of the 2 hour 6 minute recording is dedicated to the structure of the house--this includes setting wall height, reconfiguring porches, remaking the rooms, setting windows, spandrals, fences--EVERYTHING but paint and interior flooring. If you're keeping score, you'll see that that's 96 minutes JUST for that.

Anyway, here's a sneak peak of things so far. I am going to be uploading the final and complete speedbuild of the new Ophelia Villa for everyone to enjoy, as well as placing it on the gallery. You will need most of, if not all packs. No CC will be used.

(this guy reminds me of Reaver from Fable, anyone else see it?)

Is this very much at all? In retrospect, no. But considering the fact that I legitimately was able to watch Caddicarus's ENTIRE Crash Bash 200% video during this recording session, I think that should just be indicative of how HUGEEEE this is.

[atelierlili]

Sometimes I stare at the wall and am thankful that Suzzane Collins never made Katniss explicitly choose between Peeta and Prim at the other’s expense in the story. I don’t think I’d be able to cope with any situation that would have arise from that choice.

[necrosaltis]

Off work tomorrow.. all night to myself and my beautiful, sexy wife- vampire the masquerade bloodlines antitribu mod

[traveler-at-heart]

Love is a winning serve

Sequel to Game, Set, Match that was on my drafts and just decided to post lol.

Tennis player Natasha Romanoff x F!R

--

The grass is always greener at the start of the season.

No matter how many times you step in, Wimbledon always takes your breath away. The view is especially magnificent today, as your eyes follow the figure of your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff.

Fury grumbles next to you.

“Is there a problem?”

“She’s down! 3 games to lob on the first set. Why are you not freaking out right now?” the man whisper yells and Melina glares, shushing him.

“She’s bored” you say after she loses the fourth game.

“What did you just say?”

“Natasha’s bored. She won Roland Garros 6-0, 6-1, so she wants to make this at least a bit entertaining”

“Well, could she possibly play sudoku or something else to combat this boredom? If I wasn’t bald already I’d be losing my hair from the stress”

After the break, and as you suspected, Natasha wins three games in a row. You admire her graceful movements as she sprints across the court. She’s wearing all white, as tradition requires. Such a shame that her team opted for a polo shirt. Yes, she looks elegant, but you’d rather see those toned arm muscles as she exerts herself.

“Fuck”

Natasha’s outburst and the crowd’s gasp break your train of thought.

“Are you kidding me? That ball was so in” she challenges the call.

“That’s the rule” umpire Steve Rogers, aka Mister Manners, says.

“That’s bullshit”

“Ms. Romanoff, language!” he says, truly shocked. You’re amused, because Natasha can do so much worse than that.

So much dirtier…

“Stop it” Yelena elbows you.

“Stop what?”

“Looking like you’re ready to throw your panties to the court”

“If that keeps the press from asking about her little outburst, be my guest” Fury sighs.

But you’re already on it.

After throwing her racket across the court, Natasha has to go the extra mile to win 7-5 on the first set. Throughout the rest of the match, you make sure your left hand is showing the big diamond ring Natasha gave you.

“You’re already trending on Twitter” Yelena says, amazed. “Thank God you’re on our side, evil genius”

Natasha wins the second set easily, and is saved from the court interview by the English rain.

“Nice. The tennis part, not the tantrum in the middle of the game” Fury says.

“Come on, the umpire was being an idiot. How long do I have before the press conference?”

“20 minutes, give or take. Don’t worry, they’ll be nice to you”

You show the ring and she nods.

It all started as an honest mistake. Yes, Natasha had given you this particular ring as a present, and yes you’d wore it in public. But the speculation of an engagement was enough to boost her public persona, so you ran with it.

“You know, when I get you an actual engagement ring, it will be huge” she says, pulling you closer to kiss you.

“I don’t have a preference on that regard, Miss Romanoff” you smile against her lips.

“Really? I was under the impression you liked how big my stra…”

“Aaaah! Stop. I should have stayed in New York!” Yelena says, leaving the locker room in a rush.

—

“Have you set a date?” is the first thing a journalist asks during the press conference.

“Date for what, David?” Natasha plays dumb.

“We’ve all seen the huge diamond ring on Y/N's finger. Or maybe you’re planning on getting married right in the middle of the court once you reach the Golden Slam”

“No comment” Natasha says, holding back laughter.

—

It’s been two years since the start of your relationship with Natasha. Once it became clear that you were both committed to making it work, you quit your job and joined her team, as PR manager/mediator when Fury and Natasha were butting heads.

At first, you were worried that I’d be too weird to work with Natasha, but she valued your input and trusted you. Two things she had never found in anyone else aside from her family and Fury.

The fact she had won 3 grand slams last year and was on route to completing the golden calendar this year was a testament to how good you were as a team.

Knowing her after match routine, you figure there’s some time to catch up with Bucky’s first round match. He gets the job done in straight sets, and you wait for his interview to be over.

“Hey, defending champion” you say, looping your arm around his. He smiles.

“Hi, coach Y/L/N”

“Glad to see umpire Jarvis wasn’t a total asshole to you this time” you mutter, looking around as a couple of kids approach Bucky for autographs.

“Might be too busy with all the Maximoff drama”

“Oh?”

Though Wanda had stopped trying to mess with Natasha since you two became public, you were always on edge when it came to her. It couldn’t hurt to have any extra intel on Maximoff.

“Word on the street is that they broke up” Bucky lowers his voice, placing his hand on your back. “You didn’t hear it from me”

“My lips are sealed”

“Hopefully not for food. I’m starving”

“Lunch on me, champ”

—

“I’m home” you joke as usual, stepping foot on the hotel suite. That had been the hardest part of your new life.

You didn’t spend more than two weeks in the same country, and being alone with Natasha was a rare ocurrence.

There were times when you missed your couch and the Indian food from around the corner of your apartment.

The sight that greets you is enough to make up for it.

Natasha is stretching in nothing but leggins and a sports bra, her perfect ass on full display as she bends over in a complicated yoga stance.

“Now that’s a champion’s ass” you whistle.

The redhead smiles and straightens, raising her arms above her head. You take the opportunity to wrap your arms around her waist, kissing her neck. “Where’s everybody?”

“They went to get some food”

“Perfect timing” you whisper against her skin, enjoying the soft smell of lavender. Your hands wander all the way down to her ass and slap playfully.

“You know the rule” Natasha warns, but still melts against your touch.

You huff, annoyed. Stupid, stupid rule. No sex during tournaments.

“I have to wait two more weeks to taste you? How is that fair, baby?”

“Don’t I make it up to you everytime?”

“Let me just…” you kneel hugging her hips and placing kisses on the small of her back. “I’ll take care of everything. Just bend over and spread those pretty legs for me”

“Y/N…” you can tell by her tone she’s ready to give in and you smile.

“Hope you are all starving… ah! AGAIN! I quit” Yelena shouts as she walks in on you.

“Step away, Y/N” Fury warns as you stand up and whimper pathetically against Natasha’s shoulder. “Go take a cold shower.”

“Not fair” you cry out. Natasha chuckles, leaning forward and kissing your neck. A blush spreads as you imagine her lips in other parts of your body. “Really not fair”

—

It wouldn’t be Wimbledon without a rain delay. Considering Nat lost the second set against Danvers, a little break might be good for her.

As you wait for the weather to improve, you keep looking at your calendar and the meeting that no one knows about. Of course it has to happen the minute the match resumes.

“I’ll be right there” you promise, knowing it will be a quick call anyway.

“Ramonda speaking” the voice on the other end greets. She knows it’s you, but still makes you introduce yourself. You expect nothing else from the head of the WTA. “Have you thought about my proposal?”

“It’s very generous… but I’m afraid I’ll have to reject it”

Head of Communications for the Women’s Tennis Association. Being on the citcuit for two years had put you on the map, beyond your wildest expectations.

But you would never leave Natasha. You are a team.

“You’ll still be able to see your girlfriend, if that’s what you’re worried about” the woman says, with a certain condescention in her voice.

“Like I said… it’s very generous. But I am where I need to be. Thank you, Ramonda”

There’s a pause and you wonder if the woman will call you a fool and hang up.

“Look, our current director is leaving at the end of the USO anyway. We’ll hire a consultig firm for a bit, and I hope you’ve had more time to think about this”

“Alright”

Your answer will be the same, but right now you need to go back to the game. Ramonda says her goodbyes and promises to send a better offer by the end of the month.

It makes you dizzy, to think that a local news reporter like yourself could ever do such a huge job.

“You look a little pale” a voice with a thick Russian accent says as you leave the locker room.

It takes you a moment to recognise it.

“Alexei”

“Surprised to see me?”

“Well, yes. Considering you’re banned from the club” you hope that he’ll take offense and end the conversation. But the man laughs, showing his gold teeth.

“I still have my connections”

“Natasha is not here”

“I’m not here to see her. Not right now, at least”

“Then what do you want?”

Alexei sighs, sitting in a bench and looking at you with a phony smile. He looks so much older, and nothing like the man that would get entire stadiums to cheer for him.

“You know I taught her how to hold a racket? How to throw a ball? She was serving before she knew how to write her name”

“Sorry, I don’t have time for this sentimental daddy of the year bullshit”

“I want her back” he explodes, standing up and blocking the exit. You look up, aware that he’s a lot taller than you.

He’s scaring the shit out of you and you hate him for it.

“She listens to you. Put on a good word for me. And then, she’ll come to her senses. That’s how Natalia is, she always needs a little guidance”

“If you go back to coaching her, it would be the worst mistake of her career. So, no. Now move. I have a match to get to”

Alexei punches one of the lockers and you try not to jump at the sound.

“I’ll make sure you regret this”

All you can feel is your heart beating out of your chest. What can you do to escape this situation?

“You better leave now, jackass” Bucky steps out of nowhere, shielding you with his body. “Security is on their way”

The man grumbles, exiting the room. You sigh with relief, allowing Bucky to hold you for a second.

“You ok?”

“Yes. Thank you, Buck”

“Natasha has to know about this. He could be dangerous”

“I don’t want to worry her. It will be fine” you dismiss his concerns quickly, but he looks annoyed “I’ll tell Fury, that should be enough. You have a match to prepare for, I’ll leave now”

Despite his protests, you walk out of the room, heading to the player’s box without paying attention to anything.

“Y/N?” Fury insists when you’re seated and you finally snap back to reality.

“What?”

“Did you two fight? Because she’s about to lose the match and you look like you’ve seen a ghost”

“What do you mean she’s about to lose?” you look up, noticing Natasha is two games down.

Well, shit.

“No, we are not fighting. And the reason I look like I might pass out is because Alexei was here”

“What?”

“I’ll tell you about it later” you say, watching as Danvers prepares to serve.

This eighth game isn’t any better.

One point and that’s it for Natasha.

“She’s gonna pull through” you say, hopeful.

And miraculously, she does. The redhead saves three match points, wins a couple of games and forces a tiebreak.

You sigh with relief as the umpire speaks those magic words.

“Game, set, match, Romanoff”

Little did you know, this wouldn’t be the last bump on the road.

—-

A questionable reputation

The world of tennis knows her as a devout girlfriend, strategist and PR manager to her partner of two years, Natasha Romanoff.

And yet, we know very little of Y/N Y/L/N as she seeks to share some of Romanoff’s record breaking glory.

An insider has shared that they met two years ago during the USO, when the Russian player was having one of the worst seasons of her career.

The public perception has been that Y/L/N contributed to Romanoff’s success, but recent information has put that into question.

As it stands, Miss Y/L/N has a habit of blurring the lines of professional and personal relationships. She has been tied romantically to Yankees’ superstar Sam Wilson and current ATP number one Bucky Barnes.

It seems as if the loving girlfriend is actually a calculated gold digger, and Romanoff might be the next target in her long list of infamous conquests.

—

Well, shit.

Not only did Alexei drag your name (and career) through the mud, but he also managed to put Sam and Bucky in a PR nightmare of their own.

You severely underestimated him.

What a time to post the article. Natasha is about to make her way to the quarterfinals, which means the press conference will definitely include some questions about her “gold digger girlfriend”

A tear rolls down and you try to keep it together, but it feels like the world is on your shoulders.

Your phone pulls you out of the miserable thoughts, but your stomach drops again when you see the name on the screen.

“Yes?” you greet, wiping more tears from your face.

“Alexei is after you” Ramonda drops the bomb without so much as a greeting and you laugh.

“No shit”

“You knew” the woman says, confused.

“He asked me to convince Natasha to take him back as trainer. You can imagine what my answer was”

“I see. He called me too, you know? I don’t understand what he was expecting to get out of it. Alexei’s not a friend of the WTA. He suggested someone else for the job we’re offering you, which is frankly unbelievable. I wanted to call you and let you know that he’s cashing in the few favors he has left to bring you down”

“What would you do in my place, Ramonda?” you pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming.

“I’d give him hell”

The playful tone makes you laugh.

“I got nothing to lose, right?”

“Good luck, Y/N”

She hangs up the phone, but the conversation keeps playing in your head.

You may have underestimated Alexei, but he doesn’t understand one thing. As a team, Natasha and you are fucking unstoppable.

So, you take a deep breath, stand up, and go look for your partner.

—

The post match routine is the same as usual. The only thing missing is you.

“She’ll be right here” Fury says, nodding as Melina checks Natasha’s leg, where she felt a cramp.

“Pickle juice” Melina reminds her daughter and she rolls her eyes.

“But it’s so gross, Mama”

“Gross, but effective”

While they wait for you, Natasha walks to the bathroom. The first thing she hears upon entering is someone puking their guts out.

“You ok?” she asks, not knowing who was there.

A beat of silence and then a voice that she knows all too well.

“I’m fine”

Wanda.

“You never threw up before a match. Are you nervous?” the Russians tries to joke while she washes her hands, but stops when Wanda exits the bathroom stall looking half dead. “Jesus! What happened?”

“It’s nothing. Morning sickness” Wanda answers, too tired to care about keeping her pregnancy a secret anymore.

“Oh. Congratulations” Natasha says in an even tone.

“You sound more excited than Jarvis” Wanda says, splashing some water in her face. “Says he’s not ready to committ after two years. What am I supposed to do with twins by myself?”

“Twins?”

Wanda is about to speak when she throws up in the sink once again.

“Here. Let me just…” Natasha rushes to her side, offering some paper towels and craddling Wanda’s face between her hands as she cleans her mouth.

“I’ve missed you”

“I…”

Natasha places a strand of auburn hair back in her place out of pure habit. This is the closest she’s been to Wanda in years, outside of the court.

Her heart aches over Wanda, how terrified and alone she looks.

The redhead is about to say something else when the door opens.

“Oh”

Natasha turns around, her hands dropping immediately to her sides.

“Y/N…”

“Don’t” is all you say as you leave, not looking back.

You’ve seen enough.

—

It was wise to keep some things to yourself. Like this little bar downtown, where Natasha would never think of looking for you.

She must be going crazy, considering your phone is off and the last time you saw her she looked ready to kiss her crazy ex.

Bucky said Wanda and Jarvis broke up.

So, maybe this whole time you were just a distraction. And now, with the article and Wanda being single again…

No. Natasha would never do this to you.

“I’ll have whatever she’s having. Plus another one for her” someone says behind you.

“Carol” you turn, smiling at the woman. She squeezes your shoulder, taking a seat on the bar stool next to yours.

“I thought you’d be preparing for the next round”

“Nah. Gold diggers don’t work, we just cash” you joke but she doesn’t laugh.

“That article was bullshit. Everyone who has ever worked with you knows that. And if Natasha believed it, you’re better off without her”

“I don’t know if she believed it. I left after I saw her with someone…” you sigh, taking a drink from the new glass the bartender brings over.

How you wish you could erase that memory of Natasha and Wanda.

“I thought her and Maximoff had called it quits” Carol says, shocking you. “What? They weren’t as sneaky as they thought. The rest of us didn’t care enough to mention it”

“Wow”

You sit in silence, drinking and looking out the window. It’s gonna rain again.

“If I had known…” Carol starts, but just shakes her head. You encourage her with a nudge of your elbow. “I would have asked you out. But Natasha had to beat me to that as well. As she does with everything”

“Oh, come on” you say shyly, biting the inside of your cheek.

“I don’t know, in the court I’m pretty good at fighting Natasha. Maybe I can give it a try off it”

“I wouldn’t recommend it” you smile, looking over at the menu as a way to change the subject. “You got me a drink, I’ll get you a cheeseburger. How about that?”

“Deal”

—

By the time you go back to the hotel, the rain is pouring. Carol was staying very close to the bar where you had dinner, so she lent you her jacket to keep you dry during the ride home.

You’re walking down the hallway, when the door to your room opens.

If looks could kill…

“Where the hell have you been?” Natasha says through gritted teeth.

You were expecting an apology, not a scolding.

“Out” you walk to the room, eager to change into some dry clothes.

“Yeah? Danvers is your new target, or what?”

Your blood runs cold. Hell, you’re even sure Natasha regrets it as soon as the words leave her mouth.

But she still won’t apologize.

She just stares and that pisses you off.

“Excuse me? Say that one more fucking time, Natasha”

“What do you want me to think? There’s that stupid article going around and just now, someone takes pictures of you hugging Danvers in the rain. It’s all over social media”

“She was helping me with her jacket, Natasha. But, while we are on the subject, how is Wanda? As charming and batshit crazy as usual?”

“That’s different” Natasha scoffs and you laugh.

“You are unbelievable. Truly. One of a kind” you go back to looking for clothes, praying the hotel has a spare room you can book.

“It’s not what it seems. She was going through a rough… just trust me, ok?”

“What? Is it her break up?”

“I don’t have to tell you everything” Natasha says, and you feel like crying.

You threw your life out the window for someone who was waiting for the one that got away.

“Yeah, you’re right. You absolutely don’t have to tell me anything”

“I don’t need this right now, Y/N. Think whatever you want”

She walks out, slamming the door behind her.

Everything you believed in has fallen apart.

—-

It was supposed to be an important day. However, your phone has been off since the day you got on a red eye back to New York City.

Bucky is the only person you talk to through video call using your old computer. He’s so pissed off that he easily agreed to not bring up Natasha at all.

So, Saturday comes and you have no idea if she reached the Wimbledon final or not. You stay in your living room all morning and afternoon, watching a medical drama.

Your heart is so broken, and the last time you felt this kind of pain was after losing your father.

At some point, you’ll have to start thinkig about getting a job. There’s no way in hell you’ll take Ramonda’s offer, because it would mean working with Natasha at some point.

For now, staying in your couch while you wait for your food to be delivered is enough.

“Finally” you mutter, standing up to walk to the door. You open without looking who’s on the other side.

“Hi”

Natasha is standing in the middle of the hallway. You look at the containers she’s holding and realised she hijacked your order.

“That’s mine”

“Can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Yes, there is”

“No, there isn’t” you reach for the food and she steps back. “Seriously? Fine, I’ll eat leftovers. Whatever”

You begin to close the door, but Natasha stops it with her hand.

“I’m sorry”

“What for, Natasha?” you say, but she doesn’t answer. “For not explaining whatever that was with Wanda? For impliying I was cheating on you with Carol? Or for stealing my fucking food?”

There’s no answer.

“Everything you just said. And for not protecting you from Alexei. Fury told me everything. Barnes provided some extra context in a very loud voice too”

You want to laugh at the idea of your best friend yelling at Natasha. He’d been waiting to do it for so long. It’s apparent that Natasha has no intention of leaving so you walk away, leaving the door wide open.

The redhead takes the hint and goes inside, closing the door behind her.

“Have you eaten anything?”

“There was some food on the plane”

“Wait, what?”

“I… won Wimbledon”

“Congratulations” you say without a hint of excitement.

“And when I looked to my box, you weren’t there. I didn’t even climb to hug anyone. I got through the ceremony, then went to the airport and on a plane here”

“Natasha, are you insane?” you go back to work mode immediately after hearing how stupid she’s acting. “You know you have to stick around for the interviews, the pictures, the dinner. The press is gonna have a field day speculating…”

“I don’t care”

“I do. We are getting you back on a plane to London. Not to mention the Olympics are in two weeks on a completely different surface. You should be training”

There is absolutely no way in hell that Natasha will miss the milestone of her career because of you. You find your phone tucked away in your travel bag and plug it, ready to call Fury and make a plan.

“Y/N, I’m not going back unless you come with me” Natasha walks to your room, leaning against the door.

“I- I can’t. Not now, Natasha” you look away, tears rolling down your cheeks. “You should go”

“Ok”

She agrees so easily to let you go, or so you think until she speaks again.

“I’ll be back to get you some breakfast”

“What?”

“I’m going to a hotel. I meant what I said earlier. The only way I’m going back is if I can fix the mess I made”

Natasha lingers for a second and you sigh.

“Use the guest room” you give in, turning to cut off her thank you. “Just for tonight. One way or another, I’m making sure you go back to London”

—

The call with Fury takes an unexpected turn.

“What do you mean you don’t want her back?”

“This past week was hell for all of us. Did you see how hard she was hitting the balls? I almost thought she’d break them in half mid play”

“So what? She’s so close, Nick. We have to help her to the finish line” you plead. Just two more things and she’ll become a legend. That’s the way it was always supposed to be.

“Don’t tell me you’ll be the one to put the sport above your relationship. I thought it was all Natasha’s doing”

No, it wasn’t all Natasha’s doing. This past week has been eye opening for you.

You gave up your life to follow her, you decided to become her rock. She didn’t ask for anything, and even when she crossed a line, being too focused on the game to check on you, your immediate reaction was to minimize your needs. In your mind, Natasha came first because she was extraordinary; a once in a lifetime talent.

But what about you?

“You still there?” Fury says, making you snap out of it.

“Yeah. Just thinking”

“Listen. If she doesn’t want to come back, no one’s going to force her. I think you know better than anyone that nothing can change Natasha’s mind. Well, only one person can”

“Who?” you think about Melina or Yelena. They can talk some sense to her.

“You” Fury says before hanging up.

Well, that won’t do. You’re done telling her what to do, or when. She’s a big girl and she can handle herself.

“How’s Fury?” she says as soon as you walk out of your room.

“He wants you on the next flight to Paris” you lie to her, but she laughs.

Of course she knows better.

“If you want me out of your place, just say the word and I’ll find a hotel. But I’m not leaving until I fix this. Hey, are you listening to me?”

“There’s a seat available for tonight’s flight” you ignore her, pulling out your credit card to buy her a ticket.

“Stop it!” she protests, snatching the card from your hands.

“Natasha, give it back. You need to practice before the Olympics”

“Why are you so worried? Clay is my best surface” she argues and you take the bait.

“Your best surface is grass but stats don’t reflect that because there’s like two championships! Why am I even arguing with you?”

“I don’t care about any medals if you’re not there” she insists, going after you as you pick up a basket of laundry and walk to the bedroom.

“Really? You’re fine with Maximoff taking it from you? The one thing missing in your career? Olympic gold. Boy, she must have done a number on you on that bathroom, huh?” you say bitterly, trying to shut the door, but Natasha pushes inside.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I saw how close you were. Her hands on your waist, yours on her face. Fine, be with her, I don’t give a shit”

“It looks like you do” Natasha tries to joke when you throw the clothes on the bed. “And Wanda’s not competing. She’s pregnant”

“Congratulations” you smirk, walking out of the room. Natasha stays annoyingly close and you’re aware of how small your apartment really is when you keep moving but there’s absolutely no way of putting distance between you two.

“Ok, now you’re just being an ass. You don’t believe I want to be with her”

You laugh, but it comes out as a sob. Natasha’s smile fades, and she tries to inch closer to touch you, but you step back. She doesn’t push it this time.

“You’re the one who was quick to assume I was flirting with Carol. The one that believed the article. It hurt, Natasha. Especially because I quit my job and my life to be with you”

Your words are met with silence. Not even an apology. Great.

“Wait” she says a second later when you’re opening the door to leave.

“Don’t. I need to be alone”

Luckily, she listens to you.

As you walk down the street to get some food (because yes, you’ll stress eat like you always do), Fury’s words come back.

You could change her mind.

But you don’t want to. She’s a grown woman, a professional athlete with a career to think about. If she wants to throw it all away, that’s fine.

That’s not your problem anymore.

“Hey, Y/N” Pat greets as you enter your favorite diner. “Shouldn’t you be at the Olympics?”

Since you left to travel with Natasha, there’s always a tennis tournament on their television. Apparently it’s a big deal for everyone when the camera pans to the player’s box and you’re there.

“Ah, I had to come back for a bit, I don’t think I’ll make it to Paris” you say, trying to avoid the topic.

“Is that why you weren’t at the Wimbledon game either?” the woman says with a frown and your eyes widen. “It was all the commentators were talking about, sweetheart. They said it was a miracle she won. You didn’t watch it?”

“Nope”

“Well” she turns to the screen and shushes a customer complaining about watching baseball. “There. Watch for a bit while I get you some food”

“Pat, it’s scary how much you know me” you smile in spite of yourself.

It’s a though watch. Natasha lost the first set and barely managed to get the second one in a tiebreak. You notice how she kept looking at the player’s box, and then shaking her head, muttering to herself.

Pat gets you a chesseburger, shaking her head at the way in which your eyes are glued to the screen.

During the break before the third set, she sat looking defeated, and you notice she was running her hands up and down her left arm.

Of course.

It’s the spot where you always write something or put on a smiley face before a match. A spot only she can see.

Even if you already know the result of the match, you cheer when she wins. Natasha doesn’t. It looks like she couldn’t care less about winning, she won’t even go to her box.

“Quite the watch, huh?”

“Yeah. It was… very stressful. I would have shouted at her if I had been there”

“Like your dad during the NBA playoffs?” Pat jokes and you laugh.

“Yeah. Would have gotten banned too”

“Here. Take this back to her. Sleep it off” she says, handing you a package with a burger. You nod, smiling when she tells you to go back home.

You’re walking back when the rain starts.

“Come on” you protest. To your surprise, Natasha meets you halfway there, holding an umbrella.

“Pat called me” she explains when you inch closer, feeling thankful as she shields you from the cold drops. “Come on, let’s go home”

Natasha places her hand around your waist, and even if it is only to keep you under the small umbrella, it makes your heart beat faster.

Once you’re back in the apartment, she places the umbrella in the hallway.

“I’ll get us some towels. Sorry, your food got wet”

“It’s ok” she smiles, taking the bag.

You go back to your room, getting rid of your wet clothes, and searching for a couple of towels among the mess you left earlier.

“Sorry, I should have knocked” Natasha says, but is unable to keep her eyes away from you.

“It’s ok” your voice shakes.

It feels like a small gift from fate. You’re never completely alone, you’re always thinking about the next tournament. But now, it’s just you and Natasha, and the rain drowning out the rest of the world.

She approaches you first, pulling you by the waist until you lean your head on her shoulder.

“You’re cold” she says against your temple.

“Let’s take a shower” you say, surprising her.

It also takes you by surprise, considering how pissed you were. Considering she hasn’t said she’s sorry.

But it feels like it’s been forever since she’s been yours and no one else’s. Your Natasha, not the tennis legend, the number one in the world.

No one can have her, not like you do.

“Ok” she nods after a second, allowing you to lead her by the hand. It’s a small shower, and definitely not as fancy as the ones in those hotels you stay at.

You laugh and giggle as you struggle to fit inside, and Natasha reaches behind you to get the water running.

“Nat!” you shriek when the cold water hits you. “It’s the other one”

“I always forget your shower’s messed up” she apologizes, and you push against her to run away from the stream. “Not that I’m complaining” she adds when you invade what little personal space is left in the shower.

Before you can protest further, she kisses you, slowly at first and then with more urgency.

“Feeling warmer?” she teases against your lips and you smile.

“Very much so”

Her hands travel to your waist, one trailing lower until her fingers are circling your clit.

“Nat” you sigh against her skin. She teases your entrance, and takes her time playing with your clit. It isn’t the friction that makes you come, it’s the soft kiss she places against your ear as you keep moaning.

“It’s ok, let go, baby. I got you”

And as you ride out your orgasm, digging your nails in her back, you feel complete again.

—

The sounds of the city wake you up. As you open your eyes and look up, Natasha is already awake, admiring you.

“Morning, detka”

“Were you watching me sleep like a weirdo?” you grumble, sinking further in her arms.

“I missed this view. Thought I’d never get it again”

You don’t say anything, and stay in her arms until your stomach protests.

“I’m making you pancakes” Natasha says, kissing your temple and leaving the bed.

Even if you want to stay in bed, you follow her to the kitchen and watch as she gets everythig she needs for breakfast.

“I’m surprised you have anything at all”

“Did some shopping the day I got here” you comment, and she nods, trying to act unfazed.

Natasha cooks in silence, and as she places a plate in front of you, kisses your temple.

“Can I say something?” Natasha asks after a beat of silence. You nod, bracing yourself for the worst. “For the last two years, you’ve done what I wanted. I never ask you what you want or need. So, today I want you to tell me what do you want me to do”

“I want you to go and win the gold medal” you answer.

“Will you come with me?”

“I have to stay here… think about what I want” you say. “Natasha, I love you but my life has been all about tennis for the past two years. And I did it because I love you and we’re a great team… but if you were to break up with me tomorrow, you’d still have your career. And what about me?”

“Look, you’re right. We make a great team. But you need to tell me things too. If I had known Alexei was threteaning you, I would have handled everything”

“I didn’t want to worry you” you say, looking away.

“You’re my biggest concern. My reason to do this” Natasha says, holding you by the chin. “I’m sorry I made you doubt it, detka”

You lean forward, kissing her. After a few moments in her arms, you take a deep breath.

“In the spirit of transparency… Ramonda offered me a job as Head of Communications of the WTA”

“What? That’s amazing! When do you start?”

“I haven’t accepted the offer. If I do, I won’t be able to be with you all the time, Nat” you smile sadly, knowing you couldn’t do that to her.

“If that’s what you want to do, I’ll support you” she says.

“Not sure yet. And anyway, with everything that happened the offer might be rescinded”

You eat in silence for a moment, thinking about the things you discussed with Natasha.

“I guess I’ll take the next flight to Paris”

“Call Stark, ask for the jet. It will be faster” you roll your eyes, knowing Natasha hates talking to the former professional turned business man.

“Pass”

“You’re so stubborn” you complain, and she kisses your cheek, taking your plate to wash it.

“So, any advice when I move back to clay?”

“Patience is rewarded. Agression is not” you say, the same way your father always told you when watching those tournaments.

“Agression is my thing” Natasha grumbles.

“I know. Which is why clay is not your best surface”

“I know” she smiles, walking back and carrying you to the bedroom. “Now, let’s do some cardio. Just so I can get back into shape”

—

“Passport? Money? Your special socks?” you check as Natasha goes over her small suitcase.

“Baby, I didn’t bring a lot with me. I didn’t even shower after the game. It’s fine” she says, walking to the door.

Natasha hesitates before reaching for the doorknob, turning to look at you. You frown, arms crossed as you try to figure out what she’s thinking.

“This isn’t how I wanted to do it” she sighs, reaching for her pocket and pulling out a small box. You gasp. “But I realise that this place feels like home. Because you’re here. I know we go to all these amazing locations and I could set up a romantic dinner or a huge show, anything to impress you. Hell, I even had it with me at every final this year, thinking I might propose after winning”

“Nat…”

“I know, you would hate that” she smiles, placing the box in your hand and looking at you. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If it is here, while you work and I become a personal trainer for wealthy, senile people, so be it”

“Oh, that would be fun to watch” you chuckle.

“You don’t have to answer yet. But know that I love you, and I’ll do anything to prove how much I want this. And apparently that includes winning a gold medal”

“I… I’ll think about it. Call me when you land?” you ask, taking her face in your hands, kissing her softly. “I love you more than anything, Natasha. The trophies are just a plus”

“Mean” she laughs against your lips, kissing you again. “See you soon”

“Yeah”

With a final kiss, Natasha closes the door and you’re left in your apartment, still holding the box.

You try to think of something else, distracting yourself with cleaning and sorting out some clothes. Natasha texts you when she’s about to board and that finally makes you open the box.

The ring is beautiful. Very simple, because that’s what you like, instead of some flashy, giant diamond. You put it on and it feels… right, like it’s meant to be.

“Screw it” you take your phone and dial Stark’s number. “Tony, hey! Have a small favor to ask”

—

There’s a lot of movement in the airport, tourists and athletes arriving for the Olympics. Natasha figured it was going to be chaos, so she told Fury there was no need to pick her up. Still, there’s a driver waiting for her at the arrivals section.

“This way, please” the man says politely, leading her to a black SUV.

“I told you not to pick me up…” she complains as soon as she’s inside, but it’s not Fury on the other side.

It’s you, smiling at her.

“I couldn’t miss this. Not when you’re about to make history” you smile, kissing her. She squeezes you in her arms, shaking and refusing to let go. “Hey, it’s ok”

“I love you”

“More than winning?” you tease and she laughs.

“Yes. A million times yes”

“Damn, you have it bad. Now, let’s get going. Fury’s gonna put you on a tight training schedule”

—

It’s been a week. As you obviously pointed out, Natasha needed a lot of practice in clay. The surface asks for consistency and patience, and she’s anything but patient.

Still, she’s made it to the final, and you’ve been at the player’s box every single day. The press is having a field day, speculating about your absence during Wimbledon.

“So, what do I get if I win this thing?” Natasha says when you go and wish her good luck before the final match.

“A vacation” you promise, pulling out a sharpie to write in her arm. “You can’t read it until the match is over. I’ll place a little bandaid over it because I’m sure you’ll cheat”

“Baby, not fair”

“Shh, just do as I say. There” you finish, grabbing her chin so she’s facing you again. You smile, kissing her softly. “You got this”

“I love you”

“I love you too” you smile, smacking her ass. “Go win this thing, baby”

The crowd cheers as Natasha steps into the court, and you sit by her family and Fury as she warms up.

“Do you think she’ll be extra mean because she’s playing against Danvers?” Yelena whispers as the match begins.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the pictures” Yelena says, smirking.

“No, come on. She knows nothing happened”

But then Natasha executes a move that leaves Carol on the floor, her shirt and shorts covered in clay.

Yelena whistles, laughing as Natasha gets another game with four aces in a row.

“Alright, yeah. She might still be a little pissed”

The first set goes on to be a little bit of the same, Natasha winning with an easy 6-4. For the second one, it becomes a close call. Whenever Natasha serves, she’s in control of the ball, but if it’s Carol’s turn, she manages to throw Natasha off her game.

“Third set” Fury says, when Carol wins the tiebreak by two points.

“She looks kinda tired” you frown, knowing the change of surface might be getting to her.

And it definitely shows when Carol wins the first two games, Natasha struggling to get a deuce on the third one. If she loses this one, then you feel like she’ll definitely not be able to come back from it.

“Is there anything we can do?” Melina says, and you think about it for a moment.

“Oh, boy. I hope I don’t get kicked out” you stand up, aware that several people (and their phone cameras) turn to you.

“Take off the bandaid!” you shout. The umpire glares, asking for silence. Thankfully, there’s no request for you to get kicked out.

Still, you watch as Natasha does what you ask, while Carol dries her hands and gets ready to serve. Once she reads what you wrote, she smiles, turning to look at you.

Then, a miracle. Carol throws what looks like a killer serve and Natasha returns it so fast that you have to do a doble take.

“Is it code for something dirty?” Yelena jokes when Natasha wins the third game and gets two aces for the next one.

You laugh, ignoring her question. She’s so close. Two games. Eight points.

“Serving for the match” Fury moves around in his seat, anxious.

Natasha tries to breath, turning to look at you and you smile, nodding. You mouth an I love you and blow her a kiss.

Then, an ace.

“Fastest serve she’s ever done” Melina comments, looking at her notes.

The last three points go by in a blur, as Carol is simply not playing right. Her last unforced error gives Natasha a match point.

It goes by in slow motion. How she throws the ball, lifting her racket. Her movements graceful, almost like a ballerina as she practically floats.

Carol returns the ball, but it gets stuck in the net.

The crowd goes wild, Natasha dropping to her knees after the realisation sinks in.

Carol waits for her at the net, smiling and hugging her. Natasha accepts the congratulations, going to greet the umpire and turning to you a moment later.

She goes through the sea of people, straight to lifting you up and kissing you.

“Do you mean it?” she says, looking at the thing you wrote.

Yes, I’ll marry you.

“Absolutely. Now, put the ring on it” you say, handing over the box discreetly so she can pull the ring out and slide it in.

“Congratulations!” Yelena says, hugging you both.

Natasha is called back to the court, and you wipe the tears as she talks to the interviewer.

“Thanks to my family, my trainer, and my fiancee…”

The crowd cheers, and you can’t help but laugh at how perfect everything is.

This is a day you’ll remember forever.

2 months later

“Darcy, what news do you have for us today?” Maria says, the screen splitting to show the producer turned reporter.

“Romanoff breezed through her first match and is the favorite to become the USO champion. This would mean she would be the youngest player to complete the Golden Slam in the Open Era. Her wife and a former collaborator of us was also there”

“I believe she’s joining the WTA team soon, isn’t that right?”

“As Head of Communications, yes. And it couldn’t have happened to a better person. Congrats Y/N, but you still owe me a beer”

“Well, let’s hope she finds the time to settle her debt” Maria laughs, but then frowns. “Hey, you said wife. Didn’t they get engaged recently?”

“Well, have a look at what Natasha said in her post match interview” Darcy says with a smile, the screen running a recording.

“Have you set a date yet?” one of the reporters ask.

“Actually, we got married last night” Natasha says, turning to look at you, and you’re blushing when you notice all eyes on you.

“Congratulations” another reporter says. “Can you share anything about the ceremony?”

“Just that we’re very happy and can’t wait to go on our honeymoon. But my wife says I need to win the USO first, so… I better get back to practice. Nice chat, everyone”

Natasha leaves the conference room, amidst questions and camera flashes. You greet her with a short kiss, smiling as she pulls you by the waist.

“Now everyone’s going to say you’re whipped”

“Aren’t I?” she jokes, kissing your temple. “Come on, let’s win this so I can have you all to myself for the next month”

“Relax, Mrs. Romanoff. We have our whole lives ahead” you kiss her, smiling as she squeezes your hand, her thumb running over your wedding ring.

“Forever and then some”

[jessieisacatgirl]

Ok guys

I want to make it clear

I am alive

I was just having dinner and did not commit sudoku

Tho @mentally-unstable-thoughts is alive

Which I think is more important

[beatboxing-puppy]

saw some posts on this website discussing what sort of videogames the dunmeshi characters would play and i think everyone is wrong. everyone is wrong except for me so im going to spell out exactly who plays what. putting it under a read more because im going on a damn tangent.

Laios: He's not a gamer he does not play games on purpose he will only ever play video games when his friends ask him to join them in their multiplayer things. One day tho Falin told him about Monster Hunter and now thats the only thing he plays aside from Spore and he has sunk countless hours into that damn game. Also he probably has played Some pokemon but he doesnt like PLAYING it he just likes it in concept he knows the name of all the pokemon

marcille: people keep saying she would be a cosy gamer playing animal crossing and stardew and other cute games ^-^ its so lalalaaaa NO!!!!!!! no she does not. Marcille plays games that stress her out on purpose marcille plays overwhelming micromanagey games like lobotomy corporation and rimworld and etc. She also likes games with deep lore and mysteries to discover. The only thing that doesn't fit in this category that she plays is Minecraft shes always in there CREATIVE MODE building virtual dungeons and other crazy shit. Also she plays on her work laptop with trackpad ok

Chilchuck: This one is for me. This one im just basing off my own dad ok. Chilchuck used to be a hardcore gamer in his youth but specifically he was playing stuff like world of warcraft and old school runescape he had really big setups so he could run several instances of the game at once on all his alt accounts so he could beat a boss by himself and he was really good at it. But then he had kids and didnt have time for this sort of thing so he stopped playing videogames aside from occasionally helping his daughters beat a super hard mario level. Later in life he probably discovered some shitty little low-commitment phone game like pokemon go or pikmin bloom or some daily sudoku puzzle thing and he plays it every day but its not that big a deal. He has been pressured by his friends and daughters to make a roblox account but he hasnt played it at all.

Senshi: THIS guy is the one that plays animal crossing. He logs in when he can but hes not on that every day grind. Also he doesnt play the newest one he doesnt play horizons he plays one of the DS ones. Wild world probably. He either doesn't like or doesn't know about the nintendo switch. Whenever one of his villagers say that they want to leave he'll nod solemnly and say smth like "Well... I suppose it'd be selfish to ask ye to stay, friend... Just promise me you'll stay safe and never forget me... Go and explore the world. Wish ye the best." Plus his island would be covered in weeds. He also has some mobile games he enjoys angry birds and candy crush and crosswords (gotta keep the brain in shape!) but other than that he doesn't videogame much because he prefers board games and tabletop stuff he isnt too jazzed about all this modern technology plus a console or a laptop and all that gaming equipment is a lot to lug around and hes a nomad he would NOT have that shit

Falin: Now FALIN is the cosy gamer. kind of. Falin plays animal crossing new horizons sometimes and has fun making a bad island on purpose. Very mildly "bad" tho the worst she'll do is use the drawing feature to hide a giant penis on the beach or whatever. Or she'll give her villagers silly outfits. She also plays minecraft (either skyblock or she makes a new world and explores and builds a couple houses and then forgets about it and makes another new world) and roblox (likes 'trolling' strangers by dressing up funny and acting kind of strange in roleplay servers but she's never actually mean or anything.) But the big thing she likes is story-driven indie rpgmaker games. She's the person who will say shit like "Yeah I played Blums Booglies the quest for Big Dinners and it was so good I cried for 9 hours" completely unironically.

kabru: social gamer like laios but the games he plays on purpose are the sims (he likes to cause them problems) and online multiplayer games (he likes to peoplewatch). I can also see him doing absurd and tortrous challenge runs of games like No items no pokecenter one type hardcore nuzlockes. im correct

izutsumi: ACTUALLY trolls people on roblox. And she plays needlessly gory flash games. Maybe she calls people dumbfucks over valorant voice chat sometimes

[cringe6fail6star6]

Continuing with headcanons n scenarios: 4

thats wild that im making headcanons for someone elses au... i should make compilation of cat videos n just type: thragg core.... hmmmmmm

Does catnip works on him, @bluewizard1? And if yes, will he just run around the house like crazy? Then he turns into human n steals ur weed bc he wants to be high again.

Cecil hates ur cat. Point blank. He wont come close to him even if he has a gun pointing at his head.

Your soul gem probably half black from your morality being skew from the deal - ie if cecil calls and demands you deal with some witch thats too far from your house u might not even help bc what if ur cat gets anxious n scares ur neigbhors again? Cecil u know thragg is velcro cat n will hate u if u dont come home on time.

(Cont.)Half a reason why youre not on a payroll with MGOTG(magical girls of the globe) bc your soulgem is too tainted to trust ur judgement to not be swayed into turning into a witch. Thats why u still work when ure in civilian clothing.

Everyone in the office know you have powers and weird catboy(catman?catSUB?? Who knows...) in your house so if u say "oh yeah i gotta leave for a bit, ill be back after lunch" they would answer "say meow to ur cat for me".

Mark probably hates ur guts. But hes young, he'll understand when he grows up that u gotta priorotize urself. Until then ur relationship is tense. You work together when needed n thats about it.

I-You-We gotta make y/n magical girl design bc like... what if they have cat years? Same as Thraggs...

pls dont call thragg fat too much or he will sit in the corner n plan to kill u, and or cry. Hes not good anything, but hes adorable in his right (excluding human form)(in that one hes just a freak). Primordial pouch haver, even in his human form. If u point it out too much he will get defensive n self consious. Pls tell him u love it bc he will not cuddle with u otherwise. ;(

by the way, dont try to date anyone. "Youre a magical girl(nb) now, you need to focus on dealing with witches not... dating." -the cat says while shoving ringing phone under the water. Hes so jealous of this u'd assume hes not getting energy from ur dates to balance the world or something. Your fancy clothes - torn apart, your phone - broken, if u have a car - it doesnt work, a cab? It gets into an accident before picking u up. Your date comes to the door? congrats, your cat is human and intimidating your date before they run off.

Thragg wearing a huge sweater in human form bc he misses being fluffy but doesnt want to be small. But free space between sweater n skin feels unsafe. You can put urself inside that same sweater so the space doesnt feel too open. He wont let you go for a while but eh, who cares? Share a sweater, no one thinks you're normal anyway.

<-inspiration

If u put childlocks on ur cabinets, he will turn into human just to open them and turn back into a cat right after like that gif from fallout.

Hes nice only when hes hungry. Sometimes letting him starve for weeks(2 minutes) is good actually.

I think he watches cat videos to learn how to act similiarly to earth cats but chooses to perform the quirks only in human form. He would do sudoku with his paws, and lie on u with his full weight as a human. Weirdly flexible n all implications that come with it. (Dont stare at him while hes cleaning himself or u will be next)

Matching magical girl outfits.

I was talking about reader n human!thragg but now i think about MGTOG n now im curious how that would look like. Colorcoding for the win.

Sleeping in the sun, hissing at u, pulling ur plants out of their places, watching the news just to cheer on criminals and or say he couldve committed a crime better than them - u see this while using those pet cameras.

Thragg can loaf.

Imagine he tries to cook something for once in his life. N then oil/water is burning n jumps on him - no reaction, ptsd activates - hes not coming back in the kitchen before you fix it. Good news, the house didnt burn down; bad news, he has even more excuses not to cook.

If u ever try to record him being sweet n he notices, he stands up and runs away from u. Hes being nice for once n u ruined it, evil human.

[attapullman]

Last time it was 8 am thots, now get ready for 2 am thots.

We are flipping the tables, so I wish you would write a fic where... Reader walks in on neighbor!Bob getting himself off and moaning her name 😏

The morning thots always take me to horny jail. And I would like to live here permanently. 18+ go away minors

Because while neighbor!Bob takes his time watching before joining in, Reader has ZERO self control when it comes to the sweet neighbor man stroking that perfect cock.

You have dinner plans that night - he's promised he's going to make his mom's lasagna - and you're not due over for another hour and a half. just enough time for him to finish prepping the ingredients and get himself off once. It's been a week since he's had you and he needs to prepare himself if he's going to have you all the ways he wants.

However...you've finished work and showered, and there isn't much to do at home. You would rather sit in Bob's breakfast nook and talk about your weeks than be in your lonely kitchen. So you sneak over in your usual fashion, darting between your yards and climbing up the steps to his kitchen door. It's unlocked like it has been for months now, an unspoken symbol that you're welcome over whenever you'd like.

He's not in the kitchen, and the living room is dark. Maybe he's showering? You start down the hallway, admiring the knick knacks he's acquired over the years. And then you hear it.

It's downright illegal the way he's moaning your name, unmuffled as he pants into the open air. Eyes squeezed shut as he hastily jerks his cock, practically blurring with how fast he's trying to cum. A bead of sweat along his temple. Chest red and heaving. Looks more destroyed than when he's been in drills all day, amped up and rushing for relief.

He's delicious. And while you want to photograph every inch of him, commit it to memory...it's been a week.

Bob's so close to cumming, the memory of you warming his cock last weekend while you jointly finished the sudoku spurring him on. He's almost there...almost...

His eyes wrench open to you replacing his fist with yours, devilish smile upon your lips. Nearly distracting him from how you've stripped yourself bare, knees on either side of his hips, fingers aching to hold him.

"Mind if I hop on?"

Oh Helena, YOUR THOTS ARE THE BEST! EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU HELENA!

[astrobiscuits]

In solar return this year, moon in 7th house and pluto in 4th house, mercury venus mars in 3rd house and saturn in 5th house, jupiter in 7th. How might 2024 be for me?

Hii, hope you're doing safe and well💕💕

(I apologize in advance if i sound confusing at times, idk what's got into me today😭)

🌙 Moon in 7th house - this year, you'll be emotionally dependent on someone special (it doesn't have to be a romantic partner, it can be a best friend or a business partner). You'll feel the need to nurture the person you deeply care about, acting like a mother at times.

If you are single, expect to get into a fulfilling, committed partnership this year. Your future partner might portray the traits of the zodiac sign where your SR Moon is located in (for ex. If you've got an Aquarius Moon in 7th house in your current SR, you might end up in a unconventional relationship with a highly intelligent, eccentric and emotionally aloof partner BUT you might also act more distant with your partner). Often times, the Moon represents a reflection of our own deepest desires, insecurities and emotions - hence the mirroring effect with your partner.

If you are already in a relationship, this is the year for setting roots with your partner. You might discuss having a family, getting engaged or getting married.

🏡 Pluto in 4th house - there's a powerful change coming in your home life. Often times, Pluto in 4th house in SR can talk about death in the family, but unless you've got placements in your 8th house in SR (which you don't seem to), i wouldn't worry about this possibility.

If you're still living with your parents, expect to move out this year. Considering you've also got Moon and Jupiter in 7th house, there's a high possibility you might move in with a partner this year.

If you're more of a shy, introverted person, this year you might get out of your shell. Since your safety and comfort will be shaken up, you might realise that you need to man/woman up. Change isn't scary - stagnation is. Life moves forward and so do you.

📚 Mercury in 3rd house - this year, you'll feel more open to exchange ideas with various people, learn new stuff and travel short distances. If you've been wanting to study a new language, this is a great placement to have! You'll assimilate new words so fast.

If you've got any siblings, expect to have better communication with them. You might make a lot of new acquaintances this year, whether in a school setting, in your immediate surroundings (your neighbourhood for example) or online.

🏫 Venus in 3rd house - this year, you'll fall in love with studying! If you're still in school, you might become top of your class and/or one of the most popular girls. People might perceive you as the "ideal girl" when it comes to academic pursuits.

If you're single and ready to mingle, you might meet your next romantic encounter in the classroom, among acquaintances and friends (or friends of friends), in the library, in your neighbourhood or during a school competition.

You will be attracted to witty individuals/class clowns, nerds and those who make you feel young. You might also have a hard time deciding between two people (or even multiple people lol).

This year, you might also get some new intellectual hobbies (solving crosswords, sudoku, rubik cube) or you might get into riding a bike/monocycle, rollerskating, skateboarding or juggling.

🤬 Mars in 3rd house - with this placement, there's a high possibility that this year you'll feel more energized and active when it comes to your study goals! You might have the drive to study everyday, even if it's not for a long time.

When communicating with others, you might be more blund in your approach this year. You won't hold back when angry and you might get into frequent debates and fights (but only verbally).

🤎 Saturn in 5th house - this year, you'll likely choose to date to find a long-term partner. You'll likely be extra picky when choosing a future partner, but you won't be afraid of the obstacles and difficulties that might arise in the dating phase (for ex. your parents or their parents might not approve of you two dating, lack of time for seeing each other etc.). You might not feel like you can be fully yourself while dating and will probably feel much more comfortable being your authentic self once in a relationship.

If you are already in a relationship, this placement might bring difficulties in conceiving (if you and your partner have decided to have a baby).

💎 Jupiter in 7th house - this year, you might meet your future spouse!(but it's important to take into consideration Juno's position in your SR too). Your partner will likely bring you a lot of joy in your life. They might be a foreigner, come from a different culture or be well-travelled. They're likely well educated and a great storyteller. They might not have a lot of patience, but they're a lot of fun! Always on the go, wanting to experience life with you.

If Saturn and Jupiter are sextiling each other, you might end up marrying your (next) partner this year! (if you want to, of course)

[eclipsecrowned]

3, 8, 12 // @cuileandorcha

3. What rp trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?

Leans in real close. Y'all are part of a community. Y'all actively chose to pursue a hobby that requires collaboration and OOC interaction. Y'all purposely decided to make a blog, reach out over the worldwide web to find strangers who have done the same.

Y'all do not get to be surprised or outraged that these strangers do not align with you 100%.

In fact, there are statistically many strangers who do not agree with your views, your comfort, and your standards. You have to enforce your own boundaries. They are your personal lines in the sand, and you have to draw them, whether as close or distant as you please.

I think pr0 and 4nti discourse is so much bullshit for that reason. Wanna write something? Fucking neato you can do that and block whoever doesn't like it. Don't want to see something? Fucking neato you can block entire tags on this site. Want to write the most fucked up shit imaginable in your own little corner of the internet that oversteps my personal boundary? Wild, I'm going to block you. Want to virtue signal over the dude writing fucked up shit in their corner of the internet when no one is getting hurt but fictional characters? Wild, I'm going to block you. What other people are doing is not your war to fight and if it is something that bleeds into harassment in any form congratulations the site has tools to let staff handle that.

Like I get it, there's parts of me that are reactionary and want some subjects to never be touched by people who want to dig around in what is to me a very raw wound. Then I just listen to my inner Dr. Furter in that it was not made for me. I am one idiot screaming into the void of the internet. My outrage is better spent elsewhere. So is everyone else's. This shit keeps coming back every few years under new names and I am. Tired. I need it to go back to its unquiet grave again.

8. Are you good at dealing with personal problems?

Stares deadass at you.

I stayed friends with S[REDACTED] and K[REDACTED] for how long before it imploded? No.

12. Has someone in the rp community ever made you upset/cry?

This is so cringe but like in a non upset way my ex straight up made me cry over a thread in like a cathartic 'I can really feel for the characters rn this is so sad,' so many years ago. Uhh I think I cried a little when I had to cope with the Big Incident in old C0D fandom with the kids, you know the one. Rage cried once when S[redacted] shut me down with a 'lol that makes me want to commit sudoku' because who in the FUCK does that.

[clown-femme]

I got tagged by the bug the myth the legend @bugdotpng to talk about one of my OCs!! THANK YOU BUG!! I will tag @kingfucko @creempyeyes @destroyhorse and @aj8ee with the OC of their choice IF THEY WANNA DO IT you don't have to i'm not your mom. also if i didn't tag you but you want to do it consider this a tag! Here's Jakey-no-cakey i don't have a cool pic of him to head this with like bug did for danny hee hoo General

Name: Jachobin Garbot (pronounced Jake-obin Gar-bow, the t is silent)

Alias: Jake, Yakov, Jacob. I call him "Jakey" often.

Gender: cis man (he/him)

Age: Died at 42, currently 140 years old.

Spoken Language: english, bits of yiddish

Sexual Orientation: bisexual and chronically dtf. one of his character songs is My Type by Saint Motel.

Occupation: Formerly a detective, now a paranormal investigator/private investigator (which one he is depends on which side of his business card you're looking at)

Favorite...

Color: Grey or red

Entertainment: watching forensic files, reading about unsolved criminal cases and trying to solve them himself, sex, Substance Abuse(tm), sudoku.

Pastime: Solving puzzles and mysteries! He loves having something to figure out.

Food: Jakey is a vampire and thus cannot eat, but when he was alive in the 1920s he liked a Charleston Chew or sandwiches.

Drink: his signature cocktail is a Manhattan!

Have They...

Passed University: Nope, in 1903/04 he went from high school to a police academy (CROWD BOOS) and moved up the ranks to being a detective, a job he'd wind up losing in the 2000s.

Had Sex: and then some

Had Sex in Public: yes as well

Got Tattoos: nope. I used to joke that he had a tattoo on his butt that said RITA but I've since dropped that.

Got Piercings: yes, his left ear is pierced because someone in the 80s told him that was the gay ear.

Got Scarred: he has a permanent bite mark on his neck from being turned into a vampire!

Had a Broken Heart: not really!! He tends to avoid commitment since human partners will die and he's already enough of a depressed bastard, and that means he's never TOO hung up on anyone if they decide they don't want any more of him. (In many AUs though, he winds up committing to someone anyway, despite his best efforts)

Are They...

A Cuddler: He can be, but doesn't tend to initiate it himself. He's not against it and will enjoy it with someone oh-so-special, but it's not something he seeks out.

Scared Easily: scared? no. Startled? yes. Sometimes he gets into his own head, thinking hard about some kind of mystery, and will make a noise I'd spell out as "GHEET" if you startle him.

Jealous Easily: nah, do what you gotta baby!

Trustworthy: that depends; he is not above lying if it serves the purpose of solving a case or unbending a mystery. but, he's also great at keeping a secret, and is a good person at the end of the day.

Family

Parents: his father was a history professor and his mother was a housewife because well! it was the 1880s. Jachobin was named after his grandfather, Yakov, and the Jacobin political party. He was raised in a largely-Jewish neighborhood in turn-of-the-century Baltimore.

Siblings: Jachobin has one younger sister whose name ESCAPES ME. He used to sit on the stoop outside their house and watch her play hoop-and-stick when they were kids. Like the rest of his family, he hasn't spoken to her since he 'died' in 1928.

Children: This is heavily dependent on the AU! However, the son that is the most "his" is his son with Cheyenne's OC Charlie, Marley. Marley looks like Jachobin but taller and ganglier, and Jachobin loves his weird horror podcaster AV-kid son to death.

Pets: Jachobin sometimes gets lucky enough to have a floppy scruffy black cat named Schmenderick.

[jenn2d2]

OC Meme: Gladius "Rook" Mercar

Thank you @serensama for the tag! Completed Carina de Riva yesterday, so on to my Disaster Shadow Dragon.

If you want to participate, consider yourself tagged! I also want to see everyone's Rooks!

GENERAL

Name: Gladius Mercar

Alias(es): Rook

Gender: Male (cis)

Age: 35

Place of birth: Ventus [?] - he was found as a baby, swaddled to a sword carried on the back of someone who died. His father found him, and brought him home.

Spoken languages: Trade, Tevene, swear words in many languages.

Sexual orientation: Pansexual.

Occupation: Pre-Veilguard: He was on a trajectory for a very good military career like his father. He had to leave after his best friend was killed by her (Venatori) brother, and Gladius murdered him in return. Has spent the last several years using his connections and strength to aid the Shadow Dragons wherever possible.

FAVOURITE

Colour: Orange (especially a saffron orange.) It was a color his mother wore frequently.

Entertainment: Dancing, Magical displays, sports.

Pastime: Puzzles - he's the kind of person that has a small sudoku book in his back pocket to run through whenever he has to wait for anything. Also any kind of physical sport, though riding (horses) is a special favorite when he can.

Food: The hottest spiced, grilled meat imaginable with a garlicky yogurt sauce and flat bread. He's actually very good at making this on a campfire.

Drink: Ayran (salty yogurt drink) especially with mint, which his mother used to make on the hottest days of the year.

Books: Adventure and Romance serials, very dry military history

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Whatever equivalent of a military academy is in Tevinter, yes, graduating with several command recommendations.

Had sex: As often as possible.

Had sex in public: Definitely.

Gotten tattoos: Yes - a few from his time in the military, and a rather large one when he finally committed to the Shadow Dragons.

Gotten piercings: No.

Gotten scarred: Occasional battle scars, but nothing terribly prominent or notable.

Had a broken heart: Yes.

Been in love: Yes, he loved his best friend Aurelia very much, and still mourns her*. He falls for Neve immediately, but he'll carry that first love with him always.

ARE THEY

A cuddler: Absolutely - friends, lovers, new acquaintances that are into it. All of that. He is a very, very tall teddy bear of a man.

Scared easily: No, if anything, he has to remind himself to use caution in insanely difficult situations.

Jealous easily: No, that would take quite a bit.

Trustworthy: Absolutely. He can lie if he has to, or for fun and profit at cards, but being disloyal to someone he cares about? Never. What happens to Minrathous eats at him particularly because people view his choice as disloyal, but he really felt in the moment that the people he knew in the city would be able to defend it.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Gwendolyn (married to a Templar named Matthias, twin nieces he hasn't met yet named Julia and Auralia)

Parents: Charon and Julia (deceased)

Children: Not that he knows of. It's not impossible, but unlikely.

Pets: No, but he had a horse he named Apples as a kid, who he loved very much. She is currently living her best retirement life with his sister's family, since she couldn't accompany him in to the military.

*I super need to write up some of his backstory at some point, because that relationship with his friend is SO important to how he views the world.

[angelaness]

020325

First of all, and most importantly :

Alright then friend 👏

I saw other's march resolutions and added them to mine!

1. Find my thing –

Maybe it’s calligraphy, maybe it’s journaling with my bougie burgundy ink, maybe it’s playing chess in random places like a movie character… IDK, but I wanna start doing one of these consistently.

2. Upgrade my self-care, but in an “I barely tried” way –

Dry brushing before showers? Adding a lil’ dusting powder to my routine? Romanticizing my nail care? Just small tweaks to feel ✨ put together ✨ without effort.

3. Make my breakfasts pretty –

No more sad meals. Oat bowls, chia pudding, cute little clean girl plates; I deserve to wake up to aesthetic nourishment

4. Be mysterious in public –

Take a book or notebook to a café, maybe even write something cryptic. No phone scrolling, just pure main character energy.

5. Actually post on my website or YouTube at least ONCE –

No pressure, no perfectionism, just one thing to keep the creative flow going. I've already posted on my secret YouTube channel in both January and February; hopefully, I won't forget this month. However, the website...

6. Own ONE beautiful pen & make it my entire personality –

Maybe it’s a fountain pen, maybe it’s deep burgundy ink, but it has to feel

✨ significant ✨.

7. Find my signature scent & commit to it -

No more being indecisive. One perfume, one body oil, one dusting powder, I want people to associate a scent with me.

8. Buy ONE cool nostalgic gadget –

A flip phone, a Walkman, a Gameboy; something that makes me feel like I exist in my own timeline. I'll start with a flip phone but the ones I desire aren't available in my country 💔.

9. Get into a “smart girl” activity –

Sudoku, crossword puzzles, chess, calligraphy, collecting physical newspapers… something that makes me feel like an intellectual femme fatale. And no, it's not because the TikTok girls are yelling at me to be a 'smart girl'; I'm just genuinely tired of seeing myself like this. I want to be smarter, back to the old me.

10. Romanticize my grocery shopping –

Only buying food that fits the vision:

fresh bread, fancy butter, crunchy greens, avocados, dark chocolate, fancy salt (I’m eating like a Parisian poet.)

11. Be That Girl™ at the library –

Engage with specialized literature, take notes in the margins, and perhaps leave a tasteful anonymous note in a book for another reader to discover. 🤭 (I may be somewhat out of touch with reality).

12. Curate a tiny aesthetic corner in my room-

It could be a pretty tray with perfumes, a quick arts setup, or a candle-lit nightstand with my current reads. Just something that feels intentionally like me. Oh, I think a cute workout corner would be so me and motivational.

13. Get better at money but make it cute –

Set up a cash binder or start saving for one special thing (a new piercing, a luxury tea set, a really good pen? Who knows, most likely a piercing).

14. Wear something intentionally beautiful, even at home –

Silk pajamas? An old-money bathrobe? A delicate lace top? The standard for me is romanticized comfort.

15. Leave my house looking effortlessly elegant at least ONCE a week –

No more 'I just threw this on' when I actually just threw something on; a planned, unbothered but stunning outfit.

16. Sit outside for 10 minutes a day & just exist –

I am choosing to observe life without distractions, romanticizing the gentle wind, and letting others speculate about my thoughts.

17. Write one poetic sentence every day –

It could be in my journal, on my website, in the Notes app, or even just a phrase I think to myself.

18. Become an enigma (my friend's favourite word) –

Less talking, more observing. Text like I've got a secret. Smile like I know something they don't. Mwhehehe x.

Motto of my March:

Live at a leisurely pace while being attentive; we all share this beautiful earth and the same 24 hours, no more, no less.

[baronessvonglitter]

Questions tag game!

merci beaucoup to @strang3lov3 for the tag!

Do you make your bed? Yes. Not always right after I get up, but definitely before I start whatever's on the agenda for the day.

Favorite number? I don't have one. I prefer letters over numbers.

What's your job? Classified. But the most time I ever spent at a job was at a library for almost 12 years.

If you could go back to school, would you? I waffle about it. But honestly I loved college and I'd definitely go back to further my education.

Can you parallel park? I have only achieved it once, during my driving test, and even then, the state trooper said, "Eh, good enough" So, essentially... no.

Do you think aliens are real? I've seen a couple of UFOs.. I saw a strange set of lights in the sky - four red lights perfectly parallel to one another, and then they vanished. Another time before that, I was watching the sky and saw a slow-moving dot of light. I figured it was a plane until it seemed to jump into hyperspace and zoomed upward, out of sight.

Can you drive a manual car? Listen, I like relaxing while I'm driving. If I have to worry about shifting gears and other nonsense, I'm not doing it. Automatic all the way, baby, zooming down the freeway at a whopping 50 miles per hour while blasting Duran Duran.

What's your guilty pleasure? I don't feel guilty about the things that bring me pleasure. But there are pleasures that I don't talk about often, and my main one is when fights break out between major league baseball teams. It just does something for me.

Tattoos? None (yet). I have a fear of needles. Also, I can't commit to the same nail polish within a day, so I don't want to put something on my body that would be there forever. Although I think it'd be hilarious to get the "Hiya Buddy" hot dog post-it from The Office tattooed on my hip or lower back.

Favorite color? Sunset colors: peach, lavender, magenta, violet. Also dark green, dark red, dark blue.

Do you like puzzles? Jigsaw yes, Sudoku no. Ooh I love crossword puzzles!

Any phobias? A lot. Needles, insects, the dark, probably too many to count. I can proudly flex, however, that I have zero fear of public speaking.

Favorite childhood sport? I was not an athletic child, but I did play tennis in high school and I really loved it. Still play from time to time.

Do you talk to yourself? I'm sure I do, but not often. I usually have TV or music on as background noise.

NPT: @604to647 @ashleyfilm @greenwitchfromthewoods @coolranchdavidian @untamedheart81 @shessweetsour

[lucky-lady-clover]

Leaked Recording.

The following is an audio recording leaked from Arkham Asylum

"Miss Jones! How are you today?" "Could be better, I've still not been given any of the items i requested, and I've been on my best behavior too!" "Best behavior? According to what I've been told you were caught with contraband from-" "A woman can't receive birthday gifts anymore? Typical." "...A nail file is a bit cliché." "And my nails looking poor is a crime in and of itself! Please." "You place a lot of importance on your appearance." "Did you just notice that? My, maybe I've not done enough."

"I'm merely curious as to why."

"Because beauty is important to me, It really is that simple. Of course, I don't blame someone like yourself for not understanding such a thing."

"You could have been anyone, the way you look and all your skills. Why is this what you chose to do with your life? Surely a woman of your caliber has far better things to do than follow a bunch of men around while they commit crime."

"Oh, this is the part where you try to understand my motivations! Delightful, I love this part!"

"Then you'll have no issue telling me."

"I love the part about you asking, not the answering part. Do they let anybody be a doctor here these days?"

"You realize we can't help you if you keep refusing to open up about your issues?"

"Help me with what, exactly?"

"Processing your life, your actions.. You know very well what it is like to hurt, to be stuck in a situation and not be able to escape it, I only want to help you get out of this pit you've fallen into."

"Only place I'm stuck in is this god awful place! I Can't even be given a crossword or Sudoku to entertain myself in here!"

"-Sigh-. Let me help you."

"You want to help me? Really? Then ask me a better question. This one bores me."

"Fine, Okay.. Let's talk about your childhood."

"Yawn."

"Miss Jones-"

"I was born, people died, i moved, people died, i moved, people died, Need i go on? It's the same thing over and over and it's been documented plenty already!"

"How old were you at the time of the first incident?"

"Newborn, next!"

"there is nothing recorded from your birth-"

"Hah, My dear stupid doctor! Being born was the first incident, the beginning of everything! I Won the lottery being born healthy. That's it."

"I... See. When was the first time you remember experiencing your luck?"

"I Remember very vividly the house falling to pieces around me, Fire and smoke filling my view. A suffocating first memory."

"First memory? How old were you?"

"How should I know? I wasn't old enough to care, not as if i remembered what happened after for a long period of time afterwards anyways."

"You must have been terribly frightened."

"Of course! But I got used to it very quickly, I don't scare very easily anymore."

"...I don't think that's quite true."

"No? Please tell me all about your theories! I'd love to hear them all."

"You constantly seek guidance from the people closest to you, Mr. Nygma, Mr. Cobblepot, Dr.Crane.. Is this a way of seeking security? Because the idea of being on your own, all alone with not even the scum of the earth as company scares you to the point where you commit crimes like this?"

"That begs the question, why would i seek the company of 'the scum of the earth'? Hm? If i truly was so terrified of being by myself, wouldn't i actively try to get better? Seek aid and redemption to live a normal life with all the other boring civilians?"

"Because the villains don't fear you like others did. The villains don't worry you'll bring misfortune upon them like the people you've inadvertently hurt before! You are scared, Miss Jones.. Not just of being alone, but of good people caring for you at all.. When you'll just end up being the lone survivor once again."

"Someone did her homework."

"Am I getting somewhere, then?"

"I would hardly be a good puzzle if you could solve me in one sitting. Get me the things i requested and I might tell you if your theory is true next session."

"I'll take that, Thank you Miss Jones. I'll see what I can do about your request."

[spcebarr]

*slides out of your DMs and into your ask box*

I’m serious. If you keep being mean to yourself and thinking you’re worthless and that you want to commit sudoku (I can’t spell the actual word so you get sudoku) I will smack some sense and love back into you.

you’re not allowed to die on my watch. Who else will I pester?

idkk

pester bowie because he deserves to be tortuted