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cowplant-snacks · 3 months ago

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Cowplant Academy Class of 2026

The Cowplant Academy is a place for youth with special abilities to hide and well… maybe thrive? I originally shared these teen sims last year, however, they have been updated and now have families!

They are CC free and have at least 1 outfit in every category, pronouns, preferences, likes and dislikes, lifestyles, established relationship dynamics, skills, & turn-offs and turn-ons. Some also have jobs and/or are signed up for after school activities as well.

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The Halversons are Werewolves

The Halverson are a family rooted in their community. Silas can be found conducting lectures on werewolf history and acceptance, while Genesis is often in the kitchen cooking for community events and giving out relationship advice to neighbors. Amaya is such a big help with her siblings and is always putting her parents' goals before her own, but she recently started a streaming channel playing her favorite games. Will she be able to keep up with all the demands of her time?

The Boldens are Spellcasters

Isaias Bolden is a notorious crook. While his very presence can make other sims cower, you can often find him doting on every single whim his beloved daughter, Aaliyah, has. He hopes that his son, Abram, will follow in his footsteps. However, Abram finds himself wondering what life might look like outside of organized crime but gosh… he's sorta good at it. He's at a crossroads, what will he do? Hopefully his pals at the Cowplant Academy can help him find his own way.

The Londons are Werewolves

The London's are a loud and chaotic werewolf family working to achieve their individual dreams. Poor Duffy can barely hear his own thoughts or his favorite TV shows over the cacophony of sounds his family creates. Whenever a family member is feeling down, Duffy is always there to cheer them up with one of his corniest jokes. But who cheers Duffy up? Hopefully that girl he's been crushing on at school has a matching romance bar.

The Comer & Gale Families are Mermaids

As a beloved King of a prosperous and peaceful Kingdom, you’d think there wouldn't be anything troubling Tobias but the reality is he is surrounded by a mess of his own doing. He ventured outside of his marriage and brought a second child into the world. After creating this riff, can he bridge the gap and bring these two families together as one? Poor Kingston and Madeleine can feel everyone's curious stares at school; they both avoid the topic AND… each other.

The Hernandezs are Spellcasters & Humans

Pedro fell for Annabelle's quick wit and creative spirit. For her, it was his commitment to family and his big beautiful brown eyes. While they may not always be on the same page about their love life, they both agree that their children are their greatest joy. Theo fills his time climbing trees and collecting knee scrapes. Lizbeth's happy place is Theater Club and it’s the only reason she stays in that crappy high school, but will it alone be enough to get her to graduate?

The Sus are Vampires

Mei and Hao are old fashioned and enjoy living a simple life unburdened by the advances of technology. However, their daughter, McKinley, prefers to keep up with each new changing decade as they come. Can these #technophobes and their tech obsessed daughter bridge the gap and coexist in a loving and peaceful household? That's not the only thing her parents don't understand. The other is her choice in a crush. A mermaid? Why can't she just fall in love with a decent vampire?

The Benedicts are Vampires

Leonard and Keisha have drifted apart over the centuries. They hoped bringing Caiphus into the family would solve their problems, but unfortunately, all it did was bring another soul into their mess. Caiphus attends the Cowplant Academy and plays on the football team, He’s only truly happy when he’s gripping pig skin, racing across the plastic turf, and tackling boys. He finds himself curious about one young man in particular, will he get up the nerve to ask him to the next school dance?

Important Notes:

I didn’t make the pets so they are not included. However, I am happy to answer WCIFs about them if folks are interested.

Stairwell pose: Thanks @keirosims for this awesome pose.

(Optional) default eyes + skin are here

Original post of the teens is here

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tessa-liam · 2 months ago

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The One Who Got Away

Thank you @kyra75 for your ask -- Prompt #4, ‘This is all my fault’ for @choicesprompts – Angstgiving Event

Choices Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2

Pairing: Liam Rys x Riley Brooks (F!MC)

Rating: mature

Category: angst/fluff, one-shot, ask/prompt

Words 3.5k, with sprinkles of Canon

A/N1: not Beta’d, please excuse all errors

Premise: Liam and Riley are in love, but due to circumstances, they are pulled apart. Riley leaves Cordonia to go back home to New York, heartbroken. Liam marries Madeleine, reluctantly, to fulfill his duty as King. A year later, while visiting New York, Liam runs into Riley....

ONE YEAR AGO ...

New York. The place where dreams come true. The Statue of Liberty. The Empire State Building. Central Park.

As the limousine pulled up in front of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a sea of reporters and cameras flooded the sidewalk, all desperate to catch a glimpse of the young King of Cordonia.

He'd arrived in New York earlier that day to spend the next two weeks on a goodwill tour, courtesy of his PR team. He'd already spent several days in Washington, DC, before stopping by a few other major US cities. New York City was the grand finale.

King Liam stepped out of the limousine, his personal security flanking him, and walked into the throng of reporters. He was met with a barrage of flashing cameras, blinding him. His bodyguards tried their best to hold the crowd back.

"Your Majesty! Over here! Look over here, please!"

Liam put on his most dazzling smile and waved, walking towards the doors, surrounded by the press.

"What are you hoping to accomplish during your stay in New York?"

"Who will be accompanying you?"

"Do you have a message for the people of Cordonia?"

"King Liam! What is the state of the relationship between your country and the US?"

"Will you be making any important announcements soon?"

Liam smiled politely at the reporters, but refused to comment on their questions. He reached the top of the steps leading into the museum, and stopped for a moment, taking in the view. It was a gorgeous, but chilly, November day in New York. The trees had long since lost their leaves and were now a dark brown, contrasting with the gray skies above. The weather had forced most New Yorkers to stay indoors.

Liam glanced at his watch. It was 10:45 am.

"Your Majesty? The exhibit is waiting for you." One of the museum staff motioned him inside.

Liam walked through the massive, imposing entrance doors and made his way through the crowd of museum visitors, down the marble-floored hallway, towards the room where the exhibit was waiting for him.

The museum staff, dressed in black-and-white, were all huddled near the door, whispering excitedly amongst themselves.

"This is going to be a huge draw for our museum."

"I can't believe they let us borrow these artifacts."

"We're lucky the King agreed to open the exhibit."

Liam cleared his throat and the museum staff immediately stood at attention.

"Welcome, Your Majesty. We're honored you're here," the museum director bowed in respect.

"Thank you, but there's no need for all the formality," Liam smiled warmly. "Please, please call me Liam."

The museum staff beamed as the director held out his arm to escort Liam into the gallery.

"If you'll please follow me, Your Ma—, uh, Liam. We've prepared the exhibit for your inspection. Please take as much time as you'd like."

Liam followed into the spacious, exhibition room, his personal security standing outside. The staff were bustling around, checking the artifacts and displays. Liam took a few steps further into the room, and his breath hitched in his throat.

At the end of the room, on a plinth, was a large display case, with a crown encased inside. It was a golden circlet, embellished with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds.

The Queen's Crown of Cordonia.

He recognized it immediately. It had belonged to his mother, Queen Eleanor, before she had died. She had never had a chance to wear it.

Liam's hands were trembling, and his knees were weak. He slowly approached the crown, his eyes fixed on it. The last time he'd seen this crown was at his mother's funeral. After that, it had been kept locked away in the Royal Treasury. He'd thought it would stay there forever.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" came a familiar voice.

Liam's head snapped up and his heart skipped a beat.

There, standing in front of him, was the love of his life.

Riley.

He couldn't believe his eyes. What was she doing here?

"Riley," Liam gasped, taking a few shaky steps towards her.

They stood inches from each other, but neither could make a move. There were a million thoughts running through each of their minds, but they couldn't utter a single word.

"You look stunning," Liam finally said, breaking the silence.

Riley blushed. "I didn't realize you'd personally be here."

"My PR team set up this visit." Liam softly spoke.

"I'm glad they did." Riley nervously responded.

They both stood in silence, staring at each other.

Liam took a step closer and reached for her hand.

"I've missed you," he whispered.

"Me too," Riley replied, squeezing his hand.

They gazed into each other's eyes, their hearts filled with longing and desire; even after all the time apart.

"Liam, I..." Riley started to say.

"What is it, Riley?"

"Nothing. It's just...I'm happy to see you."

"I'm happy to see you, too," Liam said. "And I'm sorry, about everything."

"It wasn't your fault." Looking down, Riley shook her head.

"Yes, it was. I should've done more. I should've fought harder. This is all my fault"

"No. Liam, don't blame yourself."

"But I do."

Moving their conversation to a secluded alcove, Riley placed her hands on his cheeks. "None of this was your fault. You did the right thing. And you're an amazing King. You're the best King Cordonia has ever had. You made the right decision."

"But I lost you."

"It was my choice, Liam. I chose to walk away. I chose to leave."

"Why?" Liam searched Riley's eyes for an answer.

"Because I knew you would never choose me over your duty. And I would've never forgiven myself if I forced you to make that choice. That would've been too selfish of me. You were always going to make the right decision for your country. And that's what made me fall in love with you."

"Riley, I—"

"Wait, Liam, before you say anything... there's something I need to tell you. It's important."

Liam frowned. "What is it?"

Riley hesitated for a moment, then looked up into his eyes. Closing her eyes, her heart was pounding inside her chest. "I was pregnant."

The color drained from Liam's face. He stared at her in shock. "What did you just say?" Liam didn't trust his hearing.

"I was pregnant, with our baby. I found out right after the coronation."

Liam couldn't believe what he was hearing, shaking his head, no. He was completely stunned. He couldn't speak.

"I didn't know how to tell you," Riley continued. "So I didn't. I was afraid of what you'd say. Of how you'd react. I didn't want to ruin your life. So I kept it a secret."

"Riley, why didn't you tell me?" Liam asked, his voice hoarse.

"I don't know. I guess I was scared. Scared of what you'd think. Scared that you'd hate me. I'm sorry, Liam. I should've told you. But I didn't want to put you in a difficult position. I didn't want to force you to make a choice. That's why I left. I knew that if I told you, you'd try to figure something out, and I couldn't let that happen. Not when the future of your kingdom was at stake."

Liam was speechless. His heart was pounding.

"I didn't want to ruin your life," Riley said again, her voice breaking. "It was all my fault."

"How could you say that? Riley?" Liam was heartbroken.

"What do you mean? It was my fault. I was the one who got pregnant. I was the one who kept it a secret. I was the one who left." Riley covered her face with her shaking hands.

"No. Riley, it's not your fault. It was my mine. I should've protected you. I should've done more. But instead, I failed you. I'm so sorry, Riley."

Riley shook her head. "No. Liam, don't. Please don't. It's not your fault."

Liam wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "It's okay, Riley. It's okay. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you. Not ever."

[present day]

Liam's eyes slowly opened and he was greeted with the sight of his sleeping wife. He was lying on his side, facing her, his arm draped over her waist. She looked peaceful. Her hair was splayed across the pillow and her lips were slightly parted.

Liam gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. She stirred a little, but didn't wake up.

He smiled to himself.

They were together. They had another baby on the way. He'd done the right thing.

His kingdom would be safe. His people would be safe. His family would be safe.

Everything was going to be all right.

And yet, he couldn't help but wonder what might have been. If he had known Riley was pregnant; when she had left after the coronation... would things have turned out differently? Would they have chosen a different path? Would he have married Riley instead of Madeleine? Scandal be damned.

Or would the same thing have happened? Would he have still made the same decision, to choose his kingdom over his heart?

It was too late to find out.

He couldn't go back.

He didn't have to.

***

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chopinski-official · 5 months ago

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Chopin’s Wardrobe — What I Wore

Today I would like to share with you all the manner in which I dressed. It is interesting to see how fashions have changed over the course of 200 years. Some might say style has slipped… Anyway! Here are some details on my wardrobe:

My Suit

I liked to wear sober colours: black, mauve, blue… and especially grey. For instance, I once asked Julian Fontana to have made for me a pair of dark grey winter trousers, without a belt, which were smooth and stretchy.

Grey trousers, 1840.

At a concert in Glasgow, a pupil recalled that I had worn a pale grey suit. Which included a frock-coat of identical tint and texture.

(Left) Frock coat, 1840. (Right) Frock coat and trousers, 1852.

Under my suit, I would wear a modest waistcoat in a fabric such as a black velvet with a tiny inconspicuous pattern, something very quiet and elegant.

(Left) Provençal waistcoat with mauve silk seedlings, 1860. (Centre) Waistcoat with floral pattern, 1838. (Right) Striped waistcoat, 1850-70.

My preferred shirts were ones made of cambric or batiste fabric. They had small mother-of-pearl buttons, two breast-pockets, and could be bought for 14 francs.

For my cravat, I would wear muted colours during the day. Usually, I would tie it in a bow. However, when performing in a formal setting, I would wear a broad, white silk cravat.

Winter Clothes

To keep warm in the winter months, I wore a thick redingote or over-frock coat, as can be seen in this daguerreotype of myself from 1849.

(Left) Wool coat, 1840. (Centre) Winter costume. Paul Gavarni, 1846. (Right) Frock coat. Wool, trimmed with silk velvet. 1820-1830.

At one point, my sickness rendered me so sensitive to the cold that I wore three flannels under my trousers.

Underpants, mid-nineteenth century.

Accessories

Because I had small feet, I often found shoes uncomfortable. I mourned the day, Moos, my shoemaker died. No one made my shoes like him.

1840s men’s shoes.

On my head, I would always have my hair curled, and, when outdoors, I would wear a top hat. I bought my hats from Dupont’s because he made them lightweight. They were originally made of beaver felt but, by my later life, they were made of silk plush.

(Left) Top hat made of beaver felt, 1830s. (Right) Top hat made of silk plush, 1850.

My outfit was only complete with white gloves. Without them one would not be in good taste. Kid gloves were common, but I also liked wearing Swedish (suede) gloves. Always in white.

Evening gloves. 1848.

A pocket handkerchief was also a necessity.

Finally, I had a miniature pocket watch. According to one concert-goer, it was “In shape no bigger than an agate stone, on the forefinger of an alderman.”

Where did I shop?

I bought my top hats from Dupont’s at No 8, rue de Montblanc (the previous name for rue de la Chaussée-d’Antin). I lived on this street myself, both at No 5 (1833-36) and No 38 (1836-38).

(Left) 9, rue de la Chaussée-d’Antin, the fabric shop across the street from the milliners, 1840s. (Right) Rue de la Chaussée-d’Antin, 1858-1878.

My shirts came from No 37 in the Palais Royal galleries, on the theatre side.

(Left) View of the Galerie d'Orléans in the Palais-Royal, 1838. (Right) Jardin du Palais Royal, 1840s.

The white suede gloves could be acquired from À la Corbeille de Fleurs, Houbigant’s shop at No 19, rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré.

(Left) The corner of rue du Faubourg-Saint-Honoré, 1820-1840. (Right) Faubourg Saint-Honoré, 1814-1885.

There were also many shops along the Grands Boulevards. This is where I got my trousers made by my tailor, Dautremont.

(Left) Boulevard de la Madeleine, 1799. (Right) Boulevard des Capucines, 1830.

Boulevard des Italiens, 1840s (left), 1835 (right).

So…

As you can see, in spite my reputation for being picky and perhaps… prissy, with regard to fashion and furniture, I was far from what was called a dandy. My dress was never over-the-top and nor did I put on the airs that were so pertinent to dandyism. My desire, if anything, was to be refined and respectable. Although, perhaps my efforts to do so were occasionally cause for frenzy or distraction.

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daeniradraconis · 10 days ago

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The Game We Play - C1.

Odette stood at the large bay window of her new apartment in Toronto, the city skyline sprawled out before her. The scene below was alive with energy, the endless lights pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. It was a far cry from the quiet streets of Montreal where she had grown up, but it felt right. Her time in Vancouver had been marked by both love and pain, struggle and strength. The weight of everything that had happened in the past few months settled over her, but for the first time in a long time, she felt a flicker of hope.

The decision to leave Vancouver hadn’t been easy, but it was necessary. She had spent years trying to please people who would never be satisfied. Her mother, Madeleine, had been the first to make her feel like she was never enough. No matter what she did—whether it was her career, her relationships, or her very identity—her mother’s cold disapproval had always lingered. It had been impossible to live up to the expectations of a woman who saw the world through a lens of privilege and perfection.

Then there was Danton, her ex. The man she had spent six years with, who had promised a future but never delivered. It had been a slow burn, the way their relationship had unraveled. She had always wanted more—a family, stability, someone who would stand by her through the highs and lows. But Danton never wanted the same. He had been content with their routine, the lack of progress, the endless excuses for why things couldn’t change. When the proposal never came, when she finally realized their life goals were miles apart, the decision to leave became inevitable. It had been painful, but it had been the only way to preserve herself, to save her future.

And so, she had taken the job with the NHL as a photographer. It wasn’t just an escape—it was a step forward, a chance to carve out a new identity, a fresh chapter. She’d be based in Toronto, working for the Toronto Maple Leafs, and though it meant leaving the comfort of her old life behind, it felt like a new beginning. She had found a small, luxurious high-rise apartment in the heart of the city—modern, sleek, and all hers. It was a place where she could reinvent herself.

But as much as she was excited to begin this new journey, the weight of leaving her past behind lingered. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe everything would be easy. Her family—especially her mother—wouldn't understand her choice. They would never accept it. But it was a decision she had made for herself, one that would set the course for her future.

She’d only been in Toronto for a few days, but already, the city felt like a strange but welcome embrace. It was busy, alive with possibilities, and it was all hers to explore. The NHL had been a dream of hers for years, and now it was reality.

Quinn Hughes had been the first person to really encourage her to make this move. Their friendship had grown quickly, much faster than she had anticipated. Their first meeting had been completely unplanned—at an art exhibition in Montreal a few months ago. She had been covering the event for a local photo gallery, her camera snapping away as she immersed herself in the art. Quinn had been there just to enjoy the exhibits, but as fate would have it, they had crossed paths in front of an installation. They had both stood there, silent for a moment, simply taking in the pieces in their own quiet way. It had been a strange, unspoken connection, something that felt deeper than mere coincidence.

Their conversation had started with the paintings—light, casual banter about the colors, the brushstrokes, the moods of the art. But soon, it had shifted. Books, life goals, shared interests. They spoke of their love for the quieter things in life, the small moments that made all the difference. It hadn’t taken long for Odette to open up about her struggles—her fractured relationship with her mother, her failed relationship with Danton, and her growing desire to break free. And when she confessed how suffocating her relationship with Danton had become, it had been Quinn who listened, offering no judgment but instead quiet support.

In the months that followed, their friendship had deepened. They’d started talking almost daily—about books, movies, and the pressures of their careers. Quinn had a way of making her feel seen, understood in a way that few people ever had. He had been there when she had begun considering her escape, encouraging her to go for the job in the NHL. And when she had finally made the decision to leave Vancouver, it was Quinn who helped her navigate the logistics of the move, offering practical advice about Toronto even though he himself was living in Vancouver.

Their friendship felt effortless, and though they were in different cities, Odette couldn’t imagine her life without Quinn’s steady presence. He was a constant, always there when she needed someone to talk to. It was hard, knowing that their paths would now diverge. Quinn played for the Vancouver Canucks, and their cities were far apart. But she had hope. With her new job, she would be traveling often, and there was no doubt in her mind that she and Quinn would find ways to see each other. They’d made it work so far, and she knew they would continue to.

But the distance between them still tugged at her heart. Toronto was her new home, but it was hard to accept that she wouldn’t have him around as often. Their friendship had grown quickly, becoming a crucial part of her life. And though she was excited for her new job, part of her couldn't help but feel a little sad about the separation. She hoped the NHL would give her the chance to travel and meet up with Quinn whenever she could. After all, it wasn’t just about her career; it was about finding balance, keeping the people who mattered close—even if they weren’t nearby.

As she unpacked the last of her things and placed a framed photo of Luc on the windowsill, she felt a little bit of the weight lift from her shoulders. It wasn’t perfect, this new life, but it was hers. And it was the beginning of something new—something that could be better, something that could finally be all her own.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was a message from Quinn.

"How’s the new place? Missing you in Vancouver already, but I know you’ll make it work in Toronto. Can’t wait to hear about your first day with the Leafs. You got this!"

Odette smiled, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she typed a quick reply.

"Thanks, Quinn. Couldn’t have done this without you. And I promise, we’ll figure out a way to keep this up, no matter where we are. Missing you too."

She hit send, and for a moment, she just sat back, letting the weight of it all settle. Life was changing, but she was ready. She had a new city, a new job, and the support of a true friend who would always have her back. And maybe—just maybe—this was the fresh start she had needed all along.

The sun was starting to set, casting a warm amber glow over Odette’s apartment as she finished unpacking her last box. She was exhausted, but the apartment was finally starting to feel like home. Luc, her husky mix, had been quieter than usual, curled up at her feet on the couch, making it the perfect moment for a small break.

But just as she placed the box down, a sudden noise broke the stillness. Luc’s ears perked up, and before she could react, he shot up and bolted toward the door with a bark that echoed through the apartment.

“Luc, no!” Odette gasped, her heart leaping into her throat.

Luc had already reached the door. With a quick push, he managed to open it, darting out into the hallway as the door swung wide. Odette’s eyes widened as she realized she hadn’t fully closed the door when she set the box down—Luc had gotten out. Panicking, she scrambled to her feet.

“Luc!” she called, but the dog was already a blur, racing down the hall with his tail wagging furiously, completely oblivious to her frantic calls.

She bolted after him, her footsteps echoing down the hallway as she tried to catch up with him. By the time she reached the hallway, Luc had already slipped into the apartment next door.

Odette skidded to a stop as she saw the door open, revealing a man standing in the doorway, trying to control her overzealous dog. Luc, ever the playful one, had jumped up onto the couch in the apartment next door, his tail wagging wildly as he tried to lick the stranger’s face.

“Luc!” Odette called again, breathless as she rushed over to the door. The man, tall with sun-kissed blonde hair and icy blue eyes, looked up at her with a calm expression, holding Luc’s collar as if he were used to this kind of thing. “Looks like your dog’s a little... enthusiastic,” he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Odette felt her face flush with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” she said, stepping forward to grab Luc’s leash. “He’s still adjusting to the new place. And to me, honestly.”

The man smiled, his demeanor surprisingly calm, and released Luc’s collar after giving the dog a gentle pat on the head. “It’s no problem. I’m William, by the way. I live just a couple doors down.” He gave Luc a quick glance as the dog’s tail continued to wag furiously. “Seems like he’s got quite the personality.”

Odette’s cheeks were burning with embarrassment. “Odette,” she said quickly, shaking his hand. “I’m really sorry again. I was just finishing up moving in and... I left the door open for a second.”

“No harm done,” William said with a relaxed smile, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “Dogs can be a handful sometimes.”

Odette laughed nervously, trying to steady her breathing. “I’ve been trying to train him, but... well, it’s a work in progress. His previous owner was Swedish, and I keep forgetting the commands in Swedish. It’s so frustrating! Every time I try, I end up mixing up the languages.”

William raised an eyebrow. “Swedish, huh? I’m actually Swedish myself.”

Odette blinked in surprise. “Wait, really?” she said, taken aback. “I had no idea. You... you didn’t have an accent.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Born here, but I was raised in Sweden. I live here now. Guess I’ve gotten used to speaking both languages fluently.” He glanced down at Luc, who was still wagging his tail enthusiastically. Then William said: “Lägg.”

Luc lowered himself without a doubt. “It looks like Luc doesn’t mind Swedish. But, uh, maybe he’s picky about who’s speaking it.”

Odette couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Honestly, this dog’s like a little Swedish nationalist. He was trained by his old owner in Swedish, so now, whenever I try speaking to him in English, he just refuses to listen. It’s like he’s saying, ‘I may understand English, but I’m loyal to Swedish! You can’t just switch the language on me now!’”

William chuckled. “Sounds like he’s got a strong opinion on things. You might be right about the Swedish loyalty.”

Odette winced slightly as she realized how ridiculous she must have sounded, but William’s calm and collected nature was oddly reassuring. She’d been expecting him to be frustrated, maybe even angry, but instead, he seemed to take it all in stride.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it,” William said after a moment, a knowing smile on his face. “But hey, if you need any help, I can teach you some Swedish commands. It’s not that hard, I promise.”

Odette felt a warmth spread through her chest at his easy offer, but quickly tried to brush it off. “I appreciate it,” she said, trying to sound casual. “I’m still getting used to the idea of learning a new language for dog training, though. But I’ll definitely take you up on it.”

Just as they were about to part ways, the door to William’s apartment opened slightly, and out trotted two dogs. They were medium-sized but not tiny—more like Luc’s size, and both were doodles, with curly coats and playful expressions. The dogs immediately took notice of Luc, and before Odette could stop him, Luc dashed toward them, tail wagging with excitement.

Banksy, the smaller of the two, yipped and quickly ran behind William’s legs, his eyes wide as Luc came barreling toward him. Pablo, the larger one, tried to stand his ground but wasn’t prepared for Luc’s energy. Luc skidded to a halt in front of Pablo, nearly knocking him over in his excitement.

“Whoa, easy!” William said, grabbing Luc’s collar before he could cause more chaos. “Pablo doesn’t like being knocked over by a giant husky.”

Pablo, who had barely stayed upright, gave a small bark before darting under the coffee table, clearly wanting nothing to do with Luc’s rambunctious playstyle. Banksy, still hiding behind William, barked again, trying to be brave but clearly outmatched by Luc’s energy.

Odette laughed despite herself, the sight of William managing the two dogs with such ease amusing her. “Looks like Luc has met his match,” she said, still chuckling as Luc whined at the coffee table, trying to figure out how to coax Pablo out.

William raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Yeah, I think Luc might need a little... doggie diplomacy here.”

Odette’s heart fluttered, feeling a little embarrassed but also strangely attracted to William’s calm demeanor in the middle of all the chaos. There was something about his easy confidence that was disarming.

“Well, I think we both know who’s in charge here,” she said, gesturing to Pablo and Banksy, who were both now safely hidden out of Luc’s reach.

William chuckled, giving Luc a final pat. “Just a matter of finding the balance.” He stepped back and gave Odette a reassuring smile. “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to it. But if you ever need help with the dogs—or Swedish lessons—just knock.”

Odette smiled, trying to keep it casual, though she was feeling that flutter in her chest again. “Thanks, I’ll definitely take you up on that.”

William gave her one last smile and turned to go back into his apartment, Luc still happily wagging his tail, looking proud of himself for causing such a scene.

As Odette closed her door behind her, she let out a deep breath. She was grateful for William’s calmness, but something about his easy confidence kept her mind racing.

She glanced down at Luc, who had already curled up on his bed, as though nothing had happened. “At least you’re easy to please,” she muttered with a smile.

But as she walked toward the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, something about William lingered in her mind. The way he carried himself, his relaxed demeanor, and even the playful way he interacted with his dogs—it all felt oddly familiar.

Odette leaned against the counter, her brow furrowing in thought. She was a hockey fan—always had been. Growing up in Montreal, she had cheered for the Canadiens with the fervor of any good Habs fan. Moving to Vancouver had shifted her allegiance somewhat, especially with Quinn Hughes playing such an integral role in her life. The Canucks had become her second team, though her loyalty to the Habs never truly wavered.

She tried to shake the thought, but something kept nagging at her. His name—William—and those icy blue eyes. She knew them from somewhere.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she grabbed her phone, typing "William Toronto hockey" into the search bar. Within seconds, the answer popped up, and her breath caught in her throat.

William Nylander. A star player for the Toronto Maple Leafs.

She stared at the image on her screen, her eyes darting between the photo and the memory of the man who had just offered to teach her Swedish commands for Luc. It was him. Of course it was.

Odette laughed, a mix of disbelief and amusement bubbling up. “Figures,” she muttered, shaking her head. “He’s a Maple Leaf.”

The Leafs had always been the team she loved to hate—the eternal rivals of her beloved Canadiens. And yet, here she was, living a few doors down from one of their star players.

She glanced back at Luc, who was snoozing contentedly on his bed. “Guess we’ll have to be on our best behavior now,” she teased, though the words were mostly for herself.

As she turned off the lights and headed to bed, her thoughts still raced. Life in Toronto was already proving to be full of surprises. And while she had no idea where this new chapter would take her, one thing was clear: her world just got a whole lot more interesting.

Author’s Note (a.k.a. My Excuse for Everything):

Hey there, lovely readers! First of all, THANK YOU for diving into this chapter—seriously, you’re the best. Now, a quick heads-up: English is not my first language, so if you spot a weird phrase or some rogue grammar, just smile and wave. I’m also a total newbie to Tumblr (what do all these buttons do??), so bear with me while I figure out how to make things look cool here.

This story idea hit me like a puck to the face after the Leafs’ recent performance left me crying into my snacks. To cheer myself up, I decided to channel my hockey emotions into this little brainchild and finally write down the story I’ve been daydreaming about for ages.

It’s going to be around 10 chapters long (unless I get carried away, which happens more than I’d like to admit), and I hope it makes you smile, swoon, or at least feel slightly entertained. Thanks for reading, and let’s see where this ride takes us! 🏒✨ Warning for the future: There will be smut. Like, a lot. You’ve been warned. 😉

P.S. If the Leafs are stressing you out too, welcome to the club. 💙

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afanofmanyth1ngs · 4 months ago

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Yellowjackets/IWTV Fanfic

So, about a week ago I put out a poll about doing a weird IWTV fanfic that's basically set in the Yellowjackets verse... And now I'm doing it... YAY!! but I do just want to come on here to basically throw around some things I'm going to do :P So this is going to be where I update people and just basically talk about how I'm going to do this, what my schedule is going to look like, things I need opinions on. This is more so a motivation thing so IF YOU ARE INTERESTED, please please please comment and follow along. I lose motivation quickly, but this is something I'm pretty dedicated to. but either way THIS IS HAPPENING.

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First things first. YES I have started working on it. Im not even close to finished with the first chapter because each chapter is going to be LONG. This is not going to be everything that happens in Yellowjackets happens in here, and not even close. Even as I started it... I will sometimes use direct quotes, but thats only if im stuck and cant figure out what im doing.

NEXT as I said this is not going to be yellowjackets word for word, but I will be using each episode as a starting point. scenes might mirror each other, and I will cut between scenes as they do in the show.

Some things that are automatically going to be different from Yellowjackets:

They will not be on a Sports team of any sorts. The one thing each character has in common, is that they all are passionate about one or more forms of art (ex: Louis: Photography - Lestat: Acting - Madeleine - Sewing and dress making and altering (not the right words sorry lol)) SO im having them go to an art school :P little bit of a long shot but not only is it just convinent for me because of all the art forms they like, but also I think it would be kind of cool for just normal (LMAO) IWTV kids who have never touched a sport in their lives to now have to like hunt and stuff... kind of Lord of the Flies with half of the kids being CHOIR KIDS core.

Theyre all gonna be in High school. i was like well im not aging them up cause what fun would that be, so lets just age them down and keep a whole bunch of that trauma and see what happens... and im not super far into the writing process but its working rn!!

Theyre crashing in the Alps. I have zero knowlege of the Alps whatso ever BUT i know i went over them when i flew to Italy so Im having them go to the Uffizi Galleries!!! and then BAM Alps. so get ready for some major inaccuratcies about that cause im gonna make them how they are in Yellowjackets... just in like Italy. Maybe I'll reasearch a bit more... dw about it its ok :D

As I said before each chapter is going to be LONG. so rn I have around 4ish scenes (ones not finished yet) and by the time I'm finished with those and edit it's going to be close to around 4,000 words I'm estimating... that's 4,000 words for not even a quarter of THE KIDS STORY LINE. on that topic, because each chapter is going to be so incredibly long, I've decided to split each chapter in about half. I was originally planning to do one chapter = one episode of yellowjackets but again it's going to be WAY too long, so kids' storyline, adult story line. I like that a lot too because a big pet peeve of mine is in stories where it keeps switching through times and then i get so lost and have to reread like 10 times to understand... LIKE PLEASE JUST SPLIT IT INTO A FEW CHAPTERS SO IM NOT CONFUSED

Last thing! Most of each character's backstory IS WORKED IN... so for example (A HUGE example) is for at least the first few chapters Armand will be called and referred to as Amadeo. Marius is his adoptive father who rescued him from some sex trafficking scandal or something and renamed him, before he eventually changes his name to Armand while out in the mountains. So, like obviously he's not going to get the name Armand from Santino, but you know... working in what I can :P

OK ACTUALLY LAST LAST THING: I don't know when this will come out... I have a deadline for myself and I'm certain I will get to it, HOWEVER I do not have access to the other Yellowjackets episodes, which is pretty crucial if I want to get into a schedule of posting each week regularly. As of right now I am hoping to get the first chapter out on October 3rd... Yellowjackets will be accessible to me AND then I'll be able to post a chapter on Halloween... YAY!! if that does not work out because the following chapters are taking too long and I release before I can make sure the Schedule is set, it will most likely be one of the Thursdays in October because I REALLY want to get one out on Halloween!!

OK!! hope you guys liked my little rant!! I'll keep everyone who's interested updated on here so if you want to be in the loop follow me (or don't! if you don't you can just check my page!) and again comments motivate me, so if you have any questions or just think it's a cool idea let me know!

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #armand #daniel molloy #lestat de lioncourt #amc iwtv #iwtv fanfiction #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets #louis de pointe du lac #the vampire claudia #assad zaman #ao3 writer

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wouriqueen · 6 months ago

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Claudia, vampire rules and double standards

S2E06 is a nail in the coffin in many aspects, among which are the double standards Claudia is constantly subjected to in the family and/or society she exists in, from the moment she is made.

The episode makes it explicit through her asking why she can't cry and be forgiven like Lestat does, even though he's fine now like Louis is fine now. This excellent post covers that.

But the trend of "rules for thee, not for me" is a motif throughout her entire life, not limited to the parallels between Lestat and her, and I just wanted to list them off somewhere.

New Orleans

"We do not get close to humans". Lestat's words as he makes her watch Charlie burn - but he met Louis as a human, and dated Antoinette on and off.

Making a vampire. A boy being turned against his will would have been as horrifying as it was for Claudia, but Lestat's reaction to her trying over and over was so angry... even though he made four fledglings himself.

Love. Lestat gets to wax poetic about both Nicky and Louis, but Claudia's grieving for Charlie and yearning for new love is ridiculed. In fact, her finding love is punished (what other point would there be in forcing her to watch Charlie burn)

Freedom. Lestat left his home for the monastery, left again for Paris, left Paris for America. But God forbid Claudia goes to any place from where she can't keep Louis alive for Lestat's sake.

Living, in general. After Charlie, Lestat says they don't get close to humans because they end up dead" Okay, and? Claudia can decide for herself if she'd rather keep on getting close and endure that grief, or stay away. Preventing someone from living a life because "you know how it turns out" is controlling and hypocritical.

Europe

... which brings me to Armand doing the same. "She'll throw herself in the fire" okay, AND? Just because you thinks someone is going to die doesn't mean they can't get to live the days they do have! And who are they to decide that anyway.

Coven chores. Sam fails to do his chores 4/5 times in a row and it's all good with Armand (cf the coven dinner scene), Louis runs around cafes and galleries, and Santiago get close to women in town, but God forbid Claudia misses one (1) chore because she made one (1) friend.

Love and companionship. Armand and Lestat are doing the most horrible things to be with Louis but are themselves complicit in punishing Claudia for finding Madeleine and having her turned.

+ the coven is not enough for Armand but God forbid Claudia isn't satisfied.

+ Claudia is not enough for Louis but him not being enough for her is very terrible...

Vampire rules. The vampires from the theatre reveal themselves to humans (Santiago, some guy screaming it on the streets) aka they break the vampire rules, but Claudia's on "trial" for breaking the same rules.

+ Lestat revealed himself to Antoinette years before turning her - not a problem. Lestat turned Claudia - not a problem.

And that's of course not even including the double standards she faces due to racism and misogyny and the general acceptance of children abuse. The myriad of slights she endures as a black person in Jim Crow America. The double standards when Louis lets Lestat come home after E05 and Claudia is the one expected to control her anger. In Paris, Armand strangling her doesn't get a reaction, but him hitting Santiago gathers a crowd.

Of course, the vampire rules were always arbitrary/tools of control, but on of Claudia's challenges throughout her vampire was life was really that no one would allow her full personhood. (and of course she was a person anyway but God forbid she'd show it).

#claudia #iwtv #vampterview #my posts

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